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Archive-name: Bondage/hostile2.txt

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Archive-title: Hostile Takeover (2)





     And that's how Sonia and Evelyn find me, bound spread-eagle in

the doorway, when they call Lena for breakfast.



     Both girls are freshened up from their exertions and

excitingly clad in outfits that leave me groaning with desire.  And

I'm still in misery an hour later, after Lena leaves and they come

back for me.



     "Please."  I beg.  "I've told you what you wanted.  Please let

me go."



     WHACK!



     Sonia smacks my poor tender bottom with a bent up coat hanger

and snarls:



     "Yeah!  Real cute!  Only your boss' files are no good without

your personal counter-code.  Now, do you want to give us that, or

do I give you more of this?"



     WHACK!WHACK!



     I hadn't counted on this.  I knew all along that they wouldn't

get any of the really important stuff without James Parry's

counter-codes (which I had just changed), but I figured by the time

they caught on to that, I'd be long gone.  Only now they want the

rest of it, and I wonder what they'll do to get it.



     WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!!!!!



     Suddenly, Evelyn is close in front of me.  Excitingly close,

teasing and caressing as she whispers:



     "Tell you what:  just give us the codes and you can have us

both.  Mmmmmm, I can tell that excites you.  Well?  NO!  What's the

matter?  Don't you want us?"



     "I'll bet he prefers guys!"  Sonia giggles.



     "Is that it?"  Evelyn nuzzles my neck.  "Would you like us to

pretty you up and bring in a couple of men to party with you?"



     "No!  No please!  Just pleeese let me go!"



     "No way, Sweetie!"  Sonia says.  "You're just too sweet and

sexy for us to ever let loose!"



     Tell you what," Evelyn smiles, "how about if I give you some

nice clothes to wear?  Then will you tell us?"



     "Wh-What kind of C-Clothes?"



     "You'll see, Sweetie!"



     They release my arms and lace my hands tightly into a single

mitten, bent up behind me and tethered to a tight leather collar

around my neck.



     Sonia unties my ankles from the door frame and leads me over

to the same chair I was tied in last night.  Now, however, I must

kneel in front of it and put my face in the seat while Evelyn

busies herself above me, lacing a strong leather belt crushingly

tight around my waist.



     "Now let's see about putting you in a nice position," she

muses.



     A stout leather cord runs down from the front of the belt,

through my crotch, and up between my ass-cheeks, through a metal

ring at the back, then down to the fetters at my ankles.



     "See how cute!"  Evelyn teases.  "It keeps you kneeling

sweetly, showing off your breasts and butt for your future

boyfriends."



     "Please...not that...I couldn't face..."



     "You won't have to face it."  Sonia puts blinders over my

eyes.  Now, not another word until we give you permission to tell

us the counter-codes."



     And she clamps my tongue in a strong leather clip, forcing me

to hold open my mouth and stick out my tongue.



     Blind, immobilized, and totally vulnerable, I kneel on the

carpeted floor...hear the clicks of Sonia approaching me from

behind in her high heels...smell her perfume...hear the terrifying

"Swissh!" of the paddle ...and then...



     SMACK!



     It's awful.  By now my poor ass is so sensitive that any

contact at all is sheer agony.  And Sonia is pounding me with all

her strength!



     "NNNLLRRGGHHH!"



     I want to beg for mercy, but the tongue clamp makes my speech

totally unintelligible.



     "What was that?"  Sonia asks sweetly.  "Did you say 

you want to give us those codes?"



     Yes, yes!  I thought. I'll tell you anything, everything!



     But all that came out was "Gggglleffffhhhgg!"



     "Sounds to me like he's asking for more of this treatment." 

Evelyn smirks from somewhere across the room.



     SMACK!



     "Gloobahgh!  Gloobagh!"



     "Hear that?  He said he wants to be all pretty for his

boyfriends!"



     "How sweet," Evelyn laughs, "let's get started."



     The maddening tongue clamp remains in place...but that's all,

as the gleeful tormentresses replace my ankle cuffs with silk

stockings, tied tightly around my ankles and thighs.  My leather

belt and mitten are exchanged for a strong red taffeta apron,

lashing my wrists behind me..and my head is bent painfully back by

an ingenious ribbon arrangement that laces in my hair and upper

arms, pulling my shoulders back and chest out as Sonia tugs

playfully on the free end.



     Evelyn leans back against a mirror, legs spread wide.



     "Know why we took off the blinders, pet?"  she teases.  "So

you can see how sweet you look.  Crawl up between my legs now, and

get a good look at yourself, you little Sissy!"



     It's horrid!  Smooth-skinned, hair-ribboned, and ass-nude

except for that humiliating apron, I crawl to the commands of these

cruel dominas..and worse yet, they make sure that beneath the apron

I'm still embarrassingly erect, teasing me with their lush bodies

and the smooth, rustling taffeta over my privates until I could

weep with shame.



     "Hmmm," Sonia muses brightly, "if just this apron gets him all

excited, I wonder what a little more feminization will do for him?"



     "One way to find out!"  Evelyn laughs.



     Laughing merrily, they deck me out in crushingly tight pink

silk panties... thigh length dark hose... see-through peach-colored

nightie.  Black satin garterbelt... black patent pumps with six

inch heels, painfully small... a strong black waist cinch laced

breathtakingly snug about my middle... Evelyn pulls this as tight

as she can, then ties my elbows to it with ribbons.



     Now they start in on me with makeup:  Eye shadow and long,

dark lashes... Eyebrows plucked into a high quizzical arch...

rouged cheeks... bright red lipstick in a cute pout... shimmering

curls in my hair... and earrings.



     Now they dress themselves in revealing swimsuits, with high-

cut bottoms and low-cut tops that spill out their abundant charms. 

Sonia is just fastening her tiny bra for maximum effect, when

Evelyn removes my tongue clamp -- at last! -- and leads me up to

her.



     "Look at you!"  Sonia sneers, "aren't you just sooo sweeet!"



     "Well?"  Evelyn prompts.  "Are you ready to give us what we

want?  Or do we call in every guy and gal in your office to see you

like this?"



     "Yeah!"  Sonia adds, "I hear there's going to be a big

Stockholder's Meeting in a few days.  Would you like us to parade

you around in front of them this way?"



     The Stockholder's Meeting! I think, Maybe there's a chance for

ma after all!  If I can just give these fiends what they asked for

and find out who the mysterious `Gwendolyn' is behind all this,

then maybe, just maybe, I can get back to my normal appearance and

show everyone at the meeting the lengths this person (whoever it

is) has gone to, to get control of the company.  It's my only hope!



     "Pease!" I say, "I-I know I'm in no position to make deals

with you... but if you'll just promise to let me go before that

meeting... and tell me who you're working for... I'll tell you

everything you want to know and I'll pay you twice whatever you're

getting now!"



     And, to my surprise, they accept!



     I spend the next few hours at the vanity table, writing out

the last access codes and account numbers I know. Then they make me

sign "my boss'" name (actually my own!) to various documents.



     "Of Course,"  Sonia explains, "Once these papers are taken to

Court, the handwriting analysis will show their forged -- and that

you did them!  But by that time, we'll have taken everything we

need from your boss' Stocks, Bank Accounts, even his apartment!



     I try to disguise my own handwriting, but they have me sign so

many, many things that... when I finally finish, I've given up

almost everything I own to these women... but I keep telling myself

I can get it all back if I just get to that meeting.  And this

looks like my only way of doing it!



     But the release I hoped for so desperately doesn't come! 

Instead, Sonia gathers up all the papers and takes them off "to

show Gwendolyn" while Evelyn changes into a form-fitting leather

cat-suit and proceeds to lace a curious pair of satin gloves up my

arms, nearly to my shoulders.



     "You'll like these," she smiles, "they have eyelets, laces,

and snaps all over, so I can put those soft, weak arms of yours in

dozens of positions -- see?'



     She laces them cruelly behind me, so that my elbows nearly

touch.  Then she changes my silken corset and stockings for leather

ones.



     "But-but I thought you were going to let me go!" I protest.



     "This is what you get for thinking!" She straps a leather gag

between my teeth!



     As she moves about me, changing my bondage, her soft leather

costume keeps brushing over my bare shoulders and chest, her gloved

fingers toy with my nipples and tickle my armpits teasingly ...



     "Whew!" She says at last. "This cat-suit is hot! I'm really

working up a sweat in here.  Hope you appreciate it, because I'm

doing it just to get it ready for you!"



     Does she really mean to put me into that?  I want to scream,

but all I can do is drool helplessly into the leather strap as

Evelyn undresses before my eyes.



     "Time for me to freshen up," she says, "and you can help."



     She lays me on the carpet .. none too gently! .. and

rearranges my bonds ("See how handy this is?") until my legs and

arms are braced beneath me, arching my chest upwards.  She stands

over me for a minute then, an incredible sight in heels, hose, and

garterbelt, proceeds to use me as her makeup bench!



     "Mmmm," she sighs, running a comb through her raven black

tresses.  "You sure are comfy with that smooth chest of yours."



     She wiggles her bare bottom across it for emphasis until I

think I'll faint with desire, either that or shame!



     "But just wait till Sonia and I make it even cushier!  Oh,

there she is now.  Back already. Nice as this is, I'd better get

dressed."



     "How'd it go darling?'



     Evelyn kisses her girlfriend passionately as they meet.  From

my position on the floor, the sight of them -- Evelyn in sensuous

lingerie and Sonia, her hair in a bun, wearing a clinging silk

dress, embracing like that -- is overpowering!



     "Perfect!"  Sonia smirks down at me when they finally break

for air.  "Gwendolyn says we have everything we need, and the

signatures James here put on those forms worked just fine at his

boss' bank.  There was no problem at his lawyer's office either. 

And I see you've started putting him  in the Transformation

Outfit!"



     They rearrange my bonds yet again, so that I stand helpless

before them.  Evelyn takes the gag from my mouth and plants a long,

deep kiss (just like she'd given Sonia) on my lips.



     "Not a word from you now," she cautions.  "Just stand there

and think about how your boss will know you've betrayed him, James! 

Only it'll be too late for either of you to do anything about it!"



     "He'll return from vegas to find himself locked out of his

computer files, his bank accounts drained, credit cards

cancelled... even his cars and apartment gone!  And he'll know that

you were responsible!"



     Of course, they don't know they're actually talking to the guy

they've done this to... they still think I'm just James Parry! 

But, as they outline all they've done to me, I can't help a shiver

of dread!



     But, as they talk, they are encasing me in, bit by bit, in

Evelyn's leather cat-suit!



     "That's right James, you're the fall guy in this whole

takeover bid.  You could go to jail for years for what you've done. 

Wouldn't that be fun?  A nice sweet femmish thing like you, locked

up in prison with all those bad boys."



     "I think the idea excites him."  Sonia strokes my chest and

giggles at the straining bulge in the terribly tight leather

panties they laced on me.



     "Well, were going to keep you out of jail, James."  Evelyn

begins lacing a multi-layered punishment hood over my head.  "We'll

keep the authorities from finding you... in fact, when we're

through, no one will even recognize you...."



     Her last words are muffled by flaps over my ears.



     Sightless, deaf, hampered, and totally helpless, I feel them

urge me this way and that with cruel slaps to my bottom as they

cover me in layer after layer of tight leather...



     Gradually, inexorably, I feel myself growing more and more

encased in leather.  Cut off from sight and sound, able to feel

only muted physical contact through my strong, supple covering, it

seems my sense of touch grows more and more intense... or maybe

it's my imagination!



     Whatever the case, I seem to feel silken lingerie brush

against my hidebound form as someone (Sonia?) laces me into what

feels like a leather dress!  It keeps my legs straight, arms

extended, bent forward with my chest out and bottom protruding...

and I even feel something odd against my hampered arms -- almost

like breasts!



     Time slowly loses meaning for me as I feel myself suspended in

some bizarre arrangement -- for how long?  I have no way of

knowing.  All I know is the touch of female hands on my helpless

form as Sonia and Evelyn remove bits and pieces of my leather

cocoon now and again to attend to my needs.



     Creams and lotions rubbed on my skin, some bland, medicinal

tasting goo they feed me with, smarting injections in my chest and

ass, and humiliating enemas.



     With my heightened sense of touch, it almost seems I can tell

what they're wearing... is that a low-cut leather dress with tight

skirt and bodice?... a bare breast on my face as Evelyn administers

another shot?



     One thing I know I can feel: the mocking eyes and cruel smiles

of my sexy captresses as they ply and mould my body to their whims

and wishes!  I can't hear, yet my ears ring with taunting remarks

and giggles of amusement at my plight.



     And the feeling of being watched -- constantly watched -- like

some animal in a laboratory!



     But the day of my release comes at last!  I feel myself being

lowered from my suspension, and, bit by bit, the layers of leather

unlaced and peeled from my body until I can stand up and remove the

rest myself.



     "Okay," Sonia said. "You're ready to meet Gwendolyn!"



     Meet Gwendolyn!  But-But I never planned on... Quickly I

remove the blindfold from my eyes.



     And gasp -- through my gag! -- at the sight that meets me in

the mirrored walls!  It's a female!  A woman!  With big rounded

breasts and buttocks bubbling out of her leather casing.  But, this

can't be me!



     Sonia is talking to someone, off in a corner, someone whose

dark suit seems vaguely familiar.  But they have their backs to me,

and I'm too busy peeling off the layers of leather clothing, hoping

against hope that what I see is just an illusion!



     Whew!  There, inside the silk panties, I at least find

evidence of my manhood -- much smaller than I remembered, but at

least it's there!



     But that's scant consolation as my disbelieving eyes take in

the rest of me!  Massive breasts, firm and well-shaped... soft

round bottom, all pink and swollen, now covered by the wispiest of

silk panties... long, gorgeous legs... beneath the tight rubber

bathing cap, a cute face, long-lashed eyes wide with wonder at the

sight...

          I'm still paralyzed with shock at my transformation when

Evelyn steps up behind me and ties my wrists and elbows together.



     "There now," she smiles, running her eyes over my displayed

figure, "you're all set to meet Gewndolyn."



     Suddenly the dark-clad man in the corner turns to me, smiling. 

And my tummy flutters in amazement -- it's James Parry!



     "Surprised to see me, Sweet?"  He walks over, staring lewdly

at me until I blush several shades of red, totally humiliated at

being seen -- like this! -- by a mere subordinate... and a swishing

fairy to boot!



     "You though I was in vegas, eh?"  He steers me over to a

vanity table and seats me down on an odd stool, securing my ankles

to it before loosening my gag.  "Actually, I've been here the whole

time... stage managing all this."



     "James!" Lips free at last, I sputter in indignation.  "So

you're GWENDOLYN!"



     "Wrong, Darling," he removes my bathing cap and sets little

hooks in my short blonde hair as he explains.  "I'm Kibo, YOU'RE

Gwendolyn! A cute, little, oh-so-feminine serving girl!  You'll

look so sweet when we get you decked out in the blonde wig and the

short black silk Maid's Outfit; I even have a little cap and apron

for you!"



     "B-But why?"  I shiver helplessly as his soft hands bust

themselves all over me. "I always tried to be nice to you!  Why do

you hate me so?"



     "Actually, I kind of like you,"  he says, matter-of-factly. 

"Even though I knew right from the start that I could do a much

better job running the Company than you could.  So I arranged this

little Take-Over as a sort of Retirement Plan for you;  You'll lose

your job, of course, just as you've lost everything else you own,

soon as the Stockholder's Meeting gets underway.  But you'll have

whole new career lined up -- as My Serving Girl!"



     It just gets worse every minute!



     James pins a soft blonde wig in my hair... puts me in a black

net foundation that emphasizes my breast and butt shamelessly...

then proceeds to lace me into a crushingly tight corset!



     Evelyn, dressed bizarrely in a low-cut black silk blouse and

tan leather jodhpurs, holds me still as James continues my

transformation.



     "Don't you look darling?"  she teases.  "I've heard of top

executives having a golden parachute, but Honey, yours is going to

be black satin!"



     "B-But you promised," I fight back tears of humiliation.  "You

said you'd see to it that I made it to the Stockholder's Meeting!"



     "And so you shall," she smiles wickedly.



     And so I do.



     Dressed as a docile little Maid, in a tight skirt of black

satin, with matching blouse, and a cute little apron and cap!



     Perched on painfully uncomfortable high heels, I must stand

dutifully by and watch James sell himself into my old position...

with the help of just about everyone I ever trusted! I just watch,

praying that I won't be recognized as he picks up all the marbles. 

I'm afraid to even speak!



     Then, afterwards, I have to circulate among the big-wigs,

serving drinks while Evelyn keeps a close eye discreetly on me,

just hoping for any signs of rebellion.



     But I work quietly and dutifully, like a good little Maid,

serving and smiling, and enduring lewd little pats and sly pinches

as I make my way among the successful men and women who fill the

room.



     At last it's over, and James, Sonia, and Evelyn gather around

me.



     "Well, Little One," James leers, "what now?  Are you ready to

become my obedient Maid?  Do you want to go back to Sonia and

Evelyn?  Or shall we find something else for you?"



     "P-Please," I stammer, "I don't want to go back with them! 

And I just couldn't be your Maid!  Isn't there something else? 

Some other way?"



     "Well,"  James rubs his chin thoughtfully, "there might...

say," He turns to Sonia and Evelyn. "Do you girls still have that,

uh, thing on for tomorrow?"



     "Sure do," Sonia beams, "remember you-know-who?  She'll be

there."



     "Perfect!" James exclaims, turns back to me. "How's this; in

exchange for a certain small consideration, I'll fix it so that you

don't have to serve me or Sonia or Evelyn here!"



     "Uh," heart pounding underneath my satin blouse, I squirm

uncertainly, "uh-what's the consideration?"



     "I merely want you to sign over all of your remaining assets

to us, to dispose of in any manner we wish."



     I consider this quickly; let's see, they've already taken my

job and everything I own!  What more could they want from me? 

Well, whatever it is...



     "That can't be much,"  I say at last, "all right, I'll sign

whatever you wish."



                         The next day...



     "Step right up!"  Evelyn, wearing a kinky leather ensemble,

calls out to the bizarrely-dressed crowd, "Lot Number Three:

Gwendolyn!"



     She gooses me, and I jump and blush furiously, feeling the

eyes of this outre crowd devour my scantily-clad form.  All I have

on is hose, heels, a waist cinching garterbelt, and a cute little

hair ribbon!  My breasts, butt, and everything else is uncovered,

and I try desperately to shield my tiny male genitals --

embarrassingly erect -- from the laughing crowd.  Fortunately, my

hands are bound in front of me in a single mitten, so I have at

least this shred of modesty!



     So this is what harold meant when he spoke of "disposing of my

remaining assets!"  I'd already lost my role in life, my house,

clothes and cars, my stocks and savings accounts.. even my former

masculine shape!  So the only thing left was...



     "This curvy feminine body," Evelyn extols my assets to the

crowd. "Used to belong to a wealthy and powerful Male! Look at her

now! Helpless, feminine, and butt-naked!  Imagine the fun you'll

have, bending and molding him even further to your will!"



     "But there's more!" Sonia, dressed in a skimpy bikini, pipes

up from the crowd and grins wickedly at me.



     "Oh yes!"  Evelyn adds.  "This slave on my left: LENA! She's

a former employee of gwendolyn here, betrayed by him, back when he

used to look more manly, and now trapped into slavery... thanks to

him!  Think what fun you could have if you buy them both, watching

her make her ex-male, ex-boss pay for this fix she's in!"



     Standing stoically next to me, Lena shoots me a dead-pan look

that send shivers all over my bare body!



     "Sounds interesting," James calls out, "but I only want the

blonde!"



     "I want them both!" another man now. "It would be a kick to

watch this former man turned into the female slave of a female

slave!"



     "Now, now," Evelyn replies. "They're sold individually, not as

a set!  What am I offered for Gwendolyn here?"



     "Five Thousand!" the man calls out.



     I wait for James to bid, but he says nothing!



     "Please," I beg him. "Don't let that man buy me and put me

with Lena.  She'll kill me!"



     "What's that, Sweetie?" he teases, "I can't hear you!"



     So I have to squat down there one the stage, barely able to

balance in the heels, feeling my tits and ass jiggle and sway

wildly as I plead.



     "Hmmm," he grins even wider, "you certainly do beg prettily! 

But I thought you said you `just couldn't' serve me!"



     "Oh, but I can!  I will!"  I realize that I'm begging for my

very life here.  



     "I'll serve you oh-so-sweetly Master, and let you show me off

to your friends and u-use my breasts and b-bottom and lips and just

be devoted to you!  Please let me work for you! Please, Sir!"



     "You know," he says, "that sounds kind of familiar!  And you

were going to let me work for you -- weren't you?  Tell you what:

get up and dance for everyone, so I can get a good look at how

silly and feminine you are now.  Dance real pretty, and I'll see

about bidding for you."



     Terrified, desperate, I stand up and start dancing about,

kicking up my long, shapely legs, shaking my wide feminine hips

wildly, puckering up my pouty, red lips into a ribald kiss, and

trying to forget how much of myself I'm showing off to everyone...

trying to ignore the howls and laughter every time they get a

glimpse of my tiny man-parts... trying as hard as I can to make

this little faggot want to *OWN* me!



     The bidding increases and I dance even harder, the noise of

the laughing crowd ringing in my ears as my long blonde hair

swishes about my bare shoulders...



     "SOLD!"



                             THE END

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