50 Shades Of Pale Pink Sissy Ch. 03

"Your owner will punish you for that stupidity" the guard snarled at the quivering girl.

The bus drove on for a few more hours. We were given food and water and the bus was well cooled. Finally we arrived at another desert fort where we were quickly transferred into a passage that led under the main building. We found ourselves in a cool dimly lit dungeon with many cells. We were all held in a large cell with rough wooden benches around the walls. There was an open toilet and shower in one corner and a table with jugs of cool water and plates of salad. The escapee was dragged away to another cell out of our sight. A group of older women with many marks across their backs were led past us in the direction of the bus. One of them looked at us and cackled madly from her toothless mouth.

"Those hags are the women who you are here to replace for your owner's pleasure. They will be used in as comfort women for the rebels who support your master. Expect to look like that in a couple of years." We were told. All we could do was sob.

As best we could we stretched out on the benches and tried to sleep after eating and drinking. After some hours we were woken as a guard delivered more food.

"Eat and clean yourselves. You will then each be taken to be inspected by the prince. Make sure that your bottoms are well flushed as master may want to inspect you there. Cosmetics and hair brushes are in this box so make sure that you look your best." The guard told us.

We quickly ate and took turns with the enema kits, the toilet and the shower. Within an hour we were ready to go. Clean, fragrant, shaved and bejewelled we waited to be called. Our only clothing was our high heels.

"The sissy gets to go first" said the guard when she returned.

I was led away by the guard. Along a corridor with cells on either side, through a large room with ominous machines of torture and restraint that made master's play room look vanilla and into a clean room that had the look of a doctor or dentists examination clinic. The guard quickly restrained me on an examination chair. My wrists were cuffed to the chair arms, my head to a rest and my ankles into some stirrups which could be positioned in many uncomfortable positions. The guard stepped back and bowed as two heavy set, swarthy men in white coveralls entered.

One man, he seemed to be the boss, approached me carrying a huge rubber dildo which he tried to force into my mouth. As much as I tried, there was no way that it would fit between my teeth.

"Nice try but not good enough" he said. Turning to his companion he said " We will remove its teeth after the other procedures."

The stirrups upon which my ankles rested moved up and back towards me, lifting my bottom from the seat and leaving all my private parts exposed. The boss tried to force the dildo into my bottom which proved to be impossible. He smiled. "Oh good! I was worried that you may have been stretched too much by those sailors. I am going to enjoy popping your cherry." Turning to his companion he said "we will castrate it first and then we will brand it. You may proceed to spay the little bitch. Give it a little bit of local as we don't want it to go into shock. I want it awake for all the other fun and games we have planned for it."

Using a large syringe the surgeon proceeded to deaden the area around my scrotum. Soon he tested with a pin to ascertain if I was numb. Thankfully I felt nothing as he tested. Putting aside the syringe he approached me carrying a scalpel. Strangely I wasn't afraid of losing them. I hoped they healed quickly but really wanted master to do it to me.

"Do you want any sack left sire?"

"No make it as tidy as possible."

Chapter4.

Both men looked up as a commotion started outside the room. My head was back to the doorway so I couldn't see what caused my tormentors to raise their hands and back up to the wall. Two men in full body armour strode past me carrying wicked looking guns (I don't know much about weapons) and smashed the wooden ends of the guns into men's faces. I was terrified. Are these warlords? A little pee escaped my tiny penis. Head in the sand I clamped my eyes shut. The two dropped like they had been drugged. Someone gently undid my wrist and forehead and tummy restraints. When I felt my ankles being carefully released I opened my eyes and gasped. Master, wearing armour was releasing me. I burst into tears. He slid one arm under my knees and another under my back just below my shoulders and easily lifted me and carried me out of the room.

"Bring those pricks" he called over his shoulder.

"The girls?" I pleaded.

Smiling he said "all safe."

Smiling back, I placed on arm around his neck and tried to kiss him. He turned aside. This was a worrying development which I shouldn't have ignored.

We raced down the halls and corridors, past our holding cell; now storing several naked guards, and out into the fort's huge courtyard. The girls, now dressed in white paper overalls huddled in a group while several armed men formed a perimeter, facing out to protect us. Master unloaded me, helped me into some overalls and the put me with the girls. Why did he leave me? I just wanted him to hold me. My tormentors were dragged out onto the dark courtyard, still out to it but now manacled. Master spoke into a walkie-talkie thingy. Soon we could hear a helicopter approaching.

An enormous chopper with two rotors landed. I don't know anything about helicopters but one soldier called it a chook. Master herded us onto the machine. The prince and his surgeon were roughly thrown onto the floor and we took off. We sat in webbing seats on either side of the machine. As we flew along the prince woke up. He gradually seemed to make sense of what had happened.

Courageously he spoke "You do realize that I'm a crown prince in his land. Release me immediately and I will spare your lives."

Master stepped over to him and kicked him hard between his legs. A huge breath escaped his lungs and then he vomited.

When the prince was able to understand his surroundings again, master spoke.

"By the time my friend Rebecca is finished; you'll be a crown princess sucking cocks for pennies. As you won't need these any longer I may as well kick you again." He said, as he viciously lashed out again.

Around the craft there were many quizzical looks. Only I understood master's words having seen Mistress Rebecca's handiwork on my maid tormentor.

"He'll be castrated, feminized, have his teeth removed and sold to a brothel somewhere as a glory hole gurl. If he's unlucky he won't get sick too quickly and have a long and tasty life." I whispered to a nearby girl. The word spread quickly and soon there were gapped tooth smiles amongst all the girls.

Within half an hour we landed in the dark. After removing our shoes as ordered, Master led us on a short walk to an inflatable boat lying in warm water lapping against a beach. After a fast but crowded blast across the water we arrived at a sleek motor yacht waited. We climbed a gang way into absolute luxury. We were welcomed aboard by the crew who led us to our quarters after a quick check by the ships physician. The girls shared sumptuous cabins while I had my own. Master gave us an hour to tidy up, (typical control behaviour). I found a lovely pale pink sheath dress that barely fitted over my new plumper body, a pair of stay up stockings, thong and killer heels which I slipped into after a complete clean-up. I applied light girly make up, subdued jewellery and put my hair in pig tails.

As I entered the main salon I was handed a glass of bubbles. Stewards circulated with trays of finger foods. Apart from the gaps in our mouths we appeared a happy group of beautiful young women. Master circulated amongst his guests reassuring them that they would be reunited with their families very soon. I was sure he was ignoring me and I was very jealous. When I tried to get close to him he gave me a look that scared me. Soon I could take it no longer and wandered a little tipsy back to my cabin. Not bothering to even remove my shoes I flopped on the huge bunk I cried myself to sleep.

Chapter5.

With no idea of how much time had passed I was awakened by a huge slap across my bottom inflicted by master using a leather paddle. I squealed with the pain as my eyes jerked open. Expecting to see master smiling lasciviously at me, I was surprised to see something approaching contempt in his eyes.

"I suppose you want to know how I found you?" he said without smiling.

I nodded, fearing that I would just choke up if I tried to speak.

"Employing an investigation company we eventually worked out through CCTV footage that you were on a ship. Unfortunately the ship had departed as I hadn't realized you were missing for a couple of days and the trail had gone cold. All we knew was that the ship was eventually headed to the Middle East but not by which exact route. We lost track of you for some weeks until I got lucky. Through one of my Dom friends I heard of a slave auction to be held in the general area that the ship had been heading for. Managing to get a copy of the catalogue I was happy to find you described in the prospectus, although I was disturbed by how you were described. Unfortunately I was too late to rescue at the auction house but was able to trace you to the Princes fort. You know what happened then."

I nodded.

"I gather that you have had quite a lot of sex since you were taken? He asked.

"I was raped over and over again by the ships officers" I managed to choke out. "It was horrible."

"Liar" he snarled as he slapped my face. "When we seized the ship and had the crew arrested I recovered this disk." He threw a blue ray disk and a glossy booklet on the bed. "Look at those you little slut and we will talk again." He stormed out, slamming the door behind him while I just lay blubbering on the bed. He had never slapped my face before. Any spankings had been sexually related.

Eventually I dried my eyes and looked through the brochure. I found a picture of myself looking my best in one of master's outfits. It must have been snapped while we were out together at some time. Another photo showed me naked apart from my shoes, probably taken on the ship. Next there was a picture of me, on my knees sucking a huge black penis. Finally there was one of me being taken from behind by yet another huge Negro. I was smiling, my eyes were shut and my little penis could be seen to be very stiff.

I was described as a well-trained, submissive pain slut who loved to deep throat and enjoys rough anal sex. I was happiest when restrained and whipped before sex. It would be perfect for any admirer of fine pale lady boys. Has been well dosed with hormones but will surely respond well if gelded. It would be suitable as a harem maid with some mild surgery, in an exotic brothel or BDSM dungeon. No wonder master was unhappy with me. By the time I had watched the disk I knew that our relationship was lost. There were hours of video showing me thrusting back against the assaults of the officers and spurting on the mattress as I came. The bliss on my face was obvious as my bottom betrayed me each time I was ravaged. Master was right. I was a little slut. I sobbed myself to sleep again.

I guess I slept through the night. The door flying open awakened me. Master stood over me looking almost satanic. Grabbing my hair he jerked me upright and slapped me hard again across each check several times. I was thrown, sobbing back onto the bed.

"Well, what have you to say?" He sat on the bed and waited.

Eventually I could speak. "Master, forgive me. I love you. My bottom betrays me. I can't help it. Once it's filled I just respond. I only got through it by pretending it was you inside me. I wish I was dead."

"You are of no use to me as a sub or a lover. You are soiled goods." He shouted. "What shall I do with you?"

"Please master, make me your maid. I'll do anything. I could work in the kitchen. Just keep me near you."

Slapping me hard again, "you tramp. I wouldn't even keep you as a toilet." He spat out. "You will be locked in here until we reach home port, by that time I will have worked out what to do with you. We will be dropping the girls off soon and then rendezvousing with a freighter to take the prince and his companion. I don't want them on board when we get home." He locked me in.

Before I could search for something to kill myself with, two stewards entered and removed any sharps and all the clothes, bedding and towels. I was left with a small hand towel. Apart from trying to shred the mattress I could think of nothing to hang myself with or slash my wrists with.

Three times each day I was fed. After breakfast a steward would enter to inject my daily hormone shot and bring a towel for my shower, which was taken away after I finished. This was my only human contact for the following week until we sailed into our familiar home harbour. I did have a selection of movies to watch. Otherwise I would have died of boredom.

As we sailed up the harbour, master entered the room. He wasn't smiling. Fearing his wrath, I curled into a ball and covered my head with my arms. Nothing happened. Eventually I peeked and saw him sitting on a chair just staring at me. Oh god; he was so beautiful. My heart was pounding and I had that familiar warm feeling in my belly.

Chapter6.

Still frowning he spoke "I won't have you back. Although I blame myself for what happened, you are no longer the person that I thought could be my life partner." Screaming and thrashing about on the bed I became hysterical. I hadn't even thought that could have been possible.

He waited patiently until I had recovered to just a blubbering mess. "I will provide for you. I have signed over that unit we talked about you moving into. It is now yours. I have registered a nice little car for you and I will pay you a generous allowance. You will be comfortable and I hope you find a new life for yourself. In return, you must sign this agreement. It is a non-disclosure document. I want my privacy protected. You will have nothing further to do with me. I am moving my whole operation overseas so that the chances of us bumping in to each other will be minimal. Do you agree?"

At first I felt like spitting in his face. None of this was my fault, yet I was being punished. Then it dawned upon me that I had nothing. A rented flat, if I hadn't been evicted, no job and only a few thousand dollars left from what the bastard had given me after our last split. I decided to take the offer.

"Ok, I'll sign you arsehole."

"Good." He handed me the paper which I read. He called in a steward to witness my signature.

"All your possessions are in storage as your landlord had thrown them into the street. They will be delivered by the time you get home. I will leave details of an excellent shrink and a surgeon with experience with transgender people. Use them if you wish, they will not charge you." He stated in his usual controlling manner and then walked out of my life.

I was still crying when the steward returned with a towel and left me alone. I showered and found a selection of clothes laid out on the bed. As the weather looked warm outside' I chose a short summer dress in pink, matching thong and white mid heeled sandals. I didn't bother with a bra. After brushing my hair and applying some light make up I was ready to go. I found a passport, cash, credit card and my driver's licence which I placed in a small handbag. The yacht docked eventually and after a cursory customs check I was able to leave. There was no sign of Mr Arsehole Black as I climbed into a waiting limousine. Pulling up in front of my new address the driver opened my door and passed me a bundle of keys as I alighted. He left as I let myself through the security entrance. The directory had me listed as miss a Hazel with a number next to it. At least I could find my flat.

In the elevator I noticed that there was a basement car park. One of the keys in my bunch was for a car so I decided to see what he had given me. The lights in the basement car park came on automatically as I left the elevator. I pressed the remote and saw the flash of some indicators on a bright red European compact sedan with heavily tinted glass. I was very impressed until I saw the number plates which contained just two letters which spelled HO. Somehow I managed to control my tears and get to my unit which was on the top floor of the building.

I couldn't fault the unit. There were three bedrooms. The main had an ensuite bathroom while there was a main bathroom for the guests. There was a beautifully equipped kitchen, a separate laundry and an open plan living and dining area. Large windows provided a view over a pretty park. I wondered if the bastard had any more nasty surprises hidden waiting to upset me like the car had. A pile of boxes with my possessions from the other flat waited for my attention. The refrigerator was stocked with plenty of fresh food and wine. Cracking a bottle of bubbly I poured a glass and settled down on a leather couch to relax before exploring the other rooms. Soon, feeling much more relaxed I decided to explore the other rooms. The main bedroom had a walk in dressing room. In the wardrobe I discovered several dresses hanging and lots of heels on racks. The dresses and shoes were all bright red and looked a size too small. A quick look at the labels indicated that they were of the lowest quality that one might buy in a market. There was a table covered with cheap cosmetics and hair products.

I opened a drawer to discover cheap lingerie. Another drawer was full of night gowns and teddies. Every item was lurid red too small and cheap rubbish. I was glad that I had my own clothes in the boxes. The bastard was certainly sending the cheap message to me. I laughed, as he would have to do better than that to upset me. There were no other surprises until I opened a drawer in one bedside table. It was full of black dildos and vibrators of different sizes and styles. Surprisingly that did upset me. Sobbing I returned to my spot on the couch, and drained the bottle of Champaign without bothering with a glass. He was such a prick. The bubbles worked. On an empty stomach the alcohol soon had me snoozing through the middle of the day.

I awoke, surprisingly feeling OK. Hunger drew me to the refrigerator. I soon settled down to a nice salad and some water. I needed to trim down a little. As much as I liked my womanly shape, I definitely needed a better diet and a gym membership. There was a red brief case sitting on a coffee table which I had not previously noticed. Flicking the catches and lifting the lid I discovered a lot of paper work. All pretty boring stuff related to my ownership of the apartment, bank accounts, car ownership etc. Three business cards were for the medical people that he had mentioned. There was a note from him. "The girl I thought you were was suited to pink. Fat tramps, like you are now, wear cheap red rubbish and spread their legs for black cock" was all it said. It was so infantile that I just laughed. I hadn't realized he was a racist as well as an arsehole.

Within a couple of hours all my possessions were put away. Amongst my clothes was a lot of the stuff he had supplied. Corsets, thongs and stockings and shoes all in pink were soon hanging where the red rubbish had been. They were of such high quality that I couldn't face throwing them out. One could never know when they might be needed to seduce some well hung stud. I laughed again. I really needed to lose a little weight. My first jobs tomorrow would be to buy some temporary clothes that fitted and join a gym.

Once I had fired up my laptop, he had thoughtfully provided internet access; I looked up the three health professionals. I suspected some kind of infantile embarrassing stunt. They all checked out as fine practitioners. I would contact the dentist and the surgeon in the morning. I made myself some more salad, limited myself to a couple of glasses of wine and watched a silly chick flick. My sleep was bliss until the door intercom woke me up with its incessant buzzing. At least it was daylight.