It was hopeless. Utterly, utterly hopeless. Jack was stuck tight, and there was nothing he could do about it. Traffic had him pinned in, and he was going to be late for his conference call. Five minutes from his apartment, he glared at the light, willing it to turn green. Finally it did, and he sped quickly down the street to his home.

Barreling up the stairs, he began undoing his tie, and fiddling with his keys. As he made it to his door, he could hear the phone start ringing. Shit! I hope that's the first one! Once more it rang, as he stabbed his door with his key. Turning the lock to open for him, he heard it ring again. As he slammed it shut, Jack pounded the speaker key on his phone, and waited patiently.

“Three rings, Jack? I thought you liked me…” A saddened and sultry voice cooed quietly over the speaker.

Jack was nervous; he didn't want to lose this one. “Every woman tells me that anticipation is supposed to make it more enjoyable.” Phew!

“You always were a smooth talker…suppose that's why you're in advertising. Right? Jack?” Jack froze instantly. Never once had he let that little detail out. He made a habit out of never giving up too many details about himself just in case a crazy one-nighter decided to come after him. As his mind raced, his partner grew impatient. “Jack? Answer me.”

He paused before responding. “How did you know I was in advertising?” This was getting somewhat chilling.

A whiskey giggle came over the speaker. “Oh Jack, you forget things so easily. Like the fact that Caller ID gives both a name and phone number. Both of which can be used to find your address online. Which can give me a little bit more information about you through your firm's site.” So, she's not stalking me in real life…that's a plus. “And, if you have a companion that happens to be an excellent hacker, that gives me access to your credit cards, mailing addresses, checking accounts, leasing information, driving record, and even your Internet history.”

Busted. This woman had Jack by the balls. “Aww…I had my companion check out a few of these URLs, Jack. There are a lot of things in here that I don't think you want the fans to know about. A lot of…frilly things.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” Jack's nostrils flared, as he grew weary of the game. “What the fuck do you want?!” And then? Silence.

“It's not about what I want, Jack. It's about what you want.” His eyes dilated in inquisition as she finished the sentence. “Right about now, if you poke your head out the window in your place with the green curtains-the one on the backside of the building, you should see a car with its parking lights on. Go check; I'll wait here.”

The woman began to hum softly as Jack dashed through his apartment and looked out his bathroom window. There, in the alley behind his apartment, was a black Mustang. This year's model, with a small woman dressed entirely in black leaning against the near side. “Yoo-hoo? Jack…you haven't forgotten about me, have you?”

It was a brisk and terrifying walk back to the phone, and Jack's heart was beating out of his chest. “W-what do you want, lady?”

“Ah, I guess that means she's there. Good. Listen to me, and listen carefully. Go downstairs, with only what you have now-no jacket, no cell phone, nothing else-and talk to the driver. She will give you a series of directions. You will follow all of them.”

The woman seemed almost humored by this twisted game. “I don't think so, you psy-“

“Psycho bitch? Come now, Jack. Let's not agitate the person who is holding all of your assets right now. If you don't do this, I'll take everything from you. Money, possessions, all of it. Now, get your ass down to the parking lot, and follow my instructions.”

She hung up the phone. Jack was really starting to regret that date. If only he had treated her a little bit better. If only he had stopped thinking with his dick for ten seconds. If only he had been thinking of her as a person and not a walking cock sheath, maybe none of this would have happened. Nonetheless, Jack knew what could happen with a hacker on your team. He'd done it before to people. Well, I guess it's time to go.

There was a light fog growing in the air behind the apartment as Jack moved toward the car. He didn't notice before from the bathroom, but the woman was dressed in a latex cat suit with buckling leather boots that came clear up to her thighs, and a form-fitting leather trench coat. She eyeballed him, slowly, from top to bottom and back.

Jack was certainly no physical prize. He was overweight. He wasn't very strong. Hell, he wasn't even a pretty guy. The only things he had going for him were his incredible sense of humor and his bright blue eyes. Never one to miss an opportunity, Jack returned the favor. His driver had to at least be 22, maybe younger. Long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a high pony tail. She looked a little top heavy…at least a C, maybe even a D cup. And her waist just filled in the hourglass perfectly, with a nice, round ass atop a pair of striking legs. This was shaping up to be a halfway decent kidnapping. Until she kicked him in the balls.

Slamming him down on the hood of the car, she patted him down. Emptying his pockets of all but his wallet, she spun him around. “Take your shirt off. And throw it in the trash can.” Not wanting to be kicked in the nuts again, he did as he was told. “Pants. Now. Wallet stays in the car with me, pants in the trash. Shoes and socks too.” So, there he stood, next to the car, in just his boxers. “Nobody said you could keep those. Off with them.” Nervously, he stepped out of his last piece of clothing; hoping the fog would be enough cover for him to remain undiscovered. The driver stepped forward, and placed a gloved finger on his lips. Gently gliding down his face, neck, chest, stomach. She was now crouched in front of him, her gloved hand just to the side of his dick. It was already rock hard at that point, begging for her to touch it. And she did. As Jack looked down, she took a bracelet off her wrist. Leather, with a series of buckles around it. She wrapped it around his balls and the base of his cock.

Grabbing a silk sheet with her other hand, she lined his genitals in the smooth fabric, driving the man insane with desire. As Jack's eyes rolled into the back of his head in ecstasy, she cinched the bracelet closed, squeezing both balls and his dick until they hurt. “Don't move.” She walked around him, wrapping the excess fabric around him to keep him warm. As she tucked it into itself, she handcuffed Jack's hands behind his back. The fur on the inside of the cuffs was surprisingly soft, and was making Jack even harder than before. The driver stuffed him in the backseat of the car, and drove down the alley.

The fog made it nearly impossible to tell where they were going, but Jack knew it was somewhere far out of the city. He knew he was in deep shit, and hoped that this just turned out to be some kinky-ass second date. Jack was about to find out…

As the car came to a stop, two large men dressed similarly to the driver grabbed him, and pulled him out of the car. Dragging him up the steps violently, they brought him inside, and down a corridor. Once in a room, the men removed the silk and the cuffs-including the one around his unit-and began to manhandle him. As one of them flipped a light switch, Jack was horrified to see what looked like the skeletal frame of a robotic horse in front of him. Screaming, Jack was forced into the contraption. The larger man pressed him to the bench, as the smaller one strapped him in. Then his legs, and lastly his arms. It looked like he had fallen out of the sky, and landed on the bench, as he was draped over it. Then the guard began to smile. A soft whirring sound could be heard, as the bench tipped forward. When it stopped, Jack looked back as best he could to see a rather large black dildo on the end of the device. Before he could register what was happening, it began moving towards his ass. The other guard targeted it right for his asshole, and looked to the one in the front. “Welcome to the fun, Jack.”

The dildo punched through Jack, impaling him in the metal prison. As he felt the base touch his ass cheeks, he sighed in a defeated fashion. Then it started moving again. Not in. Not out. It felt like it was opening. A moment later he felt water rushing into his intestines, as the dildo head continued to expand. It hurt, but it was going to get a lot worse. The guards moved an arm with what looked like a tube for tennis balls into place under him. They placed his dick in it, and strapped a leather waistband around him. It started to suck. Slowly at first, then faster. It felt like the machine was going to rip his cock right off. Between that and the enforced enema he was receiving, Jack was in terrible pain. He began to scream, but was silenced quickly. A gag was stuffed in his mouth. It was shaped like the head of a penis, and it was attached to a small ball pump. The guard began squeezing the ball, forcing it to take up his entire mouth.

Jack was mortified. He was being raped by a machine. There was not much else that could go wrong. Until the guard held up another ball pump. “Hope you like it fresh. I just made it this afternoon.” He squeezed the pump, and it shot a gooey load of sperm into Jack's mouth. He couldn't spit it out. It was either leave it there, or swallow it.

Just before he could make his decision, the driver stepped into the doorway.

“Leave us.” She was of a dominant fashion in her words. The guards did as they were told, chuckling to themselves all the way down the corridor. After they left, the driver swept a keycard through a slider. The giant stainless steel door slid shut, trapping the two of them in the room. Jack was now at a point near exhaustion. He had the better part of a gallon of liquid in his ass, his cock had almost expanded to the size of the tube, and he was choking on the fresh load of semen shot off in his mouth.

She had not changed, however. The only difference from the last time he had seen her was that she was wearing no jacket. He got a clean look at her as she walked around him. She was wearing a corset under her cat suit. Her boots were heeled; which explained the defined shape of her calves and thighs. And there were padlocks all over her. They sprouted all over her body, and looked like they had been there a while. “It's not so bad, once you get used to it.” She strode around to the side of the machine, and poked him hard in the stomach. “The enemas. The best part about the first one is the pressure.” She pulled a remote from behind her back. On it, simply a dial and a red LCD readout with the number 01 on it. Jack was hurting. His entire abdomen wanted to just explode. “You see, if I turn this dial up to the next level,” she said as she delicately rotated the small wheel. Jack's insides strained as the fluid was pumped in harder. Veins began to show all over his expanding stomach and ass. “It comes harder. And if I turn it up to level 3,” she smirked as the dial clicked again. The 03 stared him in the face as the dildo began to vibrate inside him. Jack's eyes rolled into the back of his head. “But the fourth is the fun one. That's the turning point.” She kneeled down in front of him, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping down his chin and crusting over. “You want it, don't you?”

His murmured scream was low and quiet. “I'll take that as an affirmative. Very well; if you wish.” This time the dial turned slowly, and Jack felt a new sensation in his ass: the dildo was moving back. And forth. And back. In addition to filling him with liquid, and stimulating his prostate from inside, now the machine was assraping him. She looked into his eyes, teasingly. “There's only one notch left. We call it The Filler.” She stood up, and walked around to his ass. Running her latex-clad hand over the mounds of flesh, she squeezed a cold gel onto his asshole. “Don't worry; this'll make it hurt a little bit…more.”

Menthol?! The icy gel oozed down onto the dildo, and was slowly circulated into his ass. Everything suddenly felt very cold. It was like being fucked with an icicle. Jack's eyes watered, as the driver continued. “Level 5 shoots so much more fluid into you that it actually pushes through your intestines and into your stomach. Even all those little pieces of shit in there.” She slapped his back, causing a shockwave to pass through his stomach, still expanding slowly. “I guess now the only question is how much cum you need to get cumbelly.”

Jack's eyes went wide, sending tears spiraling down the sides of his face. “That's right, Jack. That's all cum. From every guy we could get a sample from. All it takes is just a touch here, or a wink there, and I've got a sample. As you can see, my job involves a lot of that stuff.” She turned the dial, and Jack began to strain against his entrapment. A wave of pressure went through his ass; it was like passing a baseball in rewind. A nauseating feeling of pressure blocked the motion, until eventually his stomach gave in. The semen and shit spilled into his gut, and his stomach began to expand even faster.

He could feel the vomit coming up, but it had nowhere to go. As it hit the gag, he began to choke. Semen, shit flakes, and pieces of Chinese food started sputtering out his nose and around the edges of the gag. The driver removed the gag, but kept the machine going. She wheeled a mirror over slowly, so Jack could see the underside of his torment. He had all but forgotten about his cock trapped in the tube. It was pulled clear across it; had to be almost four inches across, and about nine inches long. It looked like a water bottle. His cock no longer hurt though; it was his ass that was bothering him. Still vomiting semen, he looked further into the mirror. “You see that tank? That's yours. When it's empty, it'll shut off automatically. Until then, cum gargler, you stay put.” She twisted his nipples painfully, before walking across the room to a chair.

Jack was left vomiting up shit and cum for the better part of ten minutes. Then all there was left was cum. The puddle on the floor was huge; nearly eight feet across. And suddenly, it stopped. The vacuum on his dick turned off. The dildo pulled out, leaving him stretched, and leaking semen out his ass. Jack collapsed into unconsciousness as he saw the driver moving towards him.

The water was cold as it hit him, waking him up. He was strapped to what looked like an upright bed frame. His hands were bound at opposite corners in rusty iron shackles, as were his feet. He was still naked, and his dick was still misshapen. The driver entered the light, and slapped Jack across the face. Pressing a button on the side of the frame, Jack was lowered halfway into the floor. “Now, we continue breaking you for Her.” A series of clicks was heard, as most of the locks hit the floor. The driver stepped out of her boots, and slowly began to unzip her cat suit. If this is her idea of breaking me, sign me up! Jack smiled weakly as the zipper sailed past her belly button. It seemed to catch just under there, like it was stuck. Suddenly Jack felt a cold presence around his cock. Something steely…

The driver smiled at his mild discomfort, and slammed the zipper down the rest of the way. And out popped her dick. Jack leaned backwards to keep from getting hit in the face with it. It was bigger than his was naturally, and seemed even more alert than his as well. “Lesson one: giving a good blowjob.” She wrapped one hand around her dick, and the other was intertwined with the hair on the top of Jack's head. He struggled to get away from her, but she took the hand off her own dick and pressed another button. A powerful electric shock went through his cock, causing him to scream in pain. The driver took her opportunity, and railed her dick into his mouth. Jack felt it scrape down the back of his throat and into his esophagus. He immediately began to choke, but she showed no signs of stopping.

“Wrap your lips around it, and breathe through your nose on the twos.” She started counting a rhythm to her strokes. “One, two, one, two…” Jack obeyed, as she shocked his dick just for fun. The flesh was like a railroad spike being driven into the virgin ground of his mouth. She kept pounding his head. Harder and harder. Until Jack thought he would explode. Then she stopped. “Lesson over. For now.”

She then stepped over his shoulders, and placed her balls on his face. “Lesson two: minding the testes.” Kicking him in the ribs, she forced her balls into his mouth. “Now, Slut, move them around with your tongue. And if you bite me, I swear to God I'll bite yours off and feed them to you.” Jack, again, did as he was told, pushing them side to side in his mouth. He gently began to suck on them, as the driver moaned. He continued, and the driver began to breathe heavily. She clutched his head between her thighs, and came all over his face. Jack tried to pull back, but she spurted her cum all over his face for what felt like and eternity.

Rolling off hi shoulders, she fell to the floor. Gasping in ecstasy, she signaled into the darkness. Another woman, or at least, what looked like a woman, stepped into the light. She was wearing a vinyl corset; black with a red cloth string in the middle. A small red velvet fabric patch covered her privates, so it was still a mystery at this point. Her long, auburn hair covered her face. She was an Amazon. There's no way I went to dinner with this woman. Jack felt the semen drool off his cheek and onto his lip. The woman stepped forward, and stuck her finger in his mouth. She scooped up the semen, and licked her finger clean. As her head tilted back, Jack began to understand. Scarlett, the woman, had indeed been out to dinner with Jack in recent history. She had worn a plain skirted suit, glasses, and no make-up. But now…now she was a completely different person. She was a man-eating amalgamation of sex, lust, pain, pleasure, and fantasy. And she was standing right in front of him.

“Hello Jack. I hope you're enjoying your stay so far. It will be quite a long one.” She began to pace around him in a circular fashion. “In fact, it seems that you've all but disappeared to the world. Your credit has been terminated. Your apartment has been vacated and re-leased to another tenant. All of your money has been withdrawn and gathered in my personal accounts. Everything about you has been closed. You are now a wandering soul.”

Scarlett leaned in from behind and placed her mouth just to the side of Jack's ear. “You are now my plaything. Nobody will be coming for you. Now I can make this…” She trailed off as she ran her long red nails through his hair, and licked the outside of his ear. “Very enjoyable for you. Or, I can make it…” She trailed off again, as she held the shock button down. “Very painful for you.” She let go of the button, and Jack went almost limp. He hung in the manacles desperately, as she crouched down and kissed his neck. “Now, what's it going to be?”

I'm doomed. I've got to be this bitch's fucktoy for the rest of my life! I can't…I just can't! Gritting his teeth in anger, Jack responded. “No.” Scarlett stood up, and stepped backwards towards the driver. “No! I won't do it! And you can't make me!”

“On the contrary, Jack. I can, and I will.” Turning to the driver, she helped her up. “Violet, bring him downstairs. Dress him in something pastel; I feel springy today.” The driver nodded, and Scarlett turned to leave. “Oh, and Violet? Crotchless, if you don't mind, love.” Violet winked and Scarlett disappeared into a doorway in the darkness. The driver walked to a lever at the edge of the light behind Jack, and pulled it. A hydraulic hiss could be heard, as the platform-framework and all-began descending.

The room was bright; in front of him was a vanity. Sixteen bright white lights shone into his face, as Violet walked around to his front. “And now, we begin lesson three.” She picked up a bottle of Nair. “Looking good for your master.” The shemale giggled as she pulled the gloves of the cat suit back on. She squirted the lotion all over Jack, and began rubbing it in slowly. It almost felt good, and Jack could feel himself relaxing. But then it started to burn. As he began to scream, Violet began scaling the frame. “Time for a refresher course, Slut. Lesson one!” She stuffed her dick down his throat, sealing in his scream as she rode his face hard. As the hair remover incinerated his skin, this tranny was grinding his face like a professional. Several minutes of this went on, until she started to tensen up.

“I hope you're not trying to buck me off…you're going to want to get used to this as soon as possible!” She shot a load off in his mouth, and it coated his tongue. The thickness of it was the worst part; it was like mashed potatoes. Jack tried to spit it out, but Violet would not remove her wang from his mouth. She plugged his nose, forcing him to inhale through his mouth. The cum waddled down the back of his throat like a ball of glue. “And now, Slut, seeing as how you passed lesson one in less than a day, I think you deserve an orgasm.”

Jack smiled bashfully. Turns out he was going to get treated halfway decently after all. In the midst of his bliss, he suddenly started panicking. The frame was bending him in half; clean over at a ninety degree angle. He looked into the vanity mirror, and saw the same little bottle of gel from the machine earlier. Violet dropped some onto his asshole again, and watched as it puckered. “Come on, Slut. Let's take you out for a test drive.” She lined up the head of her penis with his asshole, and pressed lightly. Jack felt a vacuum inside of him, as she slid the head of her dick into him. A soft moan could be heard from both of them, as Violet continued to slide further and further into him, until her lap was touching his ass. “And now, Slut, you learn how to be assfucked.” She pounded him hard once. “Relax, and it'll hurt less. And, for all intensive purposes, if you make any sounds, they had better be either moans, or one of the following terms: harder, fuck me, I'm such a slut, fill me up, take me. You got that?”

She pounded him again, and her balls slapped off of Jack's. It was pointless for him to resist, so he just gave in. “Take me.” Violet smiled, but did not move. “Fuck me.” Again, Violet did not move. “Fill me up.” And again, she just sat there. Not moving. “I'm such a slut.”

That was the keyword. She began slamming his ass with a newfound vigor. “Keep talking, Slut. Say them over and over again.” She continued to pound his ass, and Jack began cycling the words.

“Fuck me…harder…unh…fill me up…take me…I'm such a slut…harder…take me…harder…fuck me…fill me up…I'm such a slut…harder…harder…harder…” Jack lost control of his words. Here he was being bent over by a tranny, and he was begging for more.

“Yes sir!” Violet grabbed Jack by the love handles and began drilling him. Jack was literally swinging back and forth on the frame as she nailed him hard. “I can't hear you!”

Jack began spitting out new terms that Violet hadn't given him. “Come on…make me yours, fuck me…come on and pound it in there…don't stop…oh…unhh…” And then it happened.

Violet spewed her load all over his cleaned out intestines. Jack could feel it running down his insides, just as he could feel his sweat running down his back. But, the weird part was, he liked the feeling. That's all it would take for Violet to stake her claim in the new piece of meat.

Meanwhile, Scarlett was preparing for her new guest. Placing Violet in charge of Jack was a means of furthering her control on the tranny. Victor, or rather, Violet, came to Scarlett in much the same fashion that Jack has. Violet had been shackled in a room and forced to take estrogen therapy, in addition to feminization hypnosis. After successfully destroying all of the male qualities in her--save one long, pointy one--Scarlett began training her as an apprentice of sorts; Scarlett was still the master, but Violet would take some guests on her own, or under Scarlett's educating suggestions from the corner.

Tightening the strings on her red satin corset, she exhaled in an alloy of pain and pleasure. The stiff boning in it would keep her head high and her breasts securely supported in their quarter-cup shelf. Her thong was trimmed in a lacey black material, as was the corset. The red matched her fingernails perfectly, which, in turn, matched her earrings wonderfully. The black eyeliner and lipstick finished off the basics of the outfit, as she moved to the closet. There, she found her black fishnet stockings, and pulled them slowly up her milky white legs.

Her lower lip quivered as she did this, slowly tracing up the inside of her own thigh with her hands. They capped off just a few inches past the top of her knee, and really added dimension to her legs. Her boots were next; solid black leather, with soft red strapwork. As they glided up her legs, her lip quivered again, casting a smile across her face. Grabbing her deep red kimono, she tied it around her waist with an elongated cat-o-ninetails and made for the door.

Violet gently scratched her dark nails down Jack's back, as she began to regain control. She had not yet pulled out of his ass; Jack's body was still having spasms from being so close to an orgasm. Violet reached around his body, and placed her hands on his dick. She began rubbing the underside of the head with her pointer, and the top with her thumb. “Jack, if you want to come, you're going to fuck my hand. I'm not moving any more than this. Understood?”

Jack was trembling in fear of the actions he had just committed. But, he had never wanted to cum so badly in his life. Slowly, he began moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his penis into Violet's warm hand. Violet pushed forward as far as the restraints would go, impaling him on her softening dick. “I asked you a question, and I want an answer. Understood?”

Jack was lightly moaning at this point, and he opened his eyes. “Yes. I understand.” Violet let go of his dick, letting it throb in lonesome between his legs. “I mean, ‘yes, mistress'.” Violet smiled, and replaced her hand for him. As Jack ground back and forth on her hand, Violet was growing steadily harder. She ran her fingers through his hair, and gently pulled it to tilt his head back. She wanted him to watch as she made him fuck both her hand and her dick out of his own will. She knew he was broken.

And, as she realized quickly thereafter, not getting enough fluids in his diet.

As the door swung open, Violet was tying back the last frilly layer of the petticoat. It was a light pinkish lavender, and it was adorned with silk and lace bows everywhere. The dress must have been at least four feet wide at the thigh, and continued expanding from there. Jack was already wearing heels that matched, a pair of gloves, and his makeup was done, albeit somewhat hastily. “Violet, untie the slut. It is time to walk.” Violet nodded, and unshackled Jack. It took him a minute to regain his balance on his feet, especially in the heels. Scarlett hooked a small leather collar around his neck with a leash, and started walking. Hence, Jack waddled behind uncomfortably.

Scarlett, however, did not fail to notice the larger-than-normal bulge in the bottom of Violet's cat suit. Or the small bottle of gel on the floor behind the frame. Violet would pay for that little stunt; oh yes. Meanwhile, Jack was tottering along behind her, made precious by her treacherous lieutenant. He was entirely bald, except for his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head. The inflammation of his skin was only intensified by his embarrassment. Not only had he just been assraped, but he had received a semen enema, been made to swallow a handful of times, and was made to fuck himself as a sign of his broken spirit; no, now he was in an uber-effeminate dress with matching heels, stockings, and makeup.

“I do hope you enjoyed your time with Violet, Slut. I-“ She stopped rather abruptly. “Come to think of it, Slut is not a becoming name for you. Violet is a slut. You are not worthy of the title. You are a piece of shit, Jack. You are scum. You are what the French call merde .” She stopped, and tilted her head to the side with a smirk. “But, I think a less-descriptive name is in order for you. You will be called Rosemary. And you will like it, won't you?” Scarlett tugged the leash down hard, forcing Jack to his knees.

As he hit the ground, Scarlett stepped on his hands. “It's useless to resist me, Rosemary. Just tell me what I want to hear, and learn to believe it, and you might even someday surpass Violet as my favorite plaything.” Jack was looking at the ground; Scarlett driving his hand into the ground under her heel made it hard to focus, but he thought to himself briefly. I can buy myself some time if I'm not constantly getting abused…I won't believe it, lady, but I'll spill it for you… ”Yes, Mistress. Thank you for granting me my new name.”

Scarlett knew he was up to something. It was never this easy to break a man. Especially not one as independent as Rosemary. “Excellent! Come, Rosemary. To the fitting room!” The satin-clad Mistress made a hard turn on Rosemary's hand, as she began to walk across the courtyard. Jack—now officially Rosemary by title—tottered along behind her as best he could. But I'm already dressed…what else is there to fit?

As the two moved across the sunny opening in the manor, Violet turned back around the corner. “You will never surpass me, Jack. You and Scarlett will both pay dearly. Very, very dearly.”

Lady Scarlett removed Rosemary's collar, and placed it on a table. Jack took the moment to breathe in as much fresh oxygen as possible, without making himself look any more vulnerable than he already did. Scarlett took his wrists, and shackled them above his head. She then removed his petticoat to see him in his true and scantily-clad form: soft, lavender panties, a white and lavender corset, white stockings, and white garters. The shoes would have to come off for this portion, but the underwear—thanks to Violet's attention to detail—would be able to stay.

Rosemary removed her shoes bashfully, as the Mistress politely instructed. Lady Scarlett grabbed a large, steel bar from the wall, and placed it between Rosemary's knees. Attaching it with heavy braces would mean that her newest addition to the family would be unable to bend his legs. Whilst finishing the attachment, she made sure to kiss the last physical remnant of Jack's pride softly. Her lips suckled the head of his penis lightly, causing it to spring to action. She could taste cum and menthol; the work of Violet. As she did this, she placed a small cuff around each of Rosemary's big toes, and began pulling them inward. Jack's feet turned inward as well, leaving his ass completely exposed.

“Mistress,” Rosemary began quietly. “If I might ask, what am I to be fitted for?”

“Everything, Rose. Everything.” With that, She walked over to the wall with the spreader bars, and retrieved a small aerosol can and a plastic bag. “Open.” Rosemary reluctantly did as he was told, and Scarlett stuffed the plastic bag into his mouth. She then placed the nozzle of the can in the bag. “Bite down.” His teeth lightly pressed the nozzle, as she began releasing its contents into his mouth. The bag filled quickly with some type of foam. It was cold, and it kept expanding for a few minutes. Rosemary was worried that he would choke, as he began to whimper loudly. “Breathe through your nose, love. You'll be alright—I wouldn't kill you on the first day.”

She walked back to the corner again, leaving Rosemary petrified in the shackled position. When she returned, it was with what appeared to be some kink of horizontal bar; like something from a gymnastics center. She placed it in front of him, and grabbed his arms. Pulling them down, she bent Rosemary over it, and attached his manacles to an eye-hook on the floor. He looked up nervously, and Lady Scarlett smiled back wickedly. She traced the line of his chin with her nail, causing her slave to shudder lightly and press against her hand. Disappearing back into the corner, Rosemary could only imagine what was next. And, it would seem, his imagination was correct.

She wheeled over a small cart, and placed it in front of Rosemary's hips. Adjusting the height, she took a tube similar to the tennis-ball cocksucker from earlier, and filled it with the foam. She slowly slid it up Rose's dick, stopping at intervals to slide it back and forth. It was so cold, but it was making him so hard. She worked it to his torso, and strapped it around him, bouncing it up and down a couple of times for good measure. “And now, for your final piece, Rosemary.” Scarlett grabbed another can off the cart, and moved behind him. She began rubbing his ass with her warm hand; it was oddly relaxing. As she did this, she slid the nozzle into Rose's stretched asshole.

Pressing the trigger, she began releasing the cold foam into his rectum. Rose swung and screamed and moaned, but Scarlett did not let up. She needed to get the whole can in if he was going to be properly fitted. Thinking quickly, she took her kimono off, and used the nine-tails to tie the can to the strap of the cocktube. As she walked around the front of Rosemary, he stopped. Scarlett took out the gag in his mouth, and before Rosemary could even crack his jaw, she stooped down and placed one of her breasts in his mouth.

Despite being violated in such a vile fashion, at least parts of him would be kept alive. But, at this point, it was unsure which other parts those would be…