Alice by 2NN

Chapter 1

Pete thought he was a very lucky guy. In his early twenties he was quite rich,
having inherited a fortune from his late parents. Because of his relative wealth
he didn't have to work, opting instead to spend his time on pursuits he found
worthwhile. Things like lying around by the pool and taking long vacations. He
didn't really have any close friends, but that didn't matter now that he had met
the woman of his dreams. Angela was absolutely beautiful: long blonde hair, blue
eyes and a killer body: the body of an athlete. With her 5'10" she was taller
than Pete. In fact Pete didn't quite understand what she saw in him. He was no
more than 5'5" and weighed a measly 115 pounds. The fact that he was so small
had always made it hard for him to find girlfriends, but with Angela everything
had been like a dream. They had clicked immediately and after dating for about
eight months they had married. Pete thought that life looked good.

The honeymoon had been fantastic. Angela and Pete had vacationed in a very
exclusive resort in the Caribbean and Angela had certainly made sure that they
celebrated their wedding properly. She had made a point of having sex at least
four times a day. And not just any old, tired routine sex. She had proven to be
very demanding and very proficient in bed. She almost always rode on top and she
always made sure that the orgasms were nothing short of amazing. When she didn't
ride Pete long and hard, she gave him blowjobs that made him scream with
pleasure. After three days he had become hopelessly addicted to her, unable to
keep his hands off her. On the plane ride home he had been so horny that it had
been necessary for her to give him a hand job while the others were sleeping.

When they returned to their very large mansion the amazing sex continued. Angela
made sure that Pete had at least four mind-blowing orgasms a day. It became a
routine where Pete became more and more addicted to Angela's touch. She in turn
took over the household completely, among other things hiring new help to
replace the old. She also had some modifications made to the basement. When Pete
inquired what they were, she told him that she was making a special playroom and
that she would reveal it to him on his birthday. Pete's birthday was just around
the corner so he would see it soon enough and when she took his throbbing member
in her hand he promptly forgot all about it.

On the morning of his twenty-third birthday Angela woke him up by gently licking
his dick. Pete awoke as his member began to throb with need and he prepared
himself for yet another fantastic orgasm. But this time it didn't come. Angela
held him on the edge forever and when he opened his eyes and looked down to see
what the hang-up was, she smiled mischievously back at him: "Happy birthday
darling," she said. "I have a very special surprise for you, but you will have
to be patient." She held up a piece of black cloth and explained that she wanted
him to wear a blindfold so that the present would remain a surprise until the
last moment. He didn't hesitate for long; he was much too horny for that. A few
minutes later she led him blindfolded through the house. He was naked and she
led him by his erect member down the stairs and into the basement. While still
stroking his throbbing cock she said: "Hold out your hands. There is just one
more little thing we need to do before I remove your blindfold." Without
thinking he held out his hands and felt a pair of handcuffs close around his
right wrist first before closing around his left. He was just about to object
when Angela increased her stroking and brought him to a massive orgasm, which
made his knees buckle beneath him, almost causing him to fall. When he had
sprayed his load Angela still held his cock and asked: "Ready darling?" He had
barely replied before she removed his blindfold. After blinking at the light a
few times he saw the changes she had made to the basement. They were massive.
She had transformed the whole basement into a very large dungeon, equipped with
racks, cages, chains and whole lot of other stuff Pete didn't recognize. He was
just about to ask what this was all about when Angela said, in a very menacing
tone: "Welcome to your new home, you useless piece of shit!" With that she
slammed her knee into his groin, making him double over in pain and fall to his
knees. As he lay there trying to catch his breath he heard the sound of motor.
He soon found out that the sound came from a motor winch, pulling a chain
connected to his handcuffs. Soon his hands were raised above his head and he was
forced to stand up. The winch continued pulling until he was pulled off his
feet, his toes dangling a couple of inches above the ground. The pain in his
wrists was bad and his crotch was sore and he didn't understand what was
happening as Angela stood in front of him. He opened his mouth to ask her but
his questions were cut short as she once again drove her knee into his groin.
His crotch exploded with pain as she shouted into his face: "Silence! You
useless worm, you are not allowed to speak unless I expressly order you to!"
Pete tried to croak yet another question but was once again stopped as Angela
grabbed his balls and squeezed them viciously. His vision blackened and he heard
her shout more abuse at him.

While he recovered somewhat Angela forced his mouth open and jammed a very
large, black ball-gag into it. In too much pain to try and shout, the only sound
he managed was a weak gurgling. Angela laughed at his weakness before talking to
him: "Worthless shit!" she spat at him. "I've wanted to do this for so long. Now
its finally time. As you are no doubt too stupid to have guessed what it
happening, I'll tell you. Just this once I'll tell you what's going on. The rest
of the time you will be treated according to your position: that of a slave."
Pete couldn't believe his own ears and Angela saw this and smiled: "Yes, you
heard me correctly slave. I married you with this one objective in mind: turning
you into my slave and stealing your fortune." Pete started to thrash and scream
into his gag, trying to object to Angela's plan, but he ceased his struggling
when she grabbed his balls very firmly and gave him a warning look: "Good slave.
You can be taught." Pete's face burned with shame at how easily he was
controlled. Angela saw this and laughed as she continued: "As I said, this is
the first step in my plan to steal your money. I promise that a month from now
you will have signed over all your money to me and in three months our divorce
will go through. After that you will disappear from public view." When Angela
saw Pete's alarm at this statement and chuckled: "Oh, don't worry little slave.
I won't kill you, though you might wish that I had. No, I'm going to turn you
into a feminized little shemale slave. In six months you will be sporting an
impressive pair of tits and I promise you that will be willing to do anything,
and I do mean absolutely anything, for your mistress or master. I am going to
make sure that you are turned into the most docile and obedient little slave
bitch in the world, don't you worry about that." To make her point Angela
finished the sentence by squeezing Pete's balls viciously. He thrashed as he
tried to get out of her grip, but she held on until he hung limp in defeat. Then
she continued: "Before we begin in earnest I will tell you few simple rules.
There is a whole set of them and I promise that you will know all of them by
heart, but for know these two will do. First of all: don't think for yourself,
just obey the orders that are given to you, no matter who gives them. Remember
that you are the lowest slave-shit in the world. Everyone has more right to
decide over you, than you have yourself. Secondly: never speak unless ordered
to. A slaves voice is only tolerable when the slave is screaming in pain. Now
let's get to work." It turned out the winch and the chain he hung from, ran on a
rail in the ceiling and now Angela dragged Pete by his balls along the rail to a
corner of the dungeon. "Wait here," she said and left him dangling from his
wrists. As she walked away Pete tried to comprehend what was happening. He
couldn't believe that his loving wife had turned out to be a completely vicious
bitch, a gold digger only after his fortune.

When he had hung there for quite a while, his hands and wrists almost numb,
Angela returned. Only now she didn't look anything like the sweet girl he had
married. On her feet were knee-high, red leather boots with six-inch stilettos.
She wore what looked like a very revealing bathing suit made of red rubber, open
at the crotch, displaying her blond bush. On her hands and arms were red,
rubber opera gloves and in her right hand she held a riding crop. She looked
very sexy and very menacing, very much in control. To demonstrate her power she
stood close to Pete, watching him try to shy away. Laughing at his weakness she
grabbed his balls and squeezed them firmly and said: "Let's get you started on
your new life." She knelt down and grabbed left ankle. When Pete saw that she
meant to chain it so that he would hang spread-eagle, he began to struggle,
kicking to get free. This was a bad mistake. Angela became absolutely furious:
"How dare you struggle, you useless piece of shit! How dare you kick at your
Mistress? Mistress will have to teach you a lesson." She crossed the room to a
wall full of implements for punishing slaves. Here she substituted her riding
crop with a long, flat and wide leather strap. Without another word she came
back to Pete and began to whip his mercilessly. Pete thrashed and screamed into
his gag and tried to turn away from the blows, but it was no good. No matter how
he twisted and turned the strap found his sensitive spots and Mistress Angela
continued whipping him. She really leaned into the blows and continued the
beating until Pete's entire body was covered in angry red welts and Pete's
struggles had stopped. Mistress Angela stood in front of him, removed his gag
and asked him: "Are you going to behave now, slave?" Pete managed to croak:
"Yes," but this only caused Mistress Angela to drive her knee into his groin one
more time. All Pete could manage was a thin scream of pain as Mistress Angela
shouted: "Wrong answer, slave. I'm going to ask you again: Are you going to
behave now slave?" Again Pete replied yes, and again Mistress Angela kicked him
in the groin. This went on until he finally understood what was expected of him
and replied: "Yes, Mistress." Mistress Angela smiled derisively at him and knelt
down and chained his ankles far apart so that he now hung spread-eagle. Pete
cried at his helplessness, but Mistress Angela really didn't what to hear his
whining so she gagged him again.

Having secured Pete spread-eagle she went around behind him and applied some
kind of lubricant to his asshole. When Pete realized what this meant, he began
to cry harder. It didn't help as Mistress Angela took a long, thin rubber hose
with what looked like a balloon near the end. She leaned in over his shoulder
and mocked him: "There, there baby. I'm only going to clean your filthy inside.
Five enemas should be enough for now." Pete's whining increased and Mistress
Angela sneered a warning: "Don't you dare resist me, slave." Pete didn't want to
bring another beating on himself, so he willed himself to relax as Mistress
Angela shoved the rubber hose up his ass. It was both painful and uncomfortable
and it certainly didn't get any better as she pumped up the balloon at the end
of the hose, preventing him from expelling it. Then she began pumping his
insides full of hot water. Soon Pete felt like he was going to burst and looking
down his body he could see his belly distending. He screamed into his gag and
just when he was sure that his stomach would burst open, Mistress Angela stopped
pumping water into him. Instead she came around to his front with a big smile on
his face and began to caress his distended belly: "Feels good, doesn't it,
slave?" When Pete shook his head, her tone changed, becoming more threatening:
"A slut like you loves this, am I right, slave?" Pete cried as he saw his
options diminish and he nodded his head in defeat. "Good," Mistress Angela said,
"'cause it will be a daily thing for you from now on." This only made Pete cry
harder. After letting him hang there for a couple of minutes, she deflated the
balloon and allowed his to expel the water from his stomach. As a huge spray of
shitty water exploded from his ass, Pete drew a sigh of relief. It was beyond a
shadow of a doubt the best shit he had ever taken. But the good feeling were not
to last. Mistress Angela promptly administered another enema just as painful and
uncomfortable, followed by another. Followed by another. Followed by another.
After the fifth Pete hung limply in his bonds, completely exhausted. But his
ordeal wasn't over. Mistress Angela hid his hair under a bathing cap and taped
his eyes shut with some kind of heavy-duty tape. She also taped over his
eyebrows. Then she proceeded to cover his whole body with a thick layer of foul
smelling cream. The cream hade his skin burn terribly, especially in the places
where the welts were. As he hung there thrashing she explained: "This cream will
insure that you will never grow a single body hair again. Body hair is not
appropriate for little bitches, so you shouldn't have any." After almost half an
hour she hosed him down with cold water, making sure that all the cream was
removed. After shutting off the water she dried him with a towel, being none too
gentle about it. Then she removed his bathing cap and the tape. The next step
was surprisingly gentle. She applied a nice, cool cream to his entire body, not
missing a spot. When she touched his genitals, his cock stirred slightly but his
balls were too swollen and bruised for him to get an erection. As she rubbed the
cream in she said: "This cream will make your skin nice and soft, just as a
woman's should be." Pete had had trouble believing that she was really going to
turn him into a shemale slave, but now it was becoming ever clearer that she was
serious.

That she was indeed serious about it became quite clear as she went on to the
next step in his transformation. First she produced a black leather corset,
which she laced him into. The corset extended from just above his hips to just
below his nipples and Mistress Angela tightened it until he felt like he was
going to be cut in half and hung gasping for breath. Next she produced a pair of
shoes and showed them to Pete saying: "From now on you will only wear stilettos.
Nothing with less than five-inch heels." The shoes she showed him were black,
with five-inch heels and locking ankle straps. As she put them on his feet he
found out that they were at least one size too small. Finally she locked a
broad, black leather collar around his neck.

Then she lowered him to the floor. Pete's hands and arm were completely numb and
hung limply down his side, so she had no trouble tying him up. First she sealed
his hands inside mittens made from thick, black rubber. They pressed his hands
into a cone-like shape, rendering them useless. Then she forced his arms behind
his back were she secured them in a black, leather armbinder, it's straps criss-
crossing his chest.

Mistress Angela stood back and regarded her slave: "It'll do for now. Before we
begin your training, it's time to start your hormone therapy." Pete started at
this and in response Mistress Angela grabbed him by the balls and said: "You
will stand absolutely still when I administer your shots, understood?" The
threat removed Pete's will to fight and he nodded in defeat. He stood absolutely
still as she fetched a large syringe and filled before giving him four
injections: one in each butt cheek and one below each of his nipples. Compared
to the beatings and her abuse of his genitals it didn't hurt very much, inducing
only a feeling of tightness in the skin where she had injected the substance. He
wondered precisely what the hormones would do to him, but Mistress Angela
interrupted his train of thought: "The first part of your training is simple:
You are going to learn how to walk like the bitch you really are. Follow my
instructions to the letter or I'll make sure that you feel my displeasure." She
attached a leash to his collar and led him to an open space in the dungeon. Pete
had had some difficulty standing in the high-heeled shoe and walking in them
proved very hard. He stumbled along behind her, much to her displeasure. Hurling
abuse at him, she picked up the leather strap and administered a vicious blow to
his balls. Only her firm grip on his leash prevented him from falling. "You will
learn to walk properly in stilettos, 'cause it's all that you are going to wear
from now on." Then she proceeded to instruct him in how to walk in high heels
while swaying his still bony ass in an appropriately sexy manner. It proved
quite hard, but Mistress Angela's incessant punishment insured that Pete was
soon well on his way to swaying his ass like a seasoned whore.

The training continued for what seemed like hours before Mistress Angela finally
ordered him to stop. When he stopped she instructed him in proper posture when
standing: feet together, shoulders back, chest out and eyes cast down. He stood
like this, not moving an inch while she went to fetch something. She came back
with a bottle filled with something for him to drink. Removing his gag she
warned him not to try and speak before ordering him to drink. He almost refused
to drink when he saw that the bottle had a very life-like penis for him to suck
the liquid out through, but he had been punished enough and Mistress Angela
noted only a small hesitation before his lips reluctantly closed around the fake
dick. Mistress Angela commanded him to drink all the liquid in the bottle, more
than a quart. This required some effort as the liquid really had to be sucked
out, further humiliating him. The liquid itself tasted funny. It had had an
aftertaste like bitter medicine. Mistress Angela smiled at his expression and
said by way of explanation: "Everything you eat and drink, with the exception of
piss and cum, will contain hormones from now on. You will soon acquire nice and
feminine features." To speed this process along she gave him another bottle to
suck the contents out of. This one contained a thick, fatty liquid tasting, as
he later found out, somewhat like semen. "You need to get a little fat on that
pathetically skinny ass of yours," Mistress Angela said. When she had fed him
she replaced his gag and stood in front of him. "Now that your new life has
started, it's time for a new name as well." She smiled a little and said: "I
think that "Alice" is good name for such a little slut. From now on you will no
longer respond to your old name, understood?" Pete understood perfectly, but he
hated this more that anything else she had done to him so far, and tears rolled
down his cheeks as he nodded his understanding. Mistress Angela smiled broadly
and patted his head as she said: "It is for your own good, Alice. You must
understand that a useless slut like you need discipline, need punishment and
abuse. You are never useful, you are just a sissy-slave." This only made
Pete/Alice cry harder. Mistress Angela obviously liked seeing Pete/Alice cry and
with wicked grin she pushed Pete/Alice while tripping him up at the same time,
sending the sissy sprawling on the floor. The landing was especially painful on
the sissy's arms, but Pete/Alice didn't have much time to think about it as
Mistress Angela sat across his chest while removing his gag. "Time to earn your
keep, you useless slave-slut. Eat!" Mistress Angela commanded as she pressed her
blonde bush into Pete/Alice's face. There were no other options, so the sissy
began to eat his mistress' pussy. Pete/Alice wasn't very good at it, and the
first few minutes Mistress Angela shouted abuse at the slave lying prone beneath
her, while slapping his genitals and thighs with the leather strap. Gradually he
absorbed the instructions and his performance improved to the point where
Mistress Angela began to moan. Squeezing her thighs painfully against the sides
of Pete/Alice's head she came, shouting at the sissy what a useless creep he
was. When she had come down she reapplied the gag with a smile, grabbed the
leash and stood up: "Come on slave. Can't loaf around all day, can we?" She
jerked his leash and began to walk. Pete/Alice had no way of getting up and
ended up having to crawl and squirm his way across the cold, stone floor. After
a very uncomfortable and very physically demanding crawl they came to a very
small cage in the far corner of the dungeon. Using the strap as encouragement
Mistress Angela made Pete/Alice crawl into cage, which was so small that he
would only fit inside if his legs were curled up beneath him. Once inside he
couldn't even sit up, and the only position he could assume was folded at the
hip, his legs beneath him and his head resting on the ground in front of his
knees. It was most uncomfortable, but Mistress Angela didn't seem to hear his
muffled whining as she left him, her stilettos tapping away across the stone
floor.

Pete/Alice was miserable, in pain, humiliated and robbed of all control over his
own life, his only hope was that someone would come to rescue him. But the more
he thought about it, the more hopeless it seemed. He had no family, no friends
and Mistress Angela (he had already stopped thinking about her as just "Angela")
had replaced all the help around the house with people she had hired.
Considering how long she must have planned it, she would have thought about this
too. Pete/Alice had no illusions as to the allegiance of the new servants. He
thought about what she had said about him signing away his fortune to her and
disappearing from public view. Apart from the fact that the disappearance part
smacked of him being done away with all together, Pete/Alice realized that
Mistress Angela would probably need legal assistance and his signature to
accomplish this. On the face of it, this would seem to provide him with some
hope of escape, but even here he had no illusions. Considering the ferocity and
the skill she put forth in punishing him, he had no doubt that she could force
him to sign anything. As for legal assistance, she had all his money with which
to buy this, so that should be no problem. The future looked bleak for
Pete/Alice and he began to fully realize that he might be well on his way to
becoming a docile, little shemale slave, whether he liked it or not. The thought
made him want to cry.