Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2019 21:17:57 +1030
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Saving Amy Part 6: The Cage

*SAVING AMY PART 6: THE CAGE*

*Tiffany is reunited with Amy, the girl who fooled Eric into thinking that
she needed to be saved and helped turn him into the sissy slut who now
works for her father's escort service. Amy has some unpleasant plans for
Tiffany- but only after she competes in a very unusual contest ...*

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Tiffany wanted to scream, but knew she couldn't. Not properly anyway, with
a ring gag in her mouth that held it open, gaping obscenely. All the same,
she let out a whimper as she felt yet another pulse from her trapped cock.

She wasn't sure exactly what was in the pill that she had been forced to
take, but she knew all too well what it had done. It had sent her into a
state of frantic arousal, every nerve in her body aflame with desire. Her
sensitive nipples, to which weighted clamps had been attached, were ablaze
with a combination of pain and erotic stimulation. But the real problem was
her groin, where her member had been locked tightly away in a silver cage.
She desperately wanted to get hard. But the metal bands that bit so cruelly
into her inflamed helmet, together with the band that was locked underneath
her swollen balls, prevented any erection. The agony was exquisite.

Nor could she touch her imprisoned organ - or indeed anything else. Not in
her current and very painful position. She was strapped to an elaborate
metal frame that held her a foot or so off the ground in roughly the same
position as if she'd been on her hands and knees. Except that her arms,
rather than going straight down to the floor, were splayed up and out
behind her. Her wrists were affixed to the back of the frame, immediately
above her ankles, with her butt protruding out and accessible to anyone
standing behind the frame. Two poles ran from her wrist bindings to connect
at their front ends with a leather chin strap that titled her head up and
back, exposing her open mouth.

Tiffany had been nervous about her latest Job for the Sissyfuckers Club
from the minute she and her fellow escorts had arrived at Selvey Manor, a
country estate set way back from the main road and surrounded by a
forbidding wall. Or to be accurate, she'd been even more nervous than on
her previous assignments for the organisation that had forcibly feminised
and degraded the smart young man she used to be - then somehow induced her
to believe that it would make sense to keep doing the same, for admittedly
very generous wages.

The crazy thing was that she had started to become, if not exactly
comfortable with who she now was, at least resigned to it - and even able
to enjoy certain aspects of her new role. She took some perverse pride in
looking as feminine as she could, and she was also starting to feel quite
close to Alyssa, another of the Club's sissies, with whom she now shared
not just an apartment, but a bed.

She wasn't sure why they'd been instructed to sleep together, but it made
her feel less lonely. She had the distinct feeling that Alyssa would like
to be more than just friends, though she wasn't yet ready for anything at
home that resembled the sex acts she was required to perform while at work
for the Club.

Even her last assignment, which had required her to fuck a young accountant
who was being sacked for repeatedly molesting his secretaries, then give
bonus blowjobs to the three partners who'd used her to entrap him, had not
been so bad. Certainly not compared to that horrendous night both at and
getting home from the mansion at which she'd first been enslaved, or the
time she had spent with a group of perverted teachers who had almost
drowned her in cum.

But today had been ... disturbing. From the first moment she'd seen the men
who were trained, used and seemed to live on the estate as horses, she'd
felt a terrible sense of foreboding. That had only grown as she was told
about some of them being "serviced" by others who were used as stallions,
and forced to endure mock pregnancies.

Bad as that had been, however, it had paled beside the horror and revulsion
at finding herself separated from the other escorts and taken away by Amy.
The same Amy who had been a waitress at the cafe where Eric, the young man
that Tiffany only dimly now remembered, had been kidnapped. The Amy who,
strapped naked to a rack, had seemed to be under threat of torture and
rape. The Amy that Eric had been trying to save, by agreeing to become a
sissy maid and offer his mouth and ass to a group of dinner guests.

And the same Amy who had turned out to be the daughter of the man who had
set up the Sissyfuckers Club and organised his kidnapping. She had forced
Tiffany into orally pleasuring her, while the other guests watched. But she
had also complained vociferously that by learning the script she had been
given too well, Tiffany had spared Amy punishments that she would have
preferred to endure.

She clearly had a warped personality. And judging by the venomous remarks
she directed to Tiffany while taking her down into a dungeon at the base of
the manor house, she knew how to hold a grudge. Even the outfit she was
wearing, a red latex bodysuit with black riding boots, was scary.

Tiffany was sufficiently fearful as to what might happen to her that,
notwithstanding the prospect of retribution from her employer, she might
have tried to overpower the slightly built Amy and make her escape. But she
was not prepared to challenge the snarling guard dogs that accompanied Amy
and watched Tiffany's every move with barely veiled menace. They were
utterly terrifying - not least because they too were men, or at least
remnants of men. She could not even begin to fathom how they had been
persuaded or forced into that role - but they were utterly convincing in it.

And so she had been strapped into this infernal device, and then left in
the dungeon with a hood over her head. Every now and again, someone -
perhaps Amy, perhaps someone else - would tiptoe into the cell and caress
her naked behind, or derisively flick her caged cock, and just as silently
leave again. Each time that happened she would shriek with fright - or try
to. And then she would wait on tenterhooks for the next visit.

Worse still, she could sometimes hear the dogs prowling around the dungeon.
On one horrible occasion one of them actually touched her legs and then put
his head between her buttocks and started licking her asshole. She screamed
so much that she thought she was going to be sick. But then the hands
(paws?) and tongue were withdrawn and she was once again left waiting for
the next unexpected contact.

For what seemed to be a period of hours, she was left in this state, her
nerves stretched near to breaking point. She began to hear muted sounds
from nearby, which she really hoped weren't screams, but she feared might
be. Finally, the hood was taken from her head and she blinked in the dim
light. A pill of some kind was dropped into her wide open mouth, followed
by a glass of water that was much needed but nonetheless caused her to
choke and gasp.

"So, Tiffany the slut, how do you like the accommodation?" It was Amy's
voice, dripping with menace. "There are a lot of dungeons in this house,
and they have some fabulous equipment. I know, because I've tested most of
it! But this one's my favourite. Mistress Leto only just had it installed,
and as soon as I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for you ..."

Tiffany could hear the blonde girl walking around her. There was a tapping
sound, which she assumed was being made by the riding crop that she had
noticed Amy carrying earlier. The footsteps stopped immediately behind her.

"You see, what I love about this is not just the way you're locked up. It's
how wonderfully ... accessible you are. And from both ends too. I mean,
with that ass of yours sticking out, I can just spank it ..." Tiffany gave
a muffled cry as she felt the slap of the crop against her naked buttocks.

"Or put something in it ..." Her victim moaned again as the tip of what she
assumed was the handle of the riding crop was pressed against her exposed
anus, then pushed a little way inside. "I could even give the dogs a treat
and let them fuck you ... you know, doggie-style."

Amy chuckled and moved round to stand in front of Tiffany. She bent down
and stared into the trussed sissy's frightened face. "And as for this wide
open mouth of yours, well, maybe the dogs could have one end each. Or we
could use you as a rubbish bin, or an ashtray. Or maybe a toilet. Come to
think of it, I feel like taking a pee right now ..."

Tiffany's eyes looked down at Amy's groin, prompting another laugh from her
tormentor. "But it would take way too long to get out of this bodysuit
right now. Besides, I have something more important to do, which is ..."
Tiffany moaned again as Amy moved behind her and out of her field of
vision. There was a click - and one of her aching arms was suddenly free to
move.

"... to let you out", finished Amy. Bemused, Tiffany heard and felt each of
the locks being released, until finally she could scramble unsteadily to
her feet. The clamps were taken off her nipples, and last of all the cage
was removed from her cock. It instantly stiffened to an erection. Tiffany's
hand moved almost involuntarily to grab it, but before she could so so, Amy
seized her arm.

"Hands behind your back. Now." She looked meaningful at the guard dogs, who
were sitting nearby, giving every impression that they would be delighted
to subdue Tiffany. The sissy did as she was told and her wrists were
handcuffed. She finally found her voice. "What's ... what's going on?"

"That was just to give you a taste of what you're in for later, sweets",
grinned Amy. "Unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"You'll see! Now come on, this way."

Amy led Tiffany down a corridor lined with doors to what she presumed were
other dungeons, then up a flight of steps into the main part of the house.
Tiffany walked like an old woman, her joints aching from her hours strapped
to the frame, though they were gradually loosening up.

The guard dogs followed them, snarling, until they arrived at what looked
like some kind of ballroom - or at least, that appeared to be its usual
function. But today, it housed a giant cage, with black metal bars.
Surrounding it were raised steps, on which a crowd of spectators - who all
seemed to be women - were standing.

As Tiffany was led into the cage, through an open door, she noticed that
ten or so people were already inside. But not any sort of people - they
each appeared to be sissified men. Some were much more feminine than
others, with a few even sporting breasts. But all, like Tiffany, had erect
members and they were shuffling uncomfortably, suggesting that they too had
been chemically aroused. They also shared the same attire - fishnet
stockings, platform heels, and nothing else - while their hands were
likewise cuffed behind their backs.

Tiffany was struck by the appearance of one of them, a tall brunette who
bore an uncanny facial resemblance to the singer Katy Perry. But she also
had breasts that were far bigger than the original's, while the heroically
sized cock that jutted upwards from her groin must have been at least
twelve inches long. Tiffany strongly suspected that she had been
cosmetically altered to look that way, either to humiliate her, or to cater
to someone else's fantasy - or perhaps both.

So struck was she by this amazing sight that for a moment Tiffany didn't
realise that her fellow escorts were also in the cage. But Alyssa, Melanie
and Vanessa were already moving forwards to greet her. All of them seemed
to be sporting scratches and bruises of one sort or another. "Oh Tiffany!"
cried Alyssa. "We were so worried! Are you all ri-"

There was a flash and a fizzing sound, and Alyssa's greeting was choked off
by a gasp of pain. Tiffany stared dumbfounded at her friend, who had
dropped to her knees. Then her head swivelled to take in the hard-faced
woman in a guard's uniform standing just outside the cage. She was
retracting a long staff with wires curling round a metal tip, which she had
evidently just used to prod Alyssa. "No talking", she growled, as Alyssa
pulled herself to her feet.

"No indeed", said an amplified voice, and the chatter of the spectators
died as Amy, wearing a headset mike, stepped into the cage. "Welcome", she
announced, "to what I like to call the cagefucking contest." This prompted
cheers and laughs from the watching women.

"You good women know the rules", continued Amy, "but for the benefit of
these sorry excuses for men who've been chosen as contestants, here they
are. The winner has to be the sole person left in the cage who has not been
thrown out. You will be thrown out if you touch your cock, or spill a
single drop of your seed other than in someone else's body, or if someone
else comes in your ass. You will also be thrown out if you punch, kick,
scratch or headbutt another contestant."

Amy smirked. "There will be a time limit of one hour. If more than one
sissy is left in the cage, everyone loses. And to make it hard for you to
do nothing, we've given you all a pick-me-up that will have made you just a
teensy bit horny. Or actually, *very* horny." More laughter. "But if you
think you can keep your hands off your cocks, or stop someone else from
making you come, by all means give it a try. But here's a hint: it won't
work!"

She nodded to the guards stationed on each side of the cage, who beckoned
the sissies over and started unlocking their handcuffs. "If you lose, which
most of you will, you get to go to your very own dungeon and get put back
in whatever delightful equipment you've each just been testing out. And
whoever has bid the highest for you at our charity auction will be along to
play with you." She turned and looked directly at Tiffany, who with a
sinking feeling knew for a certainty who would be tormenting her, should
she not emerge from the cage victorious,

"And if you win, well - you get to just watch the fun. Or join in if you
feel so inclined." That prompted another bout of amusement. "And now - let
the contest begin!" With that she stalked out of the cage and the door
slammed behind her.

For a moment, the sissies left inside stared at one another. Tiffany was
desperately trying to ignore the urgent need to take hold of her rock hard
member, and knew that the others were in the same condition. She wasn't
sure she could hold out very long. As she shot a helpless glance at her
fellow escorts, cries erupted from behind her and she whirled round to see
several of the sissies grappling with one another.

As the four of them were watching the wrestling, bemused, a tall, heavily
tattooed sissy with blonde hair approached them. Sizing them up, she
decided that the twins might be easier marks than the taller Alyssa and
Tiffany, and made to seize Vanessa. With a cry, Melanie moved in to defend
her sister, but was felled by a savage blow to the head.

There was a crack, a fizzling sound and then screaming from the tattooed
sissy as she was jabbed repeatedly by one of the guard's staffs. She fell
to the floor moaning. Tiffany heard the sound of the cage door opening, and
then two human dogs were racing past her to grab the aggressor and drag her
out of the cage. She watched as the helpless sissy, still writhing in agony
from the electric shocks administered to her, was removed.

There was a cry from behind her and Tiffany looked round to see that Alyssa
was battling unsuccessfully to prevent Vanessa being dragged away by Katy
Perry and a mean-faced redhead. Behind the struggling foursome, an
opportunistic brunette had pinned the dazed Melanie to the floor and was
parting her legs, As Tiffany looked on, helpless, she watched the brunette
thrust her fat cock inside the young sissy and start pounding her ass. It
seemed to take only a few brutal strokes, and then the brunette was
groaning in release.

So Melanie was out, and so too it seemed would be Vanessa. She was being
held in a choke hold by the strongly built redhead, while her accomplice
was positioning herself to penetrate the young-looking sissy. Tiffany
caught Alyssa's arm, worried that her friend would be hurt if she attempted
a rescue.

"Alyssa!" she called out urgently, then looked around frantically to see if
she was going to be zapped. But the guards were watching impassively, so it
seemed talking during the contest wasn't against the rules. Besides, it was
hard to be heard amid the uproar among the watching women as they cheered
and jeered what was happening in the cage, some of them disgustedly ripping
up what might well be betting slips.

"What is it babe?" asked Alyssa, reluctantly dragging her eyes off the
struggling Vanessa, as a couple more of the contestants were escorted from
the cage. "I can't - I can't hold on any longer", groaned Tiffany, grabbing
one hand with the other to prevent it from seizing her throbbing organ. She
had the feeling that even if she did nothing, her involuntary twitching was
going to be enough to drive her over the edge.

Her flatmate looked at her, wild-eyed, but then blinked a few times. "I've
got an idea", she announced. "Down on the ground. Now!"

Tiffany didn't argue, but lay down on the parquet floor, gingerly avoiding
any contact with her straining erection. Alyssa positioned herself next to
her friend, with her groin next to Tiffany's head. "Suck me", she urged.
When the other sissy simply stared at her, mouth agape, she snapped:
"Please! I'll do the same for you!" And without warning she brought her
head down on Tiffany's cock and fed it into her mouth.

For a few seconds, Tiffany was unable to move as the sensation of
desperately needed contact rushed through her pelvis and up her torso. But
then she forced herself to locate Alyssa's own loaded weapon and wrap her
lips around it.

This was the first time that Tiffany had touched her friend's sizeable
member since their performance together for the Perverted Teachers Society
- and she was shocked to realise that she actually wanted it in her mouth.
As she ran her tongue over the head, and concentrated on directing its bulk
down and into her gullet, she momentarily forgot everything else that was
happening.

Until, that is, she realised that she was pumping what felt like a gallon
of sperm down her friend's throat. She opened her mouth to say something,
but a muffled squeal from Alyssa quickly returned her to the task of
servicing the other sissy. In no time at all Alyssa was pouring out her own
load. Remembering the rules, Tiffany made sure that she licked and sucked
every last drop of cum, not releasing the cock in her mouth until it was
completely clean. She could feel her friend doing exactly the same for her.

The two disengaged and got to their feet, grinning at one another. But
something made Tiffany look round for Amy, who turned out to be watching
them from the nearest bars. The slender blonde was applauding
sarcastically. But then her gaze dropped slightly, and her grin broadened.
Tiffany looked down to see what she was looking at and realised that her
cock was still completely hard - and so too was Alyssa's. Moreover, the
sensation of needing to be touched and stimulated was returning. Soon it
was as strong as it had been a minute or two earlier.

Tiffany started to cry in frustration. She simply couldn't help it. She
felt Alyssa gather her in her arms and hold her tight, though twisting her
body to avoid any contact between their raging erections.

After a moment, Tiffany's sobs subsided, though she still trembled with the
effort of withstanding the signals being sent from her groin. She lifted
her head and kissed Alyssa softly on the lips, then tucked her head back
down into the nape of the other sissy's neck. "Thank you", she said, "I
don't know what - Oh shit, look out!"

Catching a blur of movement out of the corner of her eye, and alerted by a
sudden lift in the crowd noise, she flung Alyssa off to one side and jerked
back the other way. The movement was barely enough to escape the clutches
of the brunette who had fucked the stricken Melanie.

With a snarl, the other sissy tried to follow and grab her. But from her
staggering gait, it seemed clear that she was not used to heels of anything
like the size she had been forced to wear. Both Tiffany and Alyssa,
although still hampered themselves by the ungainly footwear, found it much
easier to dodge around.

As the brunette made a despairing lunge for Tiffany, she slipped to the
floor. Before she could rise, she was set upon by Katy Perry and the
redhead, who seemed to be working as a team. There didn't seem to be anyone
else left in the cage. They had clearly either been claimed by one of the
other contestants, succumbed to the desire to touch themselves, or broken
the rules in some way.

Alyssa watched the struggle for a moment and then turned to Tiffany. "I
really don't want to fight them", she said, raising her voice so as to be
heard over the clamour of the spectators. "And I've had enough of this
stupid game, haven't you?" Tiffany nodded. "Well then", continued her
friend, "let's go out on our terms, shall we?"

And with what she stepped forward and once again embraced Tiffany, her
mouth finding the other sissy's lips. But this time she reached down and
gently grasped Tiffany's aching cock. Tiffany gasped and made to draw back,
but then sighed in understanding. Relaxing as much as the frantic need in
her groin would allow, her own hand reached out to find Alyssa's rampant
organ. But rather than stroke it, she guided it until it was rubbing
against her own pulsing member.

"Aaahhh", sighed Alyssa softly. And then need took over and they were
rubbing their dicks together, hands clasped around each other's rigid
poles, while they kissed passionately. In the background, there was a roar
from the crowd, as the Katy Perry lookalike suddenly and unexpectedly
turned on the powerful redhead, pinning her arms and urging the surprised
brunette to milk the redhead's cock. But the two escorts were oblivious,
their focus only on each other and the growing tide rising in their groins.

Alyssa came first, her cum spurting up to cover their bellies and then
dribbling out to lubricate the two cocks. But neither interrupted their
kissing or the motion of their joined hands, and just seconds later Tiffany
provided a fountain of her own, her juices mingling with Alyssa's as they
poured out of her spasming member.

Tiffany wanted desperately to stay where she was, safe in Alyssa's arms and
heedless of the sticky mess that now covered their lower torsos. But
mindful again of her surroundings, she looked around and saw a guard
raising her staff and preparing to target the two escorts. She held her
hands up in supplication. "We're going!" she called, and grabbed her
girlfriend by the hand to lead her out of the cage before they could be
zapped. On their way out they were pushed aside by the redhead, clearly
irate at how she had been treated.

Almost everyone else seemed to have eyes on the final battle between the
two remaining contestants. But as Alyssa and Tiffany exited, breathing
heavily and looking ruefully at their organs, which were still as hard as
ever, Amy was waiting for them.

"Pity", said Amy, looking directly at Tiffany. "I'd been looking forward to
seeing Kaydee feed every inch of her meat into your useless ass. And yours
for that matter", she added, switching her gaze to Alyssa. Her tone was
light, and she was smiling, but she gave the clear impression of barely
restrained anger. Paying no attention to the commotion around her, she
extended her hand, and used a couple of figures to wipe some of the
accumulated cum off Alyssa's belly. She tasted it reflectively, made a
face, and spat it out.

"Never liked that stuff", she said. "But it has its uses." She seemed to
look off into the distance for a moment, as if thinking of something else.
But then her eyes refocused and she beckoned to Tiffany. "Come on. Time to
get reacquainted."

Alyssa put her hand on Amy's arm. "But what are you going to -"

Amy slapped her hard across the face. "You keep your mouth shut, sissy",
she said furiously. "You're not paid to talk - and certainly not to lay
your hands on me. If it was my decison you'd be in the stables providing
some entertainment for the stallions - and staying there too. You've been
auctioned off for the rest of the day, so I can't. But I don't imagine
whoever bought you will be too happy at how little fight you put up in
there. So just stay there and wait until you're claimed."

She turned her attention back to Tiffany. "You, with me. Now." She gave
Alyssa one last glare, then stalked off imperiously, with Tiffany and a
couple of the guard dogs in her wake. As they left the ballroom, Tiffany
glanced back, but Alyssa was not looking her way. She was with an older
woman with bright red hair, who was in the process of attaching a collar to
the sissy's neck. Tiffany shivered.

Back down in the dungeon, Tiffany was once again strapped to the metal
frame, though this time there was no blindfold, nor a cage for her cock.
Although she still had only a limited range of vision, it was enough to
show her Amy stripping out of her bodysuit and boots. For one horrible
moment, Tiffany thought that the woman was going to take a pee in her
mouth. But Amy, who seemed to sense what her victim was thinking, merely
mimed squatting over Tiffany's mouth and then left the cell, grinning.

If that was a relief, however, what she was wearing when she returned sent
an icy shard of fear straight into Tiffany's heart. It was a strapon dildo,
almost as big as the Katy Perry lookalike's cock, and studded with wicked
looking spikes.

"Do you like it?" Amy asked, then giggled "It does make a bit of a mess,
I'm afraid, but on the plus side, after I'm finished you'll be able to fit
two cocks at once inside you. Once the stitches have been removed, that is
..."

She disappeared behind Tiffany, who began to make guttural sounds of terror
that only increased as she felt something sharp pressed against her rectum.
She threw herself against the bindings that held her, in a desperate bid to
break free, but to no avail. She almost fainted at the thought of the flesh
tearing as the dildo ground its way into her rear passage, and was just
taking in the breath for the loudest scream she could muster, when -

"What on earth are you doing Amy?" a voice demanded from the dungeon
entrance. Tiffany couldn't place it immediately, although it was vaguely
familiar. She felt the brutal toy pull back from her ass and heard her
captor snarl: "None of your fucking business!"

"Yes it is - that's exactly what it is!" came the response. "Here, I've got
Daddy on the phone - he wants to talk to you, okay?" There was a brief
pause, before Amy said in a sullen tone: "All right - give it to me."

Tiffany, who was sobbing with relief, heard the young woman walk away a few
steps, and then a muted conversation took place. Amy seemed to be doing
little of the talking, although the little blonde did at one stage loudly
exclaim "*How much?*".

The trussed sissy started as a figure appeared in front of her and patted
her softly on the head. "It'll be all right sweetie, you'll see."

With a jolt, Tiffany recognised Nancy, Amy's sister. She had been present
when Eric was first taken, and had then done the makeup job which had so
skilfully transformed him into Tiffany. Later, she had recruited Tiffany
and helped prepare her for her first couple of assignments. She seemed to
have some kind of managerial position at the Sissyfuckers Club, though
Tiffany hadn't seen her now for some weeks. Unlike her sister, she seemed
to have some level of compassion for Tiffany - although plainly not enough
to prevent her from working for so appalling a business.

Amy stomped back into view and slapped the phone into her sister's hands.
"So", asked Nancy, "you understand why *that*" - she indicated the spiked
strapon - "isn't a good idea?"

"Yes", conceded Amy, unbuckling the harness. "But can I at least let the
dogs have some fun with her? Apparently their dicks have been modified to
swell up, or something, so this kind of knot gets stuck inside the bitch
they're fucking. It's supposed to be hilarious watching them trying to get
free afterwards ..."

"No sis, you can't", said Nancy firmly. "She's off limits, understood?"

"Sure", said Amy in a grumpy voice. "All right then", said Nancy, "can we
get her out of these locks?"

Amy rolled her eyes and then threw a bunch of keys in her sister's
direction. "Do it your fucking self", she said, and turned to leave the
dungeon.

"Amy!" The blonde stopped, and without turning round, muttered "What is it
now?"

"Don't go taking it out on the other escorts, you hear? They're assets too.
If you need someone to play with, ask Mistress Leto. I'm sure one of her
maids is in her bad books for something or other. Or even her husband..."

Amy walked off without further reply. Nancy shook her head and began the
elaborate process of freeing her employee. "I'm sorry Tiff, sometimes I
don't know what to do with her. She gets a little crazy, sometimes ..."

"A little" might be the understatement of the year, Tiffany thought, but
she held her tongue as the bonds came off and concentrated on trying to
regain the equilibrium she had so badly lost. But it was difficult, with
her dick still rock hard and demanding attention.

"I'm going to take you straight back to the city, and you can stay with me
tonight, to make sure you've recovered properly", Nancy was saying. She
noticed Tiffany looking downwards. "And I'll give you something as soon as
I can to, um, cool you off." She furrowed her brow, then went on in a
slightly different tone. "In the meantime, can I ... help you out with
that? You know, give you a bit of relief?"

Tiffany stared at the manager for a few seconds, and then said: "Uh, sure -
if you like?" Nancy's answer was to sink to her knees and take the sissy's
throbbing cock into her mouth ...

*********************

Vance put down the phone and pursed his lips. He liked Amy and appreciated
her kinky tastes - but sometimes her behaviour was borderline psychotic and
she needed to be reined in. He wondered idly whether a stint at the Manor's
pony school might not be in order - and then grinned to himself. Perhaps
that was taking "reining in" just a tad too literally ...

Nancy, on the other hand, was far more reliable. But she also had the habit
of sometimes getting a little too close to some of the Club's assets. As
she plainly was with Tiffany, for example.

Vance looked again at the email he had received earlier that day from the
Sextel Corporation. The message had offered him a truly staggering sum of
money to buy out Tiffany's contract and have her go work for the Trans
Dream Agency, which was just one of many businesses Sextel operated.

TDA wasn't a direct competitor of the Si Fu Club, because it catered to
slightly different tastes. In particular, it required the sissies on its
books to have surgical modifications to make them more obviously female. In
fact he was pretty sure that one of their castoffs had been on show at the
Manor today. TDA clearly had plans for Tiffany, though Vance wondered how
it had come to value her so highly.

Ordinarily, the business decision would be a simple one. The amount on
offer was easily large enough to persuade Vance to sell. But Nancy was the
complication. She was insisting that Tiffany be told about what would
happen if she went to TDA and be given the choice to keep her current body.
Vance chuckled. As if the Club would ever have become the success it was by
respecting its victims' wishes!

Still, he didn't want to override his daughter without hearing her out. And
it might not hurt to try and discover why TDA was so desperate to acquire
this particular escort. But both of those things could wait until tomorrow.
For now, it was time for some entertainment.

Humming quietly to himself, and turning on the big screen on the wall, he
settled down on the sofa in his office to watch a replay of the cagefucking
contest ..

*To be continued*