The Closet is a club from my ‘You Have It All Wrong’ series, but the tales that I am about to tell you in these stories are about some of the people that go to the club, or work there. It may help you to understand some of the people that will appear in these stories if you have read my other parts in this series, but I hope that you may still enjoy these stories even if you haven’t.

Happy Reading.

SaraUK

Chapter One: Candy’s Painful Birth

Candy eased her saw and aching body down into the chair in front of her vanity and looked at the tired face looking back at her, the face she hardly recognised these days, for it had changed a lot since she had started collage just over six years earlier. She wasn’t called Candy back then, her name was Kevin, and she wasn’t a she back then either. She was a young man called Kevin Kane. Candy was sore and ached due to her spending the better part of the past day in tight bondage as punishment for something she did, or didn’t do as the case was, but she will explain more about that a little later. For now we need to see where it all started.

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Kevin had grown up enjoying TV shows and movies where he saw woman being tied up and then fighting to get free, or being rescued by someone, but the part he seemed to enjoy the most was while the females struggled to get free from their bonds. This is where his love of self-bondage had been born, but he didn’t get a kick out of just tying himself up, he had tried this in the beginning and it didn’t do anything for him until he stole some of his sister’s clothes and tried them on. Kevin had stolen his sister’s swimsuit and had slipped it on before he then tied his legs together and then using a cheap set of joke handcuffs to lock his hands behind his back. From that day on Kevin would steal his sister’s clothes and tie himself up whenever he could. Even though he was never caught, he did come close more than once and even ended up wearing his sister’s swimsuit under his clothes when his parents came home early one evening. This made him feel both scared and excited about being caught wearing his sisters’ things.

As he got older he found part time work after school, so he could start to raid the local charity shops and buy some female clothes of his own, and later when he finished school, he found bar work to do while he investigated starting collage.

Kevin looked into getting his own place to start with, but soon realised that he just couldn’t afford to do that, and the collage rules stated that all first-year students needed to live in dorm rooms on campus. Kevin thought this sucked, so he tried to get a dorm room to himself, but they were all doubles and he ended up sharing his with a guy called Brian. Brian wasn’t the worst person he could share a room with, and the two of them did their own thing, and Kevin was glad that Brian seemed to spend a lot of time out of the room hanging out with different girls he met around the college campus. Brian wouldn’t come back to the dorm for days at a time, which meant that Kevin got to play around dressing up a little, but he wasn’t brave enough to try any self-bondage to start with, but as time went on he worked out how long he had after Brian went out, and so he started doing some simple ties.

“You need to get out more man.” Brian said as he was getting ready to go out one Friday night while Kevin was sat at his desk studying like he normally did when he wasn’t working in the local supermarket stacking shelves.

“I’m fine letting you party hard enough for the two of us Brian.” Kevin replied.

“Suit yourself dude.” Brian shrugged as he put his jacket on and left the room.

Kevin carried on studying for another hour to make sure Brian wasn’t going to come back, realising he might have forgotten something. Kevin then set to work stripping out of his clothes and pulling his suitcase out from the bottom of his closet and pulling out some female clothes. Kevin was soon wearing a bra and panty set, which he had filled out the bra cups with a cheap set of fake breasts he’d found in a sex shop while on a day trip to London a couple of months back.

He was soon slipping on a set of stockings and clipping them to a matching garter belt before he slipping into a red silk blouse and then a fake leather mini skirt. The final part of the outfit was a pair of black patent leather three-inch pumps. Kevin was soon checking himself out in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and he liked what he saw there. From the neck down he looked like a woman, but he wasn’t brave enough to try using makeup, as he had no way of removing it without a trip down the hallway to the bathroom which he had to share with twenty other students. So Kevin would have to settle with just dressing for the time being. He did pull out a new pair of handcuffs though and locked his wrists together in front so he could carry on studying while he enjoyed some light bondage.

Kevin got dressed up most Friday nights and sometimes he even went to bed wearing his female undergarments while cuffing his hands together behind his back this time. He had done this on one night and was just falling asleep under his covers when he heard Brian come into the room and start getting ready for bed. Brian didn’t sound very happy about something, so Kevin guessed he’d not managed to pull a bed warmer for the night. That’s what Brian called all the girl’s he slept with, and there were a lot of them.

The key to the handcuffs was on Kevin’s desk, which was at the end of Kevin’s bed, and he couldn’t go and get it until he knew Brian was asleep. Kevin got bored with waiting and he must have fallen asleep because it was the early hours of the morning when he woke up and remembered what had happened. He lay in bed listening to Brian’s snoring for a couple of minutes while he got up the courage to slip out of bed and retrieve the handcuff keys from his desk at the end of the bed.

Kevin had never felt so afraid as he stood just feet away from his roommate while dressing in bra, panties stockings and suspender belt. Kevin was just glad he hadn’t gone to bed in his heels as well, something he had done a couple of times. He felt like he was finding every creaky floorboard on his way across the room, but he finally made it to the desk and found the key. Kevin slowly managed to remove the cuffs and he slipped them into his desk draw before he slipped back into bed still wearing his female clothes. His heart was pounding, but he felt so excited about it all. Kevin knew he would be trying it again, and soon.

The risk of getting caught by his roommate gave Kevin an added thrill, so he soon started dressing and going to bed with his hands locked behind his back, he then got some small pieces of chain and working out how to lock his heels onto his feet and adding those keys to the one for the handcuffs, so he would have to be even more careful not to wake Brian when he came back early the next time.

It was another month before Brian had another early night, and Kevin was wide awake under his covers with his hands locked behind his back, his heels locked onto his feet, and Kevin had even used a new ball gag he had not long brought. This too was locked on with the key added to the ever-growing pile on his key ring.

Kevin waited until he could hear Brian snoring, then he slipped out from under his covers and started to make his way to the end of the bed so he could retrieve the keys and then get back under his covers so he could remove all the bondage gear.

He managed to make it to the end of the bed without making to much noise, but in the dark he couldn’t see where he was going, and he hadn’t noticed the messy way Brian had gotten undressed. Kevin snagged one of his heels under the leg of Brian’s jeans and he fell towards into his desk knocking everything flying as he fell, unable to stop his fall due to his hands being cuffed behind his back.

The room light came on and Kevin rolled over to find Brian sat up in bed looking blurry eyed until he realised what Kevin was dressed in.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brian asked as he slipped out of bed and walked over to where Kevin was now sat on the floor looking up at him unable to speak due to the large ball gag in his mouth.

Kevin tried to speak, but just ended up mumbling something Brian couldn’t understand, so Kevin started looking for the keys to the cuffs and other stuff, but as he fell, Kevin had cleared most the stuff off his desk. Kevin saw the keys on the floor by Brian’s feet, but before he could get to them, Brian had already picked them up.

“I take it you need these to get free?” Brian asked with a grin.

Kevin sat on the floor nodding his head up and down.

“I’m going to remove the gag, but the rest of the stuff stays on, and I don’t want to hear a sound come out of your lips, or I will be forced to punish you.” Brian warned as he worked out which key he needed and was soon pulling the ball gag out with a pop.

“Thanks Brian.” Kevin said as he worked his aching jaw. “Please let me explain.” Kevin started to say, but looked shocked when Brian pushed the ball gag back into his mouth and did up the strap again, even tighter this time.

“I did warn you not to make a sound.” Brian said as he wagged his finger in Kevin’s face.

Brain grabbed Kevin under his arms and pulled him to his feet before walking Kevin over to Brian’s bed and then Brian sat down and pulled Kevin down across his lap before he started to stroke Kevin’s silk covered ass.

Kevin liked the feel of Brian rubbing his backside through the silk of the panties, but he was soon trying to scream around the ball gag when Brian spanked him.

“If you scream like that again bitch, you will find yourself out in the hallway dressed just like you are.” Brian growled in Kevin’s ear.

Kevin didn’t want that, so he had to bite down hard on the ball gag as Brian slapped him one after another on each cheek until Kevin thought his backside was on fire.

“If I remove the gag again, do you promise to be quiet this time?” Brian asked as he sat Kevin on the bed next to him.

Kevin winced at the pain he felt through his backside from the spanking, but he managed to nod a yes to Brain. Kevin turned so Brian could get at the gag, and this time he remained quiet once it was removed.

“That’s better.” Brian smiled. “Now I want you to tell me how you came to be dressed like this and all tied up like you are?” Brian asked.

Kevin just looked at Brian with a puzzled look as he tried to work out if this was a trick to make him speak, just so Brian could spank him again.

“I’m not trying to trick you Kevin; I give you permission to speak.”

Kevin started to explain how he had first started trying self-bondage and then how he only found it enjoyable while he was wearing female clothes, and Kevin went on to explain how he had gotten to the point where Brian had found him.

“I don’t understand this self-bondage thing.” Brian said as he looked at Kevin’s wrists cuffed behind his back. “If you can get free whenever you like, then it’s not really bondage is it?” Brian asked.

“If you set up a realise system, then you have to wait until the keys release before you can get free.” Kevin tried to explain.

“True, but you still have some idea of when you will be free though.” Brian argued. “I mean how do you feel at the minute, knowing that I have control over when you will be freed?” Brian asked.

“I feel really scared.” Kevin admitted.

“And so you should.” Brian said as he stood up and pulled Kevin to his feet as well.
“What are you doing now?” Kevin sounded nervous as Brian led Kevin back over to his bed and made him lie down on it.
“I’m putting you to bed.” Brian said in a matter of fact way as he pulled up the covers and left Kevin lying on his side still in female underwear and bound up. “You will get to see what it’s like to be in real bondage.” Brian added as he got back into his own bed and then turned off the light.

Kevin lay in the dark for some time before he finally fell asleep into a fitful sleep due to having his high heels locked onto his feet and his hands locked behind his back. Kevin was grateful that Brian hadn’t put the gag back in.

“Wakey- wakey sleepyhead.” Kevin heard Brian say as the covers were thrown back some time later.

Kevin opened his eyes and went to shield them from the sun blazing in through the now open blinds, but he soon remembered he was still handcuffed when he felt the cuffs hurting his wrists.

“Will you please let me go now?” Kevin asked in a pleading tone as he sat up in bad and swung his feet over the edge.

“I want to get some photos first, and then I will remove the cuffs.” Brian said as he got his phone out and started snapping shot after shot. “I want you to do some posing, make it look like you like doing this sort of thing.” Brain added as he kept snapping one shot after the other.

Brian was true to his world and he did remove the cuffs, but he wouldn’t let Kevin remove anything else.

“I want you to model all the other female clothes you own for me.” He ordered as he sat on his bed and waited for Kevin to start the modelling show for him.

Kevin didn’t own very much at the minute, so the show was a short one, but it seemed to make Brian happy and he finally let Kevin relax, but only if he wore the red silk blouse and the leather miniskirt on top of the underwear he had been wearing since the night before. Kevin’s feet were killing him due to the heels still being locked on his feet.

“How long do you plan to keep me dressed like this?” Kevin asked later that day. “I really need to go use the toilet.” Kevin complained as his bladder was now screaming for some release.

“Okay then, I’ll release you from all that stuff, but not until you make a home movie of how you ended up looking like you did last night.” Brian said as he handed Kevin the cuffs and the ball gag again.

Kevin let out a sigh as he took the items and stripped out of everything except the panties and then he started to dress again while Brian filmed it onto his laptop to make it look like Kevin was filming himself doing it all. Kevin was soon dressed and bound the same as when Brian first found out his secret, not realising at the time that he was digging himself a deeper hole to try and get out of later.

Brian stopped the recording and then he released Kevin from the cuffs and the shoes before letting Kevin slip out of the rest and then watched as Kevin shot out the room and down the hallways to the bathroom.

Kevin found himself dressed in female clothing whenever he was in their dorm room after that, and Brian would put Kevin into some form of bondage all the time. Kevin had to watch what he drank due to him not being able to leave the room and use the toilet while he was dressed. Things did get a little better for Kevin though, when Brian managed to get them a dorm room that had a private bathroom.

Brian found Kevin a cheap maids dress just before Halloween and Kevin was forced to wear it all the time and keep their new dorm room clean. Brian had also started looking online at different types of bondage, and soon Brian had ordered up some rope and Kevin found himself a test subject while Brian practiced his new hobby.

Kevin was keeping his collage work up to date, and he was even doing some of Brian’s for him as the term went on, and it was soon the end of the school year and Brian informed Kevin that he had found them a nice place off campus so Kevin could dress more often. Kevin didn’t want to dress any more than he did, and he was beginning to think that letting the world find out about his secret fetish for crossdressing and bondage wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I can’t afford to live off campus.” Kevin informed Brian when he told him.

“Don’t worry about it, I have it covered.” Brian said waving off Kevin’s worries.

Kevin was worried because he didn’t want to live off campus with Brian, but he was still more scared to argue with him, just in case Brian released the photos he’d been taking of Kevin while dressed in female clothes. In the end the two of them ended up moving into a nice apartment with plenty of room for the two of them.

“How can you afford all this?” Kevin asked once they had all their stuff moved in one Friday night.

“I’ve been doing some business deals and some website design.” Brian grinned as he handed Kevin a beer.

Kevin had a feeling that there was more to all this than Brian was letting on, but he took the beer and enjoyed it. Kevin was soon feeling a little weird and spaced out. Kevin thought he must have passed out because when he woke, he was chained to a metal bed frame with a leather hood over his head. He knew it was leather because of the smell attacking his nose.

“What have you done to me?” Kevin tried to say, but his mouth was packed with something stopping him from speaking. He pulled on the straps and bands holding him in place, but they were the real deal, and Kevin wasn’t getting out of them anytime soon.

“Good, you’re finally awake.” Brian said with a smile as he walked into the room. “We can start the photo shoot now.
Kevin looked around the room and saw that the room had been set up like the pros would do, and he was soon being photographed from all angles as he fought to try and free himself.
“I’m sure you’re trying to work out what’s going on, so I will explain it while I take these photos.” Brian said as he moved from camera to camera. “I posted some of the photos I took of you, and got a lot of interest as to where they could find more, so I made sure to blur out your face, and I made up a website that people needed to pay to gain access too, and you were quite the big hit I must say.”

Kevin’s mouth would have fallen open if it hadn’t been welded shut under the tight leather hood he was being forced to wear. Brian had been using images of him dressing in female clothing and bound, and then sold them to people online.

“That is how I’m able to afford this place and all this fancy new gear.” Brain said as he carried on taking the photos. “That’s good, keep trying to free yourself, it looks good on camera.”

Brian finally finished the shoot and he released Kevin from the bed a bit at a time, but he never gave Kevin a chance to escape any of the bondage he was now in. Once Kevin was free of the bed frame and his hands and feet were in steel cuffs locked together, Brian finally unlaced the hood and slipped it off Kevin’s head before he pulled a large wadded up cloth out Kevin’s mouth.

“You’ve gone too far with all this Brian.” Kevin complained as he tried to free himself from the steel cuffs without much success. Kevin got a shock when Brian lunged forward and punched Kevin in the stomach, dropping Kevin to his knees gasping for breath.

“We’ve only just gotten started you stupid little bitch.” Brian snarled. “You will spend all your time dressed as a woman from now on and in some form of bondage to go with it.” Brian warned as he dragged Kevin into another room and chained him to a wall before leaving and closing what looked like a cell door with a loud clank. “Feel free to scream all you want. I had this place sound proofed.” Were Brian’s parting words as he left through a second door just beyond the cell Kevin was now locked in.

Kevin couldn’t believe what he’d allowed to happen to him, and just how bad things were going to get. Kevin soon found out though when Brian returned some time later and unlocked Kevin from his cell and took him to another room where he put the hood back on Kevin’s head after packing out his mouth with more cloth to muffle Kevin’s cries for help into the camera when Brian started filming.

“I knew you were starting to think about coming clean with everyone. So I wouldn’t be able to keep using all the photo evidence I’d amassed.” Brian explained as he chained Kevin’s arms to the ceiling above his head. “I knew it was time to make you my permanent bondage slave.”

Brian left the room and returned some time later dressed all in black with a mask over his head, and a pair of dark sunglasses to stop anyone seeing his eyes. He was carrying some strange looking devices that Kevin couldn’t work out what they were until the last second, then Kevin fought with all his might to stop Brian putting it on him, but his hands were chained up far above his head and no use what so ever. Brian pulled down Kevin’s panties and then set to work fitting a metal tube around Kevin’s penis that had a curve in it, so Kevin’s penis was now bent down between his legs and easy to hide. Using some device Brian tightened the tube as tight as it would go. Brian then picked up what looked like a female chastity belt and started to fit that around Kevin’s waist and then he pulled it through between Kevin’s legs from the back and fitted the tube holding Kevin’s penis into another tube attached to the chastity belt and then brought the metal band up to the part wrapped around his waist and locked it in place.

“How does that feel Candy?” Brian asked in a weird sounding voice. Kevin thought he must be using some special device to stop anyone finding out who he is from his voice.

“I’m going to fucking kill you for this...!” Kevin screamed into the gag filling his mouth, but only faint mumbles were heard by the camcorder filming the show.

“I knew you would like it.” Brian laughed in the same creepy sounding voice. “And you will have to sit down to go pee pee from now on.”

“I don’t fucking like it, and why did you call me Candy? You asshole.” Kevin asked, but still only mumbles were heard by the camcorder and Brian.

Brian never answered, not that he had understood any of what Kevin had just said, but he did set to work removing the bra Kevin had been wearing and then Brian started gluing fake breasts to Kevin’s chest before putting the bra back on.

“This next part might be a little painful, but we need to train that virgin sissy cunt to take larger items.” Brian said as he held up a funny looking cone.

Kevin realised what it was and he was soon fighting to get free again as he saw Brian step behind him. Kevin felt something cold touch against his bum cheeks before he felt fingers working some sort of cold gel into his backside. Kevin started to scream louder and louder as he felt the butt plug starting to rip him in too. Even with the gag in his mouth, Kevin still made some noise.

“Relax now Candy, it’s in.” Brian said in a calming voice.

Kevin wanted to kill Brian at that minute for all the pain he was feeling. Kevin felt like his penis was in a vice, and it was only getting more painful as the feeling from the butt plug had aroused him a little bit, but his penis had no room to grow, so it was soon going limp again from all the pain he was in.

Brian picked up a length of chain and walked behind Kevin again and did something just before there were a couple of clicks and he walked back around to the front again.

“We don’t want to risk it falling out again.” Brain said.

Kevin knew that Brian had just locked the butt plug to the chastity belt somehow, and he was now stuck in the thing until Brian felt like letting him loose again, which Kevin knew was going to be some time.

Brian moved the camera a little and then he let Kevin down from the ceiling and walked him out of the room and back to his cell, but this time Brian didn’t chain Kevin to the wall, Brian just left the room and locked the cell door without removing the hood.

Kevin tried to remove the hood himself, but with his wrists chained so close together, he couldn’t get at the laces on the back of the hood. Kevin then tried to get the belt off, but he was having even less luck with that, so he gave up and went over to the small cot in the corner of the room and lay down to try and get some rest, which wasn’t easy with a huge butt plug stuck up his back passage and his penis in a small steel tube which stopped him getting an erection. Needing to finally go pee, Kevin felt ashamed when he had to sit down to do it, but he did feel better once he had.

Brian came back later in the day and he removed the hood and pulled out the cloth after he placed a tray with a salad on it and a bottle of water. “I’m putting you on a diet; you could do with losing some weight.” Brian said as he left the cell and locked the door again.

Kevin waddled over to the small table on the other side of the small room and gingerly sat down, wincing as the butt plug was pushed further into his back passage while his stomach hurt from the pressure of the chastity belt crushing his penis and belly.

He ate the meal using his fingers because Brian hadn’t given him anything to eat the salad with, and he drank the water before pushing the tray back through the small slot at the bottom of the cell door.

That’s how Kevin’s life went on after that, he would be hooded and then bound in some way while being filmed and photographed. Brian would tell Kevin he was a big hit and that they were making lots of money from it all, and he had been asked to loan Kevin out for other photo shoots, but Brian said Kevin wasn’t ready for that just yet, or Candy wasn’t because that is all Brian called him now, and he always called him, her, or she. Kevin tried to rebel, but soon stopped when Brian punished him for it, but always in a way that never left any marks for the camera to see.

Kevin found out that Brian had faked a letter telling the collage that Kevin had been struggling to keep up with the workload and he was leaving to go around the world to find himself. Kevin thought that a total load of bullshit, but no one ever came looking for him at the new place, so he guessed they must have bought it.

Brian started giving Kevin magazine articles on makeup and fashion, not that Kevin ever got to choose what he wore. He just put the clothes on that Brian gave him to wear.

Kevin was only ever taken out of the chastity belt long enough to shower and use the toilet. Soon Brian was forcing Kevin to wear a corset so he could train his waist down to a smaller size and make himself look even more feminine. All this was done on camera so Brian could charge people to see him being transformed into a woman. Kevin wondered if anyone ever thought this was all being done against his will, but Brian kept making the videos and taking the pictures.

Just when Kevin thought he would lose his mind from being locked up all the time, he was dressed and led out of his cell and up through the house and out into the garage where Brian’s car was parked with the trunk open. Kevin tried to back away, but he was no match for Brian and he was soon stuffed into the trunk and Brian put the leather hood over his head once Kevin’s mouth was stuffed with some old panties.

“That’s punishment for fighting with me just now.” Brian growled. “I’m being paid a lot of money to let you take part in a photo shoot, so I want you on your best behaviour.” He warned. “Or you will get a lot more of this.” Brian said as he pulled a small device that looked like a remote control out his pocket and pushed a button. Kevin let out a scream as the butt plug shot a painful bolt of electricity through his backside. Kevin had never felt pain like it, and he didn’t wish to feel it again, so he was going to keep quiet and do as he was told.

Brian closed the trunk lid and they were soon on the road heading to where ever this photo shoot was taking place. Kevin had no idea how long he was in the trunk of the car, but he was glad when they finally stopped and Brian opened the trunk and helped Kevin to get out.

“Remember what I told you.” Brian warned as he waved the remote in his face.

Kevin thought that the person doing the shoot would want the chastity belt off and the butt plug out, so Brian’s threat wouldn’t be worth much soon, but Kevin was wrong, as Brian had told them that the Chastity belt stayed on.

“My little slave here has been naughty, so she is being punished.” Brian explained.

‘Slave...’ Kevin thought as he was forced to stand next to Brian with a dog collar wrapped around his neck while Brian held the leash that he had attached to it.

“We can work with that.” The guy said as he led the two of them into a large room where a couple of women were being made up to look like dominatrix’s, while a man dressed just like Kevin, was stood chatting to them. Kevin realised that he was some sort of a stunt double for this man.

Kevin was led over to the two women and the other people buzzing around, and he was soon having a female doll mask pulled down over his leather one while being filmed. He was then strapped to a leather covered cross shaped frame while the two women proceeded to saran wrap him to the cross and then use duct tape over the top of that. Kevin couldn’t move a muscle by the time the two women were done with him. He was glad when he heard the director call it a wrap. Kevin thought it really was a wrap.

“You look really good all mummified like that.” Brian said when it was just the two of them in the room. “Don’t worry, we won’t be disturbed.” Brian chuckled. “They have all gone for the day and left me with the keys to lock up.” Brian dangled some keys in front of the doll head he knew Kevin could see him through.

Kevin knew this wasn’t good as he couldn’t move a muscle, not even his head, and he was still gagged and wearing the leather hood under the doll mask he was now in.

“I know you’ve been good, but I do wonder if you would have spoken, if I hadn’t told them to leave the leather hood on.” Brian said more to himself as a thought, than expecting an answer from Kevin. “So I’m going to punish you, so you understand for future photo shoots.” Brian added as he pulled the remote out his pocket and hit the button.

Kevin let out a muffled scream as the pain shot through his body and he tried to tense against the bonds holding him so tightly bound to the cross.

“You make it sound like that really hurts.” Brian chuckled as he hit the button again.

Kevin was panting heavily when Brian took his finger off the button as he tried to get enough air into his lungs, which wasn’t easy when he had been so tightly bound with saran wrap and duct tape, not to mention the corset he’d been so tightly laced into that morning.

“I think I will leave you here for the night, and we can head back home sometime tomorrow.” Brian said as he turned and walked away, stopping at the door long enough to turn off the lights before he left.

There were no windows in the room, so it was pitch black once Brian had left and closed the door behind him. Kevin had no idea of time or how long he would be left there, but he must have nodded off because when he next woke up, he was surrounded by people again, and Brian was stood back grinning.

“She’s a real trooper.” Brian said to a couple of women. “She told me to leave her there as she was having so much fun.

‘That lying bastard...!’ Kevin screamed out in his mind. ‘Can’t they see that I am still wrapped just how they left me?’ Kevin thought.

Kevin heard the director saying that he had some thoughts last night, and with Candy still being mummified, he would be able to do the new scenes today, and he would pay Brian for the extra days filming.

It was another long day and Kevin was in a lot of pain by the end of it as he was desperate for a pee and his ass was on fire from having the butt plug stuck in it for so long, and he was sore from not being able to move for the past two days. And he was so hungry and thirsty.

Kevin let out a sigh of relief when he saw Brian come over at the end of the day with a knife and he finally cut Kevin free from the cross just to watch Kevin fall to the ground in a heap unable to hold himself up.

Brian pulled Kevin to his feet and then helped him out to the car where Kevin was once again pushed into the trunk for the trip home. Kevin was so tired that he just fell asleep in the trunk and woke some time later to the smell of urine as he realised that he had lost control of his bladder while he slept.

“What the hell have you done...!” Brian screamed when he opened the trunk once the car was back in the garage back at the house. “You dirty little bitch...! You pissed in the trunk of my car...!” He screamed as he pulled Kevin out the car and threw him onto the ground before giving Kevin a couple of good kicks.

Kevin was in a lot pain on the floor as he curled into a ball trying to defend himself from the attack. Brian finally stopped kicking Kevin and then he grabbed the back of Kevin’s leather hood before dragging him through the house and down the stairs to the basement where Kevin’s cell was. Brian threw Kevin into the cell and walked off slamming the door behind him. Kevin was left wearing his soiled clothes and stuck in the leather mask because he couldn’t reach the laces at the back.

Brian came into the cell some time later and finally removed the hood and pulled the cloth out of Kevin’s mouth before forcing him to drink a bottle of water that looked and tasted nasty, but Kevin was so thirsty and he had no fight left to stop Brian forcing him to drink it anyway, so he did.
“How does that taste, you dirty little bitch...!” Brain snarled as he grabbed a good clump of Kevin’s hair which was getting long now.
“Not very nice.” Kevin replied in a croaky voice.
“Good...! Because that is the water I used to clean out the trunk in my car.” Brian grinned an evil grin. “Don’t worry though, it’s just dirty water, I never used any chemicals in it.” He added when he saw the worry on Kevin’s face.
“I’m sorry, but I hadn’t been allowed to go to the bathroom in two days.” Kevin complained.

“So you think this is all my fault do you...?” Brain snapped as he got to his feet and stormed out the room again. But he was soon returning with a Cain in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Kevin said as he tried to move away from Brian, but he had nowhere to go to, and he was soon having his face slammed into the cot while Brian held him in place with one hand while swinging the Cain down on Kevin’s bottom with the other. Kevin was left sobbing half on his cot and half kneeling at the side of it as Brian stormed out the cell, slamming the door behind him.

Kevin had finally broken after that, and he did whatever Brian told him, and Kevin would go to sleep at night praying that he wouldn’t wake the next day and have to face more abuse and whatever else Brian’s sick little mind could think up, but he did wake and he had to put up with all sorts of sick and twisted bondage games.

One-time Brian had folded his arms and legs double, then Brian had wrapped Kevin’s whole body in saran wrap and then duct tape. When Kevin saw the video later, it looked like his arms and legs were missing half of them as he was left to flail around on the floor while Brian filmed it all.

Another time Brian had put him in a tight-fitting mummy bag and then hung him upside down from the ceiling for the rest of the day. Kevin felt sick when he was finally let down.

Kevin went on more and more photo shoots and had to perform more and more twisted acts for and with other people. One woman got off on sitting on Kevin’s face while Kevin fought to breath. Someone else liked to smother Kevin in custard and other foods while they rolled around on the floor in a small inflatable pool.

Brian had liked the idea of the doll mask, so Kevin wore one all the time when he was on film, or having photos taken. No one other than Brian had any idea what Candy looked like without the mask on, so no one would ever be able to work out it was Kevin Kane being forced to do all those things.

Kevin hit a low point in his life and started looking for ways to end it all, as Brian was getting more and more violent, so after a photo shoot in the basement dungeon, Kevin was left in his cell and he took the sheet off the bed and fashioned a makeshift noose before fixing it to an eyebolt in the ceiling and stepping off the bed. Kevin remembered seeing Brian run into the cell and cut the bed sheet before the world went dark.

“You will only die when I let you...!” Kevin heard Brian shouting at him when he came to sometime later.

Kevin groaned as he tried to move, but realised that he was strapped down to the chair in the dungeon so the only part of his body that could move was his head, and Brian was pacing back and forth looking more and more angrier as he did so.

“I’m going to show you just how little power you have over your own life you stupid little bitch.” Brian said as he picked up a plastic bag and shoved it over Kevin’s head and tied it in place around Kevin’s neck.

Kevin took some deep breaths but the more he took, the more he sucked the plastic into his mouth and the harder it got to breath until he was starting to pass out as his lungs burned for air that he just couldn’t get into his lungs.

Brian poked a hole in the bag and Kevin sucked in as much air as his tightly corseted waist would allow, but it was short lived as Brian put another bag over Kevin’s head and repeated the same thing again and again. By the time Brian had gotten bored, Kevin now realised just how much Brian controlled every part of his life. Brian had filmed it all, and would show it to Candy whenever she showed any signs of rebellion, not that there were ever many of them now

Kevin lost the will to fight or go against Brian after that, and soon Kevin was answering to the name Candy Cane and referring to himself as, her and a she.

Brian had made friends with some very questionable doctors during their photo shoots with other people, and Candy soon found herself taking testosterone blockers and female hormones, but not enough to get rid of Candy’s penis. Brian started calling Candy his chick with a dick. Candy didn’t care though because Brian had also got her on some other drug that made her more docile and more willing to do whatever Brian told her.

Candy didn’t care or panic now as she watched her waist get smaller thanks to the corset, while her breasts, backside and hips got bigger.

Brian wasn’t happy with the rate Candy’s breasts were growing, so he booked her in with a plastic surgeon that didn’t ask too many questions for the right price, and soon Candy was sporting a rather impressive set of breasts. He also got the surgeon to give Candy a nose job and alter her chin and cheek bones a little. Candy was in a lot of pain for a couple of weeks, but she was soon heeled enough for Brian’s next plan.

“I’ve got a job interview lined up for you at a night club.” Brian explained to Candy while the two of them were sat in the kitchen having breakfast one morning. Brian had stopped putting Candy in her cell some time back and she now had her own room again, and did whatever Brian told her.

“What do I do if they find out my secret?” Candy asked worriedly.

“You’ll be fine at this club; it may even get you a couple of customers.” Brian grinned.

“What do you mean?” Candy looked confused. Brian had stopped giving her such a large dose of the drug that had been making her so docile, but Candy still had trouble working things out at times.

“The club is called The Closet, and it has a lot of women like you working there, so you should fit right in.” Brian explained.

“But why do you want me to find a job?” Candy asked.

“I think it’s about time you learned to be a woman out in the real world, and you need to start paying your way.” Brian said with anger in his voice, which let Candy know that anymore questions would not end well for her. “Don’t worry; I’ll still have full control over you.” Brian smiled as he held up the dreaded remote to the always present butt plug ready to shock her at a single touch of a button.

Chapter Two: Candy’s New Job.

Candy looked at herself in her dressing table mirror to make sure her makeup was perfect before she got up from the table and checked out her outfit in the full-length mirror. Today was her big interview at the club, and she needed to look her best so she could get the job and keep her master happy, as that is how Brian like Candy to refer to him these days, or Candy would get punished for it.

Brian was going to drop Candy off at the club, and then he would wait for her to finish the interview before driving her back to the house. Brian still didn’t trust Candy enough to let her go out alone.

“You look amazing babe.” Brian said when he turned and looked to where he could hear the sound of heels on the hard wood floor in the hallway, just before Candy walked into the room.

“Thank you master.” Candy smiled.

“Let’s go see about getting you this job.” Brian said as he grabbed his jacket and led Candy out the house before locking the door and heading over to the car which was parked just outside the garage ready for them to get in.

Candy’s name had been legally changed to Candy Cane now, so Brian knew that she wouldn’t have any problems showing her ID, and Candy didn’t drive, so there weren’t any problems there. And Candy was seeing a shrink about her transitioning, even if it was all fake, but Brian had found a rather kinky doctor to sign off on it all just as long as Candy was available to fill his needs once a week.

Brian pulled up outside the club and Candy got out the car and made her way up the steps to where a man was stood watching guard at the door.

“Hello, my name is Candy Cane, and I have an appointment to see a Mrs Becky Clarke.” Candy smiled up at the tall man.

“Yes, please follow me.” The large man said as he led Candy into the club, locking the door behind them to stop anyone else entering the club while he wasn’t there to vet them.

Candy looked at the quiet club as she was led through to the back and then up a set of stairs to the VIP section and then to an office at the back where the man knocked on the door and waited for someone to invite him in.

“Come in...!” A female voice shouted.

The security man opened the door and then held it open for Candy to enter. “This is Ms Cane to see you Becky.” The man said with a smile as he looked at the woman sat behind a large desk with some papers neatly stacked in piles.

“Thank you Brad.” Becky smiled back at him. “Please come in and take a seat Ms Cane.” Becky added as she stood and indicated for Candy to take a seat on the other side of the desk.

Candy took the offered seat and she looked over her shoulder to see that the security man called Brad had already left the room and closed the door behind him.

“Would you like a drink before we get started with the interview?” Becky asked with a warm smile which helped Candy to relax.

“No thank you, but thank you for the offer.” Candy replied smiling back at Becky.

Becky was soon asking Candy all sorts of questions, which she had answers to because Brian had been grilling her for the past week on any and all questions that might be asked of her, and she was coming across as being very confident about herself.

“I do have a couple more people to see, but you are on the short list.” Becky said at the end of the meeting as she stood up and walked Candy to the front of the club where Brad was stood waiting with the door open ready for Candy to leave.

Brian was still sat waiting for her when she stepped out of the club, so she got into the car and Brian pulled away from the curb before he asked any questions. “So how did it go? Did you get the job or what?” He asked excitedly.

“I’m on the short list, but she said she had some others to interview yet.” Candy said sounding hopeful.

“You screwed something up didn’t you...!” Brian snapped as he slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “You screwed it up and now you’re telling me this bullshit to stop me punishing you when we get home.”

“I’m not lying to you, and she really did say I was on a short list.” Candy pleaded.

“I give you a small taste of freedom, and you think you can talk back to me.” Brian snapped.

“I’m sorry Master.” Candy said as she looked down at her lap close to tears now.

“You will be.” Brian said.

The rest of the drive home was done in quiet as Candy worried about what punishment Brian would take out on her when they got home.

Once they were back at the house and the car was in the garage. Brian dragged Candy by her hair down to the dungeon where he made Candy remove all her clothes before he fitted her with a nasty pump up gag that made her cheeks puff out to a ridicules size before he closed the valve and unscrewed the pump. Candy let out a groan when she saw Brian grab the leather dog suit and started to force Candy into it.

The dog suit forced Candy down onto all fours so she had to walk about like an animal rather than a person. Candy’s feet were pressed into her bottom while her arms were held straight down with the aid of some steal bands stopping her from bending her arms. She knew better than to fight, so she just let Brian force her into the suit before he closed the zipper and locked it in place. Not that he really needed to lock the suit on, as she had no use of her hands to undo the zip at the minute anyway. Brian then inserted an inflatable tail into Candy’s bottom before pumping it up until Candy was whimpering just like a dog from the pain of the inflated object now sticking out her bottom.

Brian left the room and let Candy make her way back up the stairs at her own pace. Candy hated it when she had to move around like an animal, but she went to the basket in the corner of the kitchen and tried to get comfortable, while Brian sat reading the paper in silence.

Candy spent the next couple of days in the dog suit, and she was still in it when the phone rang and Brian answered it while Candy was still snoozing in her dog basket in the corner of the kitchen.

“Can I speak to a Ms Candy Cane?” A woman asked on the other end of the phone.

“I’m sorry but Candy can’t get to the phone at the minute.” Brian said as he looked at Candy in her doggy suit with her cheeks bulging out under the doggy mask tightly pressed into her face. “Can I pass a message on to her for you?” Brian asked.

“I was just calling to say she’s got the job at The Closet, if she still wants it.” The woman replied with a smile in her voice.

“I know she does, she’s done nothing but talk about it since she left the interview the other day.” Brian said as he looked at a frowning Candy now on her feet, or more paws as she made her way across the kitchen to where Brian was stood holding the phone to his ear.

“That’s wonderful. Can you please ask her to come by the club tomorrow afternoon, and we can get her uniform sorted out, and show her the ropes before she starts work tomorrow night.” The woman informed Brian.

“That’s great; she’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” Brian said just before he ended the call.

Candy sat looking up at Brian and he stood looking down at her for a couple of minutes before he finally spoke to her. “You shouldn’t have spoken back to me, then you never would have ended up in that suit.” Brian walked away like it was still Candy’s fault she was stuck in the doggy suit still.

It was another couple of hours before Brian finally let Candy out of the suit so she could go and take a soak in a bubble bath and get rid of the stale sweat smell the doggy suit left her smelling off.

Candy was nervous the next afternoon as she was getting ready for her first day at work, but she was even more nervous when she saw Brian walk into her room carrying her chastity belt.

“Do I really need to wear that Master?” Candy asked as she looked down at the floor, knowing better than to make eye contact with him when asking a question.

“Yes you do because I want to make sure no one tries to get fresh with you.” Brian said as he set to work locking Candy into the chastity belt her penis was always in the tube. Candy was soon locked away and she bent over so Brian could insert the butt plug, which slid in much easier these days thanks to all the training she’d had over the years. Brian then locked the plug in place and let Candy finish getting ready.

Once Candy was dressing and Brian was happy with how she looked, he drove her over to the club and gave her a cell phone with just one number in it. “Call me when you finish, and I will pick you up in this spot.” Brian said in a warning tone just before he drove off, leaving her stood outside the club feeling very nervous suddenly.

Candy took a couple of deep breaths before she made her way up the steps and into the club. Candy followed the sound of some women talking and laughing and she soon found them.

“You must be Candy...!” One of the women shouted as she ran over to welcome Candy to the club. “I’m Di, this is Em’s and that bitch is DD.” Di said with a laugh as DD just stuck her tong out at Di.

“Hi Candy.” Em smiled. “Do you mind if we just call you CC?” Em asked. “Don’t hate me, but your full name makes you sound like a stripper.” Em laughed.

Candy had always thought the same thing, but she wasn’t about to tell Brian that. “I like the sound of that.” Candy smiled.

“Nice to meet you CC.” DD grinned.

“We better go and get you sorted out with a uniform so we can show you the ropes.” Di said as she led the way through a set of doors marked ‘Staff Only’ and Candy was soon being handed a uniform to put on.

The uniform was a gold coloured corset and matching coloured short flared skirt and gold panties that thankfully would cover her chastity belt and the corset was only for show, so it would fit nicely over her own corset which was much tighter than this gold one would ever go, and was locked on her thanks to the chastity belt that was locked on over the top of the corset.

Candy was soon dressed and ready for the three women to show her the ropes, which Candy picked up right away and was ready to start work when the club opened, but they had a little time to relax and get to know each other, so Candy sat and listened to the three women tell her about themselves. Candy found out the Em’s and DD were both pre-op Transsexuals, while Di was like her and had no plans to have the surgery, but lived full time as a woman, and had real breasts as well. Candy told them the story Brian had made her memorize until she felt like that really had happened to her.

Brian had come up with a story where Candy had been found by his parents and then kicked out of the house, and then forced to take dead end job after dead end job until he was able to start her transition, but was now happy living with her boyfriend and had no plans to have the final surgery, just like Di had said. Candy had said her boyfriend was Bi, so with her, he got the best of both worlds.

The club was soon open and Candy was kept busy for the rest of the night, but her night wasn’t all good, as she saw Brian watching her like a hawk on and off all night, and she was worried she might have upset him more than once, which made her make some foolish mistakes.

Candy was sad to see the night end, as she knew what she was going back home too, and she wondered what reason Brian would find to punish her this time. Not that Brian needed a reason to punish her.

Brian was sat in his car waiting for her when she stepped out of the club an hour after the club had closed, and he didn’t look very happy when Candy got in the car.

“Good evening Master.” Candy said as she put her seatbelt on. “I’m sorry that I am later than I hoped Master, but I was forced to stop and have an afterhours drink to welcome me to the club as a new employee.” Candy tried to explain.

“You should have called and let me know.” Brian said in a clipped tone as he pulled away from the curb heading for home. “That is what I gave you the cell phone for.” He added with a growl.

Candy knew that trying to explain more wasn’t going to help, so with her head looking down into her lap, she just said. “Sorry Master.” And she didn’t say another word all the way home.

Once they were back at the house, Candy wasn’t shocked when Brian dragged her down to the dungeon and grabbed a set of cuffs before he locked her wrists behind her back and then placed a posture collar around her neck and locked it to a chain coming from the ceiling. He took out all the slack in the chain using a winch system off to one side until Candy was almost on tiptoe still wearing her heels.

“Let’s see how you like hanging around waiting for me to turn up.” Brian snarled just before he turned and left the room.

Candy’s feet already ached from being on them all night, and if she fell asleep now, she would hang herself, but Brian was too clever to let that happen, so whenever there was too much weight pulling down on the chain, it would loosen enough to stop Candy chocking, and the butt plug still stuck inside her would send a shock into Candy’s backside waking her up again. This is how Candy spent the rest of her night, but Brian did turn up the next morning and let her down before taking the cuffs off and the chastity belt. Candy staggered up to her room and collapsed onto her bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Brian woke Candy later in the day and told her to run a bath as she looked a mess, and he needed her looking her best when she went to work later that day.

Candy did as she was told and by the time she was done in the bathroom, she was ready for something to eat, so she went down to the kitchen and found that Brian had gone out some place. She never bothered trying to escape because she knew that Brian always locked her in the house when he went out, and if she had tried to open one of the doors, he would know about it somehow.

Once Candy had finished her light meal. Brian still had her watching her weight. Candy made her way back up to her room and started to get ready for work. She was sat in the living room flicking through a magazine when Brian finally got home a little later.

“Good, you’re ready for work.” Brian said when he walked into the living room. “Stand up so I can take a look at you.”

Candy got to her feet and waited for Brian to look her over from head to toe. He checked her hair, makeup, nails and outfit before he started tutting at her for some reason. Candy ran through her dressing process and couldn’t think of anything she’d missed.

“Where is your chastity belt?” Brian asked.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where Master keeps it, or I would have put it on.” Candy said as she realised she couldn’t have done what Brian wanted anyway.

“Well you shouldn’t have finished getting ready then.” Brian whispered in her ear. “Follow me.” He said as he turned and left the room.

Candy followed close behind and she was led down to the dungeon where Brian walked over to a cupboard and was soon walking back over to Candy with another of her chastity belts. Candy’s penis was always kept in the steel tube now, so it didn’t take Brian long to have the chastity belt on and locked securely around Candy’s waist. Candy was tempted to take a step away from Brian when she saw the size of the butt plug he intended to put up inside her, but she knew that would only make things worst in the long run, so she just bent over and braised herself for the intruder.

“Relax baby, just relax and let it slide into you nice and tight.” Brian said as he slowly eased the plug deeper and deeper.

Candy whimpered as it got more and more painful as the plug stretched her rose bud wider and wider. Candy let out a sigh when she felt the plug get pulled in the rest of the way until it was firmly seated against her bottom.

“I’m sure you won’t forget, again will you?” Brian asked once Candy was stood up again and pulling her panties back up over the now chained in butt plug and chastity belt.

“No Master and I am sorry Master.” Candy said as she looked down at the floor waiting for Brian’s next command.

“I have also added something to make sure you’re not going to keep me waiting tonight either.” Brian said as he played around with a small remote.

Candy let out a small squeal when the butt plug gave her a small shock, but she soon recovered again and remained quiet while Brian finished with the remote.

“That gift I’ve let you look after, has a built-in timer, which I have set to go off just after two thirty tomorrow morning, so if you don’t want to get shocked again, you better be in my car before it goes off, or you will suffer until we get home.” Brian warned.

“Yes Master.” Candy said. She knew better than to think Brian was making an idle threat, he never had before and she didn’t think he was about to start now.

Brian dropped Candy off outside the club, and she struggled to get up the steps as she fought with the large plug that made her waddle more than normal, but to anyone looking at her, it just looked like a very sexy walk.

Candy had another busy night and she was asked to join them all for a drink again, but she said she was tired and her boyfriend would be waiting outside for her, so she left and was sat in Brian’s car with ten minutes to spare.
“I’m glad to see that you can learn from your mistakes.” Brian said as he drove away from the club.

Candy was looking nervous as she hadn’t seen Brian turn off the timer on the butt plug, and it was getting closer and closer to two thirty. Brian pulled up to a set of traffic lights just as the clock in the car clicked over to two thirty. Candy winced as she waited for the pain to start, but nothing happened, but then she felt the pain rip through her and she had to use all her will power not the scream out in pain.

Brian slowly removed the remote from his pocket and hit a button to stop the plug from shocking Candy, and she just slumped in the seat wanting to ask him why he had shocked her anyway, but he already had an answer for her.

“That was just to let you know that I wasn’t lying to you.” Brian said it in such a tone as to make it sound like he had done her a big favour by shocking her.

“Tha... Thank yo... Thank you Master.” Candy stuttered out as she tried to get her breathing under control again.

“Anything for you my pet.” Brian smiled just before he pulled off again and drove the rest of the way home.

Candy soon dropped into a routine of working at the club six nights a week, and the rest of her time was spent doing more photo shoots for Brian and his ever-growing group of friends. Candy always turned up to the shoots wearing a mask of some sort, and she was always gagged underneath so she couldn’t speak. Brian didn’t want anyone seeing her image online and tying it to the girl working at the club.

“Do you speak too many of the customers while you serve them their drinks?” Brian asked out of the blue one night as he drove Candy to work.

“Some Master, but I am kept quite busy, so I don’t have much time to stand around talking, Master.” Candy said as she kept looking down at her lap like Brian had tort her.

“I’ve been thinking of finding you a sister to help with the shoots and join you in the bondage experience.” Brian grinned as he looked over at Candy. She did notice him looking at her out the corner of her eye, but she knew better than to look at him, and she had to try very hard not to let him see the fear on her face as she thought about some other poor girl going through what she has. “Do you not have anything to say my pet?” Brian asked.

“I’m not sure how Master wishes me to reply.” Candy mumbled nervously. “I like having you all to myself Master.” Candy lied.

“I think there is more than enough of me to go around.” Was Brian’s response, which Candy knew meant that Brian was going to capture another girl, and he was going to do it at the club.

Candy finally understood why he had got her the job at the club. It was so he could find another girl like her and force this new girl down the same path as he had her.

Brian dropped Candy off at work and drove away again, leaving Candy looking up the road at Brian’s car driving away. She couldn’t let anyone else suffer what she’d been through and still was going through, but she had no idea how she was going to stop him carrying out his plan.

Candy was even more worried later in the night when she saw Brian in the club chatting to a girl that was new to the club. He was being nice to this girl and Candy could tell it was someone new to the crossdressing scene, but the girl was giggling and falling for all of Brian’s cheesy chat up lines.

“CC...! Get those drinks to that table...!” Di shouted when she saw that Candy hadn’t taken her tray of drinks away yet.

Candy snapped out of her worries and took the drinks, but as she passed the table where Brian was sat with this new girl, she saw him slip something into the girl’s drink while she wasn’t looking. ‘Shit, he’s going to take her tonight.’ Candy thought to herself. Without giving it any real thought, Candy faked a trip and sent her tray of drinks slamming into the drinks on Brian’s table, watching as they all got wiped out, including the one Brian had just spiked.

Becky and Brad had been close by and they both came over to calm down the scene after seeing Candy trip and spill the drinks. The woman that had been sat with Brian was franticly trying to dry her dress, while Brian had faded off into the background not wanting to be seen by the management at the club. Candy had seen Brian look angrily at her just before he vanished into the crowd.

“I’m really sorry Miss.” Candy said as she tried to help the woman get her dress dry.

“We’ll sort it from here Candy.” Becky said as she waved Candy away to carry on sorting out the other customers.

Candy wondered if the woman had any idea just how close she had come to becoming a slave for the rest of her life to a total asshole, but she was soon serving drinks again, while looking out for Brian hiding in all the dark corners of the club. She didn’t see him again that night, not until she left the club and saw him sat in his car.

Brian got out his car and walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk just before he waved Candy over to him.

“Good evening Master.” Candy said as she stood in front of him looking down at the road between the two of them.

Brian didn’t speak; he just punched Candy in the stomach and then pushed her into the trunk of the car where he cuffed her hands to one side of the trunk and her feet to the other before slamming the trunk down and getting back behind the wheel and driving away at speed.

Candy knew he must be really mad, because he had hit her right out in front of the club before adding bondage. Candy was soon screaming out in pain when the plug in her backside sprang to life shocking her every couple of seconds. The pain got too much and she couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in pain. The car stopped and the trunk opened so Brian could gag her with a large dirty rag which he then covered with a leather hood with no eye holes. Candy heard the trunk lid slam down just before she felt the car moving again. The shocks carried on until she was dragged into the house and down to the dungeon.

“I’m going to make you feel sorry you were ever born you stupid little bitch.” Brian snarled as he dropped Candy onto the floor and went to get some rope off a shelf.

Candy couldn’t see anything through the hood, but she had a pretty good idea what he was doing when she felt her wrists being tied together, and then he did her feet before pulling her feet and hands together, but he kept pulling until her feet were between her shoulder blades and he tide off her hands to her knees before wrapping a rope around her chest and then tying her feet off to that rope. Candy was in a lot of pain now, and she knew she couldn’t hold this pose for very long as all her muscles were already aching, but at the same time she had no way of stopping Brian from leaving her like this.

“Let’s see if you feel as brave in the morning bitch.” Brian snapped as he gave Candy a good kick in the stomach as she had rolled onto her side the minute Brian let her go.

Candy groaned into the gag in her mouth as she felt the kick impact her stomach, but that pain just mixed in with all the others as she tried to cope with being so tightly bound. This was by far the worst bondage she had ever been put into, and she knew she wasn’t going to be getting out of it any time soon.

She tried to relax into the bondage and find her dead zone, the space she went to when the bondage got boring, or painful, but it wasn’t working this time and Candy felt like years had passed before she felt Brian cutting her ropes again. Candy’s face slammed into the hard floor and her legs did the same, but she couldn’t move because she had lost all feeling in her arms and legs. Candy was worried she might never be able to use them again.

“When you feel like moving you lazy bitch, go and get yourself cleaned up and ready for work.” Brian said as he kicked her in the side again.

Candy slowly felt the feeling coming back into her limbs as well as a bad case of pins and needles which were almost as bad as the shocks from the butt plug. Once she could move her arms, she managed to undo the laces on the hood and remove it before pulling the rag out her mouth. Candy then managed to sit up and untie her legs so she could struggle to get up the stairs to her bedroom where she ran herself a bath and undressed while it filled up.

She took a long soak and must have fallen asleep because the water was cold when she woke and climbed out feeling a little better than when she got in. After drying herself off Candy eased herself down into the chair at her vanity and looked at the tired face looking back at her.

Candy worked as best she could with her hands still feeling numb as well as her wrists looking sore and bleeding in places, just like her ankles were. Candy knew Brian had gone too far this time. She knew her life was over, but she wasn’t going to help him do this to another girl, so she planned to go to the police.

Brian was acting like last night never happened when he finally came home to see how Candy was doing with getting ready for work. Candy was stood in her bedroom waiting for Brian to fit her chastity belt with her skirt held up, so Brian set to work and only used a normal sized plug on her this time.

“I know you acted out of jealousy last night my pet, but I am going to give you a sister to share your bondage with.” Brian said with a smile in his voice.

‘The selfish prick actually believes that crap.’ Candy thought to herself. But all she said was. “Sorry Master.”

Candy had sorted out some fingerless lace gloves to wear to work that day, so she could hide the marks on her wrists. Candy thought it made her look like a throwback from the eighties when Madonna wore them, but Candy thought it better to look like that than have people see the angry bleeding sores on her wrists.

“May I ask a question Master?” Candy asked when Brian pulled up outside the club.

“You may.” Brian replied and then waited for Candy to ask it.

“Will you be at the club later?” Candy asked nervously, not sure if Brian might lose his temper with her.

“No my pet, I will keep away for a couple of days just in case anyone saw me trying to chat up that other little toy from last night.” Brian said with a smile. “Now get out the car and go to work for me my little pet.” He added as he put the car in gear ready to pull off as soon as Candy was out the car.

“Becky’s looking for you.” Em’s warned Candy once she was in her uniform and ready to start work.

Candy left the staff room and went to see if she could find Becky so she could find out what the boss wanted to see her about.

Becky was talking to one of the bar tenders with her always present body guard called Brad, who was the size of a small house, and it all looked like muscle. Candy waited for Becky to finish with the bar tender before she stepped over to find out what Becky needed to speak to her about.

“Em’s said you wanted to see me Ma’am?” Candy had to stop herself calling Becky ‘master’.

“Yes I do, and please call me Becky.” Becky smiled as she waved off the whole ma’am thing.

“Okay Becky.” Candy said, finding it hard to speak like this to anyone these days, after being punished for doing such things in front of Brian.

“I want to speak with you about last night, and what you did to that man.” Becky frowned.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean Becky.” Candy said trying to keep the worry out her voice.

“Brad and I checked the CCTV footage earlier today, and it clearly shows you heading well out of your section and then tripping so you could wipe out all those drinks and the one that a man had spiked with something.” Becky explained.

“It looked like you tripped on purpose so you could wipe out that spiked drink.” Brad added.

Candy looked up at Brad as he stood with his arms folded across his chest, which made him look even scarier. “I really did just trip while I was trying to be clever and take a short cut around a large crowd of people.” Candy lied. “If there’s nothing more, I would like to get back to work now?” Candy asked hopefully, but turned and started to walk away. Candy was soon wincing in pain when Becky grabbed her wrist to stop her walking away.

“What’s wrong with your wrist?” Becky asked as she lifted Candy’s arm up and pulled the lace glove down so she could see why Candy had just winced with pain.

“Nothing is wrong, I just twisted it funny while excising earlier today.” Candy said as she tried to pull her wrist away from Becky.

Becky wasn’t buying Candy’s response and she carried on pulling the glove down, and Brad had now stepped closer, letting Candy know that he would hold her and let Becky take a look if he had to. “Who did this to you Candy?” Becky growled when she saw the state of Candy’s wrist.

“I did it at the gym...” Candy started to lie, but Becky held up her hand and stopped Candy speaking.

“I know a rope burn when I see one Candy, and this was made by some carless fool tying the rope far too tight.” Becky said as she checked Candy’s other wrist and found the same deep cut lines that were also weeping with blood.

“My boyfriend and I got a little carried away last night when I got home from work.” Candy blushed as she hoped her lie would stop Becky asking more questions.

Becky still didn’t believe Candy, but there was nothing she could do if Candy wasn’t willing to talk about it. “I think you should think about looking for a better boyfriend, as this one has no idea about safe bondage play.”

“I think he learned his lesson when I’d finished shouting at him.” Candy smiled to hide the worry she was feeling.

“Let me give you this, and please try and get a little more rest, as you are looking really tired.” Becky said sounding worried as she pulled a business card out her purse and then wrote something on the back of it. “This is my cell number. Call me if you ever need any help, or someone to chat to.”

“Thank you, Becky.” Candy grinned as she took the card off Becky and then slipped it into the pocket of her uniform until she could find a safer place for it later.

Becky let Candy return to work, but she looked at Brad and the two of them both knew that Candy knew more about the man and the spiked drink than she was letting on.

Candy didn’t have a very good night at the club due to her already being so tired before she even got there, so she was glad when the night finally ended and she was able to leave the club and get in Brian’s car.

“Good evening Master.” Candy said as she looked down at her lap like she’d been tort.

“Hello my pet.” Brian said sounding pleased with her for once.

Candy was so tired that she was soon asleep thanks to the rocking motion of the car driving down the road. Brian woke her when they got back to the house and she went inside and up to her room where Brian entered and removed her chastity belt so she could remove her corset and get ready for bed.

Brian didn’t show up at the club for the next couple of days, other than to drop Candy off and then pick her up again. He had also not felt the need to punish her either, and Candy wondered if it was due to the damage he’d done to her the other night, which he could still see every time he was in the same room as Candy.

It was the Saturday before Candy saw Brian in the club again, but she was being kept busy behind the bar tonight, so she couldn’t help any girl that Brian found, but she did try to keep an eye on him as he walked around the club.

Brian finally found someone he liked and he was soon sat chatting the woman up and buying her drinks. Candy kept trying to watch for him spiking her drink, but she must have missed it because the next time she looked at the table where he was sat, the seats were empty and Candy could just make out Brian leaving the club, helping the woman walk due to her being drugged, but to everyone else, she just looked very drunk.

Candy left the bar and tried to go after Brian and warn one of the bouncers that she thought someone had been drugged and taken against her will, but Brian had vanished when Candy got to the main entrance. Candy knew she had to get back to the house and stop Brian before it was too late, so she ran down the steps and started running down the road hoping to find a taxi and flag it down, but she took a couple of turns this way and that, and she was soon lost and there wasn’t a taxi or car of any type around for her to get help from.

“I’m not anyone’s hero.” Candy said as she looked around trying to find someone to help her. She’d run back to the club if she knew which way to go, but she didn’t, so she started walking in the general direction she thought the club was, but she just got more and more lost in the back streets of London.

Candy thought her luck was about to change when a car came around the corner and slowed down next to her and the passenger window lowered.

“Hello Miss. How much do you charge?” The man asked nervously.

Candy was just about to tell the creep to piss off when the whole street was lit up with blue flashing lights as a police car pulled up behind the other car that had stopped thinking she was a hooker. Candy went to walk away, but had to stop when she heard a female voice talking to her.

“Stop where you are Miss...!” The female officer said as she flashed a light in Candy’s eyes blinding her for a second or two. “Can I please see some ID?” The officer asked when she reached the spot where Candy was stood.

“I don’t have any ID on me officer.” Candy tried to explain as she pattered her corset and skirt, which Candy now realised did make her look like a hooker when she wasn’t in the club with all the other girls dressed the same way.

“Do you have a name?” The officer asked with a raised eyebrow like this wasn’t the first time someone like Candy didn’t have any ID on her.

“Candy Cane.” Candy said, then realised just how stupid this all sounded.

“Do you have a real name other than your street name?” The officer sighed like she wasn’t in the mood for playing around tonight

“Candy Cane is my real name.” Candy pouted.

“Did your parents not like you or something?” The officer asked sarcastically. I’m sorry Miss, but if you’re not going to give me your proper details, then I will have to place you under arrest.” The officer said as she pulled out her handcuffs and stepped closer to Candy while reaching out for Candy’s wrist so she could place the cuff on it.

Candy freaked out when she saw the cuffs because all she thought was what Brian could do to her once he had her hands cuffed. Candy lashed out and hit the officer on the side of the head knocking her off her feet. Candy tried to make a run for it, but she was soon being grabbed from behind by a male officer who was far too strong for Candy to get away from and she was soon being stuffed into a police van when it arrived.

Once they had Candy at the police station, they soon found out that she wasn’t a female when they found the chastity belt and a locksmith was called to remove it and they saw Candy’s penis trapped inside the steel tube. Some of the officers started treating her even worse than they were before they found out her secret. Candy hadn’t made any friends by attacking an officer to begin with, but add the fact she wasn’t a she, and life was beginning to look even worse for her.

“Tell us your real name...!” A male officer barked at Candy once they had her in an interview room. Candy was now wearing a white paper suit and she had no idea where her clothes were.

“My name is Candy Cane.” Candy said for the hundredth time while looking down at the floor, just like she did when Brian was anger with her.

The officer slammed his fist down on the table making Candy jump, then the officer stood up and left the room.

“She’s not talking.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair with frustration. “Didn’t you find anything on her, him, it?” The officer asked not sure what to refer to Candy as.

“All we could find on her was a business card for a night club called ‘The Closet’ An officer said as he picked up the card and handed it to the other officer.

The officer took hold of it and looked it over. “There is a cell number on the back of the card, as anyone tried calling the number to see if they might have some answers for us?”

“No, but I will call it now if you want me to.” The other officer said as he took the card back and punched in the number on the back of the card.

*****

Becky was looking over some CCTV footage with Brad and a couple of police officers due to someone reporting their friend had gone missing from the club, and someone had seen her being taken out of the club by a man, and her friend had looked really drunk, but her friend didn’t drink.

“Isn’t that the same guy from the other night?” Becky asked as she looked at Brad.

“It sure looks like him, and look, there goes Candy chasing after him.” Brad pointed out as they saw Candy run past the same camera that they saw the man go past a couple of minutes earlier.

“Do you think they were working together?” Becky asked.

“Why would she throw a tray of drinks over him one night, just to help him a couple of nights later?” Brad looked confused.

“You do have a point, so do you think she was actually trying to stop him from taking that girl tonight, and also stopped him the other night?” Becky was thinking out loud.

“I’ll go and find Candy so we can ask her.” Brad said as he left the room to go and fetch Candy back up to the room so she could answer some questions and hopefully help then find this woman.

Becky was checking some of the other cameras when Brad came back with some bad news. “Candy left earlier and she’s not come back.”

“I’ve just seen her leave the club through the main entrance on this monitor.” Becky said. “The time stamp said it was just over an hour ago around the same time that mystery man left with the girl.” Becky sounded frustrated.

“I still find it hard to think that Candy would have anything to do with that girl being taken.” Brad frowned.

Becky was just about to speak when her cell phone started ringing. She looked at the display and didn’t know the number so she answered it just in case it was important. “Becky Clarke speaking.”

“Hello Mrs Clarke, this is Sun hill police station, we were hoping you might be able to help us ID a female that we arrest earlier this evening.” The voice on the other end of the phone explained.

“What makes you think I can help you?” Becky sounded confused.

“The only thing she had on her when we arrested her was a business card with your name and cell number on the back.” The officer explained.

“Does this woman have a name?” Becky asked.

“She is calling herself Candy Cane, but we don’t think that is her real name.” The office said with humour in his voice.

“You have Candy there at your station?” Becky sounded excited to hear this bit of news. “We had a young woman drugged and taken from the club this evening, and we think that Candy might be able to help us find her.” Becky explained.

Becky handed her phone to one of the officers in the room with her and the two of them spoke for a couple of minutes before he ended the call and handed Becky her phone back.

“Apparently this Candy was arrest for prostitution and assaulting a police officer when she was being arrested.” The officer explained what the other officer had just told him.

“Prostitution...?” Becky was shocked to hear. “And assault...?”

“Yes, that’s what they just told me, but we can go down there and talk to her.”

Becky and Brad grabbed their coats before they followed the officers out to their patrol car so they could take them to speak with Candy.

*****

Candy was still sat in the interview room feeling a little weird now she was out of the chastity belt and the butt plug had been removed. She realised that for the first time in a long time she was totally free of Brian’s control over her. The down side was, she was looking at some serious prison time for hitting a police officer.

The door opened and Candy looked up to see the officer that had been shouting at her walk in followed by another officer and then she saw Becky and Brad walk in.

“Becky...!” Candy shouted; glad to see a friendly face. “Please tell them that I’m not a hooker.” Candy pleaded.

“Not a hooker, you should have seen how she was dressed when we picked her up.” The officer that had tried to interview her scoffed.

“She was dressed in the uniform of the night club where she works, and I run.” Becky snapped at the officer in Candy’s defence.

“How do you explain where she was picked up, and the fact she was touting for business?” The officer asked in a smug tone.

“She was trying to chase after a man who had taken a girl from our club after he drugged her.” Brad said as he got in the officer’s face looking angry at the way he was treating Candy.

“I think you better wait outside while we talk to her.” The officer from the club said to the other officer.

“We need your help to find this guy who took the girl tonight from the club Candy.” Becky said as she sat down next to Candy and took hold of her hands. “We saw it was the same man that you threw the tray of drinks over the other night.” Becky pleaded.

“Do you know who this man is Candy?” The officer asked.

“Yes I do.” Candy nodded. “He is the same man that kidnapped me six years ago and turned me into his slave.” Candy started to sob as she admitted the truth about her past for the first time.

Candy gave them Brian’s address and explained the layout of the house so they knew where to look, and she warned them that she had seen Brian with a gun a couple of times, and he had once put the barrel in Candy’s mouth while pretending to play Russian roulette.

Becky was shocked to hear what Candy had been through, and she had only heard a little part of Candy’s past, but she made herself a promise to help this poor woman get her life back.

The officer made some calls and he soon had a tactical team put together, and all the right paperwork to gain access to Brian’s house so they could search it and hopefully find the woman before any harm was done to her.

“You have to believe me Becky when I say I had no idea he was going to use your club to abduct another woman and use her like he has me.” Candy sobbed as Becky hugged her.

“I believe you Candy.” Becky said as she stroked the back of Candy’s head while she held her close.

Candy relaxed a little and she was soon answering Becky’s questions and telling her all about her last six years of hell and the fact that all her changes were done against her will. Becky felt sick as Candy told her all the evil things that this Brian had done to her.

Some time had passed before the officer from the club entered the room and told them what had happened. “We’ve found the girl safe and sound. She was still too drugged for him to do anything, so we got to her just in time.”

“And what about him?” Becky growled.

“The armed response unit went in and he had a gun. He was asked a number of times to put the weapon down, but he refused, so the officers had to use deadly force.” The officer explained.

“So he’s dead?” Candy asked with hope in her voice.

“Yes, he was pronounced dead at the scene.” The officer sighed, not happy with the end result, as none of them liked to take human life.

“I don’t have anywhere to go now.” Candy said as she looked a little shocked to hear that the man responsible for all her suffering was dead, and would never hurt her again, or anyone else. “Well other than prison.” Candy added when she remembered where she was.

“You’re not going to prison.” Becky frowned.

“I assaulted a police officer.” Candy reminded Becky.

“We can get all that sorted out, but you will be coming with me, because I know just the place for you to live while you get your life back on track.” Becky smiled.

The officer let Becky and Brad take Candy away with them after they agreed to bring Candy back to give a statement the next day.

To Be Continued.

Tales from the Closet Book 01 Candy Cane Part 2 of 3

Author:

Sara UK

Caution:

CAUTION: Sex / Sexual Scenes

Audience Rating:

Adult Oriented (r21/a)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transgender

Character Age:

College / Twenties

TG Themes:

Caught with Consequences

TG Elements:

CAUTION

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Tales from the Closet One: Candy Cane

Chapter Three: RIP Candy Cane.

Becky led Candy out the police station and over to a waiting car. Brad helped Becky and Candy get in the back before he got in the front next to the driver. Brad gave the driver directions and they were soon driving away.

The car pulled up outside a Victorian looking house that had the remains of a sign saying it use to be a boarding house at some point in its past. Becky opened the door and walked right in.

“Mable...! I have a new guest for you...!” Becky shouted as they made their way towards the back of the house.

Candy saw an old woman walk around the corner smiling as she stepped up to Becky and gave her a hug. Candy got a shock when the old woman gave her a hug as well.

“Hello my dear. Brad called me and told me what happened to you, and I want you to know that you can stop here as long as you like.” Mable said as she gave Candy a good hug.

Candy let out a sigh as she enjoyed the hug and felt the love coming from this little old woman. “Thank you, Ma’am.” Candy smiled.

“Please call me Mable.” She waved off Candy’s use of the word ‘ma’am’. “Do you not have anything else to wear sweetie?” Mable asked when she saw that Brad wasn’t carrying any bags, but Becky had managed to track down her uniform from the club, so she wasn’t walking around in the silly white paper suit anymore.

“No, I will need to buy myself some new clothes when I find a new job.” Candy explained.

“You still have your job at the club, and we can sort you out with some clothes while you get your life sorted out.” Becky promised. “I’m sure my sisters and I can get you started with some clothes.” Becky added with a grin.

Mable wandered off and was soon back with a small pile of clothes and underwear for Candy to go and change into, and then Mable took Candy up some stairs and to a large room with a bed in it.” You can use this room.” Mable said as she let Candy enter. Come back down when you’ve changed, and I will make you a mug of hot chocolate.” Mable grinned just before she turned and made her way back down stairs.

Candy slipped out of her uniform from the club and took a quick shower in her own private bathroom before she slipped on the cotton panties and bra, then she put on the night clothes she found in the pile. Candy wandered back down stairs and followed the sound of voices until she entered the kitchen and found Mable, Becky and Brad all sat at the kitchen table with a mug of hot Chocolate in front of them. Candy took an empty seat and then the mug that Mable offered her.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” Candy said as she sipped the hot chocolate and thought it tasted like a little piece of heaven. Brian hadn’t let her have any form of sweets for the past six years.

“Did you name yourself Candy, or was it his idea?” Becky asked, not wanting to use Brian’s name because she didn’t want to think of that monster as being a human being.

“It was his idea.” Candy frowned.

“What name would you choose for yourself, given the chance?” Becky asked.

Candy was deep in thought for some time before she finally answered Becky’s question. “I’ve always liked the name Karen.” Candy admitted.

“I can see you as a Karen.” Becky agreed. “So I think that is what we will call you from now on.” Becky decided.

“Karen it is then.” Candy, now Karen smiled.

Karen was dead tired and she said her goodnights to them all and made her way up to her new room once she had finished her hot chocolate. She slid under the covers and was soon fast asleep.

*****

Becky was down in the dining room the next morning when Karen wandered in looking half asleep still and she sat in an empty seat at the table. It took her a couple of seconds to realise that there were a couple of men sat at the table looking at her. Out of habit Karen looked down at her lap avoiding eye contact with the two men.

“Hello Karen.” One of the men said. “I’m Carl Wayne and this is my good friend Victor.” Carl explained. “I own the club that Becky runs for me.”

“Hello sirs.” Karen said, still not making eye contact.

“Karen, you don’t need to do that anymore.” Becky said as she took hold of Karen’s hand and made her look up and make eye contact with Carl and Victor sat on the other side of the table.

“Sorry about that, but it’s going to take me some time to get out of some habits he drilled into me.” Karen blushed.

“Please don’t worry about it.” Carl said as he waved off Karen’s behaviour. “Becky was just filling us in on what happened last night, and the rough time you’ve been having.” Carl added.

“May I ask why you are here?” Karen asked trying to fight the urge to look down again.

“Becky asked if I would come to the police station with you both, so I can make sure they treat you right.” Carl said. “Becky told me that you didn’t get the best reception last night.”

“I did hit an officer.” Karen winced as she remembered freaking out the night before.

“So I heard, but you were panicking, and I’m sure I can help straighten it all out for you.” Carl said, making it sound like a matter of fact thing he had to deal with all the time.

“I hope you can, because I don’t want to be locked up again.” Karen said nervously.
Talk stopped when Mable came out of the kitchen with a plate of scrabbled egg on toast for Karen. Until now Karen hadn’t given food a thought, but she realised that she was hungry and started eating while Becky spoke with Carl, Victor and Mable.

“Thank you for the meal Mable, it was wonderful.” Karen said as she got up to take the plate into the kitchen.

“Let me take that sweetie, so you can go and get dressed.” Mable said as she got up and took the plate out of Karen’s hands. This was something new for Karen, but she soon recovered and went to get dressed.

Becky followed Karen up to her room carrying a bag with some more clothes in that she and her sisters had all sorted out, to get Karen started on a new wardrobe. Becky helped Karen put a simple clothing option together before she went back down stairs to wait with the others while Karen got dressed.

Karen had always been forced to wear clothes that were bordering on illegal. So it was strange to be putting on a normal looking skirt and blouse and then a jacket that matched the skirt. By the time Karen had finished getting ready, she looked set for a day at an office. Karen wasn’t used to her penis being free of the steel tube, but she tucked it between her legs and pulled up her panties to keep it hidden out the way. It had long since stopped getting erect, which Karen put down to the drugs Brian had pumped into her over the years. She was still having trouble with the fact he was dead now, and wouldn’t hurt her ever again.

“Do I look okay?” Karen asked when she stepped back into the dining room and looked at Becky.

“You look perfect.” Becky smiled.

They all went out to what Karen later found out to be Victor’s car and Becky got in the back with Karen, while Carl got in the front next to Victor who was driving. Mable waved them off from the front door.

Once at the police station Carl took the lead as he walked into the station and asked to see the officer in charge of the investigation to do with his club, and also the incident involving Candy. They didn’t know that Candy was now going by the name Karen, and Candy was still her legal name until Carl could sort out getting it changed.

They were taken to a much nicer room than Karen had been taken to the night before, and the staff at the station was all falling over themselves as they tried to keep Carl happy. Karen could see now why Becky had asked him to come with them.

Karen was taken to another room so she could give her statement of what she saw at the club and also what had been done to her. Karen was nervous because one of the officers taking her statement was the same female officer from the night before, and she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but, in that room, to start with, but as Karen told her story, she saw that the officer had to wipe away a tear every now and then.

Once the statement was finished and Karen had read through it to make sure they had all the details as well as having it all on tape because they had recorded every word Karen had said as well. Karen was taken back to the room where Becky, Carl and Victor were all still sat waiting and talking to some high-ranking officers in the police force.

“How are you feeling?” Becky asked once Karen was sat next to her and Becky had taken hold of Karen’s hand.

“I’m doing alright.” Karen said, but she looked nervous when she saw the female officer she’d hit, enter the room and walk over to the officers that were talking to Carl and Victor. Karen could see the badly bruised eye the officer was sporting now because of her. As the officer was leaving the room, Karen got up and went over to her. “Excuse me Miss.” Karen said nervously.

“Yes?” The officer asked with a small smile that shocked Karen a little bit, as she was expecting the officer to still be angry with her.

“I just wanted to say how sorry I am for doing that to your eye.” Karen said with a pained look as she pointed to the officer’s bruised eye.

“Please don’t worry about it. After hearing your story, I can see that it was just a simple misunderstanding.” The officer said just before she left the room.

Karen went back to where Becky was sat, and Karen took her seat next to Becky and waited to find out her fate.

“It looks like you are free to go Miss Kane.” The officer in charge said with a smile. “Officer Brooks doesn’t want to press charges for assault, and we now know you weren’t a lady of the night.” The officer added.

“That’s it? I can just get up and leave?” Karen asked, not sure she was understanding it correctly.

“Yes, you are totally free and clear of all charges, and once we’ve investigated the means by which Brian Gordon got his finances, we will be doing all we can to make sure you get it, due to all the pain and suffering you went through to earn it for him.” The officer said with anger in his voice over what he had found out about the man that had kept Karen a slave for the past six years.

Karen didn’t really want Brian’s blood money, but after all she had put up with over the years, she thought she might as well do something useful with it, if she did get it.

Once they left the police station Carl had Victor drive them to see Dr Prudence Walker so Karen could have a check-up as well as some tests done to see just how much damage Brian had done to Karen’s body. Karen was scared to enter the doctor’s surgery. Bad things had always happened when Karen was taken to these places when she was with Brian.

“Don’t look so worried Karen. Prudence is my mother, and she won’t hurt you.” Becky said as she tried to calm Karen down when she felt Karen’s hand shaking in her own.

“Hi Becky, Prue is waiting in her office for you, so go right in.” The receptionist smiled.

“Thanks Kim.” Becky smiled back as she led Karen to another door with the name Dr P Walker on it. “Hi mum.” Becky said as they entered the room and saw the doctor sat at a large desk looking through some paperwork.

“Hello Becky, my dear and you must be Karen?” Prudence asked as she got up and walked over to meet them half way.

“Hel... Hell... Hello Ma... Ma’am.” Karen stuttered out.

“Please call me Prue.” She smiled as she led Karen over to a sofa so they could talk before they started all the tests. “From the looks of it, I would say you’ve already spent some time visiting doctors.” Prudence said with a raised eyebrow.

“Not through any choice of my own.” Karen said as she looked down at her lap.

“Do you remember the names of any of them?” Prudence asked, hoping that she could investigate getting them struck off, if any of them were proper doctors or surgeons to begin with.

“No, he took me everywhere and told them what to do.” Karen started to explain and then went into more detail about having her face altered and something done with her throat so she sounded more feminine without trying, and how he had her breast made bigger because the drugs weren’t doing it fast enough, and they had gotten even bigger since she had the implants put in.

Prudence started the exam and then took some blood so she could get it checked out for disease and to find out what level of female hormones Karen had in her.

“Do you ever get any reaction from this?” Prudence asked as she looked at Karen’s penis.

“Not for some years now, but I am glad about that because it was painful when it did, due to it being trapped in a steel tube.” Karen shuddered at the memory of the pain she felt when she started to get excited in the early days of her transformation.

“Just how do you feel about being like this?” Prudence asked once Karen was dressed again and they were sat back on the sofas.

“I try not to think about it too much because I know there is nothing I can do about it.” Karen shrugged. “It’s not like I can pretend to be a man again, not with these things.” Karen added as she cupped her breasts.

“You could look in to having them removed, but it would be very painful, and could leave you with some scarring.” Prudence warned. “As for your penis, well I’m not too sure what damage was done down there, but it doesn’t look good.” Prudence said trying to be honest with Karen.

“I’ve already worked out that I stand a much better chance if I carried on as a woman Prue, but I’m not sure that I am ready to go all the way just yet.” Karen added with a pained look.

“I would like you to do what we call a real-life test to see how you cope with normal day to day stuff before we look at doing anything drastic.” Prudence explained. “I know you’ve spent the last six years as a woman, but that was in a very heavily controlled environment.”

“You mean as a prisoner.” Karen pointed out with a little anger in her voice.

“Yes, and I’m not trying to play any of that down. I am just trying to be kind when I phrase things.” Prudence said in a calming tone trying to get Karen to relax a little.

“I’m sorry Prue.” Karen said as she closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. “I just get so angry when I have to face what was done to me.”

“That is actually a good thing because it means you’ve not been brainwashed by it all.” Prudence sounded excited. “I’d be more worried if you were willing to just lie down and let it all happen.

“Really...?” Karen looked puzzled.

“Yes really.” Prudence nodded. “That version of you wouldn’t have tried to stop this man from taking the other girl, or thrown a tray of drinks over him, she would have wanted to help him take the girl and treat her the same way he had treated you.” She explained.

“I said you are much stronger than you think.” Becky said proudly.

“Well I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than hang out here with me, so go and have some fun and call me in the morning.” Prudence grinned. “Just a little doctor’s humour for you.” She giggled.

“Don’t give up the day job.” Becky frowned.

“Hay...! You cheeky cow.” Prudence frowned as she slapped Becky on the arm playfully. “I’ll be in touch when I get the test results back, but please relax and have some fun, it will make you feel better.” Prudence added as she gave Karen a hug.

Karen was a little stiff when Prudence first hugged her, but she relaxed into it and was smiling when she left the surgery to find Carl and Victor sat in the car both on their phones talking to people.

“I trust mother’s doing fine?” Carl asked once he’d finished his call.

“Yep, bad jokes and all.” Becky rolled her eyes.

Karen just smiled over how normal this all felt, and how alien to her at the same time.

Their next stop was Carl’s hotel so they could start the legal steps to get Karen’s name changed to her new name. And they all stopped off at the hotel restaurant to grab a bite to eat on the way.

Karen was impressed with Carl for giving up so much of his time to help her out, and she knew she would never be able to repay any of them for what they were doing for her now.

“I know this is a little soon to ask, but do you have any plans for your future?” Carl asked while they ate.

“Not really, but I would like to keep working at the club, if you will let me?” Karen asked as she looked at Becky rather than Carl.

“You will always have a place at the club.” Becky promised.

“I also think I would like to go back to college and finish my courses.” Karen said as she started to plan out her future now she had one to plan.

“That sounds like a solid plan Karen, and please let me know if I can do anything to help you.” Carl offered.

“Thank you, Carl, but you have already done so much to help me out.”

“Well the offer is there and always will be if ever you need it.” Carl smiled.

“Thanks Carl. I think you are all pretty amazing.” Karen grinned.

*****

Becky was just walking Karen out to a waiting car, so it could take Karen back to Mable’s when a couple of young men made their way over to them. “Hello Becky, I just wanted to thank you for saving my friend here last night.” One of the men said as he looked at his friend stood next to him.

Becky just looked confused because she didn’t remember either of them to start with, but she soon realised that they were the girl’s that had been taken by Karen’s captor and the one that had reported her friend missing. “I’m sorry, but you look a little different now, than you did last night.” Becky apologised.

“I know, your changing service is the best, and we were having a wonderful time last night before all the trouble.” The man smiled.

“Karen here is the reason we were able to find your friend and save her, I mean him.” Becky looked confused. “You know what I mean.” Becky laughed.

“Thank you for helping to save me.” The second man said in a whisper. “The police said I had a lucky escape as he had already taken one young man and turned him into a she-male against their will.” The man added with a shudder.

“I know.” Karen said with a shudder of her own. “I was the other young man, and that is why I did all I could to save you from the same fate.” Karen admitted. “I wouldn’t wish on anyone what was done to me.”

“Thank you for everything you did.” The man said as he threw his arms around Karen and hugged her.

“I hope you will come to the club again, that sort of thing doesn’t happen all the time.” Karen said as she hugged the man back, while doing a little sales pitch for the club.

Carl had already compensated the young men for all the trouble, and Karen had done a nice job just now, so Becky didn’t need to smooth anything out. She went with Karen back to Mable’s to make sure Karen settled in alright before she left, but not before telling Karen she had the night off, and that was an order as her boss, which made Karen laugh.

*****

Karen lay on her bed and rested for a short time, but she was bored, so she went down to see if Mable needed any help in the kitchen as she was used to sorting out Brian’s meals for him, and keeping the house clean while he was out doing whatever it was he use to do when he went out.

“Hello dear.” Mable said when she saw Karen walk into the kitchen.

“Hi Mable, can I help you with anything?” Karen sounded hopeful.

“You can peal those potatoes for me if you don’t mind?” Mable asked after looking around the kitchen for some jobs she thought Karen could cope with.

“I’d love to.” Karen said as she jumped into action and started pealing the potatoes.

Mable busied herself with other jobs around the kitchen until Karen was done with the potatoes, then Mable put the kettle on and made a pot of tea for them both. Mable was just about to sit down at the Kitchen table when she heard the doorbell, so she wandered off to answer it while Karen finished drying her hands.

“Karen dear, there’s a Hazel Brooks here to see you.” Mable said when she came back into the kitchen.

“I don’t know anyone by that name.” Karen looked puzzled.

“I can ask them to leave if you would like?” Mable asked.

“No, I’ll go and see what they want.” Karen said as she left the kitchen to go and meet this Hazel.

Karen was a little shocked to find the female police offer stood in the dining room not wearing her uniform anymore. She was dressed like a normal member of the public.

“Hi.” Karen said shyly from the other side of the room.

“Hello Karen.” Hazel smiled. “I just wanted to see how you were doing in your new place.”

“It’s really nice, but I am still trying to get used to being free to do what I want.” Karen admitted. “I want to thank you for not pressing charges against me, and I know it wasn’t because I said I was sorry, as you had already spoken to your chief about me before I had spoken to you.” Karen mumbled on nervously.

“After hearing your story earlier today, I understood why you freaked out last night, and I know you didn’t really mean to hurt me.” Hazel smiled. “I thought you could use a little bit of human kindness to show you that there are some good people in the world.” Hazel added.

“Mable has just made a pot of tea; do you want to join us for a cup?” Karen asked, not sure what else to say, not being us to this sort of interaction with other people.

“I’d love to join you.” Hazel said as she walked across the room and followed Karen into the kitchen where Mable was already pouring them a cup of tea out.

“Take a seat my dear, and help yourself to a biscuit.” Mable said as she slid a tin of biscuits across the table as well as two cups of tea.

“Why did you really come here to see me?” Karen finally asked.

“I thought you could use a friend, and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you since you said you were sorry for hitting me.” Hazel blushed.

“Like every time you look in the mirror.” Karen smirked, and then she looked shocked at her own comment. “I’m sorry; I have no idea where that came from.” Karen said as she slapped a hand over her mouth like she was worried something else might pop out of it.

“True.” Hazel giggled. “And don’t worry about it, it was kind of cute.” Hazel added with a blush to her cheeks.

“Cute, what me hitting you, or the comment?” Karen asked.

“The comment silly...!” Hazel said as she playfully slapped Karen on the arm.

Karen found that she really liked Hazel, and she was glad when Mable asked her to join them for dinner that evening because she didn’t want Hazel to leave. Karen got to meet the rest of the people living in the house at dinner time. Mable hadn’t told them anything, thinking it didn’t need to be a talking point at the dinner table, but Mable did talk to everyone a little later when Karen had gone for a walk with Hazel.

“You look kind of happy.” Hazel said as they walked down the road.

“I am, it’s been a long time since I was able to just go out for a simple walk like this, or walk without having some large object stuck up inside me.” Karen blushed at the memory of all the time she had spent with a butt plug locked in her backside.

“I can’t even begin to understand how you coped for six years being treated like that.” Hazel shuddered. “You’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

“I don’t see it that way.” Karen sighed. “I should have fought harder to get free or strong enough to take my own life.” She added with shame in her voice.

“And if you had killed yourself, that bastard would have just gone out and taken another person and done the same to them.” Hazel snapped, making Karen jump and looked down at the ground.

“Sorry Mas...” Karen trailed off as she realised what she was doing.

“I’m the one that’s sorry Karen.” Hazel sighed. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you.” She added as she made Karen look into her eyes so Karen could see her smile.

They walked for a couple of hours and finally ended up back at Mable’s where Hazel walked over to her car. Karen looked a little sad that Hazel was leaving, but it was getting dark and Karen was tired.

“Thanks for coming to see me; it was nice to take a walk with someone not wanting me to do some weird bondage act with them.” Karen blushed.

“I’m not working till tomorrow night, so we could go out and do something tomorrow through the day, that is if you don’t have to work.” Hazel looked hopeful.

“I work nights as well, remember.” Karen smiled. “So I would love to go out and do something.” Karen quickly added with a grin now.

“That’s great. I’ll pick you up at lunchtime, that way we can grab a bite to eat and take the rest of the day from there.” Hazel grinned just before she gave Karen a quick kiss on the cheek and then jumped in her car and drove away.

Karen watched Hazel drive to the end of the road and then let out a happy sigh before walking up the drive way and into the house where she was now living. Karen walking into the dining room to let Mable know she was back, and she found Becky and another woman sat next to her with beautiful long blond hair and a smile that just made you want to do anything for her.

“Hi Becky.” Karen smiled.

“Hi Karen, I’d like you to meet my wife Chrissy. Chrissy, this is the Karen I was telling you about.” Becky said as she made the introductions.

“Hello Karen. I was so sorry to hear about what you’ve had to live through.” Chrissy said as she got up and gave Karen a hug.

“Hello Chrissy, thank you for your kind words.” Karen said as she hugged Chrissy back.

“Mable was telling us you went out for a walk with the officer you hit last night.” Becky grinned.

“Yes, she said I could use a friend.” Karen smiled, but then looked a little worried about something. “She asked me to join her for lunch tomorrow, but I don’t have any money until I can sort out getting my bank card and other ID back from where ever Mast... I mean Brian put it.” Karen corrected herself.

Chrissy was in her purse and pulling out a small pile of notes and handing them over to Karen. “Pay me back when you get things sorted out.” Chrissy smiled.

“I can’t take this from you Chrissy.” Karen pleaded as she tried to give Chrissy the money back.

“I’m not giving it to you; it’s just a loan until you get things sorted out.” Chrissy said as she pushed the money back into Karen’s hand and made Karen close her fingers around it.

“Thank you, Chrissy.” Karen grinned, glad that she would be able to go out with Hazel now the next day.

“Think nothing of it.” Chrissy said as she waved off the kind gesture she’d just done as being nothing special.

“We called in to drop off a couple more bags of clothes, shoes and other odds and ends you might need.” Becky said as she pointed to three large bags over near the stairs just outside the dining room.

“I’ll get David to take them up to your room when he gets back later.” Mable informed Karen, so Karen wouldn’t try taking them up on her own.

“Thank you, but you have already done so much for me, that I will never be able to repay you for it all.” Karen snuffled as she fought back the tears welling up in her eyes.

“We will never ask you to pay us back for anything we do for you honey.” Becky said as she sat the other side of Karen and pulled her into a hug. “Just try to live a good and happy life from now on and that will be payment enough.”

“That I will try my hardest to do Becky.” Karen smiled as she wiped her eyes with a tissue Chrissy had just handed her.

Becky and Chrissy said their goodbyes and both gave Karen a hug before leaving, and Karen said her goodnight to Mable before heading up to her room so she could get some much-needed sleep.

*****

Karen slipped on her dressing gown the next morning and left her room to go down and find something for her breakfast, but she nearly fell over the bags that Becky and her wife had dropped off the night before. Karen thought that David must have brought them up like Mable had said he would. She carried them into her room and decided to look through the stuff later, as she was feeling hungry.

Mable was sat at the dining table talking to the rest of the house when Karen entered the room, but Mable got to her feet and walked around the table before she gave Karen a good morning hug. “Good morning dear. Take a seat and I will go and sort you out with some breakfast.” Mable said as she made Karen take a seat at the table.

“Good morning Mable. I can sort myself out.” Karen tried to argue.

“You’re wasting your time Karen.” David chuckled. “Mother loves looking after us all, so just leave her to it.” David added in a whisper.

“I just don’t want any of you thinking I’m taking advantage of her kindness.” Karen blushed as she saw everyone looking at her.

“None of us think that for a second.” David’s wife Kim said. Karen had met Kim the day before at Dr Walkers surgery, she was the same Kim that was on reception.

“Mable will let you pay her kindness back by doing the cleaning up after we’ve eaten” Jenna said.

Jenna was married to Victor, Carl’s friend who she had met the day before, and who also lived here at Mable’s with their daughter Catherine. Victor had already left for work, and Jenna was dressed ready for a day in an office some place.

“Mum, can I get a lift off you this morning?” Catherine asked as she came into the room dressed for a day at college.

Karen looked at Catherine and thought back to when she was at college just before Brian found out about her secret and then everything turned to hell for her.

“I told you to set your alarm a little earlier, or you would end up being late.” Jenna said sounding all motherly like she always knew best.

“I’ll just have to skip breakfast then, if I’m going to get the bus.” Catherine sounded dramatic as she looked at her wrist watch and sighed.

“I’ll drop you off, but don’t think I’ll be making a habit of this.” Jenna warned.

“Thanks mum, you’re the best.” Catherine grinned as she hugged Jenna and then took her seat at the table.

Mable was soon returning to the table with a bowl of fruit for Catherine and bacon and eggs for Karen. Karen couldn’t remember the last time she had bacon, so she enjoyed every mouth full. She did have to put up with Catherine reeling of facts to do with why none of them should eat meat, but she finally shut up when Jenna said she would be walking to college if she didn’t shut up.

“Thanks for bringing those bags up and leaving them just outside my door.” Karen said to David just before he left for work.

“It was my pleasure Karen, and please don’t hesitate to ask me for anything.” David smiled just before he left the room and went to work.

Soon there were only Karen and Mable left in the house, so Karen helped Mable take the dirty dishes into the kitchen, then Karen forced Mable to take a seat at the kitchen table while she sorted out the dishes and got them in the dish washer. Mable sorted out a fresh pot of tea and then the two of them sat at the kitchen table to enjoy another cup before Karen needed to go up and get ready for when Hazel arrived.

“What time are you going out with Hazel?” Mable asked.

“She said she would pick me up around eleven.” Karen smiled as she thought about getting to spend more time with Hazel.

“How are you sleeping my dear? You look a little tired still.” Mable sounded worried for Karen.

“I won’t lie to you Mable, I’ve been having some bad dreams where he comes into my room and drags me away.” Karen shuddered at the memory of one dream she had the night before.

“I think it’s only natural that you will have them for some time to come, but in time you will get the better of them, and hopefully one day you won’t have any at all.” Mable took hold of Karen’s hand as she said it, and Karen liked the idea of never dreaming about Brian again.

“Part of me won’t except that he’s dead.” Karen admitted. “I keep expecting him to jump out from around every corner.”

“Maybe going to see his body might help you get over the horror he put you through a little faster, and put you mind at ease over him being really dead.” Mable offered as something for Karen to think about.

Karen finished her cup of tea and went up to pick out something to wear for her trip out. She looked through the new bags of clothes and found a well-worn pair of faded black jeans and some running shoes, so she picked out a plain looking white blouse and then set to work getting dressed. The jeans were a tight fit due to Karen having some serious curves, but she had tucked her remaining manhood between her legs before pulling her panties up, and there was no sign of it showing through the jeans. She sat on the edge of her bed and put on the running shoes before she added a little make up and then brushed out her hair and then slipping on a black denim jacket and headed back down stairs to wait for Hazel to arrive.

The doorbell rang just as Karen stepped off the bottom step, so she went over and opened the door as she shouted to let Mable know she was getting it. Karen started grinning when she saw Hazel stood on the other side of it grinning back at her.

“Hi.” Karen grinned.

“Hello.” Hazel grinned back. “You ready to go?” She asked.

“Sure, just let me say goodbye to Mable.” Karen said as she spun around and headed for the kitchen where she knew Mable would be. “I’m off out now Mable.” Karen walked over to Mable and gave her a hug.

“Have a good time, and call me if you’re not going to be back in time for dinner.” Mable said as she hugged Karen back.

“I will.” Karen smiled as she turned and left the room and then the house.

Hazel was already back in her car with the engine running while she waited for Karen to get in. “How are you feeling today? You look a little tired, are you sleeping alright?” Hazel sounded worried as she asked her questions.

“I’m having a little trouble with bad dreams, but I’m sure they will pass given time.” Karen said trying to play down the fact she wasn’t getting much sleep at the minute.

“That’s understandable given what you’ve been through.” Hazel agreed.

“I just keep expecting him to jump out at me, like I don’t believe he’s actually dead.” Karen sounded frustrated. “Mable thinks I should go and see his body, so I can see for myself that he is really gone.”

“It’s funny you should say that because my chief called me earlier and said he needs you to do a formal ID of the body, and I was worried how to ask you, but this could work out all round.” Hazel sounded relieved to have that out, as she wasn’t sure how to just drop it into a conversation.

“Let’s go and get this over with, then I might be able to get some proper sleep.” Karen sighed as she let Hazel drive them to the morgue where Brian’s body was being kept.

Hazel pulled into the parking lot of a plain looking building that Karen found out was the local morgue. Hazel then linked her arm through Karen’s and led her into the building and up to a reception desk where a man was dressed like a security guard and was keeping an eye on a bank of monitors showing different parts of the building and people moving around inside

“Hi, we’re here to ID a body.” Hazel told the man behind the desk. She got her police ID out to show the man who she was, and he took down her badge number before pointing them in the direction they needed to go. Hazel had been here a number of times, so she already knew where she was going.

“This place is creepy.” Karen said as Hazel led them into a room full of steel tables and all sorts of surgical equipment in it, and a wall full of steel doors Karen knew were full of dead bodies.

“Didn’t you know that people are just dying to get into this place?” Hazel joked.

“Hazel...!” Karen looked shocked. “How can you make fun of being in a place like this?”

“Sorry, but this is how I cope with scary things.” Hazel smirked.

Karen was glad Brian never knew about this place while he was still alive because Karen knew he would have had her bound and in one of the draws, saying it would make a great photo shoot. Karen was snapped out of her horror filled day dreaming when a boy wandered over to them.

“Can I help you?” The boy asked.

“Are you old enough to be working here?” Hazel asked after looking the boy up and down.

“Yes...” The boy said sounding a little hurt at Hazel’s question “I’m eighteen, and have only just started working here this week.” He added, not that Hazel or Karen were interested in his life story.

“We’re here to ID the body of one Brian Gordon.” Hazel said.

The boy looked nervous for a short time before he finally decided to move and look on the computer. Having found what he was looking for, he then led Karen and Hazel over to the wall of doors and looked for the right number. They gathered he must have found it when he took hold of the handle and pulled the door open.

Karen and Hazel were hit in the face with a blast of cold air followed by the smell of chemicals and what Karen thought to be the smell of death.

The boy pulled out a long metal tray that had a large white sheet over what looked like a body. He stopped when the tray was half way out and then stepped over to the top of the covered body and slowly pulled down the cover for Karen and Hazel to see the head.

Karen prepared herself to see Brian, but she let out a gasp when she saw him, or not him. The man she was looking at wasn’t Brian.

“That’s not him.” Karen said in a shaky voice as she started looking around expecting Brian to step out and grab her, or take her and Hazel. “The police shot the wrong man Hazel, he’s still alive.” Karen felt the world start to spin as she found she couldn’t stay on her feet any longer.

Hazel saw Karen start to wobble on her feet and she grabbed her, and sat her down on a seat the young man had managed to wheel over. Hazel was distracted by the sound of a man shouting something just then.

“What the hell is going on Shawn? Who are these people?” He asked with anger in his voice.

“They came to ID a body, but they say that this isn’t the man they thought he was.” Shawn babbled looking worried.

“And just who did they think it was?” The angry looking man asked as he walked over to the draw and pulled the cover back over the head and then slid the tray back in before closing the door.

“We came to ID Brian Gordon, the man shot by the police the other night.” Hazel growled as she looked angrily at the young man.

“You won’t find him in that draw.” The man said in a matter of fact way. “You just got a good look at Mr Geoff Brian. The one you’re looking for is in this draw down here.” The man walked down the row and pulled open another door and pulled out the tray, but he waited for Hazel to get Karen back on her feet and stood next to the tray before he pulled back the cover.

Karen let out a sigh of relief when she saw Brian’s face looking up at the ceiling. “That’s him, that’s Brian Gordon.” Karen said as she burst into tears and buried her head in Hazel’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The older man said as he pushed the tray back into the wall and closed the door.

“Don’t be, where glad the bastard is dead.” Hazel snarled. “I just wish I could bring him back to life, so I could kill him myself.” She added as she took Karen back over to the chair she had not long been sat in.

“Can we go now?” Karen asked in a whiny voice as she looked up at Hazel with pleading eyes.

“In a minute, we just need to sign some paperwork.” Hazel promised.

Hazel and Karen were soon leaving the building and driving away from the place. Karen was feeling much better now she knew that Brian was dead, even if she had been scared half to death when they were shown the wrong body.

“How are you feeling now Kaz?” Hazel asked.

“Like I could use a stiff drink.” Karen admitted as she smiled at the new nickname Hazel had just given her.

Hazel was soon pulling into a pub car park and they went into the pub and Hazel ordered a double whisky for Karen and a cola for herself. Karen took her drink down in one gulp, then nearly coughed it right back up again due to her not being used to drinking alcohol.

“Feel better now?” Hazel smirked.

“Yes thank you.” Karen wheezed.

“I can’t believe that stupid asshole showed us the wrong body.” Hazel said as she tried not to laugh.

“That wasn’t funny.” Karen whined as she slapped Hazel on the arm while trying not to laugh herself.

“It was a little funny.” Hazel finally burst out in a fit of giggles

Karen looked at Hazel for a couple of seconds before she herself started to giggle over it all. Karen felt better after she stopped laughing and stole a swig of Hazel’s cola.

Hazel just smiled as she watched Karen take a sip of her cola and then put it back on the table before quickly pulling her arm back and pulling the sleeve down on her jacket.

“Sorry about that.” Karen said nervously.

“Sorry for what? Having a sip of my drink, or letting me see the scars on your wrist?” Hazel asked.

“The scars.” Karen said as she kept pulling on her sleeve, worried that her scars were still showing.

“I don’t care about your scars Kaz. I know what you went though over the years, and I want to be here for you know, no matter what scars you’re carrying with you.” Hazel took hold of Karan’s hand and pulled up the sleeve so she could see the old and newer scars that snaked their way up her arm and under the pulled up sleeve.

Karen tried to pull her arm away, but Hazel wouldn’t let go, and slowly Karen stopped fighting with her, and just relaxed while Hazel ran her finger over some of the older ones.

“Can you please stop doing that Hazel?” Karen said as she was beginning to get turned on by it, and she couldn’t have feelings for Hazel because she was a woman too.

Hazel did as she was told and she watched as Karen pulled her sleeve back down and then stole another sip from her cola.

“I have something for you.” Hazel said suddenly as she went in her purse and pulled out a picture ID and a credit card. “The officers found these while they were going through Gordon’s house and I thought you might as well have them as they have you name on them.

Karen picked up the ID and saw her picture and the name Candy Cane on it, which made her groan as she had never liked that name, but when she saw the same name on the credit card, she looked puzzled. I never had a bank account or credit card as far as I knew.” Karen shrugged.

“Well you signed the back of the card.” Hazel pointed out as she turned the card over so Karen could see a signature on the back that looked like something she would have signed.

“That doesn’t mean anything, isn’t everything chip and pin these days?” Karen asked.

“Yes, it is, and I got a look on Gordon’s cell phone and found a file with some codes and pin numbers, one of which had the name Candy next to it.” Hazel looked a little smug with herself.

“What do you want me to do with it?” Karen asked as she held up the credit/debit card.

“See if there is any money in there.” Hazel shrugged.

Karen shrugged herself as she thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a look, so they finished Hazel’s drink and then left the pub and headed into the city.

Once Hazel was parked, they made their way to an ATM and Karen slipped the card into the machine while Hazel showed her the pin number on her phone. Karen smiled when the machine accepted the pin number and asked her which service she wanted. Karen clicked on the account balance and then nearly fell over from shock when she saw the account had just over twenty thousand pounds sat in it. She shakily asked for a printed balance and then placed the card and the balance slip in her purse.

“That’s a lot of money Kaz.” Hazel said, sounding just as shocked as Karen felt. “What do you plan to do about it?” Hazel asked.

“I’m not sure.” Karen replied. “I think I will have a word with Becky and Carl, to see what I should do, because the money isn’t mine really.”

Part of Hazel wanted to tell Karen to keep it, but she knew Karen was right, and the last think Karen needed was getting in trouble for stealing from a dead man. “That would be the right move Kaz.”

Karen decided to worry about the money thing later and let Hazel show her around the city as they went from clothes shop to clothes shop looking at all the fashions available.

“Can I ask you something that’s been bugging me since we first met, well until I found out about your past I should say.” Hazel said as they were sat in a park enjoying a sandwich.

“And what might that be?” Karen asked as she enjoyed the sunshine while they watched children run around.

“If he had you as his prisoner for the last six years, how did you learn to act so natural as a woman?” Hazel asked.

“He hired me out to people, some of which were very strict female Dom’s who made me learn to be more natural.” Karen shuddered at the memory.

“Did you never try to explain to any of them that you had been kidnapped?” Hazel sounded shocked.

“Yes the first time he hired me out, but she didn’t believe me, and even told Brian that I really got into the role I was playing.” Karen frowned. “I kept my mouth shut after that. Brian punished me for three days straight for trying to get him in trouble.”

“I can’t believe there are people out there willing to pay money, just so they can be cruel to other human beings.” Hazel shook her head.

“Believe me when I say there are more than you might believe.” Karen shuddered again.

“Did you ever have to do sexual acts with any of them?” Hazel asked.

“Yes, all the time, but I don’t like to think about it, and that is why I left it out the statement I made.” Karen said with shame in her voice.

“I’m sorry.” Hazel said as she rested her head on Karen’s shoulder.

Karen was sad to see the day coming to an end, but she needed to get home so she could get ready for work, and she wanted to have a word with Becky about the bank account in her name, and Hazel was due to start the night shift at the police station soon.

“Can we do this again sometime?” Karen asked hopefully once Hazel had parked up outside Mable’s.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Hazel grinned.

“Yep, all day.” Karen grinned back.

“I’ll see you around eleven then.” Hazel said just before she leaned over and kissed Karen right on the lips.

Karen got out the car feeling a little giddy and very confused as to how she should feel, but she wandered into the house and went to find Mable in the kitchen sorting out dinner. She told Mable about her day, and the fact she went to see Brian’s body, and the mix up some young man had made when he showed them the wrong Body. Mable had a good laugh at that, as did the others while they ate dinner that evening.

Becky had told Karen that Brad would pick her up and take her to work, but she was a little shocked to find Becky in the car as well until she found out that Brad lived in the same house as Becky and her wife, as well as Carl and his family.

“How was your date?” Becky asked as they made their way to the club.

“It wasn’t a date.” Karen complained, but she wished it had been a date. “We’re just good friends.”

“Would you like it to be more than just good friends?” Becky asked.

“How can it be?” Karen sighed as she thought about the image she’d looked at in her bedroom mirror, when all she saw was a woman with a penis, that didn’t work anymore.

“You can have anything you want out of life Karen, don’t let what happened to you destroy a chance at being happy.” Becky pointed out. “I’m married to a wonderful woman that was once a man, as is my sister Amber.”

“They both asked to be like this, I never got the chance as it was forced on me, so how can I expect anyone to love this?” Karen sounded disgusted with herself.

“I think you should sit down with this Hazel and tell her how you feel; it doesn’t sound like you have much to lose.” Becky sounded angry with the way Karen saw herself.

Karen never answered and just sat quietly in the back of the car for the rest of the trip to work, then once at the club Karen got out and thanked Brad for the lift before going into the club.

“Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?” Brad asked as he walked with Becky into the club.

“Yes, but I was just so angry over how she was putting herself down.” Becky confessed.

“She has every right to be confused and feel lost at the minute because she never asked for any of this to be done to her, but she has the feelings of a guy, but she is stuck between two different worlds.” Brad said sounding way smarter than he looked.

“Thank you for that DR Phil.” Becky smirked.

“I can’t help it if they put that stuff on through the day and I just happen to watch it.” Brad tried to defend himself.

“Right...” Becky said with a raised eyebrow that said she didn’t believe him for a second.

“You should go and find Karen and say you’re sorry.” Brad said as he pointed Becky in the direction of the staff changing rooms.

Becky let out a sigh and did as she was told, even though she was the boss; she was also wise enough to know when she had done something wrong.

Karen was just getting into her uniform when Becky walked into the room, so Becky walked over and helped Karen do up the corset.

“I’m sorry for what I said in the car Karen, but I just get so mad when I hear people putting themselves down.” Becky sighed.

“Part of me wants to tell Hazel how I feel, but I’m not sure if it’s just the last remaining part of Kevin that is feeling this way because when I look in the mirror, apart from that thing between my legs, I’m a woman now.”

“Hazel didn’t come looking for Kevin yesterday, she came looking for you.” Becky pointed out as she turned Karen around to look her in the eyes. “And she already knew all your secrets, but she still came knocking on your door, so give her some credit and tell her how you feel about her.”

Karen wanted to argue some point with Becky, but what Becky was saying was all true. “I can see why you’re the boss.” Karen smiled.

“Life has been pretty crappy for you up until now, but please don’t let all this stop you finding something good from it.” Becky said with some pleading in her voice as she waved her hand up and down Karen’s body. “And you will still have me and your sisters here at the club to cheer you up if things don’t go as planned.” Becky grinned which made Karen giggle.

“I was hoping to have a word with you and Carl about something I found out today.” Karen started, and then she went on to tell Becky about the trip to the morgue and how Hazel had found a debit/credit card in her former name of Candy, and how there was over twenty thousand pounds in the account.

“Carla will be here later tonight, so I will pull her to one side and we can have a chat about it then.” Becky said once Karen had finished telling her story, and Becky had stopped laughing over the mix up with the bodies.

“Who’s Carla?” Karen asked. Karen had only ever worked on the main floor in the club, so she had never seen Carl when he was relaxing and dressed as Carla.

“Carl is a crossdresser and she is called Carla.” Becky said. “How do you think he came up with the idea for the club and the changing service at the hotel?”

“I never gave it much thought.” Karen shrugged.

“Are we good now then?” Becky pouted.

“Yes we’re good.” Karen smiled, feeling much happier now she had finally spoken with someone about how she was feeling, and not feeling like such a freak over it all.

Karen had just finished serving a table later in the night when she turned around and found Brad stood there smiling down at her. Karen jumped a little, but soon recovered herself.

“Sorry I scared you Karen, but Becky and Carl want to have a word with you.” Brad said as he leaned down and spoke into Karen’s ear. “Just follow me.” He added just before turning and walking towards the VIP section.

Karen had never been up here before when the club was open, and she was shocked at just how posh it looked. Brad led her to a door towards the back of the large room and she saw herself in the large mirror next to the door while she waited for Brad to open the door and then let Karen enter before he closed it and went back to doing whatever it was he did when not following Becky around.

“Hello Karen.” A woman said as she got up off one of the three sofas’ in the room and walked over to where Karen was stood just inside the room. “I’m Carla.” The woman smiled.

Karen remembered what Becky had said about this woman being Carl’s crossdressing side, and she was shocked to see the difference between what she remembered of Carl and how this woman looked with her very real looking cleavage and slim waist squeezed into a slinky looking purple evening dress.

“Wow, you look amazing.” Was all Karen could think to say.

“Becky said you wanted to talk with Carl about something, but I hope I will do? I’m just as smart, but much easier on the eyes.” Carla joked as she led Karen back over to the sofa where Karen now noticed Becky sat enjoying a glass of orange juice.

Karen explained everything to Carla and she said she would have her people look into it for her, and then Carl would get back to her, or Carla would see her here at the club. Carla also had a good laugh when Becky told her about the mix up at the morgue.

“Why does everyone find that so funny?” Karen whined as she was trying not to laugh along with Carla and Becky. “I was really worried at the time.” She pouted.

Karen returned to her part of the club and finished off her nights work before getting a lift back to Mable’s from Brad again, but this time Carla was also in the car. As she too lived in the same house as Becky when Carl wasn’t around.

*****

Karen was dressed and ready to leave the next day when Hazel rang the doorbell. Karen had listened to what Becky said the night before, and decided to dress up a little bit more special to impress Hazel, so Karen answered the door wearing a light purple summer dress that was covered in white flowers, and she had a cardigan on over that so she could stop people seeing the scars that covered her arms. Karen had also found a pair of nude pantyhose to hide the heeling scars on her ankles from the hog tie she’d been forced to put up with just over a week ago.

“Wow Kaz, you look amazing.” Hazel grinned as she looked at the makeup and hair Karen had spent over an hour getting just right.

“Thanks Hazel.” Karen blushed.

They were soon in Hazel’s car and driving towards the city again.

“Can we go someplace quiet like a park?” Karen asked as she watched Hazel driving. “There is something I would like to talk to you about.” Karen added nervously.

“Sure, we can do anything you want.” Hazel sounded a little worried as to what this conversation might be about.

Hazel was soon parking up next to a park and the two of them got out the car and started walking. Karen stopped and took a seat on a bench just off the foot path where no one else was around.

“What’s bothering you Kaz?” Hazel asked after Karen had been sat quietly twisting her hands in her lap.

“I know that I’ve not known you very long, and we didn’t meet under the best circumstances, but I think I might be in love with you.” Karen said as she looked up at Hazel with tears in her eyes.

Karen was waiting for Hazel to freak out and leave. Karen flinched when she saw Hazel’s hands move out the corner of her eyes, but what she wasn’t expecting was for Hazel to take hold of Karen’s head in her hands and then plant a heart stopping kiss on her lips while her tong snaked into Karen’s mouth.

“I was hoping you felt that way about me, because I feel the same way about you.” Hazel admitted in a husky voice when they stopped kissing.

“I hope you understand that I won’t be trying to become a man again.” Karen started to explain. “I’ve been changed too much to ever look like anything but a woman, and I am planning to have the last remaining part of my old life removed just as soon as I can.”

“I’m glad to hear that because I only like girls.” Hazel grinned. “I’m a lesbian.”

“But I’m not sure I am.” Karen looked confused.

“Well you do tick most the boxes, and from what you just said, you soon will be.” Hazel said just before leaning in for another kiss.

“I’m just scared we might be rushing things, or this is some sort of side effect to what happened to me.” Karen worried.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone else in my life, and I didn’t have any of those things happen to me.” Hazel pointed out between kisses.

“I know I am broken, and may never truly be fixed Hazel, but I will try to be the best girlfriend I can.” Karen smiled.

“And I will do the same, but you must come and tell me if you feel like something is wrong, or you are scared.” Hazel sounded more like a big sister as she said this, which made Karen grin.

The two of them were soon walking through the park again, but this time they were hand in hand smiling as they watched the children playing on the swings and in the sandpit.

“We need to get you sorted out with a cell phone.” Hazel said once they were back in the car. “I’ll be able to text you when I’m bored, or thinking about you.” Hazel grinned.

“I have been thinking of getting one, so we could keep in touch.” Karen agreed.

Once they were parked, the first stop they made was to a phone shop where Karen found one she liked and could use, and she was soon walking out the shop with a pay as you go phone with lots of credit on it. Hazel took the phone out of Karen’s ands and punched in her number and then sent herself a message so she could add Karen as a contact in her phone. Hazel then used Karen’s phone to take a selfie of the two of them smiling and saved it as a back drop on Karen’s phone before taking another photo of them using her own phone and saving that as the back drop on her own phone.

The two of them spent the rest of the day window shopping again, and just enjoying their time together. It was soon time for them to part company due to them both working at night, but the trade of with that was the fact they got to spend time through the day together.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Karen asked when Hazel dropped her off.

“You sure will.” Hazel grinned. “And you will be hearing from me later as well.” She added as she showed Karen her phone.

Karen leaned over and enjoyed a couple of minutes kissing before she finally got out the car and waved to Hazel as she drove away.

*****

“Someone looks much happier tonight.” Becky grinned when she saw a smiling Karen get in the back of Brad’s car. “Did you get anything sorted out with Hazel?”

“Yes, I came clean and told her I had feeling for her, and she kissed me and said she felt the same about me.” Karen sounded excited as she told Becky all about her day and how she now had a cell phone.

“Let me see it?” Becky asked as she reached over the seat and waited for Karen to hand her phone over. Becky started pushing buttons and then made a call just before her own phone rang for a second, then Becky handed Karen her phone back before storing Karen’s number in her phone. “You have my number, and please feel free to call me whenever you need help.” Becky said in a stern tone.

“I’ll give you my details once we get to the club, so you can call me if you can’t get hold of Becky.” Brad said over his shoulder as he drove.

Brad was good to his word and he gave Karen his number before storing her number in his phone. Karen wandered off to get changed feeling happier than she had in a long time.

Karen had been worried about coming back to work after all the trouble she had caused, but all the girls she worked with thought she was amazing for what she did, and everything she had been through. She told them all about the amazing woman called Hazel that she had fallen head of heels in love with, and she showed them the picture on her phone to prove it.

The next couple of days passed without much happening other than Karen going out places with Hazel, and they were out visiting some of the sights around London when Karen’s cell phone rang. She saw it was Carl’s number so she answered it.

“Hi Carl, is everything alright?”

“Hi Karen. Yes everything is fine. I am just calling to see if you have some free time to call in and have a chat with me at the Wayne Towers Hotel?” Carl asked.

“Sure, we’re just down the road from the hotel.” Karen replied.

“I’ll see you soon then. Just tell the main reception that you’re there to see me and someone will show you through to my office.” Carl explained.

“Okay, we’ll see you soon.” Karen smiled as she ended the call.

“Problems?” Hazel asked.

“I don’t think so. Carl’s asked if I can call in and see him about something.” Karen shrugged.

The hotel was within walking distance, so they set off towards the hotel and Karen told the woman on reception who they were there to see and she must have been expecting them because she took them straight through to where Carl’s office was located.

“Miss Kane and her guest are here Carl.” The woman said as she led the two of them into Carl’s office before leaving again.

“Thank you for getting here so fast.” Carl smiled as he got up and came to great Karen and Hazel. “And you must be the lovely Hazel.” Carl added as he shook Hazel’s hand just before walking them both over to a large sofa he had in the corner of his room. Carl took a seat in an armchair once Karen and Hazel were seated.

“Is anything wrong Carl?” Karen asked.

“Nope, not really, but I do need to explain what my people have found out, and have also informed the police of some parts so they can look into it themselves.” Carl started to explain. The money you found in that account with your, shall we call it your stage name.” Carl frowned.

“I’d just call it silly, but that’s me.” Karen huffed.

“Anyway, the money in that account is yours, so feel free to do what you want with it, as you earned every penny.” Carl was grinning at the shocked look on Karen’s face.

“How can it all be mine?” Karen asked when she got her mouth to close and open again.

“It seems that your so-called jailer had turned your slavery into a full-time business which he was running in your name like a production company, so all the payments for the photo shoots and videos were being paid into the account in your name, so the money is all yours by law.” Carl explained.

“What about tax and national insurance?” Karen asked.

“He paid all that and kept spotless accounts that were always paid up to date on time.” Carl sounded a little shocked at this part himself. “He was making a lot of money off you, and using your stage name to make it all look legal.”
“That bastard made a business out of my suffering.” Karen growled.

“Yes, but you get to use the money for something good now.” Hazel said as she tried to calm Karen down.

“Hazel is right Karen; you can use the money for whatever you want.” Carl agreed.

“That will help me get back on my feet.” Karen smiled.

“I don’t want you to worry about any of what I am about to tell you, because the police have been told, and they are going to be looking into it.” Carl said in a calming tone that only made Karen worry even more.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked nervously.

“My people found evidence that Brian was planning to sell you to someone out of the country, and that is why he was really looking for someone else.” Carl looked angry himself now.

“What if this person decides he still wants me as his slave?” Karen looked worried.

“The police have the person’s details and they have contacted their counterparts in that country so they can interview him. He would be a fool to come anywhere near you now the police know about him.” Carl said, sounding confidant Karen was going to be safe.

“Thank you for sorting all this out for me Carl.” Karen said as she took it all in. She had never given any thought to Brian selling her off to someone else. Karen was glad more than ever that she had rebelled and stopped him now.

“Any time Karen, I was glad I could help.” Carl said as he walked the two of them out.

“What do you want to do now?” Hazel asked as they walked back down the road towards the main shopping area.

“We’re going to do some shopping.” Karen grinned as she tapped her purse where the credit card was.

Hazel grinned back and the two of them were soon going in and out of shops and trying clothes on right left and centre. They had to take a couple of trips back to Hazel’s car to drop bags off before going back into other shops and starting all over again.

“I can’t believe how much stuff you brought.” Hazel said as the two of them stood looking in the trunk of Haze’s car once they were back at Mable’s

“We brought you mean.” Karen corrected her. “Half this stuff is yours remember.”

“You really didn’t need to buy me anything.” Hazel said feeling a little guilty for letting Karen spend so much money on her.

“I know that, but I wanted to, and I did earn all that money, so it’s nice to spend some of it on you.” Karen smiled as she took Hazel in her arms and kissed her.

“I love you.” Hazel said as she licked her lips and tasted Karen on them still.

“I love you.” Karen smiled back at her.

They both stepped apart when a van went past and the driver started pippin them while another person hung their head out the passenger side window telling them to get a room.

“I think we better take this inside.” Hazel blushed.

They were soon collapsing on Karen’s bed with carrier bags full of clothes scattered around on the floor. Hazel rolled onto her side and started to kiss Karen, and Karen started kissing her back and things went from there, and before Hazel knew it, Karen was down between her knees bringing her to one of the best orgasms Hazel had ever had.

“That was amazing.” Hazel said once she was able to speak again. “Where did you learn to do that?” She asked breathlessly.

“I had a lot of teachers and practice.” Karen said, but wouldn’t go into details, and Hazel knew why and didn’t push her.

“Well you’re all mine now, and I won’t be sharing you with anyone.” Hazel said just before she leaned in and started kissing Karen. “I wish I could return the favour somehow.” Hazel pouted.

“You will one day, but for now I am happy to keep you happy.” Karen grinned between kisses.

The two of them curled up under the covers and must have fallen asleep because the next thing they knew, Mable was knocking on the door to say Dinner was ready.

“I’m sorry Mable, we must have fallen asleep.” Karen said when she answered the door.

“I gather you had, well get yourself sorted out and then the two of you can come down for some dinner.” Mable ordered. “I’ve made enough for Hazel to eat with us.” Mable added as she walked away.

“Looks like you’re joining us for dinner.” Karen grinned as she ran over and jumped on the bed next to Hazel.

They straightened out their clothes and brushed their hair before leaving Karen’s room and heading down to the dining room where the rest of the house were now sat around the table waiting for Karen and Hazel. Karen did the introductions and everyone said hello before they all started eating.

Hazel was a little nervous to begin with, but she soon relaxed and was pulled into several different conversations going on around the table, and by the end of the meal she felt like part of this new family Karen had found.

“Please feel free to join us anytime Hazel.” Mable said as she walked with her and Karen to the door once Hazel had grabbed her jacket and the shopping bags with her new articles of clothing in.

“Thank you for a wonderful meal, and I would love to join you all again.” Hazel smiled as she got a hug from Mable before she and Karen walked out to Hazel’s car.

“I hate this part of the day.” Karen pouted as she pulled Hazel closer by wrapping her arms around Hazel and then leaning in for a kiss, which Hazel returned.

“So do I, but we both have jobs to get to.” Hazel sighed. “But we will see each other again tomorrow I promise.”

“Okay...” Karen said, sounding like a child.

Hazel smiled just before stealing another kiss before she got in her car and drove away before she lost the battle she was having to take Karen back in the house so Karen could use that amazing tong of hers again on Hazel’s more private parts.

Karen went back into the house and set to work getting ready for another night serving drinks at the club. She found herself stood in front of the mirror again without any clothes on, and she found it hard to remember what she looked like as Kevin these days, as she looked at the large breasts she now had, and the tiny waist, thanks to years of being forced to wear a corset, and the hormones Brian had made her take too soften her skin while making her hips and backside get bigger. The only thing that looked out of place was the penis hanging down between her legs, and she pushed it between her legs and then closed them to keep it there before looking in the mirror again and see what she would look like without it. Just as she had known for some time, she looked like a female from head to toe, and she knew that getting rid of the final peace of Kevin was the only way she would be happy.

To Be Continued.

Tales from the Closet book 01 Candy Cane Part 3 of 3

Author:

Sara UK

Audience Rating:

Adult Oriented (r21/a)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transgender

Character Age:

College / Twenties

TG Themes:

Caught with Consequences

TG Elements:

CAUTION

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Tales from the Closet One: Candy Cane

Chapter Four: Family.

It had been a couple of months now since Karen had been freed from her slavery and things were going pretty well for her. She’d had a clean bill of health from Dr Walker, but she was given a stern telling off when Dr Walker found out Karen was now in a relationship.

“You should have waited for the test results to come back Karen.” Prudence had snapped at her. “You had no idea if you were clean and healthy with what you were put through.” She went on to explain.

Karen had been upset with herself for days after that, but Hazel finally made her get over it and Karen was soon using her amazing tong to bring Hazel to a number of earth shattering orgasms.

“That was amazing my pet.” Hazel said one afternoon as the two of them lay cuddled up together in Karen’s bed. Hazel suddenly looked worried when she felt Karen go stiff just before she started to shake in Hazel’s arms. “What’s wrong Kaz?”

“Please don’t call me that.” Karen said in a shaky voice. “He used to call me his pet all the time, so please don’t ever call me that.” Karen buried her face in Hazel’s chest as she started to sob.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” Hazel said as she pulled Karen closer while she let her cry herself to sleep.

Hazel had gotten use to these little outbursts from Karen every now and then as she learned the things Karen didn’t like to do, or the things Karen didn’t like to hear anyone say to her. Karen was normally fine when she woke after one of these sessions, and Hazel never brought them up again once she knew what not to do or say.

*****

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hazel said one afternoon while they were sat in the park enjoying the sunshine.

Karen had taken to spending a lot of time outdoors enjoying the sun, and the rain as it turned out. After not getting out much over the past six years, Karen was making up for lost time Hazel thought, and she was happy to keep Karen company while she did.

“I’m thinking that I should make contact with my family and let them know I am still alive, well kind of.” Karen chuckled as she looked at her long pink finger nails and her legs sticking out from under the pale blue dress she was wearing today.

“Maybe it would be best if you called them first, and explained everything to them.” Hazel advised.

“Normally I would agree, but they would never see me if I told them about this over the phone.” Karen sighed.

“Do you really think it’s going to be that bad?” Hazel asked with a pained look.

“No, it will be far worse.” Karen admitted. “But it has to be done face to face, but I will call and let them know I am alive, and I will be going to see them.”

“We’ll be going to see them.” Hazel corrected her. “I’m not letting them attack you on your own, and I can always arrest them for you.” Hazel added with a grin.

“I’m not sure that’s going to help matters.” Karen pointed out. “The arresting them part, I would love it if you would come with me to see them.” Karen added when she saw the hurt look on Hazel’s face.

Thanks to some help from Carl, Karen was now sat in the dining room at Mable’s while she looked at all the contact information for her parents and her sister Kimberly. All Karen needed now was the back bone to make the call to her parents, but she hadn’t found it in the past thirty minutes.

Taking a deep breath she finally punched in the number and then waited for someone to answer on the other end.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Kane residence.” A posh sounding female voice said on the other end of the line.

Karen thought it was like stepping back to a time before any of her nightmares began as she heard her mother’s voice on the other end of the line. “Hi mum.” Karen said as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Kimberly...?” Her mum asked.

“No mum, it’s me, Kevin.” Karen said as she tried to make her voice sound more male, which she found hard to do thanks to Brian having her throat operated on to make it sound more female.

“Kevin...!” Her mother shouted down the phone with shock in her voice. “Where have you been all this time, and why does your voice sound so funny?” she asked sounding excited to be hearing from her son.

“I’ll explain it all to you when I come up to see you in a couple of days, if that’s alright?” Karen asked in a gruff sounding voice which sounded weird to Karen, never mind what her mother was thinking.

“Of cause it’s okay you silly billy.” Kevin’s mother scolded her over the phone.

“I’ll see you in a couple of days then.” Karen frowned.

Kevin’s mother tried to get more of a conversation out of Karen, but she said she had to get to work so she could end the call without saying much more.

*****

“I’m not sure this was such a good idea now.” Karen said as she sat in Hazel’s car parked up outside her parent’s house. “Maybe telling them over the phone would be a better idea.”

“You’ve come all this way, so you might as well get it over with.” Hazel said as she got out the car and walked round to Karen’s side and opened the door.

Karen looked up at Hazel with pleading in her eyes, but Hazel just took hold of Karen’s hand and pulled her from the car. Hazel then slipped her arm through Karen’s and marched her down the path to her parent’s front door and rang the bell before Karen could think of anymore reasons not to do this.

The front door opened and Karen found her mother stood on the other side smiling at them while she waited to find out what they wanted.

“Mum...” Was all Karen could think to say at that very moment.

Karen’s mother just stood looking puzzled for a couple of seconds before she looked more closely at the woman that had just called her mum, and then a look of shock spread across her face as she realised who this woman was. “Kevin?” She asked.

“Yes mum, it’s me.” Karen sounded nervous.

“You better come in and explain all this.” Her mother said as she stepped aside and let Karen and Hazel enter the house.

Once Karen’s mother had closed the door, she led them into the living room where Karen saw her father sat watching TV and reading the paper at the same time.

“Who’s this?” Karen’s father asked when he saw Karen and Hazel following his wife into the living room.

“This is, or was our son.” Karen’s mother said as she sat down and waited for her husband’s reaction to this news.

The man just sat looking at his wife and then the two girls before looking at his wife again. In the end he got to his feet and stepped closer to get a better look at each girl.

“Hi dad.” Karen finally said when she saw that her dad was about to blow a fuse from trying to work out whether or not his wife was just playing some sort of weird joke on him.

He took a closer look at Karen now she had spoken and called him dad, and he suddenly had the same shocked look on his face as his wife. He fell back down into his seat as he looked Karen up and down.

“Kevin?” He finally asked like he still didn’t believe it.

“No, it’s Karen now, but yes it’s me dad.” Karen said as she helped Hazel take a seat before she sat down herself.

“What happened to you?” her mother asked after looking Karen up and down herself for some time.

Karen started to explain about being kept as a prisoner for the past six years while some psycho slowly turned their son into what they were now seeing. Karen glossed over most of the bondage torture for the time being while she let her parents get use to the fact their son was now another daughter.

“Can’t you just stop dressing like this now then?” Her father asked once Karen had finished explaining what had happened to her.

“None of this is padding or pretend dad.” Karen sounded frustrated. “These things are real, as is all this.” Karen added as she stood up and turned around so her backside was in her father’s face while she slapped a hand on each one of her but cheeks and gave them a little shake before turning back around and sitting down again.

“How could you let someone do all this to you?” Her father asked like he hadn’t listened to a single word Karen had just said.

“I didn’t have much of a choice...!” Karen snapped. “I was tortured until I did as I was told.” Karen said slowly like she was talking to a small child.

“You always have a choice.” Her father said gruffly, sounding like a man’s man.

“Try living through what I did, and see if you can still say the same thing.” Karen snapped.

“I’m not going to put up with this.” Her father suddenly snapped. “You either go back to dressing like our son, or you can get out and never come back!”

Karen looked at her mother to see if she felt the same way, and all she saw was shame in her mother’s eyes. Karen got to her feet and helped Hazel to stand before the two of them left the house and got back in the car.

“Are you okay babe?” Hazel asked once they were in the car.

“I’m fine, let’s just get away from here.” Karen sighed as she let her head fall back onto the headrest.

They drove in silence for some time before Karen spoke again. “That was about what I expected from them. Now you can see why I wanted to do it face to face.”

“Your parents are a lot like mine.” Hazel frowned. “My parents kicked me out when I told them I liked girls over boys.” She added with a grin.

“Do you not speak to them anymore then?” Karen asked.

Hazel had never spoken about her parent’s before, and Karen thought it was nice to finally be hearing something about Hazel rather than them always talking about her.

“No, my dad got me transferred to a different area so he wouldn’t have to see me at work.” Hazel said angrily.

“So your dad is in the police force as well?” Karen asked, shocked to find this out.

“Yes, he is, but he never wanted me to join. I should stay at home and find a good man so I can give him plenty of grandchildren.” Hazel said the last part in a deep voice trying to sound like her father.

“So you don’t think he would be happy to see you with me then?” Karen smirked.

“Not for a single second.” Hazel giggled.

“I hope that’s not the main reason for you being with me?” Karen looked a little worried now.

Karen got her answer by Hazel pulling over to the side of the road and slamming on the brakes, forcing other motorists to use their horns as they went past her.

“After all this time, do you really think me to be that shallow...!” Hazel snapped.

Karen slid further away from Hazel and started shaking, as she still withdrew into herself when people shouted at her. “Sorry Mistress.” Karen said in reflex as she looked down at her lap to scared to make eye contact with Hazel.

Hazel let out a sigh as she realised she had scared Karen into playing the slave like she tended to do when someone shouted at her.

“I’m sorry Kaz.” Hazel said as she hooked a finger under Karen’s chin and made her look up into Hazels smiling face. “I love you because of you, not to get back at my father.” Hazel smiled, “That’s just a bonus.” She laughed, which also made Karen laugh with her. “There’s the girl I love.” Hazel said as she leaned over and stole a kiss.

“Sorry about that.” Karen said once they were driving again. “You must be getting sick of me doing weird stuff like that.”

“I don’t mind.” Hazel made it sound like Karen’s little moments of weirdness were nothing to worry about. “You’re just a work in progress.” Hazel added as she reached over and took hold of Karen’s hand.

Karen relaxed as she enjoyed the feel of Hazel’s hand wrapped around hers while they sang along to some old song on the radio.

*****

Karen had told Becky how badly things had gone for her when she finally let her mum and dad find out about what had happened, and Becky had given her a hug saying that she had a new family to rely on now, which did cheer Karen up a little.

It had been a couple of weeks since Karen had been to see her parent’s, and she was over them by now, and just focusing on her new life with Hazel whom she was waiting for on this Tuesday morning when the doorbell rang and Karen opened the door expecting it to be Hazel, but was shocked to see her sister stood there looking at her.

“Kimberly?” Karen blurted out.

“Kevin? I mean Karen.” Kimberly corrected herself with a pained look on her face.

“Yes, it’s me, but what are you doing here?” Karen was still shocked to see her sister stood on Mable’s doorstep.

“I wanted to come and see my new sister.” Kimberly smiled. “Well aren’t you going to invite me in?” She asked.

“I’m sorry sis, please come in.” Karen said as she shook her head and stepped aside to let Kimberly into the house and then lead her through to the dining room so they could sit and talk. “Would you like a drink?” Karen asked.

“Not at the minute, I would just like to sit and talk for a while if you don’t mind?” Kimberly asked.

“Sure, but I guess mum and dad have already told you most of it.” Karen said as she looked down at herself, or her large breasts and her knees.

“They told me some of it, but I wanted to get the whole story from you.” Kimberly said looking worried. “I got the feeling you didn’t tell our parent’s everything.” Kimberly frowned.

“Don’t you mean your parent’s? They disowned me the other week.” Karen grumbled.

“I heard what they did, and I had a go at them for it as well.” Kimberly sounded angry with her parents for this.

“You were mad with them?” Karen looked shocked. “Why would you stick up for me over your parent’s?”

“I know we never really got on as kids’ sis, but that doesn’t mean I am going to just turn my back on you now, when you could use all the friends and family you can.” Kimberly said sounding a little hurt.

“I’m sorry Kimberly, but I’m still trying to deal with who I can and can’t trust.” Karen sighed.

“So spill the whole story and don’t leave anything out.” Kimberly said as she sat back ready to hear what her new sister had to say.

Karen was just about to start when she heard the door bell and remembered that Hazel was coming around to see her. “That will be Hazel, just give me a second and I will tell you everything.” Karen promised as she jumped up and ran off to get the door.

“Hi Kaz.” Hazel grinned as she stepped into the house before wrapping her arms around Karen and giving her a kiss.

“Hi babe.” Karen purred when they broke the kiss. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Karen grinned as she led Hazel into the dining room where she had left Kimberly sat at the dining table. “I’d like you to meet my sister Kimberly, and Kimberly this is my girlfriend Hazel.”

“Your sister?” Hazel looked a little worried, as she could remember how depressed Karen had been just after the meeting with her parent’s.

“Your girlfriend?” Kimberly asked with a raised eyebrow. “Easy tiger, I’m not here to hurt my sis.” Kimberly added when she saw how protective Hazel was towards Karen.

“That sounds so cool.” Karen grinned as she referred to the fact Kimberly kept call her ‘sis’.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little hard towards you, but your parents weren’t very nice towards Karen, and I don’t want to see her hurt any more than is needed.” Hazel said as she let Karen seat her at the table before taking her seat again.

“I’m just here to find out what happened for myself, and let my sister know that I still want to be part of her life.” Kimberly smiled over just how protective Hazel was.

Karen started telling her story, but this time she told Kimberly everything she could remember, and by the time Karen got to the point where she first met Hazel, Kimberly was wiping her eyes.

“She hit you? And you fell in love with her for that?” Kimberly looked confused.

“It was a little later that I found myself wanting your sister, but it did start with her hitting me, but I was trying to handcuff her at the time, and given the story she’s just told you. I can’t blame her for lashing out.” Hazel said as she took hold of Karen’s hand.

“I must admit sis, you do look amazing, if not a little top heavy there.” Kimberly said as she pointed at Karen’s chest. “I’m just sorry I never tried looking for you when you went missing, but mum and dad got an email saying you couldn’t cope with college, and you were off to see the world.” Kimberly explained.

“That was all Brian’s doing.” Karen shuddered at his very name. “He already had me locked up in his dungeon by then.”

“He paid for all this work to be done to you?” Kimberly asked.

“He paid for some, traded other bits as far as I know, but he kept me drugged most the time, so I just did what he wanted.” Karen shrugged. “If he hadn’t been foolish enough to get me the job at the club, and then stop giving me the drugs keeping me more docile. I would still be under his control.”

“Don’t go down that dark road again baby.” Hazel warned as she saw the look in Karen’s eyes change like they did when she started to relive parts of her past six years.

“What do you mean when you say he traded you?” Kimberly looked worried now as to what she was about to find out.

“I was a sex slave, so he loaned me out to clients so they could get off doing all their kinky shit with me, and they either paid him, or if they were surgeons, then he got some work done, like my boobs, and my voice.”

“That’s your real voice then, not just you altering it?” Kimberly had no idea people could get that sort of thing done. “And you were forced to have sex with anyone with the right amount of money?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell your Parent’s that I was repeatedly raped for six years.” Karen said in a dead tone of voice.

“They are still your parent’s too sis.” Kimberly argued. “What about your health, are you...?”

“I have a clean bill of health sis.” Karen smiled at the worry in her sister’s eyes.

Karen was shocked when Kimberly got up from the table and then pulled Karen up out of her chair before wrapping her arms around Karen and started to sob. “I don’t want us to fight anymore, and I want to be a bigger part of your life as well.” Kimberly snuffled on her sister’s shoulder.

“Hazel and I were going into the city to do some shopping, if you want to join us that would be great.” Karen looked hopeful as she broke the hug and looked Kimberly in the eyes.

“I’d love to join you, if that’s alright with your girlfriend.” Kimberly said in a teasing tone which made Karen blush.

“Shut up sis...” Karen whined.

“I’d love for you to join us Kimberly.” Hazel smiled when she saw a new side to Karen she hadn’t seen before as she let her sister tease her playfully.

They took Hazel’s car into the city because Hazel knew her way around and where the best places to park were. Karen spoke more about her past six years and the fact Brian had turned her suffering into a business which she was now enjoying the profits from as well as the wages she got from the club where she worked.

“How did he turn it into a business?” Kimberly asked.

“He started a web site while we were back in college charting the changes in me, and then it got more serious when he locked me up and took it even further by actually having surgery done to me and posting the images online so people could pay to be members.” Karen explained.

“Are you telling me that your last six years of hell are up on the net for anyone to see?” Kimberly looked shocked.

“Yes if they are willing to pay to see it.” Karen shrugged.

“Can’t you get it taken down?” Kimberly asked.

“Carl has a team of people trying to do just that, but without all the proper pass codes; they are having trouble with it all.” Karen frowned. “Carl was able to alter the price of being a member though, so there aren’t that many new members willing to pay the price.” Karen added with a grin.

“The last time I checked it, she wanted a thousand pounds for a month’s membership.” Hazel giggled.

“And you still have people paying that?” Kimberly asked with her mouth hanging open.

“Candy Cane was a very much sort after fetish she-male model.” Karen said looking proud of herself before she started giggling.

“She-male?” Kimberly looked confused having never heard this term before.

“A person that looks like a girl, but still has a little boy hidden away.” Karen explained.

“Oh I see.” Kimberly nodded. “If you still have that part, couldn’t you go back to living as a man then?” Kimberly asked.

“Not really an option with all the other surgery that was done to me and the flesh over my chest would never go back to looking the way it did before I had these puppies.” Karen said as she stuck her chest out. “And I kind of like being Karen.” She smiled as she looked at Hazel stood grinning next to her.

“As long as you’re happy sis, then I can live with who you’ve become.” Kimberly grinned when she saw how much her new sister and her girlfriend were in love with each other.
“Those are words I never thought I’d hear you say to me sis.” Karen said as she wiped away a tear before throwing her arms around Kimberly and hugging her.

The three of them spent the rest of the day shopping and having a laugh before they all went back to Mable’s so Kimberly could meet the new family she had found. Kimberly and Hazel were both invited to join them all for dinner, which turned out to be more of an order as Mable wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“How long will you be in town for Kimberly?” Mable asked while they ate.

“I was only planning on stopping the day and heading back tonight because I wasn’t sure how the meeting was going to go with Karen.” Kimberly started to explain. “I think I’ll find a hotel to book into though now, so I can spend a couple more days getting to know my new sister a little batter.” Kimberly added with a smile when she saw how happy this bit of news made Karen look.

“You can stop here for as long as you want, I have a couple of spare rooms.” Mable said. “I’ll get the bed made up for you after dinner.” She added.

Kimberly was about to argue she couldn’t put Mable out like that, but Karen cut her off. “I wouldn’t bother trying to argue with her sis, you won’t win.” Karen grinned as she looked at a smirking Mable.

“Thank you for letting me stop here Mable. How much will the room be?” Kimberly asked, taking Karen’s advice not to argue with Mable.

“Two hugs a day for your sister should cover it, but feel free to throw in an extra one here and there if you feel like it.” Mable smiled.

Kimberly was about to say that was silly, but Karen cut her off again. “You won’t win sis.” Karen giggled.

They finished the meal and Kimberly helped David to clear the table while Karen walked Hazel to the door so she could get back to her apartment at the police station barracks. Only police personnel were allowed in the barracks, so that is why Hazel always came to Mable’s.

“What do you think of my sister?” Karen asked as she gave Hazel a hug before she left for the night.

“I really like her, and I’m glad she’s not turned her back on you like your parents did.” Hazel said just before she stole a kiss. “I hope she’s up for some more shopping fun tomorrow, because today was a blast.” Hazel added just before steeling another kiss and making her way out to her car where she gave Karen one last wave before she left.

Karen went up to her room and got her things together ready for when Brad and Becky picked her up for work. She had offered to make her own way to the club, but Becky had said no way, as picking her up was on the way, and Brad wanted to keep an eye on Karen just in case anyone was out there trying to grab her.

“Do you think you might stop long enough to come to the club and see where I work?” Karen asked when she found Kimberly helping David wash the dishes in the kitchen.

“I’d love to, but I didn’t bring anything to wear on a night out.” Kimberly pouted.

“Take a look through my stuff later, I’m sure you’ll find something to wear, and failing that we can look for something tomorrow.” Karen grinned.

“I never thought I would be looking through your stuff so I could find something for a night out clubbing.” Kimberly giggled.

“Up until earlier today, I never thought we would be speaking again, so I can live with that being weird for you.” Karen smiled.

Karen heard the door bell and she knew it would be Becky and Brad, so she ran over and gave Kimberly a quick hug before she ran off so she didn’t keep the two of them waiting.

“Hi Becky, Brad.” Karen said after jumping in the back of Brad’s car.

“You look super happy tonight.” Becky said with a raised eyebrow as she looked at Karen sat in the back seat behind Brad.

“I am because my sister turned up today, and I just spent the day letting her get to know me, and she is fine with who I am now.” Karen said, sounding more like a teenager than a grown woman.

“You should have called me Karan; you could have taken the night off to spend some time with her.” Becky complained.

“I’ll be spending the day with her tomorrow, and I am hoping to get her to the club tomorrow night if I can sort her out with something to wear.” Karen said waving off Becky’s worries.

“I’ll make sure she gets VIP treatment.” Becky promised, but Becky was already beginning to form a plan, and she planned to give Chrissy a call and see if she wanted to help make it work.

“You don’t need to Becky, but that would be amazing if you would. Thank you so much.” Karen said in a pleading tone to show just how grateful she was.

Once at the club Karen ran off to get ready and was soon helping the other girls serve tables and keep the customers happy, but she looked a little worried when she saw Becky and her wife walking towards her a couple of hours later.

“I need you to come with me.” Becky said as she slipped her arm through Karen’s and Chrissy did the same on the other side.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked worriedly.

“Nothing is wrong Karen; we just need your help with something up in the VIP section.” Becky smiled to let Karen know she wasn’t in any trouble.

Karen was soon up in the VIP section where she saw Carla stood with a tall redhead and another woman who was looking around like this was her first time here. Karen’s mouth fell open when she saw the woman’s face and realised it was Kimberly.

“Kim...!” Karen shouted as she came to a sudden stop next to where her sister was stood.

“Hi sis...! Wow, you look so cute in that little uniform.” Kimberly gushed as she looked her sister up and down.

“Look at you.” Karen argued. “Where did you find that dress, and your makeup looks amazing.” Karen said as she looked her sister up and down.

“I was sat having a cup of tea with Mable when these two burst into the house like a couple of extra’s from a ZZ Top video and started turning me into this beautiful creature you see before you. Kimberly pointed at Becky’s wife Chrissy and another woman who Karen found out was Chrissy’s sister who was called Amy.

Karen wanted to ask more questions, but she was soon being taken into the back office by Chrissy and Amy so they could do a makeover on her that would match her sister’s.

“Don’t worry Karen, we won’t hurt you.” Chrissy smiled as she started to undress Karen while Amy sorted out a case full of makeup and the dress Karen would be wearing this evening.

Karen had been dressed by loads of different people, and she had always hated it, but for some reason she didn’t feel that way around these two women. Karen just did as she was told as she let Chrissy take off the uniform and place it on one of the sofa’s in the room.

“Where did you buy your underwear?” Chrissy asked when she saw what Karen was wearing under her uniform.

“One of the chain stores in the city.” Karen said as she tried to work out what was wrong with her panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra due to the corset she wore for working in.

“Don’t tell me you actually gave someone money for those things?” Chrissy looked mortified.

“Yes I did.” Karen mumbled like she was in trouble.

“We’ve got to get Becky or someone to bring you over to the shop so we can get you into some proper underwear.” Chrissy said with a look of horror.

Karen couldn’t help bit giggle when she saw the way Chrissy was acting over her underwear. Karen was now stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her Panties with an arm across her chest trying to hide her breasts, but they were a little too large for her to hide with just one arm.

“She needs to lose those panties sis.” Amy said as she pointed at Karen’s groin. “They are going to spoil the line of the dress.”

“Very true,” Chrissy said as she tapped a finger on her lip while looking deep in thought. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Chrissy said just before she left the room. Chrissy was soon back with a new pair of panties in her hand for Karen to put on.

“Where did you get those?” Karen looked confused as to where Chrissy could get a new pair of panties from on such short notice. Karen had a vision of Chrissy mugging a customer and stealing their underwear.

“Don’t worry their new.” Chrissy said as she stood waiting for Karen to take off the pair of panties she was wearing at the minute. “The club keeps a stock of gaffs for the staff to use when they are needed, so I just took a pair.”

“I think you both should turn around, or leave while I do this.” Karen sounded worried. “I’m not like normal girls.” Karen tried to warn them before they saw her penis and ran off screaming.

“We know all about you Karen and you don’t have anything we haven’t seen before.” Chrissy said as she waved off Karen’s worries.

“We were once just like you.” Amy smiled.

“You were both born different?” Karen looked a little shocked to find this out. “But you both look so beautiful.”

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Amy asked. “You look pretty hot yourself sister.”

“I never asked for any of this though, not like you two did.” Karen said sounding a little bitter.

“That maybe so, but you seem to be making the most of it from what Becky tells us.” Chrissy grinned. “How is Hazel?” Chrissy asked.

“She’s amazing.” Karen blushed.

Karen was soon taking off her panties and then putting on the new pair which fit her much better and hid the small bulge between her legs. Karen then let Chrissy slip a little black silk dress over her head and pulled it down over her body. Amy grabbed a pair of pumps in black and she helped Karen slip them on while Chrissy started work on Karen’s makeup.

“You have very beautiful skin Karen.” Chrissy complemented her as she worked her magic.

“I was forced to look after it as it was my money earner most the time.” Karen explained as she relaxed and let Chrissy work on her.

“That’s a good thing because you need very little makeup.” Chrissy praised her.

Chrissy was soon saying she was done and then Chrissy and Amy helped her to stand on the four-inch heels and let her take a look in the long mirror on the back of the door in the office.

“Wow, I look amazing.” Karen grinned as she turned from side to side in the little black dress that only just covered her breasts up to the nipple and covered her round plump ass.

“Your legs look stunning in that dress.” Amy admitted sounding a little jealous.

“Thanks Amy, but you don’t look to bad yourself.” Karen returned the compliment.

Chrissy and Amy led Karen back out into the VIP section and over to the sofas where Kimberly was sat talking with Carla and the tall redhead, who Karen later found out was Victor, or Vicky as she liked to be called when she was out and about.

“Wow sis.” Kimberly said when she saw Karen slink up the steps and sit down next to her. “I can’t believe you were ever my bother looking like that.” Kimberly said as she looked her new sister up and down.

“Thanks sis.” Karen smiled, taking it as a compliment like Kimberly had intended it.

Chrissy and Amy joined them for a drink, and Becky was soon sat on Chrissy’s Lap stealing kisses from each other.

Amy was soon jumping up and running off squealing when she saw a woman step up into the VIP section. They met in the middle of the room and were soon kissing each other like they were the only two people around.

“That’s Amber, she’s Amy’s wife.” Becky pointed out when she saw Karen and Kimberly watching the floor show.

“They must really love each other.” Kimberly said as she watched them kissing still. “Do they ever come up for air?” She asked.

“Only when they have to.” Chrissy giggled.

Karen and Kimberly were soon being dragged down onto the dance floor with Chrissy, Amy and Amber when a song came on they liked. Karen was a little nervous about trying to dance, but she was soon having fun, and she got stopped on the way back to the VIP section when Em’s, DD and Di saw Karen and what she was wearing. They loved the outfit, and they all greeted Kimberly with a hug before letting them make their way back up to the VIP section to get a drink.

They all hit the dance floor a couple more times and had some more drinks which meant Karen needed to go pee, so she split off from the others up in the VIP section and went to the restroom. Once she was done in the toilet, she washed her hands and then dried them using one of the hand dryers. She didn’t hear the two women come into the restroom behind her while she was drying her hands.

“Well, well, well. How is my sweet little candy cane doing these days?” A silky-smooth female voice asked as she placed her lips up against Karen’s ear.

Karen froze in fear as she knew that voice, and she didn’t like the woman it belonged to. The voice belonged to an evil Dom that had hired Candy for a whole week once and made her life a living hell for seven days straight. Karen had been forced into a cat suit complete with ears tail and paws for both hands and feet, she was then forced to eat real cat food and drink milk from bowls on the floor. Karen had also been tied up and hung from her feet for hours at a time while pleasuring both the mistress and her personal maid, who Karen realised, was also in the restroom with them.

“I’m not any bodies slave anymore.” Karen said as she tried to walk around the pair of them and leave the room.

“You will be whatever I want you to be my little kitty cat.” The Dom purred as she stepped in front of Karen to stop her leaving, while her maid stepped behind Karen and forced her wrists into a set of handcuffs. “You need your collar now.” The woman pouted as she was suddenly holding up a steel collar that she quickly closed around Karen’s neck with a click. “I was hoping to buy you from your master, but the bidding got to high, and then the sale stopped when your master was shot by the police, but I was lucky enough to track you down, and here we are.”

Karen was losing her battle with her fear as she tried not to look as terrified as she felt, but she couldn’t stop herself following the Dom and her maid out the rest room and through the VIP section, not until she saw Kimberly coming into view and she suddenly stopped walking, which made the Dom stop and turn to face Karen.

“Take these fucking cuffs and collar off me now.” Karen growled as she found some strength from deep down inside.

“You don’t tell me what to do slave, or I will gag that pretty little mouth of yours and then punish you until you can’t speak ever again.” The Dom said as she stepped in closer to Karen.

“It’s not my mouth you should be worried about.” Karen said just before she swung her head forward with as much force as she could and let her forehead make contact with the Dom’s nose. Karen was seeing stars, but she could still make out the woman’s nose had broken with a loud crack and her face was now covered in blood.

“You little fucking whore...” The Dom screamed as she tried to stop the blood gushing out her nose.

Karen’s vision cleared enough to see that the Dom had pulled a riding crop out her knee-high boots and was just about to take a swing at Karen’s face. Karen had no chance to protect herself with her hands still cuffed behind her back, so Karen just closed her eyes and prepared for the sharp sting of the crop to contact the side of the face. She heard a loud thwack, but the pain never came. Karen slowly opened one eye and saw a large hand just to the side of her face where the riding crop was going to hit, and she followed the hand up to a large muscled arm that led up to Brad’s beautiful face that looked ready to kill someone at that minute.

Brad snatched the crop out the woman’s hand and then snapped it in two before throwing it back in the woman’s face. “Take that fucking collar and those handcuffs off her before I snap your neck just like I did that crop.” Brad said as he got right in the woman’s face.

The Dom quickly looked at her maid and nodded for her to remove the collar and cuffs. The maid did as she was told and Brad snatched them off the maid and put the collar on the Dom, and then he used the handcuffs on both the Dom and the Maid.

Kimberly had run over when she saw Karen head butt the woman, and then she saw Brad block the riding crop that the woman swung at her sister’s head. “Are you alright sis?” Kimberly asked as she pulled Karen into a hug.

“No...! That bloody hurt.” Karen whined as she rubbed her forehead.

Kimberly was trying not to laugh as she watched Karen trying to rub the pain away from the head butt she’d just landed.

“It’s not funny.” Karen whined, but even she was trying not to laugh at it all.

“I want that woman arrest for assault.” The Dom said, sounding very nasally due to the broken nose she now had.

“I never saw her assault you Miss.” Brad said with a grin. “I did see you trip and face plant into the floor.” He added in a tone that said she didn’t stand a chance of finding anyone who would back up her story.

“I will get you for this you little bitch...!” The Dom snarled as she looked at Karen.

“If I wasn’t the manager of this club, I would smack you silly right now.” Becky snarled.

“It’s not my club.” A voice said from behind Becky as she saw a fist come flying past and make contact with the woman’s nose again, but this time the punch knocked the woman off her feet and flat on her back out for the count, taking the maid with her as they were still cuffed together.

Becky turned to see Kimberly with a face like thunder shaking her hand. “God that hurt.” She said with some pain in her voice as she kept shaking her hand hoping it would stop the pain.

Brad was soon placing an ice pack on the back of Kimberly’s hand while he used the back of it to cool the sting he had on his palm from where he stopped the crop from hitting Karen.

They were all sat on the sofas recovering from the excitement when they saw a couple of police officers enter the VIP section. Karen smiled when she saw that one of them was Hazel. She ran over to where Karen was and stopped when she saw what she was wearing, but she soon recovered and sat down in the empty spot next to Karen and pulled her into a hug that led to them kissing each other.

“I just knew it was going to be you in the middle of it all when I heard the call over the radio.” Hazel said between kisses.

“I’m fine, but I’m not sure we should be doing this now.” Karen warned as she saw Hazel’s partner looking at them with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t care.” Hazel said between kisses.

Becky and Brad distracted the other officer by giving a statement that explained the woman still looking dazed as she sat on the floor with a cloth over her nose, as she had tried to abduct Karen from the club, but she tripped and fell when Karen started to struggle.

The officer had a feeling it didn’t go down that way, but he also knew that he would never get to know the truth, and he didn’t really care just as long as he could get out of this weird looking place.

“Hazel had to leave, but she said she would come over to Mable’s when she finished work.

Karen was looking forward to that, but she wasn’t looking forward to explaining who that woman was and why she had been able to handcuff and collar Karen in the first place. Karen explained the story behind her being held captive for a week by that psycho bitch and her maid, and how she was planning to make Karen her full-time slave now she had found her in the restroom without a collar. Karen told them some of the things she was made to do, and everyone looked shocked, but none of them judged Karen on what she had to do to survive.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I keep causing, Becky.” Karen said as she hung her head in shame. “I’ll work out my notice and look for another job someplace else.” Karen added close to tears now because she loved working here at the club, but she couldn’t keep bringing her problems through the club doors.

“I don’t except it Karen, and we can cope with anything life has to throw at us, just as long as we do it together.” Becky said as she got nods from everyone sat around on the sofas.

“I think you make life a lot more exciting, so I vote for you to stay where I can keep an eye on you.” Brad grinned.

“Thanks for saving me back their Brad.” Karen found herself grinning at her protector, as she saw the deep red welt across the palm of Brad’s hand. She wondered just what sort of damage that would have done to her face had he not stopped it.

“Any time Kaz.” Brad smiled; using the nickname he had heard Hazel use earlier. Word soon got around the club and then everyone started calling Karen, Kaz.

Brad dropped Karen and Kimberly off at Mable’s, and Karen smiled when she saw Hazel get out her car, and then walk up to the house with the two sisters. Everyone was already in bed. So the three of them quietly made their way up stairs and parted ways at Karen’s bedroom door. Karen waited for Kimberly to walk down the hallway to the room Mable had let her use, so she knew where her sister would be sleeping. Karen waved to Kimberly just before Hazel pulled Karen into her room and Karen set to work on Hazel’s private parts with her tong.

*****

Karen was lying in bed smiling as she watched Hazel sleeping. Karen had had the best night’s sleep she could ever remember due to Hazel being cuddled up to her all night, and now Hazel was still asleep while Karen watched her.

“Hi sleepyhead.” Karen said when Hazel’s eyes finally fluttered open a little later.

“Hi.” Hazel smiled a sleepy smile as she slid closer and gave Karen a kiss as she enjoyed the company. “How did you sleep?” Hazel asked as she knew Karen normally had bad dreams.

“I slept really well, and I don’t remember having any bad dreams, which I am shocked about, given what happened at the club.” Karen said between kisses.

“Maybe I should stop more often.” Hazel purred.

“I would like that.” Karen agreed.

They were soon sharing a shower and Hazel got a morning wakeup call when Karen made her climax while in the shower together. Once they were both dressed they went down to find Kimberly already down there enjoying a cup of tea with Mable while she ate a slice of toast.

“Kimberly was just telling me about last night, are you alright?” Mable asked as she looked at Karen.

“My forehead is still a little sore, but well worth it.” Karen grinned.

“What did you do to your forehead?” Hazel asked.

“I may have head butted that woman last night.” Karen mumbled. “Then Kimberly punched her because Becky said she would like to, but couldn’t because she was the manager of the club.”

“I knew she didn’t fall over.” Hazel looked shocked, but glad that Karen found a way to work through her issues.
“Are you going to tell on us?” Karen pouted like a school child.

“No because the bitch was asking for it, and far worse.” Hazel grumbled. “She will get off with a fine anyway.” Hazel shrugged.

Karen and Hazel enjoyed a slice of toast and a cup of tea before the three of them left the house to enjoy another day of shopping. The day was cut short when Hazel got a call asking her to go into the police station because the chief wanted a word with her.

“Do you want us to come with you and wait?” Karen asked, sad that their day was being cut short.”

“No, this could take all afternoon, so I can drop you back at Mable’s if you want?” Hazel asked.

“No, I think we will carry on shopping, even though it won’t be as much fun without you.” Karen pouted.

“I’ll call you later before you go to work.” Hazel promised before she left them and went to the police station.

Karen had no idea she would become so close to her sister know she was a woman, or nearly a woman, but the two of them just clicked, and it was like they had always been sisters. Kimberly helped Karen pick out designs that looked good on her, and Karen did the same for her sister. Karen explained the reason for her being so good with fashion, and how she had been tort to be more feminine by women like the one Kimberly had met the night before at the club.

They flagged down a taxi later that afternoon and returned to Mable’s so they could help sort out dinner for the rest of the house hold. Karen was setting the table when she heard the doorbell, so she went to see who it was, and was shocked to see an upset Hazel stood there with tears running down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked as she led Hazel into the house and into the dining room where she Sat Hazel in a seat at the table.

“I’ve been suspended pending an investigation.” Hazel sobbed.

“What did they suspend you for?” Karen asked as she tried to hide the shock in her voice.

“The chief saw a video of me kissing you last night at the club, and he said that I shouldn’t have done such a thing while wearing the uniform.” Hazel hiccupped out. “I’m going to get fired over this, I just know it.”

“You don’t know that.” Karen made it sound like Hazel was being silly.

“My father will use this to finally get me kicked out of the force, trust me on that.” Hazel laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh.

“You still have me.” Karen said as she tried to cheer Hazel up, but not sure anything would do that at the minute.

“You’re the one good thing in my life at the minute.” Hazel smiled a real smile just before she pulled Karen closer for a kiss. “I was hoping for a favour from you?” Hazel asked when they stopped kissing.

“Anything, just name it.” Karen said as she waited for Hazel to ask.

“I was wondering if I might be able to stop here with you until I find out what my fate is going to be, as I can’t face going back to the barracks and looking at all those other officers looking at me like I have some sort of disease.”

“You can stop here as long as you need.” Karen smiled as she thought about cuddling up to Hazel every night.

“Don’t you think it best to ask Mable first?” Hazel asked.

“I can if you want, but you know as well as I do what she is going to say.” Karen smirked.

Mable wandered into the dining room from the kitchen just then and smiled when she saw Hazel, but she stopped smiling and rushed over when she saw that Hazel had been crying over something.

“What’s wrong my dear?” Mable asked as she sat the other side of Hazel to where Karen was sat.

Hazel explained what had happened and then she asked if she could stop there with Karen, and she offered to pay for room and board, which Mable waved off as being silly, and she could stop for as long as she wanted.

“Do you need to go and get some of your stuff from the barracks?” Karen asked.

“No, I have all my stuff in the car, as I was going to find a place to stop if Mable said no.” Hazel smiled.

Mable forced Hazel to join them for dinner, and Hazel was just picking at her food until Mable told her off, then she made more of an effort to clear her plate, and Hazel also managed some desert to go with it.

“I’ll give Becky a call and tell her I won’t be in tonight.” Karen said once they had Hazel’s things in her room.

“No you won’t, Becky and her family have been too good to you, and I will be fine here with Kimberly and Mable.” Hazel argued. “It will be nice finding out some more things about your past from your big sister.” Hazel added with a grin.

“I’m not sure what good that will do, as I’m not that boy anymore.” Karen frowned as she cupped her large breasts to prove her point.

“You are still you, even if the packaging is a lot prettier.” Hazel purred as she slinked across the room and wrapped her arms around Karen before leaning in for a kiss. Hazel then started kissing her way down Karen’s neck, then Karen’s left breast until she pulled down Karen’s t-shirt and bra cup so she could suck on Karen’s nipple.

Karen let out a gasp as a pleasant electric shock ran through her body. Hazel kept teasing Karen’s nipple for a couple of minutes before she did the same with Karen’s other breast and repeated the whole thing again. Karen was soon riding out some form of orgasm that she never realised she could have. Her penis never got hard, but she still felt an amazing feeling deep in her belly and she felt something leaking out her penis.

“What was that?” Karen sounded confused.

“We call it an orgasm.” Hazel smirked. “You’re not the only one good with her tong.” Hazel added, grinning this time.

“I need to get cleaned up.” Karen said as she screwed up her face due to the wet feeling in her panties.

Karen slid off the bed where they had ended up when Hazel started playing with Karen’s nipples, and she went into the bathroom with some clean underwear. Karen smiled when she remembered what Chrissy and Amy had said about her underwear the night before. Karen slipped out of her jeans and then slowly slipped down her damp panties so she could wipe up the small mess she found before slipping out of them and putting on the clean pair. Karen looked at the liquid she had produced, and she saw that it wasn’t quite sperm as it was clearer, and there was only a small amount of it, but Karen wondered what this meant for her in the long run. She decided to have a talk with Dr Walker about it at her next check-up.

“You okay?” Hazel looked worried when Karen walked into the room.

“I’m better than okay.” Karen smiled back as she felt like she was walking on a cloud. “That was amazing.” Karen sighed as she wrapped her arms around Hazel and kissed her. “How did you know that would work on me?” Karen asked.

“I didn’t until you let out that gasp when I first sucked on your nipple.” Hazel grinned at the memory. “I’ve had girlfriends in the past that would respond more to having their nipples played with than other parts of their body, and it looks like you are one of them.” Hazel proved her point by pinching one of Karen’s nipples and getting another gasp out of her.

“I hope you will do a lot more playing around with my nipples then.” Karen grinned.

“You can count on it baby.” Hazel grinned back.

Karen looked at the time and realised she needed to get her things together because Brad and Becky would be there any minute. Karen left the house with Hazel sat at the dining room table where Kimberly was telling them stories of Karen as a child, or more to the point Kevin, but Karen wasn’t bothered about that, she was just happy to see Hazel and Kimberly getting on so well together.

The club was busy and Karen didn’t have much time to think about anything as she was kept busy all night, and she was glad to get home and crawl into bed. She smiled as an arm draped over her just after she got in, and she was soon spooning with Hazel as she fell asleep wrapped in Hazel’s warm embrace.

It was a couple of days later that Hazel got a call from her father and she answered it. “Hello dad, I wondered how long it was going to be before I heard from you.” Hazel said in a board tone.

“I’m in the city and I want to see you today.” Her father barked down the phone.

“I can’t do today, I’m out shopping with my ‘GIRLFRIEND’” Hazel shouted down the phone at her father.

“I’ve been hearing all about that freak you’ve hooked up with.” Her father said with disgust in his voice for Karen.

“I’m hanging up now daddy.” Hazel said with venom in her voice as she punched the end call button on her phone. “That man is such an asshole.” Hazel growled as she was tempted to throw her phone.

Karen raised an eyebrow and took Hazel’s phone off her before she did throw it at the ground. “I like to text you when I’m on my break at the club.” Karen pointed out as her reason for saving the phone’s life.

“Sorry, but he called you a freak, and I got a little mad about it.” Hazel blushed.

“I am a freak, and proud of it.” Karen grinned.

“You are not a freak...!” Hazel snapped back.

“Freak is the new normal if you ask me.” Karen said as she tried to fight off the slap attack coming from Hazel now.

“You’ve always been a freak baby sister.” Kimberly grinned.

Kimberly was still stopping at Mable’s, and she had no plans to head back home anytime soon due to her being between jobs at the minute, and she was seriously thinking of moving down to London, so she could be closer to Karen and Hazel.

Hazel’s phone kept ringing on and off all day, but whenever she saw it was her father or mother, she hit the cancel call button and put the phone back in her pocket.

Karen was waiting for Brad and Becky to pick her up later that night when the doorbell rang and Karen answered it expecting to see Becky, but it was a couple of police officers.

“Hello, miss, can we please speak with a Miss Candy Cane.” One of the officers asked after looking on a piece of paper in his hand.

“That would be me, but I don’t use that name anymore, it’s Karen Kane.” She corrected the officer.

“Well Miss Kane, we have a warrant for your arrest, so if you would please turn around and place your hands behind your back.” The officer said as he pulled out his cuffs and stepped towards Karen.

“No, no, get away from me with those things.” Karen screamed when she saw the cuffs.

Karen was face down on the hallway floor with the two officers cuffing her hands behind her back when Hazel, Kimberly and Mable came running around the corner.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hazel screamed as she went to pull one of the officers off Karen, but Kimberly pulled her back before she could.

“Don’t be foolish Hazel; you will just get yourself arrest as well.” Kimberly said as she wrapped her arms around Hazel while she fought to get loose.

“What’s going on here?” Victor asked as he and Jenna came out of the living room where they had been watching TV.

“We have a warrant for this woman’s arrest, and now we will be adding resisting arrest to the charges.” One of the officers said sounding out of breath as he got to his feet and pulled a still struggling Karen to her feet before turning and walking out of the house towards their police car.

“What are the charges?” Victor asked as he followed the officer’s out.

“Prostitution, assault, and obtaining money under false pretences.” The office said as he pushed Karen into the back of the police car before slamming the door shut.

“Don’t worry Karen, we will get this sorted out...!” Victor shouted as the police car pulled away.

Hazel was still freaking out and being held by Kimberly when Victor walked back into the house and went to get his cell phone so he could call Carl.

“Hazel, you need to calm down.” Kimberly said. “Karen needs you to be calm and in control right now, if we are going to help her.”

“Carl is going to meet us at the station, as well as some of his lawyers.” Victor said as he was putting on his jacket and pulling out his car keys.

Hazel and Kimberly were quickly following Victor out to his car so they could all go and help Karen. Carl was waiting for them when they got to the police station, as were four men in very expensive looking suits, who Hazel took to be the lawyers Victor had mentioned.

“Don’t worry Hazel, Kimberly; we will get this sorted out.” Carl said as he gave each woman a quick hug before they all entered the station.

Hazel and Kimberly let Carl’s lawyers do all the talking while they waited to find out just what had happened. It was some time before the lawyers returned and spoke with Carl off to one side. Carl didn’t look happy when he made his way over to Hazel and Kimberly.

“We can’t get her released tonight, but my team have all the information now and they will be looking into it tonight, so we can get Karen out on bail tomorrow.” Carl promised. “It’s all got something to do with that woman from the club last night.” Carl frowned. “For some reason she has suddenly decided to try pressing charges while also making a load of stuff up about Karen approaching her and selling her services.” Carl shrugged.

Karen had been booked and then placed in a cell. They had taken the cuffs off, but Karen was still freaking out over being locking in a small room. She crawled into a corner on the bed and pulled her knees up under her chin and spent the rest of the night sat there rocking back and forth while she withdraw into herself like she did when Brian or the other people tied her up.

Hazel and Kimberly were doing pretty much the same thing back at Mable’s as they watched the hours tick by while they waited for Carl to return so they could go and get Karen out of Jail.

Carl arrived at Mable’s just before eight the next morning, and he was smiling, which Hazel and Kimberly took to be a good thing. “My team worked all night and finally found out what was going on.” Carl started to explain once they were in Victor’s car and heading over to the police station where Karen was being held. “This is all to do with your father Hazel.” Carl added.

“My father...!” Hazel sounded both angry and shocked.

“Yes, he spoke with this Miss Holly Granger yesterday and talked her into pressing charges against Karen to get her away from you, and he also talking her into saying that Karen approached her asking for money and then she was attacked after Karen was paid.” Carl sounded angry now himself.

“But that is all a lie.” Hazel pleaded.

“We know that, and the police will now because I had a word with this Miss Granger and warned her what I was willing to do if she didn’t go to the police and tell the truth.” Carl grinned an evil grin as he looked over his shoulder at Hazel and Kimberly. “It seems she had a break in last night, and a large number of home videos were stolen, that Miss Granger doesn’t want the world to see.”

“Remind me never to get on your bad side.” Hazel sounded nervous.

“I want to ask you something, and I will do things another way if you don’t want me going at your father directly.” Carl asked.

“You can bury the bastard for all I care.” Hazel growled.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Carl grinned again. “I need you to meet with your father and try to get him on tape admitting to setting Karen up.”

“With pleasure, but I want to get Karen out of jail first.” Hazel said.

“My lawyers should be taking care of that as we speak.” Carl said as he looked at his watch.

Victor was soon pulling into a parking space outside the police station, and Hazel jumped out the car, quickly followed by Kimberly when they saw Carl’s lawyers walking out the station with Karen walking just in front looking scared and a little spaced out. Hazel knew this is where Karen went when things got too much for her. Karen snapped out of it when she saw Hazel and Kimberly, and she broke down in sobs of tears as soon as they were all hugging each other.

Karen was put in the back of Victor’s car between Hazel and Kimberly, but Karen never spoke all the way back to Mable’s and she just went up to her room and curled up under the covers where she fell asleep.

“Has she said anything to you?” Kimberly asked when Hazel walking into the dining room where Mable was pouring them all a cup of tea out.”

“No, not a word, and I am worried she might have given up.” Hazel sounded worried over the way Karen was acting at the minute.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine once she’s had some sleep.” Kimberly said as she pulled Hazel down and wrapped her arms around Hazel and sighed.

“I hope you’re right Kimmie.” Hazel sighed herself.

“Are you ready to get things moving with your father?” Carl asked.

“You bet yu.” Hazel growled as she got her cell phone out and called her father’s number.

“Hello dear.” Her father said on the other end of the phone, sounding like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “I thought I might be hearing from you now that little freak is behind bars where he belongs.”

“What do you want daddy...?” Hazel asked with venom in her voice.

“You called me remember.” He replied.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Hazel growled down the phone.

“Dinner and a little chat.” He said smugly.

“Fine, you can treat me to a nice dinner at the Wayne Towers Hotel, I’m sure you can afford it.” Hazel snarled. “I’ll meet you tonight at eight.” Hazel said before ending the call.

“That was perfect Hazel.” Carl grinned at the fact the meeting would be taking place at Carl’s hotel where he could better control the surroundings. Carl then went on to explain what would happen and all hazel had to do was get him talking about his plans to set Karen up and what he had done so far.

“I’ll see you tonight at the hotel then.” Hazel said before she got up and went to check on Karen after agreeing to do what Carl wanted.

Karen was still asleep, and she only moved to go to the bathroom, then she would go back to bed and hide under the covers. This went on all day, and by the time Seven o’clock came around, Hazel wasn’t sure she wanted to leave Karen, but she needed to get the evidence they needed to clear Karen once and for all.

Hazel had opted for a simple evening dress to show her father that she could still look feminine when she chose too. Carl was stood at reception when Hazel arrived, so he walked her into the restaurant and played up his flirting so Hazel’s father wouldn’t think they were planning anything.

“This is my table, but thank you for the offer.” Hazel said when Carl stopped at the table her father was sat at.

“Maybe some other time then.” Carl looked sad as he helped Hazel take her seat before going to talk with some other guest’s.

“You see what happens when you dress like a girl?” Hazel’s father smiled. “He looked like quite the catch.” He added.

“He is also married, and happens to own this hotel.” Hazel pointed out. “I have no desire to become another notch on his bedpost.” Hazel huffed as she started looking through the menu for some of the most expensive items on it to order.

“Even a married man would be a step up from that freak you were seeing.” Her father grumbled.

“Don’t dare call her a freak, and I am still seeing her.” Hazel said through gritted teeth as she fought the urge to get up and leave.

“He will soon be in a male prison where I am sure he will be a big hit with all the other guys in there.” Her father looked smug over what he had done. “I’ve been reading how he likes having large things shoved up inside him.”

“I know you had something to do with Karen getting arrest on those made up charges.” Hazel said in an angry whisper. “What is it you hope to achieve by doing all this?” Hazel asked.

“I want you to stop fooling around and come back home. So you can settle down and find a good man to marry, so your mother can finally have some grandchildren to spoil.”

“You’re being serious, aren’t you?” Hazel laughed. “I’m a lesbian...! I don’t like men...!” Hazel shouted, hoping her father might understand her better if she did.

“Keep your voice down.” He growled as he looked around at some of the other people in the restaurant who were now looking at his table. “Yes I had everything to do with this Karen getting arrested, and I will do far worse if you don’t do as I want.”

“You can’t undo what you’ve already done daddy.” Hazel growled. “Karen has already been charged, you can’t just un-charge her.” Hazel snapped.

“I’m not the only one in the force sick of all these gays and Lesbo’s joining the force and spoiling its good name.” Her father blabbered on.

“All this coming from a man that has gotten people to lie, just so he can get a woman locked up, you’re the only one that should be kicked off the force.” Hazel huffed.

“That little queer belongs where he is.” He growled with pure hatred in his eyes.

“You don’t know yet do you?” Hazel looked smug as she asked this.

“I don’t know what?” Her father asked, losing some of his cocky attitude for a second.

“You don’t know that I pulled some strings and got Karen released without charge.” Hazel grinned. “I spoke with that bitch Karen head butted the other night, and she cracked under pressure and said she was lying, and you put her up to it.” Hazel edged her bets on her father wanting to gloat about having more irons in more fires, and he did.

“I knew that bitch was all talk.” Her father grumbled. “Some Dom she turned out to be.” He huffed. “I’m sure I can get him caught with some drugs on him, which will get him locked up for a long time.”

“Why don’t you just piss off and leave us alone.” Hazel was having trouble keeping her cool now.

“Come home and do what I want, and I will leave your friend alone.” Her father shrugged.

“You’re nothing but an asshole...!” Hazel spat out as she got up from the table when she saw Carl making his way back over with some very high-ranking police officers following.

“I trust you have everything you need to press charges against him?” Carl asked as he stood next to Hazel while some plain clothed officers pulled Hazel’s father from his seat and cuffed his hands behind his back.

“You can’t do this to me.” Hazel’s father barked out as he tried to get his hands out the cuffs. “That little fagot belongs in prison.” He added.

Hazel went to take a swing at her father, but Carl was quick to stop her before handing her over to Victor, so he could take her someplace else to calm down.

“I can’t believe that sexist asshole.” Hazel growled as she got loose from Victor’s grip once he had taken her to Carl’s office.

“He’s finished now Hazel, and he won’t be able to hurt Karen anymore.” Victor said as he kept removing breakable object from Hazel’s hands as she walked around the room looking for something to break.

“Please let me break something.” Hazel pleaded with Victor as he took yet another ornament off her.

“I know just what you need, follow me.” Victor smiled as he led Hazel out Carl’s office and down the hallway to a private gym where he and Carl worked out. “Take your jacket off and put these on.” Victor threw Hazel a pair of boxing gloves before he went and stood behind a punching bag.

Hazel grinned as she slipped the gloves on and then set to work punching the life out of the bag, while getting pointers from Victor on how to get the most impact out of a lighter punch. Hazel was having a blast as she pictured her father’s face in every spot on the bag where she landed a punch.

“Are you feeling better now?” Carl asked from the doorway where he had been leaning, as he watched Hazel vent her anger on something other than her father.

“Yes... I do.” Hazel panted as she took the gloved off and walked over to join Carl and Victor. “Sorry about almost blowing everything in there.” Hazel sighed.

“I wanted to punch him myself, so I can’t blame you for wanting a shot at him, but we got what we needed and Karen isn’t going to be charged with anything.” Carl smiled as he walked Hazel back to his office. “How was Karen when you left her?” Carl asked sounding worried.

“Not good, it’s like part of her has just shut down.” Hazel said worriedly.

“You just need to show her that life is going to be better for her from now on and she will slowly come back to you.” Carl promised.

Hazel hoped Carl was right as she drove back to Mable’s hoping to find Karen sat chatting with Kimberly, but sadly Karen was still hiding under the covers when Hazel entered their room. Hazel took her clothes off and took a quick shower to get rid of the dried sweat from her work out. Then she slipped on a night shirt and slid under the covers with Karen. Karen pulled away from Hazel to begin with when she tried to cuddle, but as time went on, Karen slowly slid back a little, and soon she was spooned right into Hazel’s front with her back.

*****

Karen didn’t leave her room for the next couple of days, and she didn’t eat, but Hazel was able to get her to drink little sips of water every now and then. Mable finally called Prudence to come and look at Karen because they were all worried about her health after two days of not eating.

“She’s withdrawn into a sub space.” Prudence explained. “I’ve read about this, but never seen anyone do it before now. It’s a place where a submissive goes when they are put into bondage for a long period of time.”

“But Kaz isn’t in bondage, so why has she gone into this sub space?” Hazel asked.

“I think the fear she felt when she was locked in that Cell the other night, forced her to try and cope with it, so she went to the one place she could feel safe.” Prudence made her best guess.

“How do we get her back out of it?” Hazel sounded worried.

“I’m not sure we can.” Prudence said honestly. “I’ve heard stories that some submissive’s never come out of these states once they get trapped in one.”

“There has to be something we can do.” Hazel pleaded.

“I’m shocked that Karen lasted six years of being forced and punished without this happening, but the one hope is the fact Karen is still getting up to use the bathroom, that means she is still in there someplace.” Prudence tried to give Hazel and Kimberly some hope, if it was only a little bit.

Prudence left and Hazel went back up to Karen’s room and slid under the covers where she burst out in sobs of tears as she cuddled up to the woman she loved.

*****

Karen was lying in bed looking at Hazel as she slept while she tried to work out why Hazel would want to be with her due to all the trouble Karen seemed to be. Karen wanted to giggle when she saw the little puddle of drool on the pillow under Hazel’s cheek. Not able to hold back any longer, Karen moved closer and started kissing Hazel, and she was soon rewarded with Hazel sleepily kissing her back.

“Hi...” Karen smiled when Haze; finally opened her eyes and smiled at Karen.

“Hi...” Hazel grinned back.

“Sorry for scaring you.” Karen said as she sat up and slid to the edge of the bed with her feet hanger over it while she looked down at her chest jiggling around like it had a mind of its own.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hazel sighed as she sat up and rested her head on Karen’s shoulder while letting out a sigh. “How are you feeling today?” Hazel asked as she tried to stay calm over the fact Karen was her old self and acting like the last couple of days never happened.

“A little better, but I don’t know if I’ll be leaving the house anytime soon.” Karen frowned. “I’m sick of being locked up and handcuffed.” She pouted.

“It’s not as bad as you make it sound, if you think about how much you’ve been locked up since you got free, compared to how many times you’ve been out having fun.” Hazel said as she tried to use maths to make Karen feel better.

“True, but it is still three times too many.” Karen pouted.

“Look on the plus side.” Hazel grinned. “If I hadn’t arrested you that night, we might never have met.”

“Why do you have to use logic as a weapon?” Karen whined.

“I’m sneaky like that.” Hazel giggled as she kissed Karen on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go find some food.” Hazel added as she stood up and then pulled Karen to her feet. Hazel was a little shocked to find it was nearly nine in the morning.

“That sounds like a great idea. I feel really hungry for some reason.” Karen frowned.

The two of them made their way down stairs and found Mable and Kimberly sat at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of tea, but Kimberly was quick to jump up and give her baby sister a hug, and then she gave Hazel one as well.

“Hi sis. It’s good to see you up and about, and I even see a smile.” Kimberly beamed as she looked at Karen stood with her arm wrapped around Hazel’s waist.

“Hi Kimmie.” Karen grinned. “Sorry about yesterday, but I was in a dark place after spending all night in a cell.” Karen shuddered.

“Don’t worry about that now; you’re home safe and sound.” Kimberly said looking serious as she looked at Hazel trying to work out why Karen had lost a couple of days. “And thanks to Hazel setting up a sting for her father, he won’t be trying anything else.” Kimberly added with a grin towards Hazel.

Hazel frowned at Kimberly for letting the cat out of the bag because she wasn’t going to say anything to Karen until she knew Karen was feeling much better, but Hazel could see from the look Karen was giving her now, that she would have to sit Karen down and explain what happened.

“You father set me up because he thought you would return home with him and find some guy to settle down with?” Karen asked when Hazel finished explaining what had happened the other night at the hotel, and how her father had gotten the Dom from the club to make up the charges against her.

“I’m not the sharpest knife in the draw and even I can see the floors in that plan.” Karen frowned. “How did Carl get that bitch to change her mind and tell the truth?” Karen asked.

“Carl said her house was broken into and her rather large collection of home movies was stolen.” Hazel grinned. “It seems she had something’s she didn’t want anyone seeing.” Hazel added.

Karen got the idea that Carl had found someone to steal all the woman’s home movies, and she wasn’t going to be getting them back until she came clean. “I’m glad Carl’s on my side.” Karen smiled. Hazel and Kimberly both agreed.

Later that morning Karen found herself being dragged from Mable’s house and being forced into the back of Hazel’s car, so the three of them could go over and see Chrissy and Amy at their lingerie store. Karen had tried several excuses to get out of leaving the house, but none had worked, and she was now sat in the back of Hazel’s car with Kimberly and Hazel in the front.

They had no problem finding the shop, and Karen had to giggle when she heard Chrissy and Amy squealing as they ran down the shop and both hugged her at the same time. Chrissy and Amy both grilled Karen for all the details of her getting arrested, and Karen found herself spilling it all while they looked around the shop and tried things on.

“Wow Kaz...” Hazel said when she saw Karen step out the changing room wearing a black corset, panties and stockings. Hazel wanted to take Karen right there and then because she had never seen Karen looking so sexy before. “Your waist looks so tiny in that thing.” Hazel said as she walked over to Karen and could almost make her fingers meet.

“I used to wear a corset almost all the time, but I am a little out of practice these days.” Karen admitted in a breathy tone as she struggled to get enough air into her lungs due to the tight lacing on the corset. “They did come in handy when Brian got mad with me though.” Karen added as she tapped on the corset to show how strong it was.

“He used to punch you in the stomach?” Kimberly looked shocked.

“Yes, all the time, but it didn’t hurt as much as I use to make out.” Karen smiled.

Karen spent a small fortune in Mystiques, but all three girls left with smiles on their faces as they thought about all the sexy new underwear they now had.

They stopped at a bar and had a drink and something to eat before heading back to Mable’s so Karen could get some sleep because she wanted to get back to work.

Karen was angry with Hazel and Kimberly later in the day when she found out it had been nearly three days, not just one, since she was released from the police station.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Hazel said in her own defence.

“I don’t remember any of it.” Karen sounded worried. “But I do remember hearing you crying for some reason.” Karen added as she tried to remember anything from her past three days.

“I was scared I’d lost you forever and it all got a little too much for me, so I cried myself to sleep last night.” Hazel said with some shame in her voice.

“I think it was hearing you crying that helped me to come back.” Karen smiled just before she started kissing Hazel, while Hazel started playing with Karen’s nipples.

Epilogue.

Life soon fell into a more normal pace and Karen didn’t have anyone else trying to handcuff her. And she had a wonderful group of friends helping her deal with anything that cropped up.

Hazel was offered her job back, but she turned it down saying she wanted to do something that meant she could stay close to Karen and help keep her safe. Hazel also wasn’t happy that her father had avoided doing any jail time due to him giving the names of the other officers on the force who were willing to help him frame Karen for other crimes. Her father was forced to retire, and neither he nor Hazel’s mother ever contacted Hazel again after what she did to get her father kicked off the force. Hazel’s job problem was solved one Saturday night when the club was heaving and Karen and another girl got in some trouble with a couple of very drunken men, and Hazel was there to sort it out. Word got back to Carl and Becky, and after that Hazel was part of the security team, but Hazel was dressed like one of the girls as she wandered around the club keeping an eye on everything. Nine times out of ten Hazel could sort out any trouble before it got to the point where someone was being dragged out by Brad and his team.

Kimberly never did leave to head home, other than to go and collect her stuff so she could move in to Mable’s and keep a close eye on her baby sister. Kimberly finally found a good job and met a nice guy who just so happened to be dressed as a nun while on a stag night out with some friends in The Closet.

Karen finally thought it was time to go under the knife, so she had a word with Dr Walker and she arranged all the details and Karen was finally going to be a woman from head to toe. Karen was sick of looking in the mirror and seeing the male part that kept reminding her of what she had been through and lost over those years she was locked up. She knew she could finally lay Candy to rest once her penis was removed. Karen was in a lot of pain and she hated the dilation she had to do every day, but she soon got used to it and her sex life with Hazel got a thousand times better.

The biggest shock Karen got was when she got back from a shopping trip and she found Kimberly sat in the dining room at Mable’s with their parents sat there chatting with Kimberly and Mable.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise your parents were here.” Karen said as she turned and went to leave the room having just referred to her not being any relation to the man and woman that she had once called her parent’s.

“Karen...?” Her father said, which made Karen stop dead in her tracks as she fought a battle with herself as to whether she should turn around, or just keep walking. Hazel was just stood looking at Karen’s parent’s and then back at Karen to see what she was going to do. Karen did finally turn to face her parents with tears in her eyes. “We’re sorry for how we acted on that day you first came to see us looking like this.” Her father started to explain.

“It was just so much you were expecting us to take in.” Her mother said taking over the conversation.

“I never asked for any of this, but it happened, and you two turned your backs on me when I needed you the most.” Karen said as she finally broke down. Karen got a shock when she suddenly found herself in the middle of a hug with both her parent’s. Karen finally let out over six years of pain and heartache as she felt like she belonged again, and all the pain she had lived though was worth it in the end because she had an amazing girlfriend, a wonderful sister and two parent’s that did still love her.

This is the end of the story, but the beginning of a new life for Karen and her family.

THE END (But keep a look out for more tales from The Closet.)