Margie started her preparations for today several days in advance. First going to the pharmacy and picking up half a dozen of the prepackage enemas. Then, two days before her appointment, she switched her diet to clear liquids only. The day before her appointment she administered four of the enema, one about every six hours.

Margie, unlike some, actually enjoys a good enema. She still has memories of her first enema as Mike, delivered by his farther, when he was only a few years old. She recalls the image of Mike bent over on the bathroom floor, head and knees on the floor, his tiny bottom in the air, as his loving father armed with a large white porcelain pot with its red hose and bulbous black plastic tip gently invaded his bottom with a large volume of warm soapy water. Dad’s words of encouragement to hold the liquid for as long as he could. The disappointment when inspection of the toilet showed only water and repeating the process in an effort to cure some long forgotten stomach malady. The recollection of this old memory made her feel warm and loved. She often masturbated during her enemas, trying to synchronize her climax with the spasms of her rectum expelling the water to maximize its affect. No time for such play today.

After her enema, a quick shower then twenty minutes on the breast pump, one thing on the schedule that there was no way to speed up. It seemed to be working well though, she no longer needed the silicone breast enhancers to complete the job of filling her bra cups. After carefully transferring the valuable mothers milk to the plastic sleeve and storing it in the freezer she rushed to get dressed and was off to her appointment at the saloon.

The hair removal was coming along nicely. As Sammy had promised Margie was very happy with Elaine’s work. Each session lasted for an hour and Elaine worked on a different area each time giving the previously treated areas time to recover. Thankfully today she was working on Margie’s back, not her face, so Margie could wear her makeup this afternoon to Doc.’s office. As soon as Elaine finished putting on the soothing gel marking the end of today’s session Margie was up and dressing. Back to the apartment to get ready for her appointment at the doctor. Margie wanted the extra time to prepare herself, so she’d look as good as the she did the day she left the saloon, after Sammy perform his magic on her.

First, she administered the last enema. She held the cold liquid inside while she massaged her abdomen, until the pressures built to the point she could wait no longer.

With that task out of the way she jumped into the tub for another quick shower. Once dry she, carefully dusted herself with the fragrant powder that matched her perfume, before slipping on her robe.

She spent a long time sitting in front of the mirror carefully applying her makeup. Using the cosmetics and brushes Sammy had supplied, she carefully brought out the same beauty in her face she had first seen just a week ago.

In the bedroom she had laid out the clothes she had selected to wear. Underneath would be all white: bra, waist cincher with garter belts and panty. Her hose were nude in color, she felt wearing green to match her blouse and skirt would make her look like a leprechaun or one of Robin Hood’s merry men. As a precautions she carefully placed a couple of absorbent pads into the bra, it would be close to her scheduled breast pumping time before she got home. She slipped on black patent high heels and loaded her matching bag before checking herself front and back in every mirror in the house. More than satisfied with her appearance she left for Doc.’s office.

In the elevator at the clinic Margie caught a young black man carefully eyeing her up and down. Margie enjoyed the attention but had never learned to like the look of baggy pants worn low with underwear hanging out the top, that this young man sported.

Reliable as the sun, Benny stood waiting for Margie at the front reception desk. Raising an eyebrow he observed “ I like your new look. What did you think of Sammy?”

“He’s a wonderful little man and a genius with make up and hair. I love him for what he did for me.” Margie confided.

Margie and Benny continued back to the exam room and completed the routine checks. Benny gathered up the milk Margie had brought along with the tubes of blood he had drawn for the lab and prepared to leave.

“Should I go ahead and undress while I wait for Doc ? “ Margie asked, stopping Benny at the door.

“No not today, Doc. will be bringing someone new for you to meet. They should be here soon.” Benny answered as he left the room.

Margie stood wondering who this new person was, what he was willing to do to help her and what favor would be required from her as payment. There was a soft knock on the door, as Doc. entered holding the door open for the woman he was escorting.

As they entered, Doc. greeted Margie “Hello Margie, I’d like to introduce you to Ellen. Ellen this is the young lady I was telling you about.”

Margie crossed the room hand extended to greet Ellen. As Ellen firmly gripped Margie’s hand both women closely scrutinized the other. Ellen was a tall, thin older woman. Her hair was jet black and pulled back into a bun. Her face was pale, made to look more so by her heavy black eye liner, very red lipstick and the retro black cat’s eye glasses she wore. Here dress was gray with long sleeves and a hem that hung well below her knees. Its collar rose straight up against her neck, like a priest’s collar, with a square notch in front for the zipper that ran down the dress. She wore black hose and shoes, with very high heels and carried a large cloth bag.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Margie trying to be cheerful and pleasant.

“It’s nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from Doc.” Ellen replied coldly.

“Ellen is with the Social Security Office here at the Federal building and has offered to help get you a social security number and card” Doc. injected.

“Hold on Doc.” Ellen said sternly, correcting Doc.’s statement, “ I said I could help if this girl proves to be worthy of my assistance”

“I’ll just leave, so you two will have a chance to get to know each other better” Doc. speaking sheepishly as he backed from the room locking and closing the door behind him.

“So you’ll know the value of what I offer, let me explain what I do and can do for you” Ellen speaking as she walks around Margie, giving her a head to toe inspection. “I am a fraud investigator at the Social Security Office. This gives me full access to all the master computer records. You won’t just get a card and a number, I’ll provide a complete file with a working history and tax records. Everything necessary to qualify for benefits in the future should you want them.”

“Sounds complicated, how are you able to fabricate so much information?” Margie asks.

“I don’t generate the information, I search the records for someone that is a match for your age, gender and desired occupation; that has recently died an untimely death, car wreck whatever. Then with my level of access I simply insert your name and reactivate the account. It’s virtually impossible to detect.”

“And what do you want from me?” asked Margie.

Ellen speaking sternly with disdain “You will address me as Mistress Ellen while I conduct an inspection of you and tests to see if you are worthy of my time and help.”

After quickly thinking over the offer and its value to her Margie replied “Yes, Mistress Ellen.”

Ellen paced slowly around Margie two more times before stopping. She stood directly in front of Margie, who remained motionless. Ellen reaches out and unbuttons Margie’s blouse and pulls it off laying it on the counter. Ellen then unhooks Margie’s bra and tosses it on the counter with the blouse. She closely exams Margie’s breast. She grips a breast close to Margie’s chest and pinches the soft flesh between her thumb and fingers. She squeezes as she drags her fingers down to the nipple. As she pinches the dark pink sensitive skin a few drops of milk drip into her hand. Margie draws a breath reacting to the discomfort but remains silent.

“I see you’ve let Doc. turn you into a cow.” Ellen hisses in Margie’s face but Margie remain silent and still.

Ellen pulls down Margie’s dress and allows it to fall to the floor, the fabric pooling around Margie’s feet. After pulling Margie’s panties down to her ankles, Ellen orders “Step out of these and spread your legs.”

Margie carefully lifts her feet one at a time as Ellen pulls her panties past her ankles and over her shoes. Ellen gathers the clothes on the floor and tosses them onto the counter before returning her attention to Margie standing silently with her leg spread. Ellen reaches between Margie’s legs and pulls down the once carefully tucked flesh.

“Here is what makes you an aberration and a freak” Ellen tightly griping the sensitive finger of flesh and the empty scrotum in her hand as she pulls Margie closer to yell in her face. Margie remains silent standing in the center of the room now strip down to only her waist cincher, stockings and high heels.

Ellen released her grip on Margie and picked her large cloth bag from the floor moving over to the counter where she carefully set down the bag. She reached up to her collar and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress. She stepped out of the gray dress and folded it before laying it on the counter. Underneath she wore a black bra that was cut so that it encircled each breast and cupped it underneath but was left open on top exposing the nipples and presenting the soft pink flesh as if on a tray. Her black lace topped, thigh high stockings where held in place by a small black lace garter belt. She wore no panties, her triangle of black curly hair the only cover for her womanhood. She turned to face Margie, placing her hands on the counter behind her for support as she leaned back and said, “On your knees bitch! Show me you know how to pleasure your mistress.”

Margie moved in front of Ellen and slowly lowered herself to her knees. She buried here face in Ellen’s crotch. Putting her hands behind Ellen’s thighs she pulled Ellen’s body into her eager mouth. Kissing, sucking and licking Margie hunted for that hidden button that would unleash Ellen’s passion. As Margie worked deeper beneath the black curly hair down to the pink wet flesh below, she felt a small tremble in Ellen’s leg as she sucked in the flesh deep into her hot wet mouth. She moved carefully as she kissed the area deeply as she stabbed with her tongue. Again she felt the small tremble in Ellen’s leg telling her she was on target. She sucked the flesh in as deep as she could and held it as she felt Ellen’s knee buckle, weaken by the wave of pleasure that swept over her body.

Ellen hand instinctively went to the back of Margie’s head, pressing the younger woman’s face down against trying to force that explosion of pleasure, the release that would drain all the day’s tension from her body.

Margie knowing she was in the right place took a deep breath and expelled it through her closed wet lips forcing them to vibrate against Ellen’s swollen clitoris. Ellen’s arms turn to rubber bands as she fought to remain standing as her body melted from the waves of heat pulsing from her groin.

“Oh, oh, oh! I’m cuming “ she cried, as Ellen vagina gushed hot sticky liquid onto Margie’s face again and again until it ran down her face and onto her chest.

Margie was relentless, lapping up as much of the sticky juices as she could as she continued with her face still buried deep in Ellen. Ellen knew she would faint if she allowed this young cannibal to continue. Summoning up all her energy she could find, she pushed Margie away and turned to brace herself against the counter until she able to catch her breath and re-gather her composure.

Margie sat on the floor, her hair pasted to her forehead, her lipstick smudged and her chin and neck down to her chest shiny and sticky with Ellen’s love juices. Thinking to herself, if this was the test I ought to have made an A.

Ellen recovered her composure and resumed her domination facade as she reached into her bag saying “I can see that I’ll need to keep you under positive control, he-bitch.”

Margie watched from the floor as Ellen reached into her large cloth bag pulling out what looked like a couple of pairs of handcuffs. They were not identical one set seemed larger and had a long chain between the cuffs.

“Get up, I haven’t finished with you yet” Ellen ordering Margie to her feet.

Ellen took the leg irons with their long chain and clamped them to Margie’s ankle. The shiny metal clicking loudly as the circle of steel ratcheted closed around the young girl’s legs.

“Spread your legs as far as you can” Ellen ordered. “Now bend over and put your hands as far back between your legs as you can.”

Margie complied as instructed. Ellen clamped the cuff on one wrist before passing its chain around the leg iron’s chain stretched between Margie’s leg. Once Margie’s second hand was clamped in the remaining cuff she was held by the chains in her bent position. Ellen took time to enjoy the sight of the helpless she-male bent over and exposed with no possible escape, her legs spread wide, head down and ass out.

With Margie trapped in chains, Ellen turns back to her large bag of tricks and takes out a pair of long purple rubber gloves. Ellen carefully dons the gloves, pulling them until they stretch from her finger tips to above her elbows. Ellen dips back into her bag with both hands lifting out a large blue can of Crisco vegetable shortening.

After peeling back the plastic cover of the large blue can, Ellen dipped her gloved hand into the creamy white grease picking up a handful which she transferred to Margie’s exposed anal cleft. Ellen moved her hand slowly and deliberately between the mounds of warm flesh not rushing to her ultimate target. The heat of Margie’s body quickly turned the heavy grease to a slick oily liquid as Ellen hand slide up and down the anal cleft spreading the opening until her fingers were rubbing against the rosebud of Margie’s ass.

Ellen rubbed a single finger back and forth across the clinched muscle coaxing it to relax and open for her entry. Margie was enjoying the careful attention her ass was receiving, so it took little encouragement for her body to allow Ellen’s first finger to dip inside her. After her index finger had penetrated as deep as it could Ellen withdrew her hand to dip it back in the blue can for a fresh new heavy coating. When the gloved finger reentered Margie it slipped easily all the way in and began pumping in and out. It was soon joined by a second and then a third finger stretching the opening as it found its way in with its partners. Ellen skillfully rotated her hand as her fingers dipped in and out, dilating the opening. With her thumb carefully tucked between her finger she formed the head of the spear that would pierce deep into Margie’s body. Ellen could feel the pelvic bone marking the limit on one side of the opening and rotated her hand and pressed to find more space to pass through.

Margie could feel her body stretching to the point where it could soon tear and was thankful that Ellen did not have a larger hands. An animal like grunting sound escaped Margie’s lips as, finally she felt the knuckles, the thickest part of Ellen’s hand, slip through the tightly stretched ring.

Ellen knew the opening would instinctively shrink back quickly if not trained to stay open, so she continued to pump in an out with the widest part of her hand until she met no further resistance. Ellen pulled her gloved hand back and dipped it to the bottom of the blue can of cooking grease, picking up a handful of the lubricant before returning it to Margie’s wide open awaiting bottom.

Margie felt Ellen pushing the heavy lump of grease deep into her now funnel shaped anus. The heat of her body and the friction of Ellen’s hand quickly turned the thick goo to a slick oil that trickled down inside her, preparing the way for deeper invasion by Ellen.

Ellen knew that someone must have warned the little slut. It was obvious when she got this deep into her body without encountering any fecal obstructions, which was fine with Ellen she didn’t particularly like it when it got really messy. Ellen’s hand easily enter Margie’s well lubed body and entered to her wrist. Ellen spread her fingers as she pulled back on each stroke spreading open the living tube and preparing it for deeper penetration.

Ellen was a proficient invader only going as fast as her victim’s body would permit. She was surprised that the young she-male had, except for that one deep grunt she gave, remained silent and hadn’t attempted to move away to escape her invader.

Margie’s leg’s and back ached from her bent and confined position. It had taken some time for Ellen to spread and open Margie’s colon for her entry. Margie had never felt anything this deep in her body and she liked it.

Ellen’s purple glove had disappeared inside Margie as she was now up to her elbow and could go no deeper. She had not been able to extract any pleas for mercy from her new bitch slave. Ellen pulled her arm back until only her hand remained inside. She balled her hand into a fist and began pumping it in and out increasing her speed as the hot slick tunnel adjusted to this new thrusting.

Margie felt her prostate being pummeled like a boxing bag as Ellen’s fist rolled over Margie’s sexual speed bump again and again. Her last piece of man flesh began to swell, as it bobbed its head up and down with each new impact.

Ellen saw the little penis swelling and twitching as if smelling the air in search of a place to plunge into for release. It continued to grow, changing color from pink to deep purple as the slack skin of the empty scrotum disappeared into the base of the swelling shaft. Its distended blue veins pulsing, driven by the strokes of Ellen’s fist.

Margie was on the edge of exploding, when suddenly Ellen stopped opened her hand and carefully pulled herself free of Margie’s body.

“Don’t stop now!” Margie cried out. “Please, please! Don’t stop” Margie pleaded.

Ellen raised up, stretching her long frame like a cat, before leaning back against the counter to watch the crying he-bitch plead for her return. “Pleasure your Mistress first” Ellen command spreading her legs and thrusting her hips forward.

With tiny steps the hobbled Margie slowly turned herself toward Ellen and again buried her face into the mass of curly black hair now sticky with Ellen’s dried love juices. Margie kissed and licked until she heard Ellen’s low moans. As Ellen’s clitoris swelled Margie’s lip’s encircled it and sucked it as deeply into her hot wet mouth as she could. Margie hummed as she kissed and sucked the swollen button.

Ellen’s leg went lip as her arms struggled to keep her body pressed against the hot young girl’s mouth. Ellen felt as if she was about to pee as she grabbed a handful of Margie’s hair and pressed her face between her legs until she gushed and gushed. Her cum flowing all up and down the young girl’s face.

Satisfied Ellen moved behind Margie and pushed her against the cabinets beneath the counter top. “Brace yourself” Ellen warned just before making a fist and punching Margie in the center of her anal cleft. Margie lunged forward against the cabinet almost losing her footing and falling. Ellen pressed the clinched fist against the now closed opening forcing it to open and permit entry to the irresistible force. Once back inside the warm tunnel she resumed the pumping that Margie had plead for.

Margie felt her male finger of flesh stiffen, growing so hard it seemed about to break free of its own skin. Then bucking up and down it pumped it’s hot steamy fluid out with such force that it could be heard as it spattered on the floor, flowing into a large thick pool. Even after it was drained the purple headed horse continued to buck up and down until Ellen slowly withdrew her hand.

Ellen watched as the spent little bitch slowly crumpled, exhausted to the floor. Ellen’s gloves turn inside out as she pulls them down her arms and throws them in the trash along with the empty blue can. She removes the handcuffs and leg irons from Margie and returns them to her evil bag of tricks. She stepps into her grey dress and zips up the front. Picking up her cloth bag, she kneels to place a kiss on Margie’s forehead, then stands and walks from the room.

The door burst open as Doc. and Benny rush into the room to tend Margie. Doc. checks Margie’s pulse and finds it beating fast, but strong and steady. Benny cradles Margie’s head in his lap as they continue to tend the fallen girl.

As Margie comes back around, her first question is “What did Mistress Helen say”

“She said you were a fine young girl and she’d be glad to help you anyway she could” Doc. related his brief conversation with the stern lady. “Then she said you might need our assistance and left the clinic.

After assuring themself that Margie would be OK, Doc. and Benny help her to her feet and lead her to the adjoining bathroom to clean up and dress.

“What about your tests for today?” Margie asked.

“We’ll reschedule for later in the week” Doc. assures her. “Your to weak for us to have a successful results today. Don’t worry, just get home safe and get some rest.”

Doc. left Benny to tend Margie. After a long hot shower and eating a power bar Benny had brought her Margie felt restored enough to dress and go home.

As she prepared to leave the office Benny shows up with a brown paper bag of new meds and a strange warning. “Get plenty of rest, the tests that Doc. has in mind.” Benny pauses.

“What about them, Benny?” Margie asked urgently .

“Let’s just say, you could find them even more strenuous and trying than today” Benny replied in a whisper.

Margie left for home wondering what new experience awaited for her in the upcoming week.