Hostile Takeover, Part 2

Hostile Takeover, Part 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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"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!"

Hostile Takeover, Part 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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