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Thanks to everyone who had given me such encouragement during the writing of this story. Sorry for the delay with part four, life is very busy at the moment.

  

Maid to Please

by Jayne Dell

Chapter Four

 

Victor simply couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had always prided himself on being in charge. Things happened around him because he told them to happen. He had become a cop so he would always have power over those around him. Now that was all gone and he was totally powerless. Now he found himself in a situation where things were constantly spinning out of control. Only a day before, he had been a tough cop, with a network of blackmail and extortion rings that were slowly turning him into a multimillionaire. Now he was a helpless and weak feminised prisoner, pumped full of female hormones, and humiliatingly forced to wear feminine clothes.

He was currently pinned face down across a table, wearing a tight pink silk corset, panties, stockings and a long soft blonde wig. His legs were spread wide open, and a large man had his penis rubbing against his helpless back hole. A large o-ring forced his mouth open, and his head was held firmly by a large black man. The black guy slowly rubbed the moist head of his enormous penis across Victor's lips, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum across them.

Victor could feel the guy between his legs running his hands slowly over his helpless silk clad body. He could feel them tracing the outlines of his corset, garter straps and lace top stockings.

"I'm waiting Vickie." Said Jayne. "What's it to be. A date with the boys, or me with this?"

She held up a pink dildo to emphasise her point. Victor closed his eyes in shame and desperately tried to think what to do. He had always been a bit of a homophobic, and so the idea of being double ended by two huge guys was utterly repulsive to him, but the other option was almost as bad. If he picked Jayne he would have to submit totally to her. He would be forced to allow her to dress him in whatever she wanted, and to give him a good buggering with the strap on dildo.

"I won't wait all day Vickie," said Jayne. "I'll count to ten, then I've leave you alone with the boys."

She started counting slowly, though for Victor the numbers seemed to rush by. What should he do?

The black guy lifted his head up so that he was looking into Victor's humiliated eyes.

"I know what you want, pretty girl." He said in a deep voice. "You don't want some little plastic imitation. You want to drink from the source. Well don't worry, by the time we're finished with you, you'll be full both ends. I can't wait until your pretty lips are around my cock, sucking and drinking my juice."

It was enough to make up Victor's homophobic mind instantly. Desperately he looked at Jayne, trying to indicate that he had chosen her.

"I think she's decided. "said Jayne with a laugh. "Let's hear what she has to say."

She bent down and started to remove the o-ring from Victor's mouth, but then stopped and looked at him.

"I'm going to take this out now, but first I want to make some things clear. The time for your petty disobedience is over. I am in charge. You will obey me and do what I say immediately. When you address me, you will call me Mistress. When I address you, I will call you either Victoria or Vickie, and you will answer to those names. You will wear whatever I say. If I want you dressed as a French maid, you will dress as a French maid. If I want you naked, you will be naked. I'll give you fair warning and tell you that you will never wear male clothing again. I will not accept foul language. If you use foul language, expect to receive a suitable punishment. Do you understand? Think carefully now, if you disappoint me, I will punish you so severely, you will dream that you had chosen the boys."

For the first time in his life, Victor knew genuine fear. Jayne's eyes were hard as diamonds, and he knew that she was not bluffing. For a second he actually considered backing out and accepting the double rape, but a slight movement of the penis at his back hole convinced him. His face burning with shame and humiliation, he gave a slow nod to Jayne.

As Jayne removed the o-ring, she watched Victor carefully. He looked totally humiliated and beaten, but Jayne wasn't so easily convinced. There was often a hard core of resistance that would only appear later, and she was sure this was the case with Victor. Although he might cooperate now out of fear and homophobia, he would almost certainly rebel later once he got over his initial shock. She could not let her guard down.

She finished removing the ring, and then gave a nod to the boys.

"I think you can go." Jayne said to them. "But stick around in case she changes her mind. Who knows, you might still get lucky today!"

The men gave a sigh of disappointed, and the only between his legs gave his buttock a quick squeeze through his silken panties.

"Call me if you change your mind" whispered the black man in front of him.

They slowly released Victor and quickly left the room, leaving him all alone with Jayne.

"I'm glad we've finished with all that silliness." Said Jayne. "Now pull up your panties and sit on the edge of the bed."

Victor sat up and with disgust, quickly wiped the sticky pre-cum from his lips. Then he bent and slowly pulled up the pink silk panties then sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.

"Good girl!" said Jayne. "Now then, let's have some questions. Who am I?"

Hanging his head in shame, Victor answered quietly.

"Mistress Jayne." He said.

"Very good." Answered Jayne. "Sit up straight and look at me, ladies don't slouch! Put your legs together and cross your ankles. Clasp your hands in your lap."

Grudging Victor obeyed, and sat up and looked at her. The position felt oddly unnatural, though he realised that this was the way that most girls sat. The position was even more disconcerting as he could feel the soft stockings rubbing together, arousing him more than he liked to admit.

"Better!" said Jayne. "Now who are you?"

Victor had guessed this would be the next question, but it was still humiliating to answer, especially in his new feminine voice.

"Victoria." He answered almost inaudibly.

"A lovely name." replied Jayne. "But do try to speak up. Now, last question. Are you a boy or a girl?"

In defiance, Victor was about to say 'boy', but then looked at Jayne's face and decided that it might be a bad idea.

"I'm a girl!" he replied miserably.

"Well not yet you're not." Said Jayne with a smile. "But with a bit of help from us, you soon will be a beautiful young lady."

She stood up and slowly strapped the dildo around her hips.

"Vickie, come here." She ordered.

Reluctantly he complied, and found himself standing in front of her.

"Now using this on you dry could be painful. Therefore I'll give you a couple of minutes to lubricate it with your mouth." She said generously. "But first, pucker up!"

As she spoke, she produced a pink lip stick tube, removed the lid and rolled the stick out. Taking him firmly by the chin, allowing him no time to refuse, she gently stroked it across his lips until they looked full and shiny.

"That's better." She said with satisfaction. "Now kneel down in front of me."

Utterly humiliated, Victor slowly sank to his knees his face burning with humiliation. The strange feel of the lip make-up made him involuntarily lick his lips. The lipstick tasted strange, but not unpleasant. As he knelt, he found his face just inches from the dildo. It wasn't that big, but it was shaped just like a penis. He wondered if he could actually put it in his mouth without vomiting. On the other hand, if she used this on him dry, it would probably hurt. He didn't seem to have a lot of choice. If he refused she would call the two guys back and he would find himself doing this anyway, but with the real thing. Surely this was better? It's just a lump of plastic he told himself. No big deal! Finally, screwing up his courage, he closed his eyes and moved his head forward.

Victor felt the tip of the dildo touch his lips, and then Jayne took hold of his head and guided it slowly into his mouth. She pushed it in little by little, until she felt Victor gag as it touched the back of his throat. Then she withdrew it until just the head rested inside the feminised man's mouth. Then she pushed in fully again.

Holding the dildo completely in his mouth, she stopped and began to gather up the long soft blonde hair of his wig. Taking the pink ribbon that had come free earlier; she tied it into a pretty bow in Victor's hair.

Victor found himself in new depths of shame. The dildo may have looked small, but it was still large enough to fill his mouth. He tried to keep his lips and tongue away from the invading object, but it was simply impossible. He lips were stretched open, wrapped around the penis like object, the freshly applied lip colour making it smooth and slippery. As if it wasn't bad enough, Jayne seemed to be more interested in arranging his hair.

With Victor's hair pretty arranged into a ponytail with the pink ribbon, Jayne continued her movement. Slowly she began to set up a rhythm, holding Victor's head firmly, demonstrating to him her total control over him.

"There's a good girl" she told him as she thrust into his mouth.

Jayne looked across the room and saw herself in a long mirror. She loved the sight of the feminised pink silk clad Victor kneeling helplessly before her, his face buried in her crotch, the long blonde ponytail bobbing gently as she thrust in his mouth. So much for his masculine superiority she thought with a smile. She could understand why men liked this so much. It wasn't so much the feel of the blow-job (though she was sure that felt pretty good), as the feeling of total power over the other person. She loved having men on their knees. She loved making strong masculine men do this, especially when she had them wearing some nice feminine lingerie. The best part was that Victor wasn't tied up, or bound in any way. To anyone watching, this looked totally voluntary. The room was under video surveillance 24 hours a day, so she would have lots of new pictures to send to the client. The client would love these pictures.

Eventually Jayne decided that it was time to move on. She slowly withdrew from her captive's mouth, took him gently by the chin and made him look up to her. She looked directly into his shamed eyes.

"That was very good, Victoria. I'm very pleased with you. Now it's time to move on. Get onto the bed, on all fours facing the mirror." She ordered.

Victor stood up and moved slowly towards the bed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. How could a mere girl do this to him? He felt like he just wanted to run and hide, but he knew that if he disobeyed, Jayne would have the two men back in here in a flash. He was under no illusions regarding his ability to fight them off. It was either on small dildo, or an afternoon with two huge dicks. Not much choice really.

He climbed onto the bed, feeling the cool silk through the thin stockings. On all fours, the fake breasts hung disconcertingly heavily in the cups of his corset.

He felt Jayne move behind him, and it took all his willpower not to jump off the bed.

"Just relax!" she whispered stroking his back. "I'll be gentle with you. You might even enjoy it!"

Fat chance of that thought Victor as he felt Jayne slowly pull down his panties and begin to stroke his buttocks.

"Since you've been so good, I'll even use some lubricating cream. Stay still." Said Jayne.

Victor flinched as suddenly he felt some cold cream being rubbed around his back hole. He felt Jayne's finger push slightly inside him as she rubbed and he felt himself tense.

Suddenly he felt the strap on dildo push against his hole. He couldn't help tensing up even more, but Jayne continued to stroke and caress him, whispering encouragement and helping him to relax and loosen up.

Jayne pushed gently, and the tip slid slowly inside him.

Victor gave a softly feminine moan of humiliation, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. Jayne continued pushing, until their hips met and the dildo was fully inside.

She knew that this could be painful, so she moved very slowly and gently, holding Victor firmly by the hips she gradually began to thrust. Once she had a rhythm going, she slipped her hand back to the remote on her belt and pressed a button. Deep inside Victor's bottom, the anal transducer that had been implanted the night before began to emit signals directly into Victor's nervous system. At first the signals were very weak, but they grew slowly in strength. Jayne didn't want Victor to realise that the pleasure was artificially generated. It was important that he thought it was real.

For Victor, the initial pain from the unnatural penetration began to subside, and very slowly he began to feel the growing bloom of pleasure. At first he tried to ignore it. He certainly didn't want to enjoy this. Only queers enjoyed having things stuck up their assholes. But after a minute of so, he could not ignore it any longer. He felt totally aroused, and his breath was coming in short feminine gasps. It was a strange kind of arousal however. His penis, locked away inside the false vagina and drowned in female hormones, was incapable of an erection. Instead, he felt his whole groin start to pulse. He could feel strange sensations coming from his nipples as the heavy false breasts tugged on them. His soft skin tingled all over, and he unconsciously began push backward to meet Jayne's thrusts. He could feel her hands holding him firmly on the hips, controlling everything. He had never before experience sex as the submissive partner, and he found the experience oddly erotic. The silky lingerie over his body add to the feelings, heightened the sensations and increasing the pleasure.

Seeing Victor's obvious pleasure, Jayne began to thrust faster and harder. She continued running her hands over his body, caressing and rubbing the silken lingerie against his soft skin. She reached under Victor, and took hold of his false breasts, cupping and lifting them through the silk of the corset. At the same time, the signals from the anal transducer began to increase. Victor gave a gasp of pleasure and began helplessly moaning with his new feminine voice. He had never felt anything like this. He wanted to resist and fight back, but it was simply impossible. His body was squirming around the dildo, desperately trying to get it deeper inside, despite what his tattered male mind screamed. He could hear a girl's voice gasping, moaning and screaming in pleasure, and realised to his horror that it was his. He wanted to get up, get away and end this humiliating experience, but he felt paralysed by the passions from his body.

Suddenly he peaked. An utterly feminine scream of pleasure was forced from his throat. His entire body went rigid for a moment, stunned by pleasure, and then he collapsed weakly, face down on the bed. Jayne pressed the stop button on the remote, and then slowly withdrew from the gasping girl under her.

She stood up and looked at the prostrate Victor with pleasure. "Take that Mr Homophobe," she thought with a laugh. She removed the strap on, then sat down on the bed next to the exhausted Victor, and slowly began stroking his hair, waiting for him to recover.

Eventually Victor recovered enough to sit up. He looked at Jayne with utter shame in his eyes. Jayne just smiled comfortingly.

"Now Vickie, I expect that your bottom is a little sore." Said Jayne. "Maybe you should have a nice bath to ease it. Shall I help you out of your pretty underwear?"

Victor looked at her for a second with an uncomprehending look on his face. In his mind he was still reeling from incredible sexual experience. He was utterly ashamed about what he had just done, but from somewhere deep inside, a core of strength told him not to give in so easily. The first step to getting his life back on track was getting out of these clothes. He nodded jerkily to Jayne.

Jayne shook her head reprovingly.

"What do you say?" she asked.

"Please remove my underwear Mistress." whispered Victor.

Jayne nodded approvingly, stood him up and turned him around. She began to undo the tight laces of his corset. While she was doing that, the door opened and Rachel the maid entered. The maid went quickly to the bathroom, and began running a bath.

It took a few minutes for Jayne to completely unlace the former cop, and to remove the corset, panties and stockings. When she had finished, Victor took a deep breath. It felt so good to be out of the restrictive corset, though the way his breasts moved without its support was somewhat disconcerting.

As Jayne led him over to the bath, he began to wonder if he could make a grab for the remote control and escape. He was sorely tempted, but then Jayne moved slightly away, and he realised that it was out of reach. He forced himself to be patient, and to wait for the best opportunity to escape. Everyone made mistakes, and he would just have to wait for this bitch to make hers.

Still a little stunned and confused by the recent experience, he allowed them to put him in the bath. The bath was hot and full of fragrant bubbles. He had to admit to himself that it felt very good, and eased the pain in his bottom and shoulders. They left him alone for a few minutes.

As he lay there, he thought over his situation. He still was finding it very hard to accept that he had enjoyed what had just happened. Angrily he thrust the thought to the back of his mind. It won't be important when I bust out of here and get revenge he thought. He began trying to think of a way out of this place. The first step was to work out what he was up against.

He lay there thinking for a moment with his eyes closed. The something occurred to him. The maid had come in to run the bath as soon as he agreed to it. No one had told her to do it. It was possible that it was just coincidence, but it was far more likely that the room was under surveillance. As a cop, Victor knew a fair bit about hidden cameras, two-way mirrors and other surveillance devices. Without moving his head, he looked slowly around the room. The large mirror was an obvious clue, but modern cameras were so small that he would be very lucky to find them all. That complicated things. It wasn't enough to just escape, he had to get the film evidence of what he had just done. He knew that the only way he was going to get out of here was to allay the suspicions of his captors, and catch them off guard. He could not leave any film otherwise they could easily blackmail him. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he was going to have to kill them all.

While washing, and without being too obvious, he looked over his body. The breasts and the vagina were definitely faked. With some effort he would be able to get them off. The wig too would come off with a little work. His voice though was another matter. He didn't know what they had done to cause that to change, and it might not be reversible. He could feel and see at least ten places where he had been injected. He didn't know what they had used, but he didn't want them doing anything else to him. He was going to have to walk a fine line between allaying their suspicions to give him the best chance of escape, and also not allowing them to do anything permanent.

He thoughts were interrupted as Jayne re-entered the room.

"Okay Victoria, I know you young girls love your bubble baths, but I think you've soaked for long enough. Time to get dried and dressed." she said.

He allowed her to help him out of the bath, and to wrap a pink towel over his hair like a turban. He had seen girls do this after a bath but it felt very strange on him. Jayne also wrapped a large pink bath sheet around his chest. As a man he had always wrapped the towel around his waist. This was yet another thing that was alien to him.

Jayne led him back into the bedroom, and there, laid out on the bed, were his new clothes.

Soon after he had become a cop, he was assigned a beat on a rich suburban neighbourhood. It had been pretty boring except for one thing. He always made sure that at 4:30pm he was parked outside St Stephanie's Catholic girl's school. He loved watching the young girls in their uniforms with pretty pleated skirts and soft blouses as they left to walk home. He had seriously lusted after them, but a suitable opportunity had never presented itself before he was reassigned.

Now in front of him was an almost exact duplicate of the St Stephanie uniform. Knee length pleated skirt. Soft pink blouse. Pretty white lacy bra, with matching panties and garter belt. Soft white lace topped stockings and black healed shoes. He had loved to watch the girls in their uniforms, but now it dawned on him that he was going to be the one wearing it this time.

"You're going to look so pretty for your lessons" said Jayne, breaking into his thoughts. "Hurry up and get dressed."

  

  

  

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