Blackmailed and coerced to enter an unfamiliar lobby

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  • #56166
     lucy_in_pink 
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    He was a sometime business partner, somewhat older, charming, confident. We had been out drinking and I must have passed out. I awoke, groggy, confused. I didn’t know at the time, but he had drugged me to make me extremely suggestible.

    I dumbly followed his instructions to strip, follow him to the bathroom, apply an evil smelling and stinging cream everywhere below the neck and wait. After standing for a few minutes, my skin burning, he told me to shower long and hard.

    The water pressure was stronger than anything I had experienced in a domestic shower. After a few minutes the water turned icy cold and I shrieked from the shock. I began to move out of the shower, but he raised his hand to indicate that I should stay. The icy water cascaded over me and I couldn’t stop shivering. Finally the water stopped and he threw me the tiniest of towels.

    I rubbed myself all over with the towel, drying myself and trying to get my circulation going. I was hairless, of course. He threw me a plastic bottle of moisturising cream and said “All over.” I complied and flinched when my tiny appendage twitched at the feeling of my hands on my newly smooth legs.

    He indicated that I should follow him into what appeared to be the bedroom of a 12 year old girl.  Pink was the dominant colour. There were 4 fetish outfits on the bed. He pointed to the first and told me to put it on. “Come,” he said and we returned to the downstairs lounge. He sat in a large, throne-like armchair, then switched on a TV.

    On it, a girl, dressed in exactly what I was now wearing knelt before the armchair he was sitting in and kissed and was then sucking his prodigous member. He clicked his fingers and pointed to a spot between his knees. “You know what to do,” he remarked.

    I wanted to run away screaming, but the drug left me no option, but to comply. Moments later, I was licking, then sucking him. “You little COCKSUCKER,” he crowed and it occurred to me that whatever else happened in my life, I would never be able to erase or undo this moment and that I would henceforth always be a cocksucker.

    He came with a grunt some minutes later and I was unable to contain the huge load. Some shot straight down my gullet, but much spilled out of my mouth and onto the floor. After I had gently sucked him some more, he pointed to the floor and said “Don’t waste any!” I bent down and licked up all the liquid I could find.

    In the next hours, this scenario was repeated with me wearing the 3 other outfits. Twice he took me anally over the back of the sofa. I had experimented a little with anal toys in the past, but nothing prepared me for the sensation of being full and stretched. He came inside me both times.

    Later he made me strip, then pointed to my own clothing and said “You can go now, you cocksucking slut!” I dressed quickly and left, shaking all the way home. The drug seemed to have all but worn off.

    Days later I received a DVD in the post. On it was a film of me preparing myself, dressing and then being used. Anyone watching it would assume that I was a willing and enthusiastic participant. There was a note “I’ll be in touch, cocksucker!” The word made me cringe, but I knew that it was a label that would now always apply to me.

    A couple of weeks later, as I was leaving my apartment for work, he was outside, leaning against his top-of-the-range BMW. “Get in,” he snapped. “But I have to go to work …” I began, but he interrupted “I’ve sorted everything with your boss. Now get in!”

    I hesitated still, so he grabbed me whilst opening the car door and shoved me in. I was wearing my normal work clothes, casual and nondescript, chinos and a shirt and pullover. My body hair had begun to grow back. I heard a click and assumed he had activated the child locks. I was trapped.

    He drove for about 30 minutes and pulled up right in front of a tall office building with much glass. There was another click and it seems that the child locks had been released.

    “You have two minutes to get in there,” he growled, “Don’t make me get out and ‘help’ you!” I climbed out of the car and moved hesitantly towards the entrance. I looked back at him and he held up his watch.

    I entered the lobby …

     

    #56253
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    I wait at the door and see the BMW pull up. Here he comes as he walks in being told byanother man. I look at him.

     

    “Come with me.”

     

    I take him to a room. We go into a room and door closes and is lock shut. I point to the sofa with a silky pink dress with nylons, panty, and bra.

     

    “Strip and put those clothes on.”

     

    I wait. He is going to look pretty.

     

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    #56255
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    I stand around for just seconds, befóre I hear a voice, which seems not unkind, but also has a slight sharp and authoratitive edge. As she tells me to go with her, I blush, look around the lobby quickly and follow her.

    The clothes on the sofa are perhaps the girliest items I have ever seen and she wants me to wear them? Not in this lifetime!

    I hesitate and feel my already flushed cheeks redden further. I clear my throat, then clear it again and timidly begin “Er …” (that came out as quite a high pitched squeak) “Er … I’m afraid there must have been some terrible mistake. I don’t know what this place is, but I have a job and a life and I need to get back to those right this minute, thank you very much.”

    I find that I cannot look her in the face, but I steel myself and start to move towards the door.

    #56256
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    I go to the television and turn it on. Show hik the DVD in the four outfits and having sex with a man.

     

    “Why, you did not mind when you were enjoying yourself with this man. NOW, get dress in those clothes.”

     

    I point to the clothes on the sofa.

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    #56258
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    The scenes on the screen seem somehow even more incriminating than on the DVD I had seen. Somehow I seemed completely involved in and enthusiastic about the lewd activities.

    I shudder and turn an even darker shade of puce. I begin to sob and can hardly get the words out: “B… But, I was forced. He dr… drugged me. I know it l… looks like I’m willing, but he m… made me do it.”

    I look around me. She is between me and the door, but she is no bigger than I am. Something tells me that she is the more athletic of the two of us, but I feel that I at least have to try.

    I brush against her slightly as I dash for the door. It is either locked or much, much heavier that I expected. My legs tangle and I trip land heavily on my backside. I am breathing heavily. Big hot tears are pouring out of my eyes. I just look at the floor.

    #56260
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    He pasts me and get to the door. But when it closes, it locked us in here. He tries to open it but he falls down. I look at him as he starts to cry.

     

    “Really look at how you are smiling changing into the girlie outfits. Bending over nicely over the sofa so he can fuck you. And look there how you slide your mouth down his cock sucking him off and licking up his cum. Stop crying like a girl or I will give you a good reason to cry. NOW GET DRESS.”

     

    I stand there looking down on him on the floor.

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    #56261
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    I remain sitting on the floor sobbing. I try to slow and deepen my breathing and the sobs gradually die down.

    For the first time, I look her directly in the eyes and snarl “I’m not going to dress in those ridiculous clothes and I want to see someone in authority. Now, please.”

    I pause and repeat “NOW!”

     

    #56266
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Look I have seen your resignation letter to your boss. You stated you don’t want to be a male any more. You want to be a girl and be with your boyfriend. He is also going to be your boss because you want to be a Bimbo Secretary. You are going to live with him, He will be your boyfriend. So, get dress little girl you have a lot of training to learn your new job.”

     

    I am getting angry.

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    #56283
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Part of me is unable to comprehend her words, yet part of me feels every syllable as if it is a hammer blow. I feel dizzy and sick. A huge tremor rocks through my body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. I feel myself falling forwards onto my hands and am in the position of a young child pretending to be a horse or some other quadruped.

    Somehow, in an odd way appropriately, I find myself panting like a dog or a woman practising at a class for expectant mothers. I find it odd and disturbing, that this image of myself, in an iconic, but undeniable female role, pops into my mind.

    I am whimpering, trying to catch my breath. I raise myself onto my haunches and am now kneeling before you. I spread my arms and hands in supplication and start to plead. No coherent sounds come out for some time, just quick breaths and squeaks.

    Finally, I kind of find my voice and am able to force out breathy and somewhat high-pitched words in a staccato rhythm: “Please … please … you must … h… help me! There has … there has … been … a h… huge mistake. I d… did not sign anything! Please … please … please I nee… I need to talk to someone. Please … (whimper) … please … (whimper) … please!”

    #56290
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    I look at him.

     

    “I can get you some help dear. I will call two guards over and they will help you. Undress and dress you into your pretty girlie clothes. But then you will have to pay them for their being their cocksucker for a week or two. Do you want me to call them?”

     

    I pull out my cell phone.

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    #56292
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Still on my knees, I pant and plead “There has been a mistake! Pl… please listen to me. I am not sup… supposed to be here! I don’t want any tr… trouble, but please, listen to me.”

    Your face is like stone, no indication of softening. The television is still showing scenes of my degradation in a loop. I see my mouth being used quite brutally as I kneel in a skimpy schoolgirl outfit. I KNOW that I am a cocksucker and that this is something I will never be able to undo. I shudder as I think of the burly security guards I saw when I was in the lobby.

    Suddenly, I feel light-headed, floaty, but strangely confident. “I insist that you call the police,” I state as firmly as possible, but my voice is shaky and higher-pitched than usual. “I insist that you call the police, NOW” I repeat.

    #56295
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    I laugh.

     

    “For what?”

     

    I look at the television/

     

    “Look at you in your sexy schoolgirl outfit licking the cum off the floor. You quit your job to be a girlie cocksucker and sex toy to your boyfriend. We have the contract and we have been paid. So stop your sissy whining and get dress, LUCY.”

     

    I look straight at her.

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    #56337
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    When she says ‘Lucy’ I seem to black out for a split-second and then feel wide awake and somehow different. I can’t put my finger on what might have changed.

    Clearly pleading and whining isn’t going to get me anywhere. I look at the door again, but realise that is not an option right now.

    I try to think frantically of a new possible approach. I stand shakily and move hesitantly towards the sofa. Trembling, I pick up one of the gossamer stockings. They must be 10 or maybe even 5 denier. It will take nothing for them to tear.

    I turn to her, still holding the stocking and plead softly “I’m sweaty and smelly. I’d hate to stink up these … er … lovely clothes. Er … maybe there is somewhere I can freshen up first?”

    Maybe if I can get to a bathroom, I can lock myself in or maybe there will be a window or some other way of escape.

     

    #56378
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Lucy, I know you were going to work when you were brought here. So, you don’t need to shower. So, Lucy quit stalling and get yourself dress.”

     

    I point to the television as she is changing her outfit for her boyfriend.

     

    “Look you had no problems dressing up for him or do you need a maan in here watching you. Does that turn you ON? I can call a guad to come over and watch you get dress.”

     

    At least I am close to making progress.

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    #56389
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    When hearing my new name for the second time, I shudder again and feel some of my resistance weaken, but I am still frantically thinking of a way to get out of this crazy situation.

    I sniff theatrically at my armpit and pull a disgusted face. I try to avoid looking at the TV, but cannot completely block out the sound track, which consists of derogatory words and instructions. The word ‘cocksucker’ features prominently and every time I hear the word, I salivate and run my tongue slowly across and around my lips.

    I still have a stocking in my hand and grab it with my other hand as well. It takes no pressure at all to tear the flimsy fabric apart. I let the fragments slip through my fingers and float to the floor.

    “Whoops,” I exclaim with a wan smile, “er … this stuff doesn’t seem up to the job!”

    #56391
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    I have had enough.

     

    “Fine LUCY. I will call the police. Of course two of our security guards will escort them. After the police review the DVD, get a notarized copy of your letter and the paid contract, The police will laugh at you and leave. There is no story you can tell them. Look at how you are smiling on the television as he is fucking your ass. Of course I will help you and asks other questions like which do you like the best, sucking cock or being fuck in the ass? So, you like to be spank like a girl? Do you really want a full transformation of just what is in the contract you sign, Lucy Licks?”

     

    I pull out my phone and start dialing.

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    #56397
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    I find myself giggling shyly when my – why am I thinking of it as ‘my’? – name is uttered. At the very moment she says ‘security guards’, I register the word ‘cocksucker’ from the TV and lick my lips lewdly. I feel myself sinking into this new persona, but I cannot surrender.

    I look my tormentor up and down and suddenly feel rage coursing through me and start screaming in her face: “Just because you tart yourself up like a whore doesn’t mean that I want to. I’m f*cking sick of this f*cking nonsense. Open this f*cking door now. I’m leaving, you f*cking slut!”

    #56425
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Really Lucy.”

     

     

    I stand there looking at her.

     

    “Hi security, I am just informing you that I am calling the police for Lucy. I know but she wants it so to have the security guards excort to the indoc room. Thank you.”

     

    I smile at her.

     

    “I give you one thing. You do not care what other people will think of you after this. The report goes to the police blotter which the news people read. They write stories and get the pictures of you and expose you as a pervert. And with the cable news it could go nationwide Nobody will hire you because of it. I will call the police for you now Lucy.”

     

    I start to dial again calling the police for Lucy.

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    #56429
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    When I hear that name – my name? – for the third time, I feel suddenly light-headed and also slightly euphoric. I hear soft voices in my head “Lucy, Lucy, ass so juicy” and find myself giggling to myself and feeling warm and fuzzy all over. The voices taunt me further “Weak not burly, Lucy’s girly!”

    I am lost in my own  world of pink marshmallows for a time, grinning inanely. I pick up the other stocking and twirl it through my fingers …

    But my rebellious side will not be denied. The girly fuzz dissipates and I feel indignation and hot anger. I rip the second stocking to shreds and throw the pieces in your direction.

    I swiftly grab the frilly monstrosity of a dress, determined to rip it to shreds too. The soft voices return in my head, louder now and more insistent “Weak and girly, blonde and curly.” I scoff to myself “I am not blonde,” but then find myself imagining what it might be like to have a mane of blonde, curly hair.

    The anger takes over again and I strain to pull the dress apart, but it as if all strength now flows out of my arms. I can barely keep them up, let alone use them to violently tear this material. My arms feel weak and feeble and the dress now feels ever so heavy. I have no choice but to drop it to the floor. My arms drop limply to my sides.

    I feel panic. “What is happening to me?” I stand there dumbly and watch you, phone in hand, uncertain what the next minutes may bring. At least she said the police would come. Maybe a chance to sort out this nonsense.

    #56430
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    My phone rings before I can make the call to the police. I answer it.

     

    “Hello?”

     

    “Yes Frank, that is true. Really?”

     

    I laugh.

     

    “Yes, I will wait for them to come her to take over. They would be perfect for Lucy.”

     

    I close my phone.

     

    “Well Lucy, congrats. You have two new trainers coming to take over., Joe and Frank. Those two are five times harder on our new students. You just put yourself in what I call ‘DEEP KIM CHEE.’ Enjoyb learning your new future.”

     

    I put the phone back in my pocket and go to the back door waiting for the knock from Joe and Frank.

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    #56431
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Oddly, I find myself grinning and preening once again when I hear her say ‘Lucy’ and her mention of Joe and Frank coincides with the whispered word “Cocksucker” from the TV and I find myself licking my lips and wondering if they are hunks.

    I snap out of this ditzy persona and want to vent or protest again, but I feel weak and helpless. I sit down heavily on the sofa and put my head in my hands.

    Does this mean I will soon be free? I feel anything but certain of this.

    #56434
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Joe and Frank are going to enjoy being with you. I know they love to have their students airtight. Yes Lucy one of them will fuck you as the other slides his cock down your mouth. Your mouth and ass will be fill. You will be airtight with no holes left open. But, that is what happens when you you call me with dirty filthy names and I know they will wash your mouth out with soap as the other spanks you. You ask for it. You got it.”

     

    I wait by the back door.

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    #56435
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    On the TV screen, I am dressed as a maid – my memories of that day are disjointed and blurred. I am somehow standing in ridiculously high heels as I manoeuvre a vacuum cleaner around a carpet.  My tormentor, from three or four weeks ago, enters the picture and grabs and gropes me, forcing me to drop the vacuum cleaner. He pinches and pulls at my non-existent breasts, then puts a rough hand up my skirt and pinches my rear quite painfully.

    He grabs my shoulders roughly and twists me round, forcing me on to my knees in front of him. His fly hangs already open and his impressive length stands erect. “Time for you to be the vacuum cleaner,” he snorts with a chuckle, then grabs my ears and forces his cock to the back of my throat. I gag. Hot tears leap from my eyes. “Get it wet or we’ll never get it in,” he challenges.

    I look away from the screen, but look back shortly afterwards to see myself slurping enthusiastically as he repeatedly violates my throat. Some sense of foreboding comes over me. Why am I so willing? Vague thoughts of drugs and hypnotic triggers whirr through my mind.

    On the screen, he thrusts deep into my throat one last time, then withdraws, squirting a huge load all over my face and hair. At precisely that instant I hear the “Cocksucker” mantra once more and find myself licking my lips.

    I sink deeper into the sofa, head still in my hands and wait.

     

     

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    #56437
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Your boyfriend was nice to you. Joe and Frank are very mean when the have a new student. They love to punis their stdent for any small disobedience.. There is only one way you can get out of being with them. But you don’t want to be with me a fucking slut. I will never let you fuck me anyway.”

     

    I look at my watch.

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    #56438
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Boyfriend? I shudder at the very thought, but know that discussion with her is futile. Once again, at precisely the moment she mentions Joe and Frank, the word ‘Cocksucker’ is whispered on TV and I lick my lips.

    I look up at her. She said something about a way out, but I have a more urgent question: “B… but what about the police?!”

    #56486
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “Main office decided against that because it would get out all about you being a sissy slut. Instead you will be Joe and Frank sissy sex toy. The main office tis tired being nice to you since the way you yelled at me.”

     

    I stand at the and look at my watch again.

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    #56496
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Part of me wants to sink back into a fluffy land of pink marshmallows, where no thoughts are needed, where others determine my every move …

    … but the ire and panic are still there, deep down and attempt to arouse me. What did she say? No police?

    I feel so weak and weedy, not sleepy exactly, just foggy and blurry. I put on my sweetest and most polite voice and ask “A c… contract?! You said something about a c… contract. I signed nothing! Can I … can I look at this c… contract?”

    #56525
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    My phone rings again.

     

    “Hello, yes sir.”

     

    I turn to Lucy.

     

    “Lucy do you remember the case against a guy name Sam. He went to court about his contract He went to court and loss. Here she is as Suzie Sucks.”

     

    I point to the television as the office shows her picture.

     

     

     

    “Pretty and sexy isn’t she? Now are you sure you want the police here?

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    #56544
     lucy_in_pink 
    Participant

    Ever time I hear ‘my’ name, I blush and giggle and feel warm and fuzzy, but my indignation, bubbling under the surface, always returns. I feel a tightness in my chest. It is like walls are closing in on me.

    Something she said a few minutes ago pops back into my head. I can’t recall exactly what it was, but …

    I look down at the shreds of stockings all over the floor. I avoid her question about my wanting the police here and ask one of my own: “Did … d… did you say … a few minutes ago … th… that there was maybe some way out of this for me?”

    At her mercy or at the mercy of two burly security guards? Neither prospect thrills me. I look again at Suzie Sucks on the TV screen, whilst waiting for her reply.

    #56568
     tinaplaytoy 
    Participant

    “I think if you were completely dress in that outfit and tell Joe and Frank that you got mad when you accidently put a run in the nylon you were putting on. That you really want to be Lucy Licks and want to serve your boyfriend. There is a tube of lipstick and do your lips. You must convince Joe and Frank that I over reacted.”

     

    I stay by the door.

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