Jamie is taken Part 3

he began to look around. He had been so absorbed with his dilemma that

he hadn't really seen where he was. It wasn't just any old street that

Frank had deposited him in. The street was full of sex shops and seedy

strip bars and there were prostitutes everywhere. One particular type of

prostitute in fact. The street was the place for the shemale whores. All

around him were shemales, some very feminine and almost

indistinguishable from real women and some more obviously showing off

what they had once been. Until now they had kept their distance to the

crying slave boy, but now a couple of them moved closer.

"Are you alright honey?" one of the asked Jamie. She was small and

extremely curvy shemale with big tits and long, smooth black hair. She

was wearing a strapless leopard skin dress, clinging to her skin and a

pair of leopard skin stilettos. Her big brown eyes looked concerned and

her full, red lips wore a pout expressing similar sentiment. Jamie

blinked away his tears, but didn't know how to answer at first. Then he

simply said in a tiny hopeless voice: "I don't dare run, but if I stay

he's going to take me away and do terrible things to me." The leopard

skin whore nodded her head as her friend chipped in: "We know honey,

it's hard. If what we've heard about Master van der Graf is true, you're

in a tight spot." As she mentioned Master's name the leopard skin whore

shivered visibly. Her friend, the one who had spoken last, was a huge,

black, muscular shemale. She wore a very short and very tight black

leather mini skirt and a very tight white sweater, accentuating her

truly enormous tits. On her feet were shiny black stilettos. Unlike her

friend in leopard skin, who had a deep and sensuous voice, the muscular

shemale had a high soprano. The shemale in the leopard skin dress spoke,

her voice now much shakier than before: "Master van der Graf is

certainly a strict master," she said as an involuntary shiver underlined