NOT THAT BAD/Part Three

by Marlissa

The aforementioned Kimmie hung limply. She watched in
sadness as Joe Bob walked out with the boy-girl Mandy, who
followed him in confusion. It didn't matter. It wouldn't be so
bad, belonging to the sheik. SHE was till shivering but SHE
was composed. The Sheik was HER master and owner now.
SHE had to be a good girl for him, had to be pretty, had to
make Master forget SHE had been such a little bitch, had to
please him, had to--

The Sheik roughly collared Kimmie and leashed his new slave
girl. "Heel Golden one!" he commanded and Kimmie lowered
herself to her knees by his side, like a trained animal. As he
stroked her long blonde hair, he spoke to Sampson.

"I am pleased. Such a bargain for this one! But she has small
breasts, true."

Sampson nodded. "She'll make up for it in other ways, I should
think. You should find her ready to please you and follow your
every command."

The sheik smiled and laughed. "But she is not for me,
Sampson! I would never waste the Royal seed on one such as
this! Such a small-titted wench for the Sheik of Abadan? I
should be insulted except I know you so well. Allah, no! I
have my own harem of pretty girls-- real girls, with big breasts
and soft, wet coves for the Royal member. I have not bought
her as a serving wench for MY pleasure!"

Sampson shook his head in confusion. "My mistake my Lord!
I was to understand you had five others such as Kimberlee in
your private stable?"

The sheik nodded. "And I do! Kimberlee will have five other
pretty slave sisters she shall become quite intimate with. As I
said, I do enjoy watching them play. No, they DO serve in the
stable. And I shall train Kimberlee. She shall serve in a harem
for one I love dearly. Kimberlee shall toil in the harem of my
Royal Mount, the stallion Cinnabar!"

Kimberlee looked up at her new master, her mouth forming an
"O" of unadulterated horror. The Sheik pushed her golden face
down to the ground again.

"She will bring Cinnabar much pleasure after she learns to
accommodate the size of his equine member! He stands seven
hands tall and has ferocious needs that will be serviced. He has
grown so bored with his other wenches and I thought to surprise
him with a blonde like Kimberlee. He will be so surprised and
pleased, I think. She shall make a delightful mare for him to rut
with her firm behind, will she not Sampson?"

But Sampson had turned green. He nodded politely, looked
with a trace of guilt at Kimmie and moved to speak to the other
departing customers. After they had all left, he drew Hercules
aside. "Take over the Com, my friend. I'm retiring for the
afternoon."

*************

His trusted second in command smiled. "To enjoy the fair
Jillie, I assume. Then we shall conduct Example Night without
you?" His scare seemed to glow at the prospect of laying
paddle to teen flesh.

He liked to manage Example Night himself, but Hercules had
done such a commendable job recently. He nodded. "Enjoy
yourself, my friend-- just don't mark the merchandise. You
have a wicked cruel streak!" Hercules laughed at the
compliment appreciatively.

Sampson stopped at his office for the brightly packaged present,
then walked to his private suite on the far side of the Complex.
It faced out over the very top of the high gorge overlooking the
Red Sticks river, which flowed some thousand feet below.
There wasn't any need for the security system of cameras and
electric barb wire on this side of the Complex, since there was
no way for his chattel to escape. Besides it would have ruined
the fantastic view he enjoyed so. He placed his thumb print
over the sensor and his door slide up, descending as he entered.

Jillie sat on the bed, a model of teenage femininity. He
marveled at how mature she had become. She was far from the
whining, awkward and sullen boy of thirteen. Now she was a
sparkling prize, a lissome ornament, face fill with bliss at his
entrance. She stood expectantly. "Hello my Master!"

Sampson smiled. The idea that he owned this bauble filled him
with rich satisfaction. As always, when he summoned her, she
was properly prepared and clothed. Her face was properly
made up-- not whorishly overdone, but lightly made up with
just a thin dab of rouge to highlight, a wholesome and girlish
pink lipstick and the slightest whiff of the cheap "California
Gal" perfume she liked. Her long black hair, now falling
halfway down her back, was braided and ribboned with a
flowery band. The cropped yellow tank top was ribbed and
drew out Jill's small, perky breasts. She had long ago graduated
from training bras to her current 32As. He liked the shape and
feel of her small pointy breasts and so had forgone implants for
now. The stone-washed denim miniskirt gave her once boyish
hips a smooth swell of 34". Jill had been trained to work hard
on her waist and even that was down to 29". On her feet she
wore her pink pumps. Underneath it all, Sampson could only
guess. He would find out soon enough. Sampson lowered
himself into his wingback chair.

"Jill, is everything ready for our afternoon?"

Jill kept her eyes down. "I think so, my Master. The K-Y jelly
is by your bed. My vibrator is on the nightstand should you
want me to play with it for you. And I hope I am wearing some
panties and a bra I hope you will find pleasing."

"And the crop, Jill?"

Jill bite her lower lip. "Yes, my Master," the feminized boy
admitted. "The crop is by the bed too."

Sampson liked the smell of fear that suddenly filled the room.
"And why is it important that the crop be ready, Jill?"

The boy-girl shifted from pink pump to pink pump nervously.
"You need the crop to punish me if I don't please you well
enough, my Master."

"Good. Now Jill, sit here on my lap and tell me what you did
today."

The teen scampered up into Sampson's lap, immediately feeling
his hands on her hips. Shakily she began to speak.

"Well, nothing very interesting to you, my Master. I got up this
morning and after breakfast-- just a slice of melon--I slipped
into my pink exercise leotard and did the exercise tape you
wanted me to do-- the Cindy Crawford one?-- and I did that
with some of the other girls till before lunch. Then I took a
quick shower and had lunch-- just a salad!-- and read my new
issue of Seventeen till you sent for me!"

"Oh, very nice," declared Sampson. "And you feel so trim now
Jill!" He slipped his hands over her breasts and squeezed.

As she was expected to do, Jill closed her eyes and sighed.
"Ummm! I love you to feel me like that my Master!"

"Of course you do, little girl." Sampson cupped the breasts in
his hands, weighing them like a pair of tangerines. "Tell me,
who do these belong to?"

Jill scrunched her breasts forward. "You, my Master. They
belong to you."

"Take off your top, Jill."

The slavegirl who was still technically a boy obeyed, pulling off
the snug top even as she remained anchored in Sampson's lap.
Underneath she wore a yellow soft-cup brassiere.

"No underwire bra Jill?" Sampson growled. His hands were
back on her titties now.

Jill twisted her pretty pale face to one side in embarrassment.
"No, my Master."

"And why not, LITTLE girl?"

"Because my Master says I don't need them, because my breasts
are so small," Jill whimpered softly in shame.

Sampson tugged on the nipples through the pale yellow cotton.
"Take off your skirt, pretty baby."

Jill slipped her hands in back, unzipped the skirt and flipped it
off, along with her shoes. Under the seat of the matching pair
of pale yellow bikini panties, Jill could feel her master's
manhood rising. She squirmed. He liked it when she squirmed
in his lap this way. Jill would do anything to avoid the snap of
the crop.

Sampson snapped his fingers. "You're getting to be such a good
little girlie for me. I thought I'd reward you, Jill. Go get your
present on the table and go to the bed to open it."

Jill fetched the red wrapped gift box and sat on the bed.

"Go on-- open it, Jill."

As she did, Master rose to get his camera. "Like it?"

Jill's face was flushed. She held it up. It was a black lace push-
up underwired bra and a lewd little matching black lace g-
string! She smiled, pouty lips curved up in ecstasy! Her master
had given her pretty things to wear-- just for him! A tear of joy
flowed down her downy cheek. "Oh yes! yes, my Master!
More than anything!"

He leered at his teenaged mistress. "Go on-- put them on. I
want to see you model them for me."

Jill turned to obey. Never--never had she been given anything
so wonderful! She had learned at first to like her cotton undies,
then resent them. She was sixteen now-- old enough to wear
things like this. And she felt so feminine in them! The naughty
bra lifted her little boobs up so much! And the g-string, it made
Jill feel soooo naughty! For the first time, Jill felt like a young
woman, not a girl! And she would show her master she could
be soooo good to him!

For the longest time, it had hurt to be thought of as a girl. Jill
had been a boy, no matter what her master had said. He had
been a boy who played baseball, a boy who had even started to
like girls, who had parents and a family. Now Jill knew that
was all long gone. And she had accepted her growing
femininity. She had been scared of her master's needs at first,
been frightened of the way she had to offer up her body to the
Master. But he had been so good to her, keeping her as his
special little girl. After a year, Jill came to suspect her master
really loved his baby. She began to not be so afraid of the
things Master did to her, came to be lonely if Master didn't
summon her. On her fifteen birthday, Master had called her his
"mistress" and she had been so proud!

And now, Master had given her these sexy things to wear for
him. She was a REAL girl now and he must love her! She was
swooning now, she couldn't wait to turn around. Jill wiped the
silly tear of joy from her face, stuck her perky bra'd breasts out
for Master and turned. She would tempt him, she would love
him so hard, and please him with her mouth, her breasts, her
whole body! He would be so excited to see his little Jillie
wearing this! She turned and her heart broke.

Sampson had set up a camera on a tripod and was aiming it at
her. He was going to take dirty pictures of her! Jill's eyes grew
heavy with tears. Even as the flash burst, she felt so dirty, so
betrayed.

"Hey Jill, I'm going to take some pictures of you to show my
friends my hot little centerfold! Come on, sexy girl, stick those
tits out! Show me how much you want to give them to me!
And wipe those tears away or I'll REALLY give you something
to cry about!"

Jill quickly wiped the tears away though betrayed frown
remained. She rose on shaky knees and looked at the camera.

"Go on, cup them and smile. A hot dirty girl smile, Jill! Or I'll
crop that tight ass of yours!" Sampson barked.

Jill raised her palms to cup her small black laced boobs, then
held them up for the camera. As her Master reached for the
crop, she grinned a plastic smile, showing lots of teeth. She felt
like a piece of trash as the camera clicked.

Sampson smiled. He'd use these pictures in his brochure. After
photographing her, he'd screw the hell out of her. And if she'd
cried then, he could care less. He had been far too patient with
Jillie.

"Good. Now on your back and spread your legs nice and wide.
Like you want me to climb on top and put it to you! Good girl!
Now on your fours, butt towards me. Good girl! Now look
behind you. Play with your g-string, hands between your legs.
Good! Now spread your knees apart and stick your ass up, like
you do before I stick my cock in. Good. Now on your back
again and spread your legs--"

********************

It was Mandy's first day and Mr. Joe Bob had told her the rules.
"You call me Boss at all times, got it darlin'?"

"Yes, Boss," the teen replied promptly. She wanted to be the
best little secretary she could be for Mr. Joe Bob. He had been
fairly pleased with her performance at home and she wanted to
keep him as happy as possible. Even when he had introduced
Mandy to her new duties in his bed, she had been brave. Mandy
was girl now and had to perform like one for her owner. The
feminized boy moaned in bliss as he handled her breasts, smiled
lewdly as she tried to engage him in foreplay. He seemed
pleased that Mandy had been able to suck cock so well for a
virgin. "You know just what to do darlin' and you like it don't
you?" he had asked. She had answered by kneeling and taking
Mr. Joe Bob's thing in her mouth again. And when he wanted
to use her, she had bucked like a little wildcat in heat for him,
faking orgasm after orgasm for him as he rammed her from
behind. It had only been a couple of days, but she hoped
against hope that she had been lucky enough to land a kind
owner.

And if Mandy DIDN'T perform just the way Mr. Joe Bob
wanted, he made it clear she wasn't the only girl-boy around.
"Almost bought that blonde slut, you know that Missy? So if
you don't get it done for me, back you'll go to the Complex.
And I hear that ole Sampson don't much care for Returned
Merchandise, you understand?"

Oh yes, she understood all right! That was why she was
swinging her hips nice and wide for all the employees of the
corporate offices of Elite Oil to see. She heard the other
secretaries whisper behind her.

"Joe Bob's got himself a little piece there, ain't he?"

"Little bitch! Got her claws in a sugar daddy all right! Lord,
she can't more'n sixteen!"

"Looks like Sugar Daddy got himself some sugar britches!"

Mandy knocked on the door lightly and brought the coffee in,
shutting the door behind her softly.

"Boss?"

He lookedup and smiled. "Good. Just in time for some
dictation Mandy. You ever take dictation?"

She shook her head.

"You know how I give you your protein drink at home?" he
sneered.

She kept the bimbo smile on her face. Protein drink meant his
cum. He wanted Mandy to give him a blow job here at the
office! She nodded.

"Don't take off your silk blouse. It'll force you do an extra good
job or you'll get your pretty blouse all gummed up. Now
kneel."

Mandy minced behind the desk and knelt on her stocking knees.
She kicked her high heels off.

Boss Joe Bob said "You should buy some knee pads for
yourself, Mandy girl. YOU'RE GOING TO BE DOING A
LOT OF THIS."

She fumbled with her buttons to reveal her push-up red lace bra
to him. Not that he didn't know what she was wearing. He had
told her precisly what to wear to work-- red lace panties and
this slutty push-up bra. She bent her head and took the erect
cock in her wet mouth. Why did she get a little hardon of her
own when she did this? But there was no time to think when the
Boss needed her. Oh, he was playing with her tits-- she pushed
her breasts up to his lap. She gulped the cock down as hungrily
as she could pretend to. He slammed it in and out and then it
popped out.

Mandy looked at the cock and saw the thin strand of cum that
began on the tip of the cock and led to her lips. Looking up at
Mr. Joe Bob, she extended her tongue and carefully drew in the
strand of the priceless goo, drawing it in and rolling it around in
her mouth till it had disapperaed down her throat. Mandy
suddenly hated a little prostitue she had been made into, hated
this man who was degrading her so, hating the men who had
turned her from a perfectly normal teenage boy into a
cocksucking bimbo. The Boss Joe Bob patted her on her brown
curly haired head.

"Good lil slut, girlie. Good lil slut!"

Mandy smiled angelically and licked cum drops off her lips. It
could be worse, she thought furiously as she was lifted and bent
over the desk. It could be worse she thought as her red lace
panties were ripped off her butt. It could be worse she thought
as her cruel master sodomized her over his mahoghany desk. It
could always be worse!

And it could.

Meanwhile on a plane thirty thousand feet in the air, a girl
named Kimberlee, once a boy named Tim, sat in a steel cage,
thinking ferverously. Her Calvin Klein underwear had been
taken off and she had been "fitted" with a metal formfitting bra
that snapped over her chest tightly. "Cinnabar will have no use
of your little buds Golden One. He has a busty whore from
Israel that he suckles from," the Sheik kindly explained. Instead
of cloth panties, Kimberlee now wore a thong made of bronze
links. "To protect your little thimble from Cinnabar's hooves,"
the Sheik elaborated. As he stroked her long hair, he whispered
in her ear, "Cinnabar likes his mares with long manes! You
shall please him mightily, Golden One! And he shall soon show
you his love by mounting his lovely new companion. Perhaps if
you should please him, he would favor you by making you his
preferred mate! Wouldn't you like that? It is a shame you
cannot foal for him!" the Sheik regretted, even as he fed her a
cube of sugar.

She remained silent as he spoke. She couldn't speak-- the bridle
that had been fitted in her mouth wouldn't let her do anything
more than swallow the lumps of sugar in the sheik's hand. He
stroked the blonde boy-girl's soft leg, then ran it high on the
inside of Kimberlee's thigh. The feminized slave obliged her
owner by spreading her legs to give him more access in his
explorations.

"Here," he lightly pinched the skin below Kimberlee's
imprisoned scrotum, "is where you shall be branded as a
concubine of the Royal Stable, Golden One. The pain will be
most intense, I'm afraid. But all animals of the Sheik must bear
the Royal brand. Be grateful I shall not have you gelded, but I
am told the passion of the feminized boy decreases if he is
gelded. And Cinnabar enjoys frolicking with only the lustiest of
mares."

Kimberlee winced and the Sheik grabbed the bridle. "Hold still
Golden One as your owner addresses you, for I have one last
piece of news for you-- the last you time I shall apeak to you as
anything other than an dumb animal."

Kimberlee remained still. The bit was something she could get
used to, yes, it could be worse!

The sheik continued. "I have thought of many possible names
for you, my Golden One and I think I have decided on one that
fits you well. From this day on, you shall answer to no other
name than Blonde Beauty." With his work done, the sheik rose
to return to his front cabin.

As the horse boy-girl sat in her cage, all that ran through
Kimberlee's bubble head was a manic string of hopes: "Maybe
it won't be so bad, being a mare for a stallion; it won't be so bad
to be mounted by a horse; it won't be so bad taking a horse cock
in my mouth; it won't be so bad being the concubine of a
stallion, it won't be---"


THE END