Hostile Takeover, Part 2 · Part 1

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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."

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