Mr Hunt orders one of his men into the room - Mr Bell, a powerfully built black man, his large hard cock standing out in the thin material of his trousers. He gives me a rough kiss, rubbing his gorgeous manhood against me. Then he walks over to Gillian, stroking her hair. i see her eyes wide with..fear..mixed with lust. Molly is trying to keep her eyes shut. i go over to her. She is getting over seeing her masculinity disappear as i pulled her pretty pink panties  up her legs and imprisoned her little cocky, getting used to the change in the shape of her body with the lovely bra and its restraining straps. She watches with disgust as Bell checks Gillian out, but i can see movement in her panties too.

i kneel down in front of her and open a plastic package, taking out the first stocking. i lift her foot, roll the stocking over it and then smooth it up her legs. i can hear her sigh at the feeling of nylon against nude skin. She will never forget this feeling, will always crave it. As i smooth the stocking up her thigh, my lips "accidentally" brush the front of her panties. She gives a little squeal.

"Shall i stop now, or put the other one on?" i ask. Her eyes beg me to continue, so i roll the second stocking up her leg. She looks at herself in the mirror. i know whats in her mind, that mixture of shame and excitement, the pleasure, the desire to rip the clothes off..the knowledge you can't..

Hunt takes Gillian's cuffs off. "Lets see how you are learning" he says. "Kneel!" There is a moment of hestiation. i walk over and whisper in her ear. "Its better to obey, honey. You are such a pretty girl and its only right to play with the boys. You know its what you want". i encourage her down as she sinks to her knees. Bell stands in front of her.

i take Gillian's hand and place it  on the front of Bell's trousers. "Feel that, isn't it powerful?"

"Take down his trousers, Sissy!" Hunt orders. i move her hands to his waistband, and sure enough she lowers them, gasping as his hard cock springs out in front of her face.

"Touch it" i whisper. Her hand gingerly stretches out, touching..caressing..stroking the cock.

"Give it a kiss" i suggest. She bends forward and kisses the shaft. i have done well in teaching her.

"Now kiss the tip. Thats right" Suddenly she gets an attack of shame and pulls back. Bell knows what to do; he pinches her nose, and as she opens her mouth to breathe, jams his cock inside.  "Now suck", and she starts sucking her first cock as Bell starts to fuck her face. i move the mirror over so she can see what she is doing. i see the familiar hunger in her eyes..she may not admit it yet, but she has surrendered to become a slave to cock, just like me.

Bell comes with a grunt. He pulls out and wipes his cock on her lips. i give her a kiss, tasting his cum on her lips.

 "That was good, wasn't it Gillian?" i ask.

"Y..yes Miss"

"You want more, don't you. Beg for what you want"

"I..I" she is struggling, but gives in to her inner hunger; her lust is simply too strong. "I want to suck more cocks".