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  Jordan began to understand that frustration had concentrated this young women's thoughts on her fantasies and desires. Her desperate need to see herself as a woman and not some flat-chested androgynous creature. If she had breasts she could begin to be a woman like her mother, desired of men like her father and not fat pigs like her erstwhile lover. Jordan believed the girl, or thought he did. There was one sure way to make sure.

  "All right, I believe you." He paused ready to assess her reaction. "Take me round the world."

  For a moment Jane looked at him as he stepped into the lighted circle. As a policewoman there were few sexual practices that were not known to her but his meaning as it applied to her took time to surface in her conscious mind. If she were really serious, this man would be her Master. He would have the right to demand she do his every bidding.

  "Ok." The short sharp syllables came strangled from her throat. Her hands went to the buttons on her tunic to remove it.

  "No, keep it on for now."

  She knelt before him and released his flaccid penis from his trousers. He was determined not to allow himself to become aroused too easily but the sight of this young woman in her police uniform as he looked down at her golden hair was too much and his penis jerked in to vibrant rigidity.

  Her hot mouth enclosed his penis fully. Even though her nervous hands still trembled, in minutes she had managed to take his penis deep in to her throat. Her own inexperience and eagerness to please had leading her believe that this was the norm and so had simply done it. Slowly she withdrew his shaft from her throat and mouth and she took a long shuddering gasp of breath. Her tongue flicked at the tip of his penis and slid down to lather his full scrotum. He struggled to keep some control of his body.

  "Let’s move on." He'd had to swallow twice before he could get the words out.

  Slowly and lingeringly, almost regretfully, she ceased and again she went to remove her uniform.

  "No! Just pull up your skirt." She glanced in to his set face and then struggled to pull up the slim fitting skirt until it was in a tight roll around her hips. He pulled a straight-backed chair into the circle of light and sat awaiting her.

  Her firm young thighs above her black stockings gleamed a creamy white in the bright lights. She straddled her thighs and lowered herself on to his rigid prick. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered herself on him, wet and ready to take him, an event so rare with Fat Pig.

  At last she had taken every inch of him and reflexively her pussy muscles began to clench around the rigid member. Her breath began to shorten as a climax threatened to take her, again not a normal event with her.

  "Be still, girl." She sat, impaled, frightened to move, the orgasm so close, feeling the tightness of her rolled skirt around her hips and the line of taut suspender across the firm cheeks of her rear. Her clit was pushed hard against his pubic bone and as his penis jerked inside her, a low moan was forced from her throat. Another jerk and the moan became a breathless squeal.

  The tunic buttons parted, then her blouse and she felt cool air on stretched abraded nipples. How he halted the eruption that threatened when he saw those beautifully tensioned teats he wasn't sure but control himself he did.

  "Let’s move on." With a slow, reluctant, slithering action her vagina gave up the hard rod it engulfed. Her juices of arousal bathed its head as she left him.

  Jane wasn't sure how she should initiate the next part of their trip but turned away from him and blindly offered her lush young ass to him. He eased her gently back until his pussy juice lubricated prick nudged at the virgin rose of her bottom. With an almost audible pop his helmet pushed through her tight sphincter, a grunt of surprise and pain was released from Jane's throat.

  Jordan allowed Jane to control the descent of her ass onto his rod. To Jane the pain had a sweetness that she had never experienced before, it did hurt, it was degrading, but it was such a delicious pain. As his cock delved full home in to her, a gentle hand stroked her aroused clitoris to an unstoppable orgasm and her ass locked tight around his rigid penis, milking it of the copious cream it held.

  It seemed an age before Jane could lift herself off his member, her bottom had gripped him so tight that he had not been able to soften and slip free. His hands cupped her cheeks, half lifting her off him as her trembling legs sort to support her weight.

  "You can freshen yourself up, the bathroom’s over there to the left." He watched her go, skirt still bunched around her hips, white ass doing a slow voluptuous roll of sexual satisfaction, as on shaky legs she made for the door indicated.

  He used the second bathroom and was sat back at his desk again as she returned to the light. Once again she was the cool efficient policewoman and he had difficulty believing that this young girl woman had so deliciously taken him around the world.

  "Take off your uniform." The voice brooked no demure. Passively she undid the buttons she had just redone, removed first the tunic, then the blouse, now the skirt. "Enough, for the moment." She stood clad only in stockings and suspender belt and the heavy functional police shoes. The shoes jarred when taken with the light femininity of the stockings and suspenders. "I think you can take off the hat now."

  As the hatpin was pulled out and the hat removed, the plait uncoiled like some thick heavy silken snake to lie almost to the cleft of her backside.

  "I didn't think they would allow such long hair in the force."

  "I cheated for a long time, then after I started balling Fat Pig who was there to deny me this at least?"

  Jordan looked at her for a long moment, studying her form, admiring her teats. Abruptly he spoke.

  "OK, if you still want me to take up your Bond, I'll buy it." He looked her directly in the eye. "How quickly can you leave the police?"

  "I would normally have to give three months’ notice but a month’s leave is owed me, so two months."

  "Good. Go to this address on your next day off, he's my doctor. If everything's all right we can sign the papers the same day."

  The only thing that Jane was able to remember of her journey back to her flat was the moist slippery sensations she felt as her swollen pussy and tender arse leaked the remnants of his seed. Cooled by the air moving under her skirt she felt goose pimples form tightening and highflying her feelings of satisfaction.

  Tomorrow she would report in sick so that she could bring nearer the day she would start to feel a full woman with beautiful full tits.

  Chapter 4. A minor adjustment here and there.

  "She passed her medical with flying colours. And she was right, her reproductive mechanism is a mess. Contraceptives in any form will be entirely unnecessary."

  "Michael, for a Doctor you’re a cold unfeeling bastard." Mr Michael Bright, surgeon, raised a glass of scotch at Jordan in an ironic salute.

  "There speaks the wealthy sod who is going to turn a young women in to a helpless sexual plaything."

  "But my plaything will only have to endure me for five years and she will end up, in her terms, a wealthy woman. Her reproductive mechanism, as you put it, will affect her whole life."

  "Perhaps this would be true but I'm not convinced that what we're doing with the implant will be reversible."

  "You didn't object when you implanted the others for me."

  "They didn't get as much hormone cocktail as you want this one to receive."

  Jordan's wicked smile surfaced briefly.

  "Ok I'm a bastard. You'll still do it, though?"

  Bright smiled ruefully. "Yes but only because deep down I'm as big a bastard as you!" Both men laughed. “Seriously, Jacko, I am concerned, though, that someone might find out what we're doing."

  "Don't be daft, Michael.” He leaned forward and picked up the sterile packet in its outer sheath. "The communication device is a contractually agreed item and with it the little modification that metres a flow of hormone to the brain that increases the sexual drive of the girl. The metering device degrades biologically after it’s done its job, so who can find out? The r
isk to us is so minimal that it’s almost zero."

  Bright could see the girl was eager to start the series of operations that would commence the process of her induction. His long chat with her previously had revealed the reason for her eagerness. Never had he met a woman so hung up about the size of her tits!

  Analytically he appreciated Jane's overriding desire for womanly breasts, in his heart of hearts, though, he could not understand the unreasonable drive that such feelings could impart.

  He looked down on the girl covered by the sterile green sheet. With the green hood covering her hair she looked very young and very vulnerable but he was too experienced a surgeon and possibly, as he admitted, too big a bastard, to allow such fleeting emotions to affect his actions.

  "Now when you come to we will have planted the receiver behind your ear under the skin. It’s a very small flat unit. After it’s healed," the hormones gone and the metering device has degraded, he added mentally. "You'll have difficulty feeling it. I promise you the device is one way and no-one will be able to listen in on private conversations."

  "What about my breasts?" There it was again, this mania about tits.

  "We'll do the ground work today, but it takes time to culture the additional cells so you won’t see any difference in size this time. Also I'm going to do some piercing whilst you’re under but you knew about that, didn't you?"

  "Yes, Doctor." Her voice had taken on a relaxed quality that was the sign of the pre-op taking hold. He pointed the anaesthetic gun at her inner arm and pulled the trigger. Her eyes rolled and she was out for the count.

  The mirror threw back a reflection that was outwardly at least one that had greeted Jane every morning that she could remember. Her hair was wrapped in a white towel and she was wearing a blue towelling bath robe that she had worn since her brother gave it to her for her seventeenth birthday. Threadbare and generally worn, it was comfortable and familiar. Outwardly no change.

  It was two days since her operation, a week since she had signed the Bond with Mr Jordan and only ten days from their first meeting to her standing here in front of the mirror. Oh how she had enjoyed resigning from the force, how genuinely surprised Fat Pig had been when she had marched in to his office and informed him. In the past she must have been a better actress than she thought or it confirmed his total self-centred attitude toward her.

  There was still six weeks to go before she finished her duties but because of holiday entitlement not taken up, it was ten weeks before she had to leave the flat. Not that it mattered really, she had been quite subtle, she had intimated what she thought of him and he had actually been surprised and dropped hints about marriage. Fat Pig was left in no doubt that certain letters would be sent to the Chief Constable if he were awkward in any way. It was one thing to complain about Fat Pig and know she was going to stay in the force but a different and more enjoyable thing knowing that she was leaving.

  Jane allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders and stood naked before the long mirror. Little change was discernible on her flat near masculine chest, save for the vivid blue lines that now criss-crossed each of her non-existent breasts, forming a spider’s web pattern. If you looked closely enough, you would see two small inserts set in the skin above her breast bone where a bundle of blue fibres seemed to terminate. She raised her arms and another two inserts came in to view in the pit of her arms.

  Mr Bright, the surgeon, had explained it all to her, before the operation. The fibres were in fact small tubes of man-made fibre fitted into her breasts, through which he could later inject immature cells. These cells would be cultured from those samples taken from her breasts during this operation. As her breasts were enlarged and time passed, the blue colouring would degrade. By that time the small incisions left after the inserts were taken out would have healed, the web of fibres would be absorbed into her normal muscle, completely disappearing from sight and giving extra support to her breasts. She was unlikely ever to suffer from drooping boobs.

  Critically she examined her teats. The fresh piercing was almost invisible, as were the ones in her labia and septum. Each fresh pierced hole was plugged with a special flesh coloured nylon polymer, impregnated with a balm that promoted fast healing. The thick plugs in her nipples merged in to the rubbery flesh of her teats and the ones through her labia, even though she was now totally denuded of all body hair, could have passed for moles.

  There was a knock on her flat door, startling her from her self-admiration. Quickly she resumed her robe and made for the door.

  The woman was clad in the full black obeah and yashmak and behind her was a tall well built man in a chauffeur uniform. She stepped past into the room without a word. Surprised, Jane retreated a step to allow her to do so. Close behind followed the chauffeur and without comment he placed a large package on the table, turned and left Jane and the robed woman alone.

  Bemused at her uninvited visitor’s presence, Jane could only stand and stare at the black robed figure. The only bare flesh visible was the white skin around two large green eyes. A white hand came from under the robe, around the wrist was a silver bracelet from which dangled a light but strong chain. The simultaneous removal of the robe and yashmak from her head revealed the visitor’s face.

  The red haired girl was a beauty with skin of such a whiteness as to seem translucent and hair of such a rich copper colour that it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. Her lips were of a coral pink in colour and were it not for the ball gag that filled her mouth would have been full and curvaceous.

  "God!" Even as she said it Jane realised that there were few times in her life where she had sounded more inane.

  The girl handed Jane a letter and then proceeded to remove her robes fully. The mode of costume was one that she was to become intimately familiar with but the first time she saw it was on Rhoda.

  Rhoda, for that was the redhead’s name, claimed she gaped like a country bumpkin. At first it was hard to concentrate on the meaning of the letter but soon its content was as much of a surprise as the garb of the girl.

  "Dear Jane," the letter said, "Rhoda has brought for you a selection of corsets and shoes. These are for you to wear so that you may become acclimatised to the dress code of my Bond Slaves whilst your preparation is being completed.

  “Each of the corsets is labelled so that you can quickly see which you are to wear and for how long until you move on to a more stringent model. The shoes should be worn when off duty so as to help you manage high heels when you are ready to take up your full time slave role.

  “To start you off, Rhoda is here both to help you dress in your work-a-day corset mode and to act as an example of what you are to achieve by the time your cosmetic preparation is completed. The work-a-day model you will wear at all times whilst on duty. The others will be worn during off duty and leisure hours as directed by their labels. There is a night-time model you will wear whilst sleeping to speed the acclimatisation period.

  “Please note if you do not achieve the standard illustrated by Rhoda, you will be whipped.

  “Signed

  The Master."

  Wide-eyed, Jane looked up from the letter into Rhoda's face. For the first time the truth behind the words Bond Slave hit her with full force but she swallowed and turned to Rhoda and said.

  "Well, you better show me what I have to achieve."

  Big green patient eyes looked in to Jane's, blinked twice and then Rhoda began a silent pirouette. The ensemble was of shiny black leather, as was the strap that held the red ball securely in Rhoda's mouth. The corset whittled her waist to a seemingly impossible size but left her large white bosoms bare to display their well-formed coral nipples.

  The taut leather crotch piece fitted her as though moulded to her body, cupping her mound and separating her firm ass cheeks. There was a cunning mechanism in the small of her back to ensure that the crotch piece was always tightly held in place over her pussy.

  Shapely calves were fitted in to shining black knee boots with
high, high heels.

  Around her neck was locked a wide collar from which two chains lead to silver leather lined cuffs. The chains were not quite long enough to allow Rhoda to fully straighten her arms to below her waist but by thrusting her hips forward and by pointing at the crotch piece and pushing her index finger through the circle made by index finger and thumb of her other hand, she indicated that a dildo was firmly in place.

  It took several repeats to make Jane realise that there was a second dildo also firmly lodged in her ass.

  Tears filled Jane's eyes. What oh what had she signed her life away for?

  She became aware that she was being cuddled and comforted by Rhoda, she could feel her full white breasts pressing against her own sensitive flesh. Jane looked into that beautiful face so stretched and disfigured by the large gag and tears started anew.

  Slim white fingers gripped her jaw and gently shook it to gain her attention. Rhoda squirmed her hips in a lascivious manner, caressed her own breasts, pulling on nipples and wriggling. Her hand reached as low on her gently rounded belly as she could and, pointing towards her plugged and covered crotch, she did a slow bump and grind. A moan of pleasure escaped the ball gag.

  "You like it, don't you?" The meaning of Rhoda's pantomime was inescapable, her head nodded agreement vigorously. "You like being a slave?" Again the vigorous nod. Jane regained her self-possession. "Well as I've no alternative now I better get on with it. I'm committed, I'm just as much a slave as you are, for the next five years anyway."

  Whatever faults Jane had, cowardice was not one of them.

  "I suppose I had better get acclimatised to my new type of uniform, hadn't I, Rhoda?"

  Rhoda, her jaw so wide spread by the ball that it was almost impossible for her face to show any emotion, still managed to give an impression of smiling as she nodded agreement.

  Rhoda handed her a pair of sheer black stockings to put on, if Jane was surprised that Rhoda thought she needed to be shown how to put on stockings she didn't show it. The same cannot be said about the shoes she handed to Jane to put on. These were low bootees with slim very tall heels. She was to find out later that this type were preferred during acclimatisation because they supported the ankle and there was less chance of a girl falling off her heels and hurting herself.