From a Dream to a Nightmare to ....

A husband learns the hard way to be very careful what he wishes for.

CHAPTER 1

Jason and Abigail had been married five years and their sex life to date was very satisfying, but pretty much vanilla.  They always showered first and climbed into bed together.  There was plenty of kissing and touching and occasionally there would be oral sex, although only as foreplay.  Abby wasn’t keen on swallowing or even spitting; she didn’t want semen in her mouth.  It wasn’t that she’d had a negative experience; she just found the idea abhorrent.  After a suitable amount of foreplay Jason would climb between her legs and fuck in missionary position.  Occasionally—maybe once every two months or so—Abby would climb atop her husband and ride him or allow him to fuck her doggie style. 

It was at this time that Jason’s career took off.  Actually it was more a rocket launch than a jet plane.  Jason had majored in Finance and graduated at the top of his class from Harvard Business School, taking a highly paid job as an analyst for a major brokerage firm.  At the age of twenty-eight he became an assistant fund manager for a highly successful hedge fund and at thirty-two he was promoted again to fund manager.  Jason’s third as manager, a difficult one for the market, saw his annual bonus approach the one billion dollar mark.  Yes, that’s right, ONE BILLION DOLLARS as the fund had record performance, far exceeding anyone’s expectations.  The fund earned the firm more than ten billion so the bonus was not at all out of line.

As his career advanced, Jason’s sexual preferences started to become what Abby would consider kinky, even perverse.  The first time she noticed anything she had come from the bathroom to find her husband tightly secured to the four corners of the bed.  When she asked him what was happening he simply replied, “I want you to have your way with me.  Do whatever you want.”  Abby was amused; she knew she could do anything to him even hurt him beyond anything he could possibly imagine.  Taking it slow she pinched his nipples with her fingernails, making him squirm from the pain, and squeezed his balls, not too much—just enough to give him a little pain before climbing onto his rock hard cock and, sliding his cock between her labia, riding him to an incredible orgasm.

After that he would surprise her with some bondage or S & M scenario about once a month which Abby thought was not great, but…OK.  She may have been an elementary teacher, but she wasn’t a prude and she understood the need to satisfy her husband sexually.  She would never have considered herself a sexpot, but she wasn’t a cold fish, either.  She had a decent body with a 34B bra size and a small waist, flat abdomen, and narrow hips.  She had always thought that her ass was her best feature. She must have had something going for her—she was hit on at least once a year, mostly by male teachers and administrators, but occasionally by one of the women.

Jason’s record setting year as fund manager had just ended when his BDSM activities escalated.  Instead of once a month he jumped to once every two weeks and, after a few months, to once a week.  Then Jason startled her by declaring that he wanted to serve as her sex slave for the coming weekend.  Playing along, Abby met him at the door when he arrived home Friday evening.  “Strip, slave, and get your sorry ass on the floor.  Slaves don’t walk around here without permission.”  Jason was thrilled by his wife’s dominance.  He couldn’t get out of his suit fast enough, placing it in a neat pile by the door.  He waited patiently on his knees for further instructions and was surprised when Abby placed a leather collar around his neck.  “Don’t even think of removing this, slave.  It’s your slave collar—let it remind you of your status here.”  Clipping a leash to the D-ring she tugged him into the living room.

“OK, slave here are the rules you need to know.  Break even one and I’ll punish you severely.  One, you’ll be naked all weekend.  Two, you’ll crawl unless you are given permission to walk.  Three, you will be silent unless I address you first.  I don’t want to hear you open that yap to complain.  If you do I will punish you.  Four, slaves do not use furniture or beds.  Five, you will eat once I am done from a bowl on the floor.  You will not be permitted to use your hands while eating or drinking—I have two nice dog bowls for your use.  Six, you will sleep in MY bedroom, but you will be chained to the bed frame and sleep on the floor unless something I purchased is delivered.  Then you will sleep in it.  Seven, you will follow all directives completely and without hesitation, and, finally, you will not cum without permission.  In fact, lie on the floor.  I have something for you.”

Jason was impressed by how Abby was playing the game so he lowered his head, commenting only, “Yes, Mistress.”  He lay in the middle of the large room, his arms and legs out at a forty-five degree angle.  Abby sat at his side as she opened a large brown paper bag.  Inside was a stainless steel cock cage.  She placed his testicles and penis within the restraining ring, applied some lube to his cock and slid it into the tube.  She showed Jason the special bolts that she would use to secure the device before she tightened them and placed the custom wrench on a long silver chain between her shapely breasts.  “There,” she told her slave, “now you’re completely under my control.  Behave yourself and I may take it off you on Sunday night.  If you don’t….”

“Get up and come over to the dining room table.”  Jason could see that Abby had tied several ropes to each of the table’s legs.  She bent Jason over the end of the table and tied off his wrists and ankles.  She ran her fingers over his butt.  “You need to understand my authority over you and you need to recognize that I can and will hurt you if necessary.”  She pulled a large ball gag from a nearby bag and buckled it tightly behind his head.  “Remember, slave, this whole thing was your idea, not mine.  I’m just doing this because I have to.”  She paddled his skinny ass thirty times.  Jason was bawling when she was only half-way done.  “Get your rosy red ass up and make the dinner.  I’ve already done my part—I baked two potatoes.  You’ll find a ribeye in the fridge and some ears of corn.  Cook them on the grill.”

Jason raised his hand and Abby recognized him, already knowing what he was about to say.  “Mistress,” he began, “our neighbors can see me on the patio.  May I please dress?”

“No, it’s a warm evening.  You don’t need clothes.  If I hear another complaint I’ll take the cane to your butt.  Now get moving.”  Jason prepared the steak before going outside to light the grill.  He turned just in time to see Abby take his picture—outside in the early evening, in daylight, stark naked.  Several photos later Abby turned and sat at the computer.  Seconds later the photos were en route to her mail box.

Slave Jason cooked and prepared Abby’s meal, serving it to her at the table.  “Kneel here at my side,” she ordered her slave.  Jason stayed there silent while Abby finished her meal watching his hot meal go cold.  When she was done she rose, signaling him to “stay!”  She cut the remaining steak into tiny pieces and sliced the kernels from the cob.  She removed the potato from the skin, mashed it with some butter and poured the entire mess into a large dog bowl.  She placed the bowl on the floor with a second bowl of cool water and signaled her slave to begin.  “You have ten minutes to eat then clean up the dishes and take out the garbage.  Maybe you’ll get lucky and it will be dark by then.  Either way, you are not to dress to go outside.  I expect you to be done in less than thirty minutes.”

She almost laughed when Jason pushed the bowl all around the kitchen floor; she took several photos of her naked husband clad only in a cock cage, laughing as she did.  He hurried and completed his assignment in just under his deadline.  He knelt next to his Mistress awaiting her orders.  Abby opened her legs, exposing her wet pussy and pointed him to it.  “Lick,” was the only order she gave.  Normally Jason was all too happy to receive oral sex from his wife, but he wasn’t much on the giving side.  He moved slowly between his wife’s legs, a little too slowly apparently, because Abby reached over his back and delivered two swats with the cane.  “Remember what I said about not hesitating?  You’ll be doing this many times this weekend and if you hesitate again it will be doubled.  Now get in here and eat me.”  Jason rushed to his wife’s pussy.

Abby had planned this well.  Knowing that she would demand he eat her pussy she had intentionally not washed her pubic area for several days.  Jason was about to hesitate again when he saw the cane in her hand.  He dove in, disgusted by the taste and smell.  “I didn’t wash as you can see.  That’s your job, slave.  Clean me and make me cum.”  Jason began by licking up from her asshole to her clit.  Several full tongue licks removed most of the offensive odors.  He pushed the tip into her tunnel drinking as much of her nectar as he could.  He pushed his finger into her G-spot as he licked and sucked on her hard hot bud.  Abby was really horny so she came fast and hard, shaking herself almost out of the chair as she drenched her slave’s face.

Jason thought he was done until Abby directed him, “While you’re down there you might as well lick my asshole.  It’s itchy just now.”  Jason dropped his head, stuck out his tongue and licked.  “Yuccckkk,” he thought, “doesn’t she ever wipe her ass?”  He could taste some residual shit.  He was just about to quit when the doorbell rang.  Abby rose to get it and was pleased when it was the delivery van from the pet store.  “Please bring it in here.  Will you please set it up for me?”  She tipped the driver twenty dollars then brought her slave into the bedroom.  “Your bed,” she commented, pointing to the large dog cage.  There was a thin vinyl pad and a large lock on the door.  When Jason pouted Abby pointed and Jason reluctantly entered.  Abby stopped him when he was almost in and cuffed his hands behind his back.  She threw a small pillow and car blanket in behind him, locking the door with a slam.  It was just past eight, too early to sleep so Jason sat as best he could considering the three foot ceiling.

CHAPTER 2

Abby counted nine weekends that passed in exactly the same manner.  It was during the following week that Jason announced that he wanted to quit his job—they had hundreds of millions invested from the outstanding year—to become Abby’s full-time slave.  “Don’t quit yet.  I need to think about this first.  I’ll let you know within the week.”  While Abby accepted the occasional kinky sex date as reasonably normal, she hated having to deal with her “slave” every single weekend.  It was a lot of work at a time when she thought she should be relaxing.  She did not think being a full-time Mistress was what she wanted.  The following afternoon she drove home, but stopped one house short to meet with her neighbor, Mario, an accomplished attorney.

“Mario, I’m beside myself with Jason’s slave demands; he’s driving me crazy.  I want you to represent me in divorce proceedings.”  She told him all about Jason’s needs and how she had beaten him into submission on several occasions.  Using his computer she went online and showed him all the photos she had taken.  When she was done Mario sat silently for several minutes before speaking, “Why settle for half a loaf when you can have the whole thing?  Let me suggest something to you.”  He leaned in to whisper even though they were the only people in the house.  When he finished he backed up a few inches as Abby stared into his dark clear eyes.  Their effect was hypnotic; she moved forward to kiss him.  Mario was a handsome man of forty-five, slightly gray at the temples, but with a full head of lustrous black hair.  He had a broad mouth and the whitest teeth Abby had ever seen.  It was a magical moment when their lips met—hers full and soft, his firm and determined.  When he broke the kiss he stood, lifted Abby in his strong arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.  Abby had never cheated on Jason, but this didn’t feel like cheating.  Jason had been another person since his obsession with becoming a slave had surfaced several months ago.  Not only had Abby needed a strong man to take her, her husband had never been taken out of the chastity cage since that first weekend almost three months ago.  He hadn’t had an orgasm in that time and Abby hadn’t been fucked either.  She had been tongued to numerous orgasms but sometimes she needed a hard cock in her and this was one of those times.

Mario carried her to his bedroom, setting her gently at the side of the bed.  Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, commenting repeatedly on how beautiful she was.  Jason had rarely complimented her on any of her physical attributes and recently he had been obsessed with his own perverted needs.  Seconds later Abby’s skirt and panties found their way to the pile on the chair.  Mario stepped back to examine his prize.  “Bella…que bella.  You’re a very beautiful woman, Abby.  Come here and kiss me again.”  Abby stepped to his side, reached up with both hands, and held him as she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue past his teeth.  Mario’s hands found their way to her breasts and nipples.  Rolling her nipples between his fingers elicited a soft groan from Abby’s mouth.  His hand moved slowly and gently to her cunt.  He rubbed his hand up and down her slit, moistening it with her nectar.  Abby could not ever remember being so wet or so turned on, not even on her honeymoon with Jason.

As Abby broke the kiss she moved to her knees unbuckling Mario’s belt and pulling his pants to his ankles.  His silk boxers soon followed, exposing his thick eight inch erection.  Abby marveled at the broad reddish purple head as she licked droplets of pre-cum from his urethra and ran her tongue around his helmet.  Abby couldn’t wait to suck this weapon into her mouth and take him deep into her throat.  She bobbed her head up and down covering his organ with her saliva as she washed the cock with her tongue.  Mario pulled her up, positioning her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed.  Covering his hard cock with a condom he leaned forward, sliding into Abby in a single strong thrust; Abby received him eagerly and easily—her pussy was soaking wet.  Her flesh was so needy after months of abstinence.  Mario grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he rammed her cunt harder and harder until he saw her shudder and cum.  That triggered his orgasm—he drove into her six consecutive times, loading the condom with his baby cream.

Afterwards they lay on the bed in each other’s arms as Mario described the numerous steps to deal with Jason and safely eliminate him from Abby’s life.  Abby told Jason she would be his full-time Mistress over the weekend, but…if he were to become her slave it would have to be a complete capitulation.  He would have to surrender each and every asset to her—his car, his boat, all his bank accounts, all his stocks, bonds, and mutual funds—everything.  “If you don’t do this it will be just a game and I don’t want to play games with you about your slavery.  It will be serious business for me and a lot of work, too.  Don’t forget, I’ll have all the responsibility.  I’m not getting involved in this if I think you’ll back out at some future time because you’re tired of it.  So, Jason, how committed to this are you?  I have a paper here that Mario prepared for us.  It covers all your investments.  Just sign and it will be done.  Don’t and I’m not interested.”  Jason signed, ecstatic that Abby was taking his needs so seriously.  “Next, I have a slave contract for you.  It will be necessary for me to punish you from time to time.  I don’t want you getting pissed at me sometime and going to the police.  If you sign you’re giving away all your rights so think carefully.”  Jason signed without hesitation.  Abby walked over to him, kissed him tenderly on the lips and told him how proud she was of his commitment.  His slavery would start in a month, right after his last day of work.

Abby had just gotten home from shopping the following week when the doorbell rang.  It was a carpenter hired by Mario to make some adjustments to the house—adjustments needed to help manage Jason’s slave status. Two sets of strong screw eyes and chains were installed in the bedroom.  One set went above the middle of the bed; another went into a beam near the foot of the bed.  One set went into the ceiling above the shower stall.  Abby would use this one first.  Finally, a pair was installed in the center of the living room.  Each set could be used to restrain Jason, either for punishment or just to get him out of the way.

When Abby went out to check the mail she found a large plastic envelope loaded with hundreds of capsules.  It was the first of what would be many shipments sent by Mario’s cousin.  These held estrogen, the female sex hormone—tasteless and odorless.  She would split the capsules and pour the liquid contents into any food or drink for Jason and flush the gelatin shells down the toilet. 

CHAPTER 3

Unknown to Jason he had been taking massive doses—thousands of milligrams daily-- of estrogen for the entire month prior to his retirement.  This was the first step toward his future life as a slave—a step of which he was totally unaware, a step toward a life that he could never have anticipated.  When Jason came home on that final day—not only his final day at work, but also his final day as a free man, Abby was waiting for him just inside the door.  “OK, slave it’s time to begin your new life.  Get those clothes off.  I’ll be donating them to Goodwill tomorrow…along with all your other clothes.  I have a new wardrobe for you.  On your feet, I want you in the shower.”

Jason jumped up and hustled to the shower.  He had learned over the past months not to hesitate when Abby commanded him.  Many times, too many so far as Jason was concerned, Abby had caned him for one infraction or another, some existing only in her imagination.  In the shower Jason noticed the chain hanging from the ceiling.  He wondered why it was there.  He found out very shortly when Abby came in to join him.  Abby cuffed his wrists and climbed on a step stool to lock the cuffs to the chain.  She did it high enough that Jason would have to remain on his tiptoes throughout all she had planned to do.

“Jason, I’ve never been a fan of all your body hair; I’m getting rid of it—no, not the hair on your head, but everything else.  I’m going to gag you so you don’t disturb me while I do this.  Be sure to stand perfectly still.  I’d hate to begin your new life with a horrendous beating.”  She buckled a large ball gag tightly around his head.  Stepping down and removing the stool Abby brought several large bottles of a white liquid to the shower.  Starting on his back Abby wiped the liquid thickly onto his skin, taking care to use the special gloves that had been provided for her.  Abby had covered his entire body in less than fifteen minutes except for his pubic area and his face.  She removed his chastity cage before applying it to his abdomen and scrotum.  She retrieved the stool and climbed up to cover his face.  “Hold still, Jason, you don’t want this in your eyes.  It should be burning your skin by now; I’ll wash it off soon.  There’s a part two lotion that will neutralize it and soothe your skin.  I’ll do that in a few minutes.”  Once she had finished his face she waited another ten minutes before turning the shower on.  Jason had to suffer while the water warmed but soon the hair on his body was running down the drain.  This was a permanent depilatory—he would never have hair on his body again.  Abby brought him out, dried him with a fluffy towel, and applied the second lotion, commenting on how much she loved his soft hairless skin.  Jason’s skin felt better immediately.  He looked in the mirror, hardly recognizing himself without the body hair that had graced him for almost twenty years.  Abby reinstalled his cock cage, cuffed his hands behind his back, and brought out some shoes for him to wear.  They were women’s shoes, black leather with two-inch heels.  Jason looked at Abby incredulously.  “Don’t forget—you’re a slave.  You wear what I tell you to wear.  Do you need reinforcement to understand and accept that?”

“No, Mistress.  I will wear anything you direct me to wear.”

“I already knew that, but I’m locking these shoes in place.  You’ll wear them all the time, even in your cage at night.  I want you to get used to them.  I also have some other items for you.  I’ve decided you will be my maid, so you’ll be wearing a maid’s outfit.  I even have a bra and panties for you so get used to the idea.”  Abby held up the bra.  It had removable straps so she was able to put it on him without removing his cuffs.  She adjusted the straps and added several foam breast forms—B-cups-- to fill out the bra in front.  She put him into the outfit which was more suitable to a porn movie than regular wear.  He accepted the outfit without comment.  She put some basic makeup on his face and left him to admire her handiwork.  Over time he would be able to apply his own makeup just like any other woman.

Jason had completed his first month of slavery without serious incident.  Abby had caned him several times supposedly for serious infractions, but actually just because she wanted to hurt him.  It was at this time that Abby gave him a new pair of shoes—ones with three-inch heels.  Again she locked the shoes onto his feet and left him to adapt.  A month later she gave him another pair, one with four-inch heels; again she locked them onto his feet.  By this time she was able to notice the impact of the estrogen therapy.  Jason’s skin was as smooth and soft as a woman’s, his hips were beginning to swell, his ass was rounder, and he was developing tits; his nipples were round and firm, roughly three times larger than they had been only a few months ago .  Everything was progressing as planned.  She only had to act the part for another few months.  On the positive side their home had never looked better.  Abby worked Jason for a minimum of twelve hours every day—dusting vacuuming, washing, waxing—everything from ceilings to windows to walls and floor.  It was all spic and span.

At least one night each week Abby would restrain Jason, cuffing his wrists behind his back and securing his ankles.  She connected his wrists and ankles by a short chain so Jason was forced to remain kneeling.  His collar would be locked to one of the ceiling chains, requiring that he remain kneeling or strangle himself.  She used the ball gag to ensure his silence and added a posture collar which forced his head up while restricting its movement from side to side.  Then Abby would walk next door to see Mario.  She had no illusions about Mario.  He was a source of sex for her—a convenience that would go away as soon as Jason was disposed of.  There was a routine here too, much as there was a routine with Jason in what seemed her prehistoric past.

She would walk in unannounced, kneel and suck his cock for at least twenty minutes before he took her upstairs to fuck either in her pussy or in her ass.  He had progressed to the point that he no longer used a condom, much preferring to withdraw and spill his seed on her back, chest, or face.  Once she had been satisfied she would return home and release Jason, placing him gently into his cage for the evening.

Jason had become very familiar with his woman’s clothing and shoes.  He put the bra on automatically, tucked his cock down over his balls when he pulled up his silk panties, and checked the seam for straightness on his black thigh-high stockings.  He savored the feeling of his velvety smooth skin, often wishing he had a pussy instead of a cock as he served as his Mistress’s maid.  His sex life had all but died, but, unknown to Jason, this was about to change dramatically.

One afternoon when Abby returned from work Jason was kneeling as instructed, head down prepared to kiss her feet.  Instead Abby pulled him up into an embrace.  “Congratulations, my darling slave, it is now six months since you embraced slavery.  I didn’t think you would make it and I think we should celebrate, don’t you?  I’ve made reservations for us to fly to Mexico and stay for three weeks in an exclusive hotel on the Riviera Maya.  We’ll have a luxurious bungalow right on the beach.  Doesn’t that sound nice?  I’m going upstairs now and pack while you make dinner.  We’ll leave early tomorrow morning.  I promise you a nice surprise when we get there.  Oh, I’ll have to take you out of chastity before we go through airport security.  I expect you to behave.  I’ll punish you if you don’t.  I’ll put you back in once we are through.”

Jason was elated—a vacation!  Even a slave could enjoy a vacation and he loved the beach…the water.  He was going to have a wonderful time.  He put all his energy into the dinner, even making homemade biscuits, something he knew Mistress Abby loved.  As usual he ate from the dog’s bowl after his Mistress was finished, but even eating cold food that was all mashed together couldn’t dampen his spirits.  When he had cleaned up Mistress Abby had a surprise—a new pair of shoes, ones with five-inch heels.

CHAPTER 4

Abby had ordered a limousine for the trip to the airport.  En route she pulled his skirt up to remove his cock cage.  Jason was embarrassed that she was forcing him to wear women’s clothes, but it wasn’t his decision to make.  He was a slave, after all.  She placed the cock cage in her purse.  Abby held the passports and all the cash.  She had the reservations—first class.  Jason was surprised that they only had one suitcase, but that was a matter for his Mistress, not him.

People stared in the airport, but Abby told him to ignore them.  There were some concerns as they passed through security, but a quiet word from Abby—“transsexual”-- resolved them.  They passed through without incident.  Jason had to remove his shoes so he was glad that Mistress Abby had removed the locks that morning.  Once they were in the secure portion of the airport she sought out a family rest room, the kind that can accommodate changing a baby and is available to both sexes.  She locked the door behind them, telling Jason to lift his skirt and drop his panties.  She pushed his balls, swollen now from lack of activity over the past months, and his cock into the restraining ring before sliding his soft cock into the tube and locking it.  She also locked his shoes back in place and returned his slave collar to his neck.  “C’mon slave, we have a plane to catch.”

The flight was uneventful.  Mistress Abby had champagne, slave Jason had apple juice.  Abby did permit her slave to eat the airline meal and to use the plastic utensils.  He was even allowed to eat at the same time she did.  This was as much to accommodate the airline staff as anything; by this time Abby was not only tired of dealing with her slave, she was disgusted with him.  Fortunately, it would be ending soon.

Abby and her slave rode by limousine from the Cancun airport down the coast past Playa del Carmen to their exclusive resort.  There were some startled looks when they checked in, but fortunately the people were so consumed by their vacations the glances were  brief and nothing was said.  A bellman drove them to their bungalow in a golf cart.  Jason sat in front and was startled when the bellman put his hand on his/her thigh.  He was amazed by the bungalow when they entered; it was a miniature house with a sitting room, bedroom, patio, mini-kitchen, and large bathroom complete with Jacuzzi tub.  Waiting for Mistress Abby was a large parcel, a box shipped by FedEx. “Slave, unpack the suitcase and put the clothes in the dresser and closet.  I’ll open the parcel even though it’s for you.”  It took slave Jason less than ten minutes to put the clothes into neat piles in the drawers and on hangers in the closet.  He raised his hand, wishing to speak.  Abby granted his request, already knowing what he was about to say, “Mistress, why are there no clothes for me?”

“You won’t need any, slave.  Come here and I’ll explain.”  Jason went to Abby’s side, kneeling from habit.  “I want you to see these restraints; see how soft they are.” Jason felt the fur-lined leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  “These are lined with mink,” Abby continued.  “I need to put these on you and lock them in place.  Then I’ll explain everything.”  Once the cuffs were on Abby locked them together, using the special locks that sealed the two chains together with two-part epoxy that would harden in less than a minute.  A cross chain hanging from the wrist cuffs sealed to the ankles.  In only minutes Jason was locked in position.  Abby added a ball gag from the parcel and a posture collar.  A long leather belt was used to secure Jason to a pillar a few feet from the bed.

“OK, slave I’ve waited for this moment for months.  I can hardly believe the time has come.  I loved the Jason I married and I would have gladly spent the rest of my life with that man.  But, you’re not that man any more, are you?  I hate what you’ve become and I hate being your Mistress.  I need a real man not this, whatever it is that you’ve become.  When’s the last time we made love?  When’s the last time you wanted me?  Do you even know?  Do you even care?

“I found someone who is willing to fuck me.  Believe it or not I’ve even taken it in the ass and swallowed his cum.  He’ll be here any minute to fuck me.  You have a ringside seat so you’ll see what you’ve been missing.  That’s why I’ve put you there and restricted your head—so you have to watch.

“Now, as I said, I hate being your Mistress, but you are a slave—you’re property and property is bought and sold.  That’s what I’ve done with you.  I’ve sold you to a group that’s planning on making a lot of money with you.  Oddly, you’ll make it having sex, something you haven’t had much interest in lately.  The difference is that you’ll be on the receiving end.  You have two nice holes that can be used.”  Holding up a handful of capsules she asked Jason, “Recognize these?  No, of course not; I never showed them to you even though you’ve ingested hundreds—no, thousands.  I put them in your food and drinks.  They’re estrogen.  That’s right you’ve been taking tons of female sex hormones.  Notice how soft and smooth your skin has become?  Notice how nice and round your hips are and your butt?  You’re even growing tits.  I’ve been training you to be a woman.  The high heels…the maid’s costume…all part of the plan to turn you into a she-male.  After we fuck some men will come and pick you up.  Don’t try to get out, there’s no way.  The chains are epoxied together; they’ll have to be cut with a special shears—they’re titanium.  These people have a big investment in you.  They paid me a hundred thousand dollars, plus all the money for the capsules, shoes, and outfits.

“Tomorrow I understand you’ll have surgery to give you a real set of boobs—D-cups, I believe.  Isn’t that every man’s dream—having a big set of tits to play with?  And I’m told they’re going to fill in your lips somewhat.  After that there will be training.  I’m going to warn you—these people are pros.  They know how to hurt you if you rebel or disobey.  All this is being done right here in Mexico, just down the coast about a hundred miles or so.  That’s why we’re here.  Mario’s cousin has a big processing plant here.  Did you know Mario has ties to the mob—the Mafia?  His cousin is some bigwig.  Maybe he’ll tell you.  He should be here shortly.  We’ll make love just as we have every week over the past six months then we’ll go to dinner.  When we return you’ll be gone, but don’t worry—Mario has told me I can see you in your final modified form.  Maybe I’ll even play with your big boobs.  Ah…here’s Mario now.”

Abby answered the knock at the door and Mario walked in grinning as he kissed Abby on the cheek.  “Have your discussion yet?”  Abby nodded, even as tears flowed down Jason’s cheek.  “Oh, don’t cry Jason, you’re getting what you want.  You’ll be a slave—a slave in one of my cousin’s brothels.  I’ve been to a couple.  The ‘girls’ there are treated well and they get plenty of sex.  Believe it or not, there are even some guys who want to be fucked by a tranny so you’ll even have opportunities to fuck and cum.  You’ll get clothes, lingerie, hair styling, food and a nice room—all on the house.  My cousin will even contribute a portion of your earnings to a retirement fund.  Unfortunately, there’s not a long career ahead of you.  You’re already well into your thirties.”

Abby undressed while Mario was giving his speech and she knelt in front of him now unbuckling his belt and taking his slacks down.  He stepped out of his pants and allowed Abby to remove his boxers.  Taking his big erection in her hand she turned to Jason, “See, Jason—this is a man’s cock.  It’s big and it’s hard.  It goes into a pussy.  That’s what I have in case you’ve forgotten.  Watch…maybe you’ll learn something you can use in your next life.”  She smiled up at Mario as she swallowed his giant tool.  His entire eight inches disappeared into her mouth.  She had never done this to Jason because she never realized she could and he never pushed the issue.  Jason watched in awe as Abby’s head bobbed up and down the hard cock.  After several minutes she stopped and led Mario to the bed.  Mario positioned her on her hands and knees as he moved behind her.  He pushed her head down, lubed her ass and drove home, imbedding his cock deep into her ass.  Holding her hips he drove into her with abandon.  Abby for her part returned his thrusts with her own.  They were actively sweating and panting when Mario suddenly pulled out and came on Abby’s back.  He fell onto the bed, pulling Abby onto his mouth.  He ate her pussy, paying special attention to her G-spot and clit.  Abby shook like a leaf in a hurricane as she came hard, falling next to Mario as she recovered.  “That, Jason is how I like to be fucked,” then turning to Mario she asked if he would like to join her in the shower.

“No, babe, we have to get moving.  We don’t want to be here when they come for him.  The less we know the better when we report him missing.”  Abby nodded her agreement, washed her back, dressed and left, Mario right behind her.  Jason remained kneeling only a minute before the door opened again and two burly Mexicans entered, picked him up and placed him carefully in the back of a sealed van.  Jason was placed on a thick cushion, secured in place so he wouldn’t get hurt, and blindfolded with a black sack over his head.  They were gone in minutes.  Nobody had seen them; Jason was gone.

Three weeks later Abby was taken to the plant.  This was her last opportunity to see Jason.  She barely recognized him.  His hair was styled, his makeup impeccable, his breasts massive.  Abby walked into the room, noticing that he was chained to the bed.  “Well, Jason, they tell me you are doing well.  I’m glad.  I hope you have a decent life and make your owners lots of money.  Good bye.  Oh—really nice tits, by the way.  I’m jealous.”  She turned and left, walking directly to the limousine where she was blindfolded and driven away.

CHAPTER 5

Jason had no idea how long he had ridden in the van.  The walls, floor, and even the ceiling were padded, making it difficult to hear anything.  At times it seemed he was riding over a smooth paved road; at others the ride was rough and bumpy.  His mind was reeling with what Abby had told him.  Sold!  He had been sold like a cow or a dog.  Worse, Abby’s words had stung.  She hated being his mistress; she hated what he was; and he realized his worst nightmare—she hated him!

He felt the van come to a stop.  The hood over his head had completely disoriented him.   Slowly he was led forward, his chains severed by strong hydraulic shears.  He found that he was barely able to walk after being bound so tightly, tripping often as his five-inch heels caught repeatedly on the rough surface he was unable to see.

He was led inside—at least it was air conditioned.  He found the desert heat oppressive.  Strong hands held his arms as his soft mink-lined restraints were removed and replaced by a heavy duty set of handcuffs.  His hands were raised over his head and fastened to something.  He realized it was a chain or cable when he heard and felt the winch pull him up.  It stopped when he stood on tip toes.  His ankles were pulled apart and attached to a spreader bar.  Thoroughly immobilized, his hood, really nothing more than a black cloth sack, was removed.  He blinked several times and tried to turn his head, forgetting the stiff posture collar still restricting his head.

“Well, well…if it isn’t the billionaire slave.  You’ve cost me plenty, slave.  I only hope you’ll be worth it.  I’m Marco, Mario’s cousin and your new owner, although everyone here is your boss.  You’re the lowest of the low.  You’d better do as you’re told.  The consequences won’t be very pleasant.  You’ll have surgery tomorrow to get you some really nice tits and whatever else my doctor thinks you’ll need, but your training begins now.  Roberto, take over.”

“Si, senor…what is your name, bitch?”

“Jason…my name is aaaaahhhhhh!”

“No, you stupid cunt…your name is Consuela.”  Jason/Consuela screamed again as the whip bit into his skin.  Again and again he was asked his name and even though he repeated “Consuela” the whipping continued until he was exhausted and his back and butt burned in horrible pain.  He was so weak he was unable to even stand when he was eventually lowered to the floor.

“Okay, cunt, open my pants and suck my cock.”  Jason just sat there, barely recognizing what he was being directed to do.  Of course, the whip bit into his skin again and again.  “Let’s see,” Roberto said jokingly to his comrades, “who gives up first—his body or my arm?  Is it a bet, Jose?”

“No bet, Roberto…this gringo is as soft as a baby.  Go on gringo…go and suck his cock.  You’d better if you want to live to see tomorrow.”  The Mexicans all laughed as Jose pulled Jason/Consuela by the hair to Roberto’s feet.  “C’mon puta, you know you want his big hard cock in your mouth.  How long you been a woman, anyway?  More than six months, eh?  All that time and no cock?  That ends now.”  Jason/Consuela’s hands were led to Roberto’s belt.  His/her hands worked unconsciously and the belt was opened and his large sweaty cock was pulled forth.  Jason had never dreamed a person could endure such a beating; he would do anything…anything…to avoid any more pain, exactly what his tormentors wanted.  His mouth opened, his tongue embraced the swollen organ and Consuela—he already thought of himself as Consuela—sucked her first cock.

If she thought that would gain her respite she was terribly wrong.  Jose stood in line; soon there were a dozen or more waiting to plunge their hard pricks into her waiting mouth.  She was covered in cum two hours later when she begged for water, “Agua, por favor.  Agua….”

“You hear that, amigos?  She wants agua.  Let’s give her some, eh.”  They stood around her, a filthy mess on the filthy floor.  They pissed all over her.  Consuela cried and begged for mercy.  Marco called an end to it an hour later. 

Consuela was led/dragged to a shower where she was washed and cleaned completely by two Mexican women who fingered her asshole repeatedly before drying her and pushing her into a room with a barred window, a simple twin bed with a steel frame and a straight-backed wooden chair.  A filthy basin and toilet stood in the corner just under a badly cracked mirror.  Her ankle was cuffed to the end of a chain, the other end of which was welded to a steel I-beam in the wall.  “Try to sleep; you will need your rest for tomorrow.  We will bring you some food and water later.  You will be okay if you just do what they tell you.”  Consuela smiled at the woman’s kindness and laid her weary body onto the bed.  She had never been in such pain, but she fell asleep almost immediately.  Four hours later they returned with some tortillas and refried beans.  She was given a bottle of water.  They told her that her training would continue in another hour.  Consuela cringed in fear.

Jose came for her then.  He unlocked her from the chain.  Consuela followed him meekly back down the hallway to a room with a floor that slanted to a large drain.  She was strapped down over what looked like a padded saw horse and locked into place.  She rested for a few minutes until the men arrived.  She was pretty sure what was to follow, but she still started when a dab of cold lubricant was added to her asshole.  “Relax, puta…we going to do it to you maybe twenty…thirty times.  How much it hurt is up to you.  Once each of us is done we going to use your mouth to clean us.  We know it disgusting, but we no care.  Need clean cock and you going to clean it or we going to whip you again. But first we need to clean you up.”

Consuela did not understand.  What were they saying?  Suddenly she did—she felt the hard probe forced up her bowel where a balloon was inflated to make sure it stayed in her ass and she could not expel it.  “Use the cold water,” Marco directed, “I want to see this bitch suffer first.  That way she’ll really look forward to being fucked.”  The Mexicans laughed; Marco was a smart man.  Consuela screamed in agony when the ice-cold water flowed into her rectum.  On and on it went until her stomach was distended.  She looked like she was pregnant and still they would not give her relief.

Marco walked over to her head and kneeled down.  “You see, whore there are many ways we can torture you and cause you incredible pain.”

“Pl…please…I’ll do anything…anything you want.”

Marco laughed and soon he was joined by his men.  “I already knew that, puta, but we need to have some fun and hurting you is how we have fun, eh, guys?  Consuela heard even more laughter, all at her expense.  Finally, after what seemed like hours, the balloon was deflated and expelled from Consuela’s ass by the pressure of the water.  It seemed as though gallons poured from her bowels.  A hose was used to clean the floor while the process was completed again, this time with several bottles of Tabasco going up her ass with the water.  Consuela screamed again as her insides burned with pain.  She was a wreck when finally allowed to expel the noxious mixture.

“You should thank us, bitch,” Roberto laughed.  “Otherwise you’d be eating a lot of your own shit.  We can’t have that when you’re having surgery tomorrow.  You could die from an infection.  Okay, cunt…suck my cock.”  Consuela had no resistance; she opened her mouth and accepted his hard organ into her throat.  She licked and sucked, oblivious to the man at her rear.  She was in such pain that she barely noticed that she was being ass fucked.  Once Roberto had blown his load into her mouth he was replaced by the man who had just cum into her ass.  Another Mexican took his place and the cycle began again.  Consuela lost track of how many men she had serviced with her mouth and ass, but it seemed to take forever.  The barred window only told her it was dark when she was finally released.  She had to be carried to the shower where the two women awaited her patiently.

She was washed and dried and led to the room.  She collapsed onto the bed and was asleep as the steel cuff was once again locked around her ankle.

CHAPTER 6

Consuela was awakened from a deep, but troubled, sleep the following morning by a bespectacled American.  “I am your doctor.  Relax, I just want to get a look at you so I can tell what work I need to do to you.”

“Please…help me.  I have millions of U.S. dollars.  I’ll pay you to get me out of here.”

“Ha, they told me you would try that.  I understand that your wife has all the money now.  Didn’t you sign over all your money to her?  Even if you had money I would not help you.  I could not spend even a penny if I was dead.  They would kill me and all my family.  No deal, senor.

“Okay, I think I’ll take a bit off your nose and your chin.  I’ll remove your Adam’s apple, of course so you’ll have a nice feminine voice when I’m done.  And your tits…I think you will be able to handle double-D’s.  Your back will hurt from the weight of them, but if women can do it so can you.  Okay, senor, I’ll see you in an hour.”

Consuela lay back onto the bed wondering how everything had gone so wrong.  He should never have pressured Abby—dear sweet innocent Abby—with his fantasies and depraved dreams.  Slowly, she fell back to sleep.  She was shaken awake shortly by two men in white.  “You’d better use the toilet.  It’s gonna be a long time before you’ll be able to go.”  She managed to urinate, but, of course, after all the enemas her digestive tract was empty.  They laid her onto the gurney and strapped her into place before removing her ankle cuff and chain.

One of the orderlies produced a syringe and tied off her bicep with a length of rubber surgical tubing.  “Don’t worry…we’re not going to hurt you.  This is a mild sedative which will help you to relax for the doctor.  You can relax on that front, too.  He was one of the most gifted surgeons in the States before he lost his license doing some plastic surgery for mob guys who didn’t want to be recognized.  Now he works down here for some of the same guys and he makes a hell of a lot more money now, too.  Don’t be surprised to see him in the brothel.  He gets all the services he wants for free.  We all do.”

They wheeled her out the door and down the hallway in the opposite direction from the office area.  They went through a set of electrically powered doors and she was surprised to find herself in a modern operating room.  She was moved onto the table and secured again.  A nurse prepped an IV, the needle carefully placed into a vein in the back of her hand.  The drip began and seconds later she fell into unconsciousness.  The doctor began his work.

Consuela was wheeled into a recovery room four hours later.  Much of her face and neck was covered in bandages.  Her chest had several sets of stitches under her huge artificial breasts.  Her hips and ass had also been enhanced.  For now, her cock cage had been removed.  It was just another threat they could hold over her.

Consuela woke slowly, emerging from a semi-conscious state, to find herself in an all-white room.  The IV was still in her hand and a nurse was at her side.  “Welcome, back, dear.  Let me get you some ice chips.  I’m sure you’re thirsty.   I’m Andrea, your nurse.”

“How…how long?” It was barely a whisper, if that loud.

“You were in surgery for four hours.  Dr. did a marvelous job with you.  I doubt you’ll even recognize yourself.  You’ll see everything soon enough.  I suggest you rest.  You’re safe here until Dr. releases you.  No whipping or sex ever happens here; he won’t allow it, but count on getting back into your training as soon as you leave.  I don’t know how much they’ll whip you, but you can minimize it by cooperating.  They want to train you and get you to work.  I heard they want to send you to Mexico City.  There are plenty of wealthy and kinky people there.  The brothels there are the best.  I think you’ll like it there.  Okay, take some ice and rest.  Go back to sleep if you wish.”

Consuela rested but sleep eluded her.  She was curious about her new body.  She wondered what she would look like, remembering an old movie with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in which he’s a wrongly accused murderer who changes his appearance thanks to a surgeon who’s lost his license and earns a living changing those who wanted to hide in plain sight.  She wondered if she would be sexy.  Of course, they’re putting me into a brothel so I can earn money.  Who wants to fuck an ugly broad?   She knew she’d use her ass and her mouth; she wondered about her cock.  Her cock!  Did she still have it?  Tentatively, she reached her abdomen and breathed a sigh of relief to find she was still intact.  There must be a use or a need she thought or they’d probably be gone.

The nurse returned an hour later and changed her IV.  “I’ll bet you have to pee, don’t you?”  Consuela nodded, finding that she was unable to speak.  Her voice was more a croak than a voice.  She worried that she’d be silenced forever.  “Try not to speak.  Dr. operated to remove your Adam’s apple so you’re swollen there.  It will take you at least a week before you can speak normally.  Don’t worry—the bosses are cruel, but they’re not that cruel.  Some of your clients will want to hold a conversation with you.  It won’t be very satisfying if all you can do is grunt.”  Consuela pointed up; the nurse understood, raising the bed so she could be in almost a seated position.

Later that afternoon she was visited by Marco.  She cringed when she saw him.  “How’s my favorite little sissy slave this afternoon?  Dr. told me he was very pleased with how everything worked out.  Let me see those tits.  Hmm, not too shabby; Doc does great work.  You’d have to pay twenty or thirty grand for tits like those in the States.

“Okay, Consuela here’s the deal.  You’re gonna be in here for a week because we can’t do much with either your mouth or your ass after the surgery.  You’ve seen how much we can hurt you if we want to.  If you don’t want to be hurt just do exactly what you’re told to do.  You’ll still get the occasional whipping, but…well, I think a smart girl like you can figure it out for yourself, can’t you?”  Consuela nodded.

“Good girl; we like to see enthusiasm here so that’s something to remember.  Now rest.  The faster you heal the faster I can start to recoup my investment.”  He turned and walked out.  Consuela breathed a sigh of relief.

The nurse was encouraging and even Consuela was surprised at how quickly she healed.  Her bandages were mostly gone a week after the operations.  Even this recuperative time was not wasted.  She learned to apply make-up and style her hair.  She practiced applying polish to her nails, only to remove it and do it again and again and again.

Consuela could now see the changes to her body, her neck was more slender and graceful, her nose and chin more pointed and feminine.  She was almost able to speak normally, surprised at how her voice had changed.  She had feminine hips--not big, but beautifully flared and sexy.  Of course the biggest change was her tits.  They were beautiful—perfectly symmetrical and huge, perfect DD’s that stood out on her slender frame.  Her training began anew.  She would agree to do anything to avoid the taste of the whip.  She sucked cock for a minimum of four hours daily, swallowing every time.  She also took dozens of cocks up her ass, cleaning them eagerly once they had cum deep within her bowels.  She gave herself three enemas every day so as to be clean for her clients. 

Consuela learned to do titty-fucks, compressing a client’s cock between her glorious orbs and stroking it to orgasm and taking the semen wherever the client wanted—tits, face, hair, or mouth.  She was amazed that she had received so much training, but understood one evening when she spoke to the Mexican women.  “They are preparing you to be a high-class whore--the more training the more they can charge.  Spending a few weeks here will pay real dividends.  They don’t get many males here.  She-males are special; many men and surprisingly a lot of women will pay a premium to be with one,”

The truth of those remarks became evident a few days later when Consuela’s training turned to servicing women.  She spent hours sucking and eating pussies, learning to do rim jobs and even sticking her tongue deep within a woman’s asshole.  She learned that Mexican men did not have their asses licked or fucked—it was unmanly.  It was during the beginning of this period that Abby came to visit.

Consuela sat on her bed, her ankle chained to the wall.  Consuela did not speak; she had nothing to say.  She felt that Abby had betrayed her.  He had wanted to serve her and only her.  His service was an act of love, but now that had been contaminated and polluted by her actions.  The visit was mercifully short and then she was gone.  Consuela returned to her life of slavery and servitude.

Consuela was moved exactly four weeks after her training had resumed.  She was placed into the mink-lined cuffs that were once again epoxied together.  She was secured in the back of a van, hooded, and given an injection of a sedative that knocked her out almost immediately.  A catheter was placed into her bladder, an indication that the drive would be a long one.  She was able to hear the hustle and bustle of a major city outside the van.  Which one was a guess, but she thought it must be Mexico City.  It was the nation’s biggest and richest.  It only made sense.  She felt the van come to a stop then perhaps a minute later it continued.  She thought she could hear a gate close behind them.  She definitely heard the heavy steel bar lock the gate closed.  Wherever she was going, she had arrived.  The back door of the van was opened; she felt strong hands at her bindings.  Unsteadily her feet were pushed down until they felt the paved surface.  Still she was blind, the black sack over her eyes and face.  Those same strong arms and hands led her away into the brothel and her future.

CHAPTER 7

Again she found the building’s cool interior calming.  She had sweated through her dress, bra, and panties.  Her hair hung in ribbons over her face.  She sensed that they had walked through a doorway.  Her guides stopped and pulled the sack from her head.

“Puta, so nice to see you again; you looking good with those new tits, bitch.  Welcome to your new home.  I’m so glad you’re here.  We already have a long line for your services.  Your first one will be tonight.  Normally, we would feed you first, but I think it safer you not eat.  Don’t want you throwing up all over our floor, do we?”  Consuela’s eyes focused now that they had adjusted to the light.  It was Jose speaking, one of the worst of her torturers in the training facility.

“I know what you thinking…that I going to beat you again.  Don’t worry about that.  We got plenty customers willing to do that.  If I do it we lose money; if they do it they must pay, and pay they will.  You going to make us rich men, puta.  Take her to her room and clean her up for La Alemana.  Consuela had been able to hide that she was fluent in Spanish.  Had she been asked she would have admitted it rather than suffer the pain she would feel if they found she was lying.  She knew now that tonight’s customer was a German woman.  The question was, why did the men laugh at the sound of her name?

Consuela was led down the hall, around the corner and into a room.  “This is your room, Consuela,” an older Mexican woman explained.  “I will help you find your way around.  Here is your closet and your dresser.  There are already clothes in there for you.”  She opened a door on the far side to expose a small, but complete bathroom.  “Your cosmetics are in this cabinet and over here are your towels and sheets.  You will make your bed daily and change the sheets every other day.”  Seeing Consuela’s confusion she added, “No, you will not work here.  We have special rooms for that.  This is where you will rest and eat.  All your meals will be delivered here.  In time, if you behave and earn well, you will be given a menu to choose what you want to eat.  Come here and look at your window.  It is thick plexiglass—bulletproof—and your door has no knob on the inside.  You will stay here until you are summoned by one of us and taken to a work room.  There are thirty bedrooms here and eighteen workrooms.  You will be told at least fifteen minutes in advance and you will wear what you are told.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, senora.”

“Good…I have been told that you are very compliant.  That is good.  You will receive fewer beatings and earn more money if you work with us instead of against us.  Now take off your clothes and put them in the hamper.  Let’s get you into the shower.  My goodness…what wonderful breasts you have and I see you are still in chastity.  You will remain there unless one of your clients wishes to use your penis.  You will be surprised to learn that quite a few will.  Now, first an enema and then you can use the toilet.  We don’t make you hold it here.  If the water is not clear you will have to have another until it is.

“Bend over…I think you know the position by now.  I won’t hurt you.”

Consuela bent over and grasped her ankles while the nameless woman greased her asshole and pushed the nozzle home.  She held it in place rather than pumping the hated balloon in her gut.  As usual, she expelled clear water, the effect of having at least three enemas daily for the past three weeks.  Satisfied, the woman led her to the shower stall and left her there to cleanse her body.  Ten minutes later she exited to find the woman holding a large fluffy towel.  She was surprised, however, to find that her “outfit” for the evening was nothing more than four strong leather restraints that locked in place and her five-inch heels.  Her wrists were fastened behind her back and she was led to the door.

Consuela noticed for the first time the camera aimed directly at the door.  Two others were quickly found.  She would be on display for the rest of her life.  “I am only going to warn you once, Consuela.  You are not to speak to anyone in the hallway—not to any of the staff and definitely not to any of the other workers.  That’s a good way to get yourself a terrible beating.  I know you’ve already seen Jose in action.  Believe me there are some here much worse than him.”  She nodded to the camera and the door popped open.  They went into the hallway and turned right toward what Consuela thought was the rear of the house, although it could have been the front—she just didn’t know.

After a walk of fifty feet they stopped.  The woman opened a door and they stepped into a small elevator.  A key began the mechanism and they slowly sank to the basement.  Once there two guards took charge, leading her to a mostly bare room where they locked her restraints over her head to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  Her ankles were chained and locked to rings in the floor. Consuela could discern no window or vent.  She was left there, stretched and vulnerable.  She waited there a long time.  She was terrified by the time the door opened and La Alemana strolled in.

She was not what Consuela had envisioned.  She looked to be at least sixty with wrinkled baggy skin and breasts that sagged terribly.  She wore nothing more than a plain green tank top with black shorts and sandals on her feet.  It was obvious that she wore no bra.  The client walked slowly around Consuela, touching her skin and fingering her cock cage.  She used both hands to test the weight of her breasts and pinch her nipples.  She didn’t speak for almost ten minutes.  When she did it was nothing that Consuela could have imagined.  “It is true?  Is today your first day here?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I only arrived this afternoon.”

“So…that would make you a virgin, other than your training, of course.  What did they teach you?”

“To service men and women with my mouth and my ass, Ma’am.”

“Well, I may make use of them later, but for now….”  She reared back and slapped Consuela’s balls.  The pain was excruciating, but there nothing Consuela could do to protect herself.  She howled in pain.  “That will never do.  I’ll be damned if I want to hear that all night.”  She walked to a cupboard along the wall, returning a few seconds later with a large red ball gag which was stretched and locked tightly around Consuela’s head.  La Alemana walked behind Consuela and kneed her in the groin.  The only sound was a dull moan.  A second and third time Consuela’s tender balls were kneed and forced up into her abdomen.  She passed out after the third blow.

Consuela awoke when her head was targeted by a hose of cold water.  She gasped for breath.  “What a sissy you are, but I guess that is why you are here.”  She turned back to the cupboard and returned a moment later carrying a stiff crop.  Consuela knew from experience with Abby that this was going to hurt.  Blows rained over her body.  No part was spared, but it seemed to Consuela that her firm shapely breasts were targeted more than any other part of her body.  It would have been impossible to count, but it seemed to Consuela that well more than a hundred blows had been suffered.  Finally, her tormentor stopped, rubbing her arm—thank God.  But, if Consuela thought she was done, she was terribly wrong.

The woman returned to the cupboard, looked around a bit and returned carrying two objects—nipple clamps.  Each was tightened down cruelly on Consuela’s bruised nipples before firm tugs confirmed they would not come off.  A trip back to the cupboard, and a solid chain was attached to each clamp.  La Alemana pulled repeatedly laughing at Consuela’s plight. “Listen to me, cunt.  Do you have any idea how much I paid for this privilege?  Thirty thousand Euros, that’s how much—more than forty thousand U.S. dollars.  I plan on getting my money’s worth.  You are going to suffer.  I won’t kill you, but you’ll wish I had before this night is over.”  Laughing all the way she returned to the cabinet and came back still laughing as she dropped a weight onto the chain.  “Each of these is a pound, bitch.  How many before your nipples are ripped off?”  One by one she dropped the weights causing incredible pain.  Once again she passed out.  Five pounds had done their damage.

La Alemana sprayed her face with the hose again, forcing her to awaken, the terrible pain and strain on her breasts unrelenting.  “I’ve just begun with you.  I’ll hurt you a lot more than that.”  She reared back, her leg swinging at the knee as she brought her leg up forcefully into Consuela’s tortured testicles.  Consuela fainted again after the fifth blow.

This time she did not awaken to the hose.  A cool cloth was placed on her forehead as she opened her eyes.  Looking around, she found she was back in her room.  “Madre de Dios, thank God you are okay.”

“Wha…what happened?”  Consuela was barely able to speak.  The pain was still incredible.

“A major fuck-up…that’s what happened.  Jose went to dinner and left one of the guards in charge.  He was paid to look the other way.  We sometimes allow a little pain and torture, but what happened to you…no!  Jose is furious.  He is charging La Alemana $100,000 a day for your injuries.  It will be at least several days before you will be able to work again.  The guard?  Well, let’s just say the coyotes will dine well tonight.”

“Will…will she pay?”

“She has no choice.  She was taken into the desert to see what happened to the guard.  If she does not, she will be next.  Now, I must report to Jose.  Stay in bed and rest.  I want to get some ice for your testicles so we can get the swelling down and get that cage off.  I am sure that will be a relief, but no orgasms without Jose’s permission.  Remember the cameras.”  She rose, signaled to the camera, and the door was opened.  She was gone in an instant.  Consuela closed her eyes and fell back into a fitful sleep.

It was only a half hour before the woman returned with Jose and another man.  “This is Dr. Alvarez.  He needs to look at your balls.”  The man moved forward and, putting his hands into a pair of latex exam gloves, began his examination.  He spent much of his time “Tsk…tsking.” Finally, he stepped away and consulted with Jose.   They returned in a few minutes to Consuela’s bed.  “I am very concerned about your testicles.  We must get them out of that ring or I am afraid you will lose them.”

“Oh, please…don’t take my balls off…please don’t.”  Consuela was in tears as she pleaded with her owner and the doctor.

“Relax, bitch…we have no use for a eunuch.”

“No…one of these days I might want to fuck you and a she-male without any sexual frustration isn’t much fun.  No, I’m going to knock you out and then I’m going to inject a pain reliever into each testicle so you are not in much pain after I push the testicles through that ring.  You will be sore for a while, but I think you will heal faster that way.  Please hold out your arm.”

Dr. Alvarez   wrapped a tourniquet around Consuela’s bicep and injected a syringe directly into her vein.  Consuela fell unconscious after only a few minutes.  Additional pain relievers were injected into each testicle and after twenty minutes the doctor was ready to begin.  Consuela’s testicles had swollen almost to the size of oranges.  To make room one testicle had to be pulled while the other was forcefully pushed through the two-inch ring.  It took almost ten minutes to free the first one.  The second was easier, but still required five minutes of arduous effort.  Fortunately, Consuela slept through the entire ordeal.  The woman rushed in and placed a large ice bag onto Consuela’s balls.  The doctor left a large bottle of powerful pain killers and anti-inflammatory medications.

Consuela woke again three hours later.  The woman calmed her.  ”You still have them, but they are still quite swollen.  I need to give you some of the medication Dr. Alvarez left for you.”  Consuela lay back on the bed waiting for nature to take its course.  She was able to get out of bed and shower on the fourth day.  She was drying herself when the woman entered her room.  “I have news for you.  La Alemana has paid $500,000 for your injuries, but they took her into the desert anyway.  She will suffer an even worse penalty than you did.  She has been impaled—a sharpened stake forced into her asshole and up her body until it comes out her mouth.  The stake will be dug deeply into the earth and she will take many hours to die.  Then the animals will come for her.  It is no loss, believe me.  She has been nothing but trouble. Jose told me to warn you—you will return to work tomorrow.  It will be different…nothing but sex.”

The following day rose and so did Consuela.  Her first client came at noon.  Consuela was dressed only in a wine red teddy.  She was not yet ready to resume wearing her cock cage, so no genital contact was allowed.  The man had Consuela suck his cock and lick his balls before fucking her in the ass.  All told Consuela serviced ten customers that day.  Indeed for the first nine months she was booked solid, usually working for sixteen to eighteen hours daily.  She was required to return to her room to shower and dress for the next appointment.  Only when she was expected to fuck a female or male client was her cock released from its prison. As the old woman had predicted, that happened roughly once a week.

The days flew by, filled with nothing but one sexual encounter after another.  She was involved in every perversion imaginable.  She especially enjoyed twosomes in which she interacted with a single client, but threesomes, often with married couples were fun, too.  Every day was filled with work—day after day, week after week, month after month, indeed, year after year.  Slowly but surely Consuela’s clientele dwindled.  Eventually, servicing a client became a rare event and Consuela was worried.  She could imagine what would happen to unproductive slaves.  Interestingly, Consuela had no idea how many of the brothel’s “employees” were slaves.  She was never permitted to speak to anyone other than the woman, Jose and his staff who used her frequently whenever possible, and clients.  Then one day it happened.

“Consuela, come with me,” the old woman directed.

“What should I wear?”

“Nothing, but these cuffs.”  She showed the mink-lined leather cuffs to Consuela and she knew at once that she was being transported.  “You have been sold, Consuela.  You are going to your new owner.”  The slave looked around her room, the only haven she’d had for the past…how many years had it been?  Consuela had no idea.  At one time she had been able to count the days, but an unusually brutal evening at the hands of Jose’s employees had driven her memory away.  She was rendered unconscious from a vicious whipping at the hands of the drunken men.  When she awoke the following day—she assumed it was the following day—she was covered in cuts and bruises.  The longer she was there in the brothel the more beatings she endured.  She wasn’t unhappy to leave this place, but she worried about her new owner.  Would she be beaten regularly?  She was sure she’d have a hard life wherever she went, but that was the lot of a slave.

Consuela walked with the woman toward the office area.  Oddly, she had never learned the woman’s name and now it would no longer matter.  Consuela was led to a large crate and secured inside.  She was injected with a strong sedative to make her sleep.  A hood was placed over her head, breathing tubes connected to tanks of oxygen.  The last thing she saw was a catheter pushed into her bladder—it was going to be a long trip.  Her body was encased in foam to protect her and the crate was sealed.  Inside the crate it was impossible for Consuela to see that the writing was in English.

CHAPTER 8

Once she returned home Abby filed for divorce, citing the report from the Mexican Federales regarding Jason’s disappearance, however she never followed through—what was the point?  She had no intention of ever marrying again.  She had told the Mexican authorities that she and Jason had quarreled and that she had left, not wanting it to go any further.  When she returned to the room Jason and all his clothes were gone, along with his suitcase.  The assumption was that he had deserted his wife, taking some of the many millions with him.  Indeed, a withdrawal of twenty million from an offshore bank was reported and it was guessed that Jason had taken it when he ran.  In fact, Abby had made the withdrawal as payment to Mario for services rendered.  Abby donated her house, claiming that she could no longer live where she and her husband had been so happy.  She moved to South America and was last reported to be somewhere near Rio de Janeiro.  She lived there alone for the next ten years.

It was late afternoon on a sunny day in May that Abby paced back and forth in the long circular driveway that led to the large stone house.  She completely ignored the spectacular view of the beach at Ipanema and the ocean beyond.  Abby was concerned; her property manager, Carlo, shared her concern, but he did not pace.  He was mostly concerned for his lady’s health and well-being and he did not wish to worry her more than was necessary.

Abby was expecting a package—an important package and it was only when she saw the open bodied truck driving up the hill and through the gate that she began to relax.  The truck pulled into the drive and stopped in front of Abby and Carlo.  Two young and muscular American men greeted her and moved to open the crate.  “Don’t worry, Ma’am I’m sure your parcel will be fine.  We do this all the time although mostly it’s inbound.”  His partner had just removed the crate’s side to reveal a beautiful shapely woman secured in a foam seat by a number of padded leather straps.  It was only close examination that revealed the stainless cock cage locked over his/her manhood.  While one American removed the straps the other removed the breathing tubes, catheter, and IV.  Skillfully, he withdrew the hollow needle from the sleeping subject’s hand, bandaging it as he did.  “As I said, he’ll be fine as soon as I give him the antidote.  I have it right here in my pocket.  We do this all the time—almost every day—and I trained as a medic in the Army.”  He swabbed the subject’s elbow, inserted the hypodermic, and injected the antidote.  The men lowered their subject to the driveway where Abby took his head into her lap.  “Please sign here, Ma’am to indicate that we’ve delivered the goods.”  When Abby tried to tip them they refused, saying, “Thank you, Ma’am but we can’t—orders.  Too bad about this one--he was one hell of an earner.  Too bad he got started so late.  I’ve had him myself—top notch in all his holes.  Hope you enjoy him.”  Abby just nodded and they left, removing all traces that they’d ever been there.

“Jason,” Abby called to him, “you’re OK now.  You’re safe with me again.”

“No,” he shouted, turning and twisting, “soy Consuela…soy Consuela.  Please don’t hurt me any more.  Soy Consuela.”

“No, Jason, you’re not in the brothel any more.  You’re here with me—here with Abby.”  Slowly Jason came to his senses as the antidote took effect.  He looked up, “Abby?  Is that you?”

“Yes, darling, you’re here with me and you’re safe.  Here have a drink.  They told me you would be thirsty.  No, it’s just water.  Want me to drink it first?”  Jason opened his mouth to accept the bottle and sipped as Abby tilted the bottle for him.  Abby removed the stainless wrench from the chain on Jason’s neck and opened the cock cage, telling Carlo, “Carlo, throw this out.   I never want to see it again.  Darling, this is Carlo; he manages the house and property for me.  Carlo, this is my husband Jason.  I’ve told you about him several times, now you can see just how stupid I can be.  Can you stand, Jason?  Good, let me help you walk.  We’ll go into the house now.”

“Where are we, Abby?”

“We’re in Brazil, on a hill above Rio de Janeiro.  You’ll be able to see the beach at Ipanema from the pool and house —remember that song from the Sixties?  One wall is all glass.  There’re no neighbors; it’s hundreds of feet straight down the hill.  C’mon, let’s go slow.  Thank you for your help, Carlo.”  Carlo had the other arm of the naked transsexual, marveling at the magnificent breasts just at his eye level.

They sat Jason/Consuela on the long couch.  He could feel the soft dark red leather on his butt and back as Abby sat next to him.  For the first time she saw the number of scars on his torso, presumably from whippings endured over his years as a slave.  Jason told Abby that he was confused.  The last thing he had remembered was being taken from his room in the brothel.  He had assumed that it was a client, although clients were few and far between these days now that he was in his mid-forties.  Then he was told that he had been sold.  Instead Abby told him he had been sedated then he had been encased and shipped by express courier marked, “RUSH—PERISHABLE.”  A special jet had been provided to take the valuable cargo to its destination.

“The last time I explained things to you was more than ten years ago.  This time will be much more pleasant for both of us.  I kept track of you through Mario.  Of course being a lawyer he charged me every time.  A few weeks ago I learned that your customers were no longer lining up for appointments with you.  I asked if I could buy you back.  You cost me five million dollars.”

“So I’m still a slave.  I guess I should be on the floor.”

“No, my darling—if I wanted a slave I could have kept you.  You’re completely free.  You may leave any time you wish.  If you do I’ll gladly provide you with enough money to take care of you for life.  After all, it was originally your money although I’ve done very well investing it.  I now have almost double what I had ten years ago.  As I said you can leave, but I do hope you’ll stay—I really do.  I’ve realized over the past ten years just how much I loved you, but if you can’t forgive me for what happened I will understand.”

“No, Abby, I don’t blame you.  What happened was my fault.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I could have retired and lived in luxury with you, but…I ruined it with my stupidity.  Believe me, I’ve learned the hard way what it means to be a slave—it’s no fun.  I’ve been beaten and whipped for no reason—so hard I could barely stand.  It didn’t make a bit of sense to me—I couldn’t work or service clients in the condition I was in, but that didn’t stop them from doing it over and over.  Sometimes fantasies should be just that—fantasies.”

“I’m sorry.  Don’t worry; you’re safe now.  Other than the beatings how has your life been?”

“They kept me busy—very busy—entertaining both men and women.  I had a hard time initially learning to suck a man’s cock, but in time I learned to love it.  It’s my second most favorite thing after being fucked in my ass.  You should think about buying a strap-on.”

“Ha ha, they told me you loved that—I already have one with a big black dildo.  We can try it later if you like.  Jason, what do you want to do with your body?  I must say the doctor did a magnificent job with your breasts and I love the pierced nipples—they’re very sexy.  You have a fantastic body.  I’ve spoken to several plastic surgeons.  They say the surgery can be reversed easily.” 

“I don’t know,” he said holding his huge silky breasts in his hands, “they’ve been a part of me for so long I can’t remember being without them.  Do I have to decide now?”

“No, of course not—as a woman you can be my cousin or friend from college, or even my girlfriend.  You can go topless on the beach—lots of the women here will be jealous of you, but watch out for the men—they’ll be all over you.  If you decide to change back you’ll be my husband, recovered from a long coma, or whatever.  Who cares?  It’s nobody’s business.  Either way we can still make love.”  Abby took his hand in hers, lifted it and kissed it as she looked into her former husband’s eyes.  She moved closer and they kissed—a long passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined.  Jason moved her hand to his breast and moaned when she ran her fingers over his nipples. 

“On second thought,” Jason said when he broke the kiss, “I’ll gladly be a slave…for love…your love.”  They kissed again, a kiss that erased more than ten years of agony and misery.  Abby rose and led Jason to the bedroom.  Once there she used the intercom to tell Carlo, “I won’t need you any longer tonight.  My husband will be staying.”

CHAPTER  9

Abby led Jason to the king-sized bed.  He was already naked, not having been given any clothing for his trip as “commercial cargo.”  The wooden crate had been insulated so no clothing would be necessary and the straps were lined with the same soft mink as his original cuffs.  Abby began to disrobe, but Jason stopped her.  “I think it would be best if you called me Consuela for now.  After all, I am mostly a woman physically and entirely a woman mentally and emotionally.  Have you ever made love to a woman, Abby?”

“No, Consuela—not until now.  I’m looking forward to it.  I love your body.   It’s so sexy—you make me so hot.”  Consuela pulled Abby’s blouse over her head, unsnapping her bra expertly seconds later.  When she pulled Abby’s Capri’s to her ankles she sank immediately to her knees to lick Abby’s slit and gently suck her clitoris.  Instinctively Abby spread her legs, creating more room for Consuela’s head at her cunt.  Consuela pushed forward, forcing Abby to fall back on the bed.  This enabled Consuela to spread and lift her legs.  Consuela covered Abby’s cunt with her mouth as she sucked and licked her entire pussy.  Consuela resolved to talk with Abby about waxing her pubic area.  As much as she loved eating a hot wet pussy, she also hated getting hair between her teeth.

Consuela had licked Abby for several minutes when Abby pulled her up for another long hot kiss.  Then Abby moved her onto her back and slid down from head to dick, kissing her way down her husband’s body.  Abby suckled Consuela’s nipples, a first for her, although almost everything would be a first—Abby had never been with a woman.  Now a person could easily argue that she wasn’t actually making love with a woman now—she was actually married to this person.  But in almost every respect, except her cock and balls, Consuela was a woman.  She had tits, round womanly hips, and soft full lips.  She looked like and felt like a woman.  So far as Abby was concerned, she was!

Abby stopped at Consuela’s rock hard cock.  She kissed the tip and licked the pre-cum that had accumulated there.  Abby licked all around the helmet and inhaled the entire organ just as she had done with Mario that fateful afternoon when Jason had been taken.  As she bobbed up and down his rod she remembered sucking his cock when they were first married.  She remembered her refusal to swallow or spit—what was she thinking?  Nothing would please her more now than filling her mouth with his delicious cream, but before she could finish him, Consuela pulled her up, kissed her again, and pulled her onto his magical tool.  Abby rocked as she savored the cock she had missed over the past ten years while it was servicing hundreds—thousands—of men and women.  She rammed her clit into Consuela’s pubis, marveling at how she moved in conjunction with her—every action designed to bring Abby to higher and higher levels of rapture.  Suddenly, Abby felt her body shimmy and shake.  Her orgasm took control of her body as she convulsed in uncontrolled spasms.  All this time Consuela continued to fuck her.

Consuela fucked and fucked showing no sign of cumming as Abby reached her second and third orgasms.  “Are you OK, Consuela?  Why haven’t you cum?” she asked, concerned about her partner.

“I’ve been trained…maybe conditioned would be a better term…not to cum without permission.  That way I could perform all day and all night if necessary without pause.”

“Oh,” Abby replied, “that’s horrible.  Do I have to do or say something?”

“Yes, but you don’t have to.  I’ve fucked many times without cumming.  I’m used to it.”

“But, darling, I WANT you to cum.  It’s selfish and cruel to make love and ignore your partner’s needs.  What do I have to do?”

“First you have to tell me, ‘you have permission to cum,’ that will get me ready, but I won’t cum until you say, ‘cum now!’”

“Very well Consuela, ‘you have my permission to cum.’” Consuela inhaled deeply as she moaned repeatedly.  After a minute or so Abby told her, ‘Consuela, cum now!’”  Consuela’s hips drove more than a foot off the bed as she had a tremendous orgasm.  No less than ten times did Consuela shoot buckets of cum into Abby’s womb.  Viscous white liquid flowed from her cunt like a river as she and her lover caught their breath.  Abby looked down at Consuela.  Her eyes were closed, her face was a mask of contentment; Abby kissed her lover, her husband, her girlfriend, her…?  It was confusing, but it felt so good—so very fucking good.

Eventually they recovered; Abby was hungry—she hadn’t eaten all day and she was sure Consuela hadn’t eaten in almost two days.  “Let’s get up.  I’m hungry and I’ll bet you’re starving.  This is your dresser.  There are clothes in there for you—they should fit.  If they don’t we’ll just buy more.  That’s your closet; there’s a robe on the back of the door.  I’ll get cook to fix us something.  Any idea what you want?

“Yeah—right now I feel like a guy—steak.”  Abby laughed as she said, “Coming right up.”  She kissed Consuela again and moved purposefully to the kitchen.  Consuela used the time to look around the bedroom.  She was amazed by all the pictures of Abby and Jason.  She opened her closet—it was a large walk-in that was loaded with clothes—all in excellent taste and all extremely sexy.  Checking the sizes it looked as though most would fit.  Consuela wandered through the other rooms.  There were four large bedrooms in addition to the master and three additional baths.  She turned when she heard her name.  Tightening the silk robe she found her way to the kitchen, noticing a short, plump woman running back and forth creating the meal.  There were three filets on a gas grill right in the kitchen.  A stainless exhaust fan hummed as it removed the smoke from the room. 

Through a doorway she heard Abby.  Finding her, Abby gave her a glass of red wine as she pushed a button on a remote.  The drapes moved back revealing the most beautiful view Consuela had ever seen.  “C’mon, let’s go out on the patio.  It’s a beautiful evening, all the more so because you’re here with me.”  She held Consuela’s hand as they walked through the door and sat together on a loveseat.  If cook thought there was anything strange about this arrangement she kept her thoughts to herself.  By now Carlo had shared the news about Miss Abby’s husband.

They ate a delightful meal, the best Consuela had eaten in more than ten years.  Abby thanked the cook and led Consuela back to bed.  Again they made love, Abby encouraging Consuela to cum after she had only a single orgasm.  They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

They made love two or three times a day, making up for time lost over the last ten years.  Abby didn’t ask what Consuela wanted to do about her body—she didn’t care.  She was having so much fun making love to her first “woman” that she never wanted to stop.  Most mornings Consuela woke with Abby’s mouth latched onto her teat.

Consuela had been back a week when Abby walked into the bedroom sporting a black leather strap-on with a huge black dildo.  “C’mon girl, let’s give that ass a stretching.”  Consuela couldn’t get into position fast enough.  She backed against the edge of the bed, placing her ass just above the level of the dildo.  Abby drizzled lube onto the dildo then moved the bottle just over Consuela’s ass.  Her fingers worked the lube in, stretching her anus—preparing it for the large intruder.  However, Abby needn’t have worried.  Consuela had experienced anal sex more than four thousand times in the brothel.  Her ass would stretch all by itself.  Abby leaned forward, the latex cock pressing against her anus.  With a hesitant push the anus opened and Consuela pushed back, impaling her ass on the dick.

Abby placed her hands on Consuela’s back, rubbing it to soothe her.  “I’m OK, Abby,” she said, “in fact, better than OK.  I told you how much I love this.  Hold off telling me to cum until you’ve had at least one orgasm.”

“Thank you, my darling, but this is for you.  I’ve had such great sex since you’ve returned I can afford to be generous.”  She pounded Consuela’s ass for almost ten minutes when she told her lover, “You have my permission to cum.”  Two minutes later she added, “Cum now!”  Consuela shuddered as she rose up, her back vertical.  Abby held her tightly, caressing her breasts as she ejaculated all over the sheets.  Abby couldn’t believe how much semen shot out of her lover’s cock.  She understood now why she always leaked after a good fucking.

Ten-plus years as a slave had an obvious impact on Consuela.  Abby became the dominant partner even though she tried to treat Consuela as an equal.  Consuela was so submissive she even had trouble giving orders to the servants.  She had been a member of the household about two weeks when Abby called a meeting of the staff, telling them about Consuela and how she had been trapped as a sex slave in a brothel in Mexico.  She told them also that they should extend every conceivable courtesy to Consuela, even more than they would give her.  Anyone who couldn’t do that would be dismissed immediately.

Although most of the clothes Abby had purchased for Consuela fit her, the two lovers decided to go shopping—Consuela had the right to pick her own clothing and style.  It was in an exclusive shop that Abby met one of her closest friends.  Conversing in fluent Portuguese she introduced Consuela as her “girlfriend.”

“I didn’t know the wind blew that way with you, Abby,” her friend Emma replied, “If I did I would have given you a shot long ago.”

“Well, Emma, I do and I don’t.  Consuela is….”

“What Abby means,” Consuela added in fluent Spanish even though the other two were speaking Portuguese, “is that I was once her husband.  I was abducted in Mexico and forced to become a she-male sex slave.  That’s why I have these even though technically I’m still a male.  For now I’m still a female in appearance.”  Emma was speechless so Abby and Consuela took their leave, returning to their shopping.

Consuela had been home for just over two months when she and Abby said almost simultaneously, “I need to talk to you.”  After a good laugh Abby told her to go first.  “I’ve made two big decisions, Abby.  First, I want to stay here with you forever, and second, I’m going to stay as a woman.  I think a lot of the problems I had years ago came from my gender confusion.  I couldn’t really face those problems so I looked for another outlet—slavery.  Is that OK with you?”

“Oh, darling, I love you so much.  It doesn’t matter one bit what sex you want to be, although I must admit I love playing with your beautiful tits.  I know now why men love them so much.  OK, now my news—I’m glad you went first.  You’re going to be a mother.  I’m pregnant.  I couldn’t be happier.”  The look on Consuela’s face told her the feeling was mutual.