Alice Part Two by 2NN

Part Two: recap of Part One. Pete married a beautiful woman named Angela, who, it turns out, is a Domme. To his dismay, she's training him as her tranny sub.


Pete/Alice had been lying in his cage for about half an hour when he heard footsteps. Not only had Mistress Angela returned, but also she had brought a whole flock of people. Most he recognized as people Mistress Angela had hired,
but one of them was unknown to him. Mistress Angela, still dressed in her red domina outfit, addressed him: "Slave, its time that you are properly introduced to your betters, so that you may understand your situation better. First there
is the housekeeper, Miss Jensen, or Mistress Jensen to you." Mistress Jensen stepped up to the cage. She was a small woman, more than a little overweight, who had previously worn shapeless, black, frumpy dresses, her graying blond
hair gathered in a tight bun. Now she was dressed in ankle-length dress of a Victorian cut, made from black rubber. The dress squeezed her fat body, making
her look both sexy and revolting at the same time. She smiled wickedly as she placed a box in front of the cage, stepped up on it and lifted up her skirt,
exposing her naked crotch. She leaned forward until her crotch touched the cage. Then she released a stream of warm piss, hitting Pete/Alice's upturned face. He cried with humiliation, which of course only made Mistress Jensen laugh.

The next one to be introduced to the slave was the driver, Master Gonzales. Master Gonzales was huge man with black hair, cropped very short. He didn't look the least bit Hispanic, but he did look very menacing. He was dressed in a discrete black suit, with no hint of obvious perversion like Mistress Jensen. He stared into Pete/Alice's eyes, commanding him to meet his glare as Pete/Alice
wanted to turn his face away. "Well, sissy boy. Take a good look at what I'm about to show you now, because you will be spending a lot of time worshiping it." With that he pulled out his very large cock. Pete/Alice was both revolted
and terrified at the sight. There was little doubt that Master Gonzales wanted him to suck it some time in the future, but Pete/Alice had never harbored any homosexual tendencies. In fact he had always found the thought of having sexual
relations with another man revolting. Now he seemed destined to serve this man and others like him sexually and it filled him with dread. For now he was intensely humiliated as Master Gonzales did as Mistress Jensen had done and
pissed Pete/Alice in the face.

The last one among the ones he knew was the gardener and handyman, Master Robertson. In his youth he must have been absolutely huge, because now, as he
approached sixty, he was still a very large man, muscles showing clearly beneath the fabric of his shirt. He wore jeans and a loose-fitting shirt, but looking into his eyes Pete/Alice wondered how he had ever mistaken him for a mere
gardener. He exuded the same air of natural dominance as Mistress Angela did. "You are going to show complete obedience around me, girlie, or I'll make sure
that your screaming voice gets plenty of exercise." With Pete/Alice trembling with fear as he spoke, Master Robertson opened his fly and pissed in Pete/Alice's face ordering him to keep his face in the stream at all times. Pete/Alice didn't dare disobey.

The last person to step up to the cage Pete/Alice had never seen before. She was about Mistress Angela's age, early twenties, with red hair and green eyes and like Mistress Angela she looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in green high-heeled shoes, a green, rubber mini-skirt and rubber jacket of sorts, made from green rubber. The jacket only just reached below her perfect breasts, which it pressed together further accentuating them. Mistress Angela stepped up beside her and spoke: "Slave, I want you to meet my partner, Mistress Janice. We have been lovers for three years now." As the words sank in Pete/Alice began to cry again, making the two cruel women laugh. Mistress Janice spoke to the crying slave: "You had better get with the program, you little shit. Neither of us will tolerate anything but complete obedience and super feminine behavior, so the sooner you accept your position, Alice, the less pain you will experience. Remember that you are the lowest piece of slave shit in the world. You should be honored that so many fine people have agreed to train you." With that the two
mistresses grabbed a box each and placed it on either side of the small cage. As they stepped onto them, their crotches were above the upper part of the cage. Then they leaned in and pissed down on the sissy-slave while engaging in a
passionate kiss. The humiliation was complete and Pete/Alice broke down, crying inconsolably as the urine rained down on him. He was so inconsolable that he hardly noticed them leaving and he fell asleep crying, lying in the large pool
of urine.

The next morning training began in earnest. Pete/Alice ate breakfast by sucking a thick liquid out of a dildo mounted on the wall and after breakfast his insides were cleaned out by five very painful enemas. Then his corset was tightened to make up for the slack coming from his body adjusting to the corset and Pete/Alice received his daily hormone shots. The training started with walking again and any transgression was punished severely. Mistress Angela oversaw the training, looking absolutely stunning again. She wore black, leather
boots, thigh-high and laced up the front, with seven-inch heels. Her perfect ass was held in a very short and very tight leather mini-skirt and her breasts, equally perfect, were held in a black, leather bustier. Her long, blond hair
was gathered in a ponytail and on her hands were short, black leather gloves. Even now, as she ordered him around and punished every little mistake, Pete/Alice couldn't help but think that she was the sexiest being he had ever seen.
After several hours of training Mistress Angela commanded him to stop. His bonds were the same as the day before and his shoulders felt like they were ready to pop, his feet were killing him and the ball-gag made him drool. He vehemently
hoped this meant that she was giving him a break. But of course there was no such luck. She stood very close to him and as he stood completely still, holding the slave posture he had been taught, she gently grabbed his member. It was
still sore from all the abuse it had been subjected to the day before and Pete/Alice drew a sharp breath in anticipation of the pain to come, but to his surprise none came. Instead she gently began to stroke it and it quickly became
erect. As he stood there enjoying the sensation, his hips involuntarily making small thrusting movements, his breath becoming shorter, his eyes became glazed over with lust Mistress Angela asked in a low, husky voice: "You like that don't you, you filthy slave-bitch? You would just love to cum, wouldn't you, you disgusting sissy-slut?" Pete/Alice nodded and tried to say, "yes" as the stroking picked up in intensity and he approached orgasm. Just as he was about to cum, his head thrown back in ecstasy, she shouted into his face: "Sluts like you are not allowed to cum without permission!" and squeezed his balls viciously. The pleasure was immediately replaced by intense pain and he doubled
over in pain, too much pain to even scream. He would have fallen over had she not gripped him tightly, one hand holding him by the neck and the other still squeezing his balls tightly. She repeated into his ear: "You will not cum without my permission - if ever." Then she allowed him to drop to the floor. While he lay on the floor, curled up in pain, she went to fetch something. When she came back she ordered his to stretch out and lie on his back. Pete/Alice had no interest in being subjected to more pain and instantly complied, in spite of the pain. Mistress Angela spread his legs and knelt down between them. In her hand she held what looked like a pouch made from a fine metal mesh. She grabbed
his now limp cock and his tender balls and stuffed them inside the pouch. It was a very tight fit and more than a little painful. The pouch had a drawstring around the opening and she now pulled it so that it sat tightly around the base
of his scrotum. The effect was to reduce his genitals to very small ball in his crotch, the flesh pressing painfully against the mesh. The drawstring was secured in a special eye on the rim of the pouch and locked in place with a
small padlock. There was no way Pete/Alice would get out of it without the key. Mistress Angela explained: "This is a very useful device and you should be happy that I choose such a fine thing for a worthless slut like you Alice. It insures that you don't have unauthorized orgasms, thereby improving your behavior. It can stay on almost indefinitely since your pathetic, filthy and useless little thing can be washed and dried through the mesh. At the same time it offers up
your balls nicely for punishment." To underline her words she stood up and kicked the ball hard with the pointed toe of her high-heeled boot. After a second to catch his breath Pete/Alice screamed in pain behind the gag. As he lay
there screaming Mistress Angela used her sharp heel to step hard on his tightly compressed genitals, further increasing his pain.The torture had clearly excited her and she dropped to her knees, straddling his face as she removed his gag and ordered him to eat pussy. After she had cum a couple of times, she stood up and used his leash to drag him to his feet. Instead of re-gagging him she led him to a door at one end of the dungeon.

Pete/Alice, his mouth free for the first time in a day, tried to plead with her: "Angela, please let me go. I promise I'll never bother you again. And I'll pay you. Please." His words were cut short as Mistress Angela yanked his leash. She didn't even shout at him before she launched into a furious whipping. When it was finally over Pete/Alice lay on the floor covered in red welts, emitting small, breathless screams. He decided to never speak again unless ordered to. Mistress Angela allowed him to recover on the floor for some time before she dragged him to his feet and led him through the door.

Inside were two men waiting on a couch in a small, ordinary looking room. As Mistress Angela and Pete/Alice entered they stopped their conversation and turned their attention to Mistress Angela and her slave. "I'm terribly sorry to have kept you waiting gentlemen, but you know how it is with new slaves. They have to be reminded of their position constantly." One of the men, a tall muscular guy with curly brown hair and a mustache, smiled and said: "Yes indeed Angela. I presume that we are allowed to remind her of her position as well?" Mistress Angela beamed a brilliant smile at the man and said: "Not only are you allowed to Richard, you are encouraged to do so. You gentlemen are an important part of her training."

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Mistress Angela and the men engaged in a bit of small talk while Pete/Alice stood silently by. The other man was also tall and muscular, but with light blond hair and piercing, blue eyes. He wore the same outfit as Richard; that is
leather boots, leather pants and leather jacket with nothing underneath, all of it black. After a few minutes of chitchat Mistress Angela left Pete/Alice in the hands of the two men and sat down in the couch to watch. After a few minutes
Mistress Janice joined her and they say gently fondling and kissing each other while the men took care of Pete/Alice.
The man called Richard looked at Pete/Alice and said: "Well Alice, you little slut, I'm Master Richard and this is Master Anthony. We are here to teach you how worship a cock properly. We will tolerate no disobedience and no hesitation.
Let's get started." Both men now dropped their jackets and stood with bare upper bodies in front of Pete/Alice. They removed his arm binder and he now stood with his arms free for the first time in over 24 hours, but he didn't try to resist.

There were too many against him, they were too strong and he was still wearing the mittens rendering his hands useless. Master Richard commanded him to kneel and Pete/Alice complied. He now looked directly into Master Richard's crotch as he undid his fly and took out his massive member. Pete/Alice knew what was going to happen and it filled him with revulsion, but he knew that he could not refuse. When the cock hung out Master Richard instructed him in how to lick and suck it. Pete/Alice hesitated here and this was instantly punished by Master Anthony as he caned Pete/Alice's bare ass. He quickly began performing his
duties and with a bit more encouragement from Master Anthony's cane he even did so eagerly, if rather ineptly. Soon he was sucking Master Richard's huge, rock-
hard cock, looking Master Richard in the eyes as he had been instructed, never looking away. He felt Master Richard's orgasm build and prepared himself to swallow the cum, knowing that he mustn't spill a single drop. This proved beyond his capabilities as Master Richard's cock sprayed its huge load into his mouth, and a thin stream of cum ran down his chin.

After swallowing Pete/Alice had to
fight off the urge to vomit. This combined with him spilling cum definitely did not go down well with two masters, who started hurling abuse at him as they punished him, Master Anthony caning him while Master Richard whipped him with a leather strap. Soon he was reduced to a sobbing wreck and promised to do better next time. He was given the opportunity to prove this as Master Anthony stood
before him and commanded him to suck his cock. His dick was at least as big as Master Anthony's and soon Pete/Alice was sucking this too. When Master Anthony came he was more prepared for what was about to come and almost succeeded in swallowing all the cum spewing into his mouth. Of course his repeated failure to perform his duties properly resulted in yet another round of whipping. By now
his body was covered in welts and there wasn't a singe spot on his body that didn't hurt. It was especially painful when the cane struck his balled up genitals.

When they had finished punishing him, Pete/Alice lay in a crumpled head crying, but of course this didn't stop them from continuing the training. Master Anthony
addressed the slave: "Now its time for the one thing I know a virgin like you have been waiting for your whole life. Its time to pop that cherry." Pete/Alice began to scream and beg. Getting fucked up the ass was the worst thing he could
imagine and he actually tried to escape in panic. All he accomplished was to get smacked around some more before Master Anthony twisted his arm and forced into a
kneeling position, his ass pointing up. Master Anthony knelt down so that he held Pete/Alice's head between his knees, while Master Richard knelt between Pete/Alice's legs, spreading them wide as he undid his pants. Pete/Alice cried
and begged but there was no stopping Master Richard who applied a generous amount of some greasy substance to Pete/Alice's ass. "Don't you dare fight me now, bitch," Master Richard said, "Fighting will only make it more painful."
With that he pressed his rock-hard cock against Pete/Alice's tightly clenched asshole. He screamed in pain but could not stop Master Richard's thrusting and soon Master Richard's cock was pumping in and out of his ass while he cried. It
took forever for Master Richard to cum, filling Pete/Alice's ass with hot jism. He was inconsolable as Master Richard withdrew but he didn't have time to cry. Master Richard shoved his cock in Pete/Alice's face and ordered him to clean it. Pete/Alice was broken by now and could not refuse. He licked Master Richard's cock, coated in a mixture of shit and jism, clean as he felt Master Anthony position himself between his legs. As small scream escaped him as Master
Anthony's cock entered his sore ass, but he didn't have time or opportunity to scream or cry as Master Richard now ordered him to suck his cock.

Watching Pete/Alice being fucked in both holes had made Mistress Angela and Mistress Janice horny and sounds of furious lovemaking could now be heard coming
from the couch. The pain and humiliation was devastating as Pete/Alice stood on hands and knees sucking a man's cock while being fucked up the ass by another at the same time his wife made love to another woman. Something snapped in
Pete/Alice's mind, pushing him a good deal further towards accepting his status as a slave. This would not be happening unless he somehow deserved it.When Master Anthony had cum, he switched places with Master Richard so that
Master Richard now fucked his ass again while Master Anthony had his cock licked clean and received a blow job. Both masters had by now had more than one orgasm
so this time they fucked Pete/Alice for what seemed like ages, their huge, hard cocks pounding both his holes.

When they finally came and he had swallowed Master Anthony's jism, Pete/Alice collapsed on the floor completely spent from the pain and humiliation. As he lay there, he could feel the cum running out of his abused ass, adding further to his humiliation. He heard footsteps and saw Mistress Angela's high-heeled boots in front of his face. Her voice came down from above his head: "Get your lazy
slave ass off the floor and stand up," she commanded. Pete/Alice was almost broken and the last thing he wanted was to give Mistress Angela an excuse to
punish him again, so he obediently stood up. Wasting no time, she tied his arms with the arm-binder and reapplied the ball-gag. Then she led him out of the room, thanking Master Richard and Master Anthony for their help on the way out. She led him back to the dungeon and another session in proper walking and posture training. He tried hard to obey, but the pain from his abused ass made him waddle strangely and Mistress Angela had to whip him into shape before he was able to perform somewhat satisfactorily. After training for hours she led him to his feeding dildo in the wall and while he ate she gave him another round of hormone shots. Finally she locked him in the cage and left him to rest. This had been the worst day of his life, even worse than the day before. He hated sucking cock and he hated being fucked up the ass, but he found himself becoming ever
more the slave, unable to do anything but obey. He even found himself responding to the name Alice. He cried himself to sleep.

The next day proved to be an exact repetition of the day before, with a few exceptions. As he woke up he felt an unusual tightness in the skin across his chest and when he looked down he saw the unmistakable first signs of a pair of
tiny tits. He almost panicked at this and Mistress Angela had to whip him soundly to focus him on his new training.
His balled up genitals provided him with yet another humiliating surprise. After his morning feeding from the dildo and the series of horrible enemas, he had to pee quite urgently and from behind his gag he tried to make Mistress Angela understand this. Upon hearing his helpless gurgling and seeing him make desperate facial expressions, Mistress Angela feigned a complete lack of
comprehension: "What is it you useless sissy-slut? Speak up!" She kept this up until he finally gave up and pissed on himself. Because of the compression of his genitals, urinating was very hard and when he finally managed to squeeze it out, the urine sprayed in all directions. Mistress Angela laughed a great deal at this before punishing him for pissing on the floor. "Looks like you will have to pee sitting down, just like bitch should do," she said. She washed his legs and rubbed his skin with the cream, which made his skin softer, before administering his hormone shots. Then training began. First walking and posture, then cock sucking and ass fucking before finishing with some more walking and
posture training. He was locked in his cage after eating and promptly fell asleep.

For four weeks this was the routine: eating and morning enemas followed by hormone shots. Then training: walking, posture and sex training with minor variations, before being locked in his cage after eating. The amount of food he was given had been greatly increased. He was now force-fed
every evening, swallowing a great deal of the fatty, semen-like substance. The reason for this was soon apparent as he began to grow not only tits, but also
developed the beginnings of a nicely rounded ass. The training was intense and although he didn't feel feminine yet, he had to fight not to think of himself as Alice instead of Pete.
Every three days his clothes were changed and he was washed all over, before being redressed and re-tied. As he was washed his cock was released as well. While he hung by his wrists from the ceiling, Mistress Angela would play with it
for a long time, bringing him close to cuming before pulling away, always holding him on the edge. After playing with him in this way, his genitals were balled up inside the metal-mesh pouch and locked away. The teasing combined with the effects of the hormones made sure that after the fourth day he was in a state of perpetual sexual excitement, always horny, never getting any release.His corset gradually reduced his waist to sixteen inches and his high-heels had
increased in height to six-inches. Walking in an ultra-sexy manner soon became second nature.