He was even allowed to eat at the same time she did. This was as much to accommodate the airline staff as anything; by this time Abby was not only tired of dealing with her slave, she was disgusted with him. Fortunately, it would be ending soon.
Abby and her slave rode by limousine from the Cancun airport down the coast past Playa del Carmen to their exclusive resort. There were some startled looks when they checked in, but fortunately the people were so consumed by their vacations the glances were brief and nothing was said. A bellman drove them to their bungalow in a golf cart. Jason sat in front and was startled when the bellman put his hand on his/her thigh. He was amazed by the bungalow when they entered; it was a miniature house with a sitting room, bedroom, patio, mini-kitchen, and large bathroom complete with Jacuzzi tub. Waiting for Mistress Abby was a large parcel, a box shipped by FedEx. "Slave, unpack the suitcase and put the clothes in the dresser and closet. I’ll open the parcel even though it’s for you. It took slave Jason less than ten minutes to put the clothes into neat piles in the drawers and on hangers in the closet. He raised his hand, wishing to speak. Abby granted his request, already knowing what he was about to say, "Mistress, why are there no clothes for me?"
"You won’t need any, slave. Come here and I’ll explain." Jason went to Abby’s side, kneeling from habit. "I want you to see these restraints; see how soft they are." Jason felt the fur-lined leather wrist and ankle cuffs. "These are lined with mink," Abby continued. "I need to put these on you and lock them in place. Then I’ll explain everything." Once the cuffs were on Abby locked them together, using the special locks that sealed the two chains together with two-part epoxy that would harden in less than a minute. A cross chain hanging from the wrist cuffs sealed to the ankles. In only minutes Jason was locked in position. Abby added a ball gag from the parcel and a posture collar. A long leather belt was used to secure Jason to a pillar a few feet from the bed.
"OK, slave I’ve waited for this moment for months. I can hardly believe the time has come. I loved the Jason I married and I would have gladly spent the rest of my life with that man. But, you’re not that man any more, are you? I hate what you’ve become and I hate being your Mistress. I need a real man not this, whatever it is that you’ve become. When’s the last time we made love? When’s the last time you wanted me? Do you even know? Do you even care?
"I found someone who is willing to fuck me. Believe it or not I’ve even taken it in the ass and swallowed his cum. He’ll be here any minute to fuck me. You have a ringside seat so you’ll see what you’ve been missing. That’s why I’ve put you there and restricted your head—so you have to watch.
"Now, as I said, I hate being your Mistress, but you are a slave—you’re property and property is bought and sold. That’s what I’ve done with you. I’ve sold you to a group that’s planning on making a lot of money with you. Oddly, you’ll make it having sex, something you haven’t had much interest in lately. The difference is that you’ll be on the receiving end. You have two nice holes that can be used." Holding up a handful of capsules she asked Jason, "Recognize these? No, of course not; I never showed them to you even though you’ve ingested hundreds—no, thousands. I put them in your food and drinks. They’re estrogen. That’s right you’ve been taking tons of female sex hormones. Notice how soft and smooth your skin has become? Notice how nice and round your hips are and your butt? You’re even growing tits. I’ve been training you to be a woman. The high heels…the maid’s costume…all part of the plan to turn you into a she-male. After we fuck some men will come and pick you up. Don’t try to get out, there’s no way. The chains are epoxied together; they’ll have to be cut with a special shears—they’re titanium. These people have a big investment in you. They paid me a hundred thousand dollars, plus all the money for the capsules, shoes, and outfits.
"Tomorrow I understand you’ll have surgery to give you a real set of boobs—D-cups, I believe. Isn’t that every man’s dream—having a big set of tits to play with? And I’m told they’re going to fill in your lips somewhat. After that there will be training. I’m going to warn you—these people are pros. They know how to hurt you if you rebel or disobey. All this is being done right here in Mexico, just down the coast about a hundred miles or so. That’s why we’re here. Mario’s cousin has a big processing plant here. Did you know Mario has ties to the mob—the Mafia? His cousin is some bigwig. Maybe he’ll tell you. He should be here shortly. We’ll make love just as we have every week over the past six months then we’ll go to dinner. When we return you’ll be gone, but don’t worry—Mario has told me I can see you in your final modified form. Maybe I’ll even play with your big boobs. Ah…here’s Mario now."
Abby answered the knock at the door and Mario walked in grinning as he kissed Abby on the cheek. "Have your discussion yet?" Abby nodded, even as tears flowed down Jason’s cheek. "Oh, don’t cry Jason, you’re getting what you want. You’ll be a slave—a slave in one of my cousin’s brothels. I’ve been to a couple. The ‘girls’ there are treated well and they get plenty of sex. Believe it or not, there are even some guys who want to be fucked by a tranny so you’ll even have opportunities to fuck and cum. You’ll get clothes, lingerie, hair styling, food and a nice room—all on the house. My cousin will even contribute a portion of your earnings to a retirement fund. Unfortunately, there’s not a long career ahead of you. You’re already in your thirties."
Abby undressed while Mario was giving his speech and she knelt in front of him now unbuckling his belt and taking his slacks down. He stepped out of his pants and allowed Abby to remove his boxers. Taking his big erection in her hand she turned to Jason, "See, Jason—this is a man’s cock. It’s big and it’s hard. It goes into a pussy. That’s what I have in case you’ve forgotten. Watch…maybe you’ll learn something you can use in your next life." She smiled up at Mario as she swallowed his giant tool. His entire eight inches disappeared into her mouth. She had never done this to Jason because she never realized she could and he never pushed the issue. Jason watched in awe as Abby’s head bobbed up and down the hard cock. After several minutes she stopped and led Mario to the bed. Mario positioned her on her hands and knees as he moved behind her. He pushed her head down, lubed her ass and drove home, imbedding his cock deep into her ass. Holding her hips he drove into her with abandon. Abby for her part returned his thrusts with her own. They were actively sweating and panting when Mario suddenly pulled out and came on Abby’s back. He fell onto the bed, pulling Abby onto his mouth. He ate her pussy, paying special attention to her G-spot and clit. Abby shook like a leaf in a hurricane as she came hard, falling next to Mario as she recovered. "That, Jason is how I like to be fucked," then turning to Mario she asked if he would like to join her in the shower.
"No, babe, we have to get moving. We don’t want to be here when they come for him. The less we know the better when we report him missing." Abby nodded her agreement, washed her back, dressed and left, Mario right behind her. Jason remained kneeling only a minute before the door opened again and two burly Mexicans entered, picked him up and placed him carefully in the back of a sealed van. Jason was placed on a thick cushion, secured in place so he wouldn’t get hurt, and blindfolded. They were gone in minutes. Nobody had seen them; Jason was gone.
Three weeks later Abby was taken to the plant. This was her last opportunity to see Jason. She barely recognized him. His hair was styled, his makeup impeccable, his breasts massive. Abby walked into the room, noticing that he was chained to the bed. "Well, Jason, they tell me you are doing well. I’m glad. I hope you have a decent life and make your owners lots of money. Good bye. Oh—really nice tits, by the way. I’m jealous." She turned and left, walking directly to the limousine where she was blindfolded and driven away.
CHAPTER 5
Once she returned home she filed for divorce, citing the report from the Mexican Federales regarding Jason’s disappearance, however she never followed through—what was the point? She had no intention of ever marrying again. She had told the Mexican authorities that she and Jason had quarreled and that she had left, not wanting it to go any further. When she returned to the room Jason and all his clothes were gone, along with their suitcase. The assumption was that he had deserted his wife, taking some of the many millions with him. Indeed, a withdrawal of twenty million from an offshore bank was reported and it was guessed that Jason had taken it when he ran. In fact, Abby had made the withdrawal as payment to Mario for services rendered. Abby donated her house, claiming that she could no longer live where she and her husband had been so happy. She moved to South America and was last reported to be somewhere near Rio de Janeiro. She lived there alone for the next ten years.
It was late afternoon on a sunny day in May that Abby paced back and forth in the long circular driveway that led to the large stone house. She completely ignored the spectacular view of the beach at Ipanema and the ocean beyond. Abby was concerned; her property manager, Carlo, shared her concern, but he did not pace. He was mostly concerned for his lady’s health and well-being and he did not wish to worry her more than was necessary.
Abby was expecting a package—an important package--and it was only when she saw the open bodied truck driving up the hill and through the gate that she began to relax. The truck pulled into the drive and stopped in front of Abby and Carlo. Two young and muscular American men greeted her and moved to open the crate. "Don’t worry, Ma’am I’m sure your parcel will be fine. We do this all the time although mostly it’s inbound." His partner had just removed the crate’s side to reveal a beautiful shapely woman secured in a foam seat by a number of padded leather straps. It was only close examination that revealed the stainless cock cage locked over his/her manhood. While one American removed the straps the other removed the oxygen mask, catheter, and IV. Skillfully, he withdrew the hollow needle from the sleeping subject’s hand, bandaging it as he did. "As I said, he’ll be fine as soon as I give him the antidote. I have it right here in my pocket. We do this all the time—almost every day—and I trained as a medic in the Army." He swabbed the subject’s elbow, inserted the hypodermic, and injected the antidote. The men lowered their subject to the driveway where Abby took his head into her lap. "Please sign here, Ma’am to indicate that we’ve delivered the goods." When Abby tried to tip them they refused, saying, "Thank you, Ma’am but we can’t—orders. Too bad about this one--he was one hell of an earner. Too bad he got started so late. I’ve had him myself—top notch in all his holes. Hope you enjoy him." Abby just nodded and they left, removing all traces that they’d ever been there.
"Jason," Abby called to him, "you’re OK now. You’re safe with me again."
"No," he shouted, turning and twisting, "soy Consuela…soy Consuela. Please don’t hurt me any more. Soy Consuela."
"No, Jason, you’re not in the brothel any more. You’re here with me—here with Abby." Slowly Jason came to his senses as the antidote took effect. He looked up, "Abby? Is that you?"
"Yes, darling, you’re here with me and you’re safe. Here have a drink. They told me you would be thirsty. No, it’s just water. Want me to drink it first?" Jason opened his mouth to accept the bottle and sipped as Abby tilted the bottle for him. Abby removed the stainless wrench from the chain on Jason’s neck and opened the cock cage, telling Carlo, "Carlo, throw this out. I never want to see it again. Darling, this is Carlo; he manages the house and property for me. Carlo, this is my husband Jason. I’ve told you about him several times, now you can see just how stupid I can be. Can you stand, Jason? Good, let me help you walk. We’ll go into the house now."
"Where are we, Abby?"
"We’re in Brazil, on a hill above Rio de Janeiro. You’ll be able to see the beach at Ipanema from the house —remember that song from the Sixties? One wall is all glass. There’re no neighbors; it’s hundreds of feet straight down the hill. C’mon, let’s go slow. Thank you for your help, Carlo." Carlo had the other arm of the naked transsexual, marveling at the magnificent breasts just at his eye level.
They sat Jason/Consuela on the long couch. He could feel the soft dark red leather on his butt and back as Abby sat next to him. For the first time she saw the number of scars on his torso, presumably from whippings endured over his years as a slave. Jason told Abby that he was confused. The last thing he had remembered was being taken from his room in the brothel. He had assumed that it was a client, although clients were few and far between these days now that he was in his mid-forties. Instead Abby told him he had been sedated then he had been encased and shipped by express courier marked, "RUSH—PERISHABLE." A special jet had been provided to take the valuable cargo to its destination.
"The last time I explained things to you was more than ten years ago. This time will be much more pleasant for both of us. I kept track of you through Mario. Of course being a lawyer he charged me every time. A few weeks ago I learned that your customers were no longer lining up for appointments with you. I asked if I could buy you back. You cost me five million dollars."
"So I’m still a slave. I guess I should be on the floor."
"No, my darling—if I wanted a slave I could have kept you. You’re completely free. You may leave any time you wish. If you do I’ll gladly provide you with enough money to take care of you for life. After all, it was originally your money although I’ve done very well investing it. I now have almost double what I had ten years ago. As I said you can leave, but I do hope you’ll stay—I really do. I’ve realized over the past ten years just how much I loved you, but if you can’t forgive me for what happened I will understand."
"No, Abby, I don’t blame you. What happened was my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking. I could have retired and lived in luxury with you, but…I ruined it with my stupidity. Believe me, I’ve learned the hard way what it means to be a slave—it’s no fun. I’ve been beaten and whipped for no reason—so hard I could barely stand. It didn’t make a bit of sense to me—I couldn’t work or service clients in the condition I was in, but that didn’t stop them from doing it over and over. Sometimes fantasies should be just that—fantasies."
"I’m sorry. Don’t worry; you’re safe now. Other than the beatings how has your life been?
"They kept me busy—very busy—entertaining both men and women. I had a hard time initially learning to suck a man’s cock, but in time I learned to love it. It’s my second most favorite thing after being fucked in my ass. You should think about buying a strap-on."
"Ha ha, they told me you loved that—I already have one with a big black dildo. We can try it later if you like. Jason, what do you want to do with your body? I must say the doctor did a magnificent job with your breasts and I love the pierced nipples—they’re very sexy. You have a fantastic body. I’ve spoken to several plastic surgeons. They say the surgery can be reversed easily."
"I don’t know," he said holding his huge silky breasts in his hands, "they’ve been a part of me for so long I can’t remember being without them. Do I have to decide now?"
"No, of course not—as a woman you can be my cousin or friend from college, or even my girlfriend. You can go topless on the beach—lots of the women here will be jealous of you, but watch out for the men—they’ll be all over you. If you decide to change back you’ll be my husband, recovered from a long coma, or whatever. Who cares? It’s nobody’s business. Either way we can still make love." Abby took his hand in hers, lifted it and kissed it as she looked into her former husband’s eyes. She moved closer and they kissed—a long passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined. Jason moved her hand to his breast and moaned when she ran her fingers over his nipples.
"On second thought," Jason said when he broke the kiss, "I’ll gladly be a slave…for love…your love." They kissed again, a kiss that erased more than ten years of agony and misery. Abby rose and led Jason to the bedroom. Once there she used the intercom to tell Carlo, "I won’t need you any longer tonight. My husband will be staying."
CHAPTER 6
Abby led Jason to the king-sized bed. He was already naked, not having been given any clothing for his trip as "commercial cargo." The wooden crate had been insulated so no clothing would be necessary and the straps were lined with the same soft mink as his original cuffs. Abby began to disrobe, but Jason stopped her. "I think it would be best if you called me Consuela for now. After all, I am mostly a woman physically and entirely a woman mentally and emotionally. Have you ever made love to a woman, Abby?"
"No, Consuela—not until now. I’m looking forward to it. I love your body. It’s so sexy—you make me so hot." Consuela pulled Abby’s blouse over her head, unsnapping her bra expertly seconds later. When she pulled Abby’s Capri’s to her ankles she sank immediately to her knees to lick Abby’s slit and gently suck her clitoris. Instinctively Abby spread her legs, creating more room for Consuela’s head at her cunt. Consuela pushed forward, forcing Abby to fall back on the bed. This enabled Consuela to spread and lift her legs. Consuela covered Abby’s cunt with her mouth as she sucked and licked her entire pussy. Consuela resolved to talk with Abby about waxing her pubic area. As much as she loved eating a hot wet pussy, she also hated getting hair between her teeth.
Consuela had licked Abby for several minutes when Abby pulled her up for another long hot kiss. Then Abby moved her onto her back and slid down from head to dick, kissing her way down her husband’s body. Abby suckled Consuela’s nipples, a first for her, although almost everything would be a first—Abby had never been with a woman. Now a person could easily argue that she wasn’t actually making love with a woman now—she was actually married to this person. But in almost every respect, except her cock and balls, Consuela was a woman. She had tits, round womanly hips, and soft full lips. She looked like and felt like a woman. So far as Abby was concerned, she was!
Abby stopped at Consuela’s rock hard cock. She kissed the tip and licked the pre-cum that had accumulated there. Abby licked all around the helmet and inhaled the entire organ just as she had done with Mario that fateful afternoon when Jason had been taken. As she bobbed up and down his rod she remembered sucking his cock when they were first married. She remembered her refusal to swallow or spit—what was she thinking? Nothing would please her more now than filling her mouth with his delicious cream, but before she could finish him, Consuela pulled her up, kissed her again, and pulled her onto his magical tool. Abby rocked as she savored the cock she had missed over the past ten years while it was servicing hundreds—thousands—of men and women. She rammed her clit into Consuela’s pubis, marveling at how she moved in conjunction with her—every action designed to bring Abby to higher and higher levels of rapture. Suddenly, Abby felt her body shimmy and shake. Her orgasm took control of her body as she convulsed in uncontrolled spasms. All this time Consuela continued to fuck her.
Consuela fucked and fucked showing no sign of cumming as Abby reached her second and third orgasms. "Are you OK, Consuela? Why haven’t you cum?" she asked, concerned about her partner.
"I’ve been trained…maybe conditioned would be a better term…not to cum without permission. That way I could perform all day and all night--all week-- if necessary without pause."
"Oh," Abby replied, "that’s horrible. Do I have to do or say something?"
"Yes, but you don’t have to. I’ve fucked many, many times without cumming. I’m used to it."
"But, darling, I WANT you to cum. It’s selfish and cruel to make love and ignore your partner’s needs. What do I have to do?"
"First you have to tell me, ‘you have permission to cum,’ that will get me ready, but I won’t cum until you say, ‘cum now!’"
"Very well Consuela, ‘you have my permission to cum.’" Consuela inhaled deeply as she moaned repeatedly. After a minute or so Abby told her, ‘Consuela, cum now!’" Consuela’s hips drove more than a foot off the bed as she had a tremendous orgasm. No less than ten times did Consuela shoot buckets of cum into Abby’s womb. Viscous white liquid flowed from Abby's cunt like a river as she and her lover caught their breath. Abby looked down at Consuela. Her eyes were closed, her face was a mask of contentment; Abby kissed her lover, her husband, her girlfriend, her…? It was confusing, but it felt so good—so very fucking good.
Eventually they recovered; Abby was hungry—she hadn’t eaten all day and she was sure Consuela hadn’t eaten in almost two days. "Let’s get up. I’m hungry and I’ll bet you’re starving. This is your dresser. There are clothes in there for you—they should fit. If they don’t we’ll just buy more. That’s your closet; there’s a robe on the back of the door. I’ll get cook to fix us something. Any idea what you want?
"Yeah—right now I feel like a guy—steak." Abby laughed as she said, "Coming right up." She kissed Consuela again and moved purposefully to the kitchen. Consuela used the time to look around the bedroom. She was amazed by all the pictures of Abby and Jason. She opened her closet—it was a large walk-in that was loaded with clothes—all in excellent taste and all extremely sexy. Checking the sizes it looked as though most would fit. Consuela wandered through the other rooms. There were four large bedrooms in addition to the master and three additional baths. She turned when she heard her name. Tightening the silk robe she found her way to the kitchen, noticing a short, plump woman running back and forth creating the meal. There were three filets on a gas grill right in the kitchen. A stainless exhaust fan hummed as it removed the smoke from the room.
Through a doorway she heard Abby. Finding her, Abby gave her a glass of red wine as she pushed a button on a remote. The drapes moved back revealing the most beautiful view Consuela had ever seen. "C’mon, let’s go out on the patio. It’s a beautiful evening, all the more so because you’re here with me." She held Consuela’s hand as they walked through the door and sat together on a loveseat. If cook thought there was anything strange about this arrangement she kept her thoughts to herself. By now Carlo had shared the news about Miss Abby’s husband.
They ate a delightful meal, the best Consuela had eaten in more than ten years. Abby thanked the cook and led Consuela back to bed. Again they made love, Abby encouraging Consuela to cum after she had only a single orgasm. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
They made love two or three times a day, making up for time lost over the last ten years. Abby didn’t ask what Consuela wanted to do about her body—she didn’t care. She was having so much fun making love to her first "woman" that she never wanted to stop. Most mornings Consuela woke with Abby’s mouth latched onto her teat.
Consuela had been back a week when Abby walked into the bedroom sporting a black leather strap-on with a huge black dildo. "C’mon girl, let’s give that ass a stretching." Consuela couldn’t get into position fast enough. She backed against the edge of the bed, placing her ass just above the level of the dildo. Abby drizzled lube onto the dildo then moved the bottle just over Consuela’s ass. Her fingers worked the lube in, stretching her anus—preparing it for the large intruder. However, Abby needn’t have worried. Consuela had experienced anal sex more than four thousand times in the brothel. Her ass would stretch all by itself. Abby leaned forward, the latex cock pressing against her anus. With a hesitant push the anus opened and Consuela pushed back, impaling her ass on the dick.
Abby placed her hands on Consuela’s back, rubbing it to soothe her. "I’m OK, Abby," she said, "in fact, better than OK. I told you how much I love this. Hold off telling me to cum until you’ve had at least one orgasm."
"Thank you, my darling, but this is for you. I’ve had such great sex since you’ve returned I can afford to be generous." She pounded Consuela’s ass for almost ten minutes when she told her lover, "You have my permission to cum." Two minutes later she added, "Cum now!" Consuela shuddered as she rose up, her back vertical. Abby held her tightly, caressing her breasts as she ejaculated all over the sheets. Abby couldn’t believe how much semen shot out of her lover’s cock. She understood now why she always leaked after a good fucking.
Ten-plus years as a slave had an obvious impact on Consuela. Abby became the dominant partner even thought she tried to treat Consuela as an equal. Consuela was so submissive she even had trouble giving orders to the servants. She had been a member of the household about two weeks when Abby called a meeting of the staff, telling them about Consuela and how she had been trapped as a sex slave in a brothel in Mexico. She told them also that they should extend every conceivable courtesy to Consuela, even more than they would give her. Anyone who couldn’t do that would be dismissed immediately.
Although most of the clothes Abby had purchased for Consuela fit her, the two lovers decided to go shopping—Consuela had the right to pick her own clothing and style. It was in an exclusive shop that Abby met one of her closest friends. Conversing in fluent Portuguese she introduced Consuela as her "girlfriend."
"I didn’t know the wind blew that way with you, Abby," her friend Emma replied, "If I did I would have given you a shot long ago."
"Well, Emma, I do and I don’t. Consuela is…."
"What Abby means," Consuela added in fluent Spanish even though the other two were speaking Portuguese, "is that I was once her husband. I was abducted in Mexico and forced to become a she-male sex slave. That’s why I have these even though technically I’m still a male. For now I’m still a female in appearance." Emma was speechless so Abby and Consuela took their leave, returning to their shopping.
Consuela had been home for just over two months when she and Abby said almost simultaneously, "I need to talk to you." After a good laugh Abby told her to go first. "I’ve made two big decisions, Abby. First, I want to stay here with you forever, and second, I’m going to stay as a woman. I think a lot of the problems I had years ago came from my gender confusion. I couldn’t really face those problems so I looked for another outlet—slavery. Is that OK with you?"
"Oh, darling, I love you so much. It doesn’t matter one bit what sex you want to be, although I must admit I love playing with your beautiful tits. I know now why men love them so much. OK, now my news—I’m glad you went first. You’re going to be a mother. I’m pregnant. I couldn’t be happier." The look on Consuela’s face told her the feeling was one hundred percent mutual.
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