les histoires de chrislebo

Chapitre 14 Carmen. Sellée

Après la vente sans qu'on ait daigné lui dire qui était *** acheteur, on l'amena dans la salle d'expédition. On lui mit une couche pour per***nes incontinentes toujours sans explications. On la plaça, allongée sur le dos, dans une caisse sur une sorte de sac en plastique bleu. On lui en mit un autre sur le ventre puis on lui plaça un masque sur le visage avec des tuyaux pour respirer. On referma la caisse. Elle entendit un vrombissement et sentit les deux sacs se gonfler. Avant de refermer la caisse, on lui avait dit de respirer à fond. Elle eut la présence d'esprit d'obéir et ne comprit qu'après ce qu'on lui faisait.

Une mousse plastique avait été injectée dans les sacs. La polymérisation ne dégageait pas beaucoup de chaleur et la température restait supportable. Bientôt, elle sentit les sacs commencer à durcir.. Elle se rappela les conseils qui lui avaient été donnés et gonfla sa poitrine au maximum pour se ménager un volume respiratoire suffisant. Lorsque la prise fut totale, on rouvrit la caisse, on découpa le sac supérieur pour dégager le masque qu'on lui enleva. Elle ne pouvait absolument pas bouger, semblable à une statue. Dans l'espace libéré, on fixa un réservoir d'eau avec une tétine qu'on lui fixa dans la bouche par une sangle. Il lui suffisait d'aspirer pour boire un peu de liquide. A vue de nez, il y en avait à peine dix litres. Pas de quoi aller bien loin

La caisse fut refermée et clouée sans un mot puis mise sur un quai de chargement. Un chariot vint la prendre pour la transférer dans un camion. Après un parcours de près de trente minutes, de nouveaux bruits lui parvinrent : un avion qui décollait. Elle pensa que *** acheteur n'habitait pas tout près, finalement

Une fois installée dans la soute, pressurisée, elle l'espérait, elle s'endormit. Elle perdit complètement la notion du temps dans sa pri*** noire. Au bout d'un temps qui lui parut infini, l'avion se posa rapidement sur un aérodrome peu fréquenté. Elle sentit qu'on transportait la caisse où elle se trouvait sur un camion plat. Après encore un assez long parcours qui devenait progressivement plus cahoteux et au cours duquel sa provision d'eau vint à s'épuiser, elle sentit le camion manoeuvrer. La caisse fut emmenée à bras d'homme. Elle entendit enfin distinctement l'ordre d'ouvrir la caisse. Elle se trouva brusquement plongée en pleine lumière. Elle ne pouvait rien voir, complètement éblouie.

Brusquement, une voix féminine qu'elle avait déjà entendue s'adressa à elle :

- Alors, tu as fait bon voyage, petite pouliche?

Cette voix? Est-ce que ce n'était pas? Elle cligna des yeux. Elle commençait à distinguer *** environnement. . . Elle regarda celle qui lui avait parlé. Oui c'était bien elle, Carmen, la secrétaire de *** mari, celle qui avait participé à *** dressage, à l'occasion, qui l'avait gardée pendant deux semaines lors d'une absence de Jean avec une rigueur inflexible et sans la moindre trace de compassion pour *** sort. Jean lui avait effectivement dit que Carmen était brésilienne ou colombienne, elle ne s'en souvenait plus, mais, ce dont elle se rappelait parfaitement, c'était d'avoir éprouvé de la jalousie pour la secrétaire - maîtresse de *** mari, de la haine aussi pour la dresseuse adjointe. Maintenant, elle était totalement entre ses mains. Respecterait-elle la règle du jeu fixée à l'avance? De toute façon, l'année risquait d'être longue et pénible.

- Oui, c'est encore moi, ta chère Maîtresse Carmen! Je te dois peut-être quelques explications : Tu ne savais pas que j'étais très riche? En fait, mon père faisait des trafics divers! Je n'ai jamais voulu savoir de quoi- et m'a laissé deux ou trois cents millions de dollars et cette hacienda isolée avec un per***nel totalement dévoué.

- Vous vous connaissez Jean depuis longtemps?

- Je l'ai rencontré à Washington il y a cinq ans peu après votre voyage de noces. Nous avons sympathisé immédiatement, couché ensemble le soir même et je lui ai servi de secrétaire pendant ces quatre dernières années. Je baise avec lui depuis, presque tous les jours, même pendant vos vacances. A Pâques, par exemple, Jeanne Dupont, la fille seule qui occupait le pavillon voisin du tien, tu sais, celle que tu as draguée pendant trois semaines, que Jean disait trouver moche et sans intérêt et avec laquelle tu sortais souvent le soir, avec qui tu faisais tes courses et que tu as fini par embrasser sur la bouche, c'était moi.

- Je vous aurai reconnue!

- Avec les cheveux et une perruque châtain, un nouveau maquillage pastel, des talons plats, une jupe simple et un chemisier BCBG, tu n'as pas fait le rapprochement avec la fille aux cheveux brique courts, au maquillage assez agressif, qui ne porte que des talons hauts et des tenues de luxe qui t'a initiée, toi! Quelle meilleure couverture que d'être juste sous tes yeux, tu ne trouves pas? Bien entendu, dès que tu allais à la plage, on faisait l'amour avec Jean comme des malades de toutes les façons imaginables. Un jour où tu ne te sentais pas bien, tu m'as même demandé d'aller avec Jean à la ville voisine pour ne pas qu'il s'ennuie. Ca, je peux t'assurer qu'il ne s'est pas ennuyé avec moi.

- Vous m'avez eue dans les grandes largeurs, Maîtresse. J'ai bien été jalouse de vous mais je ne pensais pas que vous comploteriez contre moi avec autant de soin. Je suppose que vous voulez prendre ma place auprès de Jean et me chasser ou me faire disparaître?

- Epouser Jean est effectivement mon premier objectif. Lui faire deux ou trois enfants mon second. Mais te garder auprès de nous pour que tu assistes tous les jours à ma victoire, que je puisse t'humilier devant lui vient juste derrière. Mais, depuis que tu m'as fourni une occasion en or en demandant à Jean à être dressée pour devenir une esclave, j'ai éprouvé de plus en plus de l'affection pour toi et je me suis fixée un objectif supplémentaire : que tu sois pleinement satisfaite du sort que je te réserve et que tu collabores avec moi activement et non que je doive prendre des précautions pour éviter une tentative de fuite ou de vengeance. Oui, je veux épouser Jean mais je ne le ferai que si tu es à côté de moi le jour de notre mariage et que tu participes à la fête en étant parfaitement heureuse.

- Ca, jamais. Il faudrait que vous soyez le diable!

- Je vais prendre cela pour un compliment. Il n'empêche que tu as parlé et plusieurs fois sans que je te pose des questions, tu auras donc droit à la cravache dès ce soir devant tout le monde. Mais comme c'est aussi ton baptême dans ton nouveau statut d'esclave avouée et vendue, tu n'auras droit qu'à dix coups sur les fesses puis cinq sur les cuisses, cinq autres sur les seins et trois sur ta moule qui ne sera plus jamais poilue. Après, on t'enfermera dans la case des ouvriers agricoles. J'en ai une bonne vingtaine et ils auront toute liberté sur toi pour toute la nuit. A charge pour eux que tu sois à dix heures demain matin, propre, douchée, brossée, maquillée, des clochettes au bout des seins devant la porte des écuries. Je te réserve une petite surprise!

Qu'est ce que cette femme avait pu encore imaginer? On lui avait tout fait en matière équestre : elle avait du apprendre des pas de marche et de présentation, répondre au moindre mouvement de sa bride, tirer une charrette, une charrue ou un sulky de course. Elle avait participé à des présentations et des courses de pony girls, à des films porno où elle s'était fait enfiler par un type, couchée sur une table sur le ventre avec une selle sur le dos. Elle s'était même fait baiser par un vrai étalon.

Cette surprise à venir la torturait toujours lorsqu'un homme qu'elle ne connaissait pas vint l'équiper pour la soirée. Elle reçut mors, bride et rênes ; sa chevelure fut nattée avec des guirlandes de fleurs entrelacées. Guidée par les rênes par Carmen, elle fut amenée dans la salle à manger. Elle fut présentée sous le nom de Juanita en l'honneur de Jean qui semblait connu des assistants, et dont Carmen avait toujours partagé le goût pour la domination des femmes. Carmen expliqua en quelques mots la situation et ajouta qu'elle espérait bien mener à *** terme le dressage de cette nouvelle pouliche avant de convaincre Jean et Juanita qu'une esclave ne pouvait être l'épouse légitime d'un Maître et prendre à la nouvelle esclave de l'hacienda la place qui lui revenait dans le lit de Jean.

Carmen définit ensuite pour tous les règles du jeu pour l'année à venir : tout le monde pouvait l'avoir pendant sa journée de service ou le soir lorsque Carmen, ses invités ou ceux qu'elle désignerait n'en auraient pas l'usage. On pourrait la réserver à l'avance. Si une femme la voulait, Carmen exigeait seulement d'assister au spectacle. Au cas où la femme voudrait la prendre en dehors de la présence de Carmen, Juanita n'avait pas droit de se refuser, mais elle serait punie de vingt coups de fouet pour avoir dévoyé la délinquante. Celle-ci serait punie elle aussi et éventuellement chassée de la propriété avec sa famille.

La punition annoncée fut sévère : les coups étaient assénés sans douceur là où cela faisait mal. Si elle tint bien le coup pour les coups sur les fesses, elle gémit à chaque coup sur les cuisses, hurla comme chaque fois lorsqu'on s'occupa de ses seins qu'elle dut présenter aux coups une main sous chaque mamelle. La cravache s'arrondissait et frappait chaque bras et chaque sein en même temps. Ce fut bien pire lorsque ses tortionnaires s'attaquèrent à *** sexe. A chaque coup, elle s'évanouissait. On la jetait alors dans la fontaine du jardin et on la ramenait immédiatement dans la salle à manger, dégoulinante d'eau et de larmes.

Lorsque *** supplice se fut enfin achevé, ils la laissèrent au milieu des tables sans autre chose à manger que des morceaux que les convives lui lançaient par terre. . . Pour boire, Carmen avait trouvé drôle de lui imposer avant chaque verre de sucer un des convives en avalant *** sperme. En guise de dessert, Carmen remplit une coupe de *** urine et exigea qu'elle la boive jusqu'à la dernière goutte devant tout le monde. Donnant l'apparence d'être vexée de la moue de dégoût que Juanita fit en reposant sa coupe, elle lui annonça que, désormais, elle devrait boire chaque matin les urines de sa maîtresse assai***nées du sperme des hommes avec lesquels elle aurait passé la nuit. Elle espérait bien que Jean passerait la voir bientôt dans sa résidence. Ce jour-là, elle lui promit de l'inviter pour assister aux ébats et à y participer, comme souffre douleur, bien entendu.

Contrairement à ce que prévoyait Carmen après une telle séance, lorsque Juanita fut enfermée avec les ouvriers agricoles, elle était brûlante de désir et s'appliqua à donner autant de plaisir qu'elle pût à ces hommes qui lui inondèrent aussi bien la chatte que le cul ou la bouche. Elle réussit même à improviser une figure assez acrobatique qu'elle avait déjà pratiqué à plusieurs reprises en recevant simultanément une bite dans le vagin, une dans l'anus, une dans la bouche tandis qu'un autre homme se démenait entre ses seins dont les bouts étaient malmenés par un cinquième tandis qu'elle en branlait encore un dans chaque main.

Lorsqu'ils eurent tous été totalement vidés, chacun lui proposa de finir la nuit sur *** bat-flanc mais elle refusa : Elle était maintenant trop habituée à coucher à même le sol, à l'attache près d'un lit. Elle obtint qu'ils lui bricolent un collier et une laisse courte qu'elle attacha elle-même à la poignée des toilettes. Il fallait la déplacer pour y accéder ce qui lui valut d'être réveillée à plusieurs reprises au cours de la nuit. Elle se mettait alors à genoux puis se prosternait en présentant sa fente et *** anus. Elle fut enfilée sans ménagement par certains de ses visiteurs auxquels la nuit avait rendu quelques ******. C'était exactement ce qu'elle avait espéré. Deux hommes exigèrent même qu'elle nettoie leurs bites et leur anus avec sa langue après avoir fait leurs besoins.

Le lendemain matin, elle fut réveillée ponctuellement à huit heures, conduite dans la cour, douchée au jet d'eau glacée comme elle s'y attendait, puis séchée très énergiquement. Elle fut brossée, ses cheveux nattés autour d'un curieux support en bambou en forme de poignée, maquillée artistiquement mais lourdement par une fille venue de la mai*** principale. Celle ci insista pour qu'elle reste à quatre pattes pendant toute l'opération mais la fit monter sur une table pour faciliter la tache. Elle lui fixa un mors en métal tenu par un assemblage complexe de courroies de cuir. Curieusement, les rênes étaient beaucoup plus courtes que ce qu'elle avait déjà porté pour tirer une charrette.

Avant de la mettre à l'attache devant l'écurie à un anneau fixé au mur, la fille lui fixa des clochettes assez grosses par des pinces au bout du mamelon. Elle le lui avait fardé en rouge vermillon avec un produit qui lui avait mis la pointe des seins en feu et fait saillir ses mamelons de façon grotesquement obscène. L'application lui avait fait un mal de chien et lui avait arraché des gémissements de douleur. D'autres clochettes avaient été fixées à *** collier, et aux bracelets de cuir qu'elle portait aux poignets et aux chevilles ainsi qu'aux anneaux qui ornaient les lèvres de *** sexe.

Lorsque Carmen arriva avec près d'une heure de retard que Juanita avait passée en plein soleil, face au mur, elle portait une jupe longue, des bottes mais ce qui fit frémir Juanita, c'était la cravache noire luisante et surtout un flacon contenant un liquide jaune et trouble. Elle la détacha et la tenant par les rênes, elle lui fit faire quelques tours du bâtiment pour l'échauffer comme elle le lui dit. En revenant devant l'écurie, elle la fit mettre à quatre pattes et lui présenta le liquide jaunâtre qu'elle avait vidé dans un bol qui traînait par-là. L'odeur ne laissait aucun doute : c'était de l'urine et on distinguait des filaments blanchâtres qui flottaient ça et là. Il suffit de deux coups de cravache sur ses fesses pour qu'elle vide le bol et d'un autre pour qu'elle lèche les secrétions restées collées sur la fa·ence.

- C'était bon? Tu as de la chance : j'ai beaucoup bu hier soir et c'est pas mal dilué mais attends que Jean vienne. Avec lui, je veux apprécier chaque instant et je bois très peu d'alcool. Comme je me déchaîne avec lui, ça sera beaucoup plus fort et tu auras bien plus d'assai***nement.. J'ai aussi plein d'autres idées pour toi Viens voir la première.

Elle la conduisit dans l'écurie ou trônait un bizarre chariot à quatre roues en plastique transparent, ce qui le rendait presque invisible.

- Tu vois, ma belle, j'ai conçu ce support pour toi! Avec cela je vais pouvoir te seller et surtout te monter réellement comme ******** que tu vas être pendant un an et peut être plus si tu l'acceptes. A ce propos, une jument ne parle pas et je ne veux donc plus jamais entendre ta voix sous aucun prétexte, même lorsque tu ne porteras pas de mors. D'ailleurs, je te préviens : dans un an, je te proposerai des modifications notables de ton corps : si tu acceptes, un vétérinaire car tu n'auras plus jamais droit à un médecin, pratiquera sur toi une ablation des cordes vocales. Le silence éternel! Ah Ramon! Prépare Juanita comme prévu.

Juanita trembla de terreur à l'idée du sort qu'on lui promettait. Jusqu'à présent, toutes les prédictions de Jean et de Frédéric s'étaient réalisées. Elle vit dans un brouillard Ramon lui fixer des bottes montantes sans revers qui faisaient ressembler ses jambes à des pattes de chevaux. La forme en était très bizarre. Elles étaient très lourdes. Ramon lui montra que la botte avait exactement la forme d'un sabot et qu'elle portait un vrai fer à cheval. Il y avait même des poils qui pendaient autour de sabots ferrés. Il lui fixa à chaque bras des espèces de gants avec des échasses démesurées, ferrées elles aussi puis il la fit s'étendre sur le chariot. Tout avait été parfaitement calculé. Les «pattes» avant rasaient le sol et *** torse était presque horizontal. Les roues arrière lui assuraient une bonne stabilité tandis que ses membres antérieurs étaient fixés à une sorte de pédalier en plastique transparent.

Juanita comprit aussitôt que, de loin, on aurait l'impression de voir un vrai quadrupède. *** ventre était bien soutenu par une barre assez forte mais ses seins pendaient, toujours terminés par cette clochette qui la torturait. Une grande échancrure au creux de sa taille l'intrigua jusqu'à ce que Ramon après lui avoir mis un rectangle de tissu sur le dos, pose sur *** dos une vraie selle d'amazone qu'il sangla en serrant fort à lui couper le souffle. Cette fois, elle était vraiment sellée.

Ce n'était plus un simulacre comme dans le film qu'elle avait tourné et un adulte allait la monter réellement. Elle devrait faire une promenade, voire courir, non : galoper plutôt, avec Carmen sur le dos, elle le pressentait Voilà pourquoi les rênes qu'elle portait étaient courtes comme pour un vrai cheval. Les sabots et les échasses lui donnaient en effet une taille nettement supérieure à celle des poneys qu'elle connaissait. Ramon compléta le harnachement par un gros gode qu'elle connaissait bien et qu'il lui enfonça dans l'anus après l'avoir rapidement lubrifié. Carmen avait vraiment le souci du détail. Ramon attacha ensuite deux sacoches sur les fesses, plaça une toile de tente roulée derrière la selle.

Carmen s'appuya sur les mains jointes de Ramon pour monter Juanita et tira sur les cheveux nattés en forme de poignée de sa monture. La douleur fit gémir Juanita, mais le mors étouffa *** cri. Elle fut surprise de ne pas se retrouver écrasée, mais tout avait été parfaitement étudié et le poids de sa maîtresse ne la gênait finalement qu'assez peu. Celle-ci lui ordonna, d'un appel sur les rênes, d'avancer. Elle l'amena par une piste parfaitement lisse devant la mai*** devant un appareil photo pour une longue séance de pose. Elle comptait envoyer une épreuve à Jean, et faire publier les images sur Internet pour que le monde entier puisse voir jusqu'où on pouvait aller en terme de dressage. Après la séance photos, Carmen l'emmena pour une promenade dans la propriété sur cinq ou six kilomètres sur une piste toujours aussi parfaitement lisse. Elle avançait sans effort et pouvait même atteindre une bonne vitesse : elle n'avait qu'à assurer la propulsion.

Le lendemain, Ramon lui apporta *** flacon d'urine quotidien, la munit d'une selle normale. Il attacha un étui à fusil au niveau de *** épaule. Il tenait à la monter per***nellement pour procéder au débourrage du matin, surtout les premiers jours. Le poids de *** cavalier, beaucoup plus conséquent que celui de Carmen l'écrasa bien sur *** support mais elle s'y fit sans trop de problèmes. Il lui fit travailler les différents pas qu'elle devrait mémoriser et qui étaient différents de ceux appris à la ferme de pony girls. Le trot lui sembla évident mais pour galoper, elle devait appuyer des deux jambes en même temps, ce qui n'est guère évident pour une bipède de naissance.

Pour l'encourager, Ramon disposait et faisait un large usage d'une petite cravache et de ses éperons qui venaient piquer ses cuisses ou parfois ses seins. Le travail continua jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit épuisée. *** cavalier, au retour à l'écurie, lui retira *** leurre et l'encula sauvagement sans la lubrifier et sans lui dire un mot. Elle apprécia la ********** de l'étreinte mais elle comprit obscurément que ce n'était que le début de l'entreprise de déshumanisation que Carmen tentait sur elle.

Chapitre 15 Epilogue

Lorsque Jean passa à l'hacienda trois mois après, la voiture qui l'amenait s'arrêta juste après avoir franchi l'enceinte et on lui proposa de prendre une voiture tirée par deux chevaux ou plutôt par un cheval et par Juanita (elle pensait désormais à elle-même sous ce nom et Nadine était bien oubliée) accouplés. Il ne la reconnut pas tout de suite tant elle s'était coulée dans *** rôle ******** de trait ou de selle.

Jean complimenta Carmen pour les progrès qu'avait faits sa protégée. Il vint examiner de près *** harnachement sans lui adresser la parole. Il fut impressionné par la taille du gode qui portait sa queue. Vu le diamètre, il n'arrivait pas à croire que *** cul soit encore capable de servir à un homme normal.

Carmen le prit au mot, enleva immédiatement le gode du cul de Juanita, l'enfonça sans même l'essuyer dans le sexe de la malheureuse qui poussa un grognement de douleur et invita Jean à l'enculer séance tenante. Dès que Jean se mit en place, celle qui était toujours officiellement sa femme, sans même le regarder, resserra *** anus autour de *** gland, ne se relâchant que progressivement pour l'accueillir lentement. Lorsqu'il fut enfoncé jusqu'à la garde, elle se mit à le traire sans bouger, alternant les serrages presque douloureux et des massages onctueux comme l'aurait fait une bouche. Il se vida dans *** anus avec des grognements de bête. Carmen lui demanda de remettre le gode en place.

Pendant le repas de bienvenue, Juanita toujours sanglée sur *** chariot mais dessellée, fit les frais du spectacle : tour à tour frappée à coups de martinet, de ceinture, de cravache ou de fouet qui laissaient de vilaines marques violacées et boursouflées sur ses fesses, *** dos, ses cuisses et même ses seins qui pendaient sous elle. Entre deux corrections, elle se faisait parfois baiser, mais surtout enculer ou suçait une demi-douzaine de figurants qui se relayaient, la prenant parfois à deux.

Après le dessert, Carmen la fit emmener dans la cour, nettoyer sommairement en fourrant un tuyau d'arrosage dans ses trous pour une douche interne glacée. Après avoir été séchée, elle dut écouter les remarques cuisantes de Carmen qui décrivit à Jean tout ce qu'elle avait du subir depuis *** arrivée à l'hacienda. Elle offrit à Jean un album de photos et un jeu de cassettes vidéo pour qu'il puisse voir lui même ce qu'elle avait enduré.

Carmen fit aussi remarquer que Juanita n'avait plus rien à voir avec la petite bourgeoise qui avait épousé Jean : Elle n'était plus qu'une esclave qu'on pouvait fouetter, un trou ou plutôt des trous qu'on pouvait fourrer sans qu'elle se plaigne. On l'avait jadis prostituée au coin d'une rue, elle avait subi des séances d'abattage sans se révolter. Elle servait maintenant de jouet obéissant à l'hacienda et à ses hôtes. Elle avait forniqué avec un chien et même avec un étalon lors de *** séjour au haras. Elle ne méritait plus d'être considérée comme une femme mais rien de plus qu'un ******. Elle devait accepter *** nouvel état qui, conclut Carmen, n'était plus compatible avec le statut de Maître de Jean. Celui-ci n'émit aucune objection.

Juanita, en larmes, fut forcée d'admettre, en *** for intérieur, que Carmen avait rai***, qu'elle s'ennuyait comme épouse de Jean mais que, depuis le début de *** dressage, elle avait éprouvé des sensations qu'elle n'aurait jamais imaginées et qui se renouvelaient à chaque invention de ses Maîtres. Le lendemain, on lui présenta des papiers permettant à *** mari d'obtenir un divorce aux torts exclusifs de *** épouse. Elle y reconnaissait se prostituer régulièrement, y prendre plaisir, avoir baisé avec des dizaines d'hommes et de femmes et quelques animaux. Carmen lui avait juste libéré la main droite pour qu'elle puisse signer. En dehors de cela, elle était déjà totalement harnachée, sellée et ses fontes étaient remplies de victuailles et de vêtements de rechange pour un peu de camping tout au bout de la propriété. Jean chevauchait un bel étalon alezan.

Arrivé à destination, il attacha les deux montures à un petit arbre, monta la tente, déchargea les paquets. Tandis que Carmen rangeait le matériel, Jean dessella *** étalon d'abord puis Juanita, lui libéra les mains mais la laissa sur *** perchoir. Avisant un petit bosquet de bambous, il prit une hache et revint avec un tronçon de trois mètres de long. Il ficela ce tronçon en le faisant glisser entre *** corps et le chassis puis arrima les chevilles de Juanita à une extrémité du tronçon. Les deux poignets furent de la même façon entravés en croix devant elle ce qui lui permit de reposer sa tête. Le confort n'était guère présent mais elle pourrait dormir un peu.

Devant la tente, après le repas, Jean et Carmen commencèrent à s'embrasser puis à se caresser. Ils se déshabillèrent l'un l'autre puis Jean prit Carmen dans ses bras pour rentrer sous la tente dont il négligea de refermer la porte. Juanita essaya de bouger un peu dans ses liens pour apercevoir Jean mais les bruits, les gémissements et les mots d'encouragement de Carmen ne laissaient aucun doute sur leurs activités. En retombant, elle frotta *** pubis dépourvu maintenant de tout poil sur le bambou. Elle réalisa qu'elle avait juste assez de jeu pour frotter *** clitoris contre le bambou. En entendant les roucoulements de Carmen, elle se mit à se masturber avec ce gode improvisé. En dépit de l'avance qu'avaient pris Carmen et Jean, les cris de jouissance des deux femmes se confondirent. Avant de s'endormir, elle remercia ardemment en pensée Jean en lui promettant de ne pas décevoir Carmen.

Le mariage de Jean et de Carmen fut célébré à l'hacienda deux mois après. Une calèche blanche attendait, à la porte du bâtiment de réception, les jeunes mariés pour les emmener dans un pavillon au bout de la propriété dans une petite forêt, au bord d'un ruisseau frais. Bien entendu, Juanita y était attelée. Elle avait un harnais neuf de cuir blanc avec des plumes et des rubans, des clochettes avec des noeuds blancs avaient été fixées un peu partout : à ses mamelons, aux anneaux de *** sexe et de *** nez ainsi qu'à ses oreilles et même dans ses cheveux où on lui avait fait de nombreuses petites nattes terminées chacune par une petite clochette. Ses cheveux avaient été décolorés en blond platine, coloration qui serait désormais permanente en souvenir de ce mariage, lui avait annoncé Carmen. Dans *** anus, était fiché un gros gode avec une crinière exactement de la même couleur que ses cheveux avec un gros flo blanc.

Ainsi, le souhait de Carmen, serait réalisé : elle serait au coté de sa Maîtresse le jour de *** mariage et elle allait participer activement aux réjouissances. Elle serait même sur toutes les photos des mariés après la cérémonie à voir le mitraillage dont elle faisait l'objet.

Juanita eut quelques difficultés à faire avancer seule la calèche un peu lourde avec ses deux passagers, mais quelques coups de fouet à chevaux bien appliqués par Jean l'aidèrent efficacement à se mettre en route rapidement sous une pluie de grains de riz. Arrivée au pavillon, Jean ressortit le morceau de bambou et lui lia les chevilles et les poignets de la même façon que lors de leur première escapade. Juanita avait appris à Carmen au retour ce qu'elle avait fait de *** coté, cette nuit-là. Sa Maîtresse en avait été amusée mais avait pensé à tirer partie de la souplesse de sa protégée.

Sur l'ordre de Carmen, elle se mit à s'agiter en rythme, faisant tinter les clochettes en un carillon bien réglé. *** long entraînement avait constitué à bien apprendre quand elle devait bouger telle ou telle partie de *** corps pour interpréter le long morceau choisi par Carmen. Le fin du fin était qu'elle devait jouir au moment où la musique s'achevait par un tintement simultané de toutes les clochettes.

Pressé de rejoindre sa nouvelle épouse, Jean lui tapota la joue et la fesse et lui mit la tête dans un sac de croquettes pour chien. Lorsque le soir vint, Carmen attira Jean sur la terrasse, le fit s'étendre dans un canapé en se blottissant contre lui et appela Juanita :

- Vas-y, Queen et toi Jean écoute!

La petite musique aigrelette s'éleva dans la nuit tandis que Jean, sidéré, écoutait sans bruit. Lorsque la musique s'arrêta et fut remplacée par les gémissements de jouissance de l'interprète, Jean embrassa profondément Carmen, la caressa, dénudant peu à peu *** corps et entraîna sa femme, nue, dans leur chambre. Les cris de jouissance et les gémissements de plaisir de Carmen et les grognements de Jean ponctuèrent à leur tour la nuit. Juanita s'endormit. Carmen la réveilla moins d'une heure plus tard en lui demandant depuis sa couche :

- Encore une fois, Juanita!

Le concert de clochettes reprit aussi harmonieux que la première fois et tout se déroula de la même façon. Encore deux heures plus tard, Carmen la réveilla avec la même exigence en lui demandant toutefois de compter jusqu'à 200 avant de commencer. Un rien surprise, Queen obéit. Au milieu des tintements des clochettes, elle entendit cette fois les mots d'amour de Carmen. C'était au tour de sa Maîtresse de régler *** rythme sur celui de *** esclave. Sa synchronisation fut parfaite puisque leurs orgasmes se confondirent. Vers quatre heures, tout le monde finit par s'endormir définitivement.

Ce fut Carmen qui vint au matin, assez tard, triomphante dans les lambeaux de sa robe de mariée que Jean lui avait presque arrachée dans sa hâte, retirer les clochettes ce qui fit grogner Queen de douleur dans *** mors car à ***** de s'agiter, les pinces fixées directement sur la peau avaient fini par la faire saigner. Carmen la désinfecta rapidement après l'avoir dételée. Elle lui ôta le sac à croquettes. Elle alla ensuite lui chercher un grand verre d'urine où les filaments de sperme étaient en nombre inhabituel. Encore une promesse qui se réalisait.

A la fin de l'année, Carmen lui proposa de la libérer mais en la laissant libre de *** choix. Juanita choisit de rester mais n'accepta pas de se faire enlever les cordes vocales. Lorsque le premier né de Carmen vint au monde, elle devint sa poussette attitrée. L'année suivante, juste avant la date de renouvellement de *** contrat, sa Maîtresse la convoqua.

- Je sais que tu ne veux pas qu'on te prive définitivement de la parole et tu sais que c'est un de mes fantasmes les plus importants. Je viens de rencontrer à un congrès médical un homme qui peut nous satisfaire toutes les deux : Pour restaurer la voix d'un chanteur, il a déposé sur ses cordes vocales un produit qui forme une gangue autour de la corde vocale. Ce truc te rend complètement muette, ça s'applique en quelques secondes et ça disparaît tout seul en quelques mois mais on peut aussi le dissoudre rapidement en buvant de l'eau chaude. Bien sur, tu n'aurais plus droit au thé ou au café ni même à un bol de soupe mais, je ne t'en fais jamais servir. Qu'en penses-tu?

Bien sur, elle ne fit plus aucune difficulté pour satisfaire enfin Carmen. Elle réussit bien à signaler quelques besoins élémentaires en modulant les ***s avec sa bouche seule mais lorsqu'on la fouettait ou la baisait, elle n'émettait plus que de longs gémissements inarticulés. Elle n'avait plus à compter les coups, petit avantage.

Depuis lors, chaque fois que Carmen, Jean ou les quatre enfants qu'ils ont eus ***t à l'hacienda, ils ne manquent jamais de la monter parfois plusieurs fois par jour parfois lentement pour une promenade, parfois très vite pour une course à moins qu'ils ne l'attellent à l'un ou l'autre des petits sulkys. Les enfants préfèrent une course à bride abattue. Rien de tel que quelques coups de cravache sur les fesses ou sur sa fente voire la morsure des éperons sur *** ventre ou ses seins pour obtenir l'effort maximum.

Pour leur anniversaire de mariage, ils font tous les trois le même voyage, seuls changent la robe de mariée déchirée à chaque fois et la mélodie de la sérénade que leur joue Warrior Queen. Cet accompagnement musical a eu beaucoup de succès au point que des enregistrements en ont été vendus sur CD. Des articles flatteurs ***t sortis dans la presse. Per***ne n'a obtenu de voir l'artiste ni a réussi à reproduire le caractère entraînant et sensuel de la musique!

Il arrive souvent que Jean la baise dans la cour après une promenade quoiqu'il vienne parfois la visiter dans *** box. Elle est alors toujours disposée sur *** support. Comme elle porte souvent bride, mors et queue, il n'utilise le plus souvent que *** vagin et il se contente de lui adresser les ordres et les encouragements qu'on adresse ordinairement à un ******. D'autres fois, il lui fourre le gode sans ménagement dans le vagin ou dans la bouche, à charge alors pour elle de le sucer pour le rendre parfaitement propre. Si elle le laisse tomber par terre dans sa jouissance, il la cravache sur tout le corps jusqu'à l'évanouissement. Elle en est venue à trouver cette punition normale. Elle se souvient à peine du temps où ils faisaient l'amour dans leur lit conjugal doucement et sans violence.

Une fois par mois à peu près, Jean et Carmen donnent une grande fête dans leur résidence. Juanita est l'une des attractions les plus appréciées. Elle fait la navette avec la calèche entre le parking de l'entrée et la résidence. Lorsque tous les invités ***t arrivés, elle est mise à l'attache à un anneau mural sur la terrasse. Les hommes et certaines femmes viennent se faire sucer, lui donner le martinet ou la baiser. La cravache est proscrite pour ne pas l'épuiser trop vite.

Après le repas, elle est amenée sur une estrade dans le salon. De temps en temps, elle doit interpréter un petit morceau de musique céleste avec ses clochettes. Voir *** corps nu danser avec la musique est un puissant excitant pour les assistants. Ensuite, elle peut être l'enjeu d'une loterie où le vainqueur pourra la cravacher jusqu'à ce qu'elle s'évanouisse. Des paris ***t pris pour savoir combien de temps elle tiendra. Les gagnants -ils ***t souvent plusieurs- la raniment en lui plongeant la tête dans une bassine d'eau de la fontaine et la baisent ensuite sur l'estrade devant tout le monde dans la lumière de projecteurs. Ses cris inarticulés ne ***t alors que des encouragements à des assauts plus vigoureux.

D'autres fois, le spectacle consiste à la faire prendre par un ******. Il y a eu tour à tour un chien, un bouc, un bélier, des ânes et un poney. Elle était déjà habituée aux chiens mais un braque de Weimar est quand même très gros. Ce fut bien pire avec le bélier, les ânes et le poney mais ce dernier est si doux que Juanita aime bien le recevoir. Après, beaucoup de visiteurs deviennent fous de désir et ses trous ne désemplissent plus pendant des heures au point qu'il faut lui ramoner de temps en temps le vagin avec un goupillon à bouteilles. Certaines visiteuses s'équipent de godes monstrueux pour lui ravager le cul pendant que Juanita avale le sperme de leur partenaire.

Au petit matin, le signal de la fin de la fête vient lorsque Juanita vide le verre d'urine et de sperme que Carmen lui présente.

Lorsque ses maîtres ***t absents, les employés l'utilisent pour tirer une charrette avec toutes sortes de charges. Tous les matins à sept heures, elle amène aussi les sacs poubelles de la mai*** à la porte de l'hacienda. Bien sur, elle doit subir les attentions de cinq à dix hommes, parfois plus, durant la journée. Heureusement, les femmes demandent rarement à Carmen l'autorisation de jouer avec *** corps. Elles ne lui adressent presque jamais la parole, même pour les quelques mots affectueux que lui prodiguent les hommes. Au contraire, lorsqu'elles doivent l'utiliser, elles usent du fouet sans retenue comme si la vue de Juanita leur était répugnante, ce qui est peut être le cas.

L'une de ses pires tortionnaires, une servante nommée Mercedes, a même suggéré à Carmen d'utiliser Juanita comme mère porteuse pour gagner de l'argent. Carmen, bien informée de ce qui se passe chez elle, a tout de suite compris que le but était plutôt de lui déformer le corps pour le rendre moins attrayant pour *** propre compagnon qui en faisait trop régulièrement usage. La femme fut vertement réprimandée et voulut se venger sur Juanita. Le tournevis dont elle la menaçait lui fut arraché par Jean lui même et on ne sut jamais si elle voulait la défigurer, lui crever les yeux ou la tuer purement et simplement.

La punition fut immédiate : les deux femmes ont échangé pour trois mois leurs situations. Mercedes pour rendre complète la punition a bénéficié du traitement la rendant temporairement muette. Pas prévenue, elle s'affola jusqu'à ce que Carmen lui explique ce qui lui arrivait. Elle ne fut tranquillisée que lorsque Juanita eut bu trois litres de soupe très chaude avant de recouvrer sa voix, rendue un peu rauque par l'inactivité.

Juanita a dé servir, redressée, habillée, aux cuisines et à table, préparer la nourriture de *** compagnon provisoire Pedro et de ses deux enfants, faire la lessive, la vaisselle et le ménage dans leur petite mai***. Carmen lui avait fait faire rapidement quelques jupes et chemisiers car sa poitrine était trop forte pour les vêtements de Mercedes qui n'avait pas non plus sa taille fine et ses hanches épanouies. Elle voulut lui faire porter des slips et des soutien-gorges, mais Juanita ne put supporter leur contact. Carmen avait même veillé à faire teindre ses cheveux en un noir de jais tandis que Mercedes était devenue à *** tour blond platine. Le soir, au lit, Pedro était déchaîné et très exigeant, bien sur, et elle devait le satisfaire cinq ou six fois chaque nuit mais cela suffisait tout juste à la satisfaire maintenant. A plusieurs reprises, l'inversion des rôles fut complète lorsque, par exemple, Juanita attela Mercedes à un petit sulky pour aller préparer un pique nique de Carmen près d'une source.

Elle découvrit au cours de cet entracte que la position debout qu'elle ne prenait plus que pour quelques minutes chaque jour, lui était devenue un peu pénible. Pendant ce temps, la compagne de Pedro qui avait toujours repoussé dédaigneusement les avances de tout le per***nel, même lorsque *** mari lui avait dit avec insistance qu'il souhaitait qu'elle soit moins farouche, leur était livrée sans défense toute la journée et toute la nuit. Lorsque ce fut le tour de Pedro de faire la corvée des poubelles, elle eut droit aux coups de fouet nécessaires pour l'encourager, pas un de moins, et il l'encula, ce qu'elle lui avait toujours refusé, devant l'écurie sous le regard indifférent de plusieurs employés qui passaient par là. A sa très grande honte, elle se rendit compte qu'elle mouillait comme jamais pendant que les hommes autour d'elle s'astiquaient la bite avec frénésie en attendant leur tour!

Comme pour Juanita, Carmen a donné à chaque femme de l'hacienda l'autorisation de se servir de Mercedes. Seulement, avec Juanita, peu d'entre elles en ont profité, soit que l'état d'ancienne épouse du maître de mai*** l'ait protégée, soit que la couleur de sa peau ne les attire pas. Par contre, avec Mercedes, cette retenue ne semblait pas de mise puisqu'elle est passée entre les mains de toutes ses consoeurs.

L'une de ces femmes, ayant vu dans sa stalle la photographie de Carmen, en train de faire subir un fist fucking à Juanita, a voulu rééditer l'exploit avec Mercedes. Lors de la fête suivante, on fit prendre à celle ci un lavement de près d'un litre d'huile. Lorsque la graisse se mit à suinter de *** anus, la femme fit pénétrer deux doigts puis trois sans difficultés. Elle mit plus de temps à l'élargir suffisamment pour faire pénétrer le quatrième et Mercedes, bâillonnée, pleurait de douleur. La femme lui enleva *** bâillon, lui cravacha longtemps le cul pour qu'elle pense à autre chose, puis se ré-enduisit copieusement la main d'huile et, mettant ses doigts en cône, elle poussa de toutes ses ******, en vrillant *** poignet comme si elle voulait enfoncer une vis. Mercedes hurlait maintenant, cherchant désespérément à fuir cette douleur qui lui déchirait l'anus

Mais la femme fut sans pitié. A la fin, elle s'enfonça triomphalement jusqu'au coude, s'amusant à pousser sur les parois pour que la peau du ventre soit soulevée de l'intérieur. Elle ramona longuement le cul de la malheureuse qui sanglotait puis, de l'autre main, elle mit un peu d'une crème d'un pot que Carmen lui tendit sur le clitoris de Mercedes. L'effet fut presque instantané : *** corps s'arqua, ses hurlements redoublèrent mais ils n'étaient plus de douleur mais témoignaient d'un plaisir extrême. D'elle même, elle se mit à bouger pour sentir le poignet bouger en elle.

A *** quatrième orgasme, une femme suggéra de lui mettre le poignet dans le vagin. L'autre avec un sourire de carnassier sortit *** bras de l'anus distendu. Un bruit de bouchon de champagne retentit lorsque le poignet se libéra avec un flot d'huile souillée. Elle s'essuya les mains sommairement dans les cheveux de sa victime puis entreprit de faire subir le même sort au vagin. D'un rire moqueur, elle annonça qu'on n'aurait pas besoin d'huile tant Mercedes était trempée. Lorsque la pénétration fut totale, elle caressa le col de la matrice puis écarta les doigts en éventail, distendant les parois comme au passage d'un bébé. Mercedes s'évanouit de jouissance au milieu de la prestation au grand dépit de la femme qui aurait voulu poursuivre encore longtemps *** office.

Curieusement, ce traitement paraît avoir dompté la mégère qui ne récrimine plus après *** mari lorsqu'il fait usage de Juanita ni même lorsqu'elle le surprend avec une autre femme. Elle ne le chasse plus comme auparavant lorsqu'il veut la caresser et l'a même laissé lui faire l'amour sur une table un après-midi en public. Elle ne repousse plus non plus ceux qui lui font des avances ; elle semble, au contraire, plutôt rechercher celles-ci en soignant ses vêtements, *** maquillage, ses bijoux et même sa démarche devenue beaucoup plus sensuelle qu'avant.

Mercedes s'est ainsi attiré les faveurs de Jean à l'occasion alors qu'il ne l'avait jamais remarquée auparavant. La première fois qu'il l'a prise, c'était dans la stalle de Juanita, debout contre le mur. Elle a crié de jouissance tout le temps qu'il la ravagea, la prenant successivement par devant et par derrière. Un autre signe de *** changement d'attitude est que lorsqu'elle doit conduire Juanita, elle est devenue très douce et se contente souvent de faire claquer le fouet, sans même la toucher.

Depuis lors, lorsqu'une des femmes de la mai*** a commis une faute grave ou est jugée paresseuse, sa punition est de partager le travail de Juanita ou de la remplacer purement et simplement dans les cas graves. Les maris poussent parfois leur épouse à faire de grosses bêtises pour pouvoir avoir pour eux tout seuls la superbe Juanita pendant quelques semaines.

Un chariot en métal semblable à celui de l'ancienne épouse de Jean, mais réglable selon la taille de l'intéressée, permet aussi de seller et monter la fille punie et parfois de l'atteler en couple à la jument de l'hacienda. Ses compagnes occasionnelles pour une journée finissent toutes leurs journées de punition épuisées, misérables et souillées de foutre alors que Juanita, tout comme Mercedes maintenant, paraît encore fraîche et heureuse. Même les traînées de sperme font comme des bijoux sur sa peau, *** visage ou dans ses cheveux.

Les filles punies font tout leur possible désormais pour ne plus mériter une nouvelle punition semblable et se demandent comment Juanita et Mercedes ont réussi à tenir pendant des mois. La participation active de Juanita aux orgies nocturnes dépasse leur entendement. Mais toutes celles qui ont été condamnées à une longue peine ont été transformées par l'expérience. On les distingue dans la cour sans peine avec leurs vêtements propres et non rapiécés, très ajustés, au décolleté généreux et leur démarche particulière : poitrine gonflée, ventre rentré, fesses cambrées et hanches ondulantes. Il faut dire que Carmen leur procure les crèmes pour faire gonfler seins et cuisses et les suppléments alimentaires pour supporter un régime assez particulier qu'elles continuent toutes volontairement à suivre scrupuleusement même en service normal.

Le résultat ne s'est pas fait attendre : une vague de naissances a touché l'hacienda : chaque femme en état de tomber enceinte a eu un ou deux enfants dans les cinq années suivantes. Carmen a même décidé que Juanita devait participer à cet effort. Elle n'avait pas besoin de lui demander *** avis mais résolut d'en profiter pour humilier un peu plus Juanita. Un jour, elle se promenait sur le dos de Juanita quand il lui prit la fantaisie de la faire galoper sur la longue piste qui menait au pavillon de *** mariage. En quelques kilomètres, Juanita fut épuisée. Carmen lui redonna un peu de ****** en la piquant de ses éperons aux cuisses et sur les seins, ce qu'elle ne faisait presque jamais sauf pour de petites courses de vitesse. Elle utilisa même sa cravache de jockey et la fouetta sur les fesses jusqu'au sang. Lorsque sa monture ne put vraiment aller plus loin, elle tira *********** sur les rênes et descendit, l'air furieux.

- Juanita, tu me déçois beaucoup. Tu vieillis. Tu n'es plus capable de faire un petit galop de rien du tout. Tu étais ma monture préférée mais je crois que tu n'es plus digne que de servir de mère porteuse comme Mercedes l'avait proposé. Un de nos amis m'a déjà fait la demande et je vais accepter.

Juanita était ulcérée par les mots qui la blessaient par leur injustice car elle savait bien que Carmen ne l'avait jamais soumise à pareille épreuve. Elle en conclut que sa Maîtresse ne l'aimait plus et voulait se débarrasser d'elle. Qu'allait-elle devenir? Est ce qu'elle serait jetée à la rue ou vendue à un bordel quelque part en Afrique ou en Asie? L'engagement de l'entretenir sa vie durant pris par Carmen pouvait être tenu en la jetant menottée dans une rivière avec quelques pierres de lest. Très abattue, elle écouta Carmen lui expliquer *** plan.

- Ca tombe bien, tu es juste dans la bonne période. A partir de demain, je ne te donnerai plus la pilule. Les hommes, même Jean, devront tous mettre un préservatif avec toi sauf, bien sur, pour t'enculer ou se faire sucer. Il faut que ton client soit certain que l'enfant sera bien de lui. On te mettra tout ton équipement que tu portais pour notre mariage avec les clochettes. Lorsqu'il te montera, cela fera un joli carillon car il est très bien monté et il peut durer longtemps. Tu devrais apprécier. Autre chose, tu es habituée à baiser pas mal de fois chaque jour. Lorsqu'il viendra le dimanche après midi, tu n'auras pas eu d'hommes depuis le mercredi soir et je te ferais boire un grand verre de mon puissant aphrodisiaque! Tu devrais être capable de le traire à sec sans même t'aider de ta bouche. Interdiction en passant qu'il te jute dans la bouche. Je compte sur toi. Dernier point, tu ne dois pas savoir qui il est. Tu porteras en permanence un bandeau sur les yeux et des bouchons dans les oreilles.

L'homme était effectivement bien monté, plus même que Jean à *** avis. Il arriva déjà plus qu'à moitié tendu. Elle le suça quelques minutes puis il la contourna pour s'enfoncer dans *** sexe sevré d'amour qui n'avait certainement pas besoin de lubrification. Elle hurla de bonheur dès la première pénétration et tout le temps qu'il la prit. Ensuite, il reprit vigueur dans sa bouche avant d'inonder le fond de *** vagin à nouveau. Avant qu'il ne la quitte, elle le suça une dernière fois pour le nettoyer.

Le client dut être un peu déçu car il n'eut pas besoin d'attendre sa période suivante, la vie saine en plein air de Juanita avait fait le reste. *** ventre arrondi ne lui permit plus au bout de trois mois de continuer *** service. Mercedes se proposa alors pour la remplacer. Pedro, enchanté à l'idée de retrouver sa seconde épouse temporaire, accepta à la seule condition que l'année suivante, il pourrait à *** tour engrosser la superbe cavale. Elle s'occupa des deux jeunes enfants de Mercedes en plus de toutes ses obligations vis à vis de Carmen, de l'hacienda et de Pedro.

Lors de l'accouchement, elle eut à nouveau les yeux bandés et un bouchon de cire la rendit sourde, officiellement, pour ne pas savoir le sexe de l'enfant ni la couleur de sa peau. Juanita était très affectée de ne pas avoir même entrevu *** bébé. Trois mois plus tard, un nouveau né arriva à l'hacienda. Carmen annonça que sa soeur, gravement malade ne pouvait plus s'occuper de l'enfant et qu'il serait élevé désormais avec les siens. Carmen attendit encore six mois avant de révéler à Juanita que la petite Julia était en fait sa fille et que le père n'était autre que Jean qui avait apporté *** concours à cette mascarade. Elle lui révéla alors qu'elle allait devoir faire maintenant un enfant à Pedro.

Voir *** enfant et apprendre que la colère de Carmen étaient feinte ramenèrent la sérénité dans le coeur de Juanita. Mercedes la remplaça à nouveau le temps qu'elle se retrouve enceinte pour la seconde fois puis trois mois après lorsqu'elle ne put plus à nouveau assumer *** rôle. *** ventre était nettement plus gros que la première fois. Elle donna effectivement à Pedro deux beaux jumeaux : Victoria et Ramon. Depuis, une part importante du travail de Juanita consiste à promener, souvent en couple avec Mercedes, dans un sulky construit à cet effet des ribambelles d'enfants pour lesquels elle fait partie du paysage quotidien.

L'ancienne épouse de Jean, quant à elle, est heureuse en regardant grandir ses enfants et ceux de Carmen et ne demande rien de plus sur Terre. Les hommes qui l'utilisent tous aussi souvent que possible vantent *** vagin accueillant et toujours humide qui est néanmoins capable de les traire jusqu'à la dernière goutte tant il peut se resserrer sur leur bite. *** cul, *** vagin et sa bouche se moulent parfaitement à tous les calibres depuis celui d'un puceau adolescent jusqu'à celui d'un âne ou d'un poney. Elle est fière d'avoir, à la dernière fête de Carmen, battu *** propre record et d'avoir satisfait en une nuit d'orgie digne de Fellini, soixante quatorze hommes, dix-huit femmes, un poney, un âne et même un gros chien qui a profité de l'assoupissement général au petit matin pour sauter sur elle.

En dépit de ses excès, *** corps reste parfait grâce à *** entraînement physique quotidien, une nourriture saine et peut-être à sa bois*** du matin: même lorsqu'elle est loin de l'hacienda, à Paris ou à New York, Carmen veille à faire congeler ses urines avec la contribution de Jean pour les envoyer à la mai***.

Juanita a été présentée à plusieurs reprises à des concours de dressage en exhibition mais, jusqu'à présent, seul Marc a réussi à convaincre une femme d'aller aussi loin dans le dressage.

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I'd been called to the GF's (general foreman's) office! 'What the hell is wrong now?' I thought.

As I entered the trailer, I blanched to see Charlene sitting there with Bob, the GF.

"Hey folks," I cheerfully cried, hoping like hell she hadn't followed up on her words yesterday.

"Sit down, Mills," Bob spoke in that low tone I knew meant big trouble. "Seems Miss Gavins has a rather large complaint."

Turning to her, I asked what was wrong.

"You, Mills," she replied haughtily. God, I hated that tone coming from any woman! "I told you I'd be coming in here today. I'm fed up with your remarks."

"Aw, c'mon, Charlene! I wasn't all that offensive!"

"No? Well, let's just see what Mr Stimson thinks of my complaint. And if HE agrees that it's perfectly alright to say & do the things you do, as my supervisor, then I'll just have to take it all to the court, & the papers!"

"Mills," Bob interjected, "it seems that you've gone way over the line any number of times with Ms Gavins. Did you actually say 'Nice ass,' yesterday, when she bent to pick up her tools?"

"Well...er...I might have said something, but I'm not sure it was those words."

"And did you really touch her buttocks several times? Brush against her chest? Make constant sexual innuendos?"

"Bob! You know me. Do you believe this stuff?"

Bob smiled, & looked at me over the top of his glasses.

"I've never liked you, truth be told, Mills. I think you're a big-headed jerk, but your work has always been above reproach...until this, that is. I'm afraid that, if any of this is true, you'll be out of a job, & most likely out of the union, as well."

"I haven't admitted to anything, here, Bob. It all comes down to her word against mine, and..."

"HAH!" Charlene guffawed. "I GOT you, Mills! I recorded your little comments yesterday on my handy little pocket recorder. Let's just hear the evidence, shall we?"

I reddened as she took out her little recorder, & clicked the play button.

"Hey, sweetie!" I heard myself say, "Shuffle that hot little ass of yours up to the rafters, so I can watch you work from below! I think I'd dearly love to work below you, if you get my meaning!"

She hit the pause button, & I said something about illegal recordings not being allowed as evidence.

"This is not a courtroom, Mills. I find your actions reprehensible in any setting! I am quite within my rights to fire you, AND to have you removed from the union, as well. And unless you can come up with another plan of action that satisfies both Ms Gavins AND myself, that will be what occurs, here."

I sat there, stunned, glancing frantically from the recorder to Gavins to Bob & back. I had no words within me to extricate myself from this situation.

"If I may," Charlene spoke after a full minute of silence. "I might have a solution that would satisfy me, anyway."

Bob turned to her.

"What could possibly be done to fix this?

"I want him off this job. Right now. But," here she paused, looking directly at me with pure evil in her eyes, "if Mills here wants to work, I'll give him a job, for the next six months. If he does that job in an adequate fashion, I'll drop all charges against him & the union. No harm done."

"What job?" I sputtered, grasping at any straw I could find.

"You'll be my personal assistant. My butler. My maid, if you will. You'll be on duty 24/7. Your food & uniform will be provided, & the pay is $250 per day."

"So, I'll have to move in with you?"

"I have a spare room," she sneered. "I've taken the liberty of writing up a little contract that would assure us all that everything is on the up & up."

Bob chuckled, "I see you've thought this through rather well, Miss Gavins. What do you say, Mills? You want to take a 6 month's leave of absence to fulfill your obligations, & to make things up to Miss Gavins?"

I reached for the contract. It had to be at least 20 pages long.

"Take your time," Charlene sneered. "Read it thoroughly if you wish. But the offer is off the table in exactly..." she checked her watch..."10 seconds."

What could I do? I signed it. I also initialed every paragraph in the damned thing, though I couldn't really read it, as she moved it around so fast for me to sign or initial every damned line of the thing.

Bob chuckled again, & I glared daggers into his eyes as he spoke.

"Mills, I don't envy you, but if you actually go through with this, I'll have all of this erased from your files. Nothing will ever be said about it again. DO follow through on the contract, or there will be huge ramifications. You will probably be sued for sexual harassment, as well as losing your job & your position in the union. You won't find work anytime soon if I have anything to say about it."

"I understand, Bob."

Charlene snatched up the contract as soon as it was signed, & Bob had witnessed it. I had a feeling that I was well & truly fucked.

Little did I know...

"Get your tools & your personal affects, & get the hell off my job site," Bob said, after having me sign the leave of absence papers.

Charlene smirked, following me all the way to my locker. She didn't say anything, thankfully, as I told some of the other guys that I had some family troubles, & had to leave for awhile.

As she escorted me to my truck, I asked her if she was happy that she'd ruined my life.

"Don't be such a drama queen, Mills! I SAVED your ass in there, & don't you forget it!"

"Yeah, I guess maybe you did."

"I took the day off to get you started in your new job. Do you have anything at home you need to take care of? Better get to it. Here's my address. Better hurry. Mills. You're on the clock! Your ass is mine for the next six months! I want you at the house in 3 hours."

"Yes ma'am!" I replied in a surly voice, as I climbed into the truck & raced home to get my new life in order.

I called Gina, a girl I'd taken out a few times, & told her I'd be gone for 6 months. It didn't seem to matter to her. Same for my friends. I cleaned up the place, stashed my tools, grabbed some clothes & headed to Charlene's with my heart in my throat.

Charlene met me at her little cabin in the woods. She had me park my truck behind her house so it couldn't be seen. She also had me leave my suitcase in the truck, reminding me that she would provide me with my uniform.

As I entered her small two-story house, Charlene cried "Strip! Right there! You will not be wearing those clothes for the next six months, 'Sweetie!' Your ass is mine, now!"

I stood there, shocked for a moment, both at her tone, & her words.

"Did you not understand me, Mills?"

I slowly took off my jacket, & she snatched it out of my hands.

"Look, I know you didn't get to read the contract, Mills, so I'll explain it to you as we go on. Stop gawking at me & take it all off."

I unbuttoned my shirt & handed it to her, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

"These are the rules, Mills: for today, your uniform will consist of this."

She handed me a wispy little garment. As I unfolded it, I saw it was nothing more than a lacy apron.

"You can't be serious. I'm not wearing that."

"You will, or you can expect to go to jail. They aren't very kind to sexual offenders in there, I've heard. But it's up to you.

"You've come to my home, supposedly to work for me, & yet here I find you, naked & rampant! Are you planning on ****** me, Mills?"

I looked down to see that I was, indeed, "rampant." My erection surprised me, but not as much as the click & flash of the camera.

I turned to see two women standing there. The elder held the camera, while the younger held what appeared to be a ******, but I couldn't make it out in the dark corner where they sat glowering at me.

"You set me up! What the hell is going on?"

"Listen carefully. From here on out, you will be referred to as 'Sweetie.' That's your name in my household. Do your work well, Sweetie, & you may go away from here a responsible,. caring man with much to offer the world. Do it poorly, & I'll see you in much more embarrassing straits than this one. Refuse to cooperate, & you'll end up in jail, stripped of all rights, & you'll be ruined financially as well as unemployable. Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh, Christ!"

"That sort of language is not tolerated here, Sweetie! Now put on your uniform, bow in the back."

I had a hell of a time tying the damned thing, but eventually I had it in place, the big, fluffy bow at the rear, with the strings tickling my thighs.

"This is Melissa," Charlene said, referring to the elder of the two ladies. "She & her assistant, Rachael, will work with you to help you learn what to do & how to do it."

The shorter, older woman walked to me very fast, with a tape measure in her hand. She took measurements of my body in a very swift, yet thorough fashion, calling out numbers to Rachael, who wrote them all down. As they worked, I checked them out.

Melissa was about 40 to 45, with short bobbed very dark hair. Her bosom was very full, as were her hips. She had a thick waist, & pudgy little hands & fingers. I guessed her to be around 5 foot 6, around 160 lbs, & I had to try not to stare at her large breasts.

Rachael was about 25. She was taller by several inches ( I guessed about 5-foot-10), & had a wispy quality to her. Her hair was a dark red, & her breasts were much smaller than Melissa's.

Both women were dressed rather well, in heels, stockings, skirts & blouses all in matching colors. I looked over to see Charlene grinning at me as Melissa measured my penis in her rough hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked Charlene.

"You're being measured for your new clothes, Sweetie."

Every time she called me by that name, I flinched inside.

Rachael ran her hands over my ass, & I jumped at the intrusion.

"What the fuck!?"

"Hey! I told you not to speak like that, Sweetie! Apologize immediately!"

A grin formed on my face, & in spite of my situation, I found myself turning to her to say. "So sorry, Rachael. Feel freely!"

At that, Melissa gasped, & slapped my bare ass hard.

Rachael, however, wasn't the least put off as she responded.

"Thank you, but no. I find it to be much too hairy for my taste!"

At that, all three women laughed loudly.

"Melissa is here to help you with that, Sweetie, amongst other things," Charlene said.

"I'll need to work with her today & tomorrow, then you can expect her uniform in 3 to 4 days, Charlene."

"Thank you, Melissa. I'm going to run into town to get us some food. I'll be back shortly. Sweetie, you are to follow every direction that Melissa or Rachael give you, without complaint or hesitation. Is that clear? Remember, we have your future in our hands!"

Charlene took the camera & left.

Melissa immediately went to work.

"Rachael, take Sweetie & go to the car & get the table & the boxes."

"Yes, m'lady," Rachael answered, taking my arm & walking me to the door.

I paused at the door, not wanting to go outside. I thought I might be seen, though I knew there were no other houses at this end of the street.

"I can't go out there!"

"Yes, you can, Sweetie. The sooner we go, the sooner we can come back in."

With that, she pushed at my back, & I was out the door, walking to the car in the driveway.

The table that Melissa had referred to was a massage table, a pro model, folded up in the back seat. I took that, while Rachael carried in a couple boxes. We carried it all into the kitchen, which was rather large & open. Rachael set up the table, & Melissa came in from the bathroom.

"Good! Now, Sweetie, up with you!"

I climbed up onto the table, my erection had diminished somewhat, but I was still at least half hard. As I lay on my back, Rachael took some straps out of a box, & strapped me down onto the table at my knees, waist, & chest. My arms were also held down in this position, & when she cinched the straps tight, I found I couldn't move.

"Very nice," Melissa hummed.

She then put a bowl in the microwave, & turned it on. As the machine hummed, she turned to stand over me.

"You will be silent. You will not cry out," she said.

Now I was truly afraid. The microwave's bell went off, & Rachael brought the bowl to rest on the edge of the massage table. Melissa scooped some goo out of the bowl, & smeared it onto my chest, & then immediately covered it with a strip of cloth. They continued to do this until my entire chest was covered with cooling goo & rags.

The bell went off again, to time things, I suppose, as Melissa worked on my legs in the same fashion as she had my chest. Rachael began to quickly rip the cloth from my chest, which also ripped out my chest hair. Man, did that hurt! next, they removed the strap from my chest, to get that area as well. They worked silently. All I could hear was the rip when they yanked my hair out, & the gloppy sound of the goo being applied to those places not yet completed.

My eyes were running with tears as they continued until my entire body, on the front side, was free from body hair, save for my pubic area. Then, Melissa went to work on my face. She started plucking my eyebrows, as Rachael put some cuffs on my ankles.

I was distracted by the eyebrow shaping, so I missed when Rachael tied ropes to the D-rings in my ankle cuffs. But I started to panic when she pulled my legs wide apart up over my face, & tied them off to the table, just as Melissa finished her work on my eyebrows. Thus far, I had kept silent, but when they started to smear the goo on my pubic hair, I thrashed as much as I could, & began to yell & curse them.

Rachael simply went to another box, & pulled out a rather nasty-looking instrument, with a stubby fat penis shape on it. Melissa took my balls in her hand, & squeezed it firmly.

"Open up, Sweetie! We can't have you talking like this," she said.

My eyes wide, I opened my mouth & accepted the rubbery-tasting intruder, & Rachael buckled it behind my head. They both played with my cock until it was rock hard & nearly dripping with need, giggling like school girls as they smeared the dreaded goo all over it & my ball sack. Quickly adding the cloth strips, we all waited until they cooled enough to pull off.

Melissa leaned in to my ear & whispered, "Now Sweetie! I can pull your hairs out one at a time, making it very very uncomfortable for you. Or I can do it fast, & get them all in one go. Aren't you sorry that you spoke to us so badly, little girl?"

I nodded my head frantically, hoping to assure them that I was indeed sorry as hell. 'If I ever get out of this, I'll **** them,' I thought.

They toyed with the little strips of cloth for awhile, & then started pulling them off very slowly. It was pure agony! I screamed into the rubber cock in my mouth. I thrashed. I drooled down the sides of my face as my eyes rolled back into my head. Just when I thought I could take no more & live, they ripped them off quickly, & I screamed again.

Melissa then tied a thick string to my ball sack, as Rachael removed the straps from my body.

"Roll over, Sweetie," Melissa ordered, with a little tug on the string.

I complied obediently. I knew this was a woman who took great pleasure in my pain. She held the string as Rachael waxed my reverse side, even getting deep into the crevasse of my ass. It was, to date, my most humbling, horrifying experience, & in the end, my body was totally hair-free.

Next, they had me stand as Melissa held the string, & Rachael rubbed some perfumed moisturizer into my skin. I smelled like a French whore, & looked ridiculous, by the time Charlene returned with food.

"Wow," she said. "That really makes a big difference, doesn't it?"

She had me put that damned apron back on, asking if I'd given them any trouble at all.

Melissa reported my loss of control, & my bad language, in a matter-of-fact way.

"Sweetie! WHAT will I do with you?"

"Charlene, I have something that might help her to remember her place," Melissa said, holding a feather duster in her hand.

"Ooooo, that's a great idea" Charlene laughed. "Has she been prepped for that?"

"Not yet. I wanted to make sure it's the one you wanted, first."

What I hadn't seen, was the other end of the duster was actually a rather nasty-looking purple butt plug (of a medium size, I later learned). The plug part was in her fist, so I couldn't see it.

"After lunch, ladies! I can hardly wait."

I wolfed down a slice of pizza, & was reaching for another, when Charlene stopped me.

"Sweetie! Ladies eat slowly, with small bites. You will act like a lady in my house!"

I blushed furiously, which made them all laugh.

"I love as girl who can still blush in this day & age," Melissa mused, which brought about another round of laughter at my expense.

"Okay, Mel, should we get her prepped?" Charlene asked.

"Yes, I think it's time."

I was led by that damned string upstairs to the bathroom, where Melissa told me to "assume the position."

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because they all started laughing again.

"On the floor, wench! Hands & knees!"

A quick tug on the string & I was at their mercy once again. Rachael filled an enema bag with warm soapy water, & hung it on the shower rod. Melissa lubed up my hole. I was shaking all over at this point.

"Easy, girl! it's just a little cleansing. Nothing to get alarmed about," Melissa told me as she eased the tube into my passage.

SLAP!

Charlene hit my ass!

"I've been wanting to do that for two years, bitch!" She laughed. "Now wag that ass for me!"

Tears again fell from my eyes as I swayed my bottom from side to side.

"Put some FEELING into it! Make me believe it, slut," she said as she hit me again.

I wiggled faster, then slower, then in circles.

"That's more like it!" She laughed again.

Charlene & Melissa left me in Rachael's care, with her holding the string to my balls. The bag emptied, but she made no move off her perch on the toilet. She merely shut the clamp on the hose. I felt the urge rise within, & asked her, in a quiet voice, to let me use the toilet.

"Not yet, Sweetie. It has to be held for awhile."

The cramps set in, & I writhed on the floor, trying to find a position that alleviated the pressure, to no avail. Finally, she told me to purge, & I rushed to the receptacle, almost pushing her over in my frantic rush to make it in time. To my chagrin, she held the string, & filled another bag full.

She inserted the tube, & released the clamp. This was repeated two more times, until I felt so 'flushed out' that I could barely move.

After all of that, she gave the string another tug, saying, "Up with you. Let's get going."

I stumbled along behind her, feeling weak as a limp noodle, until we made our way back down to the kitchen. Charlene & Melissa were sitting there, ******** glasses of wine.

"Did she give you any trouble, Rachael?"

"No, Charlene. She was very compliant."

"HAH! I'll bet she was!" Melissa exclaimed.

"Sweetie, do you have any questions about your duties?" Charlene asked.

"Um...yeah...what ARE they? Do I have to dress like this all the time? Isn't this illegal?"

"Okay, first, your duties are to provide me with whatever I need. That includes doing the laundry, cooking, dishes, dusting, etc. It also includes entertaining me & my friends. As far as the legality is concerned, YOU stripped in my living room, in front of my friends. You also signed the contract, which puts you in my debt for the near future. Perhaps you should have read it after all, huh? The waxing & the other enhancements I have in store for you were all spelled out in plain English, dear.

"Don't interrupt me! You will dress like this until I've decided that you are deserving of a promotion. You can wear more clothes when you have worked hard, & earn them. Understand?"

I nodded my head.

"What 'other' enhancements are you planning for me?"

"That depends upon your performance, Sweetie. I promise you that nothing I do will be permanent, & you can return to your regular life after the 6 months is up. I will also not torment you further, or blackmail you in any way, once your time with me is up. That is spelled out in our contract, which you may take with you at the end of your term with me.

"I expect you to learn what it takes to be a woman. Once you know what we go through at your hands, perhaps you'll be a better person for it. Consider this little time in your life to be a form of rehabilitation & re-education."

Charlene stood, & walked over to me.

"I do like the new look, Sweetie, but you need to learn how to stand, sit, & walk properly before you can earn your new clothes." Her hand was running over my ass, then my chest, where she tweaked a nipple. I gasped.

"You did that to me, once, at work. Do you remember that?"

"Um...yeah, I think I do."

"Uh-huh. Melissa, she's all yours." With that, she sat back down at the table.

Melissa stood. She held a riding crop. She circled me like a drill sergeant.

"You need to push those titties out, wench," she said, as she grabbed my left nipple & tugged on it. "And stick that ass out nice, so it can be groped." She pushed on my crotch with the tip of her crop. "Straighten those legs. Put 'em together! You don't want to advertise that you're an easy fuck, do you? Elbows in. That's slightly better."

She sat back down.

"Rachael has a little something to remind you of your position, here, Sweetie. Bend over & grab your ankles for her." Charlene's voice was harsh & demanding.

As I complied, Rachael stood & walked around to where she knelt just behind me. I felt her cool greased finger run over my bare ass cleft. She dolloped some more lube there, pausing at my entrance. To my horror, as her finger swirled around my anus, my cock began to grow again. Her finger penetrated me, & I gasped. She was fucking my ass with her finger, right in front of my worst enemy! I began to shake all over in pure rage, but it was an impotent rage, at best, for there was nothing to be done but comply, & I knew it. A second finger entered me, & she began to dip in deeper. She added a third, & I was sure that it was all I could take, until she abruptly yanked her digits out. For a fleeting moment, I missed her touch. I think I may have even backed my ass towards her intrusion at one point, but it was all too humiliating to register. My cock was hard as it had ever been.

"Relax, Sweetie. Push out like you're taking a *****" she whispered, as I felt a larger, blunter object at my portal.

I groaned as it popped through my sphincter. I groaned again as it went deeper, stretching my hole. She took no mercy on me, fucking me with the thing. I noticed it got larger & larger as it went deeper & deeper, until it suddenly popped through my ass, & settled into place. It felt like it was locked in there!

"You may stand, now," Rachael said.

As I did, I felt very very full. I looked over my shoulder to see the feather duster sticking out of my ass!

The three ladies roared in laughter at my expression.

"It's just a butt plug, dear," Melissa said. "It will help keep your mind on your work."

My shame was so great that I couldn't respond. I tried to mold my frame into the position that she'd wanted me to assume, when the thing in my ass became alive!

The ladies again laughed at my "OH!" of complete & total surprise. Charlene held up a little remote control.

"I can make this thing do all sorts of things, Sweetie, so you'd better behave!"

"Yes ma'am!," I squawked, red as a beet.

"This will be your uniform for the next few days, Sweetie! You will come to me in the mornings to help you with this, & you will wear it until told otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Yes'm."

"Of course, you'll have to give yourself the enemas. I'm not going there!" she laughed.

I was blushing again. They made me pose this way & that, as Charlene took numerous pictures of the feather duster sticking out of my ass, while my cock was hard enough to cut glass, in spite of my shame.

Melissa taught me, with Rachael's help, how to properly curtsy, & said she had to go, but would see me in the morning.

"Well, Sweetie, you've had a rather long & rough day, haven't you?"

"It hasn't been easy, Charlene."

"I'd rather you call me 'Ma'am,' or m'lady,' Sweetie. Respect is so important, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come,. I'll show you your quarters."

I followed her up the stairs. At the end of the hall, she stopped.

"This is my room, Sweetie. You will bring me breakfast at 6 AM on the dot. I expect you to be clean, inside & out, dear, before you come to me. I'll have one small sausage patty, two eggs over easy, & toast & coffee for breakfast. When you arrive, you will place the tray on the floor, & knock gently until I answer. Are there any questions?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Now, to your room."

We retraced our steps a few feet, & she opened the door into the most girly, frilly room I've ever seen. There was a double canopied bed, all laid out in pink. the windows had no curtains or blinds. the walls were pink. the carpet was pink. The trim was painted white, & there was some awfully frilly gold-leafed furniture.

"Of course there are no clothes in the drawers or closet yet, Sweetie. There is another apron, if you should soil the one you're wearing. You may take the plug out when you go to *****, but if I should call you in the night, I'll expect you to replace it before you present yourself to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned to go, & stopped.

"Sweetie, don't you think you should thank me for saving your ass today?"

Bile rose in my throat as I thanked her in the nicest voice I could muster.

She smiled at me, ran her hands over my bare ass, & walked down the hall to her room.

"See you in the morning!"

"Goodnight, Miss."

I found & set the alarm clock sitting on the empty chest of drawers, for 5 AM, hoping that would give me enough time to shower, purge me ass, & make breakfast. I returned to the bath to brush my teeth & remove & clean off that damned butt plug.

"Tuesday," I thought. "How many more days is in 6 months?"

I soon fell fast asleep, & upon waking, wondered what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I almost ran to the bath, where I cleaned myself as I'd been told to, & galloped down to the kitchen to start breakfast. Finishing it up pretty well, I found a tray, & traipsed up the stairs to 'm'lady's room' to serve her breakfast.

Knocking softly until she called me to enter, I walked in to see Charlene sitting up in bed, her breasts bare to my view. My cock immediately responded, raising the hem of my apron.

"Are you staring at my breasts, Sweetie?" Charlene asked me sweetly. "Don't feel left out, you'll be getting some of your own a little later, today."

I started at those words.

"I...I...er...thought you wouldn't be doing anything permanent to me," I gasped.

"Silly girl! They won't be permanent, Sweetie! It's just saline, & it will be injected directly into your breasts. Your body will flush it out, so there will be lots of those treatments over the next 6 months."

I nearly dropped the tray on the way to her bed.

"Melissa will be here by 9 o'clock to begin your injections, so you'd better have your chores done by then. Just clean the dishes & mop the floor in the kitchen. That should take all the time you have until she gets here."

"Yes, ma'am."

These eggs are done medium, not easy, Sweetie. I know it's your first day, so I'll cut you some slack, but you'd better do better tomorrow!"

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."

"Now, give me a curtsy & run along. I have to go to work, you know!"

I fumbled through my curtsy, & exited as fast as I could. I was thinking "BREASTS! She's gonna put TITS on me! I have GOT to think of a way out of this *****"

I ate a little breakfast of my own, & washed the dishes as Charlene headed for the door. I laughed to myself that she'd forgotten about the butt plug. A bullet dodged!

The phone rang. I refused to answer it. I'd gotten no orders to do so. I heard a click, & then the answering machine started up. As her message ended, I heard Charlene's voice on the line.

"Don't bother to pick up the phone, dear. I just remembered your feather duster! You'll have to insert it, yourself, this morning. Make sure it's in before Mel gets there, or there will be hell to pay! Have a nice day, Sweetie! I know I will without you on the job!"

"FUCK!" I yelled at the machine."Fuckin' BITCH!

I turned to go up the stairs to 'insert' my fucking butt plug, when the phone rang again.

This time it was Melissa, telling me that she'd be a little late, but to make sure I was 'ready' for her.

I was no happier at this news.

"FUCK YOU TOO, YOU BIG-TITTED COW! Fuckin' lesbo CUNT!"

I stormed through the house, cursing everything & everyone I knew. I must have looked rather foolish, naked, save for the little frilly apron, my body completely hairless, stomping my feet & yelling at the top of my lungs, shaking my fist at the heavens, as I went upstairs to insert my butt plug/feather duster.

"Fuck it," I said to myself. I wouldn't put it in until the doorbell rang. They weren't going to feminize my mind, too, if I could help it, though they'd begun a pretty good job on my body. I was dreading the tits that had been promised me. I was sick & tired of the *********** of posing & having my ass & nipples fondled constantly, & it had only been a single day! How was I to survive 6 fucking months?

I went back to the kitchen, & started to clean up after breakfast. I took off the damned apron, too, & just did it all in the nude. I was just finishing the mopping of the floor when I about jumped out of my skin to the sound of Melissa's voice.

"What are you doing, Sweetie?" she asked. "Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Um...er...I thought you would be ringing the bell," I stammered, weakly. I glanced at the clock. They'd tricked me! It was only 8:30! I looked frantically for my apron, found it draped over a nearby chair, & was wrapping it around my waist when Mel stopped me.

"You won't be needing that for awhile, Sweetie." She was glowering at me, & I knew I was in big trouble.

I turned, & would have run out the kitchen door buck naked, if Rachael hadn't stepped in that very portal at that moment. She had boxes in her arms, again. I helped her with them, & Mel told me to go out & get the table.

I was blushing again, & didn't even have the little apron to cover myself as I went out to get the table. After Rachael set it up, I was all too soon upon it, once again. This time I was strapped down even tighter than before. My arms, too, were tied down over my head. My legs were spread by a bar this time. I was vulnerable & completely immobile.

Melissa leaned in close to my face, her anger flashing in her eyes.

"So I'm a 'big-titted COW,' am I? We'll see how much YOU like being the cow, you fucking bitch!" She slapped my face, then. I thought it could probably be heard down the street at the neighbor's house, it cracked so loud.

"I'm sorry, I thought..."

"Rachael! Shut this tramp up! Stuff her mouth full. I'll stuff her ass. Then we can begin." Her eyes were glaring at me again.

When Rachael brought that penis gag to my lips, I turned my head. Mel punched me in the balls so hard I thought I'd puke.

"Make me hurt you again, Sweetie. I LIKE to hurt you!"

Gasping for air, I opened my mouth for Rachael, & she buckled the device in place as Mel raised my spread legs, & started greasing up my back hole.

"You best be very cooperative, or I promise you I won't use the lube next time, slut!"

I immediately tried to relax as she stuffed my ass with yet another plug. This one felt bigger, & it must have shown in my eyes.

"Yes, this one's for training, Sweetie. It'll open you up nicely, so all the boys can have a turn on you without hurting you...not that I'm against that, but Charlene seems to want to keep you intact." She held up a little bulb pump, & squeezed it a couple of times. To my chagrin, I felt it expand inside my ass, pressing against my prostate, which, in turn, made my cock rise against my will.

"Oh, you like this, don't you, slut? I'll bet you'd love to feel my fist in there, as we make sweet lesbo love, huh?" she spat in my face.

I was shaking all over, but not from rage, this time. She had me well & truly scared for life & limb as she tied the spreader bar down.

"See this?" she asked, holding a syringe in front of my eyes. "This is a time-released hormonal compound. It's designed to help you develop milk in these fine titties of yours. Hope you like it."

She then slowly plunged that long needle into my left pec, pushing it in deep, making me scream into the cock-shaped plug in my mouth. She inserted it four times, in different areas around my nipple, until the syringe was emptied. Then, she filled another, & repeated the process around my right nipple.

I was drenched in sweat at this point.

"Aw, Sweetie, we haven't even started to build up your titties yet. Just relax & watch me work. You're gonna be so beautiful!"

Now she held up an even larger needle. I noticed that the contents were a yellowish color. I turned my questioning eyes to Mel.

"Oh! You thought you were getting saline, didn't you? Well, I've decided that saline works its way out of your system way too fast. This, dearie, is pure human collagen. It will stay in your body a long time. I won't need to do so many repeat injections on you, so you can thank me for that. I think, for today, our goal will be a C cup."

She then plunged the needle into my chest, & slowly pushed out the very thick contents. I could feel it going in. It was cooler than I was. She had to keep pushing on the plunger, removing it, moving the thing somewhere else, & repeating the procedure. I lay on that table for 5 solid hours, in pure agony, watching as my chest took on new dimensions.

Rachael wasn't idle, either. She was occasionally stroking my cock, then she'd pump that damned plug in my ass even bigger, & my cock couldn't get soft.

"Aw, Sweetie likes having tits! Look at that! Well, next week you'll be even more excited, because I'm coming back to make them even bigger!"

At the end of the 5 hours, I was completely broken. The agony of the entire day had come crashing into my psyche, & my body had been so tense for so long that it was worn out.

Rachael unstrapped me, & helped me to stand. My legs wanted to give out on me, but I was determined not to show them weakness.

"Get that bar stool, Rachael."

Rachael pulled out a bar stool, & led me to it.

"I wasn't going to do this, today, Sweetie, but your language & your lack of uniform must be punished. Charlene has told me what to do. Put your belly on the stool, Sweetie."

I was shocked, to say the least. Was she going to spank me, now, after the last 5 hours of *******? Rachael tied my arms & ankles to the legs of the stool, & I tensed myself for the riding crop that Mel had held yesterday.

Imagine my surprise when I felt the needle enter my ass cheek instead! I felt the cool fats enter into me, & I groaned in helpless frustration.

"Oh, baby! You're gonna have a nice back porch!" Mel giggled. "I can't wait to see you wag this fine ass for Charlene tomorrow!"

Another 3 hours of *******, & I was spent. When Rachael untied me, I rolled to the floor, wincing as my ass touched the cold tiles. I rolled to my side, & curled into the ***** position.

"No, no, little missy! Rachel, help her up. We need to check her sizes for the fitting, tomorrow."

Again, I was assisted to stand. I swayed slightly as Mel took her cloth tape measure, & checked me over yet again. I was amazed to see that my cock could still get hard after all of this *****, but Rachael managed it with her nimble fingers.

"Yep. Sweetie's tits are even bigger than yours, Rachael! She's gonna be one hot to trot slut! HAH!" Mel reached down & stroked my cock. "You're gonna love the new you!"

Rachael pumped that plug up even further, & I swayed on my feet again.

"So you want to make it up to me, Sweetie? I can make things easier for you, you know. It doesn't have to be like this."

I looked at her with pleading in my eyes, & nodded my head.

"Here, we'll take that off so I can hear you, Sweetie!" Mel removed the penis gag, & sat at the kitchen table. "Stay right there, Sweetie. I want to look at you while we chat."

I tried to stand straighter, like she'd shown me to yesterday. Pushing my tits out & my ass at the same time was a bit of a strain, but I did it, & remembered to keep my legs together, & my elbows in. That posture, of course, put more pressure on my prostate, & my ass felt like I had a dead groundhog in there, weighing me down & filling me until I felt positively pregnant! ('Where did THAT thought come from?')

"Up on your toes, Sweetie, like you're wearing some high heels! That's it! Now, turn around for me."

I spun on my tippie-toes. I wiggled my ass at her command. I didn't jump when Rachael stroked my big ass, nor when she felt up my tits. Then, to my complete surprise, Rachael leaned down & licked my nipples. At that, I gasped, & fell back down onto my flat feet. But it seemed like I had pushed my tits into her face. (Was I getting turned ON by this stuff?)

"I know you're a little tired right now, Sweetie, but I have to say that I'm impressed with your development. Those tits! That ass! You're starting to look really good to me. Rachael & I would love to play with you, Sweetie! Wouldn't we, Rach?"

"Oh yeah," Rachael whispered in my ear. "I wanna feel your tongue on me. Those tits look really good on you!"

I was whipped, & I knew it. I'd been debased, de-SEXed, & put through over 8 hours of penetrating pain & ************ I'd never have imagined in my life. I was in no position to refuse, yet I knew I couldn't possibly perform, right now.

My head hung. There was nothing I could say or do to defend myself from these women, & it seemed as though they were going to have their way with me.

"Listen, dear. I just wanted to let you know that we're interested. I can see that this day has you rather run down, but I'd like to hear you say that we can play. Maybe tomorrow morning? You play nice with me, & things will go a lot easier on you. I have some pain killers & some local anesthetics that I can use on you in the future, Sweetie. Would you like that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whimpered. My voice was cracking after all the screeching I'd done into the gag. To keep it from sounding too ridiculous, considering my present appearance, I tried whispering in a higher register. "I'd like that very much. I'm sorry I said those things. It wasn't about you. I was frustrated & scared. ma'am."

"Say no more about it, right Rachael?"

Rachael agreed, but said that there was 'the tape,' & there was no way to fix that.

"You'll still have to deal with Charlene when she comes home, Sweetie," she told me.

"Well, since there's nothing we can do about that," Melissa continued, "we still have to get you acquainted with some new items in your uniform, Sweetie. May I assume that you'll be up for some playtime, tomorrow?"

She was leaning forward, stroking my breasts, & looking deeply into my eyes. I thought about what I'd just gone through at the hands of this woman. Could I possibly let her have her way with me, sexually? With Rachael joining in? On the other hand, could I go through this again, knowing that by having her 'play with me,' I may avoid a lot of this pain?

"Of course we can play, ma'am!"

There! I'd said it! I was now officially a weak little whore in my own eyes. I couldn't imagine what these two would think of me.

"Great! It's settled, then! Now, let's get you into your new bra!"

I walked to the table, & Rachael presented me with a beautiful lacy garment. As I looked at it, though, it looked strange to me. I finally figured it out. There were holes cut out for my nipples! I would have my nipples sticking out of this thing, & somehow, that seemed even worse than being bare-breasted.

"You'll have to rouge your nipples before you put this on, Sweetie," Melissa told me. "As you can see, it's designed to put them on display, so you'll want them to look their best."

She showed me how to put it on, backwards, "with the cups & straps UP, if you please!" Then, I had to turn it around, & snake it up to my chest, put my arms through the straps, & then had to push & pull my tits in the cups until the nipples lined up right with the holes. It took me some time before I got it just right. I noticed that my skin felt stretched, & it was odd having this extra weight on my chest, but it was less painful than I'd expected. Once I had everything right, it felt good to wear it, because the swaying of my new tits was rather distracting, & very disconcerting, especially since I knew that this was to be my life for the near future. The bra itself seemed to make me sit or stand straighter, pushing my tits out to view. The oddest part at this point came when I looked down into my own cleavage! Reality check! This was surreal!

"I'm working on a corset for you, dear. Until then, this will do, & we have to remember that your tits will be getting a lot bigger over the next few weeks. Don't look so alarmed! It's totally temporary. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about! Speaking of that pretty little head...You need a wig. Rachael? What color, do you think?"

"Platinum!"

"HAHAHAH! That would be for a queer man, Rach! What we have here is a totally feminine slut! Blond, perhaps?"

"Yeah! A blond bimbo," Rachael laughed. I was beginning to dislike her as much as I did Melissa. "A big-titted, round-assed, blond bimbo! Will she be wearing false eyelashes, too?"

"Of course! And full slut makeup, as well. In the meantime, we'll remember to bring that with us, tomorrow. Now, did we bring the shoes, dear?:"

Rachael got a pair of black stiletto heels from a box, & presented them to me.

"Here ya go! You have feet like a sasquatch, babe," Rachael giggled at me.

I took the things, & worked them onto my feet. As I buckled the straps, Rachael added a little padlock onto each shoe, & I saw that there would be no removing this item from my uniform without help.

Rachael then tied my apron around my waist, & bent & kissed my exposed nipples, as her hand ran around gently on my big ass. I shuddered in need, & blushed when I saw Mel watching with a gleam in her eyes.

"Come here, you little slut! I want a taste of those nubbins, too!"

I walked to her, & presented my tits to her. She leaned in & licked each of my nipples, while she reached through my legs to gently manipulate the plug in my ass. My cock was pointing right into her big tits, & I longed to push it in there, but that would get my ass closer to her, where she could really work that plug, so I kept it pushed back away from her body.

"Look at how she pushes her ass out for more attention, Rachael! Oooh, we're going to have such fun tomorrow, Sweetie! I can do things to a girl you've never imagined! Better get lots of ***** tonight! You'll need your rest, because I'm insatiable, once I get started. Hope you like to eat pussy!"

"And ass," Rachael chimed in.

"Keep this nice & lubed up, tonight, Sweetie! I'll want it nice & pliant tomorrow!"

I shuddered as her fingers ran around the edge of the plug.

"Honey, I'm home."

I jumped to hear Charlene's announcement. Mel was still feeling me up, & sucking my nipples, when Charlene walked into the kitchen.

"Well, it looks like you two are hitting it off well! Any trouble today, Mel? Or are you too busy to answer?"

Mel pulled back, grinned at me wolfishly, leaned in & nibbled at my breasts again.

"Let's view the tape, Charlene. I think you'll be surprised." Then she gave 3 very long pumps on the plug in my ass, & I gasped, looking right into her eyes as she said, "This little slut has a lot to learn, & I'm anxious to teach her!"

Betrayed! I knew it! The fucking cow was turning me in, & enjoying it, right after she asked me to join her in lesbian love, & I'd agreed. Would she tell on me for that, too?

I was led into the living room, & made to stand near Charlene. Rachael turned on the tv, & hit a few buttons on a remote. They all started laughing at my little tantrum playing on the set, & Charlene was even groping my ass as she watched. Rachael fast-forwarded through my torturous breast expansion to the end, where Mel & Rachael told me they wanted to play with me. When she heard me agree to it, Charlene grasped my cock.

"Gee! Sweetie's a lesbian? Guess you won't be needing this, then," she laughed, & pumped up the bulb for my ass plug. "Better get used to having your pussy stretched, though!"

At that, all three of them started laughing, & I blushed once more.

"Look at those tits! What was it that guy used to say to me at work? 'If I had tits like those, I'd never have to leave the house!' I like 'em!" With that, Charlene reached out & squeezed my sore tit flesh, gently, before leaning in to nibble & suck at my nipples.

"I'm sure you want to go & play with your new tits, Sweetie," Mel interrupted. "But there are some things you need to do, maintenance, if you will." She giggled.

Rachael put three bottles of lotion on the table.

"These are creams to keep you from getting stretch marks. You should rub it in every 4 hours." Rachael reached back into a box set on the floor next to her chair. She brought out 2 odd-looking devices & placed them on the table. "These are your breast pumps. We got you two, so you could do it more efficiently, using both at once. They'll make your nipples bigger, as well as deliver the milk, you cow."

"Well, I've had quite enough of little miss potty-mouth, Charlie," Mel turned to me. "I"ll be back in the morning to play, Sweetie! Better get your *****!"

Rachael & Melissa gathered up the table & boxes, & left Charlene & I in the kitchen, alone together.

"I can't believe that you'd just give yourself to her like that! You DO know who PAID for those tits that you're so fond of?"

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say. Did CHARLENE want to play with me, too? Was this all just a set up to further humiliate me?

She stood, circled around me. She stopped right behind me, reached around me to grab my boobs in her hands. She pulled me back into her own breasts, & I noticed just how big my ass had been stretched, as her pelvis came up hard against it. Her breath was hot on my ear when she spoke.

"I DID say that you're here to entertain me & my friends, Sweetie. I was just hoping to spend some quality time with these changes before I whored you out to my friends." She was pinching my nipples in her fingers, pulling them through the holes in my bra. "I want to watch you, tonight, Sweetie. Here, take your breast cream & work it in. Sit on the table."

I sat on the heavy wooden table, & removed my bra. Next, I poured a generous portion of the cream into my palm, & started to rub it on my tits.

"Oh! Damn that looks just like cum, Sweetie! You go, girl!"

I looked down, & sure enough, it looked like I was rubbing a huge cum load into my tits, just like I'd seen in porn a hundred times. I don't know if it was the sight that so turned me on, or her words, but I had a blue-veiner in record time.

"Look at your little clit standing up so proud! Here, Sweetie, take this," I looked up to see her holding an 8 inch dildo out to me. "You need some relief, girl! Let me help you!"

She grabbed the bulb to my butt plug, & twisted a valve. I felt it deflate within me. Then Charlene had me turn around & bend over, so she could remove the thing. I couldn't believe how empty I felt when it slid out of my ass.

"Now stand up & show me that ass, girl, like a stripper, you sexy bitch!"

I didn't even know how to respond to that request. I was a man, dammit!

I gaped at her until she spoke.

"Sweetie! I just came in here & saw you being worked over by the girls! Don't tell me that you're feeling shy, now!"

"Actually, m'lady, I'm quite confused. What is it exactly that you want from me?"

"I want to watch you put this," she grabbed the dildo on the table & shook it at me, "up your pussy. I want to see you move that ass around, like you pushed me to do for so long over the last two years. I want you to feel as debased as I have, so often at your hands. Now, get busy! And remember," she smiled, "I have everything you've done so far on my computer. Do you think the guys at work would like to see you in action? I can release it all on lots of porn sites, too. You could be a star!"

I was nonplussed, to say the least. She had the reins to my life right now. There was nothing I could think of to get out of my present situation. I looked down at my glistening breasts, my hairless body, the shoes on my feet, & I knew I was lost, for the foreseeable future, & could do nothing but that which this woman demanded.

I took the dildo from her hand, & ran it between my breasts. I was not feeling very sexual, at this point, & it showed.

"No, Sweetie. You have to prove to me & the camera that you love this cock. Give it a kiss."

I pursed my lips, & kissed the tip of the rubber thing. Then, keeping in mind what she had said, I licked its length before taking the mushroom head into my lips, & sucked it in deeper.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Work that cock!"

I blushed, & bobbed my head along its length.

"Enough! I want to see that booty at work, bitch! Turn around & show me that ass!"

I spun on my toes & wagged my big bulbous butt at her

"Use that titty cream & lube yourself up, Sweetie," Charlene whispered at me.

I poured a generous helping into my palm. I couldn't believe it was my hand at work, as it reached back & smeared the slippery stuff over my ass crack. I felt the cool slime seep into my skin, & my finger teased my own hole. I was nearly crying when she clapped her hands & told me to use more fingers. I soon had three fingers sliding up into myself as I bobbed my head on that dildo, which I had placed on the table.

"Damn, girl! It looks like you got cum all over your ass! That's so hot," she exclaimed. "Now, lick the base, Sweetie, & stick it onto the stool."

I licked the suction cup base of the thing, & stuck it to the stool by pushing it down firmly. When I released it, it bobbled lewdly at me.

"Now, hook your heels into the bottom rungs of the stool, & lower yourself onto the cock like a good girl, Sweetie."

It amazed me how graphic Charlene could talk, almost as much as it amazed me that she could think in such terms.

I hooked my left heel into the lowest rung on the stool, & swung my right leg over the dildo to hook that heel in place, & I stood there over the thing. I couldn't seem to bring myself to lower my ass onto it.

"Here, Sweetie," Charlene whispered , "I'll help you. I can line it up for you, so all you need to do is sit down."

My legs were shaking badly at this point, after the rigors of the day thus far. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off the inevitable for long, so when I felt her add some lube to the prong, her hands brushing my thighs as she worked, I started to settle down onto it, as she had ordered. I flinched when I felt it brush my cheeks. She was wiggling it in my crack, lining it up with my already stretched out opening. When she got it just right, she held it fast with one hand, & pushed down on my shoulder with the other, & I felt it enter me with barely any resistance.

"Oh my god, girl! You were SO ready for that!" she laughed.

She let go of the cock, & pushed down on both my shoulders, saying "Oh yeah, baby! Take it! Take it ALL!" as I finally gave up & sat on it.

I felt it slide up into my bowels, & it actually felt kind of nice to be filled up again, after the removal of the plug.

Charlene's hands went straight to my cock, lathering it up with the goo left on her hands.

"Play with yourself, slut, while you bounce on that big dick!"

She grabbed both my hands & pulled them to my crotch, & only let go when I started to grip myself.

"Yeah! Bounce, baby! Make those titties shake for me!"

I shuddered my shoulders, & felt my tits swaying as my hand fairly flew along my own cock. I stood & fell, stood & fell onto that prick in my ass. I was just about to come when it hit me as to what I was doing in this woman's kitchen.

I stood off the cock, which exited with a loud plopping sound, stepped off the stool awkwardly, & fell to the floor in sobs.

"Aw, Sweetie! It's okay," Charlene whispered. She was petting my back as I knelt on the floor weeping.

The next thing I knew, she was working that dildo back into my ass as I cried. She was kissing my back, with one hand snaked down to squeeze my tit as she fucked me with the thing.

"It's just something you have to go through, dear. You take it well. Come on! Get into the spirit of it all with me, Sweetie! You can do this!"

There was a twisted little part inside me that wanted to do it, & she was bringing it out in me. Soon enough, I was pushing back onto her toy, & stroking my cock for all I was worth.

"That's it, Sweetie! Cum for me! Take that cock!"

My breasts were swinging on my chest, & I think that's what did me in. I came in huge bursts, my cum actually spitting onto my breasts at the start, before it spilled onto the floor. I groaned loud & long as my maleness poured from my cock.

Charlene had been really ramming me with that cock at the end, & she held it tight to me ass, as deep as it would go, as the final shudders went through my system. Then, she abruptly let it drop. The suction cup hit the floor, but the head stayed lodged in my worn-out ass, which was starting to burn a little from all the friction,

"I told you your ass was mine," she laughed. "You're such an easy slut! I can't believe how easy this was - to get you to suck & fuck a cock! I'm going to enjoy showing this to Mel & Rachael!"

I hung my head in shame, & she yanked the cock out of my ass.

"Eight o'clock, Sweetie! Time for your first milking!"

I had that deer-in-the-headlights look, again, I'm sure, but Charlene wasn't amused this time.

"Get the hell up, bitch," she ordered in a low voice. "I'm going to show you just one time how to do this. You're expected to do it on your own every two hours from now on, so you'd better pay close attention!"

I groaned as I clawed my way into a standing position, & she indicated that I needed to sit at the table. Before I could sit, though, she picked up that damned dildo, & stuck it onto the chair I was to sit at. I lowered myself back onto the rubber cock. It felt like a log in my bowels.

"I like how your tits sit at just the perfect height for this," Charlene raved.

She handed me a breast pump. She showed me how to attach it to my breast, & I thrilled to the feeling as the thing hummed. I put the other one on, & she poured us each a glass of wine as the little machines worked on my nipples.

At the end of a half hour, & two glasses of wine, Charlene allowed me to remove the little suckers from my boobs. I gasped when I saw my nipples. They were at least twice the size they'd been when they were put in there!

"Oh, now that looks nicer, doesn't it? A few months with these, & you'll look great in a tight sweater, babe!"

I nodded my head. I couldn't talk. I had some strong emotions warring within me. I hated this, but it felt really good. What was she doing to me?

"Now, you'll have to set your alarm to get this done, but you must do this every two hours. Do NOT forget! You have to pump them for a half hour, so you'll only get an hour & a half between 'feedings.' I'm sure that you can fit this into your busy schedule." She laughed at me, then, & my hatred welled up within, threatening to have me do her harm.

She must have seen my muscles flex, or some other warning sign.

"Sweetie, you're on cam every second in my house. Just so you know, the images are sent off-site. So don't get any ideas about skimping on your duties, or hurting anyone in my home. There are records out there."

"I thought you weren't going to expose me during all of this!" I panicked.

"Sweetie, when a lady takes a man into her house, & has had as many problems as I've had with that man, certain steps must be taken to assure her safety." She smiled at me, then. "Besides, it was all covered in your contract. I guess you must have missed that part, huh?"

Charlene went into the living room to watch tv as I stood up slowly off the dildo.

"Put that plug back in, Sweetie! We can't have your ass closing up on you. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow!" She chuckled as I swore inwardly.

I replaced the plug, & pumped it up until I couldn't stand it any more. I donned my bra & apron, removed the breast pumps from the table, rinsed them & returned them to their boxes, & began to make dinner for us both.

Dinner consisted of light fare - a salad with pre-cooked chicken strips, & more wine.

"That was lovely, Sweetie! Oh! I almost forgot! I have a present for you!"

She seemed to actually enjoy it as she handed me a few packages of stockings. I gaped at her, then at them. She unlocked the shoes on my feet, & sat there on her heels smiling at me.

"I don't know how to put them on," I admitted wearily.

"Oh, Sweetie! Come here. I'll help you!:"

She showed me how to roll them up, then unroll them on my legs so as not to get a run in them. Then I had to replace my heels, which she locked on again, & model the stay-ups for her.

"The others are not stay-ups, love. You'll need to wear them when you get your corset. I can't wait to see you in that! You're going to be so hot!"

She tweaked my nipple through my bra again, & I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. I hadn't had this much sex in a long while, & yes, I know - it was only once, & it was just me jerking off while she fucked me in the ass. Still, it was nice to have even that contact with another person, on some level. Plus, it had been pretty damned intense!

By ten o'clock, I was dying for *****, but I had to use those breast pumps again. She sat with me again, & we shared more wine. Then it was time for me to retire, but I had to wait until I was dismissed.

"Better get to bed, Sweetie. Don't forget to set your alarm. I'd hate to have to punish you."

"Yes, ma'am."

I set my alarm for midnight after Charlene had removed the locks on my shoes. She kissed my nipples before going off to her room.

As I slid into bed, I noticed my breasts yet again. When I lay on my side, they actually fell together in a clump. I wasn't used to this warmth, this extra flesh. It was very difficult to get to *****, as they kept reminding me of their new size & shape.

The alarm! I was so fuzzy that I forgot what was going on until I had rushed into the bathroom to jump in the shower. I couldn't have gotten more than a few minutes' *****. My breasts reminded me of what had to be done, when they swayed as I moved.

I went to the kitchen & got my pumps, & sat at the table before realizing that I'd forgotten to take out the butt plug when I'd retired. I was too tired to take it out, now, & sat there for a half hour as they worked on my little nubbins. When the timer went off, I took them with me upstairs, where I removed that plug and collapsed into bed, after setting the clock for two.

Two o'clock came all too soon, & I just got the pumps & placed them on my nipples, & went back to ***** with them humming happily along.

At four thirty, I awoke to severe pain in my tits. I shut the damned things off, cursing my stupidity for forgetting to set the alarm, forgetting to remove them in time, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. I set the clock for 5, & tried to get another short doze in before I had to get on with my day. I noticed that there were blisters on my nipples. There would be no hiding what happened, if what she said about the cameras were true.

At five, I rushed once more to get myself & m'lady's breakfast in order. I was knocking at her door at precisely 6:02, & thought I'd done a pretty good job of it all.

"Go pump your breasts, Sweetie, & come back for me at 6:30."

"But. ma'am. your breakfast will be cold!"

"Go!"

I went to my room & put the machines back in place. The next 30 minutes were pure agony, but I somehow survived it.

She was bare-breasted again, & I was looking at them rather than into her eyes.

"I'm up here, Sweetie! Damn, girl! Don't you ever get enough tit action?"

At that, she looked at my nipples, which were peeking through the bra.

"Oh, dear! What have you done to yourself?"

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "I fell asleep with them on."

"Ouch! I'll bet that hurts quite a bit! Oh well. I assume you'll know better next time, eh?"

"Yes ma'am! I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you'll be when the girls get here, I imagine," she laughed as she locked my heels into place on my feet.

"Do I have to do these things. m'lady? Today?"

"What's so special about today? You got sore tits? Happens to us all the time, Sweetie. Get used to it!:"

I went on with my duties as she left for work. Melissa was there promptly at 8, & she laughed at my swollen blistered nipples.

"Okay, so I guess you learned a valuable lesson today, didn't you? No more of that for 3 days, then we'll see how well this cream works, as you heal."

I poured her coffee, & she told me that Rachael would be there later, but we could still 'play.'

"Come here, Sweetie."

I stood before her as her hands swept all over my exposed skin. She pumped on my plug until I gasped in pain, & nearly doubled over.

"Crawl under the table, dear, & give me a kissssss," Melissa hissed at me.

Feeling like a two-bit whore, I got on my knees & sought out her pussy in the dark, between her thick thighs. I licked & rubbed my face in her juices, as she sighed. This went on for a good 30 minutes, until she started to spasm in her chair, gripping my head & ******* my face further in her depths.

Then the plug in my ass came alive again. Someone was pumping it up even more. I pressed my face even harder to Mel's pussy, trying to escape the cramping pain within, when I felt a slap on my ass.

"Enough," Mel announced, pushing my head away. "That was nice, but you need to use your tongue more, slut!"

I looked to my left to see another pair of feet in heels. As I crawled out from under the table, Rachael's eyes met mine, & she looked pissed off.

"My turn," she announced. She pushed her panties to the floor, & stepped out of them. Then, she bent over the table, & pulled up her skirt.

"Kiss my ass, Sweetie," she ordered.

I placed my hands on her hips, & leaned in to begin licking along her cleft. I licked my way on down, down, down, until I made contact with her sphincter. It opened right up to my tongue, & I fucked her with it for awhile, as she cooed & sighed.

My hands started to wander at one point, but she told me to keep them right where they were, & to keep using my tongue on her hole.

My neck & my tongue were just about worn out by this point, & she finally pushed back one final time, then pushed my head away & dropped her skirt into place. I sat back on my heels, waiting for their next order.

Glancing over, I gasped at Melissa's image. She had stripped off her blouse, bra, & skirt, & was standing there with a huge strapon cock waving at my face. The view of her tits against the 9 incher she waved at me was completely disorienting, & after a long night with little *****, I don't know what came over me, but I simply opened my mouth when she stepped forward, & enveloped her appendage in my pursed lips as if I'd done it all my life. She pumped into my face for a few minutes, then ordered me to bend over the table like Rachael had done.

I winced when my sore tits hit the cool table, but they made me stay there for a bit. Rachael pulled my emptied plug from my ass, & plunged four lubed fingers into me to the hilt in one swift push. I gasped, then relaxed into the situation as she nearly fisted my ass. I was getting used to it, though I was a little sore after yesterday's exertions.

"Move," Melissa told Rachael. She was moving into place behind me, & I wearily expected a rough ride from this mean lesbian, but I was too broken to fight her.

The tip of the toy touched my hole, then eased in nice & slow. She was teasing me! I wasn't going to answer her teasing, though. I just stood there impassively as she worked my hole with the tip of her big cock. She turned it this way & that, slid it up & down my crack, then back into me, constantly moving, teasing me, & it was feeling really good. Then, I felt something I never would have expected. Rachael must have crawled under the table, & was gobbling my entire 7 inch cock into her mouth! I was so surprised that I pulled away from her at first, which only served to impale my ass onto Mel's big prick. Once she felt me moving onto her length, Mel went crazy on my ass, fucking me like I've never had the nerve to do to anyone. She really fucked me! She gripped my hips in an iron clasp & RAMMED it to me, over & over, as Rachael kept her tongue working on my cock, bobbing her head up & down my hardness.

"Ooooh, GOD," I cried.

"Say it!" Mel yelled out.

"Say what?"

"Beg me to fuck you! Say it! I can do this all day long, slut, so you'd better say it!"

"Oh my god! NO!"

"Yesssss," she hissed, & if it were possible, she was pounding my ass even harder.

Rachael was sucking like a well pump on my member, & I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck me," I whimpered.

"What? I can't hear you, slut!"

"Fuck me." Slightly louder this time.

"LOUDER! Beg me for my cock!"

I was so close I couldn't stop myself if I tried.

"Fuck me! Suck me! Fuck me ASS! YES! FUCK ME HARDER! I'm gonna CUM!"

Mel slammed into me once again, &, like Charlene the night before, held me there by my sore tits as I pumped my seed into Rachael's mouth, with that huge cock buried as deep as it would go into my ass.

But they didn't stop just because I was finished. Rachael kept sucking on my tender member, & Mel started pumping me yet again. I squealed, trying to pull out of Rachael's sucking lips, but Mel held me fast in place, & I had to endure as they continued their double assault on my poor ****** body.

"No! Take it out! Stop! It HURTS!"

"I haven't cum yet, Sweetie," Mel whispered into my ear as she continued pounding my back door. "This isn't for YOU, you know! And Rachael really likes to suck dick, don't you, Rachael?"

"Yes, Mel! This is a nice one, too." And she went back on it, sucking it hard & deep.

As her tongue danced on it, my cock grew hard again, but it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as I would have thought, since it was still in that over-tenderized zone, right after I come.

"It takes me awhile the second time," Mel mused as she kept at her relentless pounding of my backside. "But it's worth it in the end, Sweetie!"

Rachael was tonguing my balls, & I relished the respite from the head of my cock for a moment. My tits were crushed in Mel's hands, & I could feel hers on my back, so soft & warm & yielding. I imagined I could feel her nipples grazing me, too, but she was pressed up tight against me as she worked my ass over a second time.

Rachael went back to my cock, & I began to moan in pleasurable sensations I'd never dreamed of, between these two demanding women.

"Say it!" Mel yelled again, & I needed no more prompting as I begged her to fuck my ass in no uncertain terms.

She gripped my tits so hard they hurt, but I loved it as she pumped my ass so full, so fast, so joyfully. She was really hot up against my back, & I could feel the sweat between us as we slid together. Rachael was throating my cock, something that I had never before experienced, & I shot a volley of cum in there as Mel screamed her way through an intense orgasm.

My face was on the table, yet I was still whispering "fuck me!" over & over, as Rachael slipped her lips off my spent cock, & Mel gently pulled the log from my tensing, spasming asshole.

"Can do," Mel said. "Your turn, Rach!"

Mel pulled the dildo off of her strapon. Her cock slammed onto the table right in front of my face, making me jump as it startled me.

I blinked my eyes, & looked over my shoulder to see Rachael lifting up her skirt. What I saw there made me gasp yet again, in spite of my worn out state. There, jutting between her thighs, was the thickest cock I'd ever seen anywhere, on-screen or off, & I'd seen a lot of porn.

It had to be 2 1/4 inches thick, though it was barely longer than my own. She slathered some lube on it, while looking me in the eye with an evil gleam in her own.

She stepped up & began pressing it in. I liked the spongy feel of the head at my passage, but as it pressed further in, I wondered how I could possibly take that monster. Suddenly, it popped through my tensed portal, & I groaned in pain as it wormed its way into my depths.

"Oh my god it's too big," I exclaimed. "PLEASE TAKE IT OUT IT HURTS!"

"Nonsense," Mel whispered in my ear. "You'll take it, & more, a LOT more. Just relax & enjoy the ride, Sweetie!"

The pain eased as she continued to pump that monster into me, but it didn't ever quite go away. I was beginning to thrill to it all, though - this hot-looking woman with a cock fucking me senseless, while another with some huge jugs looked on & encouraged us both. Before long, I was begging her just like I had Mel, & she was delivering with a passion I'd never seen in her to date. Mel was jerking my cock, & Rachael was holding my tits in a vice. I could feel her balls slam up against my own with every thrust, & even that was exciting. I was coming, begging for her cock, pushing back on it, tears streaming down my face as Mel wanked the last few drops of semen from my limp member. As she filled me with her sperm, Rachael pressed in hardest of all, & I could feel her pubic hair scratching at my crack as she leaned forward & pressed her tits into my back. She held there until her cock went limp in me, &, on some level, I wanted to thank her for that. It felt good to have it shrinking inside me. Then my clenching hole spat her cock out, & I felt her shudder on my back as the tender head popped out of me.

Then, suddenly, the girls were all business. They told me that my demeanor was too "butch," & that I really needed some feminine training.

They had me walk in the heels, stand, sit, turn in a chair, bend over to pick up a dildo, & they were very strict about my motions. If I were exposing too much, they slapped my ass (which was what was usually exposed). If I were too masculine in a motion, they belittled me & told me that I'd never pass like that, & I'd need to, soon, so I'd best get it together, They worked on my voice, my hand gestures, everything I could have thought of, to make me appear more like a real woman.

Finally came the lessons on make up & hair, as they brought out my wig. I almost had it after two or more hours. The false eyelashes were the hardest part to get used to. I felt like I had two huge butterflies glued to my eyelids.

Then Charlene came home, & I went to fix dinner for everyone.

After dinner, I was spent. It had been a hard day, but once Mel & Rachael had left, I 'entertained' Charlene by modeling myself for her again as she groped me like a stripper. It was something I found myself actually enjoying, on some level.

Then it was off to bed, after removing the make up & eyelashes & the butt plug.

I awoke early. I went through my new morning rituals with ease, & made a good breakfast for m'lady. I knocked & entered, yet still found my eyes drawn to Charlene's breasts.

To my amazement, she grabbed them & held them out to me.

"Kiss them, Sweetie," she ordered.

I leaned in & did just that, as she nibbled her toast & giggled at my attempts to stay out of her way.

"Go put on your make up, you fucking lesbo slut. The girls won't be here, today, but there may be a delivery that you need to sign for."

I gasped at this, wondering how I was going to have to present myself to some sweaty deliveryman.

I left her with my locks on my shoes, & returned to my room to apply my make up, where I think I did a passable job.

Before leaving for work, Charlene presented me with a curious open-backed black leather skirt. It had buckles & straps at the hemline, so that it looked, from the front, like a pencil-thin skirt, but my ass was totally open to view.

Then, she showed me a little light jacket in the foyer closet, that I could throw on before answering the door, to hide my bare nipples poking out of my bra.

"Wouldn't want you to get ****d this early in your employment," she joked. "You can only wear this to answer the door, Sweetie. Remember the cameras. I'll know if you wear anything you're not allowed to."

I didn't think the reference to **** was a very funny remark, but I kept my lips sealed on the subject.

I did my morning chores, & was roaming the house looking to find something else to do when the doorbell rang.

I flushed immediately from head to toe. I tip-toed to the door, grabbing the jacket from the closet on the way. I pulled it on, only to discover that it wouldn't completely close! My cleavage would be on display in spite of the thing. I sighed, & pulled open the door.

There. on the porch, was a cute little delivery woman. She was a dirty blond, holding a clipboard for me to sign.

"I think this is pretty big," she said, looking me up & down. "Hold on. I'll be right back with it."

She went into her truck, & rummaged around, before appearing at the side door of her truck with a rather large box on a hand truck. She eased it to the ground, saying that it was heavy. Then she rolled it to the porch, as I stood there trying not to let her see my back side, while keeping the jacket semi-closed.

She rolled it to the door, & paused, waiting for me to move out of her way.

I almost told her to leave it on the porch, but something made me step back, as she pulled it into the foyer.

"Where would you like me to put it?"

"Er...um...just there's fine, I think."

"You sure? I don't mind, & it doesn't look like your footwear is designed for heavy work, if you don't mind me saying so."

I looked down & blushed as I realized that she was looking at the locks on my high heels.

"Do you have something for me to sign?"

"Why, yes I do," she beamed at me. She knew I was a man. She had to, just from my height! Yet she gave me no indication that anything was out of the ordinary.

She handed me the clipboard, & I signed it with my own name, 'Doug Mills,' without even thinking about it.

She looked at my signature for long & long, before, with a twinkle in her eye, she thanked me & asked where I'd gotten the shoes, as if I were some bimbo housewife who would stand there & chat with her, instead of getting rid of her before she saw my ass or my nipples sticking out.

"I don't know," I answered uncertainly. "My friend got them for me."

"She must be some friend! They're gorgeous! Nice skirt, too!"

I was trying to usher her to the door, actually gesturing with my hand, but she just stood there grinning at me.

"I'm Kathy, with a 'K'," she said, holding out her hand.

I sighed. "Just call me Sweetie," as I blushed, shaking her hand.

"I know. Charlene & I are best friends. I couldn't believe it when she told me about you! Well, I better get back to work. But first," she paused & waggled her eyebrows comically at me, "turn around & show me the back of that skirt, Sweetie, & take off that jacket, too!"

I gawked at her. Then slowly removed the jacket, & turned myself around to show her my ass, which she fondled before heading for the door.

"Nice ass, Sweetie! Nice tits, too! You better take better care of those nips, though," & with another giggle at my expense, she was out the door.

Just as I started to relax, there came another knock, causing me to jump.

I peeked out to see Kathy back, with yet another couple of boxes.

"Almost forgot, Sweetie! This one goes with the Sybian, & this one's for you to open right now in front of me."

She stood, grinning at me, as I took the two boxes. I spun on my toes to place the one box with the huge crate, then turned back to her to open the other. She offered a pocket knife to help me cut the strapping.

Inside, I found a rather heavy foundation garment of some sort, in white satin.

"Ooooh! It's a corset! Would you like me to help you put it on?"

Blushing furiously, I merely nodded my head, not knowing what else would be expected of me by this little woman.

Kathy had me turn, as she wrapped the thing around my waist. There were little buckles on it, a several long strings. She buckled the thing, then began to pull at the strings, pulling my waist in tighter & tighter until I could barely breathe. Tying them off, she reached around & tweaked my firey nipples, & I gasped in pain as I pushed my enlarged ass into her crotch.

"I have some time, Sweetie. I think I'll take my lunch, now. Can you think of a way you could entertain me?"

As I looked at her, I saw she had pulled a rather large strap on from the box that had had my corset in it. This one, though, had a little bulbous end, that presumably would go into her pussy, to give her pleasure as she fucked me.

I obediently leaned over the kitchen table, unbuckled the hem of my skirt, & spread my legs to give her access to my ass. Kathy handed me a tube of lubricant, & watched as I deflated & removed my butt plug. I greased up my own ass, blushing all the while. This was the type of woman I preferred, physically, & it completely shamed me to have her see me in such straits. It excited me to see her don the strap on, though, as she slightly winced as the bulb end settled into her pussy. Then, she stood & wagged it at me, sighing at some sensation she felt in its movement.

Soon enough, there was that familiar prodding at my asshole. I found myself warming up to it, though, & actually pushed myself back onto her toy, which seemed to fill her with glee.

"Wow! She really has you trained well, doesn't she? Or have you always been an ass girl?"

I couldn't look her in the eye, just mumbled something about Charlene's training methods, & sighed as Kathy fucked me hard & fast. She seemed to love fucking me, & came at least three times, pounding away at my backside with abandon. Then, pulling the rod out of my worn hole, she sat in a chair at the table, & pulled off her blouse & brazziere.

"I want you to cum on my tits & lick it off, Sweetie! It's the perfect ending for something like we just shared, don't you think?"

I nodded my flushed face at her, & pulled off my skirt completely. As I gripped my cock, & began to stroke it, Kathy ran her hands over my tits, careful to avoid the blistered nipples. She leaned in & took my cock head in her mouth. No sooner did I feel her tongue on my cock, than I began to feel the urge to cum. As she heard my breathing come faster, Kathy's grip on my tits became more intense, & it pushed me over the edge. I spurted quite a bit onto her beautiful pink-tipped breasts, groaning.

"That was beautiful," she said to me. "Nothing I like better than a nice hot load on the tits. Do you like that, too?" She was back at my breasts again, stroking them oh so gently.

"Um...I never had the pleasure," was the most ladylike response I could think of under the circumstances.

"Oh! Well, I'm sure you will, love. Now, how about you get in there & lick it all up for me so I can get back to work?"

I tilted my head, & began to clean up my little mess, but she was having none of that. She grabbed my head, & rubbed my entire face in my own goo. Then she waited patiently as I finished licking & sucking up the load.

"Nice job, Sweetie. Charlene wanted me to tell you to not wash your face, just to let it dry there. Have a nice day, Sweetie!" With that, she leaned in & placed a little peck on my sore nipples, & skipped out the door.

The phone rang. The machine's message scrolled by, & then I heard Charlene telling me to pick it up.

"Yes, ma'am?"

phone. That was HOT, girl! Does it feel like it's tightening on your face when it dries?"

"Yeah. I was just noticing that."

"You'll get used to it. There's gonna be a LOT of cum on your face & titties, Sweetie-pie!"

"Er...thank you, ma'am," I said, sarcastically as I could manage.

"I knew you'd like it. Did you look in the box, yet?"

"Not the big one."

"Open it," Charlene said, "& find the two biggest toys in the box. I want to see them in your ass when I get home, so you might want to practice a bit before I get there."

"Yes, m'lady."

"Good girl! See you around 6!"

I stood there, my own cum drying on my face, looking at this huge box, & wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do with it. I gasped when I opened it, after seeing the two humongous dongs she said she wanted to see in me by the end of the night. I figured I'd better get busy, because it looked like this was going to take all day.

There was a curious machine in there that took up most of the space in the box. It was like a barrel that had been sawed in half, lengthwise. I'd seen these things on line at some porn sites. The dildo would stick out a hole in the top, & the woman would ride it like a horse as the machine fucked her pussy, The women all seemed to really like it.

I had to take a break to apply that cream to my breasts & ass, before I dragged the machine into the living room, near a receptacle, so it could be plugged in. Then I looked again at the two dildos Charlene wanted to use on me.

The first was tapered, but very long. I guessed it to be about 11 inches in length, & rather fat at the base, at around two inches across, while the head was about one inch. It certainly dwarfed my own cock's dimensions.

The second looked as if it were an expanded version of Rachael's cock. Taking this would be like inserting a baseball bat in my ass! I shuddered as I held it, thinking about what this would feel like rummaging around inside me.

I went to my room, & took out the 8 incher that Charlene had used on me before. I brought the bar stool out to the living room, where I stuck the wiggly cock onto it, & sat down gently on it as I turned on the tv. I rose & fell on that thing for a good 20 minutes, before I rose off it to try out the tapered one.

Thankful that I'd been cleaning out my butt, I slipped the thing into my stretched out hole, to find that it almost fell into me effortlessly. I pushed it deeper. It felt amazing in my depths! My cock rose, & I remembered the cameras as I plunged it in & out of my ass. I gave Charlene a good show, until I finally had it balls deep inside.

Feeling an odd sensation of accomplishment, I pulled it out of my used ass. I washed all the toys off, & rubbed more cream into my breasts & ass, & replaced that ever-present butt plug, before going to work on Charlene's laundry. I practiced my 'woman's walk' a bit, & worked on some make up, like I'd been told to do, & before I knew it, it was 6 PM, & time to start dinner.

I had had the forethought to thaw some steaks for dinner, & found a cook book to figure out what to do with artichokes, which I had found in the crisper drawer. I had them steaming when Charlene walked in the door.

"Honey, I'm home!"

I actually liked that phrase, on some level. I smiled & tried to hurry dinner along.

Charlene walked into the kitchen & grabbed the 8 inch dildo with the suction cup. She stuck it onto my chair, & went off upstairs to change.

I looked at the cock sitting there, waving gently from side to side. My guts churned as I thought of how I'd have to sit there, acting as if it were perfectly normal behavior, as I ate my dinner. My life had certainly gone through some major changes in so few days! I ran my hands over my breasts, my ass, marveling at my new shape.

The steaks were done. I took them out of the broiler, & turned my attentions to the artichokes & baked potatoes, as Charlene re-entered the kitchen. She was wearing jeans & a flannel shirt, not anything I'd have expected her to wear after spending a whole day in those very clothes at work.

Not knowing what she preferred, I'd provided both melted butter & mayonnaise to dip her artichoke leaves in. The plates looked good, & I was proud of making this fine meal.

"I like the corset. It pushes your tits out farther, & emphasizes your ass."

"Thank you, m'lady," I curtsied, the bulb from the butt plug was waving between my thighs, I still found it within myself to find that embarrassing, somehow.

Charlene came to me & gripped my breasts, looking at my exposed nipples.

"Looks like they're healing nicely, Sweetie," she said. "You'll need to get back on your breast pumps, soon. I expect my cow to provide me with milk for my morning coffee."

I was blushing again, but managed a stammered "Yes, m'lady," before I put the plates on the table.

Charlene made me bend in front of her, deflate & remove my butt plug, before allowing me to settle my ass onto the waiting dildo to eat my supper. My mind was in a frenzy, as it processed how I was always on such intimate display to everyone, lately, & it was difficult to bend at all with that damned corset cutting into my body.

I sat, & discovered at the first bite, that I wouldn't be able to eat much food with this tight garment holding my flesh in such an iron grip. I ate very small bites, & managed to eat about half the steak, half the potato, & even less of the artichoke, before I could eat no more.

Charlene, however, dove in to her dinner with a passion, & complimented me on such a fine meal.

With this cock in my ass, I noticed that I seemed to grip it with her every compliment. The realization made me blush. It seemed like I was getting into this new feminine lifestyle much more than I'd expected myself to. Was I actually trying to give that cock pleasure, in return for her compliments? Or was I trying to remind myself that I was only here to perform, & my body was working on performing well all on its own? Was I just being a 'good girl,' so that I could get this over with with as little hassle as possible? Was I hoping for a reprieve? Or...& this bothered me deeply...was I starting to enjoy all of this attention?

"Have some more wine, dear," Charlene ordered, pouring a generous glass for me.

My mind was all over the place. I knew that this woman hated me to my core, yet here I was, showing her my ass, filling it for her willingly, letting her grope me, being exposed, exposed & exposed some more to people I'd never met, all of whom were using my body for various reasons. Was I really this easy to change? Was I always such a sissy?

"Come on, Sweetie," she said, standing up. "Time to see you in action again. I want to watch some tv before bed."

I slipped my greasy ass up that pole, carefully, & tip-toed in my heels to the living room, where I saw that Charlene had attached the tapered dildo to the Sybian.

"That will be your seat, Sweetie," Charlene said, indicating the machine. She sat in the recliner next to it, & held the wired remote.

Blushing furiously again, I straddled the barrel in as ladylike fashion as I could accomplish. I eased my poor ****** sphincter over the tip of the tapered cock, & could barely feel the thing enter me, I seemed to be so stretched out. Charlene pressed a button, & I felt it slowly rise up within me, widening as it slid up into my depths.

I heard a low moan before I knew it came from my throat.

"Feels like coming home, doesn't it, Sweetie?"

"Ma'am?"

"I can tell that you really like this - getting fucked in your ass so much. Have you always been like this, Sweetie?"

The dildo was moving now, in & out. Shallow penetrations followed by much deeper thrusts into my bottom.

"I've never felt anything like this before, m'lady." I responded. I was panting as the thing stretched my innards, almost swooning at the sensations of being so filled up, so fucked, at the hands of this woman.

"You took to it like a duck to water, girl!

Then the tv came on, & I was treated to a vision of myself being fucked by Rachael's huge cock as I was bent over the kitchen table, with Mel's glistening cock lying next to my face.

My eyes were glued to the screen, as Charlene stood & then straddled the Sybian behind me. I felt her hands snake around to cup my breasts, & her crotch pressed up against my bare skin as the cock in my ass began to move faster. She chuckled in my ear, & pressed another button on the remote, & I gasped as the cock began to vibrate & twist as it rooted & plunged inside me.

"You're such a slut!" She laughed as I began to wiggle my ass on the machine. "You were born for this! Take it! HAH!"

I was helpless. It felt so good, yet was so humiliating. My body rose & fell on its own accord. I had no control. My mind was elsewhere. My whole world was that cock in my ass. I could think of nothing else at this point. The *********** was suddenly gone from my mind as I found myself chanting "Fuck me," over & over, while Charlene's hands gripped my tits, & the rough denim of her jeans pressed against my tailbone.

Charlene was taking off my bra. My tits were shaking on my chest as I rose & fell. I was so close, I could imagine cumming just like this, when suddenly, the cock pulled out of my ass, disappearing into the machine.

"Nnnnoooo," I howled in my need. My ass was still bouncing, trying to find that glorious invader, but to no avail.

Charlene's grip on my breasts tightened.

"Time to step up to the other one, Sweetie," she whispered in my ear.

She pushed me to the floor, where I swayed on my hands & knees, my ass still pointed at her in hopes she'd take mercy on me & fill me yet again. I was panting there as she popped the dildo off the stem of the Sybian, & plunged it full-length into my greedy ass, & I sighed in pleasure.

Placing the monster-sized appendage to the machine, Charlene told me to climb back on, as it disappeared into the barrel. She pulled the cock out of my ass as I backed myself up onto my perch, straddling the implement of my destruction.

I felt it vibrate a bit, then the huge head touched my ass. I found myself actually pressing down, trying to feel more of the thing. Charlene chuckled again, & pressed her remote. I felt it spreading me, relentlessly pushing up into me. I winced as it split my passage wider, harder, until it popped into my waiting ass.

"Oh my god," I groaned. "Go slow!"

Charlene's hand was on my cock, now, softly stroking me, as the thick latex slowly ****** its way into me. I was slick with sweat. The cock in my ass was slick with lubricant. It was amazing how easily that invading ***** wended its way into my willing flesh. It was even more amazing that I found my flesh to be so willing, yet I longed for it to hit bottom in my bottom. My ass seemed to move on its own again, wagging from side to side to ease the penetration.

Then, after what seemed a millennium, I felt the huge balls of the thing pressed against me. It pulled back, just a little, & pressed forward again. The action repeated, each time it pulled back a tiny bit further, but it always plunged in full depth.

I reached back & grabbed her hips, as her hands returned to my tits, squeezing them hard, pressing them together. Her hands were covered in lube, & they slid over my tits, as they pulled them away from my chest. The cock in my ass was moving faster now, & my brain reeled as I rose & fell in waves on that insatiable machine.

I was cumming on that cock before I knew what was happening, slamming myself down onto it, screaming for her to fuck me harder. The cock was like a living thing, now, until it suddenly started vibrating violently within me. I shrieked in untold pleasure, my sperm pouring out of my cock instead of spurting. My shoulders shuddered, making my tits wiggle on my chest, which only served to make me cum that much harder.

Finally, all actions slowed to a stop, with that huge member buried as deeply in my ass as it would go. I was stuck there, shuddering in aftershocks, unable to move, as Charlene's hands stroked my tits, my belly.

"Nice one, Sweetie," She whispered in my ear. The warmth of her breath gave me goose flesh. "You just had a vaginal orgasm! No one touched your clit. Look at the mess you made!"

I looked down to see a huge puddle of my cum on the barrel, dripping down the side of the Sybian.

"Get off, now," I was told. "You have to clean up your mess, Sweetie!"

It took me a full two minutes to extricate myself from that gargantuan cock, that Charlene had so thoughtfully left standing up out of the machine in its full glory. Once I made it onto my knees, I turned & went to stand to get a towel.

"No, Sweetie," she said. "I want you to lick it off."

My eyes went to the cum, then to Charlene's eyes. I saw that she was smiling, but not in an evil way, & I was soon licking up my own cum from the plastic, as her hands roamed over my ass.

I felt cool air inside as Charlene said, "Sweetie! you're still wide open! Wow! I've never seen anything like this before!"

She was running her finger around my open hole, & it felt so nice that I ****** myself not to clench, allowing her this pleasure, as she dipped it in & felt around.

"Does that feel good, Sweetie?"

I groaned & nodded my head.

"But it's a little sore, m'lady," I added.

"I'll bet it is," she laughed.

Then, with a sudden slap to my ass, she told me to clean everything up & get ready for bed.

After tending to the toys & the machine, I rubbed the creams into my tits & ass. My legs were so weak I could barely walk in my heels up the stairs.

Charlene called me into her room. When I entered, she was lying on her bed, stark naked, on her back, with her legs spread. I noticed her juices were flowing freely.

"Come give us a kiss," she whispered.

I climbed up onto her bed, & began to lick up her thighs, but she was impatient, grabbing my head & ******* it between her legs. I simply sucked on her clit, bobbing my head like it was a cock, until she came. Then I licked her fluids from her folds very gently, until she seemed satisfied.

Charlene then sat up, & had me turn so that she could untie the ties on my corset. After removing it, & the locks on my shoes, she told me that I could ***** with her this night.

"But I may want to see you take that big dick, again, before the night's over," she warned.

"I don't think I could do that again, so soon," I whispered pleadingly.

"Maybe you're right, Sweetie. Later, then," & with that, she turned off the light, & curled herself around me.

Exhausted, I fell a***** with her hands cupping my breasts, with her spooning me from behind.

The next day would be Saturday. I had no idea what was supposed to happen on the weekends, but she held me there, so I couldn't set my alarm. Eventually, I nodded off.

Charlene awoke before I did, & she woke me with a pinch to my nipples which brought me thrashing awake.

"Easy, girl," she chided. "Good morning, Sweetie!"

"Um...hi," I blushed.

"Go get yourself ready for the day. I think I want some oatmeal, today, Sweetie."

"Yes, ma'am."

I went to my shower, washed the dried cum off my face, gave myself an enema, & was drying off, when Charlene entered the room.

:Why is the toilet seat up, Sweetie?"

"I...er...pee in there, ma'am," I replied.

"No no no! A girl always pees sitting down, Sweetie! Damn, girl! Do I have to teach you everything? If I see this seat up again, I'm going to add this to your uniform," she said, holding up a little plastic thing.

"What is that, m'lady?"

"It's a nasty little chastity device. It's designed to hold your clit down, so that it can't get hard," she grinned. "It also makes you sit down to pee. Would you like to try it on?"

"No, thank you. I'll remember in the future, ma'am."

"See that you do! Now, what should we do today? I know," she snapped her fingers. "I'll invite Kathy over for lunch! Maybe she'd like to see you ride the Sybian."

"Please, ma'am! I'm still sore from yesterday..."

"Well, I'm sure we'll think of something to do together. Maybe Melissa has your new uniform ready. I'll call her."

She left me there, naked. I finished drying, put the toilet lid down, & went to find my bra & corset in her room. They weren't there. I found my heels, though, & locked them in place, after I donned my stockings.

I went to the kitchen to find Charlene on the phone, & started making oatmeal for our breakfast.

"Oh really?" I overheard her say. "And what will you do, then? That's a pretty good idea! Okay, I'll see you later!"

She hung up the phone. & turned to me.

"It seems that you really got Rachael all wound up! She went off on Mel last night about you. Mel says she's jealous! You must have really eaten her pussy well the other day, Sweetie!"

"Just trying to do a good job, ma'am." I replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Uh huh! Well, Mel's had this problem with her before. In fact, that's why Rachael looks like she does. Mel had had enough, & put the screws to her to put her in her place. Rachael has this really strong homophobia. I think that you're going to be off the hook, today, while Rachael's on it!"

That bit of news certainly brightened my outlook for the day. I nearly hummed as I fixed breakfast, I was so happy.

We worked on my demeanor for awhile, until Charlene was satisfied at my posture & movements. Then I had to don that damned hot wig, & apply make up, before she'd let me get dressed.

"I love to see you traipsing around with your titties sticking out. Sweetie." she teased me, making me blush.

She was downright kind to me that morning, helping me with my corset after rubbing the creams into my tits & ass. I was told to leave off the bra, because she wanted to see my tits all day, sitting there on the shelf created by the corset. She even left out my butt plug, to my joy, though she did dip four fingers into my ass as she rubbed the cream into my skin. I didn't mind that, though, It felt kind of good. I was also allowed to forgo the open-assed skirt, & though I was exposed all morning, it didn't seem to matter, since it was just we two.

My little pink apron was replaced with an identical yellow one, which seemed even more transparent, if that were possible, & I was happily tip-toeing around in my heels as the doorbell rang.

"Get that for me, Sweetie," Charlene called from the other room.

Expecting to see Kathy at the door, I didn't even bother putting on my jacket before opening the door wide. Imagine my surprise at seeing Bob, the GF from the job site, at the door. I blanched, & tried to hide behind the door as he roared in laughter.

"Who is it, Sweetie? Is it Kathy?"

"No, ma'am," I cried, & I slammed the door & ran up to my room.

There was no lock on my door, so I just plopped myself down on my bed & buried my face in the pillows. That was how Charlene & Bob found me, a few seconds later.

"Sweetie! Is this how you treat guests in my home?"

I didn't even bother raising my head.

"Bob came 'round to make sure you were cooperating, Sweetie, & to make sure that I was safe. Wasn't that thoughtful of him? And then you slammed the door in his face! Shame on you! Now, tell him that you're sorry, dear."

I glanced up to see her standing over me, glowering at me. Bob stood in the doorway, looking amused at my condition. There was nothing to be done at this point, other than to comply, yet again.

"I...I...I'm sorry, Bob," I sobbed.

"Stand up, Sweetie. He's already seen you, so there's no use in hiding."

I glared daggers into Charlene's eyes as I rose from the bed, my tits swaying on my chest. Of all the people she could have exposed me to, this was the very worst! I blushed as his eyes roamed over my breasts. It was almost like he was touching them. Then he looked down to see my cock through the apron. Finally, his eyes rested on my own.

"I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself, Charlene," he said. "Way to go, girl!"

"Would you like to stay for lunch, Bob?"

"Sure! Does she cook?"

Laughing, Charlene told him I was "more than a pretty face," & that I cooked quite well, both in the kitchen & out of it.

"This, I have to see," he chortled.

As I stood there, blushing, Charlene told me to give them a curtsy, & go & start lunch.

Tears drying on my face, I did as I was told, & as I passed Bob, he patted my ass affectionately. I wanted to crawl in a hole & die, but I made it into the kitchen, & began to make some tuna salad for lunch.

The bell rang again, & this time, I looked before I opened the door. It was Kathy, & she also patted my ass as she entered. I escorted her into the living room, where the sex machine stood on the corner. Bob was sitting next to it in the recliner.

"Anyone want some wine? Sweetie, go open a bottle of white, & bring us all a glass."

I followed Charlene's orders, my entire frame shaking after being exposed to the GF. I put the glasses on a tray, & brought it into the living room. I served Kathy first, who patted my ass gently & thanked me. Then I served Charlene, who took her glass, & thanked me. Finally, I turned to Bob, who sat there grinning like a wolf at me.

As he took his glass of wine, he reached up & tweaked my right nipple, giving me the shudders.

"Nice tits! How did you manage this?"

"It was all in the contract, Bob. They're temporary, of course, but they help her to learn her place. We'll be making them bigger next week, too. We were originally going to use saline, but her behavior made us use actual human collagen, which will last a lot longer, but they do have a nice shape, don't they?"

"Oh yes! I quite like them. They look so real!"

"For all intents & purposes, they ARE real. Go ahead & feel them, & tell me they aren't real breasts."

I stood there with the tray in my hand, as Bob felt around my tits. He hefted them up & dropped them. He squeezed them gently. He stroked them, & to my horror, I found my cock getting hard, & I held the tray in front of myself so he couldn't see it.

"I better go see to lunch," I whispered, afraid of the shaking in my voice.

"Oh, there's no rush, Sweetie," Charlene interjected. "Turn around & let Bob see what we've done with your ass."

Blushing as deep a red as I've ever blushed, I turned on my heels, & felt his rough hands kneading my ass cheeks. I shuddered again as I felt my cock rising once again, tenting out the front of my frilly little apron. I glanced over to see Charlene & Kathy exchanging looks & smiles at my predicament.

"Wow," Bob whispered. "This is really something! She could be a stripper with a bod' like this! And you say her tits will get bigger?"

"Oh yes. At least four cup sizes, before we're through, I think," Charlene answered.

"Look," Kathy cried out. "She likes your touch, Bob!"

My knees nearly gave out as they made me turn to show Bob my erection with the tray held to my side. He just smiled & winked at me.

Finally, I was allowed to go finish lunch preparations. I tried not to walk too femininely as I left the room. Charlene followed me into the kitchen.

"Hey!" she said. "You're supposed to wiggle your ass when you walk!"

"I"m NOT trying to turn him on, Charlene!"

"You WILL do as you're told in this house, Sweetie," she warned me. "Now, fix lunch, & wiggle your hot little ass in there when it's done!"

Defeated, all I could manage was a "Yes, m'lady," squeaked out through my shame.

I heard them talking & laughing in the next room as I finished making lunch, though I couldn't hear what was actually said. This was worse than hearing it, because my imagination was rich enough that I was putting words in their mouths that would surely ruin me for life.

I made tuna melts, & decorated the plates like I knew Charlene would have wanted, with little basil leaves & tomato garnishes. I set the table, & did an exaggerated ass-wiggle into the living room to announce that lunch was ready. I tried not to look anyone in the eye, but I felt Bob grinning at me, just the same.

They waited until I turned & wiggled my ass back out into the kitchen before they all rose & followed me.

Upon seeing the four places set at the table, Charlene commented that it wasn't a usual practice for the help to eat with the mistress of the house & her guests.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

As I went to remove my plate from the table, Charlene stopped me.

"I'll make an exception this time, Sweetie, since Bob is here to see you, as well. Let me help you," and with that, she stuck that damned 8 inch dildo on my chair, & handed me the lube.

Everyone's eyes were on me, as I rubbed the goo on the cock, wiped my hand on a paper towel, & gently settled my well-used ass down onto the prong. Once I was in position, everyone began to eat, as if there was nothing at all unusual about my sitting there, for all practical purposes, naked, with a big dildo up my ass.

The wine flowed freely, & everyone seemed in high spirits, until my little light lunch was eaten. Then Bob turned his attentions to me.

"Does all of this turn you on, Sweetie? Do you like having your ass stuffed, your tits out in the open, while we're all dressed?"

I was blushing again. I had no idea what to say or do, so I said nothing.

"Answer him, Sweetie," Charlene told me. "Tell him how much you love having your ass stuffed all the time."

My head was swimming with the wine, not to mention the conversation's dreadful turn.

"I've been through a lot over the last few days, Bob," I said. "I haven't really had time to analyze my feelings about anything. It's really embarrassing, I can tell you that! They have me doing things I never imagined I'd do, & my body reacts in strange ways."

"But, does it turn you on?" He pressed me.

"Sometimes my body seems to like it, Bob. I'm trying to keep my head about it all, though."

"Fair answer, Sweetie. The reason I asked...well...you got hard when I felt up your tits and ass...I was wondering..."

"I'm not gay, Bob. I don't think I'm into that. Nothing personal, but I'm here for the ladies," I smiled at him.

"No you aren't, Sweetie," Charlene interrupted. "You're here to entertain my guests. Don't forget that."

I felt the ***** rush out of my face. Were they expecting me to...what...suck his cock or something? It wasn't going to happen! Not in this lifetime!

I glared at Charlene.

"I think this is going a bit too far, Charlene."

"Remember your place, Sweetie! I TOLD you you would be entertaining me & my friends. Bob is a friend. He's actually here for Rachael, today, by the way, but I expect you to be a willing participant in anything any of my guests require! I have pictures, tapes, & audio of you, Sweetie, & I expect you to remember that as well. Anything anyone wants of you in this house is something that you will do. Do I make myself clear? Would you like me to release it all to the public today?"

My mind reeled, once again. She had me, & we both knew it. I thought back to the little scene that Mel had improvised with Rachael fucking my ass with her very real, very thick, cock. I had just watched that on the tv last night with Charlene, as my ass was ripped up by that huge dildo. She probably had that on tape, as well. Besides, I was sitting there in front of them all with an 8 inch dildo up my ass as we spoke. I felt defeated, & totally ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, m'lady," I whispered. "I'm sorry, Bob. I don't know what came over me. What do you require?"

Just then, the kitchen door rang with loud knocking. I found myself jumping on the cock in my ass.

"Charlene," Melissa's voice called out. "We're here!"

"Come on in, Mel," Charlene called out. "We just finished lunch."

The door opened, & Mel followed Rachael, who was naked, save for very high heels, with a leash attached to her ball sack. I blanched when I saw that her ass was striped, probably from that riding crop of Mel's. Rachael's head hung low, yet she managed to sway her ass in a most inviting manner as she walked into the house.

I looked at Bob, who was grinning at the spectacle. I wondered what they had in store for Rachael...or me, for that matter.

"So, what should we do with these two," Charlene asked.

"I know," said Kathy. "Let's watch them do a lesbo scene!"

"Good idea," Bob grinned at me. "I want to see Sweetie in action!"

I was thinking that he was seeing me in action already, eating my lunch with 8 solid inches embedded in my ass, but I guess I was wrong.

"Okay, ladies," sneered Mel, "clear the table. I think we want to see the two of you on it for awhile."

I groaned inwardly, wondering what was in store for me today. Rachael, released from her leash, helped me clear the table. Once the dishes were all in the dishwasher, she climbed up onto the table, & spread her thighs. I looked to Charlene, who gestured to the table, & I, too climbed up onto it. Rachael immediately grabbed my head & gave me a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss. 'For a homophobe, she sure kisses a man like a slut,' I thought,.returning her affection. Her hands were everywhere on me, as she somehow guided my head down between her legs to face that fat cock rising along her thigh. Her fingers were tracing my ass cleft, & to my horror, I found myself pushing it into her hands. I heard clapping from our audience, & then I heard Bob say" Kiss that fat cock, Sweetie!"

My tits were rubbing along Rachael's thighs, & I began to get into the scene, feeling very feminine, as I took her bulbous head between my lips & sucked it in. Rachael gasped, & maneuvered herself so that she was over me. Her mouth went to my cock, & I gasped as she slurped it into her throat, once again. I felt my hairless balls touching her nose. I tried to take more of her cock into my mouth, but it was just so damned thick, I couldn't get much of it in. I bobbed my head on as much as I could take, as I felt her fingers entering my already lubed ass.

My hands searched for the lube, & someone put it into my hand. I poured a generous helping into my palm, & began to slather it over her ass cleft. My fingers sought out her little bud, & I popped one into her. Rachel went crazy at this point, shoving four fingers into my butt, squealing over the cock in her mouth. I put another finger in her ass. Her hips were working like mad, humping her cock into my mouth. She seemed to be on the verge of orgasm when Melissa suddenly cried out "STOP!"

I froze, not knowing what to expect from all these crazy people.

"Bob, feed her some cock," Mel said. I felt the table move as Rachael extricated herself from my clutches, & lay on the table on her belly. I scooted around to see Bob drop his pants. He had a big one, & his crotch was covered in hair. It was odd to see that, after all the shaved mounds I'd seen lately, not to mention Rachael's tiny little heart-shaped pubes over her cock.

She opened her mouth, & Bob fed her his growing cock. As I watched, it seemed that his cock would never stop growing, until it reached about 9 inches of thick muscle. He pumped into her lips, again & again.

Charlene tapped me on the shoulder, & pointed to Rachael's ass. I took the hint, & started to grease up my cock. I straddled her hips, running my cockhead between her cheeks.

At first, Rachael didn't respond to me. Then, she seemed to be trying to avoid my cock. Finally, she seemed to give up, & she spread her long legs as my cock found its new home. It popped in, & I paused, remembering how tender she'd been with me when she fucked my ass.

She was having none of that, though. She folded her knees up under her, & pushed back on me, driving my cock into her ass to the hilt in one smooth move.

"Now, THAT's how you take a cock," Melissa exclaimed.

As for me, this was the first time I had actually gotten to put my cock INTO anything or anyone in a long time. I was really loving the feel of Rachael's ass. It was so warm! So tight! I brushed my tits on her back as I fucked her with a vengeance.

"Change positions," Mel ordered.

I had to pull out as Rachael moved around on the table. Now she was lying on her back. Again, her legs parted, but this time she grabbed my slippery cock & pulled it into her ass, as I frantically tried to get into position to fuck her.

Bob had climbed onto the table, now. He stuck his cock between our faces, & I knew what was expected of me. I kissed Rachael around his cock as he pumped it back & forth. I couldn't help but notice his rod - the thick veins, the heat coming off of it, the hair, the dimensions of this prodigious member in my face. He pulled it back, & aimed it at my mouth, & I took it in as I mercilessly fucked Rachael's hot little ass. I could feel the heat of her hard cock on my belly when I bottomed out inside her. Bob was fucking my mouth, now, & I danced my tongue along his length as I sucked him.

"Mmmm," Bob groaned. "She has a nice tongue!"

He pulled his cock out of my lips, & I watched as he dipped it into Rachael's mouth. He slid it back & forth a bit, then, to my amazement, he kept pushing it until the entire thing disappeared into her mouth!

My hips were pistoning like mad into Rachael's ass until I felt someone's fingers at my own back side. I paused, & turned to see Kathy smiling at me as she greased up my ass crack. I saw that she was wearing that strap on again. I tugged on Rachael's frame until I could drop my feet to the floor & still keep fucking her. Rachael's legs were wrapped around my waist, & Kathy had to spread them before she could press her dildo into my back door.

As Kathy pushed her toy into me, I gasped in joy, it felt so good. I found myself pushing back onto her strap on just as hard as I plunged into Rachael's ass. I was being double fucked in front of my boss, & I didn't know what to think about that. My tits were jiggling, & I seemed frantic to reach my orgasm.

I looked down at Rachael. She was being double fucked, too. I leaned in & sucked at her nipple, & she spurted her cum between us as I pulled at her tit.

Bob then pulled out of her mouth, & asked Kathy if he could cut in.

"In a minute," she answered. It was pretty clear that she was close to her own peak, as she slammed into me harder than ever.

Finally, she sighed, & her toy seemed to vibrate inside me, as I felt her breasts on my back. That almost pushed me over the edge. It seemed I loved being fucked my the girls, & feeling their tits on my back just topped everything off so perfectly.

Then she slowly pulled it out of my ass, & I was fucking Rachael again, until Bob stood behind me, pulling my cheeks apart. I tensed. This would be the first time ever I was fucked by a man. I didn't want to do this, especially with this man. His rod brushed my thighs. It felt so warm!

I pushed as deeply into Rachael as I could, & bent over her, our breasts crushing together. Bob's cock found my entrance, & I gazed into Rachael's eyes as the head of Bob's cock popped into my bottom.

As it slid into my depths, I thrilled to the feel if the pulsing flesh inside me. Soon enough, I could even feel his hair tickling my ass as he hit bottom in my ass.

I sighed loud & long as Bob just stood there, not moving in me. I began to fuck Rachel again, but he mirrored my movements so that there was no fucking in my ass going on. It became rather frustrating trying to get that feeling. I was panting, pawing at Rachael, even reaching back to see if I could make him move with my hands.

In the end, I heard my voice, telling him to fuck me. Then he fucked me! His was truly a wonderful cock. It felt so alive inside. He aimed it this way & that within me, stirring my innards, as I groped the helpless Rachael. He fucked my cock into her. His hands were on my hips, & he was moving me within her, as well as moving me along his length. I was the toy, & I was being used by them both.

I rode the waves of pleasure. My lips were whispering "thank you," over & over, in between the pleas to keep fucking me.

All too soon, I felt him tensing, preparing to shoot his load inside my clenching ass.

"Not yet," I cried.

His hands were on my tits when it hit him. I could feel his member pulse, then I felt the splash in my depths. This happened several times before he leaned into me, spent.

I was still in need, & I began to fuck Rachael again, rubbing my tits against hers. Then, I came, squeezing her tits hard in my hands, pounding my cock into her as hard & as deep as I could. Rachael, however, just looked at me as if she were bored.

"Sorry, Rach," I whispered to her. I couldn't realize what was wrong with her, but I wasn't without feelings for her plight.

She gripped my tits, then, & smiled at me, as my cock popped out of her tight hole.

"Aw yeah," I heard Mel cry out. "Look at that load Bob left in Sweetie!"

They made Rachael & I lay over the table as the cum seeped out of our asses. Then Charlene rubbed more cream into my ass, while Mel did the same for Rachael.

They kept us there, while Charlene & Mel took turns fucking our asses with strap ons until Bob could get it up again. This time he fucked Rachael, while Kathy had another turn at my open ass.

Kathy & Charlene then led me into the living room, where someone had replaced that huge dildo onto the Sybian, & they made me ride it again, while Bob & Melissa did unseen things with Rachael in the kitchen.

By the end of the day, I was well worn out. I could barely prepare for bed. Charlene seemed to want to be alone, which was fine with me. I'd had about all the human contact I could stand at that point. As I lay down in my frilly pink satin canopied bed, my hands roamed over my breasts until I fell asleep.

The next two days were relatively uneventful. I sat on the Sybian daily to stretch out my ass. I prepared meals. I wore my uniform. It seemed rather boring after awhile, with my tits & ass being stroked so regularly, my ass stuffed so often. I even got used to the false eyelashes.

On Wednesday, Mel returned with Rachael. I obediently went out to get the table, & assumed the position as they strapped me down onto it.

Mel shot something into my tit flesh with her syringe. It numbed me. Then she pumped more of that hormone into my breasts, "because you wasted the last load, Sweetie!" Next, she began to pump up my tits with more collagen. Four hours later, I was amazed at the progress. Each of my breasts was as large as my head! My nipples looked ridiculously small on these twin globes.

They made me bend over the table as Mel pumped more fats into my ass cheeks.

Finally, they helped me to learn how to do my nails.

They then took turns fucking my ass. Rachael made me get on my hands & knees when she fucked me. It was thrilling to feel my tits actually clap together as she fucked me from behind.

That's what was happening when Charlene called out "Honey, I'm home!"

I was on the kitchen table, getting fucked. Charlene came in & felt up my tits while Rachael kept pounding away at me.

"Wow, Mel," she exclaimed. "These are HUGE!"

"Yeah," Mel answered, "she's probably going to need some custom clothes. They do look a little over the top, don't they?"

Charlene laughed. "Now THAT's a cow!"

I was crushed! I felt tears welling up in my eyes, even as I enjoyed the fat cock in my ass. I was hoping to be exciting, sexy, but here they were, calling me a fucking cow!

When Rachael had spilled her seed in my ass, Mel took some more measurements. Then the odd couple left.

"Look at you," Charlene exclaimed. "Those are some huge tits, girl!"

"I'm a fucking cow," I cried, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Of course you are, Sweetie! You are a big-titted cow. You will also give milk. It's what I need from you, so you will provide it for me. Don't make any more mistakes with your breast pumps, dear, or I swear I'll triple their size!"

I flushed at those words. Looking down, I could see my skin was actually shining, it was so stretched. I'd have to really slather lots of that cream on to keep from getting stretch marks.

I fixed dinner, & ate silently. I was thinking again of how I could get out of all of this. How could I possibly leave here, looking like this? I had a hairless body, with 4-inch heels locked onto my feet, & a corset. My tits were exposed to everyone's view, & they weren't exactly subtle. My ass was rather bubbly, too, & also exposed. Even if I managed to get out of here, where could I go? I had no idea how long I'd have these tits, this ass. I had no way of getting out of my uniform without outside help, & who could I possibly trust enough to go to?

She put me back on my breast pump regimen, & I was very careful not to miss a 'feeding.'

The following three days went by quickly. Saturday arrived again, & I dreaded the weekends, now. I hadn't been ******** well at all between my 'feedings,' & these new tits were difficult to get used to. Every movement resulted in a wave of motion on my chest. As the creams helped my skin to stretch to accommodate my new proportions, my tits seemed to jiggle a hell of a lot more than they did, before. In addition, my nipples were getting much bigger, much longer. Even my aureoles seemed to have grown.

The breast pumps were doing their job, I guessed. My tits felt different that morning. Heavier. I awoke feeling grumpy, & after my morning rituals, swayed my big bulbous ass down to fix breakfast. I wondered who would be fucking my ass today, as I stirred the eggs for omelets.

Then, it felt like something moved in my tits. I looked down, but couldn't see my nipples from this standing position. I put the bowl down, & lifted my left breast to see milk dribbling out my nipple!

"Uh...Charleeeene!" I called out.

"Yes, Sweetie? What is it?"

"You better come down here."

A moment later, Charlene was clapping her hands in glee as I showed her my lactating breast. To my surprise, she leaned in & sipped at my tit. It felt good to have that pressure sucked out of me.

The next thing I knew, she was on the phone, calling Mel, then Kathy, & then, to my horror, Bob. I was sitting on the Sybian, being fucked by the biggest cock in the house, as I held the twin pumps to my tits. As I was fucked, I watched the little cups filling up with my milk.

'MY milk!' I thought. 'Now I can never escape!'

Kathy was the first to arrive that say. She got there just as I felt the need to be milked again. Her timing was uncanny. She felt my tits, lifting them, squeezing them gently, until I couldn't stand it any longer, & begged for the relief I could only get from being milked.

Charlene & Kathy both sucked me dry that time, as their hands roamed over my skin. This was a whole new sensation, & I found it to be very thrilling. My cock stood straight up the entire time, & Kathy took mercy on me, & jerked me off as she sucked my tit, while Charlene sucked the other & fingered my asshole. This was the first time I felt complete since I'd come into Charlene's home. The two beauties made me feel beautiful, wanted, needed, &, well, complete.

Bob arrived with Mel & Rachael. Rachael seemed subdued, quiet. Bob was amazed at the size of my bosom, & anxious to get his hands on it. Mel just laughed at the 'bottle-fed-boy,' & encouraged him to play with me.

First, though, Melissa presented me with a new corset. It was black satin, with 8 straps for my stockings. I went & got my black seamed stockings, & put them on, before Rachael tied me into the new garment. This one was much more comfortable than my white one, yet just as tight. Rachael snapped the garters onto my stockings, & I felt very feminine, for the first time, really. My huge breasts popped out over the top of the open-breasted corset in a most inviting way. I wished that I was one of them, taking advantage of this slut, when I saw myself in the full-length mirror by the front door.

By the time all of that was done, I felt the pressure rise within my breasts again. This time I had Bob & Rachael suckling at my breasts, & I sighed as Bob's fingers greased up my ass. He rolled me up onto the table, & draped my legs over his shoulders as he entered my willing portal. Rachael kept sucking at my breast as he pounded away inside me, & Mel went to the other, & sucked it hard, the milk poured out onto their tongues.

Kathy came & took my hand, & guided it to Rachael's cock. I stroked Rachael while I was fucked & sucked by the trio. Rachael reached up & began to jerk me off. I was rising to my peak rather quickly with all of this attention. Suddenly, Rachael let go of my nipple, stood up & splashed my breasts with her cum. I came immediately after her, spraying onto my own flesh. Then Bob yanked his tool out of my ass, & stroked himself all over my chest, & I lay there, drenched in cum, with little rivulets running down my sides. The women all gathered round, & rubbed the frothy stuff into my skin. I lay there as long as they would let me, feeling the cool air drying the cum on my torso.

They made me ride the Sybian again, then, the largest cock fucking me until I came again.

For the next week, I had my breasts milked every two hours. I was feeling sort of robotic. The feeling came, I pumped it out. I was told to do this or that, I did this or that.

The following Friday night, however, things changed quite a bit. Charlene announced that I would be going out the following night.

"I can't go out, m'lady! Someone might recognize me!"

"Do you really think that anyone would recognize you, with those tits, that ass, the clothes you'll be wearing?"

"It doesn't matter! I'm so tall. I'll never fool anyone into thinking I'm a real girl!"

"That's probably right, Sweetie, but it makes no difference. We'll be going out, & that's that!"

So I moped & fumed & panicked all night. Charlene had me ***** with her again that night, though I hardly got any *****, between the feedings & her groping my tits.

I arose before Charlene, & made a light breakfast for us both. Just as we finished eating, Mel & Rachael arrived, with some clothes for me. There were blouses that had no top buttons, so my cleavage would always be exposed to view. There were very short skirts that would show off my garter straps & stocking tops. There was one dress. It was an evening gown that I would never be able to wear with my corset, as it had an open back, & was also open to below my navel. There was a slit all the way up to my waist, on the left side. Otherwise, it was a beautiful dress, but I'd never want to wear it anywhere. I'd feel too exposed. There were also 4 more pairs of shoes, all with a very high heel, but none of them, thankfully, would lock onto my feet.

I had to model the clothes all morning, between 'feedings.'

By late afternoon, I was beginning to shake as I thought of taking this body out in public.

Mel & Rachael left around 4, & Charlene & I had a nice little light dinner. Then she decided to pick out my clothes for the evening. She chose a very short black leather skirt, & a very tight white blouse that really emphasized my huge tits. I wouldn't be wearing a bra, she said, or my corset, so I'd have to wear stay-ups. Then she presented me with a simple pouch on a circular strap. My cock & balls would go in the pouch & be held up in front by the strap around my waist! Everyone would be able to see that I had a cock, under my skirt!

"M'lady! Please," I cried. "If anyone sees me in this, I'll get my ass killed!"

"Nonsense," Charlene tut-tutted. "You have no idea where we're going tonight. Trust me that there's no need to panic."

She unlocked my heels, & I got dressed in the ridiculously provocative clothes.

'I'll either get raped, or killed, or both, tonight,' I thought to myself as I looked at the slut in the mirror.

I milked my tits just before we left, at 10:30. I took the breast pumps in my rather large black leather purse, which Charlene had provided. She also dumped in some lube, & two big dildos. I had no ID in there, just make up & sex toys. Then Charlene popped a big red butt plug in my ass, & declared that we were ready for a night out on the town.

I walked on shaking legs to her car, a rather big SUV, & got in on the passenger side.

She drove for a long time, taking me across the state line into Delaware. We drove even further until she pulled next to a rather nondescript little building. There was a simple neon "OPEN" sign in the window.

As we sat there in the parking lot, Charlene pulled a little remote out of her purse, & hit a button, which made the plug in my ass come alive with vibrations. She giggled at my gasp of surprise, & told me to be ready for anything. The dildo stopped in my ass, & she got out of the car. I slowly opened my door, & swung my legs out to stand on a gravel drive in my new 5 inch heels, It was tough to make it to the door without falling off my precarious perches, but I managed. She ushered me into a very dark room, & as my eyes adjusted to the low light, we wended our way to a bar running along the left side of the room.

We sat at tall bar stools, & a bare chested man came & took our ***** orders. She ordered a white house wine, but I needed a Long Island Iced Tea, if I was going to stay in this gay bar.

"Careful, Sweetie," she laughed. "You wouldn't want to fall off your heels!"

There were several others in this section of the bar, mostly older men, who brushed up against me as they walked by. We drank our *****s, & then she wanted to go to the other room.

I followed her into a huge space, strangely lighted, with music booming from loud speakers. The music was thumping out a fucking beat, & the bass reached into my tits, it seemed. I looked into a mirrored wall to see my nipples sticking straight out like an invitation. The black lights made my torso glow. My tits looked like light bulbs to me. I wanted to run as far as I could, but sat down & let the ***** settle my nerves.

I had no support under my breasts, & it felt very strange to me to feel them wobble so freely with every move I made. Of course, this made my nipples stand out hard as ever, & I was embarrassed about it.

"Look at your tits, Sweetie! They're glowing!"

"Thanks for reminding me," I said turning to see Rachael, to my surprise.

"You wanna dance?" Rachael asked me.

"I don't think I can dance in these heels, especially since I could never dance before all of this, anyway," I laughed.

She was having one of that, though. She took my hand, & pulled me up & out to the dance floor. I tried to find ways to move that didn't jiggle my tits too much, but it was impossible. The ***** was setting in at this point, though, & I swayed to the music with her. Then, to my surprise, she leaned in & started rubbing our breasts together. her hands went to my ass, pulling up my skirt, showing off my butt to one & all. I had seen lesbians dance before, so I stuck my leg between hers, & started humping her as I ran my hands over her ass. She was wearing tight pants, though, so I couldn't expose her like she was doing to me. I leaned in & told her that this wasn't fair at all, as I uinzipped her fly.

No sooner than I had done that, though, she spun me on my toes. She lifted my skirt from behind, & pulled out my butt plug.

I gasped, & tried to move away from her, but Rachael was grinding her crotch into my ass, & I found it difficult just to stay on my feet. I was beginning to panic as she fished into her fly for her cock, & slipped it up to my asshole.

"What are you doing," I cried out. "Not here, for Christ's sake!"

Her cock popped past my sphincter, & I stood there helplessly as Rachael fucked me on the dance floor in front of a bunch of gay strangers. Her hands locked onto my breasts, & I wondered where she'd put the butt plug as she fucked me in the flashing lights.

Other people came to dance close around us. I felt many hands on my skin, on my clothes, but it was all so disorienting that I couldn't fight it, couldn't determine who was doing what to me. Rachael squeezed my tits hard as she came, flooding my ass with a huge load that felt so good, or would have, in other circumstances. As it was, I was panicked as I felt strange hands groping up under my skirt to feel my pouched cock & balls. someone freed them, & I felt my member swinging freely under my micro skirt, as Rachael's cock slipped out of my ass. To my horror, I felt her cum dripping down my leg.

"Look," someone shouted. "The cum glows in the black light!"

I looked down & saw a long glowing stream of Rachael's cum running down my black stocking. I was shocked & embarrassed, & nearly ran back to the table where Charlene & Mel sat, laughing at my situation.

Before I could sit down, however, Rachael joined us, & pulled my butt plug from her front pocket of her pants.

"Here, Sweetie. You'll want to put this back in before you sit down."

I looked helplessly at Charlene, who only nodded her head. I reached back & popped it into place right there, & then sat down. I tucked my parts back into the pouch, & I grabbed my ***** & took a long draw. As I sat the ***** back on the table, hands snaked around my torso to grip my breasts firmly, & a harsh voice whispered into my ear.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in this bar! Come dance with me!"

I looked back to see a beautiful, tall, thin woman, with long dark hair. As I gaped at her, I discovered that she wasn't as tall as I'd thought, because she was wearing platform shoes. I looked to Charlene, who nodded her head at me.

I stood, slowly, & the woman took my hand, & escorted me onto the floor.

"Does she own you, little one?" she asked me, as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Only for the next 6 months," I growled.

"Ah, a trial period, then?"

"No," I answered. "Just punishment."

She laughed musically before responding.

"There's no better punishment than a just one, dear." Her eyes twinkled as she asked,"Are these real?"

She was testing the contours of my breasts.

"Well, they're mine, if that's what you mean. No silicone & no falsies."

"Well, I think they're fabulous!"

"Yeah, I guess. They also ********"

"No way! Really? Oh, god! You've got to let me taste it!"

"In awhile, if I don't get scared & run out of here."

"Oh, you wouldn't leave a lady hanging, would you? I've always wanted to meet a girl like you!"

Her hands were all over me, stroking my tits, up under my skirt, making me get hard out there in front of everyone.

"Please! I'm a little shy!"

"Really? I'd never have guessed, looking at how you're dressed! Come on! Let me play a little bit!"

Her hands were working magic on me. My cock was hard. I pulled her in tight so no one could see it.

"So, now the shy girl wants to fuck me, huh? Right here in front of everyone?" Her eyes were laughing at me.

"I'd love to fuck you, but not here," I spoke into her ear.

"We'd better go ask your owner first, don't you think?" She was totally in control. She scared the hell out of me. I wanted to fuck her right up her tight little ass, though, & hear her beg me to let her cum. "What are you called?"

Not 'what's your name?' 'What are you called?' There was a whole new plane of existence here, new rules of engagement, & I was completely out of my depth with this woman.

"They call me 'Sweetie,'" I whispered.

"That's so precious! You must introduce me to your Domme!" With that, she took my hand, & led me back to Charlene's table. I walked as fast as I could behind her, my hard cock pushing at my skirt, trying to lift it up. Somehow, she'd extracted my cock form its pouch, again.

"Stand tall, Sweetie," this strange woman ordered. "Be proud of your attributes! Which is your Domme?"

"I don't know what a 'domme' is, but this," indicating Charlene,"is the lady who owns me for the next few months."

"Hello," said the tall woman. "My name is Chista."

"Charlene," m'lady responded. "Nice to meet you."

"You've done absolute wonders with Sweetie's body, Charlene. I applaud your fine work. I especially love these breasts." She was fondling them again. "However did you manage them?"

"Human collagen, Christa, injected directly into the skin."

"Oh! That must have been terribly painful for you, Sweetie!"

"It hurt, for sure."

"Sweetie tells me that she'll need to be milked again, soon. I was hoping that I could do the honors?"

"Of course, Christa. She seems quite taken with you," Charlene's eyes were on my hard cock as she spoke, & I blushed.

"Sweetie's quite taken with anyone who rubs her hot little ass," Melissa cut in, laughing. "I'm Melissa, & this is Rachael."

Hands were shaken, & Christa sat in my chair, leaving me standing. She turned, & unbuttoned my blouse. I flashed a look of concern to Charlene, who only seemed amused by the actions of this vixen, whose hands were on my bare tit-flesh, now, stroking, squeezing, petting. Her touch was thrilling, but I felt very awkward, standing like that, being felt up in a gay bar.

"Um...excuse me...I need to use the little girl's room," I said in a shaking voice.

"I'll go with you," Rachael stood, & we left to use the facilities. "Make sure you use the ladies', or they'll likely make you do all the men in here," she warned.

"Thank you! I had no idea what to do," I gushed.

We went to the ladies room, where some lesbians were just coming out.

"Hey you sluts! Don't leave the seat up!"

"Fuck you," I said under my breath.

Suddenly I found myself pushed hard from the back, through the rest room door. As I burst into the room, one of the rougher women followed right behind me.

"No, fuck YOU, dearie!" With that, she punched me in the balls. I doubled over, & she flipped up my skirt. "Oh! A butt plug! ****, girl, you should have said something! I got something to stretch out your little asshole!"

She stuck her fingers in beside the plug, & I groaned at the intrusion. She pulled it out, & rammed four fingers up my ass, to her thumb. I shrieked at the unexpected invasion.

"You really should watch your mouth around here, bitch!"

"I'm sorry," I groaned. "I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Yeah, I guess you didn't, seeing how much of a little pussy you are." She gave my balls a twist, & jammed the plug back in my gaping hole. "Fuckin' whore queer! You wanna meet a REAL woman, gimme a call sometime," she said, dropping a business card onto my body as I fell to the floor in a ***** position. She washed her hands & left me there.

When she opened the door, I saw that the other woman had Rachael held against the wall by her throat. She released her, & the two walked away.

Rachael rushed in to see me getting up slowly.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get us both killed?"

"I don't know. I just thought she was rude, is all. Didn't think she'd hear me," I laughed. "Did she hurt you?"

"Nah. she just held me there. I was worried about you, Sweetie."

"Just a little punch to the balls. I'm better, now."

I went into a booth to pee, & Rachael reminded me to turn around, & sit like a girl. I guess she saw my shoes.

"Yeah, it's hard to break bad when you look like this, ain't it, Rach?"

We laughed all the way back to the table. I noticed that someone had added another chair to the group, & thankfully sat down.

"Charlene told me what you did, Sweetie," Christa said. "You're lucky it wasn't me, or the changes would have been permanent, & much more drastic!"

I had no response, so I said nothing, while Rachael told of our little adventure.

"You fucking dumbass," Mel screamed at me. "You could have gotten my girl killed!"

"I'm sorry. Look, I don't know the rules in a place like this. Someone could have warned me!"

"Bullshit! You need to learn to act like a lady," Christa intervened. She turned to Charlene, saying," I'd like to offer my help to your cause of making this a better person,"

"She does seem a little unruly, doesn't she? Here's my number," Charlene handed a card to Christa. "Maybe between the four of us, we can rehabilitate this little piece of *****"

I was taken aback. I had no idea I'd done something so wrong that they'd speak of me so.

"I'm really sorry. I won't ever do that again. Can we talk about something else, please?"

"I think we should find you a man," Christa said. "A BIG man!" Her eyes roamed the room, as I shuddered.

"There's one!" Rachael was pointing at a huge, bald, muscular black man. "I"ll bet he could put her in her place!"

"No! Please! I SAID I'm sorry. I didn't know I was doing anything wrong. C'mon, ladies! A little mercy?"

"Mercy," Mel hissed, "You think those women would have shown my Rachael any mercy?"

"They'd have cut her tits off, Sweetie," Christa said, "* yours, too. THAT would have been a real crime!"

Her hands were back on my tits. Her nimble fingers had totally unbuttoned the blouse, & she had my tits out in the open as she fondled them. Rachael got up & strode to the big man. She tapped him on the shoulder, & whispered in his ear, indicating me with a pointing finger.

He got a huge grin on his face when he saw my tits. He sauntered over to our table & asked me to dance.

"I...I can't dance very well," I stammered, as he grabbed my wrist & pulled me out onto the dance floor.

He opened my blouse again, & buried his face in my cleavage as if he was smelling my perfume. His hands went up under my skirt, where he found that butt plug. He laughed as he pulled it out, & tossed it to my table. He lifted me up with one hand, as his other hand went to his fly.

"No! Not without a rubber! Please! This is *****"

He set me down gently, & pulled my face into his crotch.

"Okay, slut, then just suck it," he growled, pulling out a huge cock for me.

I sat there on my knees, gawking at the thing. He slapped my face with it, & told me to get busy.

With the entire bar watching, I slurped the tip into my painted lips. I bobbed my head as deeply as I could go. He held my head in place & fucked my face. The dance floor filled once again, & soon I had him gushing into my mouth. His load was too big, & it dribbled out the corners of my lips. He took it out & shot some onto my exposed tits, & rubbed the slimy softening cock all over my face.

I looked a mess. My wig was mussed. My blouse was wet with cum, & thus, transparent. My face was shiny with his load as I walked back to the table.

"Too bad, huh, Sweetie," Charlene teased. "I bet you would have rather got it in that hot little ass of yours, huh?"

I blushed furiously as they all laughed. Then I felt the pressure hit me all of a sudden, & knew I had to be milked.

"I have to go to the car," I whispered to Charlene.

"Whatever for, Sweetie?"

"I'm about to start milking again!"

"Hey Christa," Charlene cried out. "Here's your chance! Sweetie needs to be milked!"

"Hey, cool! Let me att'em," Christa laughed, opening my blouse. "Man! Those are some big titties!"

She leaned in & started to suckle my nipples. Any relief I'd have felt at the lessened pressure was offset by the exposure.

Then Christa did something I didn't know was possible. She emptied a glass, & started to squeeze the milk out of my nipples into it. I truly felt like a cow, now, in this bar, as she pulled on my nipples until the glass was nearly full. Then she bent down & sucked the dregs out of me. Smacking her lips, she grinned at me, & went to the bar with the glass.

Soon, over the loud speakers came the announcement that there was to be a breast milk white russian auctioned off. They made me stand & show my tits, to show everyone the source of the milk, as if that were needed. By the end of the bidding, the ***** went for $55.

"I"m proud, Sweetie! You got top dollar!" Christa teased me. She turned to Charlene & asked if she had fucked me.

"Only like a girl gets fucked, Christa. She eats pussy pretty well, & I think she is getting better at sucking cocks, but her forte seems to be in taking it up her ass, which she seems to really enjoy."

"Really? I mean, I saw Rachael fucking her, but she didn't really look like she was getting into it at all. Perhaps it was the setting, huh?"

"Trust me. She loves it! She begs for it anytime she gets it. Isn't that right, Sweetie? Aren't you a little ass-fuck junky?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whimpered.

"Why don't you show Christa what you have in your purse, Sweetie?" Charlene pressed me.

I opened my purse with shaking hands. This was all so fucking scary! I reached in & pulled out the smaller of the two dildos.

"No, Sweetie," Charlene chided. "Show her the big one, your favorite!"

I put the dildo on the table, & reached back into my purse to get the monster that had been used on me with the Sybian.

"Wow! You can take all of that?" Christa seemed to be truly amazed. She turned to Charlene. saying. "I bow to your prowess! That is impressive! I want to put it in her. May I?"

"Sure," Charlene said. "Go ahead. You can do it right here of you wish, right, Sweetie?"

I merely nodded my head. I was beaten down again, with my tits milked out here in the open, my ass fucked on the dance floor, my mouth fucked there by a stranger, as well.

"I"m gonna fuck your ass, Sweetie. Right here. Right now. Anyone who wants to watch, can watch. Anyone can play with your tits, or stuff their cock in your mouth, for all I care. All I want to see is that big dick in your ass, & all I want to hear from you is begging for it. You got that?"

I looked into Christa's laughing eyes, & nodded.

"Beg me to fuck that hot little ass of yours."

I handed her the lube, saying," Please ma'am, fuck my ass. Right here. Right now."

Christa took the lube from me, & poured it onto her hand. She had me lean back in the chair so everyone could see who wanted to. I put my feet up on the table. Christa sat between my legs, & started to play with my ass. My cock rose as she teased my anal opening, as it always did. Next thing I knew, I had four of her fingers rooting in my butt.

"I'll bet you could fit your thumb in there, too," I heard someone say.

"Let's just see," whispered Christa, looking into my eyes.

I was shaking my head. My legs were tensed.

"Try to relax, Sweetie," Christa stage whispered. "It'll go easier that way."

I relaxed my legs, but was very apprehensive about it all. She reached in, then backed off, again & again. Each time her hand seemed to open me wider. her other hand went to my pouch, pulling it free of my cock & balls. I was surprised to see it soft. Evidently, I was more afraid than I'd ever been before. Christa bent down & took my cock in her mouth, & I gasped. On my inhalation, she pushed her hand past my barriers, burying it in my guts.

She sat back up, saying, "She's DONE it!"

The bar exploded in applause, & she started pumping her hand even deeper into my depths. Before long, it became rather uncomfortable, & I tried not to complain, but she must have seen something in my eyes.

"Just a little more, Sweetie!"

Her hand felt like it was elbow deep inside me, & looking down, I saw that my assessment was nearly correct.

"Christa, please!" I begged.I could do nothing but accept her fist inside me. "Take the dildo & fuck me! Please!"

Her hand slowly withdrew from my depths. She twisted it this way & that, which actually thrilled me, but I was too scared to let on. After a short time, she pulled it out very slowly & gently.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Then she picked up that big dong. It didn't even scare me anymore. Not after her hand had had its way in my ass.

"Fuck me," I gasped, as it touched my ass.

It plunged in rather quickly, opening my eyes wide. Now she was fucking me, & nothing else mattered.

"Harder," I gasped, "deeper! Fuck me!"

I was bouncing my ass on her toy, taking it to the hilt with every thrust. I grabbed my tits & squeezed them. I pulled on my own nipples. My hand went to my cock, to find it hard. I started wanking it even faster than I was being fucked, as I demanded she ram it home. I couldn't even recognize my own voice as I begged her to keep fucking me.

For her part, Christa was working hard, stroking that instrument into me. I looked to see sweat on her brow, & it made me smile to think I had given her such a workout.

Finally, I felt it rising within me. Frantically I clawed my way to my peak, & my cum poured out of my cock, & over my balls, & onto the dildo that Christa was fucking my ass with. She kept it up for awhile, then slowed to a stop, with the balls pressed up against my ass.

"Nice! I guess you really ARE a slut, aren't you?" Christa grinned as people around us started clapping.

I blushed as I lowered my legs. She stopped me, though, as she eased out the huge cock, & replaced my butt plug.

She leaned in & whispered "See you soon Sweetie," into my ear, as she stood & left the bar.

We all soon followed suit.

My ass was sore as hell for two days!

I did my chores. I milked my tits. I wanted nothing to do with sex, though, even though I still had to wear that damned butt plug every day.

For her part, Charlene seemed to understand, & left me alone, for the most part, although I did eat her pussy a few times.

Wednesday morning, she sat at the breakfast table, & told me I had to go to the grocery store. She'd give me money, but it was totally up to me to plan the week's meals, & buy the food. This would mean that I had to pay for a cab to take me, since she didn't yet trust me to not run off in my own truck. Besides, there was a good chance that someone might recognize the truck I'd been driving for the last two years, so a cab would be safer for me.

I thought about how I'd do this, & acquiesced to her demands. I had some clothes, now, that would look nearly normal in public. I just hoped & prayed that no one would know me.

Charlene left for work, & I milked my tits, & then began to dress myself. I would wear the tan sandals without stockings, for such a casual trip. I'd go with the short (they were ALL short) red plaid skirt, & the white blouse I'd worn to the bar. When I donned the apparel, after applying my make up, I looked as close to 'normal' as I would look, considering the slutty nature of all the clothes I had. Of course, I had no panties, but with my huge breasts, I just hoped that no one would be looking at my cock. I did remember to put in the butt plug, that almost seemed to be a part of me, now.

I gathered the money & put it in my purse, with the house keys & my breast pumps, & called for the cab. It arrived within a short time, & I was out the door as a woman for the first time on my own.

I got in the back, & directed the cabbie to the grocery store. As we drove along, I saw that he kept looking at me in his mirror, but thought nothing of it.

When we arrived at the store, I paid the cabbie, who said "Have a nice day, sir," before driving off. I guess he saw my cock in the skirt.

I was blushing again, as I entered the store. I immediately went to the ladies' room, where I checked myself in the mirror. I adjusted myself as best I could to hide my penis, & went shopping. At least I wouldn't be so obvious with a shopping cart in front of me. I got a few stares from women who were amazed at my height, but I think I passed, for the most part.

I bought everything on my list, & called the cab company, again, hoping that I'd get a different driver this time. Of course, with my luck, I got the same guy. He helped me load the bags in the trunk, & I got in the back.

As we drove, he started to talk to me. He told me that he'd seen me at the bar last Saturday night!

"You were so hot! I couldn't believe the things you did on the dance floor," he gushed at me.

"You must have me confused with someone," I tried.

"No way, Sweetie-pie," he answered. "I know it was you, by your height &...uh...your proportions."

"You mean my tits, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Just let me out," We'd arrived at the house. I paid him, & he offered to help me with the bags, but I declined, because, although he seemed nice enough, he also seemed way too eager.

"You just ask for Joe next time you call, okay? I'll take care of you, Sweetie."

With that, he drove away, with me standing on the porch with all those groceries.

I was putting the food away, when the phone rang. I stopped & listened until I heard Charlene's voice, telling me to pick up if I was there.

"Yes, m'lady?"

"I just got a call from Christa. She'll be our guest for dinner. If she arrives before I do, be sure & entertain her until I get there, Sweetie."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, feeling a little rush as I thought of the vixen from the bar.

I had a little spring to my step as I finished putting away the groceries, & then pumped my breasts. I saved the milk for my mistress in a milk jug labeled "Sweetie's Milk."

By mid-afternoon, I had a roast in the oven, & was just sitting down to watch some tv when the doorbell rang.

Peeking through the peephole, I saw Christa, so I opened the door. She pulled open my blouse right there in the doorway, & sucked on my left nipple as she pushed me into the house.

I was giggling as my hands went to cup her face at my breast, but she grabbed my hands & pulled them around behind my back. Then she nipped at my tit with her teeth, & I jumped in surprise.

"Your ass is mine until Charlene gets home, slut," she grinned into my face. "I"m going to enjoy this!"

"Well," I whispered, "she did tell me to entertain you. Wanna fuck?"

We giggled together, & I guided us into the living room.

"So, I take it that this is your chair." she was pointing at the Sybian.

"Yeah. That's where I sit & watch tv."

"I've always wanted to try one of those out." She moved to the machine. "Mind if I have a seat?"

"Let me get you a toy."

"Nothing so big as the one you had in the bar, please," she laughed. "I'm not the size queen that you seem to be."

"That isn't by choice, you know."

"Uh-huh. That looks good," she said, as I pulled out a rather mundane 7 incher that came with the Sybian. "That one looks like yours. I can't wait to try it out."

Her eyes met mine, & she grinned lasciviously at me as she licked her lips.

"Why don't you come help me get situated?"

I put the dong on the stem of the Sybian, greased it with lube, & rolled my thumb over the remote, so that it was buried in the barrel of the machine. Then, I began to remove Christa's blouse, kissing her flesh as it became exposed.

"Such a good little slut," she whispered as I suckled at her nipples.

I pulled off her blouse, & opened her slacks. I kissed her there, at the top of her panties, before pushing her pants to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving her shoes on the floor as well, & I kissed her right on her pussy.

"Not yet, Sweetie! Wait until I get on the Sybian."

"Yes, ma'am."

Christa swung her leg over the top of the barrel, & sat down, & I thumbed the remote, again. Now, the dildo rose very slowly, until it touched her lips. I was in front of her, watching, & stopped its progression as soon as it touched her. Then I hit another button, & she thrilled to the vibe.

"Oh, you little minx," she cried. "Give it to me!"

I reached down to feel her pussy, sticking two fingers up inside her.

"Hey! I told you to give it to me, not to tease me with your fingers!"

"Just making sure you're ready. Christa," I laughed.

"I was ready when you answered the door. Now GIMME!"

The cock rose ever so slowly, & Christa was wiggling her ass. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she worked her pussy around the toy. My cock was hard as ever.

"Fuck me, Sweetie," she cried, so I sped the movements up until she sighed, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Ooooooh, yeah! That's so nice!"

I straddled the machine, behind her, pulling my skirt & blouse off completely, so I could rub my tits on her back while she was fucked. I reached around her & rubbed on her clit with my fingertip, & she screamed in an unexpected orgasm.

As she was coming down, I reached for the lube. I wanted to see how far I could go with her. I put some on my finger, & rubbed it on her tight little rosebud.

"Oh, you fucker," she exclaimed. "Be careful! I've never tried that."

"Ooooh, a virgin!" I whispered hotly into her ear. "I think you might like this a lot!"

I slipped a fingertip up inside her ass, & Christa moaned loudly.

"Just think of being here, with the machine fucking your pussy, & my cock right here."

I slid another finger up her ass, & she gasped. Her hips rose & fell, & my nipples were brushing on her back as I fingered her ass. She seemed awfully tight, though, & I hesitated to go further, although I really wanted to.

"Come around & let me suck your cock," she called out over her shoulder.

I reluctantly slid my fingers out of her ass, & lifted myself off the machine. I walked around her & stood there at her face.

Christa's hands went right to my ass, as she pulled me forward into her waiting lips. Her nails dug into my cheeks as she slurped my cock into the warmth of her mouth. I was fucking her face when she came, & her teeth scratched my cock as she cried out, her entire body shuddering with pleasure. I hit the remote, & the cock went into overdrive in her pussy right then.

"Aaaaah!" She cried. Her tits were shaking like she was riding a galloping horse. Her hands tore at my ass. She was still peaking a full thirty seconds later! Never had I seen a woman cum like that. She was pressing her face into my cock & moaning, & I eventually saw the need to reduce the speed of the cock within her.

Leaning back, she ordered me to lick her while she got fucked. I bent & gently licked at her lips as the cock slowly rose & fell within her drenched pussy. She pushed me away, though, when I licked at her clit.

"Too much," she cried, shuddering again. She pushed me away, & fell forward, her hands holding her up on the barrel of the machine.

I slowed the dildo, & ever so slowly, had it drop back into the depths of the barrel, & out of her pussy.

"Oh my god! That was so good. Get over here & sit on it. I want my cum to go up your ass!"

I pulled out my butt plug & helped her to her feet. Then I settled myself down onto the Sybian, & flipped the switch to feel the cum-slick prod brush my cheeks as it entered my ass. Then I turned it on faster, & thrilled to the feeling within. I loved it when it hit home in my ass, though I'd taken a lot bigger.

Christa dropped to her knees next to me. She was watching the cock in my ass, close up. Then she reached in to slide a finger up next to the dildo as it fucked me.

"It's so warm!" she whispered. "Get up. I want you to fuck me."

I turned the machine off & stood. I took Christa's hand, & led her up to my room. She laughed when she saw my frilly room, & called me a sissy as she stroked my cock.

"I"ll show you a sissy," I growled, pushing her toward the bed.

"Eat me first," she said.

I buried my face in her folds, & licked up her fluids until she called me up to suckle her tits. Her hands flew to grip my breasts as soon as they were within reach.

"Put it in me," she whispered, as her grip was like iron on my tits.

I reached down to guide my cock into her. I rubbed it on her clit, & she sighed. I kept teasing her with the tip until she yanked hard on my tits.

"Fuck me," she growled.

I pushed into her, & felt a pussy for the first time in over a month. It was so smooth! So warm & inviting! So soft!

"Ah, this is much better than that dildo," she whispered. "Fuck me, bitch!"

Our eyes were locked. Her hands never left my breasts as I fucked her, harder & harder.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

"YES! Give it to me, bitch! Fuck me, slut! Gimme that juice!"

She was really into getting my cum, & I gave it to her, as deeply as I could squirt it. Her hands were all over my tits as I shuddered within her. I came for a long time, it seemed.

As I slipped off my peak, she grinned at me.

"That feels so good," she whispered. "Don't you love it when you feel that cock splashing inside you?"

I nodded, having felt something similar, when Rachael & Bob fucked my ass.

"I'd love to see you get fucked," she whispered into my ear, "by a really big cock. And then watch as the cum leaks out of your ass. You have a beautiful ass, you know."

I blushed, pressed up against her.

"So which do you like more, men or women?"

"Women, definitely."

My cock slid out of her pussy just then, & we both shuddered in post-coital bliss.

"Really? But you said you love to feel that cum in your ass."

"I do, but I'm not gay, & I never even really thought of myself as bi. Everything you've seen, I've been made to do. None of this is my choice."

"But you love having these tits, don't you," she teased, feeling them up again.

"Yeah, I guess, It's quite a different sensation, looking like this, dressing like this. Doing these things. But I get embarrassed a lot. I mean, a man isn't supposed to be like this, is he?"

"So you aren't a man, anymore. I like you like this!" She pulled my tits up & suckled at them. " I want to fuck you, now."

I rolled off of her.

"Let me get my purse. I have a toy for us in there."

I lay back on the bed, & my mind wandered. This was all so surreal. I seemed to be surrounded by women & men who preferred me to look like this, who wanted to fuck my ass, which felt really good to me. I was ashamed that it felt good. I was ashamed that I was starting to like it.

Christa re-entered the room. Around her hips was a flesh-colored strap, holding up a ten inch, lifelike cock. I gasped when I saw it.

"Look what I have for you, Sweetie!"

"Oh my god! That thing is HUGE!"

"Yeah, but I'll bet you can take it to my balls, right, slut?"

"All I can do is try, m'lady."

I was getting onto my hands & knees, when she stopped me with a slap to my ass.

"No, whore! I want to see your eyes when I push it in. I want to see your expression when it hits home in your asshole! On your back, wench, & grab your ankles! You're in for a rough ride!"

I lay back, & grabbed my ankles, & pulled my legs up high for her. She took some lube & rubbed it along her prodigious length. It glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, bobbing obscenely at me as she stepped up to the bed, & climbed on to her knees.

I wasn't too concerned about the size. It looked to be about the same length as my largest dildo, but thinner. I sighed as it brushed against my hole.

"I know you love this," she whispered. "I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you getting fucked on the dance floor. I'll bet over half the bar wanted you, then!"

She was pressing it into me, now, & I, for my part, was cooperating fully, enjoying everything she was doing.

"Do you like my cock?"

"I love your cock," I responded.

"Tell me you want it."

"Give it to me," I panted. "I want every inch you can give me! Fuck me with your big dick. Oh my god! It's so big!...Yes!...More!...Fuck me!"

"This is how I want to milk you next time," she grinned into my face,"with my cock balls deep in your ass & your tits in my face!"

She was fucking me, now, going deeper & deeper with each stroke. I reached down to cup her ass cheeks in my hands, & I pulled her all the way into me, my legs locking around her waist.

"Fuck me hard!"

Suddenly, she stopped. I was wagging my ass, begging her to fuck me, but she pulled it out!

I pleaded for more. Then, I felt her fingers at my ass. My eyes widened as she slid four fingers into me, up to her thumb.

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah, bitch! You're gonna take my whole hand in your ass, again. You liked that, didn't you?"

"Please," I whimpered.

I could feel her hand changing into a cone shape, as she fit her thumb in the middle of her fingers & pressed it all into my wide open ass. Her eyes were glued to my own. I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't stop it, & I knew it. I gazed into her eyes as she slipped her entire hand into my ass. Then, I felt her fold it into a fist within me, & she started to pump it back & forth, going even deeper within my stretched out ass.

"Mel says she wants to do this with me, Sweetie," Christa grinned into my face. "Just imagine BOTH of our hands inside this ass. We'll totally own you, won't we?"

All I could do was groan helplessly as she had her way with me.

"Maybe Charlene will want to fit her hand in here, too! You're gonna be the ultimate ass tart. A true 'fuck-me queen!' Wouldn't you like that, Sweetie-pie?"

My head was nodding, but I couldn't speak. She was getting rougher in my ass, but I was liking it. Every thrust & pull in my ass was making my tits wobble on my chest. I looked down to watch them, & the feeling was overwhelming.

"Yeah, just look at those tits! Does it feel good when they bounce like this, Sweetie?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, my eyes were locked onto them as they swayed up & down with her every thrust.

She slowly pulled her hand out of me, & ordered me onto my knees.

I eagerly got into position, & thrilled when her hand touched me back there again.

"Beg for it, Sweetie," she whispered.

"Fuck me," I groaned. "Put it in me. Please fuck my ass."

"You're gonna take it up to my elbow, this time, you fucking cow," she growled.

I blushed, yet pushed back onto her hand as it returned to my depths. She was fucking me again, but seemed determined to make me take even more than before, & it started to hurt.

"Please, ma'am," I cried, "Slower, please!"

"You're almost there, Sweetie. I'm almost up to my elbow. Do you want it all or not?"

"I do!" I cried helplessly. "I do! Fuck me, but please don't hurt me!"

She pressed her fist in until I imagined it would come out of my mouth. I could hardly catch my breath. Then, finally, she leaned forward, kissing my back, & I could feel her bicep in my ass crack!

"That's it, Sweetie," she crowed. "You took it like a champ! Now, I want you to jerk off for me!"

I reached down, but my cock was soft. I started to play with it, but it just wouldn't get hard. Christa was flexing her hand, & twisting it around in my ass. It felt so amazing, but I couldn't seem to get hard. I whimpered in my frustration.

"Aw, Sweetie! Can't you get it up?"

"No, Christa! I'm so sorry," I wanted to cry.

"Don't worry about it, girl. It would really surprise me if you could, your first couple of times. Later, when we get you used to this, you'll be able, so don't worry your pretty little head over it. One thing's for sure," she laughed as her hand started to pull out.

"What's that?"

"One day, you'll be able to take two real cocks up your ass. You'll be just like a real porn queen! Like a real three-holer!" She laughed as her hand slowly popped out my poor ****** asshole. "Just imagine what you'll look like, with a cock in your mouth, while you ride another, & a third pumps into you from behind! That's gonna be so fucking HOT!"

I fell forward onto the bed. I could feel cool air on my insides, & knew I was still gaping open, & that she could see it.

"Oh! Look at that," Christa whispered. "Your asshole is still open for business!"

She slapped my ass, then, & I clenched it tight.

"You really are an ass tart, aren't you?"

"I guess I am," I marveled.

She laid down next to me, stroking my back.

"So, were you thinking about all those cocks, Sweetie, when I fisted you?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Pretty hot idea, isn't it?"

"It's a fine fantasy, Christa, but I don't really want to be fucked by men. I'm not queer."

"You aren't a man, either, dear," she laughed. "Not anymore!"

I buried my face in the pillows, but she was having none of that.

"Get your ass up, Sweetie! Admit what you are. Look me in the eye & tell me what an ass-fucking slutty big-titted cow you are!"

I looked over my shoulder at her in amazement. Did she really want to hear that from my own lips?

"Tell me what you are, bitch!" She slapped my ass, hard.

I slowly rolled over, with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Up on your knees, Sweetie! Spread your legs wider! Now, hold out your tits to me, & tell me what you are & what you like."

I assumed the position she had ordered from me. My legs were shaking as I spoke.

"I'm just an ass-slut. A cow with big tits. I love to be fucked in my ass, & I love my big tits. I want everyone to fuck me & suck on my nipples. I want men to cum on my tits, & to fuck my ass. I want women to strap on big dildos & fuck me in my ass, because I'm such an ass-slut. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?"

"It's a good start. Tell me how you like to dress."

"I like to dress up like a slut, & show off my big tits to everyone. I like short skirts that can be pulled up for a good ass-fucking. I like to have my cock & tits sucked when I get fucked in my ass. I love your whole hand up inside me, too. I also like it when you suck the milk out of my big tits." I sniffed, the tears rolled down my cheeks. "Are you happy, now? I said it! I'm a cow & a slut who likes to dress up & get fucked in my ass all the time."

"Look at that! You're ready for a milking, Sweetie!"

I fell forward onto the bed, sobbing in my shame.

"Roll over, slut! I'm gonna fuck your hot little ass while I milk those fine titties!"

I rolled over, & spread my legs. She made me guide her strap on into my ass as she looked me in the eye.

"That's it, slut! You should be proud of the things you can do! Not many women could do all of this, you know, & even fewer men! Now, tell me how you want my cock."

"I want you to fuck me slow, while you suck the milk out of my tits," I began. "Put it in me. Give me that cock!"

"That's a girl! Show me that inner slut! You really like this, don't you?"

"I love it when you fuck my ass! Now, suck my tits! Take my milk! Fuck me & suck me!"

"Jerk yourself off while you talk to me, slut!" She bent & took my left nipple into her lips. It felt heavenly!

I gripped my cock, & started to stroke it as I spoke.

"Suck that milk out of me, Christa! Fuck my ass! God! That feels so good! Fuck me harder!"

She was slamming into my ass, now. Her lips were pulling my tit way out away from my chest. It was so intense that I found myself cumming all too soon as I watched her puling at my tit.

"Ah! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Suck those tits! Don't you fucking stop! Fuck me faster!"

I grunted like the fuck-pig I'd become. I took her every inch. I felt the pressure lessening in my breasts as she suckled. I'd finished cumming, but her thrusting didn't diminish one iota as she slammed into my butt. I found that I didn't mind at all.

I think she actually came as she fucked me, & that made me feel like I'd done something great for her. She slowed her thrusting until she finally stopped, holding her cock balls deep in my backside, as she slurped away at my tits until they stopped their flow.

"Oh, wow," she whispered at my chest. "That was good! I hope you liked that one, Charlene!" She called out over her shoulder, to the unseen cameras, I supposed.

I groaned as she pulled her cock out of my worn ass, & she picked herself up off of my sweaty form.

"Look at you," she grinned. "You're a total slut for cock, aren't you?"

"I'm a slut," I answered.

"That's what I like to hear. you cow!"

She laughed as I got my legs under me, & got off the bed.

"I have to work on dinner," I panted.

"Yes, a slutty cow's work is never done, right?"

I looked at her curiously. She seemed to be awfully caught up in my total ***********.

"That's right," I said. "I'm a cow & a slut, & now I have to be a cook, too."

She slapped my ass.

"Then you'd better get to it, bitch!"

I left her there, resting, as I dragged my over-fucked self into the kitchen, where I finished the dinner preparations, & set the table.

I took a quick shower, then finished the meal preparations just as Charlene called out her famous "Honey, I'm home!"

That was when I realized that I'd neglected to dress myself again, & I stood in her kitchen totally naked as I worked.

She walked in, & her eyes took in my nudity as I set the roast on the table.

"Sweetie! Did Christa come today?"

"About 4 or 5 times, m'lady," I cracked, before remembering my place. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Yes, she's upstairs in my room, resting."

"I was wondering why you would be out of uniform," she chided me. "You look like you've had a good time."

"It was very nice, ma'am," I said. "I'll go get her, & get myself ready to serve."

"I think you'll do nicely, dressed as you are. Well...perhaps you should put on some heels, anyway."

"As you wish, m'lady."

Charlene went to change clothes, & I went & quickly donned my heels, before gently waking Christa, who'd fallen asleep in my bed.

"Oh!" she moaned, "I could have slept through the night! You look perky!"

She tweaked my nipples & rose from the bed. She tossed on her blouse & skirt, leaving off her underwear, & stepped into her shoes before coming with me downstairs to the set table.

Charlene was there, already, & the meal's aromas had me drooling in hunger. As I was filling the wine glasses, Charlene noticed that hair was growing in my armpits again. I'd been very careful about shaving my face throughout this ordeal, as it simply wouldn't do to have a 5 o'clock shadow poking through my make up, destroying the illusion that I was truly female. Somehow, I'd missed the hair coming back on my body.

"I can set up an appointment for her at Tansy's, Charlene," Christa chimed in. "This doesn't have to be a problem again."

"Well, thank you, Christa," Charlene seemed pleased. "I think that's a great idea."

I served the roast & vegies, & Charlene had me sit on my dildo to eat with them. It dawned on me that I had no idea what Tansy's was, & so I asked.

"Tansy's is a great place, Sweetie," Christa answered. "They fix it so you don't need to shave anymore. It's laser hair removal, & it's permanent."

"Oh!" I sat there on my rubber cock, thinking about what it might feel like to be totally hair free for life. I mean, I WAS supposed to be able to return to my manhood after 6 months...yet, I liked the feeling of having my skin so bare. I decided to think about it before worrying about it, but it bothered me just the same.

Charlene was smiling at me. I think she expected me to take some sort of action, to shout about any further destruction of my manhood, but seemed pleased that I hadn't.

We ate, & the conversation was lively. Christa bragged about how I had taken her fist again this afternoon. Charlene asked about my trip to the store.

I told them about the cabbie, but there wasn't really anything else to report, as it had all gone pretty smoothly.

"So," teased Christa, "are you going to call Joe for your next ride? Hmmm?"

"I told you, Christa! I'm not gay!"

"Yeah, & I told you," she challenged me. "You aren't a man anymore!"

I blushed at that, & she looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.

"Sweetie! You're dripping!"

Charlene's words made me look to my breasts, & somehow, sure enough, I'd missed the telltale signs of my impending *********, as I had joined in this conversation. I excused myself, & went to get my breast pumps.

"Let's move this into the living room," Charlene suggested.

There, of course, I had to ride that huge dildo as I pumped my milk into the little cups, holding them up to my tits as the machine relentlessly fucked my ass. Charlene had some fun, speeding it up, & slowing it down, & making it vibrate, as I sat there helplessly feeling the fake organ rising & falling in my ass.

"I love to watch your tits jiggle, Sweetie," she laughed.

"I'll bet you never thought you'd hear that from anyone," Christa laughed.

"Yeah, that's for sure," I chuckled.

I sat there for the entire half hour, until my tits stopping delivering milk.

"Look at those NIPS," Christa exclaimed when I pulled my nipples from the little sucking machines. "Damn, girl! You could cut glass with them things!"

I sat on the Sybian & palmed them gently. They seemed hard as rocks in my palms.

"I think they're getting a lot bigger," I said.

"That was the plan," Charlene laughed. I want everyone to look at them, just like you used to ogle me all the time."

I hung my head as I gripped my tits tighter, in shame.

"Up with you, Sweetie! I want to see your newest talent, first hand!"

I looked at Charlene, knowing what she was talking about. She wanted to fist fuck me! It shouldn't be too uncomfortable, at this point, since I'd already had Christa's hand in my ass twice, & the dildo I was sitting on was easily as thick as Charlene's wrist. Still, it seemed especially embarrassing to open my ass up to her, for some reason, after our history to date.

I rose up off the dildo slowly, until its thick head oozed out of my ass. I noticed that it didn't pop when it came out, probably because I'd been so stretched out on this day.

I stood before Charlene, blushing, awaiting her next order.

"Let's all go to your room, Sweetie. It's a more intimate atmosphere, & I want you to feel more comfortable when I do this."

I wondered at Charlene's words. She seemed almost tender to me. Did she have feelings for me? My mind was in a fog as I swayed my big ass in front of them all the way up the stairs.

"I love that ass," Christa harshly whispered as I walked.

"Me, too," said Charlene.

I looked over my shoulder at her & blushed at her words.

Entering my bedroom, I asked them how they wanted me.

"Get on your back, Sweetie," Charlene whispered. "I want to see your face when it goes in."

My eyes wide, I laid on my back, & spread my legs wide for them.

"She's such an easy slut, isn't she?" Christa giggled, settling into an overstuffed chair next to the bed.

Charlene chucked, & reached for the bottle of lubricant on my end table. She poured a glob onto her palm, & spread it over my open ass, as I lifted my legs for her easier access. Her fingers dipped into me, & I sighed. My hands wrapped around my legs, holding myself up & open to her.

Her eyes never left my own as she easily slipped four fingers up my ass. Then, she pulled them out, forming that cone shape, as she tucked her thumb into them, & began to press it all into me. She backed off whenever she felt resistance, but kept pumping it into me time & again, until her hand finally popped into my anus.

She smiled at me, then, as she formed her hand into a fist inside my inner sphincter, & started to fuck me with her arm.

"Wow! How much can you take?"

"She took my hand up to the elbow, awhile ago," Christa answered. "I'll bet she can take even more!"

With that, Christa joined us on the bed. Her hands went to the lube, & she poured more on Charlene's arm as it plumbed my depths. Then, I gasped to feel her fingers trying to enter me alongside Charlene's arm.

"No! Please, no more!" I whimpered.

Charlene pulled out until only her fist was still in my stretched out hole, & Christa stuck three fingers in there, & wriggled them around, as Charlene plunged her hand back into me.

"What a slut!" Charlene exclaimed.

Then, to my utmost surprise, she bent down & took my cockhead into her lips.I could feel my sperm oozing out of my cock, but there was no orgasm, as she pressed her fist onto my prostate.

She lifted her head, & let the cum dribble out of her mouth, onto my breasts.

"Now, you see? There's more than one way to milk this slut," she laughed.

Christa pulled her fingers out of me, then. Charlene took her time working her hand out of my ass. My opening gaped at them, & they talked about it as they ran their fingers around the rim of my hole.

"Sweetie," Christa said,"Get up on your knees, & tell us who & what you are."

I flushed a deep red, my anger rising, but I was too exhausted, & too beaten, to say or do anything but what she had ordered.

Rising slowly to my knees, I repeated the pose I'd had for her, earlier, holding up my tits as if I was offering them to one & all.

"Rub the cum into your tits as you tell us what you are," Charlene whispered.

My hands worked on their own, smearing my wet cum onto my tits as I spoke in a little girl voice.

"I'm your slut. I'm a cow that loves to have her big tits milked. I love cocks in my ass. I love it best when a woman fucks me. I love cum in my ass. I like to dress in slutty clothes that show off my big tits & ass. I love short skirts that can be flipped up so I can be fucked. I love going out without underwear, so anyone who wants to can easily fuck my ass. I want my tits sucked while I get fucked. I want my cock sucked while I'm fucked, too. I'm a big-titted fuck cow who needs to cum all the time. I love to eat pussy & suck cock & take anything & everything up my hot slutty ass."

I lifted my breast, & I licked my cum off it as best I could.

"I want you to fuck me. I love your hand in me. I like to look good so that I can be fucked as often as I can get it. I'm a slutty cow who needs cock & toys & pussy & tits all the time, using my body. I'm only here to be fucked & sucked & to give you milk."

By then, my eyes were running with tears.

"Nice! So you're just a fuck pig, eh?" Charlene was getting into my ***********.

"Yes, I'm a fuck pig, too. Suck my titties."

Both women guffawed at that one, & Christa bent & took a nipple in her lips.

"You're learning your lessons well, Sweetie," Charlene said. "Six months of this & you'll be a whole new girl!"

My heart was in my throat as I thought of having to say these things, having to do these things, over & over for 6 whole months. how far was she going to take it all? Would I even be ME when all was said & done. I didn't feel much like me, already. I was changing, being turned into this slutty bimbo whose only worth was in her flesh. I hated the idea, but my body seemed to like it all, as I looked down to see my cock growing yet again at the thought of becoming this hot looking shemale slut that they seemed to want me to be.

Rising to her feet, Charlene turned to look at me, still sitting there on my spread knees, holding up my tits.

"I'm going out, Sweetie. Be nice to Christa. Bob said he might stop by, so you'll have to be nice to him, too. Have fun, girls!"

I fell onto the bed on my belly.

"I can't do anymore, today, Christa," I moaned. "You have fucked me out."

"Then I guess I'll be going, too, Sweetie."

"No! Don't leave me here with him! I'm not queer! Please stay!"

"Sweetie, I don't do men. In fact, yours is the first cock I've touched since I was twelve!"

I looked deeply into her eyes, & saw the truth in her eyes.

"I hate men, Sweetie. I was raped by four guys when I was just twelve years old. They made me do everything I've seen you do, & I guess that's why I'm so attracted to you, even though you seem to LIKE all of it. I know you're being made to do it. I know you're a man, so sometimes I might seem a little...I don't know what...with you. But I really like the way you look, & I love how you have milk in your tits. I can watch people being fucked my men, but I can't bring myself to do it with them."

"Then you'll stay? And watch me? Help me along?"

"If you really want me to, sure. Just don't expect me to touch him or anything." She smiled, then. "It really does excite me to watch a man fucking, though, especially if he has a big one, you know?"

"Then you'll love Bob. He has a 9 inch cock, that's thick as your wrist!"

"Mmm! I'll bet you really love that in your hot little ass, don't you?"

"It feels really good, especially when he cums in me, but I'd rather be fucked by you any day of the week!"

"Well, let's get you dolled up for his cock, Sweetie! I can't wait to see this!" She seemed to brighten up, after her confession, at the mental image of me being fucked raw by Bob's horse cock.

She touched up my make up, & I gasped at the slut I saw in the mirror. She made me put on my corset & stockings, too, & rouged my nipples. Then she sprayed me with just a touch of perfume. Finally, she blew a bit of glitter onto my big breasts. I looked in the mirror to see a vision of fuckable pulchritude, as she touched up my wig.

Just then, the doorbell rang, & I blushed at the anticipation of having Bob see me like this...having him touch me...& more.

She grinned, saying, "Showtime, Sweetie!"

We tripped down the stairs, & she stood back to watch Bob's reaction as I threw open the door in my bare loveliness.

Bob just stood there, staring at my tits, for a few moments.

"I'm up here, Bob," I grinned.

"Yeah, you are! Damn you look good, Sweetie!"

"Why, thank you, sir," I batted my eyelashes at him...my very thick, very long false eyelashes.

He took my hand as he entered, & I introduced him to Christa.

"Hello, Christa," he said, taking her hand.

I took him into the living room, & Christa told him that she was 'just here to watch.'

"That's fine," he said. "I don't mind an audience."

His hands were on my ass, & then he pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss, which had me startled.

"So where's Charlene?"

"She went out, she didn't say where. She said you were coming, & that I should entertain you," I whispered with a deep blush.

I looked to Christa. Her eyes were beaming at me as if she were very proud of the slut I was becoming. My mind swam with the possibilities.

"Let me see you, Sweetie! Turn around for me, love."

I stood in front of him as he sat in the recliner by the Sybian, & spun on my 5 inch heels. Then I turned more slowly, & wagged my ass at him as I turned it his way. As I spun to face him, I shook my big boobies his way. He seemed thrilled at my little show, & patted his lap for me to sit there.

I sat my big ass on his lap, & he asked me if I'd like to show him how the machine worked, again.

"Okay," I said, as cheerfully as I could muster, for Christa's sake.

I found the largest dildo, & popped it onto the stem of the Sybian. I lubed it up, & thumbed the remote until it disappeared into the barrel, before swinging my leg over it like I was mounting a horse. Then I hit the remote again, & felt it touch my sore hole. It entered me once again with ease. I rose up on my knees so that Bob could watch as the machine pushed that huge toy up inside me. I began to pant.

"Come here, Bob," I said, for Christa's sake, once again. "Let me taste you!"

I knew she was on the sofa, watching the proceedings. She would enjoy my acting like a porn queen, I thought to myself. Bob certainly seemed to like it! His cock was rock hard before he even stood to walk around in front of my painted lips, straddling the Sybian.

His cock was out for us to see. I thought it was especially impressive as I tried to swallow it, unsuccessfully, of course. His hands went to my head, & he guided me, fucking my mouth with his eyes closed. I looked right up at him, wanting him to look at my slutty face as I sucked him. I was trying my very best to be the slut that Christa seemed to want me to be, & it was very liberating not to have to feel embarrassed, to give myself with total abandon, to this man with such a large, ass-fulfilling cock.

He started to flex in my mouth, & I pulled away, squeezing his cock so it wouldn't cum just yet.

"Not here, Bob," I whispered, panting as my ass was plundered by the machine between my thighs. "I want to feel you shooting in my ass!"

"Aw, hell, yeah!" he exclaimed.

I reluctantly pulled my ass of the dildo, & led him to my room.

Bob slapped my ass on the way up the steps, & I giggled girlishly as I ran ahead of him to my room. Christa followed us silently & closely, & sat in the chair by the bed, & watched as Bob hugged me tight, before tossing me back onto the bed where Christa & Charlene had had me just hours before.

"Roll over & get on your knees," Bob rasped at me.

I got up on my knees, presenting him with my greased ass. I'm sure my hole looked an angry red, from all the fucking & fisting I'd had thus far, this day, but I didn't care. I wanted to give Christa a good show.

Bob climbed up behind me, &, without any foreplay, stuffed his big cock into my ass, slowly & gently. I squealed & wagged my backside at him as he bottomed out in my hot ass. I squeezed him with my sphincter muscles when he hit bottom, & begged him to fuck me & fill me with his cum.

Bob, however, was in no hurry. He started fucking me very slowly. It was agonizingly slow, in fact, & I found myself wanting to hurry him up. I started to rock on him, until he gave up & just stood there on his knees, & allowed me to fuck myself on his monstrous member.

I began to really hammer myself onto him, so I could feel his balls hit my own. I was panting & begging him to fuck me over & over at this point. It seemed that, by acting the part of the hot-assed slut, I became her. I became frantic to feel his cum spurt into me. I reached down & played with his balls as I humped back onto him. Eventually, my enthusiasm became contagious. I looked over to see Christa, with her hands in her crotch, her eyes glazed as they watched me. Bob, too, seemed to pick up the vibes I was putting off, & started thrusting harder into my hot little butt.

"Fuck...me...I...want...to...feel...your...cum...in...my...ass," I pleaded. With every syllable, I was slamming my hindquarters into his crotch, & thrilling to the feel of his balls hitting my own.

Bob could only take so much. I felt him begin to thrust faster, then, he gripped my hips, & his cock flew within me. I'm sure the vision that Christa was enjoying was a blur as he pushed himself to his peak within me. Then, with an iron grip on me hips, he pulled me tight to him, & shot his cum into me. It felt so good to have his hot load spurting with every flex of his cock. I felt his cum bathe the walls of my bowels, & I was still wagging my ass at him, when he fell onto my back.

"Mercy!" he laughed as his cock stopped its flexing, its fountain of cum.

"No mercy," I cried. "Give me more cum!"

He chuckled, saying, "Sorry, Sweetie, that's all I have!"

I looked to Christa, seeing her shaking as her hand pulsed in her pussy.

"Christa!" I called. "Put it on & fuck me!"

"No, Sweetie," she said. "I think you've had enough for today!"

"Not enough! Never enough! Come fuck me! I NEED it!"

So, she donned her strap on, as Bob's cock shrank & fell out of me. He moved aside, then sat in the chair she'd vacated, as she walked on her knees up behind me.

"Fuck me, Christa," I begged.

I swooned as her cockhead entered my ass. I wiggled my ass at her, then she began to fuck me in earnest. Bob just sat there, his eyes wide as he watched us two women going at it just feet away from his view.

"Take it, you cockslut," she cried, slamming her cock into my bottom. "Tell Bob what you are!"

"I'm a cockslut," I called out. "I'm a fucking cow with milk in my big tits. I need cum in my ass. I need to be fucked & sucked. Bob! Come suck me!"

To my amazement, Bob lifted his frame off the chair, & climbed onto the bed. Before I realized what he was intending, he had his lips wrapped around my cockhead. I thrilled to his sucking.

"Yeah! Suck my cock, Bob! Fuck my ass, Christa! Oh my god I'm cumming!"

I held Bob's face in place as I pumped my seed into his mouth. I refused to let him go as he tried to pull away.

"Take my cum, Bob! Pump my cum into his mouth, Christa!"

She did her very best. It seemed that she, too was cumming, as she jerked & spasmed at my back door. Her teeth sank into my shoulder, & I could feel her breasts on my back, which only made me cum that much harder. Finally, I fell forward, allowing Bob to slip off my cock. Christa followed me down, her cock firmly lodged in my butt. Then, the most amazing thing occurred.