TITLE    : Porn Princess
STORYID  : porn-princess-1
SUMMARY  : Dan wakes up dressed as a slut, his nightmare begins.
AUTHOR   : Andi_Lembke@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-19
CATEGORY : transgender-crossdressers
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |forced feminization|stuck|corsets|transformed|blackmail|fucked|caught|bondage|video taped|crossdressing|


They say if you are going on a journey of revenge, to dig 2 graves, one for your enemy and one for yourself. I thought I understood the meaning of that saying, but never so much as right now.



My name is Dan, and at the age of 21, I had been working for nearly 2 years as a production manager for a prominent porn house in Chatsworth California, not a glamourous job by any means, mostly just scheduling, filing paperwork, and making phone calls. My boss, Patrick was a powerful Producer and Director in the biz, and was also a complete scumbag. There's nothing he wouldn't do to advance his career. No one he wouldn't crush along the way. He was verbally abusive, as well as cruel and manipulative, even going so far as playing elaborate, and cruel practical jokes on both male and female interns. I think he targeted me more than others because of my size. I'm only 5' 7", thin, and I've alway liked my light brown hair long, which led to Patrick often calling me, sweetie, or cupcake, asking me whether I preferred white or black cock, and if I could tell the difference just by the taste. I tolerated his abuses because, despite not being paid that well, I did get paid to spend all day looking at hot women. But as a guy, my torment was nothing compared to what he put the girls in the office through, not to mention the sadistic and belittling way he talked to the actresses on set.



He was old-school when it came to the casting couch. Not one girl was allowed to work for our company, or be in one of our films without auditioning for him. He wouldn't put a girl in front of the camera that he hadn't personally nailed.



I had overseen production and accounting on close to 40 films during my time under Patrick, and I began to suspect that he was not only ripping off his partners in the production company, but ripping off the models he was hiring from all the agencies, both were black-ball worthy offenses. But, I kept it under wraps because I had a big raise coming to me that would allow me to stop living hand to mouth, and reduce my stress greatly. I worked my ass of for Patrick to ensure that I got that raise. So when he laughingly refused to give it to me, I was furious, and decided to inform Frank and Tommy, his partners, that Patrick was stealing from them. I went to the them, told them what I knew, and suggested they audit our department. They did, and found that he'd been fleecing them to the tune of about 4 million dollars over the past 5 years. The sum he had recently paid for his Beverly Hills mansion. 



Needless to say, they were outraged. They filed an injunction to seize his assets, and they informed everyone in the Industry of Patrick's shady activities, pretty much guaranteeing that no one in the legit biz would hire him again. After he served his time, he'd have no option to resume his career - forcing him to resort to fringe fetish films, like clowns, and midgets, etc, which don't have a wide audience. His revenue stream would be drastically reduced. He would lose his house, all his money, and without any power, none of the pussy he was accustomed to getting would come near him. As security escorted him out of the building, I was feeling pretty proud of myself, so as he was leaving I smiled sweetly and said,



"Good luck getting your life back, asshole." 



He shot me a nasty look, as they dragged him out.



"I'll get you for this, you little bitch!"



I just smiled and waved goodbye. He was no longer a threat to me.



Before Patrick could stand trial for embezzlement, he disappeared - probably got into trouble with his debtors, and they 'took care of the problem'. Frank and Tommy promoted me to Patrick's old job. It took me quite a few months to settle in. Doing what Patrick did was actually harder than it looked. One thing that worked in my favor, was that the talent liked having a younger person in charge, instead of Patrick who had been in his 40's, and preyed on his young starlets. And I wasn't the tall, intimidating figure that Patrick was. It put the girls more at ease around me. And I didn't have Patrick's strict audition rule, although it didn't stop many of them offering to audition anyway, and who was I to refuse? Despite the fact that I was working even longer hours than I ever had before, the job did have quite a number of fringe benefits. One of which was access to porn stars like I'd never had before. Nearly every night there was another party somewhere in Hollywood that I was invited to, and it was always wall to wall talent, and every night I went home with sometimes 2 or 3 girls, who we either in the biz, or trying to rise up and work for one of the 'Big 5' studios. I really thought having access to this kind of quality pussy would help me sort of figure out my sexuality, and sort of find myself, but it didn't. 



I was always awkward around women, I was always struck instantly by two feelings, first I wanted to fuck the shit out them, and then second, I wished I looked like them. Now, I had been dressing in private, ever since I was 9, and tried on my older sister's Bikini for the first time, and got the biggest hard on, ever. It continued throughout my teens. I would go through the bags of stuff she would want to give away to the thrift store, and pull out all the sexy stuff, and play dress up when no one was looking. When I got my own place I branched out, with some silicon breast inserts, and dressing up, curling my hair, learning to do make-up, walking around in high heels pretending to be a girl. But I never had the courage to do it in public, or come out to anyone. So I just played it straight. I had numerous bouts of self loathing, where I purged and threw everything out, but it never stuck. So, every night when I got home, after being with these beautiful girls, I would dress up, curl my hair, do my make-up, and fantasize about the sex we had, and what it would be like to switch places. I would then fuck myself with a small dildo, which was all my ass could handle.



Almost a year after I became head of production. The 'Big 5' threw their annual recruiting party. Where young aspiring actress could parade their wares, and hope to attract one of us to sign them to an exclusive contract. I was of course obligated to attend. I walked in, grabbed my usual seat at the bar, and began to scan the room. I couldn't help but notice a tall, maybe 5'10" (over 6ft in those heels), thin, drop-dead gorgeous Goddess named Riley Star, she was a stunning blonde, hard body, huge tits, sexy lips, and the most alluring eyes. She was the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. All the heads of our rival companies were already flocking around her, babbling in her ear, as I caught her eye across the room. They yammered on, as she locked eyes with mine, and never broke my gaze. I knew if I could convince her to sign an exclusive contract with my company, Frank and Tommy would make me a partner, and I could get a house in Malibu, I could stop working such long hours, and do whatever I wanted. I approached her, offered to buy her a drink, and gave her the sales pitch, after which she suggested we leave the club, and go back to her place to discuss the matter further. I grinned triumphantly at the competition as I left with her on my arm.



Back at her place, she offered me wine. I took it, we drank and talked for a while, till the wine went to our heads. We started kissing, she ripped off my clothes, she took her silver kerchief top off to reveal spectacular breasts, I sucked on her titties, till she moved down, and gave me the most spectacular blow job I'd ever had. This girl was definitely going to be star. I pulled her skirt off, and pulled her panties down, to find a 6" cock staring back at me. 



Riley, was a he...



"Are you okay with that?" She said.



I froze. I'd fantasized about being with a tranny, but...



"You don't have to touch it, if you don't want." She said embarrassed, "I just want your cock in me." 



If I hadn't been so wasted, I probably would have bolted, but I figured, fuck it. I hesitantly grabbed her cock, and stroked it till it was hard, then sucked her beautiful cock. My head was spinning. She pushed me back on the sofa, I laid back while she sucked my cock some more, and then stood up, turned around, and put my rod in her ass, and rode me like a mechanical bull. Normally I'd have to fake an orgasm, but I reached around and grabbed her cock, and something came over me, as I came like a geyser in her ass.



As we cuddled afterward, she asked, "Was that too weird for you?"



"No. Not really. I actually...well..."



For some reason I felt compelled to tell her she was the first woman I had cum so easily with in my life, and then I told her why I thought that was. I told her my secret. I had never told anyone. She immediately brightened.



"I think you'd make a very pretty girl. You have high cheekbones, gentle features, Your hair is already pretty long. I'd love to make you over. Shape your eyebrows, Play dress-up. WIll you let me?"



My head was buzzing. The idea thrilled me. I was very pliable at this point. I began to rationalize my desire. What did I care at this point? We didn't have a tranny division at work, but with her we could start one. Even straight guys would jerk off to Riley. She was painfully hot. I'd be a partner in the company, if she signed with us, I could explore different options when it came to dressing up, hell everybody in our biz is freaky in some way. No one would judge me if this were my thing.



"Will you sign an exclusive contract with us? Do you want to be a star?"



She kissed me deeply and said, "Make me a star."



"Ok, then. Make me beautiful."



She squealed with glee and took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I had trouble walking, I think from the wine... She pulled off the rest of my clothes, and began to rub hair remover all over my skin... and then...that's where things... get... fuzzy.............



When I woke. It was still night. I was light headed. It felt like I was still a bit drunk, everything was a bit out of focus. Something didn't feel right. Everything felt off-balance. The place looked vaguely like my apartment, except most of my furniture and electronics were missing, and on the wall was a large mirror that wasn't there before. This couldn't be my apartment. I pushed myself up to look in the mirror, and what I saw staring back at me was unbelievable.



Sitting on the couch across from me was one of the hottest chicks I'd ever seen, she had super-long, wavy brown hair, rounded plump cheekbones, thick, plump seductive lips, wearing a sexy satin, maroon and black, cocktail dress with a poofy crinoline skirt, long black silk stockings with black bows at the top where the garters attached, and black patent leather high heeled ankle boots. I looked down, at myself. I had tits!!! How the fuck did I have tits?? I felt them, they felt real...not like implants or breast forms, but squishy flesh and blood boobs - Full C's by the look of them. I looked down and on the sides of my boots were little silver padlocks, preventing me from unzipping them and getting them off. That was a little strange. I slowly stood up, tried to get my balance on those heels, and admired myself in the mirror. I had to be dreaming. I was gorgeous! A flood of emotions poured over me. I wasn't sure if I was elated, or horrified.



"What the fuck, is going on?" My voice sounded weird...like Mickey Mouse.



I laughed out loud, and it also had a cartoonish timbre. I was definitely on something. That tranny bitch, must have given me LSD, or Shrooms, or something.



"What the fuck, indeed?" A male voice that sounded weirdly familiar emanated from the kitchen. To my horror, out of the kitchen walked Patrick with my laptop.



"Ya know Dan, It took my private investigator 6 months to dig up your little fetish."



"What are you...?" I stopped as my voice again sounded like a cartoon.



"Let me finish. We hacked into your network, downloaded your portfolio, but some pictures on your home computer of you in drag, sucking on a dildo wasn't really enough to cause the amount damage that would equal what you did to me. I mean everyone in our industry is a freak in one way or another, right? So it might cause a minor PR blip, but it wouldn't ruin you. So I had to be more... creative."



"What did you do to me? I'm calling the Cops...", I sounded at least half girlish that time.



Patrick opened up my laptop and hit the spacebar to play a video, when I saw what was in the video, I immediately sat down on the couch in shock



The video was me sucking Riley's cock, confessing my fetish to her, and then agreeing to let her transform me. It cut to Riley tweezing my eyebrows, and doing my make-up, curling my hair, and then clipping curly extensions in to make my hair fuller, and sexier. Then cut to Riley kissing my now hairless body - she rubbed some cream on my chest, and then strapped a suction vest to my chest, and pumped up my tits with suction. Afterwards, had me tuck my junk away, and then she slid a silky gold pair of hip hugger panties up my legs, and she cinched me into a dazzling gold and white satin under-bust corset giving me a breathtaking hourglass shape, and made my swollen tits stand out, followed by white stockings with lace tops, and clear acrylic platform heels, she then led me to the living room, where a man I recognized as the bartender from the club was waiting. I began to make out with the two of them, taking turns sucking their rods, and proceeded to have a three-way where I was double teamed by Riley and the bartender. I watched in horror as I wildly slammed my ass onto her cock, while sucking him off, greedily swallowing every drop of his cum, before they switched, and I sucked the Riley while he fucked me. Afterwards I begged for more like a slut. Patrick stopped the video.



"Hidden cameras are great, aren't they? This was over 2 weeks ago. Since then, we've made a few... enhancements. You'll find that these extensions will not come out without shaving your head. We lipo-ed your love handles and spare tire, and injected the fat into your cheeks and lips, and put the rest in your tits, and hips... more on that later. We lasered off all your facial hair, and took the liberty of giving you a few very girly tattoos that I'm sure you'll soon uncover. Also, had those black market doctors perform a little extra procedure on your throat. It's amazing, they pull your vocal chords tighter, tie them off and stitch them to the wall of your larynx. I'm sure you've practiced speaking like a girl before, so you should get the hang of it sooner or later."



I grasped my throat, and then focused on trying to speak like a girl this time. 



"But why don't I remember any of this?" 



My voice came out sweet, but slightly raspy like Demi Moore.



"Roofies is an amazing drug. It eliminates all your inhibition, and is almost as good as sodium pentathol at getting people to confess things they would normally keep secret, too. And then of course it has the wonderful side effect of wiping your memory. Riley spiked your wine, in case you're wondering. She's been a dear friend to me in my time of need. And we finished it off with a hormone injection. You'll have to get those once a month or so, if you want to maintain your girlish figure. You've been sedated for the rest of it, but I wanted to make sure we shared this wonderful moment together. So I had you brought here, so you could begin your new life in more comfortable surroundings.



"I'm calling the Poli--"



"--That really won't jive with the correspondence you've been having these past 2 weeks. You see this video has already been emailed from your account to Frank and Tommy, and everyone else at work, as well as all your friends in your email list. You also decided to add a few pictures of you in drag from your private collection, with a long note saying, in essence, that your desire to become a woman has overwhelmed you, and that you can no longer live a lie and must begin living as a woman immediately. You can see here, the number of shocked friends who replied, and of course the conversations you had with them, via instant messenger about how much you love being a girl. I also took the liberty of updating your facebook account to reflect your new identity. Oh, and texting a few photos of your hot bod to your favorites list on your iPhone. Frank and Tommy thought the video was so hot, they posted it on youporn - 8 million hits so far, you should be proud."



I looked on in shock, as my life disintegrated before me. Patrick leaned back against the counter.



"Oh, don't lose hope yet, I haven't even told you the fun part. After having the best sex of your life, you were just putty in Riley's hands, she got you to give up your bank accounts and passwords, and the combination to your safe. So, I've since emptied out your accounts from your computer, and have burned your passport, birth certificate, drivers license, and your car is probably somewhere in Mexico, we're not really sure. You have no identity, There is nothing in your purse but an empty wallet, make up, and your apartment keys. There are no tools here to cut those locks There is nothing of value in your apartment for you to pawn. I have replaced all your clothes with nothing but slutty outfits left over from my new company's porn shoots. Sorry, we're so small we couldn't afford to part with the nicer stuff."



He paused, I'm assuming for effect, as I just stared at him in complete disbelief.



"You don't have a lot of options. There's a good chance, you might have to turn tricks in West Hollywood just to survive. I'll leave that decision up to you. Oh, one last thing. Your cock...don't worry you still have it, but you won't be using it for at least a week. I had Riley push your balls up into your body cavity, and use some heavy duty clear epoxy to glue your tuck down with. The advantage is, that your nethers look all nice and girly under those pretty panties. But hopefully you won't get aroused by all the fucking and sucking you'll have to do to survive, otherwise it could get really painful."



He laughed at my reaction, as I reached up my skirt to verify that last bit.



He stood up, and violently smashed my laptop several times on the kitchen counter. Satisfied that it was completely destroyed, he dropped the useless remnants onto the floor, and then headed for the door. He paused after opening it, turned to me and smiled sweetly.



"Good luck getting your life back, bitch." and he left.



I sat there in shock for a moment. I looked at my reflection again in the mirror, I looked like a bewildered, slutty prom date. It just seemed so surreal, this couldn't be happening. I then tore through my apartment only to find everything Patrick had said was true - everything of value in my apartment was gone, In my closets and dressers were the sluttiest outfits I had ever seen, nothing remotely respectable. I reached back and felt the padlocks under my dress holding the corset closed, with the acrylic nails glued on I could barely fumble the locks on my slutty heels, much less pry them open. I pulled the dress out away from my tits enough to see that it was an under-bust corset. And I could see no way to shimmy out of it. I collapsed on the sorry excuse for a bed Patrick had refurnished my room with. I was so FUCKED! My head was spinning, and I felt sick to my stomach.



It suddenly occurred to me that my best friend Anthony had bolt cutters. We had used them before on his storage shed, when he lost the key. His house was down the street. I looked around, but my phone was gone, and Patrick took my cell. It was only about a half mile, I could probably walk it. 



So, I grabbed my purse, locked my apartment, and began walking to his house. Several passing cars slowed down to cat call, and ask how much for a blow job. Those assholes thought I was a hooker!

<hr pg="2" />I just kept my head down and walked as fast as I could in those heels. Thankfully I reached his house without incident. I had to stop and catch my breath. The corset made it hard to breath, and I was panting pretty hard. I caught my wind, and rang the doorbell, wondering what I was going to say if his wife answered. Anthony came to the door. He looked me up and down.

"Can I help you?"

"Anthony, it's me Danny...", my voice was becoming more girly, but still had a slight rasp to it.

"I'm sorry. Dani who?"

"Danny Cox...your best friend."

"Oh, my god, it's really you. Holy shit, come in, come in."

I walked in, eager to get out of sight of the public. 

"Is Elizabeth home?"

"No, she's at the movies with her girlfriends, I....", 

He looked me up and down again in awe - his eyes locking on my tits. 

"I'm sorry, Dan, it's just... Jesus, you're really fucking hot. If I had known you wanted to look like this, I..."

"Are you fucking kidding me? I didn't choose this. Patrick did this to me."

"Patrick, your old boss? I thought he was gone - like, disappeared."

He looked me suspiciously.

"He's back. He set the whole thing up. He's had access to all my accounts - had me stashed somewhere while he sabotaged my life. He wants revenge on me for ruining his career."

"So, what he put a gun to your head, and made confess you secret desires, dress you up like a slut, and made you suck and fuck that dude and that tranny, and beg for more?"

"No... I... It's complicated. Anthony, you're my best friend. You have to help me."

His eyes kept drifting down to my cleavage - mesmerized. I covered up my tits with my hand, and he snapped out of it.

"Yeah, sure...sorry. What can I do?"

I showed him the locks on my shoes, and reached back and fingered the ones on my corset under my dress.

"I'm stuck in these clothes. Please tell me you still have those bolt cutters," I pouted.

Anthony scrunched up his face for a second, like I said something odd. He shook it off, and nodded toward the garage. I walked with him into the Garage, and I stood there while he grabbed the bolt cutters off the wall. He turned back around and looked confused, as If he wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Well, you're gonna have to remove your..." He waved toward my cleavage, "so I can get to the padlocks.", He looked down at my tits, and nodded.

"Oh, right," I laughed.

I reached back and untied the halter top portion of the dress, turned my back to him, and lowered it, it was tight around my body, so I had to shimmy the bodice part down to reveal the locks on the top middle and and the bottom eyelets of the corset, which left my tits exposed. Anthony moved in behind me, and inspected the locks.

"My cutters are too thick, for the job," 

As he spoke I could feel his eyes peeking over my shoulder at my tits. I instinctively covered them up, and hoped the dress wouldn't drop, luckily my waist was cinched so tight that I had hips which kept the petticoat and skirt portion of the dress in place. His eyes now roved over the black and white vertically striped corset, that was giving me such a girly shape. I turned to face him.

"Tony, this is really embarrassing for me, please focus on..."

"Sorry... Let's see what's doin' down here," he said, as he squatted to inspect the locks on my boots. 

He steadied himself by gripping my thigh with one hand. I saw him look up my skirt. He slowly rubbed my stockinged legs, and played with the bow at the top. I shivered as he looped his finger under the garter strap and traced it up my skirt to my crotch, and rubbed my cock through the panties as though it were a pussy. I gasped reflexively.

"Anthony...I don't...", 

I tried to pull away.

"Shhh, it's okay."

He held me in place with a firm muscled grip on my leg, and kept rubbing my "pussy". I began to harden, and I now knew what Patrick had warned me of. My cock swelled, and the pressure from it was pulling at the glued skin, it was more than mildly painful. 

"Tony please, stop."

He stood, his hand never leaving my pussy, he stroked me gently, and moved around behind me, snatched my hands from tits pulled them behind me, and held my wrists together with one hand, and fondled my tits. I could feel his bulging cock rubbing against my ass, as he whispered in my ear.

"You don't have to hide it anymore. I got the message. Hell, I watch your porn movie twice a day, and masturbate to it. I love watching you take those cocks, and begging for more." 

"Tony, stop."

He reached down, and caressed my ass.

"You love the feeling of a nice, big, cock in your tight little ass, don't you? You're totally hot for it, and I gotta admit, ever since you IM'ed me, and told me your little damsel-in-distress-rape-fantasy. I thought you were fucking with me, but here you are, saying those same things, crying for help, dressed just like you said you'd be... locked in your clothes, desperate to get out."

I pulled away, pulled my dress up, and tried to tie the top back in place.

"Dude, it... it wasn't me. It was Patrick... pretending to be me." 

"I know, That was the story you came up with when we were sexting. Pretty weak if you ask me."

"Tony, please, I swear it wasn't me." 

He laughed. Pulled his cell phone out.

"You really stick to the script, don't you." He said, as he showed me the IM exchange on his phone. 

--- on it was a description of what I would be wearing, locked into my black and white stripped corset, my breasts heaving, acting all helpless and begging for his help, and how I'd play coy and turn my back to him in modesty, while pulling down my top, 'Hoping you would see through me and know how badly I wanted your cock' while blaming that cocksucker Patrick, and begging you not to fuck me, but believe me, it's all an act, I need you to fucking rape me, Tony! Take me by force, and make me your bitch. I love it rough. It included pictures Patrick must have taken of me when I was passed out. My naked tits / two sculpted nails spreading my shaved asshole open / my eyes closed - mouth wide open like I was in ecstasy. --

Patrick could not have set this up any better, If i didn't get out if here soon, I was fucked. I started backing up. Tony was 6'4, and could probably start at Linebacker for Baltimore. I wasn't going to be able to fight him off. I looked for a way out, as he brought up the video on his phone, and skipped to me bouncing up and down on the bartender's cock, while sucking off Riley.

"Tony, I swear... I never--"

"You said to make you my bitch, That you needed me to. It was the only way you could get off." He said as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, and leaned in. "What kind of friend would I be if I turned away a damsel in distress?"

He grabbed me, slammed me up against the wall. I was dazed as I hit my head hard, He took advantage, and grabbing my hair, and kissed me full on the mouth while grabbing my tits with his other hand. I struggled to push him off, but I was too weak. So I slowly gave in, and kissed him back - rubbing my hands across his chest delicately, and moaned with pleasure hoping he'd loosen his grip. He became more gentle. He let go of my hair, and began kissing my neck. I seized the moment, and pushed him away, and tried to squeeze past him, but he was too strong, he slammed me up against the wall again, grabbed some zip ties off the work bench, spun me around, pulled my hands behind my back, and zip-tied them together.

"Tony please... Liz--"

"Won't be home for hours," he hissed as he fumbled with my panties.

"Stop!", I screamed, and quickly realized it was a mistake.

He ripped my panties off, and stuffed them in my mouth, pulled duct tape off the workbench and taped my mouth shut. 

"I didn't really like this part of the fantasy myself, I'd rather see my cock, pressed between those perfect lips of yours, but... you wrote the script, baby."

I tried to argue, but my complaints were but a muffled squeak, now.

He spun me back around, and taped my elbows together. I struggled, but with my elbows taped, I had no leverage. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me, kicking and screaming through the gag into the house along with the roll of duct tape. He laid me on the cushions of the couch, and pushed me until I was bent over the back of the couch, grabbed my ankles and taped them to my thighs around the garters, now all I could do was wiggle, I was completely helpless. 

"I gotta tell you, sweetie, you have one hell of an imagination. I would have never thought of half this stuff on my own." 

He sat me down on the couch facing the back, I balanced on my knees as best I could. Anthony, walked around to the back of the couch, pulled the string on the halter, and the dress fell open to reveal my tits.

"Spectacular rack, babe." 

He rubbed his crotch, I looked down and saw his huge bulging cock inside his pants. He undid his pants, and pulled it out. "Oh, fuck," I thought "I hope he just finishes on my tits. There's no way I can handle anything that big in my ass."

He pushed my tits together and ran some duct tape across the nipples to hold them in place. He disappeared into the bedroom, and came back with a bottle of astro-glide. 

"Liz's tits are too small for a titty fuck, but yours are perfect." 

He poured the lube on my tits, worked it in with his hand, worked it all over his cock, and then slid his massive cock between my tits, and began slowly titty fucking me. He pushed my head down into my tits, so that every thrust would rub across my face in some way. he sped up, and did this for a few more minutes. 

When he stopped fucking my cleavage, he began stroking his cock into my face. I lifted my head, and pleaded with my eyes for him to stop.

"What's wrong, babe? This not getting you off? 

He grabbed my hair, and rubbed his cock all over my face.

"You want this in your ass, don't ya, bitch?"

I shook my head furiously, and pleaded "No," through the gag.

"Sure you do. Sorry I don't have a friend to fuck your mouth, while I plow your ass, but we all work with what we got. And Dude, you have got some great equipment here.", as he slapped my tits a few times with his giant wang.

I struggled as he moved back around behind me. He bent me over the back of the couch. My knees left the cushions and I was balanced there with my ass rising to Anthony's hard cock. He poured astro-glide on my ass, and worked it in with his fingers.

"Oooh, you're really tight. You're probably not going to enjoy this as much as I am."

He eased in a little bit. I squirmed from the pain, which only succeeded in allowing more of his cock to slide in, He laughed as my struggles only resulted in more of his cock sliding into my ass. He kept pushing, as I wiggled to get away he pulled me off the back of the couch, and my weight slammed his meat in all the way to the hilt. I groaned through the gag in pain. 

"Oh, god you're tight."

He pumped my ass slowly a few times, and I moaned in pain, which he took for pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?"

He started fucking me slowly. And I moaned louder as he reached around my waist, and whispered sweetly in my ear.

"This is the best present you've ever given me, Danny boy."

I moaned as he picked up speed - his huge cock sliding in and out of my poor ass.

"I bet you've fantasized about taking my big fat cock for years, haven't you, you little faggot?", and he slapped my ass.

I began to cry partly form the pain of his cock in my ass, and partly from the betrayal at the hands of my best friend. He grabbed my hair as he ramped up the speed, and pounded my ass, pulling me onto him with force as he fucked the living shit out of me. Between the corset squeezing my ribcage, and the tape on my mouth, I could barely breathe. I became dizzy, and forgot myself. And I hate that I began to enjoy it, driving my ass to meet his cock. I came twice before he realized that I was now a willing participant in this act.

"I knew you wanted my cock, you fucking slut."

I moaned through the gag, as he grabbed my boots by the heels and fucked me harder. I came two more times before he pulled out. I was lost in ecstasy, still bucking from that final orgasm, when I opened my eyes to see Anthony standing before me pulling on his cock. He grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head, and held my face in place as he took aim. He groaned triumphantly as he spurted cum all over my face, and rubbed it in with his cock. He released my head, and ripped the tape off my tits, which stung immensely. I tried not to cry as he slapped my face with his cock, and laughed.

"You are one sexy, filthy little whore, Danny boy. Liz never let's me finish on her face."

He went to the kitchen, and came back with scissors, and dishcloth. He un-gagged me, and then shoved his cock in my mouth. 

"Be a peach and clean that off for me, will ya."

He grabbed the back of my head, and slowly fucked my mouth. I gagged on the taste of astro-glide and cum, I forced myself not swallow, and so I a began to drool.

"Just like the ball washers out on the golf course, eh, buddy? Here, get those too." He quipped, as he dropped his sack in my mouth. I was crying again. I think he felt bad, so he stopped, he cut my ties, and handed me the rag to wipe my face with. I couldn't even look at him. I just tried to compose myself.

"Woo, I'm all light headed. Man, every guy should have a hot tranny whore like you for a best friend. I guess I'm spending Sunday's at your place from now on. A little football, some beer, and your tight, sexy little ass bouncing on my dick... pure heaven." 

I moved away from him, and fought the urge to scream at him for assuming I'd just let him fuck me again like that. As I did, I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror, between the cum and the tears I had smudged my make-up pretty good. I cleaned it up as best I could with the dish rag. I tied my dress back into place. I don't quite know why, but I was compelled to take out my lipstick and touch up my lips, so I did. I picked up my shredded, saliva soaked panties off the floor, and stuffed them in my purse. I wiped my cum, and the astro glide off my inner thighs.

I finally gathered the strength to look at him, he stood there fumbling with his dick. Looking me up and down some more. I swallowed, hard.

"So, now that you've... Ya know... Will you, please help me?"

I pleaded with my eyes, as I looked at him, and fumbled with the locks under my dress, hoping he'd now have the heart to cut me loose from my prison.

Anthony, said, "Oh, right, I totally forgot..." 

He fished in his wallet, and pulled out a few 20's, stuffed the cash in between my tits, and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

"... what we agreed on."

He hugged me, his breath hot on my neck, his monster cock rubbing against my smooth, panty-less crotch, and he whispered in my ear.

"Ya know with a body like this, I wouldn't have chosen to be a whore, but you gotta respect your friends' choices, right? Just be careful out there. I don't want you getting hurt."

I opened my mouth in surprise. He really thought I was a whore, that I chose this?? 

He kissed me deeply, and gently, and caressed my ass, "Mmm, ya know you're so hot, it doesn't even feel gay kissing you."

As he put his cock away, and zipped up, he said, "Now, Dan, I gotta clean all this up before Liz gets home. Our little secret, right?"

I looked at him in disgust.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. What do you prefer? Dani? Danielle? Britney? I know when people like you go through this whole "living as a woman" thing you like to be called by a more girlie name. What was it you said, in the email? Oh, yeah Kendra. You look like a Kendra. But whatever name you choose, as long as you bring that tight ass of yours back for more, we'll be best buds for life."

Kendra? Patrick told everyone to call me Kendra? My tears overcame me, as I stared at him in disbelief. I headed for the door. He called after me...

"Really, buddy, best piece of ass I've ever had. You're a real natural at this. But wear a Sailor Moon outfit next time, that really does it for me. There'll be an extra hundred in it for you, if you do. And I wasn't kidding about Sundays. I'll be over, around, say 9:30ish??... Get a blowy in before kickoff?" 

I stomped out, and tried to keep myself from shaking from the rage I now had for being raped by my most trusted friend, as if I wanted it. If Patrick wanted to teach me a lesson he had succeeded. I honestly don't remember the walk home, except that I made it in one piece and I never felt so naked as walking in public with no panties. 

As I entered my apartment, I slammed the door shut in anger, and paced back and forth as I started at my shattered laptop. It was pretty obvious that Patrick had chatted with Anthony as me, and made him think that I was actually a whore now, and had a rape fantasy I wanted him to help me live out. I was so mad I couldn't think. I collapsed on the couch. I looked down, the money was still in my cleavage. I pulled it out - $60. It was all I had in the world. Patrick had made me a whore, and a cheap one at that.

I didn't even consider approaching anyone else for help, I was sure Patrick already had traps set for me, wherever I chose to run. I didn't have much of an option. I needed money, and my only asset, was that I was hot. I could likely make more in West Hollywood where Tranny Hookers are in high demand. Maybe enough to pay the bills for a month, buy some respectable clothes, collect my thoughts, figure out what to do. I had enough for cab fare to get there. I wasn't sure I could do it for that long without having a nervous breakdown. I suppose it couldn't get any worse than what I just went through. As I thought it over, I noticed that, my dress didn't seem to be as tight around my breasts as before. Maybe I hadn't tied it tight enough. I went in the bathroom to get some light.

But it wasn't the dress, the cups on the dress weren't filling out. The swelling in my chest was beginning to go down, and my dress was not fitting right, my make-up was a mess from Anthony's cum, which had dripped down onto my dress leaving a nasty stain. I took the dress off, and tossed it onto the floor. I really needed a shower, but I settled for just washing my face. I couldn't get the false eyelashes off, I think those assholes used superglue on them, Patrick had at least been kind enough to stock my bathroom with all things girly, including make-up, and cold cream for removing it. As the make-up came off, I discovered what Patrick had said was true. They had indeed tattooed both my eyeliner and lip color on. As the mess of deep maroon lipstick came off, I could see the my lips were permanently hot pink! If I didn't wear lipstick I'd have whorish hot pink lips, and I couldn't take my eyeliner off. There was absolutely no way for me to look male. I sank to the floor in despair.

I definitely didn't have enough money for tattoo removal, no way to get these stupid clothes off, no job prospects, and soon, if my boobs kept shrinking, even the slutty clothes that asshole left me with wouldn't fit. Every single outfit he left required ample breasts. Instead of the passable girl I looked like earlier, I'd look like a tacky transvestite who doesn't know how to dress herself properly. There'd be no way of NOT being humiliated. I was now definitely more angry than sad. 

I got up, and went into my bedroom. It was the first time I'd gotten a really good look at myself in a full length mirror without my dress on. Even with just the tattooed make-up, and my hair a mess, I was still kinda hot. The way the corset shaped my body. My perky little tits, probably a B-cup now. My shaved junk was hidden by Riley's glue job. I played with my tits. How many times had I wished I looked like this, what it would be like to have tits, and get fucked like a woman. But those were just fantasies, I could never reconcile them with any actual reality. Oh, the irony. I finally got something I always fantasized about, and yet it came with a hell of a price tag. I turned around and peeked over my shoulder to check out my ass. Fuck, I think they did something do ii. Or maybe it was just the corset. It was that beautiful heart shape that is so sexy. No wonder Anthony couldn't resist... I shuddered. I couldn't shake the image of the lustful way Anthony looked at me the entire time. The same way I had looked at countless women, myself - filled with the desire to possess them, fuck them, own them. That same look I'd seen that asshole Patrick give every girl that walked into his office, licking his chops like they were Filet Minon. Being this sexy is way too powerful. Helen of Troy brought down kingdoms with her beauty because most men will do and say anything just to possess a hottie like me. I laughed to myself. My sole consolation was that I was sure Patrick wasn't getting any tail that was even close to being in my league...
<hr pg="3" />That was it.



I went to my closet, grabbed the least slutty dress I could find, It was almost identical to the one I was previously wearing, only hot pink with a rhinestone design around the bust line. I changed into it, grabbed a pair of pink satin panties, slipped them on. Patrick had at least left my cheap silicon inserts behind. I stuffed them into my dress till they pushed my tits up, and filled out the dress cups, and I had full natural breasts that were spilling out of the top of my dress, again. I re-did my make-up, added a layer of gloss to my hot-pink lips. I tied my hair in an elegant up-do - the back end cascaded down past my shoulders. I looked hot again, a perfect mix of innocent and slutty. Even I wanted to fuck me. 



I went downstairs, and hailed a cab, and had him take me to Van Nuys. I got out near a warehouse looking structure by the airport with a sign that read "Fetish Fantasy Productions". This place was owned by the Armenian mafia. Everybody in the industry knew it. I was gambling that he'd be here. I paid the driver most of the $60 Anthony paid me. And he drove off. I eyed the security cams out front, as I went to the gate, pressed the buzzer on the security box, and waited. A few minutes went by, and then the gate buzzed letting me in.



I walked in through the front office, and carefully walked back to the open warehouse floor which was filled with crappy dilapidated film sets. In one of them, on the couch sat Patrick. He did a slow clap, and laughed.



"Hello, Kendra. I didn't expect you to turn up this soon, sweetheart. To be honest, I was sure you'd kill yourself, before coming to me for help. But, you got a little fight in ya, kid. I like that"



I was taking a huge gamble coming here, but If I could play this right, I could gain the upper hand. I tried not shake as I spoke.



"Patrick, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. And I've learned my lesson. I'll leave the business, leave town, find something else to do with my life, just help me...help me undo all of this... Not everything is permanent here... I can go back to being me."



Patrick chuckled, "But I don't want you to go back to being you, Dan. I like you this way. You're much prettier in a dress than I thought you'd be. You've got the legs to carry it off."



He curled his finger, and beckoned me to come closer.



"Come out of the shadows, darlin'. Let's see what you've done with yourself."



I did my best slow sexy walk over, and stood in front of him, my lip quivering. He twirled his finger in the air in a signal for me to turn around. I turned in a slow circle so he could check out my ass



"Very nice, fluid natural motion. All that practicing you used to do is really paying dividends."



He hit the remote control on the couch next to him, and a video came on the television, it was a montage of voyeuristic spy footage of all my private dressing and masturbating activities. He stopped the video, and smiled.



"With all the time you spent dressing like a chick, and fantasizing, its not surprising you could put together this sexy little pink number - the make-up with the total slutty up-do, and those lips... those perfect lips. With those lips, you are going to be very popular. And I think you'll definitely be much happier this way."



"I'm not happier... I'm miserable," I complained.



"Why? Look at how beautiful you are, sweetie? Even straight men will fuck you, despite that thing between your legs."



"I just can't do it. I tried... I... I went to my best friend for help, and... and he..." I started crying, as Patrick laughed.



"You have to admit, That was masterful."



He held up my iPhone.



"I just got a text from him, with a list of other fantasies he wants to play out. You could probably pay rent just off fucking him."



My gaze bore a hole right through Patrick's face, I was furious, knowing that Anthony was going to come around looking to plug my ass, as If I were property. He continued, unfazed.



"I was shocked that when I opened up to Anthony and told him I... well, you, had a rape fantasy and showed him my tits, and ass, he wouldn't shut up about all the things he wanted to do to me, well you. And you, of course concocted a very creative rape scene from all that, and... well, you know, you already lived it. Was it as hot as the one you wrote here?"



I turned away. This was a mistake. He wasn't going to fall for my charms.



"Did you know every single one of your friends was willing to participate in helping you fulfill your rape fantasy?"



"I don't have a rape fantasy, asshole," I spat back, as I turned to face him. 



"Sure you do. Maybe not any of the fantasies your buddy's had about raping you, but you have one. Every woman does. Just count yourself lucky Anthony was home. Other wise you might have gone with Karl. That guy is obsessed with making girls eat his shit. Sick fucker."



I wanted to vomit, but I had to keep it together. He tossed me my phone. I looked at it, I had nearly a hundred missed calls and messages.



"I've pretty much put together your client list for you. All you have to do is show up, fulfill their sick fantasies, and collect the pathetically small fees you are charging." 



I wanted to kill him. It took every ounce of will not to jump him and claw his eyes out.



"You've turned me into a fucking whore," I growled through clenched teeth.



"And what did you make me, bitch? I had to disappear, change my identity. I had debts. You don't get an easy extension on these kinds of debts. Do you know what those Armenians do to outsiders who needs favors? You got off light, Princess. From there I had to start from the bottom, beg, and scrape, and eat shit, and lick the asses of every scumbag fetish house in town just to get tossed a bone. And here I am living in this shithouse studio, making fat midget porn. You made us both whores."



"You have all my money, there's enough there to--"



"I had to spend that money setting you up. Black market surgery with absolute discretion is pricey. A lot of mouths you have to pay to keep shut. I don't see what all the fuss is about. Ya know, I think you could raise your prices over time, and earn a respectable living. I hear there's Arabian Princes that pay handsomely for shemale concubines..."



I became numb as he grinned and rambled on about my options, mocking me all the way. I got a very graphic text message from my friend Jim, about being his ponygirl. I started crying, and I dropped my phone into my purse, and considered my future as a call girl. Patrick suddenly stopped when I started crying, and then remembered something about all my days with Patrick, and I got on my knees. 



"Please, Patrick, I'll give you anything you want...anything, just make this go away," I begged through my tears.



I hoped my tears did, what I'd seen other girls' tears do to him in his office. His gaze went from my eyes, to my lips, to my cleavage. He sat forward with a shit eating grin.



"You have absolutely nothing to offer me that I want. What could you possibly offer me that is better than what I have right here - you, defeated, on the floor, in tears at my feet - knowing that you're life is ruined, and you'll spend the rest of your days as a fucking whore."



I shrunk in defeat my tears turning to full on sobbing, and lowered my head, but raised my eyes to see the hard-on growing in his pants. It was working.



"Can you at least do me a favor? My tits... my... breasts... are shrinking," I sobbed.



"Oh, yeah. They'll do that." He chuckled, as he cocked his head to get a better look down my dress. "The fat only consists of about an A-cup's worth of tit, the pumping process just causes swelling, You were almost a C-cup when you woke up. What you packing now, a shallow B? Let's see."



I hesitated for a moment, then untied the top of my dress, let my top down, and the inserts I had used to prop up my tits, fell out onto the floor, and my B's jiggled deliciously.



"Stuffing your bra, like a flat chested, teenager. That's fucking awesome!"



He shifted his weight His growing cock was getting uncomfortable for him. Almost there. I massaged my tits gently, pushing them together.



"If you pump me back up, I can... make more money... I'll be back every few days to pay you to do it again....I..."



He laughed heartily, and sat back for a moment and tried to shift his cock in his pants without letting me see. But I had made that move thousands of times. I knew what was up. His eyes scanned my whole body. He was checking me out. He rubbed his chin, and crossed his legs.



"Tell you what... If you pass your audition, I'll help you. "



"What... What audition?", Bingo, he was hooked.



"You know the drill. Every girl that comes to me for help, or for a job has to audition for me. And I gotta be honest, you are actually better looking right now than most of the saggy titted skanks I get in here. This place is so rank, that even the flat chested, freckly, ugly girls won't audition. I haven't had a premium piece of ass, since.... well, you know. But we did a good job on you, Danny. You're not the least bit skanky." 



He leaned forward. 



"Danny, I want you to beg me for a job... wrap those sexy lips around my cock, and suck me like the whore you are. And then beg me to fuck your sweet little ass, and cum on your face... just like your favorite video."



"My... my what?"



He walked over to his Entertainment center, selected a DVD off the shelf, and put it in. My jaw dropped. It all made sense now. He'd done his homework. On the screen was the first film I made after I got promoted. I had written and directed it. It featured a young, temptress named Kendra, looking to get a job at a prestigious law firm having to debase herself to get the job.



"I'll bet when you wrote this, you fantasized about being her, didn't you?"



I didn't respond.



"Yeah, we both know you did. Well, now you get to live the fantasy. That's what you always wanted, wasn't it" 



Not with him. Anyone but him. I hesitated... and then nodded.



"I thought so. Now keep in mind, you're auditioning for me, and if you fail; no titty pump, no help, you're outta here. Got it? 



I nodded meekly. He sat back on the couch, crossed his legs, cleared his throat, and took a moment to scope my body, and kept coming back to my quivering lips. He adjusted his junk, clearly thirsting to punish me with his cock. He took a deep breath and began.



"So...what makes you think we should hire you here, cupcake?"



I swallowed hard. I had to make this believable, or I was fucked. I composed myself, and turned on the charm. 



"Well, I'm a really hard worker, and I'll do whatever it takes to get the job done."



"You don't have any qualifications on your resume."



"I know, but I have intangibles, they don't show up on paper," I said as I traced my finger in-between my breasts, stuck it in my mouth, sucked it - closing my eyes, and moaning. 



"I see. What's your name, sweetheart?"



That wasn't in the script. It threw me off.



"Dan... er, Dani..."



"No, your name is Kendra, isn't it, whore?"



"Yes."



"Say it!"



"My name is Kendra..."



"Kendra Cox," he said with the emphasis on COX.



"Yes...Kendra Cox."



"Do you like cocks, Kendra?"



"Yes," I said seductively.



He uncrossed his legs, and scooted forward on the couch.



"Stroke my cock for me, baby" 



I reached up, and massaged him through his pants. I looked up into his eyes adoringly.



"Take it out, baby. Stroke my cock. I want to feel it in your hands"



I unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his cock. He was not as big as Anthony, but pretty big. I looked him in the eyes like a good girl while I stroked it, and smiled sweetly. He moaned with pleasure. 



He was right. I had fantasized about this when I wrote it. I hated admitting it to myself, and especially to him. But here I was, at the knees of the person I hated most in the world, with his his cock in my hand, and my fate in his. As much as I wanted to kill him, for now I had to play the part of the good girl, eager to please. 



"I really need this job, and I'll do anything to get it."



"Yeah? You want this job that bad? Then suck it. Suck daddy's cock."



"Yes, daddy."



I put him in my mouth. My most vile enemy now had his cock in me. Inside I was screaming, but I moaned with pleasure as I sucked his cock passionately, and looked up at him for approval. 



He pulled out, and said, "Beg me to fuck your face."



"Fuck my face.... please fuck my face."



Patrick grabbed my hair, and fucked my face till I gagged and started dry heaving. 



Patrick laughed condescendingly, "Is Daddy's cock too much for you, baby?"



Ah, there it was again. Patrick always had a thing for girl's calling him daddy....



"No, daddy, I can handle it", I quickly grabbed his cock and deep throated him, and let him fuck my face some more. He leaned back and moaned with pleasure. 



"Oh, baby, you have the mouth of an angel Your mother taught you so well. You want my cock in you, baby doll?"



Pay dirt! He definitely had a Daddy's girl fetish, it was in over half his movies. I knew how to play my hand now.. 



"Yes... Daddy. I need your cock. Please fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my tight little ass."



He picked me up, and tossed me on the couch, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. He shoved his cock in me. It didn't hurt as much as it was the shock. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. He grabbed one of my shoulders and fucked my ass furiously, 



I started crying, which turned Patrick on even more. I cried because in many ways this was more of a rape than my first fuck. Anthony thought I was role playing. Patrick knew I hated him, that I abhorred the very idea of his cock slamming my ass. The irony is that I willingly played along this time. The thought of having to spend the rest of my life as whore was a gun in Patrick's hand. Patrick held it to my head and forced me take his cock. I tried not to enjoy it, but THIS was my rape fantasy, and that fucking asshole knew it. I couldn't resist any longer, I screamed with pleasure, as I came so hard I saw stars. Patrick grabbed me by my hair and fucked me harder until I came again. He pulled out, and turned me around while he jerked off. 



"Suck my balls, baby."



I did as he bade. I was dizzy, high from the orgasms, it was easy to get lost in the moment. 



"Grab my ass."



I gently caressed his ass while sucking his balls. He pushed me back a bit. I glared lovingly up at him, and licked my lips just like the video.



"Open your mouth, you little whore."



I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, as I knew what was coming next. He groaned loudly and cam on my face and in my mouth. 



I opened my eyes, swallowed the cum in my mouth, licked my lips, and smiled at him like I'd seen a hundred porn films.



"Now, wipe daddy's cum off your face, and suck your fingers clean."



I did as he instructed. I sucked his cum off my fingers playfully.



"Tell me how much you love the taste of daddy's cum."



Quite frankly it didn't taste all that great, kinda like salty slime. but It was all part of the game



"Hmmmm, it tastes so good, Daddy." 



"Now clean my cock, princess."



He pushed his cock into my mouth and drained him dry, while he stroked my hair, and I caressed his ass.



Patrick pulled out, and sat back on the couch. He patted his lap.



"C'mere, baby."



I pulled up my panties, and sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and nuzzled up to him like the eager girl he wanted me to be, I couldn't afford to fail my audition after coming this far.



He smiled at me sweetly. I had never seen this side of him. He fondled my tits as he spoke.



"I never knew you had it in you to be such a sweet girl, Danny."



I didn't like him or Anthony calling me Danny while I looked like this. It bothered me, It also kind of bothered me, that it would irritate me to be called Danny. But I knew Patrick's weakness for daddy-daughter porn, so I went in for the kill.



"You mean, Kendra?" I asked like an innocent young girl.



"Yes, I'm sorry, Kendra. Do you like that name?", he echoed my tone.



"Mmm, hmm... its sexy,"



"You're sexy, princess," he smiled, and stroked me through my panties.



I had him. I was the best piece of ass he'd had in nearly a year. I knew he couldn't resist making me his little girl. He was mine, now. I owned him. I would be his little Princess, I'd fuck and suck him good. He would take care of me now. And I knew Patrick, he had cameras everywhere, he would have been recording all of this just so he could relive his victory. Once I got more wiggle room, I could get the recording and blackmail my way out of this. Patrick would never risk letting anyone know he had fucked a guy, or a tranny. 



He kissed me gently, and played with my breasts.



"Do you need daddy to pump up your boobies?"



"Yes, daddy. I wanna have big boobies so I can make lotsa money."



"What do want bigger boobies for?"



"If I'm going to work at your firm, I need bigger boobies. All the girls with big boobies make money, I wanna be like them."



"Daddy's little girl, doesn't need to work for a living. You're gonna be a kept girl. Daddy wants to spoil his little princess. Do you want that?"



"Want what?"



I reach down and stroked his cock in anticipation of his request to pleasure him. Here it comes. You are so mine.



"Do you want to be daddy's slave, his little fuck toy?"



This was NOT what I had in mind. I sat up, and looked at him quizzically.



"I will train you to be my principal ladyboy porn star. I'll give you a new identity. Then you will sign a 5 year contract to work for me exclusively. Any and all deals with other houses will go through me. I'll make you the most sought after Tranny Fuck Monkey on the planet. Maybe, between you and Riley, I could at least have enough leverage to weasel my way back to a respectable lifestyle."



"But I thought..."



"Thought that sweet little girl act of yours was getting to me? That I would let you off the hook?" 



He laughed. "Dani, I've been played by the best there is, and you, darlin', lack the practice. But... you passed your audition. You have what it takes to be an absolute fucking star!"



"You want me to be... a porn star?"



"You're already a whore, sweetie," He said, matter of factly. "And it took less than a day for you to get there. But.. after you get me back to where I was before you fucked me over, your contract will expire, and you'll be a free woman. Maybe be in a position to make a very prosperous living... sucking and fucking for big money. You'll be the Jenna Jameson of tranny porn - maybe own your own company someday."



He slapped my ass, and went back to stroking me through my panties.



I didn't see this coming. I didn't know what to say.



"So, do you pledge yourself to me, or shall I just pump up your titties so you can get off to work? Jimbo has all the accessories to make you his little pony girl, Chris wants to piss on you, after watching his wife fuck you with a giant black dildo. Anthony wants to sneak into your place, tie you up, and and rape you again tonight, but for $35 this time, because he has to come to you."



I hesitated.



"Clocks ticking, darlin'. Time is money in this biz, you know that." 



I was in shock. My plan totally backfired. What was waiting for me as a whore turned my stomach. Being a porn star was a safer, more attractive option, there were regulations pornographers had to follow. But Patrick's slave? I had been his slave before, but not in such a literal sense, and this frightened me a little. But, they say: trust the devil you know...



"Ok, I'll do it."



"Do what?", Patrick asked as he stroked my shoulder. 



"I pledge myself to you."



"I pledge myself to you,... what?"



"I pledge myself to you...m-master."



"Good girl. Daddy will be a good master."



He pushed his fingers into my mouth, I instinctively wrapped my lips around them. He removed them and traced my lips. 

<hr pg="4" />"Who's mouth is this?"



"Yours, daddy."



Patrick lovingly caressed my breasts.



"Who's tits are these?"



"Yours, daddy."



He gently stroked my cock through my panties, as he kissed me deeply.



"Whose cock is this?"



"Yours, daddy," I moaned.



He reached into my panties, and gently pushed his fingers into my ass - finger fucking me, as we made out.



Who's pussy is this?" He was so gentle and loving it took my breath away, I whispered passionately.



"Yours, daddy."



We made out passionately, as he finger fucked my ass. He sucked my titties, while I stroked his cock till it was hard, and then climbed on top of it. He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, as he carried me to his bedroom. He sat on the bed, then laid back, and I rode his cock, fucking him felt so good. Although, if my cock were free, I'd fuck him a different way. Patrick's face was so serene, he was lost in the moment. He had revealed himself to me. All his meanness was a front. I wasn't going to be his slave, he was going to be mine. I had fantasized about having this kind of power, feeling this sexy, being able to manipulate men to get what I wanted. Patrick was in ecstasy as I ground my ass into his cock, and played with my nipples. I had never seen Patrick this vulnerable, he was going to be mine. He began fucking me back, and I could tell he was going to come so I let myself go, and we came together. 



I collapsed on his chest, and we lay there together for a moment in ecstasy. He traced pictures on my back with his fingers. We lay together like 2 lovers. I closed my eyes, and listened to him breathe. 



"That was amazing," I murmurred. 



"Mmm. No, that was just a warm up," he smiled.



"There's more?", I tossed my hair to one side, and giggled like a girl in love.



"Tons. You up for it?"



"As you command, master", I said sarcastic and playful.



"Good. Stand up, and turn around."



I did as he commanded.



He grabbed a pair of pink leather bondage cuffs off the end table, and cuffed my wrists behind me with. He then attached a shiny pink patent leather collar around my neck, and padlocked it shut. He attached a leash to the collar. He wrapped an arm around me as he kissed my neck, and fingered my ass, but I think he knew that just being cuffed and collared was enough to get me genuinely turned on again.



He playfully smiled as he grabbed my leash, and pulled me out of his bedroom.



"Come along, bitch."



I smiled back, wondering where we were going. He led me down the hall to what looked like a bondage room. with a large mirror covering one whole wall, that I assumed was one way glass. 



Patrick took out a clip and attached it to the end of the leash ring, and clipped the other end to a ring on the wall. I was now tethered like a dog. He worked my dress around my hips, and dropped it to the floor. I stepped out of it. He picked it up, and threw it in the corner, and slapped my ass. He turned me around, and kissed me deeply again as he rubbed my crotch. I was so turned on. I lost myself.



"I'm getting so hot, please fuck me, again, Patrick. I need your cock."



"No, you just need 'a' cock." he smiled.



"Don't tease me," I whispered as I tried to kiss him.



Patrick just smiled and pinched my nipples. His eyes brightened.



"Wanna see something?"



"Is it your, big, fat cock?" I teased, staring hungrily into his eyes.



He pulled away, I tried to follow, but the leash kept me in check. His mood shifted.



"See, I know you, too well, Dan. And I know, despite the game you've been playing, that somewhere down the road you're planning to try and fuck me again. I want to show why you'll want to forget about that."



I was suddenly terrified. He grabbed a small stopwatch looking thing off the metal table.



"I'm going to train you to be an obedient and eager slut - hungry for cock at all times. And do you know how I'm going to do that?"



"No, Patrick, wait I..."



He pushed a button on the remote and a SHOCK went through my whole body, like accidentally touching the side of an electrical plug while plugged in, I almost collapsed, as I gasped in pain.



"Your collar is electrically charged, and is controlled from this remote. If you speak without permission, or speak to me without calling me master, or daddy, or hesitate to follow commands eagerly like the good little girl who auditioned to be my fuck toy, you will get a shock... the first time. The second time, it will be a longer shock, and the third time, will be the most intensely long, and painful experience of your life. Do you understand me?"



I whimpered and nodded affirmatively.



"Good, you're learning already. You will not speak unless I tell you to, when you do speak, it will be to beg for cock. If you are not flirting, seducing, or working to get a cock inside you, you will not speak. Do you understand?"



I nodded.



He took keys out of his pocket and unlocked my boots and corset. He unlaced the corset, and let it fall to the floor. I could see in the mirror that, they had indeed liposuctioned me, and that the hour glass shape wasn't totally from the corset. Patrick held a mirror up to my ass so I could see the tramp stamp tattooed on my ass - in flowery script was my new name 'Kendra Cox'. I gasped.



"You like that? You're going to be such a popular icon, that I want to make sure that anytime someone is watching your ass get pounded, they know whose ass it is. I'm gonna make you a brand name, sweetheart. The whole world will know your name, and what a fucking slut you are."



He called into the Hallway, "Riley!"



I heard the familiar sound of heels coming down the hall. I turned to see that conniving bitch Riley round the corner, and walk in wearing a skin tight white PVC catsuit, and white high-heeled knee boots. God she was hot. Even now, knowing what she did to me, I still had the urge to fuck her.



"Hey, baby, what's up?", she lilted - wrapping her arms around Patrick. They kissed passionately.



She looked at me and smiled like we were old friends.



"Hi, Kendra."



She strutted over and french kissed me, and gently cupped my breasts.



"Sorry about all of this, but in a way, you created me, so I had to return the favor."



I looked at her in complete confusion. She giggled and looked over at Patrick.



"She still doesn't recognize me."



I looked at Patrick in confusion. He set the remote down on the table.



"It's okay Kendra, you can speak."



"What is she talking about?"



"You see, when you got Patrick blacklisted, you took away my only source of income," She glared at me. "Still not getting it? Maybe this will ring a bell; when I was an intern, you treated me like shit."



She gave my nipples a hard twist. I shrieked in pain.



I stammered, "Everybody treated the interns like shit. It was company policy. Trial by fire. And you were never an intern for us. I think I would remember YOU." 



She nuzzled in close, and held up her wrist, and on it was a small tattoo of a panda. I knew that tattoo, but the only place I had seen it was on...



"Aaron? Aaron Peters?"



She curtsied.



"It's Riley now."



"But how? Why?"



"Didn't it ever make you wonder why unpaid interns would put up with the level of shit we took from Patrick, for no money? Because we weren't "unpaid" We were helping Patrick launder the money he stole from the company, keeping a cut for ourselves. When you blew the whistle, I saw an opportunity for advancement, so I agreed to give a statement to Frank and Tony, and help them get rid of Patrick. But it backfired when they fired all the interns for being complicit... even me, the witness."



Patrick chimed in, "See once I found out about your secret, Dan, I knew what I wanted to do to you, but it had to be perfect. So I had to see how it would work first, and since Aaron was one the only other people who were directly responsible for my exile, I decided to make him the test subject. He was easy to find. No one would miss him as quickly as they would you. So with the help of my mob friends, I abducted him, brought him here, and spent months turning him into Riley. She was more resistant, as she didn't have your little fetish. She was straight as an arrow, and fought like hell against it. But I turned her into a cock hungry slut, anyway. Then I turned her loose to see what she'd do, who she'd run to for help. How she'd react based on what I had my P.I. dig up on her."



Riley unzipped her catsuit, so I could get a better look at her perfect body, and her flawless D-cups.



"Patrick did such a great job making me look and sound this way, that none of my friends believed that it was me. No one, not even the police, believed the story I told them about how it happened. I didn't have fingerprints on file anywhere, so there was no way to verify my identity. So they dismissed me, told me I was a delusional whore, making up stories."



"I mean who would do something like that, right?" Patrick mused.



Riley continued, as she began braiding my hair, "I couldn't access my accounts, cuz I didn't match my ID picture on file, or have an ATM card. My shitty bank, didn't log my fingerprint. I was completely alone, penniless, and I needed cock so badly, that I would suck-off complete strangers for free. I begged my best friend to fuck me, cuz I needed a cock in my ass desperately. I turned a few tricks on the street. There I discovered my power over men, so I decided to seduce my friends, and a few of them started paying me for sex. My best buddy became my best client, and I moved in with him so I could save money, and be on call to service him. I started to get some semblance of self back. I made enough money to buy some respectable workplace clothes. I interviewed to be a secretary. Got the job. Had to fuck the guy to get it, but I enjoyed it. Everything was fine until they discovered I had no ID, no proof of citizenship, they couldn't hire me. No one could - I was fucked. I came home told my new roomy what happened, and he was finally convinced that my story about Patrick was true, and that I was completely undocumented, and essentially didn't exist. But he also he knew no one would come looking for Riley. So he tied me up, and made me his slave. He'd even invite all our friends over and let them use me for entertainment, like a sex toy. This was going to be my future - a living fuck doll, with no will of her own."



I was flabbergasted. Patrick smiled knowingly.



"I had my P.I. watching her the whole time. And when I felt like she was completely broken, I rescued her, and made her my assistant. That's when I explained why I did what I did to her. And when I told her my plans for her, and for you, she was eager to help. Not long after, we started fucking. Best lover I've ever had. I'll never go back to regular girls. And I thought, if I could make Riley out of Aaron, oh what things I could do to you. I was certain that I could get you to choose to surrender to me, to be mine. but that wasn't enough for Riley."



She finished braiding my hair into sexy pigtails. She tied each one off with a pretty pink bow. She reached over and grabbed a pair acrylic platform heels off the table - the one's I wore when she first transformed me. They were hers.



"You see, you are as much responsible for what happened to me, as Patrick, if not more. If you had just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have ever happened. So I couldn't wait to put you in my shoes. You turned me into a fucking sex doll, Danny. Now it's your turn," She said sweetly.



She dropped the shoes on the floor at my feet. She rubbed my cock through my panties, and kissed me deeply, I was so horny, and my junk was hurting from the stretching.



Patrick stepped in, and she snuggled in close to him.



"Everything up to this point was my idea. Everything from here on out was hers. I was perfectly happy to have you just be a whore, but my sweet lover here, convinced me that you had so much more potential."



A cold shiver went down my spine. She pulled her hard cock out of her catsuit, and stroked her cock.



"Forgive me, if I don't tell you just yet what awaits you. I don't want to spoil the surprise."



She grabbed my newly braided pig tails, and forced my head down onto her cock, as Patrick laughed. She fucked my mouth till I nearly gagged. 



She lightly dragged her fingertips across my shoulders, as she walked behind me. She bent me over, and shoved her cock into my ass. I gasped. She pumped me slowly as she spoke.



"You know, Danny, I never got to be with a girl before I became one, so you're the only girl I've ever been with. I'll always cherish that we lost our virginity to each other - my cock, your ass - and your first porno scene." 



She pushed me down further making my ass stick out invitingly. She slapped my ass firmly.



"I'm in a bit of a mood today, sweetie, so sorry if it gets a bit rough."



She grabbed my pigtails and fucked me like a wild dog. She pulled out before I could get off. I was still bucking, almost at climax.



"Oh, god, don't stop," I said desperately. 



She came around front and slapped me in the face hard.



"You'll address me as Mistress or Mommy! And lesson number one, slut, when it comes to orgasms it's better to be the man in the relationship." 



She forced my mouth back onto her cock, and came down my throat. Her cum was sweeter than Patricks, at least, but my face stung, and I still needed to cum. Riley grabbed my face and kissed me. And then strutted out of the room.



"I'm going to bed sweetie, don't play with your toys too late."



"Just finishing up, darlin'."



Patrick went to the closet, and pulled out a pretty pink under-bust corset with garters, white stockings with lacy tops and little white bows on the top, and placed them on the ground at my feet. He silently removed the black boots I was wearing, pulled my stockings off, and dressed me in the new pink outfit. He strapped Riley's acrylic shoes to my feet, and then pad locked them in place. He wiped my make-up off with some alcohol soaked wet wipes. And applied a new layer of tinted lip gloss that matched the hot pink of my lips to the pink corset. He then cinched the corset so tight I thought I'd pass out. He padlocked it shut, I squirmed, and panted as I tried to relieve the pressure on my sides.



"Sorry, princess, but if you're going to have a smoking-hot body like your Mistress Mommy, we have to train your waist, so just take small breaths"



I could barely breathe. I looked in the mirror, with my fresh face sporting just the tattooed make-up, my plump shiny pink lips, the braided pig tails, the pink corset, my little boobies, white stockings, and sexy clear acrylic pumps I looked like one of those girls in a barely legal porn, and that was the part I supposed to play - daddy's little fuck toy. 



I panted, gasped, and moaned as my crotch was on fire, and I really need to cum. Patrick wrapped one arm around my waist, played with my tits with the other and looked at me over my should in the mirror.



"I want to do the dirtiest things to you right now, princess, but it'll just have to wait till morning," He said, as he rubbed my cock some more driving me insane.



He picked up the harness I recognized as the breast pump. He squirted some cocoa butter into his hand, and rubbed it onto my breasts.



"Let's get those little flapjacks pumped up, shall we?"



He fit the harness onto me, and fired it up. I could feel it tug on my breasts, the sensation on my nipples was rather strong, the tingling combined with the way I looked, and Riley not finishing me off, I was so hard, the glue on my cock and balls, tugging painfully. I gasped in pain.



"You really need a cock right now, don't you, darlin'." He rubbed my swollen manhood.



"What do you think?", I clenched.



He walked to the table, grabbed the remote and held the button down, every inch of my body was in agony, I couldn't breathe. He let up, and my mind went blank. 



"Didn't quite catch that, sweetheart. Come again?"



"Please, daddy," I whimpered.



"You want daddy to fuck your sweet little ass, pumpkin?"



"Yes, daddy, please fuck me."



Patrick nestled in behind me, and rubbed his crotch against my ass. I pressed backward to meet him. He reached up and grabbed my hair, and tugged my head back, and shoved a candy apple red ball gag into my mouth, and buckled the straps, then came one of those little silver padlocks. I complained through the gag, but all that came out was muffled murmurs.



"I have to say, I am very pleased that you have learned how to use you mouth for it's intended purpose, but I need rest. I have a busy day tomorrow, and I can't have my little toy begging to be fucked all night. You see, these pumps are going to be working all through the night to get you up to a full C by tomorrow. So all of this this will serve two purposes. You need to get use to having your mouth open and filled with something, and since I need your ass to be able to handle cocks much bigger than mine or Mistress Riley's, your little pussy back here is gonna need some stretching."



He wheeled a steel stand with pole on the end of it over, and positioned it behind me. He then went to the table, where there were 4 different sized gel dildos, and picked up a thick 10 inch dong, and attached it to the end of the stand, coated it with lube, pushed my panties aside, and inserted the tip of it into my ass. It was about Anthony's size, so I was sure I could handle it, but GOD it felt HUGE, it hurt worse than Anthony's cock. It had to be the girth. I took a moment to try and adjust to it. God it was so painful.



"Now, I know that seems a bit thick, princess, but you'll have to ride this giant rod till you cum, to get any relief from the pressure you've got building down there. That should loosen up your tight little pussy enough for what awaits you tomorrow"



I cried in pain as he attached my wrist cuffs to a cable coming down from the ceiling, he drew the cable tight, forcing my arms up behind me, bringing me forward and down, till the top of my head was pressed against the wall, and my ass jutted out. He adjusted the dildo behind me to be sure it wouldn't slide out of me, and dropped a 50 pound sandbag on the base of the stand. He pulled me back onto the giant dildo. I screamed through the ball gag, and pulled away, banging my head against the wall. He laughed.



"Oh, I almost forgot." 



He turned on the plasma TV on the far wall. I turned to look, and there I was on camera from 4 different angles. As well as 4 angles on the couch where I auditioned to be his slut.



"As you know, I record everything. And can monitor the feed from just about anywhere. Your audition, your little orgy last night, and all of your training will all be on your first release. Its just a shame I wasn't there to capture your best friend raping you, but maybe I can pay him to re-enact it for me later on. I know you thought you were going to be able to blackmail me with our sex tape, but hitting bottom changes a man, makes him rethink his priorities. Riley was my first tranny. And as you surely aware of by now, sex with her can be life changing."



He leaned in close again, stroked my hair, ran his fingers up the side of my stockinged leg, and stroked my glued-down cock, driving me insane.



"I'm going to make you suffer for what you did to me, you little cunt. You'll hate me worse than you ever could have imagined before I took your life away. But... I promise you this: eventually, you'll come to love your new life, your beautiful, sexy shemale body, and the almost magical power you'll have over men. But... in the end, it's a man's world... so I can assure you, you will spend the rest of your life getting fucked."



And with that, he pulled me back onto the dildo, shoving it all the way inside me, and held me there as I writhed and squealed in pain. It took a few moments for my sphincter to adjust. As my body adjusted, and my cries subsided. Patrick worked me up and down on the dildo. The pumps tugged on my tits - driving me insane. Soon, the pain in my crotch overwhelmed the pain in my ass. I had no choice. 

<hr pg="5" />I began to ride the dildo slowly. I moaned with pleasure as I slowly fucked myself. 



"This is such a poetic allegory for our relationship, Daniel. Twice you fucked me; figuratively the first time, and quite literally the second, but ultimately you were just fucking yourself." 



I moaned through the gag, partly from the fucking I was giving myself, but mostly in despair.



Patrick moved for the door. Just before he left he said,



"Get some sleep, if you can. You're going to need it. Tomorrow we crush what's left of Dan, and finally set that gorgeous, cock-hungry little slut inside you free."



As he walked away, the room began to spin. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen from the gag, and from the corset not letting me breathe, but I began to feel drunk, like when Anthony was fucking me.



I stared down at my sexy acrylic shoes, the silk stockings that ran up my leg with those cute little bows on the top, attached to garters on the satin corset, that was cinching my waist into such a sexy hourglass shape. I could feel my breasts being expanded, I looked up at the monitor to watch my realtime porn film playing out, and despite everything I'd been through this night, I found myself painfully attracted to the girl on TV. 



She was the girl of my dreams... 



Kendra Cox. 



I wanted to fuck her. 



I was fucking her. 



I was her.



A few seconds later, I orgasmed so hard I passed out. 

