Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 00:58:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi St. Clair <wendist.clair@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naughty in Napoli - Chapter Two Transgender/Control

Naughty in Napoli
Nifty transgender/control
Chapter 2

A story by Wendi Marie St.Clair

If you are offended by consensual (okay, semi-consensual sometimes) sexual
gender-bending adventures, go somewhere else.  If you are under eighteen,
patience, patience.  You will be old enough all too soon.

	Wendi was bewildered.  They walked out a back exit and got into a
Mercedes limo.  It was cream colored.  The driver was the picture of a
modern Mafioso.  They slowly drove through town and Wendi commented,
"Rocco, I can go by my apartment to get some things, but you won't be able
to get this car down the side street."

	"Oh, don't worry, dolchessa, we have everything you will need at my
house." He replied.

	"Are you sure?" Wendi asked.

	Partizia answered, "Wendi, darling, Rocco and Joey host parties and
make films at this place all the time.  You will recognize it from the
movie, I think.  They have things there in your size, I promise."

	Rocco put on some European trance music and opened the mini bar.
He made scotch-on-the-rocks for Joey and himself, and then poured a wine
for Patrizia.  He asked Wendi what she would like to drink.

	"Water would be nice.  Sensa gasse."

	Rocco smirked at her and made her a fuzzy navel.

	"Thank you, sir." She said, accepting the sweet cocktail.  She
smiled a silly smile.

	"What is it?" Rocco asked.

	Wendi took a sip of the drink and explained.  "I was just thinking
that you were giving me a `cock-tail."

	Rocco grinned and Joey laughed.  They talked more about the porn
business and how everyone got into the industry.  Meanwhile, the car
traveled up Corso Garibaldi to the Tangenziale and turned east out of the
city of Naples.  In short, they turned north on the Autostrade, the Italian
version of the freeway, and headed for the blue mountains an hour to the
north.

	"Do you like to dance, Wendi?" Rocco asked.

      "Yes, but I'm very awkward and clumsy.  I am easier to convince to
dance after I've had some of these." She said, holding up the drink.

      "Do you think you'd like to take some dance classes?" this question
from Joey.

      "Yes." She said, "I would love to be a dancer ^Ö maybe not by trade,
but, I'd love it to use as recreation and exercise.  I like aerobics.  I
have some videos that I do at home."  Wendi loved to dress in her girly
athletic trainers that were now in a bag in the back of the limo along with
cheerleader dance shorts and an athletic camisole and dance to them.

      "Joey and I love to go out to clubs." Rocco said.  "Maybe we will go
to a club in Rome this weekend." He suggested.

      "I don't have anything to wear^Å.."

      "Just leave that to us, darling." Patrizia said.  "Rocco will take us
out shopping ^Ö won't you?

      "Sure, if I can go to the club and dance with my new dolchessa."
Rocco replied.

      The drive was very scenic.  The spare, urban environment of Naples
turned into rolling, vineyard-covered hills in the full bloom of spring.
Italy can get very depressing during the winter.  It seems as if the whole
world dies, but the lie is proven in the spring.  The world becomes very
alive indeed.  Like Wendi's spirits were at that moment, the world was
sweet and vibrant.  This was so removed from her normal, mundane world and
she was thankful for the spice that life had now acquired.  She had to
wonder when the other shoe would drop, but for now, she enjoyed her second
fuzzy navel ^Ö Rocco had secretly made it considerably stronger ^Ö and
enjoy her new friends.

      Joey put a DVD in the player and switched on the mini TV.  It played
one another movie done by Joey and Rocco.  It started with a cute,
bubble-butt Latina that had nice, fake tits.  They were a little larger
than the ones Wendi wanted, but very nice just the same.  She was wearing a
black athletic bra and some tiny red shorts.  She was goalie on a soccer
field, and Rocco was trying to score.  They actually looked like they were
playing pretty rough and were really trying to defend or score, depending
on whose side you were on.  Wendi found herself torn.  The movie was in
English.  Rocco and the Latin beauty wound up wrestling on the ground.
Rocco, who was playing a domineering bully, tore a gash in the back of her
little shorts right over her cute rosebud, which was covered in a little
black low-rise thong.  Joey entered the scene, dressed as a referee.  He
had a yellow card in his hand.  He declared a penalty on the pretty goalie.
Amid loud protesting from the girl, he announced that Rocco had two penalty
shots.  Joey said that the penalty was on her and that she should get ready
to defend.

      "It doesn't matter anyway," the Latin beauty said, in what sounded to
Wendi like a Spanish accent, "he sucks.  He won't make either goal."

      Rocco, in turn gave a fierce smile.  "I say YOU suck.  I'll make a
bet with you.  If I score a point, you will suck ^Ö suck me ^Ö and
swallow."  He rubbed his massive package.

      Latin beauty started to demur, "I don't think so^Å."

      "Do you really think he'll score a goal?" Joey asked her.

      She lifted her chin defiantly and said, "Of course not, but what will
HE do if ^Ö I mean WHEN ^Ö he loses?"

      Rocco scratched his chin.  "I suppose I can suck YOU ^Ö and swallow."

      Wendi was surprised.  Could this beauty be a t-girl?  It was amazing.
Why would they think of trying to ask her if she wanted to do a movie?
They couldn't be serious.  They just want a piece of ass.  I've already
gave that up.  She thought, what gives?  Maybe it's a real girl.

      The movie continued, and Rocco scored his goal!  He raised his hands
and jumped around, triumphantly.

      The girl had a deer-in-headlights look, then regrouped, "You have
another shot, but you'll never get it." She declared.  "Double or nothing!
You'll never get it again!"

      "Okay," Rocco said, "but if you lose, I don't want two blowjobs."

      "What, then?"

      "Your ass."

      Latin Beauty again started to demur, but the ribbing Rocco gave her
turned her defiant.  "Fine!  I'll do it, but you won't win."

      "So," Rocco said, "If I score again, I get your sweet mouth AND ass."

      "That's the bet, isn't it," she said, obviously concealing
nervousness, "hurry up!"

      It was harder this time, but Rocco scored again.  The girl dropped
her head as Rocco took her by the arm and led her to the showers,
celebrating all the way.  Once they reached the showers, there was a time
where the camera singled her out and took in the nice strip show.  The girl
revealed those nice breasts, then turned to expose that cute, round booty.
She turned, and Wendi was surprised to see a little penis.  She WAS a
t-girl!

      Once they were naked, a rip-roaring oral and anal adventure began
that left the poor girl on the floor of the shower, sweating and covered in
cum.  Rocco was just as rough and aggressive with the girl as he had been
with Wendi.  She mused about how so many women like the hard play.  It is
wonderful when a man comes along who is confident enough to treat them like
they want to be treated.  She knew all too well what a good time the Latin
Beauty had.  The setting reminded her of the bathroom in the theater.

      Joey had watched Wendi closely through the scene.  They saw how
captivated she was to watch such sex.  They knew they had made a good catch
with this girl.

      The next scene was with a smallish guy.  He was larger than Wendi,
with a slightly larger penis ^Ö nothing to brag about.  His partner was a
more masculine, but beautiful t-girl who dominated him.  Wendi saw that
Patrizia was captivated by this one.  Wendi didn't know why one would
change from being a male, then go on and take the male role in sex, but she
was intrigued that Patrizia seemed to want that very thing.

      There were other scenes.  The girl from the first scene appeared
again with a magnificent Latino guy and another t-girl and was skewered
from both ends by them.  All in all, the movie was great, and Wendi liked
the idea of being in one.

      "How did you like it?" Rocco asked.

      "It was a wonderful movie!  I can't believe people get PAID to live
out fantasies!"

      "So you still want to be in a film with me?"

      "Yes!" Wendi replied, enthusiastically, "I love how you destroyed
that Latina girl!"

      "Yes, we had fun that day." Rocco said.

      It wasn't much longer that the car, having left the Autostrada some
time ago, pulled into a gated villa close to a mountain creek.  It wasn't a
huge house, but it had nice gardens around it and was very private.  It was
a perfect place to do the things they liked to do.

      Wendi was more unsteady on her heels than she had remembered.  She'd
had about four of those extra-strong fuzzy navels during the ride, causing
her to be uninhibited and talkative.  They had all talked about everything
under the sun and laughed.  Joey had asked again about Wendi's willingness
to participate in a video and Wendi reiterated enthusiastically that she
would be more than willing to be in a video.  Joey also asked her about
becoming more of a girl with hormones and implants.  She said she didn't
know how she could pull that off in the military.  Joey had asked if she
would do it if the military was out of the picture.  She said that she
probably would do it.

      After they arrived, Joey and Rocco showed Wendi around after getting
another drink.  All the while, Wendi tried to present the cute feminine
walk that she has practiced at home.  She also had to contend with the fact
that she was pretty buzzed.  She was in heels, so she hoped they helped her
remember to walk like a lady.  She didn't know whether or not the drinks
helped or hurt her efforts.

      They showed her which room was hers, and it was stocked with plenty
of outfits in her size, including a lot of nice but slinky gowns and
naughty clothes like French maid outfits and a cheerleader outfit.  She was
especially enamored of a nice, gothic wear black PVC mini skirt and
bustier.  It had a matching pair of impossible boots with 5" heels.  She
noticed that the wardrobe sort of leaned toward the goth persuasion.  She
also saw a set of `C' cup breast forms, a very nice, realistic pair made
from silicone.

      The bed was a humongous affair, made of black steel and a huge
canopy.  There were steel rings and candles.  It was huge!  It was probably
a super king size ^Ö was it called a California King?  There was a nice
vanity and chair.  The dressed was nice.  She opened drawers to find them
empty, but spacious.  The whole room, like the rest of the house, was done
in a sort of modern goth. It was very old Europe done new.  There were lots
of large candles on candelabras on large stands.  There was a cabinet near
the wall that was locked with a padlock.  She wondered if it was a toy
cabinet.  There was also a heavy wooden foot stool type contraption with
straps and leather cushions on it.  She thought it may be used as a movie
prop.  She could imagine enjoying sex with Rocco in several positions on
it.  Could films have been made in this very room?  She looked at the
corners near the ceilings and saw cameras.  She wondered if it was web cams
or CCTV.

      "Rocco, what are these cameras?  Are they webcams?" she asked.

      "Not all the time.  We have web casts that we do from the house, in
many rooms.  This room can be enabled to be used on the Internet, but we do
not have it on now.  We also record things in this room with the cameras.
They are not on at all now." He explained.

      After they returned to the living room, they all had another drink.
Wendi didn't know that it was she who was the only one who was drinking
alcohol by then.  She did know that she was getting smashed.  She was
beginning to get flirty and giggly.  She was shaking her ass suggestively
with every step, making herself horny for her new man in the process.
Patrizia, who had been freshening up in the bathroom, joined them.
"Patrizia, maybe you could show Wendi what we have for makeup in her vanity
and have some girl-bonding time."

      "Sure, come with me, Wendi." Patricia said, sashaying back toward the
room they had showed her before.  Patricia took Wendi by the hand, and then
took her by the upper arm, like a policeman escorting a prisoner.  It
seemed strange to the new girl, but she had already perceived that Patrizia
had a big aggressive streak.  She passed it off as that.  The next weird
thing happened when they went into Wendi's room and Patrizia stopped at the
door to close and lock it with an antique key.

      "I'm sure you want to freshen up, Wendi." Patrizia said.  "Go to the
bathroom and strip off those clothes."

      "You want me to strip them all off?" she asked.

      "Don't worry, Wendi," Patrizia said, with a smile, "I only wish I had
your beautiful, youthful body.  You really are beautiful, with your
gorgeous legs and plump rump.  You need hormones to round you out, and some
implants, and I will be looking for a job."

      Wendi clacked her heels across the wood flooring to the bathroom.
She didn't look at it when they were doing the nickel tour.  It was nice ^Ö
very nice.  The room was big.  The fixtures were stainless steel of all
things.  It was like a kitchen instead of a bathroom.  The toilet was
steel, but nice.  There was also a steel bidet and a stone washbasin.  The
shower was a tile walk-in shower.  The shower had three faucets.  One was a
shower; the other had a flexible wand with an end like a douche.

      Wendi sat on the toilet and took off the sandals.  She rubbed her
feet.  They were not used to the heels for such and extended time.  She
slid off the dress and peeled off the body briefer, then came the hose.
She stepped over to the shower and turned on the faucet.  When it was warm
enough, she stepped in and luxuriated in the warm, steamy relaxation.

      What an amazing day!  She had never dreamed of so many nice changes
in so short a time.  How she was even able to land a hunk like Rocco is
also beyond her ken, but it happened.  She did wonder how she could ever
star or otherwise appear in an adult film with them.  What did they have
planned?  The back of her mind buzzed with the fact that this was all too
good to be true.  She was one hundred miles form anyone who knew her, and
those who did, knew her as a man, not the sensual girl that Rocco had
seemed to make her with his manly load back in Napoli.  She could disappear
form the face of the earth.  What if this was a sugar-coated kidnapping?
Could it be that she was being sold into mob prostitution, or to be in the
perverted harem of a Saudi sultan?  It made her blood run cold.  She didn't
even know where her male clothes were, such as they were.  She turned her
attention back to the steamy shower.  What could she do if she was in
trouble?

      The soap was luxurious, with a feminine, fruity smell.  It had a
calming effect.  Whatever the weekend held in store, she was at least able
to face it as a young woman ^Ö for the first time in her life.  She heard
some movement in the bedroom as she got out of the shower.  She was
surprised to see Patrizia in the steamy bathroom with her as she emerged
from the shower.

      Patrizia was dressed in a latex teddy that showed her hourglass
figure to great advantage.  She also had on latex elbow length gloves and
glossy knee high boots with at least three inch heels.  She had a riding
crop in her hand.  "It's time for a little fun, Wendi." She said, with a
grin that looked like the cat that swallowed the canary.

      For some reason, Wendi went to her knees, unbidden.  She just knew
she was supposed to do it, so she did.  Patrizia gave an approving look,
and then stalked over to the toilet.  Wendi noticed a bag like IV bags in a
hospital hanging on a rolling post also like the ones at the hospital.  The
difference was that the bag was very big and black.

      "Come here, Wendi," Patrizia said, as she slapped her boot heel with
the crop.  Wendi rose and padded to her.

      "Lean over my knees." She ordered.  Wendi did as she was told,
thinking she was about to get a spanking with the crop.  It made her
nervous, as she had never experienced any of the `whips and chains' type
sex.  It would appear that she was about to.

      Patrizia relished the feel of the trembling new girl against her lap
and belly.  "If you do as you are told and do not resist me, you will not
feel the crop." She said, "Personally, I hope for a little resistance.

      Wendi felt the tampon being pulled out of her butt.  It came out with
a pop, and then she felt a thin cylinder about the size of a pen being
inserted.  There was something rubbery to it.  It was thankfully
lubricated.  She then heard some pumping, like a blood pressure cuff.  The
rubber was expanding in her ass!  Wendi reacted, but a firm latex covered
hand in the small of her back and a curt order to "Don't move," Stopped
anything else.  Wendi also felt another bulb inflating outside her opening,
locking whatever it was into place.

      "What is happening?  Please tell me!" Wendi whined.

      "Oh, darling, I'm just cleaning you out." She replied.  With that,
Wendi began to feel warm water flowing into her ass.

      "Oh my God!" Wendi exclaimed.

      "Just be still, Wendi, do not fight it.  Mommy will spank." Patrizia
taunted, gently tracing the end of the riding crop around Wendi's ass.

      Wendi felt the pressure build and build as the fluid slowly drained
into her guts.  It built to an unbearable pressure, then the inside muscles
acceded and took water in, relaxing the outer chamber of her rectum.  The
fluid kept coming for another half-minute before Patrizia shut off the
valve.

      "I am going to deflate the bulbs.  You must hold it all inside by
yourself." Patrizia commanded.

      The enema wand came out and Wendi clenched hard.  "Get up, Wendi,"
Patrizia ordered.  Wendi rose from the very submissive position over
Patrizia's knees and knelt on the floor.  Patrizia stood and reached
beneath her teddy to unsnap the garment below.  Out popped a semi-hard
penis that was rapidly growing in the fresh air.  She walked over the
Wendi, the cock bobbing in Wendi's face.  "You know what to do, Wendi, I
saw as much in Napoli."

      Wendi opened her mouth and received the rapidly expanding phallus.
Patrizia put a hand on the back of Wendi's head casually, as Wendi pumped
her mouth back and fourth.  Wendi found that she enjoyed the feeling of a
penis becoming hard in her mouth, the soft flesh becoming so smooth and
firm as it entered her lips and traveled across her tongue.  Wendi made
obscene slurping noises as she worked on Patrizia's now hard
nine-inch-cock.  Everything would be fine, if only she didn't have what
seemed like forty gallons of water in her ample booty.

      "You must not make a mess," Patrizia advised.  "You will release what
is inside you when I feel it is time, and not before."  Patrizia pushed her
cock all the way inside Wendi's throat.  "Deeper, Dolchessa, like before
with Rocco."  Patricia demanded.

      Wendi almost panicked and lost what she was holding back as Patrizia
almost gagged her with her massive tool.  Wendi began to tear and her face
turned red under the strain.

      Patrizia withdrew.  "Beg me, little weak bitch," Patrizia said, "Beg
me to let you use the bathroom."

      "Please, ma'am, Please!  I can't take it any longer.  I have to go!"
Wendi plead, without a shred of dignity.

      "Not good enough," Patrizia said, then plunged her dick back into
Wendi's mouth to the hilt.  She pumped her throat again until Wendi gagged,
causing her to spill a drop or two.

      "Beg!" Patrizia commanded again.

      "I'll do anything, Patrizia ^Ö Mistress, please let me go!"

      "You may go," Patrizia said, "but you must wait until I leave, then
you will finish your blowjob."

      Patrizia turned to leave the writhing girl and made her leaving a
torture unto itself, slowly stalking out of the room.

      As soon as the door closed, Wendi scrambled to the toilet, and barely
made it.  It seemed that everything she had ever eaten came out, but the
feeling was completely relaxing.  The relief was almost worth the strain.
      Patrizia opened the door a crack and asked, "Do you know how to use
the bidet?"

      "Yes, ma'am."

      "Good.  Use it to clean up."

      Wendi had never used one before, but knew how it was done.  She sat
astride the appliance and turned the water on.  It was very good at
cleaning the mess her bottom had just become.  Soon she was clean again.

      After Wendi was done, Patrizia returned and saw where Wendi had let
the drops go before.

      "You did not do as I said!" she exclaimed.  "You must be punished,
little riccione American whore!"

      She had Wendi clean up the drops.  Then, she had her cross her ankles
while standing and bend over.  "I saw five drops." Patrizia said, "That's
one lick per drop."

      Wendi closed her eyes and waited for the blows.  She teetered in this
position for nearly a minute before the crop whistled.  Her ass erupted in
fire as the stinging crop struck.  She endured the five swats and was told
to stand up.

      Patrizia had Wendi Get down on her hands and knees then lay her face
on the tiles.  She told Wendi to keep her knees together tightly.  She
wheeled over the enema equipment.  Wendi didn't want to go through having
her bowels flooded again, but did as she was told, the burn of the riding
crop fresh in her mind.  She felt a different wand this time.  It did not
inflate.  She felt the liquid rush into her and this time it felt strange,
and then burned.  It was so uncomfortable!  It was so hot!

      "Oh my god!  Please stop!  What is it, mistress?" Wendi cried.

      "Just hold it.  There won't be much.  It is vodka.  You will feel
wonderful in just a little bit.  You will love it.  You will see."

      A film of sweat beaded out on her forehead as the flow did stop
quickly.  Patrizia withdrew the nozzle and then pressed something against
her opening.  It was lubricated and felt like a cone.  It swelled as it
entered.  It expanded until it was almost too big, then popped in and her
ass locked around a point that was not uncomfortable.  "This will help you
keep it all in."  Patrizia declared.

      Soon after, she was hit by a rushing wave of euphoria.  It was a
wonderful feeling.  The liquid was no longer hot and her bowels no longer
felt full at all.

      Patrizia was ready for the rest of her blowjob.  She had Wendi sit up
on her knees again and took her by the back of the head.  Wendi obediently
took her to the root and bobbed.  She enjoyed the long, slow sensual cock
sucking session.  Patrizia was demanding, but understanding, she would
withdraw slowly until the head was all that was in Wendi's mouth, give her
enough time to take a breath, then plunge in all the way again.  Drool
formed around Patrizia's impressive meat and began to drip from Wendi's
chin.  Wendi worked her mouth and tongue around Patrizia.  She pursed her
lips to make it a tight fit and really got into making Patrizia cum.
Patrizia didn't last long under Wendi's ministrations.  Her strokes got
short as her impressive dick expanded just a little more, then Patricia
pulled out until just the head was in while screaming obscenities at Wendi,
calling her a whore and slut in both Italian and English as she shot an
impressive load of sweet semen across Wendi's tongue, pelting the back of
her throat.  Wendi swallowed every drop, and then Patrizia thrust one last
time all the way in, her hairless balls resting firmly on Wendi's slick
chin for a long moment.  Wendi closed her eyes, forcing herself to be calm
as her throat wanted to convulse around the invader.  She thought about the
semen she just swallowed.  It really was sweeter.  Rocco's was more salty.

      Patrizia had Wendi get back on her feet.  She felt the butt plug
bobble pleasantly in her tight little booty.  She let out a little giggle.

      "Does little Dolchessa feel a little better after a little bit of
vodka up the ass?" Patrizia asked, baby talking at her.  "I told you it
would feel good in a moment."

      "You weren't lying, Mistress!" Wendi declared.  "I feel like a
millione!"

      Patrizia had Wendi stand with her feet apart while she attached a
hard, clear plastic item that locked.  It went around her little clitty and
also captured the balls.  It was a sort of cage. It was comfortable, but
made her already small package smaller, allowing it to be tucked away that
much easier.  "It will not let your little secret get away.  It will also
stop you from making a stiffy, and ruining the feminine feelings," Patrizia
explained.

      Patrizia brought an outfit for Wendi to wear.  It started with some
stay-up lacy top thigh high hose.  They were black, with the classic back
seam.  She also had Wendi slip on some four-inch stiletto heels.  They were
black patent pumps with a strap around the ankle with a curious ring that
could cause the buckle to be locked.  Patrizia actually put some small
padlocks on them.  Wendi could not take the uncomfortable looking shoes off
if she wanted.

      "Get up now, Wendi." Patrizia said.

      Wendi did as she was told, and teetered.  She would have a hard time
in these shoes.

      "Come here," Patrizia beckoned.

      Wendi minced over to the vanity where Patrizia had the best set of
fake tits Wendi had ever seen.  They had an adhesive that Patrizia applied
to Wendi's chest.  Patrizia placed one of the silicone breasts on Wendi's
chest, and then had her hold it on herself as she did the same with the
other breast.  "This is to use until you have your own, Wendi." Patrizia
said.  The breasts were about a `C' cup.  Wendi held them onto her chest
herself as the adhesive set.

      "Tourna giro (turn around, in Italian)," Patrizia said.  Wendi turned
away from Patrizia.  She felt Patrizia wrap a thick silk and lace thing
around her that felt like a bustier, only longer.  She hooked the hook and
eye closures time and again until it was completely done up.  Wendi then
felt Patrizia start to tighten laces in back.  She realized the garment was
a corset.  She had never worn one before.  It was black silk and lace with
White lace bordering the top of the bra and the bottom of the corset.

      "Take a deep breath, Dolchessa," Patrizia ordered.  As Wendi took the
breath, Patrizia pulled the strings with all her might, tightening the
corset to a dizzying tightness, causing Wendi's waist to go from trim to
wasp.

      "Oh my god that's tight!" Wendi said.

      "Oh, shut up, baby," Patrizia replied playfully, with a slap on her
ass.

      The pressure on her belly from the corset made Wendi need to burp,
which she done as quietly and as ladylike as possible.  It tasted like
Patrizia and her seed.

      Patrizia gave Wendi a cute, lacy pair of boy shorts.  They were the
low-rise hipster style and had white lace at the leg openings and waist.
She couldn't bend to put them on, and had to sit on a stool and put them
around her ankles first, then stood to pull them up.  After that, Patrizia
gave Wendi the skirt that was a PVC material that matched the patent shoes.
She recognized it from before.  It was very short, probably being about
twenty inches from waist to hem.  It also had laces in the back that
revealed the see-through mesh boy short.  It was not meant to lace up
totally, showing the derriere on purpose.  It fastened snugly, designed to
wear low on the hip, barely covering the top of the low-rise hipster.

      Patrizia had Wendi stand still while she put a light brown eye shadow
on her eyes very lightly and added black eyeliner.  She added a very light
dusting of blush, and some cherry red lipstick with shiny watermelon
glitter lip gloss.  On went the wig once again, and Wendi was a chestnut
haired beauty once again.

      Wendi had to walk around the bathroom, clacking the new,
uncomfortable heels as she sashayed around in short, mincing steps.  She
walked with more wiggle, thanks to the constant reminder she had in the
form of a large butt plug occupying her tush.  The heels also did a very
good job of shaping her calves and ass.  She hated the heels a little, but
loved them as well.

      She liked being a girl more than anything.  She wondered about what
Joey said about being able to make the military go away.  She had no idea
how that could happen, but was considering going along with it if it wasn't
too embarrassing.  She imagined the idea of being able to be a female all
the time, taking hormones to be more feminine.

      Presently, Patrizia had her turn again and she was blindfolded with a
large swatch of black silk cloth.  It felt luxurious and expensive.  It
made her think of the neckerchief that the Navy dress uniform had on both
the male and female uniforms.  Patrizia led her into the bedroom.  She
didn't know how she did, but she sensed other presences in the room.  It
was scary, as it could be anyone.  Who was seeing her en femme in this
place so far from where she started, three thousand miles from the farm
town that she hailed from.  She was kissed firmly.  The lips were a man's,
along with the manly musk she smelled.  She was scared but very aroused at
this new thing happening to her the abduction of one of her senses was a
delectable terror.

      His kiss was rough, confident and demanding.  It caressed her very
soul and drew it out of her and into him, whoever he was.  He pressed
himself to her and her arms automatically came up to wrap around his neck.
She felt a very nice bulge press her belly as he ground himself against her
silk lingerie.  He was only wearing a pair of briefs.  She didn't think it
was Rocco, but she wasn't sure.  Her mighty suitor was definitely built big
and bad, in more than one aspect.

      She was pressed down to her knees.  She was going to have to fellate
him without knowing anything about him besides his size and feel.  Would
she get to see him?  Would he take advantage of her and leave without her
ever seeing him?  Could she do anything about it?  Many questions were in
her mind in the short time it took him to drop the briefs he was wearing.
She felt the hard phallus pop up and hit her in the cheek.  It was large
and heavy and slapped and rubbed the side of her face.  A hand ran through
her hair.

      There were no answers to many of her questions, but there was a
certain knowledge she did have.  She was sure she wanted to do this ^Ö
unsafe as it was.  She was thoroughly thrilled.  She was being dominated
and used to the ends of people she didn't even know and she loved it.  She
realized that she was a complete slut.  She was a submissive little fairy
whore ^Ö anyone's meat.  She wanted it, and when the hand in her hair
started nudging her to the large prick, she just leaned forward and opened
her inviting red, glossy lips, bestowing her favor to the nameless man
using her.

      Being unable to see, the other senses were enhanced.  She felt his
pleasure by the tightening in his flanks.  She verified the man wasn't
Rocco by the voice moaning softly in ecstasy while she did her best work on
his manhood.  She took him in deeply, measuring his length with her mouth
and throat.  It was not as big as Rocco, but it was very close.  She
couldn't take it all in without warming up some.  She hoped she could bring
him before he thought of sodomizing her.  She wove her tongue along the
underside of the shaft and pursed her lips, being sure to wrap them over
her teeth, giving her anonymous lover a nice feel as he slowly pumped in
and out of her velvety mouth.  She was making those, now familiar, obscene,
wet noises around his manhood as she sucked and slurped.  After her third
try to deep throat him, her throat worked its way open enough.  She was
probably going to have a sore throat in the morning, but it was enough for
the moment.  She tilted her head side-to-side as he pumped her face.  She
used her hands, jerking him off as he passed in and out of her, until he
took her hands and pushed them down.  Then, she linked them behind her back
like she was bound.  Before she knew it, she was.

      Her anonymous man forced her down all the way, her glossy lips tight
around the base of his substantial meat.  Someone else gently took one hand
and placed a handcuff around it.  The sound of the ratchet, and the cold
metal combined to put her arousal into overdrive as the other wrist was now
bound by the other cuff.  She now had her hands cuffed behind her back as
whoever put them on worked with them a little more, making sure they were
not too tight, and double locked them, making them nearly impossible to
escape and keeping them from tightening too tightly during their play.

      Her other captor let her up as she gagged and coughed on the large,
ripe dick.  He gave her only a short respite, then had her back down all
the way again.  She knew she was in for it.  She was going to get the face
fucking of her life, now that she had no way of stopping it.

      To her surprise, the blowjob continued much like before.  She would
have let him take her any way he pleased, but it pleased him to remove any
type of resistance she had; they wanted her at their mercy.  He pumped in a
slow, long, sensual rhythm, moaning both insults and encouragement at the
trollop on her knees before him in a Spanish accent.

      "Take my cock," chingala.  "You look good on your knees, bitch,
almost as good as you will look bent over to the front," the anonymous man
said.  "Suck it, baby!"

      Before long, the sensual rhythm from before turned into a neck
snapping face fuck.  He slammed himself into her throat again and again,
causing her to gag and sputter.  She closed her tear-filled eyes and tried
her best to weather the storm that was breaking over her in the form of the
hard, chiseled, remorseless man in control of her.

      He slowed down to a stop.  He pulled out of her mouth.  Ropy strands
of saliva and precum dripped from her chin.  Two or three strands connected
the head of his phallus with Wendi's lips.  She panted and gasped for air
as she was pulled to her feet by strong hands and led to another part of
the room.

      She was bent over something, and she smelled the rich smell of
leather.  She knew then that she was on the foot stool/ottoman-looking
thing she had seen before.  The skirt was unlaced and pulled off; showing
off the cute, mesh and lace knickers Patrizia had given her.  The plug in
her tush was visible.  Someone wiggled and thumped on it, causing wonderful
sensations in her bowels.  She felt a collar go around her neck and heard
it snap into something holding her down to the furniture.  A pillow was
stuffed under her front, causing her back to arch her shapely ass up like a
cat in heat.  Her knees were hobbled together with some kind of strong
tape.  Her little girly pole tried to become aroused, but the cage around
it would painfully stop it.
      The panties were pulled down her legs to expose her ass, and she
yelped to have a heavy hand land on the unprotected flesh.  She was unable
to tell that a perfect hand print appeared on her pretty, hairless booty.
The hand landed again, printing its shape just as well on the other cheek.
She was able to wiggle her butt a little and make surprised gasps and
yelps.  She was unable to do anything else.  The spanking continued at a
measured pace, causing her cheeks to become a nice, glowing red.  Another
pair of hands replaced whoever had been spanking her.  They had ice in them
and the cubes of ice were rubbed around on her ass, gaining a squeal of
surprise yet again.  She struggled in her bonds as the butt plug was slowly
pulled out of her tight orifice.  She felt more lube, then fingers as they
worked their way into her ass, first one, then two, working their way into
her guts.  Another penis brushed her cheek and she opened her mouth to take
it, but it was withdrawn.  It brushed her lips, glossing them with a drop
of precum and she tried to put her mouth on it again, to no avail.  It
continued to tease her, touching her cheeks and nose.  A vice like hand
grabbed her head by the jaw, then the dick hit her in the face, and she
knew whose it was.  It was Rocco's massive staff.  He was teasing her with
his hard manhood.

      She began to beg for it.  "Please, Rocco let me have it."

      "Why do you want it, Dolchessa?"

      "Because I'm your slut, your slave!"

      "You don't deserve it," he said nonchalantly, while still slapping
her face with his cock.

      "I know I don't deserve it, but I want to serve you.  I want you to
fuck my face and my ass.  I want you to put your seed inside me, either in
my tushy or my mouth.  You decide," Wendi begged.

      All the while, the fingers in her butt continued massaging her
internal muscles, stirring the hot orifice, preparing it for invasion.  A
third finger joined the other two.  The hand twisted and bent, working her
open.

      Rocco then silenced her by putting his massive erection in her mouth,
continuing to slide it in further and further, until her lips were
stretched tight around the base of his shaft for the second time that day.

      As Wendi slurped hungrily, more lube was added to the other end of
her digestive system, and the head of a large cock pressed it.  Her anus
strained and expanded slowly as it opened just enough for the bulbous head
to pop in.  Wendi squealed in pain between mouthfuls of Rocco's tasty
appendage.  Despite the pain, Wendi was in heaven with the thought of
having two men at once.  She was being spit-roasted, as she had read in an
erotic literature web-site the other day.  She had fantasized about being
the girl in that story at the time.  Now, it was becoming reality.

      She worked her magic on Rocco, coaxing drops of precum from his
weapon, as the other man worked on her poor booty.  Rocco pulled the
blindfold off her head and ran his fingers through her hair.  She wanted to
look back at who was assailing her anus, but had to stay at the beefy diet
Rocco was giving her.  They worked in unison, the double threat these men
were giving her was exquisite.  She snapped back and forth, impaling
herself on the man deep in her derriere, and then as he pushed back, she
would take Rocco in deeply.  She made cute damsel-in-distress noises as the
men plundered her.  The man at her rear was at full throttle.  His front
slapped Wendi's red ass in quick succession.  Rocco pulled out and spat in
her mouth before thrusting himself back in.  They were both gloating over
the little t-girl-in-training spread before them.

      "I can't believe it was so easy to bring this one here," Rocco said
to his partner at Wendi's rear.

      "Her ass is great!  She must have been a virgin before today," said
Mr. Anonymous.

      "She never expected us to take her like this, I think," Rocco said.
"She didn't know what kind of trouble she was in."  To Wendi he said, "You
hear that, little bitch?  We will do what we want with you.  You are being
filmed.  We can put it on the Internet.  Would you like that, Dolchessa?"

      "Mmmmmmph!" was all the alarmed Wendi could say.

      "You're nothing but a little slut," Anonymous said, "No real man
would suck on our dicks, and beg to be fucked.  I think we should cut that
little thing off of you.  We will show you what men are, and you will know
how to be a good girl."

      The cage preventing her little sissy cock from getting an erection
was wonderful torture like she had never felt was possible.  She continued
to try to plead and ask them to stop, but Rocco's implacable dick kept her
words unintelligible, though the vibrations of her vocal cords were an
amazing feeling playing along Rocco's wood.

      "You will never be able to go back to your old life after we are
through with you.  You're just our little whore now, and we will pimp you
to who we see fit.  You will suck and fuck them and do what we say.  Maybe
we will pimp you to the sailors you used to work with," Rocco said.

      "I love fucking your ass.  You give better blowjobs than any girl.
Your days of being a man are over, putana!" Anonymous said.

      The smack talking, along with Wendi's scared reaction, added fuel to
the fires of their lust.  Wendi was in ecstasy because she was out of
control and at the mercy of two ruthless men.  She still didn't know what
the ultimate outcome of her weekend of folly would be, but she was really
scared, and was surprised to find she rather enjoyed it.  Rocco loved being
able to intimidate the girl.  She was more feminine and a better lay than
most of the genetic, natural-born girls he had ever fucked ^Ö and there had
been very many.  She was going to bring the men off soon.

      The fucking reached a fever pitch.  They reached a rhythm Wendi
didn't think was possible.  She hoped she wasn't really being damaged, but
right at that point, it didn't seem to matter. The man in her tush leaned
forward and bit her neck and shoulder as Rocco pumped away at Wendi's
mouth, his cock like a greedy, hot fist.

      It was Rocco who orgasmed first.  His motions became jerky, and then
he planted himself all the way in one last time.  Wendi didn't have a
chance to taste her reward, as he pumped the semen straight down her throat
into her corseted belly.  Rocco's knees gave way and he slumped to the
floor.  The other man pumped even faster.  Wendi was sure he was wrecking
her booty, but he swelled, then thrust all the way in, a little farther
than he had at any other time, evoking another painful yelp from Wendi,
then she felt the giant twitching of the cock spurting jet after jet of man
cum into her battered butt.  The man collapsed onto her back, murmuring
endearing words into her ear and kissing her on the neck, shoulder, and
cheek.  Wendi turned to receive a real French kiss, witch the man delivered
with vigor.  She was finally able to glance at the black haired man with
the five-o-clock shadow and brown eyes.  He was ruggedly handsome and
angular like Rocco, and she already knew she liked him.

      After taking a few minutes to get over some of the afterglow and
languor of the intense session, the man released Wendi's bonds, except for
the collar, and helped her up.  "I am Nacho," he said.  "I am pleased to
meat you, Wendi, pun intended."

      "I like your smile!" Wendi said, still buzzed from ^Ö well, from
everything.  She saw that Patrizia had also lost another load to the scene
that had just played out.  She also saw that there were several changes
about the room.  The locked wardrobe held all manner of paddles, whips,
crops and cat o'nine tails, tawses and things she had never seen before,
along with some impressive butt plugs and dildos.  She hoped some of them
were just for show.  There were also stands holding all sorts of lights and
a camera.  She had just done a porno scene, for all intents and purposes.

      Nacho noticed her look askance at the camera.  "Don't worry, Wendi,"
he said, "The camera was for us to see how you looked on camera.  The
footage taken today is not for release.  You can keep the tape."

      "What about all the things you said while you were fucking me?" she
asked.

      "You will never have to do anything you do not wish," Nacho replied.
"I think we will look at the tape together, and then Joey will make you an
offer.  Let me undress you, Dolchessa, then we will shower; Rocco too, if
he will get out of the floor."

      Rocco groaned, and then moved.  "You are amazing, Wendi.  Tu bella
putana."

      Rocco had Wendi turn around and bend over.  He put the butt plug back
into Wendi's abused derriere, and then had her use a moist wipe to get rid
of excess lube.  She put her panties back on.

      Rocco and Nacho just stayed naked.  They walked Wendi to the main
bath, where there was a nice, warm Jacuzzi.  They stopped on the way for a
libation, Rocco and Nacho kept theirs tame, but loaded Wendi with another
double rum and coke.  They stripped Wendi naked; Rocco had a key to the
heels and the collar.  He left the cage on her little sissy parts.  He told
her to leave the plug in too, "Nacho gave you his seed.  He will tell you
if he wants to see it again," he joked.

      Wendi gratefully stepped into the steamy water and gingerly sat
between the two men.  She left her wig on and kept her hair out of the
water ^Ö for the most part, anyway.  Rocco echoed Nacho's opinion that Joey
would want to hire her for porn, Wendi was just too willing to do what they
liked filming to pass her up.  Wendi asked again what she should do about
her military contract.  Rocco said that was the least of her problems and
`not to worry her pretty little head' about it.  "Just worry about being as
feminine as possible.  There are many things you have left to learn,
Dolchessa," he said.

      Rocco took Wendi into an adjoining room in the baths and had her lie
down on the massage table there.  He gave her a masterful massage,
occasionally wiggling the plug imbedded in her tushy.  He put a pink terry
Victoria's Secret robe on her that came to mid-thigh and sent her back
upstairs to her room.  He told her to pick out something nice and casual
for dinner in thirty minutes.

      She went to `her' room and looked in the closet.  She found a skimpy
yellow summer dress.  She laid that on the bed.  She looked to find that
the drawers had been stocked with brand new pairs of panties while she and
Patrizia were in the bathroom.  She chose a pink tanga panty and matching
bra.  She loved the way the false breasts moved with her like real.  Maybe
she really would be able to have some of her own one day.  She put on the
underwear and dress, and found a little clutch to put some lip gloss in
with a compact.  She checked her makeup and made the touch-ups where
necessary.  She put on some white three inch wedge sandals and joined the
others downstairs in the dining room.

      Rocco, Joey, Patrizia and Nacho were there.  They ate dinner and
laughed and joked about Wendi's remarkable transformation, then retired to
the den where they watched the tape.  Everyone was horny by the end of the
scene.  Nacho was nibbling Wendi's neck, while Wendi was rubbing Rocco's
hard rod through his shorts.

	Joey broke in before they started having sex right there on the
couch.  "Wendi, I like what I see.  I tend to find the talent most of the
time, but Rocco is getting good at it too.  I want to offer you a
contract."

	"What kind of contract, Joey?"

	"I want you to be in movies with me when you are ready.  You have
to grow your hair out and need implants and hormones, but I want you.  The
question is, is this day a fantasy you like, or do you want to go back to
your other life.  Once you start on this path, you can't go back."

	"Well, I know I want to be a woman, and being in your movies would
be great, so long as I can get manhandled by guys like Nacho and Rocco, but
what about my military commitments?"

	"Think about it, Wendi.  The military is not an issue.  We have
doctors on payroll.  You can start hormones this minute.  You could have
tits on Monday.  If you go missing, they are going to think you went back
home, and they will be looking for a man, not you.  All you have to do is
say yes, and we will discuss particulars."

	It was all there.  Everything she had wanted to do in her life that
she was always afraid to do.  She could do it with these people here right
now with no judgment.  She was considered unique here, and was wanted
because of the uniqueness.  She would never get the chance again.

	"YES!"

Author's note: The use of so called, `exotic enemas' can be dangerous and
should only be used by experienced partners.  Using anything other than
warm water is very risky.  You COULD DIE if you introduced anything other
than that to your digestive system.  Remember: This story is a work of
FICTION, and as such, is subject to having content that really shouldn't
exist in the real world.  That includes condoms, though you will hardly
ever see them used in my stories.  For more information on enema safety
look up www. puckerup.com Goddess bless, Wendi