Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2004 07:39:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: jayne Dell <jaynedell1@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Maid to Please" Part One. (TG Story).

This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has explicit
descriptions of sex, bondage and non-consensual sex. If you are at all
offended by this kind of story or are under age, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!
Any characters in this story are the property of Jayne Dell. This story is
written for the sole purpose of entertainment and is not written for profit
and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit. If
you have any comments, want to get in touch, please contact me at
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"Maid to Please" by Jayne Dell

Chapter One.

Officer Victor Kraft was a bad cop. That is not to say that he wasn't good
at his job. He most certainly was. He had been responsible for obtaining
the information leading to a number of very large and successful raids on
drug and money-laundering operations. The criminal underworld had come to
hate him with a passion.

He should have been a hero to his fellow cops, but he wasn't. He treated
them like dirt, and most of his colleagues thought he was an arrogant
bastard. That wasn't unusual, a lot of cops could be described that
way. But for him there was more. In a number of the money-laundering raids,
large sums of money had been left suspiciously unaccounted for. Everyone
had known that he had taken it, but no one had been able to prove it.

Given his bust record, even that might have been overlooked by his
colleagues, (after all, he wouldn't be the first cop to take a slice from a
raid) but he had also committed the greatest sin possible in the eyes of
the other police. He repeatedly blabbed on his colleague's minor
misdemeanours, forcing at least five good cops to retire early. Matters had
come to a head recently, when money from one of the laundering operations
had mysteriously appeared in his Captain's locker. No one believed the
Captain had taken the money, but no one could prove it had been
planted. The Captain had been suspended.

It was fair to say, that most of his fellow cops would not have shed a
single tear if he got killed in a shoot out.

He was even hated by his informers. Most cops used a carrot and stick
approach to get their information. For Victor, it was pure stick. He used
fear, and force to get answers. A number of his informers had experienced
lengthy hospital spells after a visit from him. Again, nothing was ever
proven of course,

It was in fact a question of whether the criminals, the informers or the
other cops hated him the most.

Victor didn't care. He knew he was better than the rest of them. Not a one
of them would stand up to him, or dare face him in a fight. It wasn't that
he was a huge hulk of a guy. In fact he was barely 5' 10" and quite
trim. No, they all knew that to cross him was to court disaster. He was
prepared to do things that most people would not. That meant that in a
fight, he fought dirty. Anyone who crossed him could normally kiss their
careers goodbye. Everyone had some dirt, and Victor was expert at finding
it.

For him it was a matter of power. He had always wanted to be a cop because
of the power it could give him. Power to change peoples lives. Power to
make people respect and fear him. Power to make people pay him to stay on
his good side.

Having the power allowed him to accumulate wealth. With wealth came more
power. As well as the money he managed to "liberate" during the raids, he
also extorted money and goods from people and businesses. If they paid,
everything stayed rosy. If they didn't? Well, that was why he was here at
the Tropicana Club.

He walked into the club, and looked carefully around. The club was a
specialised strip joint, catering for the S&M community. Tony, the owner,
normally paid him with a large fat envelope stuffed with cash. In return,
he looked the other way on some of the clubs more extreme acts. In
addition, Victor was also given free access to the girls. That was fine,
except last time Victor had "visited", the girl had been left beaten and
bruised. Now Tony was refusing to pay. That was a mistake, and Victor was
here to help him change his views.

When he walked into the club, he saw that it was mostly empty. There was a
small group of drunken men watching a girl dance around a pole, and a
couple of others watching one girl tie another up. That was good, the fewer
witnesses the better in case he had to get physical with Tony the owner.

He grabbed a passing waitress roughly by the arm.

"Where's your boss? Where's Tony?" he demanded.

The girl yelped with pain as he squeezed her arm

"He's in the back. Let me go." She whined.

Victor released her, and strode across the large room to the office at the
back. People took one look at his uniform and face, and quickly got out of
his way. He opened the door without knocking and walked inside. The outer
office was empty, but he knew that Tony had his private office the other
side of the general office, and he headed directly for it.

Tony wasn't there. Instead, perched on the edge of his desk was a girl. She
stood up as he entered.

The young woman was pretty, probably in her early 20's. She had long dark
hair, and piercing green eyes. She was wearing black leather trousers and a
simple black top. Victor didn't recognise her. She was probably one of the
new girls here he reasoned.

"I've been waiting for you!" she said simply.

Victor shook his head in surprise, then walked up to her threateningly.

"Where's Tony?" he demanded.

The girl ignored him, and just walked slowly around and closed the door
behind him.

"Are you deaf?" he shouted. "Where's your boss?"

Again the girl ignored him. She turned to face him, hands on her hips,
blocking the door.

He shook his head in disbelief and started to walk around the woman. She
must be some kind of retard he figured. To his surprise, she moved in front
of him and blocked his path again.

Once more he stopped in surprise. It was a rare idiot that crossed
him. This little bint of a woman was trying to block HIM?? With a snort of
derisive laughter, he went to move around her again, but once more she
stepped in his way. He began to lose his temper.

"Look lady, if you know what's good for you, you'll step aside." He
threatened

The girl calmly and casually looked him up and down, sizing him up. Then
obviously unimpressed, she looked him directly in the eye.

"Try it." She said, the tone of her voice utterly dismissive of him.

Victor felt the anger rise in him, and he raised his arm to push the
annoying woman out of his way. Victor was a good fighter. He had been
through a number of self-defence and unarmed combat courses, but he had
never seen anyone move as fast as she did. Her hand was a blur as, faster
than he could believe; she reached up and grabbed his wrist. With an
effortless expert twist, she forced a howl of pain from him. Then slowly
and inexorably, she twisted him around so that his arm was pushed painfully
up his back. He tried to stop her, but she had the leverage, and his
greater raw strength was unable to break free.

Before he knew what had happened, she had him face down over the desk, his
arm still painfully twisted behind his back.

"Pathetic!" said the woman. "Now, be a good little girl and do as I say. I
don't want to hurt you, but I have no compunctions about doing so if
necessary."

"You bitch!" snarled Victor trying to twist free. "I'm going to bust you
up."

He tried to get the woman off him by reaching back to grab her with his
left arm, but it proved a stupid mistake. Just as before, she seized his
wrist, and twisted his other arm up behind him. Again he yelled with pain.

This was ridiculous he thought. This petite girl had him almost completely
immobilised. He struggled again, but it simply resulted in more pain as she
pushed his arms further up his back.

He felt something cold close around his left wrist, and suddenly realised
that she was trying to handcuff him. He struggled even harder, trying to
kick her, but he felt the other handcuff bracelet click closed over his
wrist.

Without pausing, the woman grabbed one of his kicking legs, and clicked
another cuff over it. Desperate now, Victor lunged out with his final free
foot, trying to kick the woman as hard as he could. The woman moved
gracefully aside, deflecting his lunge, and with a dismissive push, sent
him crashing to the floor. He landed on his cuffed arms, making him yelp
with pain. Before he could recover, she had reached down and cuffed his
feet together.

He couldn't believe that it had happened so quickly. One second he had been
about to push this uppity bitch aside, the next she had him bound and
helpless on the floor. It had been so easy for her, and so humiliating for
him. He tried to get to his feet, but she just pushed him back, and rolled
him onto his chest.

The breath whooshed out of his lungs as she landed heavily on his back,
pinning him to the floor. He was still gasping for air, when she grabbed
his hair, and roughly pulled his head back. Before he could close his
mouth, she had shoved a long thick penis gag inside. He tried to expel it
with his tongue, but she strapped it to the back of his head. To his horror
and shame, his attempts to push it out with his tongue, merely made him
more aware that the invading object was shaped exactly like a penis. He
could even feel the veins on the underside with his tongue.

As he tried to come to terms with what had happened, he felt her remove his
gun and belt. Then he felt a prickle of fear as he saw the woman produce a
pair of scissors. My god he thought. What is the crazy bitch going to do to
me?

He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or not when she used them to quickly
and efficiently cut off his uniform. At least she wasn't using them on him.

He could not believe what was happening. No one had ever treated him like
this. Normally he dominated everyone, but a mere girl had physically beaten
him. It was so degrading. In seconds, she finished cutting, and he lay
naked and helpless on the ground at her feet, the tattered remains of his
police uniform all around him.

"Up!" she commanded, trying to pull him up off the floor. When he
instinctively resisted, she took hold of his testicles and squeezed.

"Up!" she repeated.

Tough as he was, Victor wasn't about to argue with someone who had his
testicles in one hand, and a pair of scissors in another. With her help, he
struggled to his feet. Holding his testicles firmly to stop any thought of
resistance, she passed an embossed leather collar over his head and pulled
it tighter around his neck. Next she attached a leash to the collar, and
slowly walked him over to the desk. She forced him to lie face down across
the desk, and tied the leash tightly to the table edge, pinning him down.

Leaving him for a moment, she walked over to a cupboard and took out a
large bag. From the bag she took a black silky object. He wondered what it
was, but then she started to wrap it around his waist. He realised to his
dismay that she had wrapped some kind of black silk corset around his
waist. He tried to fight back, but in the cuffs, collar and penis gag, he
was helpless as she slowly pulled the laces in tighter and tighter. He
could hardly breathe, and still she pulled. When was this mad cow going to
stop?

By the time she finished, he could only take very shallow breaths. He felt
very tired, light headed and dizzy. He lay there in a powerless daze as she
undid the cuffs on his ankles and slid a pair of silk and lace panties up
his legs. They were followed by a pair of black silken stockings with
delicate lacy tops, which she connected to the garters hanging down from
the corset. Victor felt so humiliated. How was he ever going to live this
down? What if she took pictures of him dressed in lingerie like this? He
would be finished.

She returned to the bag, and took out a small object that Victor could not
see clearly. He wondered what it was. Suddenly he felt the woman pull his
panties down and smear some cold cream around his rear passage, and he
realised to his horror what she intended.

No way, he thought, and tried desperately to break free. But the struggle
was brief. With the corset that tight, he soon found himself dizzy and out
of breath. Even as he struggled and fought to break free, he felt her push
a large hard object against his hole. The pain was intense as it pushed
inside him. He screamed into the penis gag, but it effectively muffled
him. His eyes watered, and he found himself perspiring and
hyperventilating. This was simply not possible. He was a cop. This didn't
happen to cops. He could feel the long object pushing deeper and deeper,
until finally, with a wet plopping sound, it passed inside him.

He had never felt so degraded in his life. It was bad enough to have this
sort of thing happen to him, but to have it happen at the hands of a slip
of a girl was almost more than he could abide. He had never been married,
and for him girls had always been objects of pleasure and desire. They were
just somewhere to stick his dick when he wanted pleasure. They were small
and weak, and therefore his inferiors. He had never believed that he would
find himself so helpless before a girl that she could, with impunity, shove
a dildo up his arse. His faced burned with humiliation as he realised that
the he had a dildo in both ends.

He was still recovering from the anal invasion, when he felt her pull
something tight over his feet and up his legs. From his position across the
table, he could not see what it was, but it pushed his silk covered legs
tightly together and held them there. As she pulled it up over his hips, he
realised that it was a kind of black latex hobble skirt. He had seen some
of the girls in the club wearing them, and he knew that with this on, he
would be able to take only the smallest of steps. This was made even worse
seconds later as he felt her push shoes onto his feet and strap them
tightly in place. When he put his feet back down, he found himself forced
onto tiptoes, and he knew he was wearing high heels.

The woman paused for a moment, then returned to the bag to remove a
blindfold. She placed it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

Once she had secured the blindfold, she untied the leash, and forced him to
stand. He felt very unstable in the high-heeled shoes and tight hobble
skirt. The tightness of the skirt made his stockinged legs rub sensuously
together as he moved. He found the feeling highly unsettling.

He felt her pass something over his head, and wondered what it was. It felt
silky on his face, and he could hear the rustling of silken material. He
realised to his further consternation that it was probably a dress of some
kind. Hadn't she had enough fun? When was this going to end?

Suddenly he had an idea. If she really were trying to put a dress on him,
she would probably have to undo his arms first to put them through the
sleeves. Once his arms were free, he might be able to do something about
escaping. He was just preparing himself to fight, when his world exploded
into pain.

As part of his cop training, he had been hit with a Taser, so he recognised
what had happened. But this was far far worse. The pain originated from
deep inside his bottom. Whatever she had forced up his backside was
obviously more than just a dildo. The knowledge didn't help him. The pain
was worse than anything he could imagine, and he crumpled weakly to the
floor. He found himself shaking and sobbing from the shock and the
pain. For a few seconds, he was helpless as she undid the cuffs and fed his
arms through the sleeves of the dress then re-cuffed him.

She allowed him a minute to recover, then pulled him back to his feet and
put something around his waist, tying it in a knot behind him.

Finally he felt her put something over his head, and his realised with
resignation that she had place a wig on him. He could feel the hairs
tickling his neck and back. She fussed with the wig for a moment, and then
seemed to fasten something to it.

Then, taking the leash, she led him slowly across the room. With the high
heels, corset and hobble skirt, he could only take tiny mincing
steps. Eventually she stopped him, and removed the blindfold. Only then did
the true horror of his situation greet him.

In front of him was a large full-length mirror.

He moaned at the sight of his normally macho body dressed in a pretty
silken French maid outfit, complete with a pretty white silky apron, fluffy
petticoats, and a even a matching maid's lacy hair band on his long dark
haired wig. His waist looked impossibly thin, thanks to the tight corset,
and his silk stocking clad legs were hidden inside the long pencil skirt.

The girl came and stood beside him, putting her arm around his thin waist.

"Don't you look pretty Vickie." She mocked.

She stepped away and pointed a small device at him and pressed a
button. Suddenly the dildo deep inside him began to hum and vibrate. Victor
gasped at the sudden stimulation of his most private area, but there was
nothing he could do to stop it. He found himself writhing and twisting, but
it wouldn't come out.

"Clever device." said the girl with a smile. "It has multiple
functions. Carrot and stick! With one button I can give you a nasty
electric shock. With another, I can give you pleasure."

Victor wasn't sure that having a massive vibrating rubber penis stuck up
his backside counted as pleasure, but he supposed it was better than the
electric shock. He never wanted to have that again!

She walked over and sat down in a large leather chair, and used the leash
to gently pull Victor towards her. He shuffled slowly over, his silk clad
legs rubbing together. She forced him down on his knees, between her
legs. As he knelt, he was very aware of the tight garter straps running
down his legs. She took him firmly by the chin, forcing him to look deep
into her eyes as the vibrator continued to throb and stimulate his back
passage.

"You've annoyed a lot of people Vickie." She said. "You've been a very bad
girl. It's time to payback what you have taken from them. I'm going to make
you into a good girl."

She paused and gently stroked his cheek, and brushed the long hair out of
his face and tucked it behind his ear in an oddly feminine way.

"My name is Jayne. Mistress Jayne to you. Don't worry Vickie; I won't hurt
you unless I really have to. I won't need to. I've filmed all this, so I'm
sure you will want to cooperate. After all, it would be a shame if the
pictures appeared on the Internet, or mailed to your precinct."

Victor groaned in despair, but Jayne just continued.

"They hired me because I'm a professional. You may have thought that you
were all macho, but if that were true, how were you physically beaten and
dressed up as a pretty French Maid by a mere girl? Macho? I think not. No,
secretly you want to wear pretty, silky, frilly clothes. I bet you're
enjoying the soft silky lingerie that you're wearing right now. It's true
isn't it Vickie?"

Victor grunted a savage denial into the penis gag. He wished that she would
stop calling him Vickie. It was so humiliating.

"Don't worry Vickie, I'm going to make you so pretty. Eventually you'll
come to enjoy being all girly. All of my girls do in the end. You'll
actually want to wear bras, panties, dresses, stockings and even
make-up. When I give you back to them, they are just going to love you."