Pijing Ch. 03

Two weeks had passed since Pijing had been enjoyed for her first fisting by her owner, and the manipulations of Dr. Xi. The substance that had been injected into her lips and tits had now fully deployed, firming up her mouth into a plump rubbery ring that had been getting plenty of training from both Cai as well as Liesel.

Both loved how the consistency maximized their pleasure, while at the same time amplifying Pijing's humiliation. She drooled and spoke with a bit of a lisp which made her look and sound like a dumb bimbo, but her mouth was now better for serving its primary purpose as a source of pleasure for her betters. Cai especially loved how Pijing's perpetually wet mouth would lubricate all of the dildos he shoved down her throat, and the way she frothed and bubbled around every gag he stuffed between her thickened dick-slurpers.

For Liesel, the effect of the blubberized oral ring while she was humping her gurlfriend's face or making the teen taste her asshole was intense. The Swiss governess rode her slut to climax after climax with reckless abandon and energized every strap-on rape with even more aggressive force.

With the four-inch gasket sitting innocently on the side table, Liesel had her pupil pinned on her back, legs spread high and wide, while she pummeled the smaller gurl with a truly enormous truncheon.

Wheezing and exhaling as the air was forced from her lungs with every thrust, Pijing was once again impaled on a column of hard rubber as the Swiss dyke grunted and pounded the sissy's cunt. Beads of sweat flew from the hefty woman's buxom breasts as she worked herself into a lather.

Leaning forward onto Pijing's chest to balance herself, Liesel had two handfuls of the plumped up tissue that Xi's serum had given Pijing to jump start Cai' plans for developing the sissy's tits, with the American youth now sporting full B-cup boobs complete with obscenely fattened nipples.

Pijing's teets projected proudly to a full inch from her chest and were easily as thick as the thumbs on her governess' mannish hands. Sensitive and swollen, they were in agony as they were crushed and contorted with in Liesel's iron grip. Part of the daily training with her governess saw Pijing strapped into a chair while rubber bands were wound around her nipples, with weights being added or the Swiss sadist pinching and twisting them to induce then to swell up and thicken.

"Ja Ja, mein liebling... all the men and your mistress as well will love the enormous tits and nipples you will have once your owner is finished transforming you. All proper schlampes have big juicy tit-buttons to be sucked and bitten... twisted and pulled... crushed and pierced."

Cai however, had not left the entirety of Pijing's transformation into a hyper-feminized she-male bimbo to Dr. Xi's injections. Every day, she as forced to swallow a substantial dose of female hormones, which were fed to her in a multitude of humiliating ways.

For Liesel, the preferred method of feeding 'baby her candy' as she put it, was to make the sissy beg to be allowed to swallow the pills. Sometimes she the choked the young gurl until she gave in, sometimes it was a bare bottom paddling, and other times she crammed her fists deep into Pijing's insides making the sissy plead with her governess to be allowed to take the pills that would 'make her a real gurl'.

Once Pijing had completely submitted, she would kneel in front of Liesel and stick out her tongue, onto which the five pills would be placed one at a time. When the governess would give permission, each was to be swallowed followed by expressions of gratitude for being allowed to become her owner's plaything... or her governess' personal lesbian slave. Liesel enjoyed the exercise of doling out medicine to further break any will Pijing had left with which to fight back.

In fact, convinced she had already fully broken the young American, eradicating the former male self and leaving behind only the defeated sissy-gurl-slave, Pijing was now trusted to move around parts of the complex on her own.

Shuffling down the corridor with her ankles hobbled by an 18-inch chain was an example of just exactly how Pijing's 'freedom' was manifested. The governess now used her charge not only as a sex-slave, but as a full-time servant as well. She bathed her governess, massaged her muscular hulking body with special attention to fondling the big dyke's enormous tits, and routinely fetched her meals from the compound's central kitchen, as he was doing now.

On this occasion she wore a pair of pink rubber hot pants with a matching posture collar buckled around her neck. Her tits were out on display to be seen by any of the lowly staff she encountered with twist-action nip-suckers mounted on each nipple drawing the flesh wickedly into their vacuum tube spaces. She drooled as she shuffled, with her wrists hobbled to a bondage belt by short chains that would allow her to carry Liesel's food tray, but not allow enough range of motion to bring her hands to her face to wipe away the viscous silvery strings of saliva that flowed from her rubberized mouth.

"While you are there mein liebling" Liesel had said, "give cook this piece of paper so that she will give you your lunch while you wait to retrieve mine." With that Liesel had stuffed the piece of paper into her slut's hand, pulled down the back of her hot pants to check the stretch on her cunt that the four-inch diameter gasket was producing, and sent the gurl on her humiliating way.

One blueberry. That was what the instruction on the paper read was to comprise the sissy's lunch that day. Liesel deliberately kept Pijing on a very strict diet, and kept her hungry. Weakened. Easy to control.

As Pijing rounded the corner, she saw a man in a blue suit standing outside of Cai's office door. Not one of the regular Chinese security guards - this man was Caucasian. Young. Maybe twenty five... tall... muscular... American! He had an American flag pin on the lapel of his blue suit and an earpiece in his ear!

Inside of the Chinese industrialist's office, Jun Cai was engaged in conversation with Elmer Dodson who was a trade attaché for the American government, specializing in farm equipment. He was a regular visitor to Cai's estate, as the Chinese industrialist had purchased a great deal of American goods for his rubber tree plantations in Malaysia. The two had become friendly over their many dealings, and Cai had realized early on that this big dumb Texan could be manipulated with remarkable ease. Every time he visited, the Chinese extracted sensitive information from the oafish American while the imbecile dod not even realize what he was doing.

"I'm telling you, Cai, it' not dying down. The kid's family have got the ear of the President, and every consulate as well as the embassy here in Beijing has been told to work every contact we've got in order to press for ongoing investigation to find this missing teenager. They don't believe the story the government her in China gave them... not one bit. They are sure the kid is alive somewhere in this country and they're determined to find him. I dunno, Cai, but from what I've been hearing it's only a matter of days before they're gonna have to let an American team set boots on the ground here and conduct and investigation."

Jun Cai nodded and filed away the information... "Very interesting developments my friend... you must tell me as you hear more about this -- it's such an interesting case. I assure you though, I have no knowledge that could help you but I will certainly tell you if I hear anything at all that may help."

Outside the office, the secret service agent looked stunned as a topless, babbling bimbo shuffled up to him and incoherently began to plead and beg.

"Whoa whoa whoa" the agent said as he grabbed both of Pijing's shoulders, shook her a bit, trying to focus her attention. "What the fuck is going on, and who the fuck are you?"

As slowly as she could, Pijing told her countryman who she really was, and that she had been kidnapped and repeatedly assaulted in the most obscene and disgusting ways to make her into the freak he now saw standing in front of him.

In disbelief, the young agent gently moved Pijing into a small maintenance room and began to ask her questions to clarify her story.

"So you're really that guy who went missing, and you say the man who owns this compound... Jun Cai... one of the richest businessmen in China... kidnapped you?! That all this freaky shit you're wearing and the way you look is because you've been assaulted and abused?!"

"Yes!" Pijing cired... "and you have to get me out of here... you have to help me... get me back to the States! PLEASE....."

In near hysterics, Pijing was instructed by the agent to be quiet and wait, while he telephoned his boss and asked what to do. "Don't worry... I'll call someone who will be able to sort this out. Do NOT move until I come back, ok?"

Pijing nodded, and as the agent left the room she was buzzing with adrenaline. She was finally going home and this hellish nightmare she was living would come to an end.

Inside the office, the American attaché clicked off his phone and looked at his friend with a solemn expression. "Sorry about that Cai... something has come up and, uh, I am going to have to take a rain check on lunch and head back to the embassy immediately... official business... you understand."

Cai nodded but implored his guest to at least enjoy a quick drink before rushing off. Reluctantly the fat Texan agreed, but kept furtively looking at his watch, and casting his attention towards the office door.

Re-appearing in the storage room, the agent shut the door quickly and said "Ok... I've made the call. Someone who can help will be here shortly."

Pijing turned and walked to the far end of the utility room, her thoughts already wandering to visions of her home and her family. A sharp knock on the door snapped her back to the present.

Agent Glass cracked open the door and said "is the coast clear? I'm sorry to have interrupted you but I wasn't sure what else to do." No response came but the nodding of the G-man's head bolstered Pijing's confidence even more.

As the door swung open, confidence turned to shock.

Standing in the doorway was the hulking frame of Liesel Hagen. Glaring at Pijing as she muttered to Agent Glass "you did the right thing by calling me. This little slut is in a great deal of trouble."

Closing in on the hobbled sissy, Liesel was a freight train that could not be avoided. In an instant she had a handful of the slut's hair, yanked her head back, and landed a clubbing left hand across Pijing's face knocking her to the ground. After kicking her twice with her large heavy trainers, she grabbed the hobble chain and used it to drag Pijing from the room, to take her back to their suite.

As she made her undignified exit from the room, she looked with pleading eyes at the Agent Glass as she was dragged past him, mouthing the word "why?" as she stared up at his face.

What she now knew to have been feigned concern and compassion was replaced by cold unfeeling derision.

"Fucking freak. I told you I was calling my boss. Enjoy what's coming to you, bitch."

Winded and unable to speak, Pijing could only listen to the mutterings of her governess as she was unceremoniously dragged back into hell.

"Schlampe! Ekelhaft hure! Ungehorsam sklavin!"

The big dyke turned and looked down at Pijing as she dragged her away. "You are an ungrateful little whore. Your owner and I wondered what you would do if you thought you had a chance to escape, and now we know. Well, the sooner you learn that there is no escape for you the better, schlampe. You don't make any decisions anymore -- I thought that was clear but obviously we need to increase your discipline to help you learn your proper place."

As Jun Cai saw his American friend safely into his official embassy car, he briefly nodded at agent Glass and quietly handed him a plain envelope containing his monthly retainer. Cai had cultivated spies in almost every embassy of consequence in the capitol -- especially that of the US. For pocket change, as far as he was concerned.

The Texan with diplomatic clearance provided valuable information, but the secret service officer -- he provided loyalty. The Americans had failed to learn the lessons of history - that the hired help, who saw everything, heard everything, and knew far more than they should while remaining essentially invisible to their employers, were truly their weakest link. For what amounted to double the G-man's annual salary, Cai knew almost everything that went on within the walls of the American compound.

He had thought it likely that the Americans had not given up looking for their lost citizen... on that front, he would need to be quite careful. Today, however, had been more about testing the level of re-programming that had taken hold in Pijing. Sadly... not enough. Agent Glass had been deliberately placed there, and Ms. Hagen had been told when to send the ungrateful little slut on her errand to collect the lunch tray. He had hope the little sissy would simply do as she was told, but knowing now that the will to escape still burned within the American... training would have to be intensified.

As Cai made his way to the suite of rooms shared by the governess and her charge, the sounds of discipline being administered pre-empted his arrival.

Pijing was strapped down to a spanking bench, held fast by a broad rubber belt-strap across her back, and matching straps holding her thighs and her lower legs. Her wrists were tied behind her back, connected to a rope that ascended towards the ceiling where a pulley system was mounted. Connected to the same rope were the nose hooks in her nostrils, and Liesel held the rope in one hand while she repeatedly swung a long leather spanking strap landing blow after blow on the sissy's exposed buttocks.

Yanking down on the rope, Liesel had Pijing's neck craned back inducing extreme pain on her nostrils into which the metal posts of the nose-hook had been inserted, as well as employing a stress position on the sissy's shoulders as her bound wrists were elevated upward behind her back towards the ceiling.

An inflatable gag had been expanded within Pijing's mouth to muffle her protestations, and Liesel had begun to work up a sweat while administering the disobedient slave's punishment.

Pijing could see her owner out of the corner of her eyes as he smiled and nodded watching his employee fulfill the role she had been hired to perfrom.

"Beat her, Ms. Hagen. Beat her and make her understand the error of her ways. I want her to feel the results of her efforts every tine the little slut sits down for the next week."

This was all the motivation Liesel needed to escalate the intensity of her assault raining down blow after blow with ear-splitting cracks of the broad leather strap against the vulnerable upturned ass that was her target.

By 150 strokes, Pijing was a drooling slobbery mess, bawling and blubbering as her teacher administered the harsh lesson. For his part, Cai had sprung a rock hard boner and decided to avail himself of one of Liesel's enormous strap-on cocks, now buckled and lubed and ready to plunder his plaything's cunt.

Taking up position between Pijing's knees, Jun Cai leveled the head of his rubber cock against her hole, and Liesel dropped the strap but now used both hands to control the rope that was punishing the young slut's neck and shoulders.

With steadily increasing pressure the older Chinese man split open the crimson cheeks of the immobilized sissy and began dilating her pussyhole. The muffled cries from behind Pijing's gag intensified as her anus was forced to accept all 12-inches of her owner's augmented dick, and while Cai paused with a full foot of hard rubber buried in Pijing's cunt, Liesel could feel how wet her own cunt had become.

The Swiss dyke salivated, and her eyes glazed over watching as her employer set up a steady rhythm of pummeling the little schlampe. Working the submissive's hole into a gaping cunt before pulling out and donning a pair of elbow length rubber gloves.

By the time Cai had half the length of his left forearm fully inserted deep inside of Pijing, Liesel dropped the rope allowing the tension to come off. The sissy's head now hung down with exhaustion and her muffled cries had converted into forced exhalations with each inward shove of her owner's arm into her guts.

Cai was still fully aroused, but also enraged that his property would dare to think she had the right to try to escape and leave him without the amusement he derived from transforming and abusing her. She would learn her place... she would be forced to take whatever he decided to dole out as punishment, training, or discipline.

He could feel it now, the tightened ring of Pijing's cunt constricted around his elbow. Tension coursed through the teen's body as she was being taken to the brink of yet another milestone that her abductor had wanted to accomplish.

Locked in battle almost like two opposing factions, Cai used his obese bulk and strength to push forward, while the weakened American sissy's defences did all they could to resist. Inevitably, the struggle went the way of the Chinese, as Cai suddenly felt his slut's hole give way and his elbow slipped inside of her while she twitched and spasmed like a fish on a hook, held down against the spanking-come-fisting bench.

Liesel, screamed out in ecstasy as she climaxed just from watching Pijing being split open.

Cai left his arm buried inside while the other hand unbuckled his rubber dick and allowed his access to masturbate his tiny little cock. The feeling of constriction produced around his bicep by Pijing's plundered hole translated directly into sexual energy as it only took five or ten strokes before he spewed out a thin watery load of cum onto the backs of Pijing's restrained thighs.

Once he had climbed down off of his heights, Cai withdrew his arm from the warm, wet, hole that enveloped it, and marveled at how the young American's body tried in vain to seal itself shut.

Pijing was fully gaped, with bright red ass cheeks from the brutal spanking administered by her governess, and her owner's seed dripping down her legs.

"Keep her gaped, Ms. Hagen, and continue to administer more punishment. This ungrateful whore needs to be reminded of her proper place. I think it's time that we use the isolation cell, don't you? Perhaps after some time to think, Pijing here will learn how to make better choices with her behaviour and start acting like the piece of property she has become."

Cai peeled off the rubber gloves, stuffed them half-way into Pijing's ruined cunt so that they dangled there like a rubber tail, and left the governess to carry out his instructions.

Squishing with granny panties filled with her own sexual release, Liesel unbuckled her lesbianized little gurlfriend from her restraints and rolled her off the bench into a heap on the floor.

She shook her head and clucked as she gazed down at the exhausted sissy... "tut tut mein liebling... all you had to do was be a good gurl and you could have spared yourself from what is to come. Now, I am afraid that you mut learn the hard way how far your owner will go to make sure that you understand how things are. For what is to come... you have only your own stupidity, lack of gratitude, and poor judgement to blame."

A mere thirty minutes later, Pijing found herself sealed in a rubber sleep sack, four-inch dilating gasket embedded in her cunt, with a rubber posture collar on and a gasmask on her head that had the eyes blacked out so she could not see, and two long rubber tubes extending from it. One, pierced the tight, thick rubber head covering and fed up into her nostrils, while the other coursed into her mouth.

Laying on the floor now sealed inside of a jet-black prison, every breath brought the heady aroma of heavy rubber as the muscular dyke who had manhandled Pijing into her current predicament flipped open a trap door in the floor exposing a vertical pit six feet deep and three feet square into the ground upon which Cai's compound had been built.

Heaving Pijing up from the floor and over her shoulders, Liesel then slowly lowered Pijing, feet first, encased in rubber, into the hole. Once entombed, the governess brought the trap door lid up to a vertical position and fed the two rubber tubes extending from the sissy's gasmask through a small hole at its center before allowing it to lam shut, sealing Pijing inside of the pit, buried alive.

The mouth tube was then connected to a red rubber enema bag which hung from the ceiling, and the nasal tubing was connected to an oxygen cannister set to deliver a slow but consistent flow of air to allow the sissy to breathe.

Inside of the pit, Pijing found herself in silence. Rubber-scented air flowed up her nose, and a constant drip by drip delivery of water leaked into her mouth. Unable to see, unable to hear anything in the sound-proofed pit with her head squeezed by the thick rubber gasmask, she began to panic.

Inside of the sleepsack her thin arms were fed into the internal sleeves of the bag with her palms flat against her thighs, and her pussy continually tried in vain to return itself to some semblance of normality while the hard rubber ring of her gasket kept her perpetually dilated to permanently stretch her sphincter for future training and expansion to epic proportions.

Now standing directly over top of her gulrfriend, Liesel pulled out her phone and texted Cai to say that Pijing had been stored away as ordered, along with one simple question. How long?

Within seconds, Liesel could see Cai had read the message and was typing his reply.

"Three days" came the response.

Liesel smiled like a perverted devil, and walked away.

Pijing, would have plenty of time to exist within her subterranean as well as her rubber prison, if not the confinement of her own thoughts.

Over the next three days, she would experience the irreversible demise of Sal Giardini, and the full emergence in his place, of Pijing.

She would emerge from the pit as a grateful, obedient, sissified whore, owned by an Chinese pervert who would abuse her and rent her out for his own lucrative gains.

She would emerge as the she-male lesbian plaything of a sadistic and brutal Swiss dyke who would delight in subjecting her to the most degrading forms of sexual humiliation.

She would come to be used by business associates and corporate connections of her owner... including one fat, disgusting, ignorant Texan on assignment to the American embassy.

Each time Cai watched Elmer Dodson sweating and grunting on top of his fully feminized sissy slave as he fuck or fisted her, he chuckled to himself that the stupid Yankee oaf had no idea he was raping one of his own. The young, male, hapless teenager who had become and would always remain, Pijing.

End.