This story is a continuation of Petes sad story of betrayal by his wife Jackie and had him sold to a sadistic porn company that make shim star in pain type punishment and feminization films. They start to realize here that it isn't as it first seemed and there was more to Pete than they thought. This is probably one of my least popular stories but its still one I enjoy.
Chapter 2

Peter figured that these people intended to make him a girl. He also knew there was little he could do about it.

He had been totally demeaned as a man that night. Now, Milthilda and the boss Du Vere looked at him. Vere demanded, “So have you thought of a stage name, or must we choose?

Peter smiled sweetly. “I have decided, zaritsa yekaterina. That's the name I want.”

Mr Du Vere pursed her lips deep in thought. She repeated slowly drawing out every syllable. “Zaritsa Yekaterina. Sounds very feminine and pretty. And very foreign. I never heard that name before. Fine, I will start posing your new videos under that name, it will be the name of your new site.” Du Vere walked away smiling. It seemed she was totally clueless.

Mithilda didn’t look clueless. She looked hard at Pete as if to say, ‘really, thats the name you want.’ There was a twinkle in her eye and a look dripping with judgment and sarcasm. Then she shrugged. And finally said, “If you want to offend everyone with that stage name while you are being degraded. Its your life.” Then she laughed as she walked away. The reference wasnt lost on her.

And the women left Pete there alone in his cage for the rest of the night. He figured he would not be alone for too long. Mithilda did secure his arms on his back, locked to his collar and gagged with the ring again. Then the lights were turned off and he was left. He wondered if Greg was going to visit him tonight. Pete really hoped so. He didn’t want to be helpless when Greg came.

Pete was taught how to escape many secure locations, and get out of cuffs and various bonds. Some of his lessons he learned began to come back to him. Some cuffs just released if you put enough pressure on the locking mechanisms. Others were harder to break and needed something in the lock. It was painful, it was very painful, but he managed to press his cuffs together though the chains and kept the pressure on the cuffs. The pain was intense. Eventually, he heard the snap as his locks suddenly released. Then he took his gag off and waited.

Pete heard the door open and he smiled to himself in the darkness of the room. He heard the heavy steps approach and had a difficult time making out the person walking to him. It was Greg, “Hi Beautiful, you didn’t think I would forget you tonight, did ya.”

Greg opened the cage and reached in, “Come out and lets have some fun.”

Pete let Greg pull him out, then he suddenly pulled his arms free and wrapped them around tightly embracing the stunned Greg as he smothered other mans mouth with his own. Greg struggled as his mouth was opened and Petes tongue was swirling and tasting his mouth. Greg violently shoved Pete away, “What the hell.”

Pete smiled as his arms were free. “I wanted to have some fun with you tonight,” Pete said innocently, “and it would be hard with my arms trapped behind my back. What fun is that,” Pete gave a feminine pout. “Don’t you want our time together to be mutually enjoyable for both? You dont want one party totally helpless do you? I really hope not. This way we can have just as much fun together. If you take this damnable collar off. Please.”

greg unlocked the collar and they kissed some more.

Pete boldly knelt down on the floor and reached for Gregs Pants unbuckling the mans belt. He unbuttoned Gregs pants and pulled them down. Pete moved his face and totally enveloped the mans large cock in his mouth. Greg was very unsure what was going on. This was not how he expected this to go tonight, and he started feeling a slight twinge of fear. But not much, his fear was totally being overwhelmed by this blowjob he was receiving.

Pete locked his lips around the cock and moved his head back and fourth. Giving Greg lots of pleasure in the process. Then he suddenly stopped and glared up at Greg.

“Are you kidding with this!” Pete demanded.

Greg looked innocently “What?”

“Be a fucking man here!” Pete demanded. “I am supposed to be the girly sissy. Use your hands, pull my head, you control the action. Fuck my mouth like a damn man.”

Pete Pulled Greg’s hands to his head, He pulled Gregs fists tight on his hair. “Control me like a man does. I am your bitch. Act like a man.”

then Pete went back to work on Greg’s cock as Greg started gaining control. He gripped Pete’s hair and roughly guided Petes head. It felt better as he brutally face fucked Pete for the better part of twenty minutes and then ejaculated deep into Pete’s mouth and let go.

Pete had a satisfied smile on his face, his mouth full of Greg’s Semen.

Then, Pete stood up smiling, and pulled Greg into a deep sensual kiss. Greg started struggling and screaming as he felt Pete kiss and then push all of the Semen in his mouth, into Greg’s forcing him to take it and then held his head in the kiss until Greg swallowed it in disgust. He shoved Pete away, “What the hell.” He felt like slapping Pete as he stood there with a smug smile.

Pete looked up, “you were coming to fuck me when I was totally helpless and bond. Thats what you expected tonight. So I decided to give you a little retribution. Pete went to get the Cane from the corner and handed it to Greg. “Do I need a caning for that?”

Greg said yes and began bringing it down on Petes back and thighs. Greg wasn’t as skilled As Lisa in doing this, but he was stronger. That made up for the lack of caning skill to always hit the same place, and direct her strikes at the most sensitive places to bring out the most pain with each strike.

This gave Pete more time to train on controlling his reaction. This was going to be a vital skill he was going to have to master to survive this experience. And he felt his skills improving. His mind was able to control the experience much better this time. He maintained his blank expression and was able to avoid focusing on the pain and blocking it out. Many people have endured horrifying painful torture and refused to give in. Refused to confess their ‘crimes’ and other things torturers demanded. One of Stalins generals never gave in and confessed his crime. It was very possible and if people were able to not surrender under the NKVD’s torture, he could do this easy.

His skills were increasing but he felt felt his resolve starting to break by the fortieth strike. He struggled to maintain his control but it was breaking.

How ever, luck was on his side. Greg’s resolve was breaking, Greg wasn't as skilled as Lisa. He stopped, “Have you learned anything.”

Yes, Pete thought. He looked up with a cute submissive smile. “Yes Master, I won’t do that again, do we want to fuck, you said you wold do that for me tonight.”

Greg had got a raging harden from Pete’s submissive expression on his face and got himself ready.
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Somewhere on the outskirts of Moscow, Svetlana was sitting in her fathers old enormous office where he often led his family and their enterprise. Her father passed several years ago, and that left her in control. Her brothers never contested her decision and they often felt that it was their fathers wish. Few family’s would ever consider a daughter to be in charge but, they never knew Sveltlana. She was brilliant and brutal. She had her brothers undying loyalty and love.

How ever, at the moment she looked anything but happy. Her eldest brother came in the room followed by her other two. Misha was the oldest, followed by Dima and the youngest Alexi who was only seventeen.

Dima asked his sister, “Have you seen the new website?”

She refused to answer, Svetlana.

“He is our brother Pytor. What has that fool got himself involved in,” Alexa asked.

“I dont wish to speak about it,” Svetlana replied. “Idiot. I saw that movie only once. Lets not speak of it.”

“But we have to do something!” Dima demanded. “Hes our brother, even if he is an idiot! We cant let him suffer. What are we going to do.”

“Nothing,” Svetlana. “We need to do nothing. You know Pytor as well as I do. I don’t know what he is doing. Pytor is very strong. He was the strongest among us. I saw the whole whole film and he could have escaped and killed them all at any time he chose. You know Pytor. As lethal and skilled as I was. He was many times better. We at least need to find him, have any of you found where he is being help captive?”

They all shook their heads.

“Then Find this place. Find where it his flims being streamed from. Where did the money we payed went, where is this place? Start looking for it. And then we will secretly monitor the situation. I strongly suspect Pytor has a plan. And he would not want us to save us like he is a helpless girl that needs saved. He was trained just like you and me. I think this will cause him to rejoin us. He left because he considered our methods just as bad as the criminals we hunted. I think this reality check will show him how cruel the world is. This experience will show him why we need to do what we do. The idiot is getting a lesson. Let him learn it well. We just have to watch, and wait for him to act. At least find him, then we can try to decide what his plan is.”

“Zarina Yekaterina, Can you believe the name he chose.?” Dima demanded hotly.

“Pytor always has a flair. He had such hubris. Its kind of funny.” Svetlana said smirking.

“Funny, you aren't offended?”

“No. I don’t think its intended to offend us. Some russians may be. But, I think its more of a message to us, and a ‘fuck you’ to his captors. So, have a sense of humor Brother Dima. And find where Pytor is being held. When he does decide to act, we will be ready to render what ever aid he wants. This is his operation.” Sveltana smiled.

Her brothers left to do as she instructed as She smiled a sad smile. She had an idea why he was allowing this to go on. And why he was acting so afraid. Perhaps he was afraid, because of the sudden shock and betrayal by his wife. And perhaps he forgot many of the things he was taught as a youth to his teens. But he was still the strongest of the family and best. The skills he acquired don’t simply vanish. But, they may need to be rehoned.

Sveltana had a better idea why he was allowing this to go on. As a youth, Pytor always worshiped strong women, and women’s beauty and grace. He often envied their life to the point he wanted to be part of it. She never understood that fascination he had for feminine things, but she learned there were such men that did that.

How ever, in this restrictive society, such men were very frowned up and even illegal by the government. How ever, if he could say he was forced, and was not given a choice. Then it could be accepted, if proper revenge was done for such a horror.

So he would become a woman as he always wanted. Svetlana smiled, “Tsarina Yekaterina.” She laughed out loud. “I will always love you, my sister. I just hope you know what you are doing, you idiot.”

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Peter had been bent over with Greg behind him slamming him for all he was worth. His body was violently rocking back and fourth from the force of Greg’s thrusts. Peter felt Gregs full length sliding deep inside him, in and out. The fucking was relentless. This wasn’t the first time. The first time was the second show where they made him into a girl, and Lisa did him with a strapon. Luckily, he didn’t have to endure Sharon’s actual cock fucking him. That woman was cruel.

Greg wast any better, but at least he got to choose that. Peter told himself he did and he shouted all of the encouragements greg needed. When he felt Greg tiring, he encouraged him some more. Greg started tiring after a half hour. Peter shouted, “Greg, youre a man. Don’t wimp out. Keep fucking harder, go harder, be a man, make me your bitch. Don’t you stop. Should the roles be reversed, perhaps you should be in front of the camera in a corset tomorrow, prove you’re a man.”

Greg tried his best to continue and finally ejaculated deep inside Peter. Then greg simply held his girl for some time as he recovered. Peter simply thought, “What a wimp.”

“Greg, I hope you as good of a time as I had.”

Greg whipped his head around looking into Peters eyes. “Good time?”

Peter kissed Greg hard. “Yes,” Peter smiled a feminine seductive and satisfied smile. “I hope we can do it again soon. Would you ever consider taking me out somewhere, like on an actual date?”

Greg shook his head, “No I cant take you out, and I woldn’t even consider taking out Ms Du Vales property. You are owned here, that’s what you are. You cant be a girlfriend. You are a sissy here just to pay back your debts to her. She payed a lot for you.”

“I know,” Peter said. “I can deal with that. I was hoping we could have a relationship to help make my time here better. If you wont, then its your loss. This wont go how she thinks. I simply hope to get what I want.”

Then Peter stood up. He may as well show Greg something.

“Greg, if you have recovered. Come at me. Take me down and fuck me again.”

“I just did,” Greg laughed.

“I let you, force me this time, beat me down, rape me. Be a man.” Peter mocked.

Greg stood up and rushed at Peter. Peter pivoted in a flash and let Greg nearly run into a wall. “Come on Greg, do better than that. Sharon could kick your ass right now.”

Greg got mad and rushed harder tying to get at take Peters legs. Greg ate a knee as he pushed Greg’s head down and trapped him, then threw him down.

Greg got up and tried a couple of vicious swings at Peter that he avoided, blocked and counter striked as Greg fall hard.

Greg looked up. “What the fuck was that? If you can do that, why are you letting those women do all of that for you.”

Peter just smiled. “Think about it. Perhaps at first, I was too shocked from the suddenness of it all. But now, there’s something else. You can figure it out. My encouraging you, the clothes, Lisa, think?”

“You want to be made into a girl?” Greg said as Peter smirked. “You like strong women like that, and dressing you. But they have no intention of making you into an actual girl. It will be too expansive.”

“I hope I can get her to compromise, for the sake of more successful shoots tomorrow. They will realize it.” Peter smiled.

Peter looked at Greg hard, “And I hope you make the right choice, for your sake.”

There’s another reason why I am allowing this to go on, other than being made into an actual female. Can you figure it out?”

Greg thought and couldn’t piece it together.

“I am meekly allowing this all to happen. I wont fight back, I could but i’m not. There’s something else I want. Why would I surrender my power so willing and allow them to think they are in charge when I could stop them any time I wanted?”

“You are planing something big?” Greg replied. “But why, and what?”

“Why would I stay here whe I could beat them, killed them and leave, what could I be planing that would make this worth it?”

“You want to turn it on them?” Greg said. “But how could you possibly do that unless, ohh,” Greg said and then stopped himself. “You expect someone else to come and help you. Then you will turn it on them. Someone powerful and put you in charge. Killing them would be to easy, you want them to suffer what they did to you.”

Pete smiled. “And if you say a word of it, you will die. Let them think I am helpless until it is too late. We can have our fun and I will reward you with the most submissive girlfriend you could ever want. I will totally satisfy you and make your silence worth it.” Pete said as he gave Greg a deep sensual kiss. “Do we have a deal?”

Greg smiled and returned his kiss.

“But you need to be more dominant and manly. Act like you aren’t the one who belongs in front of the camera wearing pink and being fucked like a bitch. Or that’s where you will end up.”

greg shivered as Pete went back in his cage and secured his own arms on his back and sat there waiting.

It had to be a painful position and even more chilling was he placed himself in that situation himself. Pete smiled at Greg, “aren’t you going to secure me and shut the door? We don’t want the bitches to get suspicious here. If they start getting suspicious, then the game is up and there’s only one final option I have left. Remember, revenge is like wine, best when its aged just right.”

Greg secured Pete and shut the door. An icy chill ran down his back as he walked out.

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The next day went about as he expected. He knew there were two more films that day. The outfits got more feminine and Pete smiled to himself seeing where this was all going. And if they thought he would have aproblem with the outfits, the joke was going to be on them.

Pete was dressed in a sexy pink satin bra and panty combo and then a very little black silk maids outfit with lace trim. Pete smiled to Sharon and Lisa and did a cute feminine twirl with a twinkle in his eye. The women frowned as Pete’s face was glowing with bliss.

This was not what they expected his reaction to be at all. Men were horrified, ashamed and usually started crying when they were dressed. Why did Pete suddenly look so happy, especially after such a breakdown the previous day. “Thank you for dressing me so pretty Sharon. I love it.”

This was fun putting these women off balance. His reaction the previous day was because of the sudden shock of it all. That had past. Now he knew what he was in for, and was ready for it.

Apparently, the show was a disobedient and lazy sissy maid. Pete thought acidly, of course it is. They have to have an excuse to beat and abuse him

So the scene started with him simply standing in a room set with a dresser, a woman’s wardrobe and a mirror just looking at himself when the two angry women, Sharon and Lisa stormed him and threw him to the floor. Lisa shouted, “What are you doing you lazy bitch? Why arent you doing your job, you lazy bitch.”

Pete didn’t respond at all. He knew what was coming and there was little he could do to prevent it. Lisa got the bamboo cane and Sharon, as usual pronounced his sentence. “that will be fifty strokes with the cane. We can increase it if you don’t kiss Lisa’s boots after each one.”

Pete wasnt even paying attention to what the women were doing as she began brining the Cane down across his chest and his legs. They were very vicious strikes too. But his training was getting better. She may be on the fifth, or sixth. No, she just shouted four. His mind wondered to his childhood playing with his sister. He loved his sister Svetlana so much. She was the best and they had so much fun together as children. He felt she was the strongest of them all, even if they thought he was. His sister got so much crap for simply being female in a male dominated society. No one had a clue how strong she really was to deal with it, and remain as strong as she was.

Sharon was wondering what was going on with Pete. He wasn’t responding to any of it at all. By the twentieth strike with the cane, they were getting very upset. Pete wasn’t even there with them. It was as if he didn’t even care. This had to hurt. Sharon told Lisa to his him harder and she started, but it still made little difference.

Pete looked up with a blissful smile. “You arent done yet, are you,” Pete looked sad.

Their hard look faltered for just a second, “No bitch, we are only on thirty. And unless you start coaperating, it will go on and on.”

Pete smiled, “Thank you, you may proceed”

Lisa kept hitting him but getting more angry at the lack of any reaction from him at all. By the ninetieth one, she was about to stop. This was clearly a waist of time. She had already ejaculated into his face twice, and once right into his mouth with little to no reaction. That was the thing that totally horrified him the previous day.

They set up the next scene, two other men were going to fuck him on screen and they still got no reaction from Pete at all. They were told he was straight and so frightened of gay sex. The two men took turns on him and they still received no reaction

By the end of the second film, both of the totally ruined by the lack of any reaction. They started questioning this. For the films to work, he needed tor esist, his fear and crying needed to be there. The camera zoomed in to a blank vacant expression gave them nothing at all.

He was thrown back into his cage. He demanded, “I want to speak personally to Ms DU Vere or we can keep doing this indefinitely.

Later that day, he was put in the office with Ms Du Vere sitting impassively in front of him.

“You wanted to speak to me?”

“I assume you got some real good footage today, didnt you? Those films will sell very well?” He smirked knowing.

“If you think this gives you any power, you can think again.” She responded. “If you refuse to show fear we can turn it. We can do blood, or other thigns, just big time gay gang bangs and rapes. Your factual expression wont matter then.

“Of course, but still, you wont be getting what you want, nor will my ex wife.” Pete smirked.

“I assume you want something, so state it and we can move on.” Ms Du Vere said tiredly.

“I want you to make me into a woman.” Pete said firmly. “I mean complete, with the operation, hormones, breasts, the whole thing.”

Ms Du Vere laughed. “Are you kidding? That will cost around 20 to thirty thousand of your dollars and do you alredy know how much in debt to me you are from buying you from your ex wife? Are you sure?”

He smiled. “Yes, but, I want very good professional work that will be almost impossible to defect. Dont get the worst surgeons and doctors, get the best you can find.”

She smiled even more. “So now the cost just went up another ten grand. Keep going. You will be owned for ever as a woman.”

“I am not finished yet. I have heard that the doctors have found ways to implant or grow a uterus and a set of ovaries in a trans woman from their own cells.”

“Now the cost went up another 100 grand. And on that the answer is No way. I will offer to pay for a well done SRS from the best we can find. That’s as far as im willing to go. And when you may have been done in six months, now it may be ten years. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Pete Replied. “And in return, I will make our scenes work again. I will cry, I will plead for mercy like a frightened bitch. I will do it all.”

Now it was coming more clear to the woman why he seemed to happy in the dresses. Pete was trans. That’s why his wife who wanted a dominant man was so unhappy with Pete.

Pete was sent back to his cell.

Later that night as Ms Du Vere drove herself home and was headed toward her front door. A figure approached her from the darkness of the night. It appeared to be a well dressed very formal woman. She approached Ms Du Vere and said with a very heavy Russian accent, “Du Vere, I presume. I wish to speak about Pytor.”

Note from the author
It is very difficult to be a good writer with major dyslexia. Spelling royally and massively sucks because the letters often get reversed
Some times, its so bad that even the spell checker has no clue what I was trying to spell