Chapter Four

“Well, well, well. Look who’s been a naughty girl.” Kennedy froze like a deer in headlines as he turned around and stared at the imposing figure standing in the doorway. There was a tense silence as the large, intimidating figure of Vincent Russo stood before the feminized man, his expression totally neutral and unwavering.

Kennedy eventually managed to regain his motor abilities and timidly tottered to a leather bondage table, using the furniture to prop himself upright. The one man Kennedy hated above all others stood between him and his exit. Vincent was the target of Kennedy’s original story, and the very reason he stood in the Russo manor looking like a bubblegum bimbo. Part of Kennedy wanted to lunge toward the mob boss and take his chances, but he knew that would be a death sentence. He needed to play this coy.

“Is someone being a snooping bitch?” Vincent’s deep baritone filled the pink-haired undercover journalist with dread. Some people could terrify you to your core simply with their commanding voice, and the 56-year-old patriarch fit that bill. “And what exactly are you looking for up here?” He asked the terrified nanny.

Kennedy parted his glossy pink, plump lips and gasped. He knew that one wrong word could be the end of the road for him, and he needed to select his following sentence carefully. He had only been undercover in the Russo manor a few days and had already found himself in a life-or-death situation.

The young-looking pink-haired beauty cleared his throat and gently apologized. “Oh my gosh, like, I am totally sorry, Mr. Russo!” Kennedy gasped at the exaggerated panic in his own bimbo voice. Somehow, it felt even more humiliating to be unable to talk like a regular human being in the presence of such a powerful figure.

“Oh gosh, so like, I was totally by myself, and I was like mega curious about what was up here.” Kennedy figured a half-truth would be the best method to take. If he was caught in a blatant lie, there would be no coming back. “Like, I super didn’t mean to like make you mad or anything. I pinky promise I won’t, like, ever do it again. I’m totally sorry!” His words made him nauseous, but the lack of emotion on the gray-haired man’s face was even more alarming.

Vincent took drawn-out, determined steps toward the scared little bimbo. The Russo leader had a reputation for striking fear into his enemies, and his allies for that matter, and every step he took felt like a nail in Kennedy’s coffin.

Vincent continued walking until he was face to face with the diminutive bimbo frame of the undercover journalist, prompting Kennedy to press his spandex-covered ass against the side of the bondage bed. Kennedy’s eyes widened when the mob boss placed his large, calloused hands around his slim wrists and moved them behind the beauty’s back. Kennedy didn’t resist, but the simple act reminded the feminized man of how precarious his situation was. He felt weak inside the tiny frame, and the large man before him could likely break his arm with one singular motion.

Kennedy felt the cool metal of a foreign object brush up against his wrist, and an ominous click reverberated around the room. His beautiful blue eyes widened in surprise, but before the bimbo could react, a second click was heard, and his other wrist was cuffed, trapping his arms helplessly behind his back.

Kennedy tested the cuffs. They were connected by a hinge and didn’t allow much movement. There was no protective material around each cuff and the exposed metal dug into his wrists, confirming the futility of trying to escape the bondage. Vincent carefully caressed Kennedy’s chin, lifting it up and forcing the feminized man to stare into his dark eyes. “Like, oh my god, Mr. Russo, I like totally mumphhh…” The pink-haired journalist tried to plead his case before a large, glossy red ball was wedged between his teeth, preventing him from completing coherent sentences.

There were a series of black leather bands attached to the ball, creating a harness. Vincent skillfully wrapped two straps around the gagged bimbo’s head before pulling another band over his head. The band pulled over his pink-haired head and formed an upside-down V just above Kennedy’s nose, and as the intimidating man tightened the buckles behind the cuffed beauty’s head, Kennedy felt the gag sink further inside his mouth, securing it firmly in place. Finally, the mob boss buckled a strap under his victim’s chin, securing it entirely in place. Kennedy attempted to force his tongue against the invading plastic, but it was wedged firmly in place. The gag was so large that Kennedy felt his jaw start to ache within moments.

The imposing Russo boss cupped Kennedy’s chin again and grinned at the helpless sight of the bimbo in his dungeon. Vincent’s smirk prompted the feminized man to shudder; did the mob boss know who he really was? “I believe you,” Vincent spoke, although did little to calm the undercover man down. Was the large man playing with him?

Vincent stepped back before reaching for a chain dangling from the ceiling. He pulled it towards his gagged companion and clipped it to a D ring attached to Kennedy’s handcuffs. The Russo patriarch strolled over to a nearby support beam and pushed a button on the connected panel.

Kennedy suddenly felt the chain tug on his cuffs and force the spandex-wearing bimbo to totter forward in his impractical heels toward the center of the room. Once in the middle of the dungeon, the chain continued to pull upwards, forcing Kennedy’s arms up toward the ceiling and requiring him to bend at the waist. Once the gagged undercover man was bent forward and unable to stand upright, Vincent pressed the button again, and the chain halted, keeping him in a precarious strappado position.

Kennedy tried to find balance on his stiletto heels and barely noticed his foe approach him until a large hand roamed over his propped-out rear. The pink-haired pigtailed man’s eyes widened. “Muphhh,” he groaned out in his lullaby soprano. The hand disappeared from his spandex-clad ass, but Kennedy had no time to feel relieved as a separate chain connected to the back of his gag. Vincent pulled the chain back harshly before attaching it to the handcuffs. The result forced Kennedy to look directly ahead, unable to drop his pretty head or turn his head from side to side. “Even though I believe you, you have still been a bad girl,” Kennedy’s heart raced as the crime boss spoke. “You need to be punished.”

“Unghh mphhh,” Kennedy helplessly pleaded with his body contorted uncomfortably and his mouth wedged wide open, leaving him vulnerable and entirely at the mercy of the imposing man.

With his son’s new nanny helplessly bound and gagged, Vincent slowly drifted over to the tall, covered cage Kennedy had been caught investigating when the mob boss entered the room. He caressed the smooth polyester material of the black cloth before turning back to the bound beauty. “You seemed to take an interest in this cage here.” Vincent spoke, “Do you want to know what happens to naughty little girls who cross me and my family?”

Kennedy’s eyes widened when the mob boss finished speaking and ripped off the black cover, revealing a beautiful redheaded woman trapped inside the cage. There was a black collar wrapped around her neck with a nametag that Kennedy couldn’t read. The woman was wearing a wide metal ring gag, forcing her mouth open, with a stream of drool landing on her bare breasts. The breasts themselves were impressive, round, and uplifted, possibly a DD cup, with silver barbell piercings in each nipple. The black underbust corset wrapped around her waist helped to prop her chest up and make her boobs appear even larger. Her arms were nowhere to be seen as they were confined inside a strict black leather armbinder, with the straps crisscrossing between her breasts. She wore a black leather chastity belt over her groin and ass. Kennedy couldn’t see, but two phallic plugs were trapped inside the bound woman’s pussy and asshole.

Finally, the poor redhead wore the highest heels Kennedy had ever seen. They must have been at least 8” tall, with no platform, and forced the woman to perch herself on her tiptoes. The footwear was eloquently laced, and the boot reached all the way up to the woman’s knees.

While the helpless appearance of the caged woman was alarming, it was not the reason Kennedy widened his blue eyes in terror. He had seen this woman before. He had slept with this woman before. In fact, the bound prisoner was the source of the very information that put him in his current predicament. The gagged, transformed man stared at his former lover and unwitting accomplice, Alyssa Scaletti.

The FBI had assumed Alyssa was dead and buried after Vincent discovered his former personal assistant had been the one to disclose his criminal secrets to the local journalist, which ultimately led to his arrest and trial. Staring at the bound and gagged redhead, Kennedy wondered if she would have been better off six feet in the ground.

Kennedy’s former lover looked just as he remembered her, except for the terrified look inside her perfect sky-blue eyes. Her breasts had definitely been enhanced. Kennedy had seen her tits a million times, and they never looked as large and round as they did inside that cage.

Vincent took a small key from his pocket and removed the padlock keeping the cage secure. He opened the metal bars and reached in, clipping a black leather leash to the bound redhead’s collar. The mob boss tugged firmly and forced the woman to stumble out of the cage, barely succeeding in staying on her severely high-heeled feet.

The large man clicked his fingers, and Alyssa obediently sunk to her knees. Kennedy was forced to stare ahead and examine his former lover’s body. She didn’t appear to have any bruises, but it was clear something had been done to her to enforce obedience. Vincent clicked his fingers again, and Kennedy watched in horror as the kneeling woman sunk lower and began using her tongue to clean the mob boss’ black boots.

Vincent grinned and looked back at the gagged nanny. “This little bitch used to be my assistant,” he started. “She couldn’t keep her legs closed and aired my dirty laundry to the first man who would listen.” Alyssa continued to lick the man’s boot, although she was clearly listening to the story of her own demise. “Unfortunately, that man turned out to be a local journalist who went running to the cops. It wasn’t long before I figured out what she did.” Kennedy shuddered; that wasn’t what happened at all. The journalist didn’t run to the cops; he just wanted to write a story that would earn him some notoriety.

The large man continued, “When I finally get my hands on that son of a bitch, he will be in for a much worse fate than this little slut here.” Kennedy shuddered, the Russo boss’ words filling him with both dread and relief. It was apparent Vincent didn’t know the pin-haired bimbo’s true identity. Still, the ominous threat left the bound and gagged undercover journalist terrified. Vincent had no idea how close he was to vanquishing his problems in one fell swoop.

Kennedy was forced to watch the captured redhead clean her former boss’ boot with her tongue and listen to the intimidating man reinforce his message. “Once little Alyssa here has completed her training, she will continue to work for the family, only not in the same position she previously held.” The gray-haired man grinned. “She will have to take a substantial pay cut, but there is free room and board.” Vincent chuckled at his own joke before clicking his fingers again, prompting the redhead to cease cleaning his boot and return to her kneeling position.

The mob boss looked down at the defeated, obedient redhead, grinning at her helpless situation before turning his attention to his son’s new nanny. Kennedy fidgeted on his stiletto heels as the dominant man drew closer and ran his pudgy fingers along the bound journalist’s back. “Mmrpph,” Kennedy cried out in alarm when those fingers ran down his spine and tugged on the hem of his tight spandex dress, pulling it up, revealing his creamy plump ass and lacy white g-string.

“Shhh,” Vincent commanded, lightly stroking the bare flesh of his captive’s rear before setting his hand up and delivering a loud, firm smack to Kennedy’s bare ass. The transformed man thrashed his head about, but the chain kept him firmly in place, forced to stare directly at his kneeling former lover as Vincent delivered another blow to his firm creamy butt.

“Mmphh!” Kennedy couldn’t help but scream out in muffled moans of desperation as his nemesis continued to strike the pink-haired bimbo’s ass at a steady rhythm, not giving the undercover journalist a chance to recover. After approximately twenty spanks, the large man finally relented, gently caressing Kennedy’s freshly colored butt cheeks.

Kennedy stood on his 5” stiletto heels, staring at the former personal assistant as Vincent rummaged for something out of sight. Alyssa’s eyes were downcast, and she certainly hadn’t recognized the man she had shared a bed with several times over the last few months. How would she identify him? Kennedy had been transformed and disguised beyond all recognition. Everything about him had been altered to fit his new role to protect his identity, and that included his own personality, thanks to the immoral works of Dr Foster.

Vincent returned and stood directly behind the helpless nanny. Kennedy’s eyes widened when the large man tugged on his g-string and pushed it nonchalantly to the side. “Mmphhh!” His alarm turned to terror when two icy fingers slid inside the feminized man’s asshole, covering it in cool lubricant. Kennedy shuddered, was this man actually going to fuck his ass? The mere thought spooked him, and Kennedy began to struggle against the cuffs forcing him into his current position.

Vincent smacked his helpless victim’s ass harshly, causing Kennedy to cry out. “Stop struggling and relax,” The commanding man directed. Kennedy knew he couldn’t fight in his current position and would just have to accept whatever came his way. Closing his eyes, the feminized man bit down on the gag as a cold metal instrument began pushing inside his tight hole. In reality, the plug Vincent was fitting inside his victim was not particularly large, but it felt massive inside his rectum.

With a bit of twisting, Kennedy gasped when the metal buttplug sucked inside him, uncomfortably filling his ass. After a gentle spank on his victim’s tender asscheeks, Vincent slipped the g-string back into position and pulled Kennedy’s dress back down.

The intimidating mob boss stepped in front of Kennedy’s bent-over body, crouching down so the pink-haired, gagged bimbo could see his face. “You’re new to this family, but you already have one strike,” he warned the undercover journalist. “I will allow you to continue working for my son, but I will be keeping an eye on you.” Kennedy shuddered; how was he supposed to gather more intel if his target was already suspicious of him?

The wideset boss fished his phone out of his pocket and began tapping away. “Now, if you ever feel this sensation…” the man tapped again, and Kennedy mewled out pleadingly. The plug inside his ass started vibrating, pulsing relentlessly inside of him. “…that means that I have summoned you. You will immediately stop whatever you are doing and seek me out.” The large man pressed another button, and the vibrations halted, leaving Kennedy in shock. “You’re not to remove the plug unless you are using the bathroom. If I discover otherwise, you’ll receive no more second chances. Do you understand?” The gray-haired man sounded hostile and threatening, but Kennedy attempted to nod his pink-haired head despite his restricted movement.

Vincent’s tone shifted, and he smiled. “I think I’ve made myself clear.” He said before unhooking the chain, forcing Kennedy’s head to stare forward. The feminized man cranked his neck up and down, and Vincent strolled over to the chain’s control panel and pushed a button, allowing the tether to descend. Kennedy slowly positioned his busty body upright, with his hands still helplessly bound behind his back.

The mob boss took out a key and unlocked his son’s nanny from his confining cuffs, a faint outline of the metal still etched into his wrists. “Get out of here,” he said, towering over the diminutive figure even as the pink-haired bimbo stood in his 5” heels. “I never want to see you up here again without my permission. Now shoo.”

Kennedy didn’t need any further prompting. He tottered out toward the exit as fast as his platform shoes would allow him, the click-clacking of the stilettos echoing around the room. The feminized man didn’t even stop to ungag himself before he ran out of the room, hurrying to his new bedroom as Vincent was left alone with his backstabbing redheaded slave.

❖

Kennedy managed to ungag himself and spend the rest of the evening in his room. He heard the rest of the Russo family return home. However, his experience inside the makeshift dungeon still haunted him, and he needed time to regather his thoughts.

In his male body, Kennedy thought of himself as a resilient man. He had taken rejection after rejection from potential sexual conquests, he had received numerous beatings from street thugs, and his street-smart talking was able to get him out of a pinch a time or two. Nothing, however, would have prepared him for the experience of being bound and gagged, displayed as a busty bimbo, and having your ass invaded by a foreign object. That object was still uncomfortably wedged between his butt cheeks, a constant reminder of the torment he had just gone through. Despite his recent experiences, Kennedy decided to call it a night. The plug inside his ass made it difficult for the transformed man to drift off to sleep, but the exhaustion of the last couple of days was enough to knock him out.

Eight hours later, he awoke with a startled gasp. He had dreamed about Alyssa and her recent torment. She was being tortured for more information, and she started crying out Kennedy’s name, only she wasn’t using his real name. As she was interrogated, Alyssa repeated the name Kennedy had been forced to adopt: Suzie. Did she know who he really was? As his heart raced, he awoke in a sweat, panting heavily but thankful that he was only experiencing a bad dream. His identity was safe.

Kennedy spent an hour getting ready for the day, allowing his new mental conditioning to take over. Staring at himself in the mirror, he wore a plain pastel pink t-shirt with the word ‘Barbie’ written across the front in her traditional font, tucked into a pair of white booty shorts. His pink hair was displayed in the same ridiculous pigtails Kayla had given him yesterday. She was correct; the base of his tails was set like ceramic, and Kennedy was stuck with a hairstyle no self-respecting woman would be seen with.

His makeup was toned down, although his dark eye makeup and glossy lips still looked like he was ready for a night out. It was the most casual he had looked since the transformation. He instinctively reached for a pair of 4” white block heels and fastened them to his feet. He wondered if he could remember how to walk in flats once he transformed back into his regular body.

Despite wanting to hide in his room all day, he heard the chatter downstairs and knew he had to show himself. He was being ‘paid’ to work, and Kennedy’s new boss likely wouldn’t be too pleased if he kept himself shacked away.

He tentatively descended the stairs, hoping Vincent had already left the house. The plug moved uncomfortably inside his ass as he strode toward the source of the chatter in the living room. Stepping inside, Kennedy was relieved to find Vincent was nowhere to be seen. The feminized man saw his new boss, Dominic, and the Russo matriarch, Maria, crowded around someone sitting on the sofa.

Dominic turned his head and grinned, striding towards his newest employee. “Suzie, just in time. There’s something I would like you to meet.” Kennedy’s face automatically contorted into a smile as he was silently led over to the couch.

Kennedy’s eyes landed on a young girl sitting on the sofa, her dark blond hair pulled back into cute pigtails that bounced with every movement. The six-year-old had a sweet, round face adorned with big green eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Her button nose and rosy cheeks gave her an innocent look.

The child was dressed in a cute yellow dress with a floral pattern, her tiny feet tucked neatly under her. The girl sat up straight with her hands folded in her lap, looking up at the transformed man excitedly. A toothy grin spread across her face, revealing a gap where one of her front teeth was missing.

“Suzie, this is my daughter, Abby.” Dominic smiled down at the young girl with a loving expression Kennedy had never seen from him before. “Abby, I’d like you to meet someone very special. This is Suzie, and she will be looking after you.”

Kennedy took the initiative and outstretched a hand, “Oh my gosh, like, Hi, Abby! It’s like totally awesome to meet you!” The pink-haired man rued his own speech. He couldn’t even speak like an average person when communicating with a child.

Abby jumped off the sofa and began circling the new nanny. Kennedy had no idea why he was suddenly so nervous, but being appraised and judged had put him on edge. The blond-haired child halted in front of Kennedy, placing a hand on her chin and looking the undercover journalist up and down. After a tense moment of silence, Abby finally spoke. “I like this one, Daddy. She’s like a real-life Barbie doll.” The little girl giggled and hugged her new minder.

Kennedy felt a wave of relief rush over him. He had no idea why he was so nervous about receiving the kid’s approval, but the undercover journalist figured it was part of the hypnotic conditioning he had received at the clinic. In reality, Kennedy hated children, and the idea of looking after one full-time filled him with dread. He had to keep reminding himself that childminding was not the actual objective. He would be free once he found enough dirt to put this rotten family away for good.

Dominic clapped his hands together with glee. “I knew you would like her,” he told his young daughter. “Now, head upstairs and unpack. I’ve left you a present up there.” He ruffled the little girl’s blond hair.

“Ohh, yay!” Abby exclaimed excitedly, giving her dad and grandmother a hug before rushing out of the room and heading to her bedroom.

“You know how to make a good first impression,” Dominic grinned at the busty bimbo before him. “I’ve got a few things to take care of today. Spend a little time getting to know Abby.” He says before heading towards the door with his mother. “I’m sure you two are going to be best of friends. I bet you have a lot in common.” Maria chuckled at his comment, and they both exited the room.

As soon as they left, Kennedy could finally remove the annoying smile from his pretty face. What did Dominic mean? What would he possibly have in common with a six-year-old? Kennedy knew he shouldn’t be so offended. Still, it was another reminder of how he now portrayed himself to the world.

Kennedy picked up the TV remote and turned it on when he noticed his ex-girlfriend, Kayla, walking past. “Bella!” he called out, groaning at his inability to use her old name. It was much safer to refer to her undercover name, but the fact that he instinctively attempted to use her proper name and could not irritated him.

Kayla stopped walking and backtracked into the living room. “Ohh, hey, bimbo.” She nonchalantly responded, absently looking at the phone in her hand.

Kennedy groaned at her response. “Oh my gosh, like, I am so not a bimbo! Ew, no way!” He exclaimed although he didn’t exactly convey the message he wanted to portray.

“Sure, whatever,” Kayla responded, her eyes still drifting to her phone. She appeared to be distant, as though her mind was elsewhere. She had a slightly worried expression in her eyes.

Despite her total transformation, Kennedy still recognized that look from their time together. “Like, what’s wrong? Are you, like, okay and stuff?” He asked her in a bubbly, valley-girl tone.

Kayla looked up and snapped, “Why don’t youse mind your own friggin’ business, ya nosey bitch?”

Kennedy gasped. The hostile response took him by surprise. He parted his full, glossy lips to retort when he heard a high-pitched voice call out from upstairs. “Suzie, come look at what Daddy bought me!”

“Go play with your dolls, Suzie,” Kayla teased her feminized former boyfriend. Kennedy was in two minds but eventually groaned and left to see to his newest charge.

Kayla allowed herself a moment of joy as she watched her frustrated, bimbofied former boyfriend settle into his new life. However, her smile disappeared shortly after he left the room as she peered back down to her phone. Her well-manicured red-nailed fingers unlocked the screen, and she returned to her latest SMS message.

Anxiously, she stared at the most recent message she received from an unknown sender.

Unknown: I KNOW WHO U ARE!

The message terrified her. She had successfully maintained her cover for over three years. Who could have discovered her identity now? Her former handler, Peter Lutz, was found dead a few days ago. Perhaps he had given up her identity before he met his end? Kayla shook her head. Special Agent Lutz was one of the toughest sons of bitches she had ever met. He would take a hundred bullets to the brain before he gave up his intel.

Kayla’s fingers trembled over her device when she heard a voice. “Bella, dear, I didn’t hear you come in.” It was her boss, Maria. The 43-year-old blond matriarch walked over to her stylist and hugged her. Kayla couldn’t hide the worried expression on her heavily made-up face. Maria seemed to notice, “Everything alright, dear? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Kayla nodded and put on a big smile, brushing a strand of her wavy, light blond hair out of her eyes. “Yeah, nah, don’t even worry bout me. I’m totally good.” She confidently responded to the older blond.

Maria smiled widely as though excited to get something off her chest. “Well, good,” she started. “But if something is keeping you down, I know exactly how to perk you up.” She said excitedly. “Come with me. We’re taking a little trip. I got a surprise for you.”

Maria took Kayla by the hand and led her out of the Russo manor. Kayla was nervous. After receiving that ominous message, a surprise was the last thing she needed. Did Maria know something? Maria was an open book, and Kayla knew how to read people. If her client knew anything about her true identity, Kayla would have caught wind of it by now. Erasing any negative thoughts from her mind, Kayla allowed the mob boss’ wife to steer her towards Maria’s car. They both entered the flashy sports car, and Maria drove off toward Kayla’s ‘surprise.’

❖

Maria Russo parked her red Porsche in a parking garage in the Lower Chelsea district of Atlantic City. Kayla looked at the woman quizzically, but Maria smiled and remained silent, exiting her sports car and prompting her stylist to follow suit.

The two ladies walked a short distance in the upmarket neighborhood until they reached a small sports bar on the corner of Sunset & Portland. When it became apparent Maria was heading inside the bar, Kayla stopped in her tracks. “I dunno, Maria. I ain’t exactly dressed for boozin’ right now, ya know?”

Kayla’s retort amused Maria. If anyone was constantly dressed for a night out, it was her Jersey girl stylist. She had known the young blond for over three years and had never seen her in a casual getup. Even now, Kayla sported a tight-fitted bright red crop top and a black PVC miniskirt, which only reached halfway down her upper leg. Her legs were bare, and she wore 4” red stiletto sandals. Most women would wear an outfit like this when pursuing a man, but this feisty blond thought of the outfit as casual loungewear. It was one of Kayla’s most endearing traits, Maria thought.

In reality, Kayla had long ago resigned herself to the fact the mental conditioning Dr Foster placed in her brain wouldn’t allow her to dress more respectably. The character they created was direct and obnoxious but fiercely feminine and attention-seeking. It was pretty much the opposite of Kayla’s true personality. Her mental conditioning ensured she stayed in character and couldn’t slip up, even if it contributed to more than a few humiliating moments.

Kayla followed her salon client into the bar. It was clear the sports bar had not long been open. The staff were still busy removing the stools from the tables and wiping down the bar when the duo walked in. A handful of men were playing pool, and one man already appeared drunk, slouched at the bar while looking up at the latest sports news on one of the many televisions around the premises.

Maria bought a couple of cocktails, and the two women sat at a tall table. Kayla pressed her companion on the promised surprise, but Maria casually dismissed her questions, telling her the surprise was running late. They reminisced on their adventures and mishaps over the last couple of years, telling each other stories they had told a hundred times before. The two blonds drank another two cocktails as the hours ticked by. As she started on drink number four, Kayla felt a buzz begin to kick in.

“Those were better times. You know, if my sons hadn’t been convicted on those bogus charges, I think you’d be my daughter-in-law by now.” Kayla shuddered. She hated it when her client brought up the twins. She was tired of having to pretend how she was so hopelessly in love and how devastated she was when he was found guilty. She put him there after all, and there was no better place for him. “You were just the perfect match.”

Kayla parted her attention-grabbing, glossy red lips. Still, before she could respond, she felt a strong, masculine arm wrap around her body. She immediately turned around to slap the unwanted guest, and her eyes widened in dismay at the grinning face staring at her. “Surprise!” Kayla heard Maria excitedly announce.

“Wha- How?” She couldn’t stop herself from stuttering as her brain processed the image of Alex Russo standing before her. He had been sent away for ten years. Why was he out now? She was hoping never to see his arrogant face ever again.

Alex wasted no time becoming acquainted with the body he had spent the last year fantasizing about. He leaned in close, using one hand to squeeze the generous cleavage of her right breast and the other to caress her left ass cheek. He was unashamedly manhandling her in a public bar. “Miss me, sex kitten?” He asked before leaning in for a long kiss on her inviting red lips.

Kayla was lost for words. Everything was moving so fast. She had worked so hard to remove this condescending, ignorant asshole from her life, and in one fell swoop, he saunters back in. She was furious at the situation, but what made her angrier was the heat burning inside of her when he touched her. Ever since Maria suggested Kayla date her eldest twin two and a half years ago, the hypnosis inside her mind did everything possible to make their relationship a success, including enhancing her libido whenever he was around. It turned out that Alex was a monumental chauvinist who believed that women belonged on their partner’s arms and were useful for little else. Kayla’s mental programming meant that she couldn’t help but reinforce his worldview.

“Oh fuck, baby, I can’t even handle how much I friggin’ missed you! How’d you even escape, huh?” Kayla asked. She wanted to be anywhere but here, but her conditioning wouldn’t allow her to blow her cover.

Alex grinned, licking his lips as he admired the slutty appearance of his blond girlfriend. “I didn’t need to escape, babe,” he said confidently. “Tony paid a lackey to take the fall for me. He confessed to smashing up those two launderettes. He testified that I was nowhere to be seen when we smashed up the Bellamy brothers.” His answer was spoken with such cockiness it made Kayla nauseous. She had worked diligently collecting the evidence to put the twins behind bars, and it was all undone by a fake testimony. “We are still working on springing Stefano out of jail, but we’ll figure it out.” He said, referring to his twin brother.

The Russo twin hugged his mother and settled at the table with a beer, pulling Kayla onto his lap. Kayla stayed uncharacteristically quiet as Alex told stories of his time behind bars.

Maria told her son about the recent developments around the family empire and how his older brother is taking his role more seriously. “Dom just hired a new nanny to look after little Abby,” she said. “I think you’ll like her. She’s just your type.” She laughed lightly.

Alex held Kayla tightly, sniffing the perfume on her neck. “Mmm, I think we all know my type, don’t we?” His hands roamed over the blond’s busty body, acting as though fondling her in public was totally normal. “Anyway,” he said abruptly, pushing Kayla off his lap and wrapping his arm around her waist as he stood behind her. “It’s been well over a year since I got to play with this body,” His words grossed Kayla out, but she felt that familiar warm sensation run over her body. “Do you mind if I take her somewhere a little more private, Mom?”

“Of course not,” Maria replied to her son. “Take your time. I’ll be here when you get back.” She permitted him. Alex led Kayla off without even asking for her opinion. Before she knew it, the younger blond was being pushed inside the men’s restroom.

❖

Alex guided his lady inside the men’s bathroom. Two patrons were busy washing their hands when the two stumbled in. The men stared at Alex and Kayla and grinned, giving the man a nod of respect. The way they stared at the busty blond was anything but respectful. They eyed her up and down like she was some whore looking to satisfy her next john. It made the undercover FBI agent feel dirty and cheap. She was used to men lusting after her since she started her work in this well-endowed sexualized body, but this was different.

Alex bent Kayla over the row of sinks, running his hands over her lower back. “Mmm, I’ve missed that tattoo.” He said, referring to the heart tattoo on her lower back with the words ‘Alex’ written in cursive above it. They had both gotten drunk one night when Alex suggested she get a tattoo with his name on it to prove her loyalty. She struggled to resist his desires and ultimately gave in. Ever since then, the Russo twin joked that he had his girlfriend branded with his name.

He spanked her miniskirted ass before turning her around and pushing her inside a private stall, following her inside. He slammed his Jersey girl conquest up against the stall wall and began kissing her, lifting her top to reveal her beautiful fake breasts.

“Mmm, those lips are delicious,” he complimented her. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I need those cocksucking lips wrapped around my shaft now.” He commanded, pressing down on the blond’s shoulders, forcing her to her knees.

Kayla stared up at him as the man fished his cock out of his pants. She despised sucking cock. She wasn’t a militant feminist, but she did have standards. The idea of pleasuring a man with her mouth without expecting reciprocal action rubbed her the wrong way. It didn’t help that the taste of cock was gross, and the taste of semen was vile.

Still, with his cock in her face, the transformed undercover cop’s programming kicked in. Her lover expected a blowjob, and she was the one expected to deliver it, and with that information, her mouth wrapped around the hard dick.

“Ohh fuck, you have no idea how much I missed this,” he encouraged her, placing his hand on the back of her head. However, she needed no encouragement, and she swallowed his shaft like a champion, pushing him down her throat. The act was humiliating, but the sooner she can bring him to climax, the sooner she can get out of this situation.

“Has anyone told you you were born to suck cocks?” He asked. Her eyes darted upward, only to watch him grin at her. “I was disappointed that you never visited me at the Pen. I figured seeing me behind bars was too much for your pretty heart to take.” He said, thrusting his cock firmly down the blond’s throat.

As Kayla continued servicing his member, the brunette twin continued speaking. “Anyway, as we haven’t spoken for a year. It’s time you and I had a little chat.” He said, prompting Kayla to raise an eyebrow of concern. Alex placed both hands on her head and started pumping faster inside her mouth. “Since your mouth is occupied, I’ll start.” He grinned.

Kayla didn’t like where this conversation was leading, but it was difficult to focus on his words with his dick pulsing down her throat. She muffled an incoherent apology for not visiting him, but he couldn’t understand her words. In truth, she thought about paying her fake boyfriend a visit occasionally, but she believed she would have finished her mission by then and moved on to the next. She never thought she would have to see him again.

“Before I was released, I.. Oh fuck, wait..” He said, and Kayla knew exactly what had distracted him. His cock twitched before he unloaded inside her mouth. He pulled his cock away from her throat, resting it on the entrance to her mouth, ensuring she got the full taste of his seed. “Don’t you dare spit or swallow? Hold it in there until I tell you.” He commanded, his cum filling her mouth.

Kayla desperately wanted to spit the foul gunk out, but something in her mind wouldn’t let her. Her boyfriend had commanded her to hold it in her mouth, and as a good girlfriend, she should comply so she doesn’t break her cover. Her eyes widened. That didn’t make sense. She wasn’t some whore for him to order around to his liking, but nonetheless, she held the cum in her mouth.

Alex smirked down at his slutty girlfriend. He wiped his cummed cock over her bright red lips, enjoying the show she was putting on with her mouth open, his pool of cum still sitting inside. “Mmm, that’s a good girl,” he praised her. It was condescending, and she felt utterly humiliated in her position, forced to continue tasting his cum as she held it in place, but the way he treated her made her pussy twitch.

“As I was saying,” The Russo stood to one side, lifting the toilet seat, and proceeded to urinate in the toilet bowl while Kayla knelt beside him with her mouth full of cum. Once he had finished, he slipped his cock back into his pants and returned his focus to the kneeling beauty. “Before I left jail, I was given some interesting information. Do you want to know what it was?”

Kayla’s heart sank at the sound of his sinister tone. “You can swallow now, by the way,” he instructed, prompting the blond to immediately swallow the salty semen inside her mouth, not wasting a single drop. What did he know? Whatever it was, Kayla knew it wouldn’t be good news for her.

End of Chapter Four