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Frazer & Alcock
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1 - The Challenge

     

     I am divorced. It was a very amicable split, we both decided that it had run its course, and agreed to split. My wife got everything she knew about, the house, car, and bank accounts, lovely. She did not know I had won half a million on the Euro lottery so, an amicable, split. We stayed friends, and for my birthday she organised for me to have my wildest dream, come true.

     I am a transvestite, and into domination so, she organised for her sister who I had never met, because she worked abroad, and could not come to the wedding being, at work.

     At that time, I didn't know what she did for a living, now, I do, a spy, working in France as a spy, trying to find, and stop terrorists, anti-terrorist department, and her cover was as a Private Eye.

     She had been seconded as it were, by the French as part of the unified fight against, terrorists.

     She was also a dominatrix, and in the south of France the Dominatrix organised an annual event, between them. The winner had to find their missing slave, submissive. The others had to kidnap it, willingly, on the part of the sub, and keep it, for a week. If they did, then they won. The owner, as it were of the sub, had to find it, knowing that one of the Dominatrix had their sub. It was fun and games between the Dominatrix, and a thrill, for the submissive, who had to be free of commitments for a month, to take part.

     As for me, my ex-wife suggested that her sister take me, seeing as I was on sabbatical for, six months. While engaged in the antics, enjoying my sabbatical as their slave, female receptionist; I was informed that the firm was in trouble, and I was, redundant. I was enjoying my new life with the girls, and when they offered me the job as their slave, female receptionist; I jumped at the chance.

     The final Dominatrix to kidnap me, as it were, was Mistress Inquisitor, and she lived on the edge of the law, shall we say? She had a transport business. She knew Miss Frazer, my ex-wife's sister. They were all dominatrices, and were friends, it was just a challenge they were engaged in. To kidnap a willing slave from a dominatrix, involved in the challenge, and keep it for seven days. After which the winner kept the slave until their scenario, was completed with any fees, obviously.

      My prowess in bed, was like being the goose that laid the golden egg, for them. A male that guaranteed two orgasms every time, could be hired out for a fee, a good fee, and because my scenario was for life, as their receptionist, a time limit of one year was placed on being the slave to my new, captor. The challenge lasted for six months every year, and Miss Frazer could kidnap me back the following year. But not for that, particular year. 

     I was the prize they all, wanted.

     This year was the third year they had to get me back within the time period of seven days, and I would then no-longer be available for, the challenge. A new slave was to be drawn from the willing, slaves.

     Mistress Anguish got a slap on the wrist for smuggling contraband.

     As I said, I am a transvestite, and Miss Frazer decided to make me female, her partner Miss Alcock, an apt name for her, would kill her if she touched my cock, so Miss Frazer decided that seeing as the Private Investigation business was by females, and for females, I had to be, female.

     To accommodate Miss Alcock, and because there was to be no permanent damage, to me. Miss Frazer, a very wise female, decided to use a new drug that promoted breast growth, but they had to trick my body into thinking I was female for the drug to work. My cock lay dormant for a month, while they tricked my body, and made my bust grow, and to make sure I appeared female they went over the top with the size. I didn't have twin peaks on my chest, I had fucking, mountains.

     I do not care what Miss Frazer says about the size that a D cup is not that big, to me they were mountains, and subsequent Dominatrix, took great delight in increasing them, for their fun. I complained, but apart from the weight I had to carry around with me, and them getting in my way, I liked having them oddly, but preferably, smaller.

     That was my first year with the girls, and I decided to carry on working as Miss Frazer's receptionist, two reasons, or more. I liked working with them, Miss Alcock, an apt name, as I said, being a nymphomaniac, and an excellent fuck, and obviously I had lost my job, being made redundant. I now lived in the South of France, sun, sand, and nubile females, all waiting for my cock up them; I can dream.

     I did have to agree to a couple of minor things, like I kept the bust, being a female, while at work, but they agreed to allow it to reduce to a B cup, one I can hide when I go out, as a male.

     I also had to agree to being their slave, accepting the cane, for mistakes, and living in the cage they kept me in when I was under their rule, as asked to, by my ex-wife, when she organised the kidnap of, me. They do now pay me, as well as all found, which includes make-up, and clothes for the office.

     Oh hell, Miss Alcock is entering my area, which means that she is ready for her injection, this is the second one today, I can't complain, she is a good fuck, as I said.

     



     

Chapter 2 - Miss Alcock

      

     I am writing this in my cage, and during my lunch time, I say lunch time, because in this business you never know when an aggrieved female may enter. They cover for me while I eat, then they eat, and I have to be, available.

     Miss Frazer had better not be too busy for quite a bit, I am going to be occupied with Miss Alcock.

     She is now stood in the door way to my cage, and looking at me with her little lost, puppy dog look, believe me, it is enough to melt the ice caps, when she looks at me like that, it most certainly melts, my heart.

     I'll be back in half, no make it an hour, she is desperate, don't worry, I will be back to tell you all, about it.

     I got up, and made my way towards her casually; I took hold of her, she liked that, and pulled her into my arms, planting a passionate kiss on her lips, as I undid her dress down the back.

     She had my zip down, at the same time, and we slipped our dresses off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Bras were next, to give me access to her large mounds, now bigger than mine, but that was not always, the case.

      My hand began to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples as I fondled them. She also liked to fondle mine, which I was not happy about, but accepted it. Panties were next, and her hand was on my cock in a flash, rubbing it as I slowly slipped my hand down to her clit massaged it, and then I slipped a finger in, comfortably.

     Accepting that I was the sub/slave, I was always under her; I lay down on my back, and Miss Alcock lay on top of me, presenting her clit for my, attentions.

     Gravity has its own laws, and under Miss Alcock it played its part in making me drink, her juice. She was one hell of a juicy fuck, it didn't dribble, it flowed. Once she was energised, she would turn around, and sit on my lap looking eagerly at my erect cock. She was like a child looking at their new toy, they had just unwrapped, excitedly. She would rise up, and move a fraction, and then slide my erect cock into her, in a slow envelopment, of my shaft. Slipping slowly down the shaft, an inch at a time as it were, thrilled by the encapsulation, and it throbbing, hard. Once she had it all, she would smile at me, feeling it throbbing hard, inside her, then she would rise up so, so slowly, right up to the tip, hover as it were, before the long, slow descent. Enjoying the feeling as it slipped in throbbing hard, and then up. She did this for say, six strokes, no more, she wanted her orgasms, the expectation was what thrilled her now, so not fast rams yet, a slow, build up. 

     Now a slow build up until she was ramming me in, and I lay back watching her breasts wobble delightfully, and giggle, as she crashed into my groin, a moan as she rose, followed by a hiss, as she slipped me back in hard and fast. As her orgasm rose, she would ram me in so hard; she harumphed, pushing the wind out of her, rather than the hiss it was, explosive.

     As her first orgasm hit her, releasing her endorphins, which were now racing around her body; she slowed, enjoying the feelings, before she rose up to the tip slowly, and then down again slowly. Up and down just twice, before she started ramming me in hard and fast making the next orgasm chase the first, both sets of endorphins now racing around, her head back as they filled her with euphoria. A third usually followed the second quickly, and then the fourth and fifth and finally, the sixth, which was when I shot my load into the condom.

     Apart from Miss Frazer insisting that if it goes in the body, it has a condom on it, Miss Alcock, and I agreed with the ruling, and observed it.

     Sated, Miss Alcock got off me, and began to dress, as I did.

     "By the way, Miss Frazer wants to see you, I knew there was something I needed to tell you," Miss Alcock said.

     I cursed her under my breath; Mistresses, can never do wrong, it is always the fault of the slave, which meant I would now be in trouble for dallying.

     "I was going to ask you, but now for being lethargic I nominate you, as this year's slave for the games, unless you prefer to have me deliver six strokes of the cane for being, lethargic. When I ask you to come to me you come, immediately.

     Well slave, what is it to be, the slave for the games, or six strokes, and I will make sure, you feel them? Out of interest, if we manage to find you each time, they kidnap you then we get to keep you. This will be the last year of the challenge, for you," Miss Frazer asked me.

     "It would be my honour to represent the business, Miss Frazer, as your submissive, slave, Mistress," I said covering all bases, I hoped.

     "Some of last year's contestants have cried off, but we do have some new commers for the challenge, and it looks as if it will be a very interesting event. As you know the event is open ended. It starts when the first Mistress makes her attempt to kidnap you, and ends after a week, if she can hold you for so long, if not then the second Mistress makes her attempt to take you from me, and again I have a week to find you, and fee you.

     I do know Miss Alcock has been entertained by you, but you are late for work, whose fault, is it?" She asked me.

     "Mine Mistress; I should have made it that Miss Alcock had her orgasms, quicker, sorry, Mistress," I said with a slight curtsey, and left her having been, dismissed.

     I went to reception, and sat down typing some letters Miss Frazer had placed on my desk for me to, type up.

     "Good afternoon, Madam," I said, as a woman came up the stairs, to reception, as I had been trained to do by Mistress Ruler, and rather painfully. One year at college studying crammed into, a week, so painfully.

     "Hum, is this the detective agency?" she asked abruptly.

     "Indeed, it is, Madam, how, may I help you?" I asked, as told to.

     "Are you the Private Eye?" she asked.

     "No, Madam, as the sign says I am the receptionist, would you like to see Miss Frazer or Miss Alcock, they, are the investigators," I told her, I was not happy with her abrupt approach.

     "Obviously, why else would I be here, stupid girl," she said arrogantly.

     "Then if you will give me your name, I will inform Miss Frazer, you wish to see her, unless you would prefer to see, Miss Alcock?" I asked, as if unphased, her attitude had got to me I admit.

     "This is a very delicate matter, and I will not give my name to the hired help, just tell her that a woman of breeding, requires, her attention, forthwith," she said.

     "Miss Frazer, I have an arrogant female in reception, who will not give her name, and demands that you see her, now," I said.

     To keep the illusion of me being a female; Miss Frazer had an electronic device fitted, which firstly made my voice sound female, and translated my words into French; I was busy learning, French.

     "I am Miss Frazer, what was it you wished to see me about?" Miss Frazer asked her, with an edge, to her voice.

     "Do you wish me to discuss my private affairs in public, woman?" She asked shocked.

     "No, I expect you to treat my staff, and me, with the respect we have earned. My receptionist requires your name, so that she can inform me, of it, when asking to see me," Miss Frazer said, as aloof as the woman had, and because she was sitting while Miss Frazer was stood and looking down, on the woman.

     "Do you have any idea, as to whom, I am?" the woman demanded.

     "Obviously not, because you have not given your name to, my receptionist. Now if you would be so kind as to do, as is required, I require a name, before I see anybody about their problems. If you are not willing to give my receptionist your name, then I will not, see you," Miss Frazer said forcefully, turned, and went back to her office.

     "Really, the Countess Emilia, to see Miss Frazer, with some urgency, girl," she said.

     "Miss Frazer, I have the Countess Emilia, at reception, and the countess said it was urgent that she see you. Can you see her immediately, please?" I asked, as is correct.

     I heard the buzzer, which locked my door, and opened the door for the client to enter. It was installed when they were educating me in how to be female, and to take control of me, locking me in the reception area, when there was a possible escape route.

     A different Miss Frazer came to the door smiling, "Countess, please, follow me to my private office, where we can discuss your misfortune, in private," Miss Frazer said, inviting her into her office, pleasantly enough, having established, the rules.

     Miss Frazer showed the countess out, and smiled at me, as she returned to her office, a moment later the phone went, and Miss Frazer called us into her office.

     "Please sit, Miss Alcock, we have a very juicy case, which will involve our receptionist, as well, count it as part of your training, slave.

     The countess obviously, lives in a mansion, it is situated in the Alps at five hundred feet above sea level, it has twenty bedrooms, and is of medieval structure, thick stone walls, and walls with castellations. Her great, great, great, about ten to fifteen times great, grandfather built it in the fourteenth century.

     Secret passages behind walls, and underground, to tunnels for a surprise attack, on the opposing enemy, it was never defeated, or taken by an attacking force. Incorporated inside the outer walls, is a garrison of reserve soldiers. Her late husband invited them in, saying it was a waste of good buildings them being empty.

     The countess accepted his reasoning, and invited them in, it is separate to the main building, and out of sight of it.

     She is very much a feminist, and suggested to the army that males be housed elsewhere, and the castle is now entirely female, she did this to prove a point; females are just as capable, if not more so as males, in everything, which we know, we are," Miss Frazer said, giving me a look with a query, written all over it.

     "I have never doubted, it," I said, Miss Frazer gave me a dirty look for interrupting her.

     "That is the background, the case is that several valuable paintings and ornaments, have disappeared, and she wants us to find the culprit. The police have failed. Miss Alcock, background checks, here is the file of the employees, some have been with her for literally generations, daughters became maids, sons became field workers, the head house keeper is a second-generation employee, as is the head gardener," Miss Frazer said.

     "Sorry to interrupt Miss Frazer, but grandfather, father, and son is third generation, isn't it?" Miss Alcock asked.

     "Yes, I meant as head, but it will be third generation, the son is now the assistant head gardener, as is the daughter a head housekeeper in waiting as it were. The head gardener's youngest son, is primed to be the stable manager, when the current manager retires, in a couple of years.

     As I know you will do, the background checks are to be conducted on all staff. Gambling debts can turn an honest servant into a thief, so do it on all, staff.

     Slave, for you, I have a very nice role, you liked it on the Flying fish, so I have secured for you a job at the estate in the housekeeping department as a maid. You will be required to listen to gossip, and ingratiate yourself in with them. Tit bits of information, you will bring to me, when I invite you into the office to discuss your, divorce case, a weekly event.

     One more thing, you are deaf, and dumb, and are learning to sign, I am sure you will be over the moon to know that, Miss Ruler, has a deaf son, and she will be arriving today, to start your lessons, in her own inimitable, way.

     To assist you, come around the desk for the injection that relaxes the voice box, you, are dumb," Miss Frazer told me.

     "B-But how can I work reception when a customer comes in, if I can't talk, to them, not everyone can sign?" I asked.

     "Slave, you are in the presence of females, we think of everything, you will now type the words in the computer, and it, will speak for you. Electronics have come a long, long way, haven't they? Your first job is to type in regular greetings and questions like, the greeting, and to ask for their name, and the basis of their query, divorce, etcetera, and to direct them to a seat in the waiting room. The computer will once you press for me to attend, tell me their name, and query. Any questions?" Miss Frazer asked us.

     "Yes, I have one, what will you be doing?" Miss Alcock asked her; she could do, I wasn't allowed to.

     "I will be conducting the investigation, on site. Really it is more of a castle than a mansion. So, a conducted tour, a list of missing items, and their positions, security, why the security didn't stop the thief, that sort of thing," Miss Frazer replied.

     "Supping coffee, and chatting with the posh bitch, more like, I know you," Miss Alcock said, smiling at her.

     "It will involve time conversing with the countess, to ascertain what is missing, obviously," Miss Frazer said, aloof, but smiling.

     We all knew what was involved, and it was an important part of the investigation, ascertaining the facts, and the modus operandi, if possible?

     "I-I have a question Miss Frazer, how will I be able to report, if I cannot speak, to you. You, do not sign," I asked her.

     "Simple, Miss Ruler will continue the lessons while you are there, and you will report, to her. Miss Ruler teaches advanced sign to students, and you will pass the exam as, an advanced sign person. Failure hurts, as you know.

     Now if there are no other questions slave, your room, for the injections, we will have to increase the bust, for you, and fit the false clit, like I said, female, we leave nothing, to chance," Miss Frazer said.

     Miss Frazer escorted me to my room to ensure that was where I went, not that I had another option. I was locked in the office, even so, she led me to my room.

      I entered to see a massage table set up, and I was told to strip, and lie on the table, I did, as told, reluctantly, I knew what this meant.

     I was not wrong, as the young lady employed by Miss Frazer to carry out the makeover began with the hot wax, stripping my legs, and groin, there is no fun unless they manage to hurt me, not seriously, but it hurt as she gave me a bikini wax, then shaved my groin, for me.

     She also shaved under my arms, and then proceeded to give me the relevant injections, four to make my bust grow again, two in my arms, and the other two behind my nipples, they hurt. She then injected me in my neck, to silence me.

     "Miss Frazer, as agreed I have done as much as I can do here; it was tomorrow that you were to bring the client to my studio for the actual make over, wasn't it?" She asked.

     "No, the day after, it will take that long for the bust to begin to grow, offering you an opportunity to judge better, the final size," Miss Frazer told her.

     "Yes, of course, and that is when I am to fit the false clit, obviously I can't do it here, I need the stirrups, to raise the legs to ensure a secure, fit.

     She is to be made into a female not from the lower classes, but not of the middle class, a working female to work as a house keeper. Erm, maid, I have the idea," the woman who had waxed my groin for me, said.

     She dam well knew, I was not female, having waxed, and shaven, my groin for me, yet referred to me as she, Miss Frazer always, got her way.