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Hostile Takeover (2)
And that's how Sonia and Evelyn find me, bound spread-eagle in the doorway, when
they call Lena for breakfast.
Both girls are freshened up from their exertions and excitingly clad in outfits
that leave me groaning with desire. And I'm still in misery an hour later, after
Lena leaves and they come back for me.
"Please." I beg. "I've told you what you wanted. Please let me go."
WHACK!
Sonia smacks my poor tender bottom with a bent up coat hanger and snarls:
"Yeah! Real cute! Only your boss' files are no good without your personal counter-
code. Now, do you want to give us that, or do I give you more of this?"
WHACK!WHACK!
I hadn't counted on this. I knew all along that they wouldn't get any of the
really important stuff without James Parry's counter-codes (which I had just
changed), but I figured by the time they caught on to that, I'd be long gone.
Only now they want the rest of it, and I wonder what they'll do to get it.
WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!!!!!
Suddenly, Evelyn is close in front of me. Excitingly close, teasing and
caressing as she whispers:
"Tell you what: just give us the codes and you can have us both. Mmmmmm, I can
tell that excites you. Well? NO! What's the matter? Don't you want us?"
"I'll bet he prefers guys!" Sonia giggles.
"Is that it?" Evelyn nuzzles my neck. "Would you like us to pretty you up and
bring in a couple of men to party with you?"
"No! No please! Just pleeese let me go!"
"No way, Sweetie!" Sonia says. "You're just too sweet and sexy for us to ever
let loose!"
Tell you what," Evelyn smiles, "how about if I give you some nice clothes to
wear? Then will you tell us?"
"Wh-What kind of C-Clothes?"
"You'll see, Sweetie!"
They release my arms and lace my hands tightly into a single mitten, bent up
behind me and tethered to a tight leather collar around my neck.
Sonia unties my ankles from the door frame and leads me over to the same chair I
was tied in last night. Now, however, I must kneel in front of it and put my
face in the seat while Evelyn busies herself above me, lacing a strong leather
belt crushingly tight around my waist.
"Now let's see about putting you in a nice position," she muses.
A stout leather cord runs down from the front of the belt, through my crotch,
and up between my ass-cheeks, through a metal ring at the back, then down to the
fetters at my ankles.
"See how cute!" Evelyn teases. "It keeps you kneeling sweetly, showing off your
breasts and butt for your future boyfriends."
"Please...not that...I couldn't face..."
"You won't have to face it." Sonia puts blinders over my eyes. Now, not another
word until we give you permission to tell us the counter-codes."
And she clamps my tongue in a strong leather clip, forcing me to hold open my
mouth and stick out my tongue.
Blind, immobilized, and totally vulnerable, I kneel on the carpeted floor...hear
the clicks of Sonia approaching me from behind in her high heels...smell her
perfume...hear the terrifying "Swissh!" of the paddle...and then...
SMACK!
It's awful. By now my poor ass is so sensitive that any contact at all is sheer
agony. And Sonia is pounding me with all her strength!
"NNNLLRRGGHHH!"
I want to beg for mercy, but the tongue clamp makes my speech totally
unintelligible.
"What was that?" Sonia asks sweetly. "Did you say <SMACK!> you want to give us
those codes?"
Yes, yes! I thought. I'll tell you anything, everything!
But all that came out was "Gggglleffffhhhgg!"
"Sounds to me like he's asking for more of this treatment."
Evelyn smirks from somewhere across the room.
SMACK!
"Gloobahgh! Gloobagh!"
"Hear that? He said he wants to be all pretty for his boyfriends!"
"How sweet," Evelyn laughs, "let's get started."
The maddening tongue clamp remains in place...but that's all, as the gleeful
tormentresses replace my ankle cuffs with silk stockings, tied tightly around my
ankles and thighs. My leather belt and mitten are exchanged for a strong red
taffeta apron, lashing my wrists behind me..and my head is bent painfully back
by an ingenious ribbon arrangement that laces in my hair and upper arms, pulling
my shoulders back and chest out as Sonia tugs playfully on the free end.
Evelyn leans back against a mirror, legs spread wide.
"Know why we took off the blinders, pet?" she teases. "So you can see how sweet
you look. Crawl up between my legs now, and get a good look at yourself, you
little Sissy!"
It's horrid! Smooth-skinned, hair-ribboned, and ass-nude except for that
humiliating apron, I crawl to the commands of these cruel dominas..and worse
yet, they make sure that beneath the apron I'm still embarrassingly erect,
teasing me with their lush bodies and the smooth, rustling taffeta over my
privates until I could weep with shame.
"Hmmm," Sonia muses brightly, "if just this apron gets him all excited, I wonder
what a little more feminization will do for him?"
"One way to find out!" Evelyn laughs.
Laughing merrily, they deck me out in crushingly tight pink silk panties...
thigh length dark hose... see-through peach-colored nightie. Black satin
garterbelt... black patent pumps with six inch heels, painfully small... a
strong black waist cinch laced breathtakingly snug about my middle... Evelyn
pulls this as tight as she can, then ties my elbows to it with ribbons.
Now they start in on me with makeup: Eye shadow and long, dark lashes...
Eyebrows plucked into a high quizzical arch... rouged cheeks... bright red
lipstick in a cute pout... shimmering curls in my hair... and earrings.
Now they dress themselves in revealing swimsuits, with high- cut bottoms and low-
cut tops that spill out their abundant charms.
Sonia is just fastening her tiny bra for maximum effect, when Evelyn removes my
tongue clamp -- at last! -- and leads me up to her.
"Look at you!" Sonia sneers, "aren't you just sooo sweeet!"
"Well?" Evelyn prompts. "Are you ready to give us what we want? Or do we call in
every guy and gal in your office to see you like this?"
"Yeah!" Sonia adds, "I hear there's going to be a big Stockholder's Meeting in a
few days. Would you like us to parade you around in front of them this way?"
The Stockholder's Meeting! I think, Maybe there's a chance for ma after all! If
I can just give these fiends what they asked for and find out who the mysterious
`Gwendolyn' is behind all this, then maybe, just maybe, I can get back to my
normal appearance and show everyone at the meeting the lengths this person
(whoever it
is) has gone to, to get control of the company. It's my only hope!
"Pease!" I say, "I-I know I'm in no position to make deals with you... but if
you'll just promise to let me go before that meeting... and tell me who you're
working for... I'll tell you everything you want to know and I'll pay you twice
whatever you're getting now!"
And, to my surprise, they accept!
I spend the next few hours at the vanity table, writing out the last access
codes and account numbers I know. Then they make me sign "my boss'" name
(actually my own!) to various documents.
"Of Course," Sonia explains, "Once these papers are taken to Court, the
handwriting analysis will show their forged -- and that you did them! But by
that time, we'll have taken everything we need from your boss' Stocks, Bank
Accounts, even his apartment!
I try to disguise my own handwriting, but they have me sign so many, many things
that... when I finally finish, I've given up almost everything I own to these
women... but I keep telling myself I can get it all back if I just get to that
meeting. And this looks like my only way of doing it!
But the release I hoped for so desperately doesn't come!
Instead, Sonia gathers up all the papers and takes them off "to show Gwendolyn"
while Evelyn changes into a form-fitting leather cat-suit and proceeds to lace a
curious pair of satin gloves up my arms, nearly to my shoulders.
"You'll like these," she smiles, "they have eyelets, laces, and snaps all over,
so I can put those soft, weak arms of yours in dozens of positions -- see?'
She laces them cruelly behind me, so that my elbows nearly touch. Then she
changes my silken corset and stockings for leather ones.
"But-but I thought you were going to let me go!" I protest.
"This is what you get for thinking!" She straps a leather gag between my teeth!
As she moves about me, changing my bondage, her soft leather costume keeps
brushing over my bare shoulders and chest, her gloved fingers toy with my
nipples and tickle my armpits teasingly ...
"Whew!" She says at last. "This cat-suit is hot! I'm really working up a
sweat in here. Hope you appreciate it, because I'm doing it just to get it
ready for you!"
Does she really mean to put me into that? I want to scream, but all I can do is
drool helplessly into the leather strap as Evelyn undresses before my eyes.
"Time for me to freshen up," she says, "and you can help."
She lays me on the carpet .. none too gently! .. and rearranges my bonds ("See
how handy this is?") until my legs and arms are braced beneath me, arching my
chest upwards. She stands over me for a minute then, an incredible sight in
heels, hose, and garterbelt, proceeds to use me as her makeup bench!
"Mmmm," she sighs, running a comb through her raven black tresses. "You sure are
comfy with that smooth chest of yours."
She wiggles her bare bottom across it for emphasis until I think I'll faint with
desire, either that or shame!
"But just wait till Sonia and I make it even cushier! Oh, there she is now. Back
already. Nice as this is, I'd better get dressed."
"How'd it go darling?'
Evelyn kisses her girlfriend passionately as they meet. From my position on the
floor, the sight of them -- Evelyn in sensuous lingerie and Sonia, her hair in a
bun, wearing a clinging silk dress, embracing like that -- is overpowering!
"Perfect!" Sonia smirks down at me when they finally break for air. "Gwendolyn
says we have everything we need, and the signatures James here put on those
forms worked just fine at his boss' bank. There was no problem at his lawyer's
office either.
And I see you've started putting him in the Transformation Outfit!"
They rearrange my bonds yet again, so that I stand helpless before them. Evelyn
takes the gag from my mouth and plants a long, deep kiss (just like she'd given
Sonia) on my lips.
"Not a word from you now," she cautions. "Just stand there and think about how
your boss will know you've betrayed him, James!
Only it'll be too late for either of you to do anything about it!"
"He'll return from vegas to find himself locked out of his computer files, his
bank accounts drained, credit cards cancelled... even his cars and apartment
gone! And he'll know that you were responsible!"
Of course, they don't know they're actually talking to the guy they've done this
to... they still think I'm just James Parry!
But, as they outline all they've done to me, I can't help a shiver of dread!
But, as they talk, they are encasing me in, bit by bit, in Evelyn's
leather cat-suit!
"That's right James, you're the fall guy in this whole
takeover bid. You could go to jail for years for what you've done.
Wouldn't that be fun? A nice sweet femmish thing like you, locked up in prison
with all those bad boys."
"I think the idea excites him." Sonia strokes my chest and giggles at the
straining bulge in the terribly tight leather panties they laced on me.
"Well, were going to keep you out of jail, James." Evelyn begins lacing a multi-
layered punishment hood over my head. "We'll keep the authorities from finding
you... in fact, when we're through, no one will even recognize you...."
Her last words are muffled by flaps over my ears.
Sightless, deaf, hampered, and totally helpless, I feel them urge me this way
and that with cruel slaps to my bottom as they cover me in layer after layer of
tight leather...
Gradually, inexorably, I feel myself growing more and more encased in leather.
Cut off from sight and sound, able to feel only muted physical contact through
my strong, supple covering, it seems my sense of touch grows more and more
intense... or maybe it's my imagination!
Whatever the case, I seem to feel silken lingerie brush against my hidebound
form as someone (Sonia?) laces me into what feels like a leather dress! It keeps
my legs straight, arms extended, bent forward with my chest out and bottom
protruding... and I even feel something odd against my hampered arms -- almost
like breasts!
Time slowly loses meaning for me as I feel myself suspended in some bizarre
arrangement -- for how long? I have no way of knowing. All I know is the touch
of female hands on my helpless form as Sonia and Evelyn remove bits and pieces
of my leather cocoon now and again to attend to my needs.
Creams and lotions rubbed on my skin, some bland, medicinal tasting goo they
feed me with, smarting injections in my chest and ass, and humiliating enemas.
With my heightened sense of touch, it almost seems I can tell what they're
wearing... is that a low-cut leather dress with tight skirt and bodice?... a
bare breast on my face as Evelyn administers another shot?
One thing I know I can feel: the mocking eyes and cruel smiles of my sexy
captresses as they ply and mould my body to their whims and wishes! I
can't hear, yet my ears ring with taunting remarks and giggles of
amusement at my plight.
And the feeling of being watched -- constantly watched -- like some animal in a
laboratory!
But the day of my release comes at last! I feel myself being lowered from my
suspension, and, bit by bit, the layers of leather unlaced and peeled from my
body until I can stand up and remove the rest myself.
"Okay," Sonia said. "You're ready to meet Gwendolyn!"
Meet Gwendolyn! But-But I never planned on... Quickly I remove the blindfold
from my eyes.
And gasp -- through my gag! -- at the sight that meets me in the mirrored walls!
It's a female! A woman! With big rounded breasts and buttocks bubbling out of
her leather casing. But, this can't be me!
Sonia is talking to someone, off in a corner, someone whose dark suit seems
vaguely familiar. But they have their backs to me, and I'm too busy peeling
off the layers of leather clothing, hoping against hope that what I see is
just an illusion!
Whew! There, inside the silk panties, I at least find evidence of my manhood --
much smaller than I remembered, but at least it's there!
But that's scant consolation as my disbelieving eyes take in the rest of me!
Massive breasts, firm and well-shaped... soft round bottom, all pink and
swollen, now covered by the wispiest of silk panties... long, gorgeous legs...
beneath the tight rubber bathing cap, a cute face, long-lashed eyes wide with
wonder at the sight...
I'm still paralyzed with shock at my transformation when Evelyn steps up behind
me and ties my wrists and elbows together.
"There now," she smiles, running her eyes over my displayed figure, "you're all
set to meet Gewndolyn."
Suddenly the dark-clad man in the corner turns to me, smiling.
And my tummy flutters in amazement -- it's James Parry!
"Surprised to see me, Sweet?" He walks over, staring lewdly at me until I blush
several shades of red, totally humiliated at being seen -- like this! -- by a
mere subordinate... and a swishing fairy to boot!
"You though I was in vegas, eh?" He steers me over to a vanity table and seats
me down on an odd stool, securing my ankles to it before loosening my gag.
"Actually, I've been here the whole time... stage managing all this."
"James!" Lips free at last, I sputter in indignation. "So you're GWENDOLYN!"
"Wrong, Darling," he removes my bathing cap and sets little hooks in my short
blonde hair as he explains. "I'm Kibo, YOU'RE Gwendolyn! A cute, little, oh-so-
feminine serving girl! You'll look so sweet when we get you decked out in the
blonde wig and the short black silk Maid's Outfit; I even have a little cap and
apron for you!"
"B-But why?" I shiver helplessly as his soft hands bust themselves all over me.
"I always tried to be nice to you! Why do you hate me so?"
"Actually, I kind of like you," he says, matter-of-factly.
"Even though I knew right from the start that I could do a much better job
running the Company than you could. So I arranged this little Take-Over as a
sort of Retirement Plan for you; You'll lose your job, of course, just as you've
lost everything else you own, soon as the Stockholder's Meeting gets underway.
But you'll have whole new career lined up -- as My Serving Girl!"
It just gets worse every minute!
James pins a soft blonde wig in my hair... puts me in a black net foundation
that emphasizes my breast and butt shamelessly... then proceeds to lace me into
a crushingly tight corset!
Evelyn, dressed bizarrely in a low-cut black silk blouse and tan leather
jodhpurs, holds me still as James continues my transformation.
"Don't you look darling?" she teases. "I've heard of top executives having a
golden parachute, but Honey, yours is going to be black satin!"
"B-But you promised," I fight back tears of humiliation. "You said you'd see to
it that I made it to the Stockholder's Meeting!"
"And so you shall," she smiles wickedly.
And so I do.
Dressed as a docile little Maid, in a tight skirt of black satin, with matching
blouse, and a cute little apron and cap!
Perched on painfully uncomfortable high heels, I must stand dutifully by and
watch James sell himself into my old position... with the help of just about
everyone I ever trusted! I just watch, praying that I won't be recognized as he
picks up all the marbles.
I'm afraid to even speak!
Then, afterwards, I have to circulate among the big-wigs, serving drinks while
Evelyn keeps a close eye discreetly on me, just hoping for any signs of
rebellion.
But I work quietly and dutifully, like a good little Maid, serving and smiling,
and enduring lewd little pats and sly pinches as I make my way among the
successful men and women who fill the room.
At last it's over, and James, Sonia, and Evelyn gather around
it.
"Well, Little One," James leers, "what now? Are you ready to become my obedient
Maid? Do you want to go back to Sonia and Evelyn? Or shall we find something
else for you?"
"P-Please," I stammer, "I don't want to go back with them!
And I just couldn't be your Maid! Isn't there something else?
Some other way?"
"Well," James rubs his chin thoughtfully, "there might... say," He turns to
Sonia and Evelyn. "Do you girls still have that, uh, thing on for tomorrow?"
"Sure do," Sonia beams, "remember you-know-who? She'll be there."
"Perfect!" James exclaims, turns back to me. "How's this; in exchange for a
certain small consideration, I'll fix it so that you don't have to serve me or
Sonia or Evelyn here!"
"Uh," heart pounding underneath my satin blouse, I squirm uncertainly, "uh-
what's the consideration?"
"I merely want you to sign over all of your remaining assets to us, to dispose
of in any manner we wish."
I consider this quickly; let's see, they've already taken my job and everything
I own! What more could they want from me?
Well, whatever it is...
"That can't be much," I say at last, "all right, I'll sign whatever you wish."
The next day...
"Step right up!" Evelyn, wearing a kinky leather ensemble, calls out to the bizarrely-
dressed crowd, "Lot Number Three: Gwendolyn!"
She gooses me, and I jump and blush furiously, feeling the eyes of this outre
crowd devour my scantily-clad form. All I have on is hose, heels, a waist
cinching garterbelt, and a cute little hair ribbon! My breasts, butt, and
everything else is uncovered, and I try desperately to shield my tiny male
genitals -- embarrassingly erect -- from the laughing crowd. Fortunately, my
hands are bound in front of me in a single mitten, so I have at least this shred
of modesty!
So this is what harold meant when he spoke of "disposing of my remaining
assets!" I'd already lost my role in life, my house, clothes and cars, my
stocks and savings accounts.. even my former masculine shape! So the only thing
left was...
"This curvy feminine body," Evelyn extols my assets to the crowd. "Used to
belong to a wealthy and powerful Male! Look at her now! Helpless, feminine, and
butt-naked! Imagine the fun you'll have, bending and molding him even further to
your will!"
"But there's more!" Sonia, dressed in a skimpy bikini, pipes up from the crowd
and grins wickedly at me.
"Oh yes!" Evelyn adds. "This slave on my left: LENA! She's a former employee of
gwendolyn here, betrayed by him, back when he used to look more manly, and now
trapped into slavery... thanks to him! Think what fun you could have if you buy
them both, watching her make her ex-male, ex-boss pay for this fix she's in!"
Standing stoically next to me, Lena shoots me a dead-pan look that send shivers
all over my bare body!
"Sounds interesting," James calls out, "but I only want the blonde!"
"I want them both!" another man now. "It would be a kick to watch this former
man turned into the female slave of a female slave!"
"Now, now," Evelyn replies. "They're sold individually, not as a set! What am I
offered for Gwendolyn here?"
"Five Thousand!" the man calls out.
I wait for James to bid, but he says nothing!
"Please," I beg him. "Don't let that man buy me and put me with Lena.
She'll kill me!"
"What's that, Sweetie?" he teases, "I can't hear you!"
So I have to squat down there one the stage, barely able to balance in the
heels, feeling my tits and ass jiggle and sway wildly as I plead.
"Hmmm," he grins even wider, "you certainly do beg prettily!
But I thought you said you `just couldn't' serve me!"
"Oh, but I can! I will!" I realize that I'm begging for my very life here.
"I'll serve you oh-so-sweetly Master, and let you show me off to your friends
and u-use my breasts and b-bottom and lips and just be devoted to you! Please
let me work for you! Please, Sir!"
"You know," he says, "that sounds kind of familiar! And you were going to let me
work for you -- weren't you? Tell you what: get up and dance for everyone, so I
can get a good look at how silly and feminine you are now. Dance real pretty,
and I'll see about bidding for you."
Terrified, desperate, I stand up and start dancing about, kicking up my long,
shapely legs, shaking my wide feminine hips wildly, puckering up my pouty, red
lips into a ribald kiss, and trying to forget how much of myself I'm showing off
to everyone... trying to ignore the howls and laughter every time they get a
glimpse of my tiny man-parts... trying as hard as I can to make this little
faggot want to *OWN* me!
The bidding increases and I dance even harder, the noise of the laughing crowd
ringing in my ears as my long blonde hair swishes about my bare shoulders...
"SOLD!"
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