Bound by Blacmail

Standing just a few feet away was the man I despised more than anyone. He had used a situation to control and manipulate me into doing grotesque acts no normal man would ever think of doing. I had been under the assumption the entire time that he had video footage from his own camera; one hidden well out of sight in the hopes of catching someone taking from the Brothers till. I assumed that he was nothing more than a heartless janitor in a pair of ratty coveralls who found a convenient means of making some extra money. But Brady turned out to be so much more.

"You're head of security?" I choked out.

"Are you really that surprised? You really are that damn airheaded, aren't you?" He said with a smile and a shake of his head.

"You did try to tell us," Eddie said to Brady.

"What can I say? I'm a good judge of character."

"I thought the company has a security team," I interjected.

I was sure I wasn't mistaken about that. There were usually security teams on the main floor to guard against anyone getting to the upper floors without authorization. I also knew that they patrolled the building as I'd seen one or two during my weeks lodging in my car.

"Of course we do. We're no different than other companies who have their property guarded at the door and around its perimeter," Eugene responded. "There are always potential threats that a security team will have to guard against. Those, for the most part however, are more 'outside' threats than anything. Mr. Brady has more of an 'inside' security position."

"What that simply means is that it's my job to find the sneaky, little thieves who try to take from the Brothers and their company," Brady clarified.

"But you're just a janitor," I said, still in disbelief.

"Exactly!" Eddie said. "Who would think that the guy mopping the floor and scrubbing the toilet would be the one watching your every move?"

It actually made perfect sense. Brady wasn't just trying to get lucky in getting footage of someone stealing. He was doing a job, a secret one, that our employers had charged him with. Was I really that airheaded?

"My job is to keep an eye on all personnel; especially new employees with access to highly lucrative items."

"Like cash in a safe?" I said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Exactly; like cash in a safe," Eddie said.

"Just as I'm sure you're aware, my brother and I actually do a fair amount of business dealings out of state and overseas," Eugene said. "The two of us simply can't keep an eye on everything. That's where Mr. Brady has come in and he's done a fine job too at sniffing out those who have tried to take from us."

Eugene didn't have to say it. How many Brady had actually caught and thrown to the wolves was a mystery, but I could think of two immediately.

"Clint and Daniel?"

"Very good," Eugene cooed.

"Those two were your predecessors. This job that you held was one of our most trustworthy positions. So, it should be easy to understand that we needed to make sure that the person holding it would not do us wrong."

Besides the pictures in my basement room to remind me everyday, I remembered the stories that Brady told the first time I met him face to face; well, with the steel bars of my cage between us. They too had taken from the Brothers, in one form or another. Seeing the Brothers in person, I got a sense of just how serious and threatening they could be.

"Those two were a lot like you in ways. They were good with numbers and dependable in doing the job," Eddie said.

"The one thing we had to test though was their honesty and loyalty," Eugene added.

They went on to divulge a horrible truth; one that connected the three of us together in a manner. The Brothers needed to make sure, beyond a doubt, that one of their most trusted employees would stay as such. While most people have small struggles that they deal with day to day, not everyone has huge financial decisions that would hold their life in the balance. The Brothers took matters into their own hands to make sure that happened.

"Take Daniel," Eddie said. "He was bright and charming, but he never had a knack for the stock market. Yet, that didn't stop him from investing large amounts in hopes of a big payday. Too bad that inside trader tip didn't pan out for him. He too found himself in a peck of trouble."

"And Clint," Eugene added, "Wasn't any better. His free time was spent hitting the casino tables. It was easy to see he thought he was a high-roller. Wouldn't you just know that he was egged into a game of high-risk poker. The cards just didn't fall in his favor."

"Then there's you." It wasn't one of the Brothers, but rather Brady. "You were good at crunching numbers but not at understanding odds. How did that sure-fire tip pan out on that big wager you made?"

The way Brady talked, the way the Brothers looked at me, the similarities between the other two and myself, I was quickly beginning to paint a picture. These were not simply coincidences. There couldn't have been that much bad luck between the three of us.

"You guys planned this. All of this!"

Both the Brothers cracked a smile. Brady stood there with that smirk of his while giving a gentle clap with his hands.

"After a thorough background check was done along with having each of you watched for any sign of unusual or dangers habits, It didn't take long to see a weakness in each of you. One that may potentially come back to bite us," Eugene said.

"So you what? You tricked us into some trap?"

"We did little more than guide each of you," Eugene said. "We simply created an environment that played towards those habits."

"Of course, we had to make it so that those hardy wagers would not pan out. How else would we know how desperate you each would become."

It was a fucking trap! Right from the start, it sounded as if I was going to be tested. Yet, the way it all unfolded, the Brothers couldn't be completely to blame. Sure, a seemingly genuine and harmless gambling tip found its way to me that was orchestrated by the Brothers. Yet, what happened beyond that was my own doing. I wasn't forced to make that wager, but they'd done enough homework on me to know I wouldn't be able to resist. After that, no one suggested to me to take money from their safe; no one held a gun up and forced me to do it.

I had just as much blame.

"Had any of you actually come to us and revealed your problems with honesty and humility, we would have gladly stepped in to help you out of your situation. At that point, trust would have been earned," Eugene told me.

"Yet, you took that little gambling tip and ran with such ease. Clearly you didn't put much thought or consideration into what you were doing; especially when trying to get your way out of that jam," Eddie said.

"That's the ditzy part of her brain," Brady chuckled.

I couldn't help but pick up on the feminine pronoun; something Brady loved to do. The Brothers seemed to have a good laugh at the joke. That got me to thinking...

"If you did all of that, then you must know what hell Brady has put me through," I said, raising my arm and pointing him out.

"Of course we knew," Eddie said.

"Though we can't take the credit for the idea," Eugene added. "We do let Mr. Brady have his own fun with the people he catches stealing."

"And with me, you found your pleasure by turning me into some whore for you?"

"Basically," he answered with a smile. "But don't think you're that special. You're not the only one that was given a choice, you know."

As Brady talked, I remembered back to just a few days after I'd taken the money. An envelope appeared in my mailbox that seemed to come from nowhere. Inside that envelope were the items that started me on my path towards Dafni; a threatening letter to expose me and the evidence that would do so. This, however, was not a unique scenario.

"Both of the others got similar letters with damning evidence to prove I was serious. They were asked to the shady motel and given the same offer. Do you know the difference between them and between you, Dafni?"

"My name isn't Dafni!" I said in a meek, panicked tone.

"Both Clint and Daniel were actually men and refused to be humiliated by turning into some fucking, pathetic sissy."

Did that really happen to them? I tried to imagine them, both unharmed, going to the same motel I'd frequented for many weekends. They were probably just as nervous and scared as I was, not knowing what their blackmailer wanted. I could picture them walking in a room, probably two-eighteen, and finding no one inside. At their first instruction, stripping all their clothes away, they probably took off; not willing to be pushed around in such an embarrassing manner.

Why hadn't I done that? I had been too much of a coward; too weak to run or fight.

"So they refused to play your sick game," I said.

"Yes, they did. Like real men, they weren't going to be humiliated like that, which was their choice. Remember when I told you that you also had a choice, Dafni?"

I had a few different chances to stop what was happening to me starting with my blackmail packet. The initial letter told me that I could run in hopes of getting away. Then the first note at the motel said I could walk out the door, but that action would have consequences. I had a similar option the next day after trapping myself in the cage; to either tell Brady to pound sand or take myself to Roger's. It was the latter that I obviously chose. Each day after that became harder and harder to get away from him. I fell further and further into my slutty persona until there was little left of the actual me.

"I was just trying to get back that money," I said with a catch in my voice. "I never wanted any of that."

"And that was your choice," Brady said with his sneer.

"But I'm afraid that choices are done," Eddie said by the fireplace. There was a menacing look to him as he stood watching me.

"That's right! We got fucked over pretty good from a little thieving twat," Eugene added. "For that, we're going to say what happens next."

I began to get panicky!

"Please sirs! Just let me..."

"What we want now is quite simple. We've heard a great deal about this Dafni. Both of us would love to meet her face to face. I think seeing her in the flesh will do her justice over watching her from surveillance cameras."

A lump caught in my throat. "The cameras?"

"Oh yes! We've watched your transformation from the very early stages. Both Eugene and I have had many moments of joy watching you serve your master."

"It was quite amusing watching you saunter around your own house at the command of Brady and serve him as his maid. You got to be quite good at that position. Probably a better suited place for you rather than behind a desk," Eugene remarked.

"And don't forget her self-studies in the basement. That was also quite enjoyable to watch. I'll have to say you learned to master that trainer dildo," Eddie said.

They had watched me from the very start! Those cameras Brady mounted all over my house, including my dungeon room in the basement, were not all for his eyes alone. They had watched me all over my own house; from walking around in embarrassing girls clothing to downright disgusting acts such as sitting at my dildoed desk and taking my trainer cock down my throat until it exploded in my mouth. Not to mention my sucking Brady off in just about every room. I felt absolutely horrid that I'd had a secret audience to watch my decent into utter humiliation.

"We were quite curious as to just what it took for you to earn all that money back," Eugene added.

"And she's going to show us so in person this time," Eddie demanded.

My heart sank and my gut twisted into a knot. Were they serious? They wanted to meet Dafni; meaning they wanted to meet my dreaded alter ego! It had been almost a week since donning any sort of female attire. There had been no intrusive thongs up my backside or bras that no real man should have needed. There were no tight-fitting dresses or skimpy skirts to show off most of my body. There was no long hair for me to manage or makeup to paint on to my face. The most joyous of all, I didn't have a cage locked on my crotch or those dreaded high heels strapped to my feet. I was a free man and couldn't go back.

I wouldn't go back!

"You've got your money!" I demanded, looking around at what options I had.

To my left was Eugene that could easily reach out and grab ahold of me if I fled towards him. To my right was Eddie by the fireplace. He was a little further away but already on his feet. I doubted I could get around the couch before he could get ahold of me. Lastly was Brady, who was the furthest away but who could easily get between me and the large double doors.

"Let's get this straight, you little cunt," Eugene said with a great, authoritative voice. "You stole from us, which was a huge, fucking mistake. For that, we get to choose what happens and right now we want Dafni to come out and see us. You're going to go get her and make sure she looks stunning. Is that clear?"

"Dafni, don't let that ditzy brain get you in more trouble," Brady said. "I've brought everything you'll need to show these two men you fucked over what a pretty sissy-girl you are. You've already seen your wig," Brady said with a wink. "Don't let them down. Don't let me down!"

Brady, like the whole time he'd been in my life, was two steps ahead of me. He had to have known this was how it would go down with our employers. He knew that I was going to be forced back into Dafni for days now. As for the Brothers, there was no give with them. Why they needed me to slip back into that degrading persona was beyond me. They had their money. What would having me back in drag do for them? It didn't matter. I had to get away from there; from them. When I left my home that was basically stolen from me, I swore never again. I had to do what I should have done the first time Brady contacted me.

I had to run!

Going left had its problems as did going right. Therefore, I decided that my best bet was going to be jumping the couch behind me. As quick as I could move, I jumped up and let my shoes land on the soft and rich material of the sofa cushion. They didn't make contact long as I quickly bounded over the back and landed on the rug beneath. I didn't pause there. My shoes, despite their slick soles, dug into the rug and I bolted towards the door. Through my peripheral vision, I could tell that I was not being immediately followed. I expected to see both the Brothers and Brady barreling towards me like the drunk guys at the motel. Instead, they seemed quite composed. It was almost as if they were letting me get away.

My shoes squeaked as I left the soft material of the rug and landed on the solid, polished floor. The door was just a few feet away. Peeking back over my shoulder, I could see that still no one was advancing towards me. Had I been wrong? Were they just going to let me go; figuring a fight wasn't worth any further humiliation on my part? Could I just make it to my car and be done with all of it?

I decided that I was going to take the stairs, at least for the first few floors. No need in tempting them to come after me by waiting on the elevator; if the damned thing would even work for me without an access key. Pulling the large door open, I started feeling better, safer. I figured I could jump those stairs three at a time on the way down while the Brothers large build and Brady's already wheezing lungs would likely have a hard time keeping up should they try to pursue me. Considering all that, I should have been home free!

And then I hit a wall!

When I say that, it wasn't an actual, physical wall, but one that was just as large and just as immovable; at least by me. The barrier that stopped me stood just outside the door, seeming to anticipate my fleeing. As I bounded back from the collision, I peered up, ever high, into the eyes of the man that had first feminized me.

"Been quite sometime, Dafni. You leaving so soon?"

It was Roger! I had not laid eyes on him since that day where he fitted me in my chastity cage. Before being allowed to depart, I had to give him my first handjob to another guy. The sissy ingrained in me made my eyes drop down to his crotch where I could see the massive bulge contained within his pants.

There was no more greeting from him. He pushed his way inside and I scurried to back away from him. Roger stood in front of the door, blocking me from escape.

"Thank you, Mr. Roger, for your assistance. Is your partner here as well?" Eddie asked. He was still across the room and pouring himself another drink. He was clearly not worried about my escaping.

Roger didn't have to answer and Eddie didn't have to wait. Slipping behind Roger was a woman I thought I'd never have to see again. Eve stopped beside her business partner in a tight black dress. She popped her hip to one side and placed a hand atop it. Around the wrist of that hand, I noticed the leather strap of a leash. The metal chain attached to it became slack as the slave-girl on the other end came around and stopped next to her mistress.

Alyssa!

"Well, Dafni, I assumed that I, with the assistance of my pet here, had trained you to present yourself better," Eve said with a smirk. "Don't worry, my dear. Alyssa is here to help get you ready once more."

Eve, reaching up to the throat of Alyssa, detached the leash from her collar. Alyssa, in her school clothes like most of the times I'd seen her, curtsied. She then sauntered over to where I stood. Anyone else I probably would have bolted from. Alyssa, through some strange connection between us, I didn't want to run from.

"Dafni," she said in a meek tone. Her eyes looked up from the floor and met mine. She stopped right in front of me and I again got a whiff of her perfume. My eyes switched between her deep, green eyes and those luscious, painted lips that had met my own on a few tender occasions. There was still a spark that I felt, but that was from a life I wanted nothing more than to get away from.

"No," I said in a hushed voice, shaking my head. "I'm not her. I'm not Dafni."

Alyssa, stepping even closer to me to the point that her ample bosom began to touch my own budding chest, stared at me deeply. I could see a longing in her eyes. There was a sadness to them that I felt didn't solely belong to my current situation.

"I tried to tell you," she told me. I knew what she was referring to. She had said a few times that Brady might not let me go. Alyssa was a kept slave, unable to control her own life. I fought though the pain and humiliation to keep that fate from becoming my own. It seemed that it had been forced to pan out like that anyways. Was I too short-sighted, too ditzy to see that Brady wasn't done with me?

"No. NO!" I demanded louder. "This is not my life! Dafni is not my life!"

"Now, now. Don't get overly emotional like you girls can get sometimes," Brady chimed in.

He started to walk over to where we stood and I began backing away. This amused him. He chucked a little to himself but stopped in his tracks; like someone trying not to completely scare away a skittish animal.

"Dafni, you are what you are. There's no denying it. You're walking like a girl. You're talking like a girl. And you can take a cock better than most girls. That's something compared to your nothing-of-a-life you used to have."

"I don't give a shit! I'd rather have a miserable life as a guy than any life you'd deem worthwhile as some whore. We had a deal and I held up my end of it! Just let me go. I'll leave in peace and never bother any of you ever again. I just want to be left the fuck alone!"

"Oh Dafni. I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

I looked at Alyssa who had her head down. She didn't have to look at me to know what she was thinking. Alyssa had been right and I simply chose to ignore her. I ignored what I should have seen more clearly the deeper in I got.