The star
By Julia
Pete was told that these people were going to help him get back on his feet. He was told there were great opportunities here. What he did know was that his wife Jackie had sold him, and that once he went there, he wasnt going to leave. He was going to be enslaved, abused and made into a porn star.
But He had no idea what he was walking into. Jackie, his wife set it all up and as usual, he did what she wanted. He never considered that she would do something this cruel. She was angry with him over something he never did. He was drugged when she came on to him. He was passed out. It did not matter, Jackie was very angry and said she was going to leave him if he didn’t do this little thing for her. Star in a few movies for this company, and she would forgive him and they could move on. So he went to this little place somewhere in Flander Europe. It was a tiny dilapidated old house with large warehouses around it. It was way off in the middle of no where. That should had been his first clue to leave. But he parked his car there, and went in. His wife sent him here by a fairy boat.
He arrived at the place. They knew his name and let him in. A woman introduced herself “Hi there, Pete. Your wife said you would be coming. You have been signed to star in eight new films for the next week. We will be doing four in the next two days. I am Milthilda, and I will be directing them for you. Our first film will be called the Bootlicking Slave girl and it will only be ten minutes long. It will only be the teaser for the longer ones we will do for you that will be on your new site that you will start in.
Pete shook his head helplessly.
” Milthilda said to him. “I have to prep the scene. I will leave you with George and Linda. They set up the costumes and makeup for the girls.
Two other middle aged attractive women arrived. One of them looked somewhat younger. Milithida told him, “This is Sharon and Lisa. They will be doing the scene with you. I have to go.
Linda seemed to be in charge of him. “Okay Pete until we can figure on a more feminine stage name for you. Now strip so I can see what we have to work with.”
Pete began stripping his clothes off in front of her. Sharon and Lisa were also stripping with him. Strangely, none of this seemed erotic at all.
He stripped down to his panties as Linda laughed. She watched and there seemed to be no sign of any budge or maleness at all as he pulled the panties down. She realized that the panties were heavily padded to hide his maleness. And what little was there was very easy concealed. There seemed to be no sign of any testicles. Linda saw that he pushed them into himself. Pete was a very pretty man. He looked very soft. His face was small, and shaped more like a womans. He didnt have a hard straight jaw at all. His jaw was more rounded and female. His shoulders were very narrow, his arms were lainky. His entire body was so lyth. He was meant for this. Even his eyes seemed larger than most mens, and there was no prominent ridge above his eye sockets. How could a man be this pretty, Linda thought. When he was made up, he woud look like a woman.
Sharon and Lisa were already getting themselves dressed. They were putting heavy leather corsets on eachother by that time. They were putting on other rubber ware. It was clear what their parts would be.
He watched as Linda made up Lisas face first. George helped. Lisa dusted on one powder after another on Lisas face. Then used the brushes to apply the lips and eyeshadow. He just watched as Lisas face was transformed into a goddess. She was beautiful already. She had black lips, dar shadow and long fethered lashes. Her cheekbones had hints of rose on them. Linda was an artest.
He heard someone approach from behind. Pete turned and saw that it was his wife come to gloat. “I woildn’t miss your first day as a star, did you think I wold?”
“Of course not,” Pete said acidly.
“I am here to support you and make sure you behave yourself appropriately. There’s no way I wold allow you to be on the set alone with these beautiful women.” Jackie said smirking.
It was Jackie that made him come to flanders. He felt tears gathering in his eyes.
“Don’t you start crying now,” Jackie said mockingly. “Save it for the leading lady. I am sure you will cry for her.”
“I cant help it, this is so humiliating.” Pete said. “Do I have to do this for you?” Pete said blubbering.
“This is your new career,” Jackie said. “You will be earring as much as I earn now. What is there to cry about” Pete wondered who this other man wearing a business suit behind his wife was. The man also seemed to be smirking.
Just then, the men began building the set that he would be staring in. They drug in large rugs, a few chairs and a table. Most ominously, he drug in a heavy bared metal cage into the room. It all looked like a well furnished room by the side of a kitchen.
Then Linda pointed to a chair and said, “Sit there girl.”
Pete sat in the chair under Linda and his wife Jackie. The two actresses began looking through the various customs deciding which would be the best for him. They were all for fetish suits for women to wear.
Linda shouted, “Stop moving or I will have you strapped in before the makeup.
Then Linda started dusting Pete’s face with brushes and spunges as she worked her magic on him. Within less than five minutes She had pete looking like a virginal angel of beauty. She had Pete powdered as she brushed color into his lips.
Jackie purssed her lips and said, “Great. Perfect, you will have to show Pete how you do that so he can always be beautiful.
Linda laughed and mentioned she didn’t do anything for free. Jackie offered to pay and it was agreed.
“You will have some uses finally, fagot,” Jackie said. “You will be earning more pocket money for us finally.”
Pete cursed the fates. If he wanted to be wealthy, he cold have been easy. He had no desire to be. He wasnt ambition and he thought he was doing a lot anyway. But Jackie wanted someone wealthy and ambitious. He wasn’t ambitious or wealthy enough for her.
Pete felt his arms pulled behind his back by Lisa and Sharon. Pete tried to turn but the click of cuffs on his wrists stopped brought him short. “Stay there,” Sharon said to him.
Hands closed on the collar of his neck and a buckle was pulled tight causing him to cough in reaction. A chain pulled his wrists up savagely. His wrists were to the point his fingertips were almost at the hard iron of his neck.
Then Sharon slapped him across the face. “This little girl has to get in the mood to play his part.”
Lisa held up some shoes for him. “The shoes and then he will be ready.”
He tried to stand, “No, please dont put those on me.” He was looking at a pair of stiletto boots. That earned him another hard slap from Sharon who then grabbed his chain and gently pulled it up. She showed him that she could easily dislocate his shoulders with the slightest pull.
“Thats better,” She whispered in his ear. “Your wife has gone though a lot of trouble to set up this shoot with Mr De Vele. Now hold up your feet so we can put these on you.”
Pete held up one of his feet and watched as Lisa pulled the boot on him. It felt so tiny his foot was crushed into the patent leather. It extended to the tip were metel enpointe plate gripped his toes. Lisa pulled on the laces and worked their way up crushing his entire foot. His feet were crushed and started feeling numb with the pressure. Pete cried out in pain and it only earned him another slap. “Don’t start crying girl. It will ruin your makeup.”
“Now all we have to do is your wig. What do you think, Jackie.”
“Pink to match his lips,” Jackie said and she put the pink wig on him.
Milthida approached. “Excellent. Jackie, who is this gentlemen?” The director asked.
“This is my boyfriend Ron.” She said feeling a trhill at saying that with Pete here who felt crushed.
“Good, we are about to start in a few minutes. Let me explain what we are about to do. The little film was going to be called the little boot licking slave girl. It will be a quick blow or two of the whip and we will start on the second one right after the first We will be working all night. The boss wants something something special for the new site to take off.
Peter had a bad feeling about this. He was sent to the center of the newly built set and stood there wondering what was going to happen to him. Peter didnt have to wait long.
He saw Garry fix the camera and the lighting. Milthilda made a few last minute adjustments to the lighting. The lights came on the poor helpless man standing in the center of the room with a look of fright on his face. Jackie and Allen could see what was being recorded.
Milthilda motioned with her hands for Sharon and Lisa to begin the quick scene.
They marched up to Peter with cruel scows on on their faces. Lisa grabbed him toughly and threw him down to the ground. Pain shot though his thighs and on his shoulders when he landed right on his back. Sharon and Lisa looked down sneering. Lisa demanded, “What are you doing out of your cell you bitch!”
Peter begged knowing It was no use. “Please,” He cried. “Let me go, I don’t want to do this anymore!”
Sharon knelt down staring directly into Peters eyes. She put a hand on the back of her kneck as he looked back, begging.
“For leaving your Cell without permission. That will be five strokes. For speaking without express permission, that will be another three.”
Peter saw Lisa move in closer and the beautiful cruel woman was holding a long bamboo cane in her hand. “I think a caning will teach the sissy some disclipine. Dont you agree?” Hissed Lisa.
Sharon agreed. Lisa then said,”Kiss my heels after every stroke. And then thank me.”
Peter struggled but was unable to move from how he was chained. And Sharon prevented him from getting closet enough to Lisa to kiss her boots.
Jackie saw the camera zoom in on Peters terrified and frightened face. She purred, “Poor boy, he is going to find his new life just so painful. It is so wonderful isn’t it, Allen?” Allen kissed her
Sharon shouted, “You were told to kiss her boots, slave.”
Peter looked up at Sharon, and her beautiful legs, He was looked up at her tight leather skirt longingly. He caught the shadow of her strong muscular thighs. He saw the outline of very strong thigh muscles and began to have an unwelcome suspicion about this woman. She may not be a woman at all. It would fit the profile of a place like this. This was just another person to torment and humiliate him. Sharon was his worst nightmare come true.
Sharon smiled sinisterly as she slipped her delicate fingers in between her nylons and her thighs. Her fingers vanished in the shadows of her leather skirt. She sliped a finger in between the lace of her panties and her thigh. She allowed her other hand to life her skirt up showing Peter her sex. Her other finger pulled her panty to the side exposing what was there.
That was when Lisa brought the bamboo cane down in a vicious wack. Peter cried out in pain. Peter howed in agony just before Sharons panties parted showing him. He withered in pain across his chest as an angry bloody welt started forming.
Peter looked up and saw a large penis hanging from Sharons parted panties as she smiled at him. His worst nightmare had become a horrifying reality. He only guessed what this man wanted. Or perhaps she was a woman but he really doubted she identified as a woman. She was just a sadist. “Oh god no,” Peter wailed helplessly. “God no, not this please.”
A second blow rained down across the first that had already formed into angry red welt. Peter thrashed violently and the movmeent brought vicious pain to his shoulders and the cuffs on his wrists tightened with the pressure. It caused pain to lance up his arms.
“You were told to kiss her boots, you bitch.” Sharon laughed sadistically. “You will do it before the next stroke or you will be punished with ten more. There are much worst things than being punished by a sadistic mistress. You will find out.”
Peter struggled to get to Lisas boots but the agony in his arms prevented him from moving very much. Another vicious blow rained across his chest with a sadistic hiss. Peter cried out in total agony. Then he looked up at the huge cock hovering right over his face. Sharon has a look of empty euphoria in her eyes as her cock swelled under her fingertips. Her hand was parted because she could not close her hand around her cock anymore. Sharon shouted, “Ten more strokes for me.”
Peter manage with enormous monumental effort to roll himself to the lather of Lisas bloots and moved to start kissing them as if it would help him now.
It was no longer a film for Peter by this point. It was a painful lesson of life or death. All of his thoughts on the camera crew or Milthida were not not even realized by Peter at this point. That his was was gloating and watching wasnt part of his caunciousness All that mattered was Lisas cruel caning and the pain he was feeling. That pain and the woman who was slowly wanking above his face. Each stroke was followed by taunts and insults as he kept licking Lisas boots and kissing them. He shuttered at each stroke. Her boots were smeered by his lipstick.
He was sobbing uncontrolably by this point and he heard Lisa keep counting the strokes.
“That is ten, now look at me and apologize for making me beat you.”
Peter was unable to look up from the large metal collar on his neck. He forced himself to roll on his back and beg her forgiveness.
At that movement, as he was begging her to forgive him, his statement was cutt off in mid sentence as Sharons cock spurted white sticky semen over his face and spattered in his hair. She pumped its load to allow the last drops to land on his lips.
The room was silent as the camera moved forward to take in the single drop of semen that slid do his lips. “Thats perfect,” Said Milthida as she shouted cut. “that final shot was so powerful. Now put the little slave girl in her cage and lets take a break before we start working on her first full length film.”
Peter looked up as Audry stood over him with a triumphant look on her face.
Peter was stuck kneeling in his tiny cage looking out at the people who were planing the destruction of his entire life. And his enslavement. He struggled to hear as they were all eating from Cartons. He heard his wife laughing with her new husband. He couldn't stop drueing out of the large ring that filled his mouth. He cursed the fates again for this and wondered how he let himself get to this point. He cold have had it all, but he wanted a simple life. But, the fates kept pushing him in a different direction. He struggled against it, but now, fates have decided. He swore these people would die. Them making this so public was going to assure that. His real family that he ran from would sure see this. And when they did, their fate would be sealed. Why couldn’t he have a simple life of obscurity and little. He didnt need grand things, but, fate determined otherwise. The person he feared the most was his sister. She loved that life, and she was ruthless. She was ruthless for her family, and when she found him. God couldn't save anyone that hurt him. Why did they have to do this.
Sharon said something and laughed as she looked over at Peter. He thuoght he still felt the wetness in his hair but it wold probably be dry by now.
Garry finished and walked up to him. His jeans were bulging from his erection looking at Peter. “I would love to fuck you, Peter.” He said.
All Peter could do is grunt hoping it sounded like a no. “I will take that as a yes. I probably will tonight when the filming stops.
Peter was let out about ten minutes later and led to Lindas makeup table as she started working again. Jackie watched in amazement at Lindas work and continously asked questions about the woman's technique. Then Jackie stroll over to her husband that she worked so hard to destroy. “This will be one of the big ones. I hope you are proud of yourself, Peter. Soon, your films will be all over the internet. All over facebook, Everyone will know that you have become a star.” She said with a smile.
Then Jackie held out a gift for Peter, smileing. Allen was intereasted as he watched. “This is a special gift for you, from me to you and your Mistress. And Ms Vere.
“We are going to film in a few minutes, so get ready, we all know the script. We will start fitting and then move on to an hour of punishment before the real fun.”
Peter was yanked out of the styling chair and he was placed on the floor in the center of the room. Lisa approached him holding the Box. Sharon stood over him.
She opened the box smiling and it contained a large bottle of pink pills, some syringes and a pink laced corset. And it had some large breast forms.
Linda asked, “Do you want to wear this for us?”
He looked up and shook his head. Linda brought the cane up and wacked it across his back.
Then she asked him again, “Do you want to wear the corset for us?”
He looked frightened at Lisa, then At Sharon. He shook his head again. Peter was unable to skeep with the Ring holding his mouth opened. She wacked him again.
She repeated the question some more times, and each time he refused. He figured she would keep hitting him until he said yes. He would not submit the pain out of fear anymore. If they wanted to put him in the corset, then let them. He was unable to prevent it.
He was taught how to handle pain at a young age. He was given extensive training in handing pain, and ways to deal with it and not submit to it. Some of the training involved torture, brutal painful torture that people in his family's line of work some times endured to extract vital information. So every member of his family from his sister to his brothers received the training. He long forgot about it because he didnt want to be part of the family. He fled and tried to live a civil and legal life. He didnt like the brutal things his family did. Especially his sisters response to people she called criminals. Peter thought it was too brutal. Seeing these people here, and the brutality and pain they were inflicting. He suddenly reconsidered his sisters attitude, and figured it wasn't that bad after all. If they ever came by again to rescue their brother, he may accept. But he would hate to see his sister like this.
By the twelfth strike, Lisa was getting angry. “If only you let us put the corset on you, we could stop. If ou keep refusing then we have no choice.”
Peter simply glared at her.
“You will be made into a girl. Just say yes.”
Peter shook his head. Then Sharon said. “How about I come in your mouth, Peter. Can I do that, or do you want more strikes from Lisa.” “I can give you one of those pills.”
Peter shook his head. Sharon then said, “Fine, give Peter one 100 wacks. Lets start now.”
Lisa started waking him and counting them off. Since Peter couldn't speak. He went thuogh some of the training, focusing his mind on something other than the pain. Letting his mind go blank. Give up, just exist. He had long since forgot most of the training and by the twenty fifth strike, he began weeping and crying. He tried to regain focus, and partly succeeded by the fifteth stroke.
He was in a fog of unimaginable pain by the one hundredth. Facing another one hundred, he broke and begged for the corset. Sharon then said, “Can I come in your mouth.”
Peter agreed. He suffered all of that indignity. He allowed the women to strap him in the crushing corset. It crushed his sides in. The Large O was removed. Then he knelt as Sharon stuck her entire cock into his mouth and started jacking it. He gagged as she ejaculated into his mouth and he took the pill.
He was a mess of red welts across his body and the corset hurt them more. He meekly allowed himself to be dressed more as a woman and even wore the large breast forms his wife brought him. He didn’t think he could demean himself any more than he already had.
By the end of that humiliating film. He was almost broken. Milthilda approached. “You have some serious control. But if you allow us to femininze you, we will agree to not hurt you as much. But if you resist, then we will.”
He glared up, the Ring removed for more oral action in the film. He simply said, “Go for it bitch.”
He knew they would hurt him. It would give him the training he needed to relearn the old lessons he forgot. He needed to focus so he could get out, before his sister came to see him like this. Seeing her would be so humiliating. He used to be totally lethal. To need his sister to rescue him, death may be a better option.
But one thing was very clear. His sister would be coming.
Note from the author
I am not sure if this story is acceptable. If not, then i will remove it.
The problem is that the idea for it comes loosely from another story that I quite enjoyed. Miss Irenes story, a cruel divorce where a very powerful and sadistic wife (Doesn't all of her story's start that way lol) she wants to get away from a lazy husband she doesnt love anymore. BUt doesnt want to compensate him in any way so she finds a way to sell and entrap him in a sadistic porn production company that enslaved him for it. there isnt that much feminziation in it at all. It mostly seems to be pain. So I added some
Her story ends when he gets involved in it. I wanted to follow the course of his feminization at their hands and some retribution in the end.
I think I changed enough that its acceptable. But I am not sure.
This story is a continuation of Petes sad story of betrayal by his wife Jackie and had him sold to a sadistic porn company that make shim star in pain type punishment and feminization films. They start to realize here that it isn't as it first seemed and there was more to Pete than they thought. This is probably one of my least popular stories but its still one I enjoy.
Chapter 2
Peter figured that these people intended to make him a girl. He also knew there was little he could do about it.
He had been totally demeaned as a man that night. Now, Milthilda and the boss Du Vere looked at him. Vere demanded, “So have you thought of a stage name, or must we choose?
Peter smiled sweetly. “I have decided, zaritsa yekaterina. That's the name I want.”
Mr Du Vere pursed her lips deep in thought. She repeated slowly drawing out every syllable. “Zaritsa Yekaterina. Sounds very feminine and pretty. And very foreign. I never heard that name before. Fine, I will start posing your new videos under that name, it will be the name of your new site.” Du Vere walked away smiling. It seemed she was totally clueless.
Mithilda didn’t look clueless. She looked hard at Pete as if to say, ‘really, thats the name you want.’ There was a twinkle in her eye and a look dripping with judgment and sarcasm. Then she shrugged. And finally said, “If you want to offend everyone with that stage name while you are being degraded. Its your life.” Then she laughed as she walked away. The reference wasnt lost on her.
And the women left Pete there alone in his cage for the rest of the night. He figured he would not be alone for too long. Mithilda did secure his arms on his back, locked to his collar and gagged with the ring again. Then the lights were turned off and he was left. He wondered if Greg was going to visit him tonight. Pete really hoped so. He didn’t want to be helpless when Greg came.
Pete was taught how to escape many secure locations, and get out of cuffs and various bonds. Some of his lessons he learned began to come back to him. Some cuffs just released if you put enough pressure on the locking mechanisms. Others were harder to break and needed something in the lock. It was painful, it was very painful, but he managed to press his cuffs together though the chains and kept the pressure on the cuffs. The pain was intense. Eventually, he heard the snap as his locks suddenly released. Then he took his gag off and waited.
Pete heard the door open and he smiled to himself in the darkness of the room. He heard the heavy steps approach and had a difficult time making out the person walking to him. It was Greg, “Hi Beautiful, you didn’t think I would forget you tonight, did ya.”
Greg opened the cage and reached in, “Come out and lets have some fun.”
Pete let Greg pull him out, then he suddenly pulled his arms free and wrapped them around tightly embracing the stunned Greg as he smothered other mans mouth with his own. Greg struggled as his mouth was opened and Petes tongue was swirling and tasting his mouth. Greg violently shoved Pete away, “What the hell.”
Pete smiled as his arms were free. “I wanted to have some fun with you tonight,” Pete said innocently, “and it would be hard with my arms trapped behind my back. What fun is that,” Pete gave a feminine pout. “Don’t you want our time together to be mutually enjoyable for both? You dont want one party totally helpless do you? I really hope not. This way we can have just as much fun together. If you take this damnable collar off. Please.”
greg unlocked the collar and they kissed some more.
Pete boldly knelt down on the floor and reached for Gregs Pants unbuckling the mans belt. He unbuttoned Gregs pants and pulled them down. Pete moved his face and totally enveloped the mans large cock in his mouth. Greg was very unsure what was going on. This was not how he expected this to go tonight, and he started feeling a slight twinge of fear. But not much, his fear was totally being overwhelmed by this blowjob he was receiving.
Pete locked his lips around the cock and moved his head back and fourth. Giving Greg lots of pleasure in the process. Then he suddenly stopped and glared up at Greg.
“Are you kidding with this!” Pete demanded.
Greg looked innocently “What?”
“Be a fucking man here!” Pete demanded. “I am supposed to be the girly sissy. Use your hands, pull my head, you control the action. Fuck my mouth like a damn man.”
Pete Pulled Greg’s hands to his head, He pulled Gregs fists tight on his hair. “Control me like a man does. I am your bitch. Act like a man.”
then Pete went back to work on Greg’s cock as Greg started gaining control. He gripped Pete’s hair and roughly guided Petes head. It felt better as he brutally face fucked Pete for the better part of twenty minutes and then ejaculated deep into Pete’s mouth and let go.
Pete had a satisfied smile on his face, his mouth full of Greg’s Semen.
Then, Pete stood up smiling, and pulled Greg into a deep sensual kiss. Greg started struggling and screaming as he felt Pete kiss and then push all of the Semen in his mouth, into Greg’s forcing him to take it and then held his head in the kiss until Greg swallowed it in disgust. He shoved Pete away, “What the hell.” He felt like slapping Pete as he stood there with a smug smile.
Pete looked up, “you were coming to fuck me when I was totally helpless and bond. Thats what you expected tonight. So I decided to give you a little retribution. Pete went to get the Cane from the corner and handed it to Greg. “Do I need a caning for that?”
Greg said yes and began bringing it down on Petes back and thighs. Greg wasn’t as skilled As Lisa in doing this, but he was stronger. That made up for the lack of caning skill to always hit the same place, and direct her strikes at the most sensitive places to bring out the most pain with each strike.
This gave Pete more time to train on controlling his reaction. This was going to be a vital skill he was going to have to master to survive this experience. And he felt his skills improving. His mind was able to control the experience much better this time. He maintained his blank expression and was able to avoid focusing on the pain and blocking it out. Many people have endured horrifying painful torture and refused to give in. Refused to confess their ‘crimes’ and other things torturers demanded. One of Stalins generals never gave in and confessed his crime. It was very possible and if people were able to not surrender under the NKVD’s torture, he could do this easy.
His skills were increasing but he felt felt his resolve starting to break by the fortieth strike. He struggled to maintain his control but it was breaking.
How ever, luck was on his side. Greg’s resolve was breaking, Greg wasn't as skilled as Lisa. He stopped, “Have you learned anything.”
Yes, Pete thought. He looked up with a cute submissive smile. “Yes Master, I won’t do that again, do we want to fuck, you said you wold do that for me tonight.”
Greg had got a raging harden from Pete’s submissive expression on his face and got himself ready.
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Somewhere on the outskirts of Moscow, Svetlana was sitting in her fathers old enormous office where he often led his family and their enterprise. Her father passed several years ago, and that left her in control. Her brothers never contested her decision and they often felt that it was their fathers wish. Few family’s would ever consider a daughter to be in charge but, they never knew Sveltlana. She was brilliant and brutal. She had her brothers undying loyalty and love.
How ever, at the moment she looked anything but happy. Her eldest brother came in the room followed by her other two. Misha was the oldest, followed by Dima and the youngest Alexi who was only seventeen.
Dima asked his sister, “Have you seen the new website?”
She refused to answer, Svetlana.
“He is our brother Pytor. What has that fool got himself involved in,” Alexa asked.
“I dont wish to speak about it,” Svetlana replied. “Idiot. I saw that movie only once. Lets not speak of it.”
“But we have to do something!” Dima demanded. “Hes our brother, even if he is an idiot! We cant let him suffer. What are we going to do.”
“Nothing,” Svetlana. “We need to do nothing. You know Pytor as well as I do. I don’t know what he is doing. Pytor is very strong. He was the strongest among us. I saw the whole whole film and he could have escaped and killed them all at any time he chose. You know Pytor. As lethal and skilled as I was. He was many times better. We at least need to find him, have any of you found where he is being help captive?”
They all shook their heads.
“Then Find this place. Find where it his flims being streamed from. Where did the money we payed went, where is this place? Start looking for it. And then we will secretly monitor the situation. I strongly suspect Pytor has a plan. And he would not want us to save us like he is a helpless girl that needs saved. He was trained just like you and me. I think this will cause him to rejoin us. He left because he considered our methods just as bad as the criminals we hunted. I think this reality check will show him how cruel the world is. This experience will show him why we need to do what we do. The idiot is getting a lesson. Let him learn it well. We just have to watch, and wait for him to act. At least find him, then we can try to decide what his plan is.”
“Zarina Yekaterina, Can you believe the name he chose.?” Dima demanded hotly.
“Pytor always has a flair. He had such hubris. Its kind of funny.” Svetlana said smirking.
“Funny, you aren't offended?”
“No. I don’t think its intended to offend us. Some russians may be. But, I think its more of a message to us, and a ‘fuck you’ to his captors. So, have a sense of humor Brother Dima. And find where Pytor is being held. When he does decide to act, we will be ready to render what ever aid he wants. This is his operation.” Sveltana smiled.
Her brothers left to do as she instructed as She smiled a sad smile. She had an idea why he was allowing this to go on. And why he was acting so afraid. Perhaps he was afraid, because of the sudden shock and betrayal by his wife. And perhaps he forgot many of the things he was taught as a youth to his teens. But he was still the strongest of the family and best. The skills he acquired don’t simply vanish. But, they may need to be rehoned.
Sveltana had a better idea why he was allowing this to go on. As a youth, Pytor always worshiped strong women, and women’s beauty and grace. He often envied their life to the point he wanted to be part of it. She never understood that fascination he had for feminine things, but she learned there were such men that did that.
How ever, in this restrictive society, such men were very frowned up and even illegal by the government. How ever, if he could say he was forced, and was not given a choice. Then it could be accepted, if proper revenge was done for such a horror.
So he would become a woman as he always wanted. Svetlana smiled, “Tsarina Yekaterina.” She laughed out loud. “I will always love you, my sister. I just hope you know what you are doing, you idiot.”
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Peter had been bent over with Greg behind him slamming him for all he was worth. His body was violently rocking back and fourth from the force of Greg’s thrusts. Peter felt Gregs full length sliding deep inside him, in and out. The fucking was relentless. This wasn’t the first time. The first time was the second show where they made him into a girl, and Lisa did him with a strapon. Luckily, he didn’t have to endure Sharon’s actual cock fucking him. That woman was cruel.
Greg wast any better, but at least he got to choose that. Peter told himself he did and he shouted all of the encouragements greg needed. When he felt Greg tiring, he encouraged him some more. Greg started tiring after a half hour. Peter shouted, “Greg, youre a man. Don’t wimp out. Keep fucking harder, go harder, be a man, make me your bitch. Don’t you stop. Should the roles be reversed, perhaps you should be in front of the camera in a corset tomorrow, prove you’re a man.”
Greg tried his best to continue and finally ejaculated deep inside Peter. Then greg simply held his girl for some time as he recovered. Peter simply thought, “What a wimp.”
“Greg, I hope you as good of a time as I had.”
Greg whipped his head around looking into Peters eyes. “Good time?”
Peter kissed Greg hard. “Yes,” Peter smiled a feminine seductive and satisfied smile. “I hope we can do it again soon. Would you ever consider taking me out somewhere, like on an actual date?”
Greg shook his head, “No I cant take you out, and I woldn’t even consider taking out Ms Du Vales property. You are owned here, that’s what you are. You cant be a girlfriend. You are a sissy here just to pay back your debts to her. She payed a lot for you.”
“I know,” Peter said. “I can deal with that. I was hoping we could have a relationship to help make my time here better. If you wont, then its your loss. This wont go how she thinks. I simply hope to get what I want.”
Then Peter stood up. He may as well show Greg something.
“Greg, if you have recovered. Come at me. Take me down and fuck me again.”
“I just did,” Greg laughed.
“I let you, force me this time, beat me down, rape me. Be a man.” Peter mocked.
Greg stood up and rushed at Peter. Peter pivoted in a flash and let Greg nearly run into a wall. “Come on Greg, do better than that. Sharon could kick your ass right now.”
Greg got mad and rushed harder tying to get at take Peters legs. Greg ate a knee as he pushed Greg’s head down and trapped him, then threw him down.
Greg got up and tried a couple of vicious swings at Peter that he avoided, blocked and counter striked as Greg fall hard.
Greg looked up. “What the fuck was that? If you can do that, why are you letting those women do all of that for you.”
Peter just smiled. “Think about it. Perhaps at first, I was too shocked from the suddenness of it all. But now, there’s something else. You can figure it out. My encouraging you, the clothes, Lisa, think?”
“You want to be made into a girl?” Greg said as Peter smirked. “You like strong women like that, and dressing you. But they have no intention of making you into an actual girl. It will be too expansive.”
“I hope I can get her to compromise, for the sake of more successful shoots tomorrow. They will realize it.” Peter smiled.
Peter looked at Greg hard, “And I hope you make the right choice, for your sake.”
There’s another reason why I am allowing this to go on, other than being made into an actual female. Can you figure it out?”
Greg thought and couldn’t piece it together.
“I am meekly allowing this all to happen. I wont fight back, I could but i’m not. There’s something else I want. Why would I surrender my power so willing and allow them to think they are in charge when I could stop them any time I wanted?”
“You are planing something big?” Greg replied. “But why, and what?”
“Why would I stay here whe I could beat them, killed them and leave, what could I be planing that would make this worth it?”
“You want to turn it on them?” Greg said. “But how could you possibly do that unless, ohh,” Greg said and then stopped himself. “You expect someone else to come and help you. Then you will turn it on them. Someone powerful and put you in charge. Killing them would be to easy, you want them to suffer what they did to you.”
Pete smiled. “And if you say a word of it, you will die. Let them think I am helpless until it is too late. We can have our fun and I will reward you with the most submissive girlfriend you could ever want. I will totally satisfy you and make your silence worth it.” Pete said as he gave Greg a deep sensual kiss. “Do we have a deal?”
Greg smiled and returned his kiss.
“But you need to be more dominant and manly. Act like you aren’t the one who belongs in front of the camera wearing pink and being fucked like a bitch. Or that’s where you will end up.”
greg shivered as Pete went back in his cage and secured his own arms on his back and sat there waiting.
It had to be a painful position and even more chilling was he placed himself in that situation himself. Pete smiled at Greg, “aren’t you going to secure me and shut the door? We don’t want the bitches to get suspicious here. If they start getting suspicious, then the game is up and there’s only one final option I have left. Remember, revenge is like wine, best when its aged just right.”
Greg secured Pete and shut the door. An icy chill ran down his back as he walked out.
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The next day went about as he expected. He knew there were two more films that day. The outfits got more feminine and Pete smiled to himself seeing where this was all going. And if they thought he would have aproblem with the outfits, the joke was going to be on them.
Pete was dressed in a sexy pink satin bra and panty combo and then a very little black silk maids outfit with lace trim. Pete smiled to Sharon and Lisa and did a cute feminine twirl with a twinkle in his eye. The women frowned as Pete’s face was glowing with bliss.
This was not what they expected his reaction to be at all. Men were horrified, ashamed and usually started crying when they were dressed. Why did Pete suddenly look so happy, especially after such a breakdown the previous day. “Thank you for dressing me so pretty Sharon. I love it.”
This was fun putting these women off balance. His reaction the previous day was because of the sudden shock of it all. That had past. Now he knew what he was in for, and was ready for it.
Apparently, the show was a disobedient and lazy sissy maid. Pete thought acidly, of course it is. They have to have an excuse to beat and abuse him
So the scene started with him simply standing in a room set with a dresser, a woman’s wardrobe and a mirror just looking at himself when the two angry women, Sharon and Lisa stormed him and threw him to the floor. Lisa shouted, “What are you doing you lazy bitch? Why arent you doing your job, you lazy bitch.”
Pete didn’t respond at all. He knew what was coming and there was little he could do to prevent it. Lisa got the bamboo cane and Sharon, as usual pronounced his sentence. “that will be fifty strokes with the cane. We can increase it if you don’t kiss Lisa’s boots after each one.”
Pete wasnt even paying attention to what the women were doing as she began brining the Cane down across his chest and his legs. They were very vicious strikes too. But his training was getting better. She may be on the fifth, or sixth. No, she just shouted four. His mind wondered to his childhood playing with his sister. He loved his sister Svetlana so much. She was the best and they had so much fun together as children. He felt she was the strongest of them all, even if they thought he was. His sister got so much crap for simply being female in a male dominated society. No one had a clue how strong she really was to deal with it, and remain as strong as she was.
Sharon was wondering what was going on with Pete. He wasn’t responding to any of it at all. By the twentieth strike with the cane, they were getting very upset. Pete wasn’t even there with them. It was as if he didn’t even care. This had to hurt. Sharon told Lisa to his him harder and she started, but it still made little difference.
Pete looked up with a blissful smile. “You arent done yet, are you,” Pete looked sad.
Their hard look faltered for just a second, “No bitch, we are only on thirty. And unless you start coaperating, it will go on and on.”
Pete smiled, “Thank you, you may proceed”
Lisa kept hitting him but getting more angry at the lack of any reaction from him at all. By the ninetieth one, she was about to stop. This was clearly a waist of time. She had already ejaculated into his face twice, and once right into his mouth with little to no reaction. That was the thing that totally horrified him the previous day.
They set up the next scene, two other men were going to fuck him on screen and they still got no reaction from Pete at all. They were told he was straight and so frightened of gay sex. The two men took turns on him and they still received no reaction
By the end of the second film, both of the totally ruined by the lack of any reaction. They started questioning this. For the films to work, he needed tor esist, his fear and crying needed to be there. The camera zoomed in to a blank vacant expression gave them nothing at all.
He was thrown back into his cage. He demanded, “I want to speak personally to Ms DU Vere or we can keep doing this indefinitely.
Later that day, he was put in the office with Ms Du Vere sitting impassively in front of him.
“You wanted to speak to me?”
“I assume you got some real good footage today, didnt you? Those films will sell very well?” He smirked knowing.
“If you think this gives you any power, you can think again.” She responded. “If you refuse to show fear we can turn it. We can do blood, or other thigns, just big time gay gang bangs and rapes. Your factual expression wont matter then.
“Of course, but still, you wont be getting what you want, nor will my ex wife.” Pete smirked.
“I assume you want something, so state it and we can move on.” Ms Du Vere said tiredly.
“I want you to make me into a woman.” Pete said firmly. “I mean complete, with the operation, hormones, breasts, the whole thing.”
Ms Du Vere laughed. “Are you kidding? That will cost around 20 to thirty thousand of your dollars and do you alredy know how much in debt to me you are from buying you from your ex wife? Are you sure?”
He smiled. “Yes, but, I want very good professional work that will be almost impossible to defect. Dont get the worst surgeons and doctors, get the best you can find.”
She smiled even more. “So now the cost just went up another ten grand. Keep going. You will be owned for ever as a woman.”
“I am not finished yet. I have heard that the doctors have found ways to implant or grow a uterus and a set of ovaries in a trans woman from their own cells.”
“Now the cost went up another 100 grand. And on that the answer is No way. I will offer to pay for a well done SRS from the best we can find. That’s as far as im willing to go. And when you may have been done in six months, now it may be ten years. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Pete Replied. “And in return, I will make our scenes work again. I will cry, I will plead for mercy like a frightened bitch. I will do it all.”
Now it was coming more clear to the woman why he seemed to happy in the dresses. Pete was trans. That’s why his wife who wanted a dominant man was so unhappy with Pete.
Pete was sent back to his cell.
Later that night as Ms Du Vere drove herself home and was headed toward her front door. A figure approached her from the darkness of the night. It appeared to be a well dressed very formal woman. She approached Ms Du Vere and said with a very heavy Russian accent, “Du Vere, I presume. I wish to speak about Pytor.”
Note from the author
It is very difficult to be a good writer with major dyslexia. Spelling royally and massively sucks because the letters often get reversed
Some times, its so bad that even the spell checker has no clue what I was trying to spell