les histoires de chrislebo

A moment later he peed enough to fill half my mouth and shook is cock putting in back in his pants, zipping up and saying, "Damn this enlarged prostate. I'll probably have to piss every fifteen minutes. The other men laughed.

"Swallow girl," he said and I gagged as his piss passed over my tonsils and into my tummy.

The next man already had his cock out and just started peeing all over me. I felt the bowl under my ass start to warm and the urine started to fill up over my balls. When he was done he had my lick his cockhead. Then he had me look into his eyes. I'm sure my eyes betrayed my *********** as I reached out and pulled the chain. The sound of a toilet flushing emanated from a speaker under my ass as the silent motor whirred and a flood of pee shot up the dildo into my ass as if someone was peeing right up there.

My legs instinctively tried to close to stop the warm pee. I felt his piss in the bowl emptying knowing it was going up inside me and then it was done. He looked at me waiting.

"Thank You Sir," my pink lips pouted.

Several of the men commented on how much they liked the sound of a toilet flushing.

After a couple of more men peeing into my mouth my swallowing as well as the bowl being spurted into me made my stomach distended.

"I think our toilet needs to be emptied," one of the men said.

"Go outside and find a place to squat like the little girl you are and empty our 'toilet," one of the men instructed.

So, I was allowed to get up and because I was trained to take small steps I waddled toward the door my ass swaying and inside feeling like a wave of piss was swishing back and forth.

Before I got there one of the men had me stop and do a little extra wiggling. I know it didn't really slosh inside me but I felt like it was. It seems the men liked this extra maneuver and it was added to all my 'toilet' walks.

When I got outside a few of the men had come to the door one of them instructed me to squat facing the door and smile? He also told me I should try to make both my holes pee and not to simply flush it all out in a rush.

"Try to make it come out slowly," he said.

I had to lower my panties (I was told to pull them up before I walked out), squat, smile and then both my holes (penis and ass) started to drain. The pee did squirt out of me like a girl. I hadn't been allowed to touch my penis since the first week.

Then I would walk 'ladylike' with the men in my view back to the device, sitting down on the dildo until I was full again. From the bottles on the table I must have had at least 30 bottles peed into my two holes and I had to empty myself more 10 times.

It was quite embarrassing when I was outside squatting and the man urine was shooting out of my two holes as some of the men laughed watching me. Once I even threw up at the same time.

It all came to an end at a point where I was the most full of pee during the evening. I just wanted to go out and empty myself but instead I was let up, given a clean pair of panties to put on and a very short schoolgirl skirt with a white blouse. "Ok Missy it's time for you to get back to your household duties," Sir said. "Clean up this whole place and when you are all done come report to me."

"Yes Sir," I answered but wanting to ask permission to go empty myself.

During the next 30 minutes I cleared the empty beer bottles thinking how they had gone from bottle to me. Various men asked me questions to which I could only answer with one of the two phrases I'm allowed.

"Did you enjoy my piss in your tummy?" "Yes Sir."

"Would you like us to play this game every night?" "Yes Sir."

"Was being a 'toilet girl' a dream you had when you were a little girl?" "Yes Sir."

This went on until all the bottles were cleared and the table wiped off. I was trying so hard not to pee myself or accidentally drip from my ass.

Just when I thought I was done and could go to the bathroom the first man beckoned me to him. I waddled over my bowels sloshing with man pee and wanting to let it out. It was so hard for me to curtsy

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he asked.

By this time in my training I knew I'd probably get a spanking and began to bend over.

"But, for being a good toilet I am going to let you have an orgasm while I spank you. After that you may waddle your piss filled ass-urinal outside and empty yourself.

"Thank you Sir," I answered with my eyes nearly about to tear up since I knew I'd be crying soon. I was just hoping I wouldn't have an accident.

As I lowered my panties he commented on how I smelled like a urinal too. The men next to him joked about how I may need one of those urinal deodorizer sticks in me.

Then the first SLAP.....hitting me like Dick did. His hand was also large and the slap burned my ass and jiggled my cheek.

"Guys, she sounds like a half filled bottle of piss sloshing around as I spank her," the man said.

I was mortified. I wondered could he really hear it or was he just joking but before I could really ponder it he had me rubbing my pussy as his hand got into motion.

But I was sure I could feel their 'piss sloshing in me.'

Ten minutes later I was crying profusely and had had shot my little white load into the crotch of my pissy panties. I was so embarrassed.

And with the proper, "Thank You" and curtsy I was allowed to wiggle my way outside and empty myself.

That night I was told I was to ***** in my stinky bra and panties.

A few days later this night created a new nightmare. Most of the men wanted me to suck their dicks. And most of those didn't get really very hard. Only a few wanted to watch my ass squirm on their cocks. Also, I was surprised more then half the men weren't circumcised. It's really odd licking a cock head and watching it grown out of its sheath.

Anyhow, the guy who had peed on my panties and started all this was both kinky and liked to ass fuck me.

One morning he was up early and I was wiping the coffee table in the living room when he came in sporting an erection. He had me stay bent over and then squirted some silicone lube in my hole and rubbing some on his cock.

For the next ten minutes he pounded my ass and then his cum oozed into me but instead of pulling out he said he had a morning surprise for me and started peeing up my chute. It seemed me peed longer then he fucked.

"Ah, nothing like a good piss in the morning. Did you like that toilet girl?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I replied like I had too but didn't want to.

"Good," he said, "from now on you can have my piss hard-on every morning?

"Thank You Sir," I answered as he pulled out. Then he smacked me on my ass and sent me to clean the kitchen. I could feel his eyes as I walked away. His piss warm and wet inside me with my knowledge I'd be like this every morning from now on. I would never be the same as the day I went camping.

All I could hear myself say to myself is, "Don't Go Into the Woods."

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Email Reality



I know I'm neither pretty nor young but even though to the eye I'm visible as an older man that's on the outside it doesn't change who I am inside.

The Boeing 737 plane had landed and was just finishing taxing to the gate as I sat wondering, 'was this a good idea?" From my window seat I could see the gangway rolling towards the cabin. It was a beautiful afternoon with the sun shinning. The beauty of the sun on the earth after an earlier thunderstorm always seemed like an omen. In a few moments I would deplane. My mind drifted.

Within the next 10 minutes I would be meeting him and I'd either be on the next plane home or on a new journey. The deal was simple. We'd meet at the airport and if 'first-sight' was a 'no go' we'd just separate. If it appeared 'ok' we'd travel to his house for the next step on this erotic dream reality.

The cabin bell went off. Passengers began to stand. I was in row 13 with a window seat, so I'd be one of the first off the plane.

His name is Don and I have no idea what he looks like. We ended up meeting through emails. Discussing who we are rather then what we looked like. In a little bit I expected what I looked like would result in a pleasant dismissal and a flight home. Look, I'm 5' 9" 50 plus and 170 pounds. Not exactly 'slut' material. However, I have no gray hair. Not balding and hardly hairy. In my 20's I could have easily passed as a girl. I have no idea now except for the one time I put on lipstick and thought my lips didn't look feminine. Having looked at numerous women's lips since then I realize it wasn't my lips but the learned knowledge girls have about applying makeup.

But it's who I am on the inside. Inside I'm 5'6" mid 20's and 120 pounds. The gender doesn't change my inside persona except I have small breasts and a small enough penis to think of it as a clit. I can't explain why I don't envision a real pussy. Now my outside penis is about 5" so it just a bit smaller then average.

"Sir," I heard the woman wearing a "I'm a Girl' t-shirt with her 38DDD's expanding the shirt in confirmation saying it was time for me to get up and to stop daydreaming. I rose apologizing to the other passengers for dawdling (if they only knew what I was thinking about) and entered the aisle.

This is a small airport so I knew I'd be meeting Don in just a few minutes. If we both approved we'd go to his car. There was still another safety catch. We had decided a few things in advance. Dan had bought whatever outfit, lipstick, perfume, shoes and/or whatever he wanted me to dress in. I had paid for the air travel.

If, after we arrived at his home, Don told me to get dressed I would have the choice to do that or call a cab to take me back to the airport. We had agreed since I was paying for the airfare Don would buy what he wanted me to wear but if I decided to leave the cab fare was my problem and that would be about $60 from his place. I had already spent $360 for the round trip flight and another $50 for travel to and from my hometown airport. He knew my measurements. Yes I know in girl size I was definitely a plus but fortunately not a plus/plus.Isn't it funny a Plus size is actually a minus sign. But Don hadn't seemed to care. He seemed more interested with who was inside me and his desires to make my inside and outside persona one when I was with him.

I walked up the ramp into the brightly lit terminal with a nervous lump in my throat and a panic in my groin proceeding towards baggage claim. My blue jeans, yellow sneakers and a white t-shirt made me look ridiculous to the casual observer but quite obvious to someone who knew what to look for. The idea was Don would have first sight of refusal by seeing me and then coming over and telling me to go or follow him depending how he felt. Of course, I had the last right by calling the cab at his place.

Walking through the airport I saw the restroom. Even though I had gone on the plane my eyes stopped to look over the sign above the woman's room. You know the blue stick figure skirt. I watched so many of the women enter after the plane ride and imagined they wouldn't use the one on the airplane unless absolutely necessary. Squatting over a toilet at 30,000 with the plane swaying must not be an easy pee. Don hadn't seemed much interested in my conversation about 'bathroom control' but as I passed the ladies room I wondered how our fantasies would play out if this went all the way. And what if one of my fantasies turned sour? Since I didn't have control what would that mean?

Over the past month we had conversed about my limitations and his desires. But we both had certain limitations and desires. Neither of us was into '****'. I didn't want any other women present if he decided on having guests and there was no way I was going to be photographed or do anything in public. One of his desires was to have me hang from my arms, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Something I had never considered. But an escapade such as this would obviously find areas of agreement and others of exploration so I had agreed. In fact there was much we hadn't discussed about what would happen since this was a journey and not a rulebook. Suffice it to say he was the Dom,

The steps to baggage claim were just ahead. I only had brought a plain black with wheels 'carry-on'. Looking around I hadn't seen anyone with the old luggage with handles. Whatever happened to that stuff? Where did it go?

I was so nervous walking down those steps I watched my feet thinking what if I were wearing heels. Don knew I hadn't done dress up except for when I was much younger. Would he expect me to wear heels? Nor had I ever applied makeup except for lipstick once. What would he expect me to do? He was aware I had never tried to walk in heels and that my legs weren't shaved though they weren't very hairy either. None of that had mattered to Don. It's part of why I was willing to come.

During the past month we had talked about these moments and those to come. If we got to the part of my walking in dressed in whatever he wanted me to wear he would become "Sir" and I'd be "Slut" or any other name he chose.

It was late Friday afternoon and my return ticket was for 1pm Sunday. So the next 48 hours would be interesting whether we went all the way or even if I just went home. The escalator ended and I pulled my bag behind me as I walked to baggage claim and waited at the spot Don had picked out.

What was I doing here? This fluttered through my mind as I trembled inside with the fear of an early British explorer mapping the African jungles hearing unheard sounds from undiscovered *******. And then I heard the word Don had said he would use to identify himself.

"Miss," he whispered into my left ear.

Startled I stepped back and turned to the voice. There he was. He was somewhere around 50 plus with salt and pepper hair. He was taller then me but not much but his voice made him appear stockier. He was wearing jeans and before I could really see more his voice penetrated my consciousness.

"Follow me," he stipulated.

This meant we were taking the next step. If he had said, "Sorry wrong person" then I would have simply walked over to ticketing and seen if I could get a flight home.

I turned to follow him and as we had earlier agreed I walked a few paces behind as if we were strangers, which of course we were. As I pulled my bag along on its wheels I couldn't decide how I felt about him physically. I was more drawn by what I knew about him over our month of emails then the details of the body walking in front of me.

One of his emails mentioned how he likes to have "her nipples and tip of her clitty clamped and chained together with the leash attached to them." What Don meant by the leash attached I could only imagine. Did it mean he would walk her? Would it hurt? Was this going to be me soon?

Don walked through the electronic sliding doors as I followed him into the parking lot and then to his F150. In a few minutes we were driving north along the highway to his house. We didn't talk along the way. That had been his decision in an email. He said we were in this for the experience and talking away before the final step would cloud things.

Now I'm not stupid. I mitigated the risk by getting his home address, his full name, his phone number etc and before I had left I wrote a letter explaining to whoever read it if I didn't get back on Sunday what had happened. The note, which I had mailed to myself a week earlier, sat in a drawer on the hall table near my front door. I was sure it would be found by Tuesday if I didn't return since I had paper clipped it to the check for my cleaning lady. She'd figure it was for her and open it. The letter was very simple. His name, address, email, phone was listed as well as a brief note explaining he was trying to blackmail me and I had gone to meet with him. I figured that would be enough to get things moving if I didn't return.


The F150 rolled away from the city its deep throaty exhaust mesmerizing me as the trees became the scenery with the buildings lessening. It was a small city with a regional airport and before long we had exited the Interstate onto a state road driving through farmland. About half-hour after we had left the airport we turned into the driveway of a quite ordinary ranch house. The house was set back from the road. On the side we had driven by was a large piece of farmland. I couldn't see if there were neighbors on the other side because a dense hedge lined the right of the driveway.

The privacy of the place was just as Don had described it in his email. I got out of the car, we walked up the stoop and Don opened the door. We hadn't really talked during the drive. Oh, Don had said something about the weather but really this wasn't a typical social visit and I had kept quiet. Actually what we had been emailing about doing and now were near carrying out most would think was quite anti-social.

Once inside the house Don told me to go sit in the living room on the wooden chair. He went to the kitchen and I walked into the living room. It was moderately furnished with a sofa, two easy chairs and a flat screen TV on the wall. All in all it was in good shape but it was definitely a single man's decorating touch. A bit away from the center was the chair Don had mentioned, It was a simple bar stool. It didn't go with the furniture but when I looked around I could see on the other side of the foyer what would have been the dining room a round table with several of the same bar stools around it. (You know the kind that are chair height.) I sat down.

I'm not sure how long I sat there perhaps for 10 minutes when Don came out ******** a beer and plinked down in his sofa looking at me.

Again time passed. Part of me wanted to call a cab but the other part wondered what he was thinking. Would he ask me to call a cab? I mean asking me here it should be up to me but listen I'm not very girl looking and he may be changing his mind. But, if he told me to go up and change I was suppose to not only change my outfit but also everything else as best I could. In other words I was to be his submissive slut girl when I came back down.

More time passed as he drank his beer. He sat with his legs spread apart and his other hand reached down to his balls to move his penis but to me it was sexual not simply a matter of releasing his penis. He finished his beer and put the bottle down on the coffee table.

A small smile broke through his lips as his voice floated over that smile saying, "Slut, go upstairs and change."

This was the moment. My 'ah ha' moment as I rose wondering if I should call a cab or not. By the time I was on the third step of the hallway stairs I realized it was not a cab I was calling it was the tramp inside me.

When I got to the top of the stairs I saw an 11x8 piece of paper with the word SLUT and an arrow in red magic marker. I followed it to the end of the hall and opened the door to the room with another piece of paper with just the word SLUT on it.

The room was pink and white and on the bed was a piece of paper. Next to the paper was a matching pair of white panties and bra from some Adam and Eve catalogue. There was also a pair of clip-on gold dangling earrings, white thigh-high stockings, white opened-toe strappy shoes, a spray bottle of "Faith" perfume and a tube of Target "Denver Sheer Blushy Pink lipstick. Seems Don had done his shopping on-line.

Also on the bed was a small gift-wrapped box. It was wrapped in pink paper with a yellow store bought bow and a card with just, "SLUT" in printer script pink.

I picked up the note also computer generated in the same color. It simply said, "Take off all your clothes, take a shower, put on only what is on the bed, You'll notice the panties have a small hole cut out in the front that is where your clit will hang from. Open the box after you've done everything else and do what it says. Then, come back downstairs, Sir."

Twenty minutes later I was opening the box and found a small pink butt plug, a bottle of lube and a note. "Put this in your pussy and come downstairs immediately."

Walking down the stairs with the plug in my ass, my clit hanging out of the hole (which I noticed had been sewn with a pink elastic edging) wearing moderately high heels was both exhilarating and fearful. I thought back to those steps going down to the baggage claim area. I was looking at my feet now but they were girly toes and I was being very careful how I walked.

At the bottom of the steps I could see the table was actually a poker table to my right. It brought back the memory of an email he had sent telling me of another sub who had serviced his friends at a poker party one night. The chips were on the table just as my chips were now as I turned left and went into the living room.

Standing in front of Don in bra, panties, butt plug, stockings and heels smelling very girly waiting made my penis swell poking out of the elasticized hole.

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High School Dilemma


I should have known better. It was such a stupid thing and it didn't even work out. Here I was graduating from High School. I had just turned eighteen and it was the last week of school. How could I have done it? Why did I take the chance? Kelly was probably the prettiest girl in school. Her hair was long and blond. Not much different then mine. Actually we were both about 5' 5" and weighed around 120 pounds. But, Kelly was Joe's girlfriend. At least she had been for the last two years until the school Prom a week ago.

Joe on the other hand was huge. He was nineteen and had been the star defensive end of the school football team. Well over six feet tall and weighing somewhere north of 200 pounds with a mean streak he was someone to avoid at all cost. Stories abounded about how he had beaten the **** out of some kid who had gotten in his way. Or had gotten into a brawl during the weekend. His older brother Sean had been the meanest kid the school had ever known. He had graduated three years ago. Someone had said he was at least twenty when the school sent him on his way. Apparently he had been in a correctional facility since then for a melee at a local bar. Why Kelly went out with Joe was beyond everyone. But as she had said at the prom Joe just wouldn't let her leave.

Anyhow, at the school prom last week we had all had a bit to ***** and was having a great time. Over the years every guy had fantasized about Kelly and at the dance she was the knockout of all time. She wore a beautiful green sequin dress with a matching headband. They accentuated her hazel eyes. Similar to mine except mine were a bit greener. Soft white skin and red lips just beckoned to be kissed. There she was standing by herself near the punch bowl when the ****** convinced me to go over and talk with her. Me with no muscle tone and white skin, the class poet and by luck had avoided being the class wimp by going home right after school had walked over and said, "Hi Kelly." She had had a few *****s also and was very friendly. Before much time had elapsed Kelly and I were back in a school hallway and had started kissing. I still don't know why she had kissed me. It had seemed to unfold so naturally and her lips were warm and tongue sweet to the taste.

But suddenly, there was Joe. He was red and furious. Kelly turned to him and told him to be still and that she was no longer his girlfriend and that she preferred me. I stood dumbfounded and scared but Joe just yelled at Kelly and stared ferociously at me and then left us. I took Kelly home that night and we kissed some more at her house and held hands. The next day at school Kelly avoided me all day and when we finally met up she said I just wasn't her type and asked it we could "just be friends."

Well, I didn't like the outcome, but what could I do. I asked her whether she was going back with Joe. She said "no way. I'm glad this happened. Now I'm rid of him and can have a fun summer and be free at college next year." I looked at Kelly so pretty in her pink sweater and gray skirt and thought to myself at least I had had a moment with her.

That was last week and all through that week Joe would scowl at me every time he saw me. I wasn't much worried since we lived in different sections of town and Joe was so caught up in sports that he had practice everyday for something after school. So I left at the bell and went home. There was only one week to go and then summer. We would never meet again. At least that was what I thought until yesterday afternoon. The last Monday of the last week of High School was yesterday and now things had changed.

I had left school just after bell. Wearing jeans and sneakers I walked the trail through the woods to my home. I had been doing it for as long as I could remember. The woods were about hundred acres of underbrush, trails and huge oak trees that separated the school from the north side of town. It was on the north side that the socio-economically well off lived. Joe and his brother lived south of the school in a project. I had never even been to that part of town. Apparently there were empty dilapidated buildings and trouble. Not a place I would ever travel to.

So, there I was about halfway into the woods when all of sudden I felt someone knock me down and start punching me. He punched my face, my stomach and before long I was crying. When I looked up I saw Joe. He looked down at me and with spit shooting from my mouth he yelled at me for breaking up his relationship with Kelly. I sat up and he yelled at me that I'd better not get up, unless I wanted to really get my "ass kicked in." So I sat there on the ground in the woods as he continued his tirade. I saw him looking at me and then he called me a sissy girl because I was crying. I was about to get up and try not being a sissy when he punched me again. He said that I had a choice. I could be the sissy he knew I was and not show any macho stuff. Then he said if I acted like a sissy, he wouldn't punch me but instead would slap me like he would a girl. Or else, I should get up and he would beat me silly.

I was in such pain and no match for him I just sat there simpering. He laughed a little and then called me Jill. My real name is Bill. He taunted me calling me JILL, JILL, JILL. I sat there thinking I'd rather be thought a sissy than being punched silly. Let him have his moment I thought. School would be out soon. It would all be over. Then he smiled and told me if I didn't do exactly what he said right now he would beat "the **** out of me everyday this week." So I sat there.

"Spread you legs and hold them open and close your eyes. If you move I'll give you a spanking so hard you won't be able to sit in school tomorrow and everyone will know," Joe taunted.

So, I sat with my legs spread apart as he towered over me. "Remember, don't move," he warned. And then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock (I didn't see it, but I sensed it), and before I realized it he was peeing on my jeans right between my legs. Soaking my jeans and underwear and I could feel my balls warm with his pee as he loudly said, " I claim you for my property and thus mark you with my piss as proof forever."

As I started to move away from his pee he leaned over and slapped my face and said, "don't." So, there I was sitting splayed and letting him empty his bladder on balls. I was so humiliated. When he finished he shook his cock and some pee droplets flickered on my nose and eye. He laughed.

Looking down at me as he zipped his fly he continued with the following. "As you punishment for the next week you will get a pair of panties from your sister. They had better be satin. You will wear them everyday this week. If you don't wear them I will spank your ass red. Do you understand?"

In a squeaky voice I answered yes.

He seemed pleased with himself and looked down at the dark pee stained crotch, laughed and then left me there. After I was sure he was gone I got up. He urine smelled so strong. As I ran home ashamed, holding my hand over my pee soaked genitals, the earlier warmth of his pee turned cold. I managed to get home and upstairs to my room without anyone seeing me. But I had to wash his deep yellow urine out of my white jockeys and also my jeans. I could smell that odor all night even when it was gone. So fearful of him was I that I managed to get a pair of white satin panties from my sister Jane. Jane was two years older then me but we were about the same size.

I put the panties on the next morning and went down to breakfast. I was so nervous. I thought everyone could tell. I was thankful that Jane was gone for the next 8 weeks. She was a counselor at a camp in North Carolina and had gone there a week early to set up for all the kids that would come next week. She loved being a counselor at camp but she was also very feminine. During the rest of the year she dressed very hot. When I got the panties from her dresser I was amazed that they were the only white pair. She had all sorts of things like thongs etc.

Mom and Dad were sitting at the breakfast table when I came down. Dad started the talk. "Bill, next weekend Mom and I are going to go on a two week business/ vacation. I just talked you Mom into going. I convinced her you can take care of yourself and will be responsible. We are going to be on a sailing cruise in the Caribbean and will call you when we have a chance in port. Since this is a real outback sort of adventure we don't know when we'll reach you so be sure to change the message on the answer machine each day. That way we will know you're ok."

Mom smiled at me and asked whether I'd be ok. I forgot about wearing the panties and told them to have a great time and that I would be fine. Mom also told me she had called the Mr. Weingold who ran the local grocery store and had advised him that I would be alone and that I could charge what I needed at the grocery store. "Also, Sid (Mr. Weingold) said he would check in on you at some time next week. He's going fishing for a few days and will call or stop by when he gets back," Mom said.

Mr. Weingold was a fat slob I thought to myself. I had never been nice to him, but my parents thought he was a nice man. Dad sometimes mused as to why at 48 he had never married. I knew why. Who would marry a 250-pound fat slob who was unkempt and dirty?

I assured them everything would be fine and went to school.

So, here I was sitting in class with satin panties over my ass and Joe keeping an eye on me. However the day went by without incident until I went to my locker at the end of the day. There was a note inside. I opened it. All it said was I had gotten by the first day and could go home safe. But in order to be safe the next day I would have to wear the panties and shave all the hair off my body. If I left any hair except for a proper little patch I would be beaten tomorrow. There was a cut out of a girl who was shaved except for a patch over her pussy. In deep blue ink written on the top right of the picture with a pointing arrow were the two words, LIKE THIS.

At home that night I thought to myself it was a lot better to do what Joe wanted then to get beaten. Also, he hadn't even bothered me. Perhaps I would get through the week ok. So, I shaved my body that night and made the little patch above my dick. As I did so I wondered how big my dick was compared to Joe's. I hadn't seen his as he peed. I had my eyes closed. Mine was a good four inches when hard and not very thick either. I hadn't seen anyone else's since freshman year. I had finished my required PE that year and had avoided all things that would require group showers. I thought, I bet he's smaller then me. They always say big guys have small dicks. And that made me feel better as I drained the tub and dried off.

The next morning at breakfast my parents told me they would put everything I needed on the refrigerator and in the drawer next to it. They would be leaving Saturday morning early so they could fly to Florida and catch their ship. Dad was really excited about getting away. Again I assured mom everything would be ok and went to school wearing the panties and fully shaved. I wore a long sleeve shirt and kept it buttoned up. Joe looked at me and smiled. But again the day went without incident except when I got to my locker. Again there was note. This time I was to find a pair of my sister's pantyhose and wear them on Wednesday with the panties underneath.

Well, none of this bothered me much since I wasn't getting beaten and no one knew what was happening. It was easy to comply. The next day I sat in class shaved, pantied and panty hosed. The silken panties made me squirm sometimes and I would nearly get hard but nothing I couldn't handle. Another note said for me to take a nice bath with my sister's bath bubble and wear a piece of scotch tape on both my nipples.

I got through Thursday and thought only one day left. School would be out and this would be all over. What I thought was the last note came in with a little box. It said I was to open the box that night and wear everything plus what was in the box for Friday. If I did this, there would be only one last thing and I would get that in my locker when I cleaned in out Friday.

That night at home I opened the small box and saw a butt plug in it. I was shocked. A little note said "PUT IT IN NOW!" I had made it through the week. This was so humiliating but only one more day I thought as I pushed it up my ass and went to bed.

The next morning sitting there at breakfast my parents giving me last minute instructions I felt my cheeks go red. Mom asked if I was sick. I said no and hurried out to school feeling the plug move in my ass as I walked.

I sat in class squirming a bit as Joe looked at me and smiled. At the end of the day I went to my locker and cleared my stuff. There was one more envelope. It said to be opened as soon as I got home. I hurried home figuring that it was over and Joe would simply give me a note laughing about what he had made me done. I rushed upstairs to my room and sat down. I didn't even take the plug out because I wanted to read the note first.

The note said, "Your final act of *********** will occur tomorrow. You've come through the week so don't mess up now. At 10am meet me in the same place we were last week in the woods. Make sure you're wearing a bra and perfume and everything else you wore this week. OR ELSE." I was afraid as I read this but again I thought I could handle one day even if he peed on me again. Then I would be safe at home away from Joe forever.

Saturday morning my Mom opened the door to my room and said, "bye Bill, see you in two weeks. Are you still sick? If you are, call Dr. Jones. The number is on the refrigerator. Also we've left reminders like the changing of the message each day." I told her to have a great time, not to worry and would seem them in two weeks. She left the room. I looked at my clock it was 7 am.

By 9:30 I was sitting in the kitchen with the plug up my ass. Panties and panty hose on and a white cotton bra covering my scotch taped nipples. Twenty minutes later I put the perfume on. Something called "Opium" and went to meet my fate with Joe. I thought as I walked to the woods that in an hour I would be home and this would be over. He would either beat me silly or let me go.

When I got to the site, Joe was there. He said, "hello Jill, everything ok?" I smiled meekly and nodded yes.

"Okay honey, he said, now just take off what's covering everything. Tell me what you're wearing and fashion show it to me. Tell me about the perfume etc and what the whole week was like and we're through. Okay.

I asked him if I had to and he slapped my face hard and demanded, "YES."

As my face stung, I removed my jeans and shirt and stood there in everything telling him about the week. When I was finished he told me to take off the panty hose. As I removed them he told me to make sure that I turned and bent over so he could feel if I was wearing the butt plug and that I should make my voice sound as feminine as possible. Since I had sung soprano in the school choir and my voice had not really gotten deep yet, I was able to comply.

Standing there in the warm early June sun I turned wearing the bra and panties with my skin shaved. He rubbed my ass as felt the plug (I felt my penis stir a bit as he did this. I didn't know why) and grunted an affirmation that it was there and then slapped my ass as I stood and turned facing him again. He asked me what perfume I was wearing and I said in my most feminine voice, "I am wearing the Opium perfume."

"It smells very nice and feminine," he said. "Now show me how you shaved your crotch and explain what you did."

I pulled my panties open and showed him the patch of pubic hair that remained while explaining how I shaved myself. My voice was falsetto and I could hear how I sounded very girlish. As I stood there with my panties held open a cool breeze and my nervous soon found my dick harden a bit more. He smiled and laughed.

He picked up my jeans and shirt and threw them about 10 feet away. "And now for the final thing. So that you never, ever, try to take a girl from me, I want you to unzip my fly and jerk me off into your panties." As I started to protest, he slapped me again and said that he would take my clothes and leave me here if I didn't. He also said I was to talk to him as I jerked him off asking, better yet, he said, "begging him to cum on my little clitty." I was trapped. I was about to say something but he slapped me again. I thought, it would be over soon if I just do this now. At least I don't have to suck him off or anything. I can do this.

As I unzipped his fly he instructed me to hold my panties open and jerk him off with the other hand. Taking his cock out I realized how wrong I was. Soft it was at least 5" long and thick. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Quite a beauty isn't it," he asked?

I held it in my hand ashamed as it began to grow. I wondered how big it would be hard. As if he could hear me think, he said, "eight inches and a handful thick."

Holding his cock and pulling it I realized he was tall enough that his cock actually higher then my navel. Jerking him off he smiled as I told him how "big he was and how I wanted his cum in my panties."

He felt my ass and played with the plug and petted my hair and head, as he grew larger and larger until his manhood was tremendous. He started to grunt and I knew he would cum soon. I looked down just as he shot his precum up and hit my face. The first load of spunk also shot up to my nose and dripped down eventually falling into my panties. I pushed his cock down and jerked the rest of his spunk down into my panties washing my 'clitty' with his cum. Actually it covered my little dick and a puddle formed in the cotton crotch. He moaned a bit more and finished cumming.

I let my panties go and they closed his cum around my balls and he whispered in my ear to finish by licking the head of his cock clean and then thank him with a comment and a curtsy.

Since it was just about over, I did what he said and leaned down and licked the last droplet of cum from his cockhead.

And then I let go, he stepped back a few inches and I curtsied saying, "thank you Joe for letting me have your cum in my panties."

I asked if I was finished and he said yes but one last thing would be perfect. Then he took his hand and rubbed my cum soaked panties against my balls and told me to mix my cum with his so would we "be united as one in this ordeal."

Unbelievably my little cockette hardened and before long I sighed as I shot my load into his load in my panties filling them with a soggy cum mess.

Sighing, I asked, "Can I go now?" (I was still using the feminine voice.)

The next thing I heard was Joe calling out, "Sean time to come out."

Sean came out carrying a video camera. Embarrassed I tried to turn but Joe grabbed my arm and told me to just stand still. Then Sean showed me the entire event. Nothing that Joe had said was filmed. Only his chest and below was shown. But everything I did was very visible and culminated with me shooting in my panties filled with Joe's cum. I started crying.

Joe put his arm around me and softly said, "Stop crying Jill. You know that Kelly dumped me last week. There's no way I could get another girl and the summer is here. So Sean and I thought you'd make the perfect 'Summer Girl' until someone comes around. You see, I like to cum three or four times a day. Kelly use to handle that for me and now you can.

He picked up my clothes and told me to put them on and they would walk me home. I said it was okay I could go home by myself. He slapped me and said, "Do you want a spanking? Just remember to say yes to my questions and act like a good girl and everything will be fine. Otherwise I will publish this flick on the Internet and email it to the whole school and send a copy to your college. So, put on your clothes and we will walk you home. I want to know exactly where you live so I can pick you up when I need you."

So, I put on my jeans and shirt and walked with them. The cum squished inside my panties as I walked and Joe made sure I kept talking (very girly like) about how it felt and how much I liked it and how I looked forward to his three or four loads a day. Sean just laughed as we walked through the woods to my house. They were amazed as they came to my house. We were on six acres of land. You couldn't even see our neighbors. The lot next to ours was empty and the next lot was still under construction. The other side of the house backed up against the woods and wetlands. "Fuck," Sean said, "this is much better then where we live. So this is how the rich live."

When we got to the kitchen door, I was saying goodbye when Sean said he had to, "take a leak." I let him in forgetting about my parents and everything and showed him the bathroom. As I did so, Joe stood in the kitchen waiting. I walked back into the kitchen and saw Joe reading the note on the refrigerator. I turned ashen white as he said, "Alone for two weeks. Hmmmm." Just as I started to protest Sean came back into the kitchen and Joe explained the note to him.

"Take your jeans and shirt off," Joe said.

"Please go," I said forgetting my feminine voice.

"Now you'll get a spanking as well for answering back and not using the right voice. NOW TAKE THEM OFF..NOW!" He slapped me so hard a fell against the refrigerator and landed on the tile floor. The cum oozed as I landed.

"Well," Sean said, "We are just going to be staying here the next two weeks so you'd better get use to it or be dead." His eyes showed the mean fire of intent. There was nothing I could do about it.

"Now get up and take your jeans and shirt off and lie over my ass for a spanking," Joe chimed in.

"You're going to be our live in girlfriend for the next two weeks," Sean laughed.

Crying I got up and removed my jeans and shirt.

"Oh look Sean, Jill has a puddle of cum that has stained her panties," Joe snickered and then slapped his knee for me to lie down for my spanking.

Both my cheeks were stinging hot as I stood there in the cum puddle filled satin panties and bra my soft white skin exposed and the two big brothers enjoying themselves. As I walked over to Joe my hips swayed as I moved with the butt plug and the cum puddle sobbing as I did.

"I like that walk Jill make sure you sway all the time. Make believe your knees are tied closer than your ankles," Sean chided. "Gosh, she sure is pretty Joe. I think this is going to be great."

I stood in front of Joe as he snickered and tapped his knee and then lay down in my bra and panties. "I think we'll just pull the panties down a little in back so you can enjoy the spanking and the cum at the same time," Joe said as he pulled my panties down over my ass but left them on. Then he began to spank me HARD. Over and over again his hand smacked my ass and I cried out and then started sobbing uncontrollably.

When he finished he said, "There you are Sissy, now stand up and thank me. Tell me you're sorry and will do your girlish best to be pleasant to me and my brother."

I got up. My ass was burning from the heat. I knew my goose was cooked. So, in a quivering little girlish voice I thanked Joe for the spanking and promised to be the best little sissy girl he had ever met. I would try to meet all his feminine needs.

"Ok, Jill, that's enough. Now show Sean and I around this mansion." We walked from room to room. Through dining room, living room and then into the game room that had a pool table and a card table when Sean said it would be great to have some friends over to play cards and pool. Joe agreed and said Saturday night was a great night to have friends over and since this was Saturday he would call some friends to come over later.

"That's ok with you Jill, isn't it," Joe said without expecting a reply. I asked it I could talk and Joe said Ok. So, trying to be very feminine and not get another spanking, I said how much trouble I would get in if there was mess or anything was broken. Joe simply replied that I would be in charge of cooking, cleaning and cum. "You know all those little girly things. That will make you a happy sissy. You can do all the housekeeping." Sean interjected that I would also do the wash. But that he expected his shorts to be hand washed and ironed since he was now on the right side of the tracks. Joe loved that idea and told me to do the same thing.

"Now, show us the rest of the house," Joe said as he put his arm around my waist and then lowered his hand to rub my ass as we walked upstairs. I showed him my parents bedroom and my bedroom, the guest room and finally my sister Jane's room. When we entered her room Sean immediately asked, "So this must be your room?"

I looked aghast but before I could say anything Joe demanded I show him all my things. Joe opened one drawer that had lots of sexy colorful panties and bras and asked if they were mine? I meekly replied, "Yes." Another draw had stockings and under them there was an electric vibrator. Sean laughed and wanted to know if I used it at night when I couldn't get some real COCK. He reached out and touched my scotch taped nipples and continued. That was the first time he had touched me and I shivered as I thought about it.

"What's in here," he asked as he opened Jane's large closet. One section had a whole bunch of slutty clothes. "Yes, these will fit you fine," Joe said as he rearranged the closet and told me I should wear what was on the left side unless told otherwise. Then we went into her, or as they said, my bathroom. There was a magazine rack with some girl magazines and Playgirl. Joe looked at it and told me to "be sure only to read such things from now on."

Sean came in carrying a pair of red heeled shoes and told me to put them on and to learn how to walk before tonight. There was a vanity with make-up, curling iron, rollers etc. On the right was a magazine opened to a page that showed how you could easily curl your hair. It was a step-by-step comparison with everything there that was needed. Obviously Jane had intended to try it out. There was a bottle of L'Oreal hair dye that was lighter then my own color. Both Sean and Joe smiled and told me that the first thing I should do when they gave me leave was to do my hair, nails, and face.

Opening the drawer on the left proved filled with packets of glue on nails. There were red nails, pink nails, clear, white and others. "I think pink nails and don't forget your toenails with matching lipstick should be good. Oh, and use these." Sean handed me a box that had a pair of false eyelashes in it.

Joe and Sean said they would look over the rest of the house. Since it was before noon, I was to take the next three hours and get myself looking real good. "Leave the panties on, we'll tell you when to change them and don't sulk. You don't have time and if you aren't ready by 3pm I'll bring my three Doberman's over and let them fuck you till you cry. Now, get ready honey," he said as they walked out of the room and closed the door.

As much as I just wanted to cry or run away I knew that if I left the house would be trashed. The pictures would be published. My parents would disown me. The only thing I could do was what they wanted and hope when my parents got back I could leave and go away for the rest of the summer: the rest of my life. With my panties stuck to my, what did Joe say I should call it. Oh, yes, either my 'sissy stick' or my 'sissy clit.'

They had left the door open and could hear them using the phone. I heard them call the market and place an order to be delivered. Then Sean was taking to some friends. I heard 7pm and my address.

"Are you getting ready Sissy," Joe called up from downstairs? While I followed the instructions and dyed my hair and then curled it, I didn't know that Sean had used the Jeep in the garage and gone home and returned. Putting on the nails and painting my toe nails I though back to just a week ago as I sat on the ground and Joe peed on my crotch. I should have known right then but of course I didn't. As dumb as I thought Joe was, it was obvious that his talent lay in sexual domination.

My panties stuck as the rollers did their thing, I pulled them out and then when I put my hands to my head I could smell his cum. Gosh, he had only cum one time today so far and I didn't know what Sean could do. The only thing I knew was that I was their 'sissy cunt' and would be such for the next two weeks.

Because of the smell of Joe's cum I splashed some more perfume over me. It was nearly 2pm when I removed the curlers and brushed my lightened gold hair. The whole thing had worked. I looked in the mirror and saw a feminine outline to my face. Then I put on the eyelashes, some powder and I had found on the page of the hairdo a bullet telling me to turn to page 32 for make-up tips with this hairdo. Again, Jane had everything I needed and since I had been in school plays and was a fairly good artist, I was able to copy what it said and by 2:30 my face and hair was a feminine as any girl. I stopped and was admiring my work and didn't notice Sean standing there. He smiled when I saw him and said he was pleased that I liked being their girl. I looked ashamed as I heard him. But then he said for me to close my eyes and not move. Before I knew what had happened I felt two punches on my left ear. He told me to be still and then I felt one on my right ear. He said for me to keep my eyes closed for another minute and when I was allowed to open them I could see two gold studs in my left ear and one in my right ear. There was nothing I could do.

"You didn't know I did piercing did you Jill you lucky girl," he said. Joe walked in amazed and walked over to me looking into the mirror from behind. Our eyes met in the mirror. "You're prettier then Kelly," he said. "Now one more thing," he said as he held my shoulders. Sean used something to open my mouth and hold it open. They were so strong I couldn't fight back and again before I knew it my tongue had been pierced and a silver ball with pin and screw on ball had been placed through my tongue.

"Perfect," Sean said. "Usually I get a couple of hundred dollars for this but you can pay me back somehow later. Ok, Jill?"

Joe reminded me as he said for the last time by whispering in my ear and I thanked Sean for taking such good care of me and making me pretty.

"Now don't forget with that pierced tongue," Sean said, "you can drive a guy crazy by rubbing it on his dick or when licking his asshole. A guy knows when a chick is doing her best and our friends who are coming over aren't very nice to chicks that don't do their best. As a matter of fact, Jimmy likes a girl who knows how to lick asshole so make sure you don't fuck up with him or anyone else."

The next thing I knew was Joe had lowered my bra and held me again while Sean pierced my nipples and put bars through them that held a chain that hung down. I was so shocked as I saw myself in the mirror. But before I even had a chance to think about all of this Sean and Joe told me to get up and lean over the bed. I was so submissive at this moment I went to the bed and leaned over right way.

"Good girl," Sean said as he gentle slapped my sore ass cheeks. He rolled down my panties and said to Joe to hold me. Before long he had put a tattoo on my left ass cheek, on my right ass cheek and one above my ass crack. (Later I learned my two cheeks said spank me and the words above my ass crack said, Piss & Cum In Here, with an arrow pointing down.) By 5pm a band of tattoo surrounded my ankle in a geometric pattern that actually repeated the word, "SISSYJILL." Just above my pubic mound was in small block letters--sissy clit.

Also in small letter on the back of my thigh below my panty line was the words in the wings of a butterfly and in color saying, "Pull my panties down." I would learn later what I couldn't read. And finally over my left nipple was the words, "I love(in the form of a heart) to lick ass."

I couldn't believe it. Joe and Sean had put some clothes on the bed and told me to be ready downstairs by 6pm. Joe whispered in my ear just before they left that he still had at least 3 loads of cum for me tonight.

I stood looking in the mirror at my ear studs; titty clamps with chain and then opened my mouth and looked at the silver ball through my tongue. Gosh in less than 7 hours look where I was. I went to the bed and saw what they had put out for me. There was a pink spaghetti strap camisole that no matter how I tried would not cover up that heart. The skirt was a skimpy black silk that didn't even cover my entire panties so that little design with "pull my panties down" was quite visible. A pair of white socks that had a frilly overhang and didn't cover my anklet tattoo. Also, I had never see socks like this because they were cut out so my pink toes showed. A black satin ****** and black open toed shoes with thin straps up my feet with my toes showing. The shoes had heels but weren't as high as what I had been practicing in so I was able to walk in them.

There was Jane's tennis bracelet that I also put on and a pink butterfly clip for my hair. When I looked in the full-length mirror on the closet door I couldn't believe the slut I saw. Anyone sitting down could easily see my panties.

"Are you ready Sissy," Sean called from downstairs. "Come to the game room as soon as you are," he continued. I wasn't ready as a person but I had no choice but to go down. As I entered the game room Sean was filming me walking in. The skirt although not real tight felt like it would tear off if I took big steps so I was very careful as I walked in.

"WOW!" Joe stammered. "You are one fucking great looking cum magnet," Joe continued and then said harshly I should always be polite when a guy gives you a compliment. He raised his hand and I knew it was a signal. So, not to get smacked I turned to Joe and said, "Thank you."

"Ok, I love to get a good blow job right now," Joe said, but Sean said it would mess me up so soon before the guys arrived. Instead, Sean said, "why don't you give her a fresh load in her panties."

So there I was in my house totally different than earlier in the woods but doing the same thing. This time he had me use some Vaseline as I jerked him off. While I was doing this Sean put on some music and Joe's cock got hard as a rock. He wanted me to smell it and lick it a couple of times and then he held my skirt up and pulled my panties out. Sean just watched and Joe kept telling me what a good "little cum slut," I was.

The next thing I knew he was blowing another thick load of cum on my sissy clit and down into a puddle in the cotton crotch, which was filled with dry cum from earlier. As if on cue, as soon as he had finished and I had pulled up my cum filled panties tight against me the doorbell rang.

"Go answer the door Jill," Sean said. As I walked Joe's fresh load of cum slathered against my balls. I got to the door ashamed of my predicament and opened it. There were 3 guys standing there. In my pretty girl voice I said, "Hello, won't you please come in." One guy was nearly six and half feet tall. He was the last to walk in and he walked over to me, put his arms around me and said, "Hi Jill, I'm Jimmy." And before I could do anything he leaned down and started to kiss me on the lips and then pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his massive cock against upper chest. I he was standing erect his cock would be almost mouth high. As he kissed me he played with my ass and then rubbed the front of my panties. The cum oozed around as he did that and he stepped back and with a smile said, "hmmm looks like you get wet easily." Then he saw the little heart over my left breast and said, "Well Jill, I love to have my assed licked so I guess we're going to have a great time together."

So, this was the Jimmy they had talked about earlier. The other two guys had walked in and were talking with Sean. Both seemed pretty fit, perhaps early twenties.

Jimmy told me to get him a beer. As I turned to go to the kitchen Sean called out that I was to curtsy and say, "Yes Sir" when a man was talking to me. I turned back to Jimmy and curtsied saying, "Yes Sir." But, again Sean called out and reminded me that a proper curtsy was with my fingers holding the hem of my skirt and pulling the skirt out a bit. So again I curtsied and said "Yes Sir."

Just then Joe chimed in and told me that since I wasn't a 'proper' girl that I should do a different type of curtsy. This he said would entail holding the hem of my skirt a little towards the front and when I curtsied I would pull the skirt up showing my panties and I wasn't to rise back up until the man gave me permission by either tapping me on the head or a verbal acknowledgement.

So again I curtsied but this time I held the front of my black silk skirt showing my cum soaked white satin crotch. My pink spaghetti strap camisole hung in such a way I knew Jimmy could see the chain going from one nipple to the other.

"Hey honey your pussy is really wet," he said as he grinned. And since I couldn't rise until he said so I found myself teetering on the red high-heeled shoes. Nothing seemed to match except for the sluttiness.

Finally Jimmy said I could get up and get him that beer. While I walked to the kitchen passing one of the other guys (I found out later his name was Paul) he stopped me and told me to raise the back of my skirt so he could see my tattoo better.

It was at this point that I finally found out what was written. Out loud Paul read the words pull my Panties down.

"Great tattoo Sissy Jill," he said. (Obviously he could read my ankle tattoo as well). Then he proceeded to pull them down as I held my skirt up. First he read out loud the words "piss and cum in here," with the arrow pointing to my hole and with enjoyment said he would be "glad to later." Then he pulled them down some more and read the two words, one on each ass cheek, saying, "Spank me."

"Absolutely," he replied, "but just a little later." He began to pull my panties back up when he said to his friend, "Larry do you think I should keep her panties rolled down in the back so we don't forget what she wants?"

Larry replied with a quick "Yeah, sure Paul that's a great idea."

And then Paul rolled my panties down over my ass and left them in front with the puddle of cum against my "peni-clit" or "puny-clit" I'm not sure what he said.

"Get me a beer also Jill," Paul said. So I turned and curtsied with my bare ass against the black satin skirt and my white cum filled panties in the front waiting for him to give me permission to get up. He took his index finger and put it under my chin and suggested I should smell his crotch before I got up. My nose touched the fabric of his trousers at the base of his balls. "Sniff it boy-cunt," he demanded. When he wasn't satisfied with my nasal inhalation he grabbed my hair and pulled it and then I sniffed hard and long. I could smell masculine sweat, stale urine and a bit of a hidden musky odor.

"Ok, now you can get up and get me that beer. I just wanted you to get use to the smell of the perfume that should turn you on. When you smell this you can't be far from good spunk." Paul pulled my hair and I knew to get up. My curtsy finished I walked to the kitchen my bare ass being rubbed by the black silk skirt as my four-inch heels made my ass sway back and forth.

"She'll do nicely," Jimmy said to Joe as I turned into the kitchen. I started to cry as I got the beers. Four beers and four glasses I counted as I put them on the tray and started out to the living room holding the tray.

"No, No you twit," Sean yelled when he saw me. "You are waitressing us so carry the tray in one hand as they do at a bar." It was so difficult I thought I'd drop everything on the beige living room carpet but by taking smaller steps and going slower I was able to continue on. "Very sexy walk, I like it," Joe said.

For the next hour or so I just kept going from the kitchen to living room serving them as they watched a football game. Each time I served or picked up empties I had to bend over (the only way I was allowed), which made my skirt slide up over my ass revealing the writing on my ass.

The half came and I was serving Larry when he started to rub my ass saying, "Cunt, do you know how to fuck a cock?" I heard him ask Joe if it would be ok for, "the cunt to fuck the jism out of him?"

Joe said, "sure" and the next thing I knew I was walking with Larry holding my hand to my bedroom. As we walked Larry kept sliding his hand under my skirt and rubbing his finger in my crack. By the time we reached the stairs his index finger was pushed up my hole. He told me to grind on his finger since I was going to "fuck the jism out of him" and should show him how much I wanted it.

Walking up the stairs was so precarious. Once I teetered a bit and slid down on his finger to his knuckle. He said, "good girl." We got to my sister's room and he complimented me on the pink and girly decorations. As he closed the door he said I was going to fuck him and he began to take his belt off. Holding the belt he continued that he would use it if I didn't smile and fuck him good. He turned on the radio next to bed and told me to dance a little and then come and feel his balls and when he was hard enough I was to fuck him. If I was "lucky he would both cum and piss in me." He got up on the bed with his pants removed and only his jockey's on and his shirt. The belt was by his side curled up like a snake.

Nervously I began to dance and turn, bending over and showing him my ass as he rubbed his crotch. I looked at him and he said, "cunt just look at the prize, my cock is full with a feminine present." He was very hairy as I continued to dance. After about five minutes he removed his shorts and told me to climb up and "suck him and fuck him."

I climbed up on the bed between his legs my eyes watery from the *********** I felt. His hairy legs rubbing my soft hairless skin as my face rubbed in his balls. He was very musky smelling as I started to suck him.

"Good little cunt," he cajoled as he stroked my hair. My red lips sliding up and down on his shaft as his cock began to harden. He wasn't very long. At most 6 inches but his cock was as thick as a late summer cucumber. The corners of my mouth ached as I bobbed up and down as his cock hardened.

"Okay cunt now is the time for you to ride the rocket," he said with a smirk. I began to remove my panties but he slapped my face and said, "whore just leave your panties the way they are and fuck me." So with my panties rolled down in the back and cum filled in the front I held his cock and guided it into my (he made me say) 'pussy'.

Slowly at first his cock head began to push into me. I felt like I was being fucked. I felt like a cunt as his cock slid up my hole filling me with pressure and heat. He put his hands on my hips and said, "ride cunt." I was bouncing up and down on his cock my own 'clitty-cock' jiggling in Joe's cum puddle. Before long he started to breathe heavier and moaned, "fuck it out of me cunt. AHHHHHHHHH" and then exploded load after load of white-hot jism up my bowels, deep inside me.

He held my hips after he shot. His face was flush as he held me on his cock. "Just one more thing I need to do cunt and if you are the girl I think you are you're going to love it. He rolled me over with my face in the pillow. About a minute later, his cock softened but was still thick, he began to pee a torrent of urine up inside me. He rubbed my belly and told me this would be the first of many times he would "fill-her up."

"Now cunt when you get up don't spill a drop because if you spill any by accident, without permission, then your ass will be as red as your lips. Do you understand?" I nodded I understood. "Now when we walk back in the room I want you to look girlishly satisfied and have your fingers on my crotch. Everyone had better thing you are one happy little cunt. Oh, and fix your makeup before we go down. You need more lipstick."

I got up and felt his full load of hot piss and cum in me as I started to get off the bed. "Hey cunt, tongue wash my cock clean," Larry commanded as he slapped my ass. So I turned and saw his messy cock and moments later I had given him a tongue bath with my pierced tongue and now my mouth tasted like a sitcom and piss sauce.

"Ok now get some lipstick on and we can go downstairs," Larry said

A tear fell from the corner of my eye as I applied the lipstick and tidied myself up. I turned toward Larry and he said, "Smile." So, I smiled and we walked out of the bedroom. I had to keep my ass cheeks squeezed as we descended the stairs. I could even feel myself slosh a bit inside. Larry stopped me on the stairs and then he pulled my skirt up in the back so he could see my ass. "Just to be sure you don't spill any," he said with a satirical tone. So we began down the last half of the staircase. Larry put his hand on my ass rubbing my cheeks and telling me how proud I must feel to be carrying his load. And then he had me put my hand on his crotch as we entered the living room. As we walked into the room I wiggled a bit to hold in Larry's pee and cum cocktail.

Larry said he liked that and I should get him another beer.

The game was back in progress so the other guys were sitting around the TV but I noticed Joey smile as he looked at my hand on Larry's crotch. As I walked to the kitchen Joey turned to me and asked if "Larry was a good fuck." I said "yes" and then politely asked permission to go 'potty'.

"Larry," Joey called out, "did you take a leak in Jill?"

"Sure did Joey and I told her she'd get a spanking if any of my piss or cum leaks out."

"Well Jill, Larry wants you to keep it in until he says so, so get me a beer also," Joey said.

During the next half- hour I waddled along carrying beers to the boys feeling Larry's wetness inside with every step I took. I held it in. Then while I was serving Joey another beer he started to rub my ass and said with a cynical leer that he 'need to use the toilet.' With that he took my hand and we started walking out of the room when I heard Jimmy and Sean said they had to 'piss' also.

"You lucky cunt," Joey said as he turned and made me walk to the sofa. He had me bend over the arm of the sofa with my pee filled ass exposed to them. I heard his zipper as my face was in one of the pillows. Next he grabbed my hair and I felt his cock push into my ass.

"Larry's piss is so warm, I can feel it around my cock. I'm getting so hard. Jill is going to be so lucky because now I have to cum first. And with that he began fucking me while pulling my hair. Before long I heard him sigh and then start grunting, "here it comes cunt." And with that I knew he had shot his load.

After a few moments, with his cock still hard I felt his pee torrent into me. He continued to sigh, "AHHHHH" as he peed.

Then Jimmy with his massive cock did the same. I was so full my tummy pushed hard against the sofa's arm. When Sean started to fuck me he told the boys I was too full and Joey gave him something. He said when "a dike is full, plug it." And then he laughed while I cried. Just before Sean came he pulled out and stuck something in my ass. Later I realized it was a butt plug. He shot his load in my ass crack and told me to pull up my panties and follow him.

Walking with Sean was an ordeal I was so filled with cum and pee and the butt plug pushed even harder on my bladder. I didn't know where we were going until we got to the kitchen.

"Where are the glasses," Sean asked?

I pointed to the cabinet. Sean walked over and found one of those big beer glasses. You know the kind they give you at a brewery. This one had "Budweiser," etched into the glass

Sean said, "Perfect, " as he took the glass and instructed me to get four more beers from the fridge for the guys. Then he walked out of the kitchen with the glass leaving me to my misery.

I opened the refrigerator door and saw what remained of the beer Jimmy had brought over. It was on the lower shelf and I had to bend down to get it. I didn't dare deep knee bend so instead I bent at the waist and felt my skirt ride up and the plug trying to push out of me. Walking back to the living room with the tray of beers I felt the pee inside me sloshing around. I worried about an accident and also felt emotionally like crying. Joe's cum was drying against my balls and tiny penis.

I heard Joe on the phone in the living room saying, "Sure, come on over. The more the merrier. We have a great little cunt bitch here for fun and games."

So quickly had I sunk into depravity? I didn't even hear Sean when he called me over. He was standing there with his flaccid cock hanging out through his zipper.

"Come over here Jill," he beckoned me with the glass in one hand.

As I waddled over wondering what the other guys were thinking when they looked at me Sean lowered the glass and dangled his penis into the glass. Sean started peeing a good steady stream and the glass turned from clear to dark yellow with foam forming at the top of his piss. In horror I watched knowing what would come next. My throat was dry but not from thirst.

When I got over to where Sean was he was almost through peeing. The glass was full with piss and suds to the brim. Paul commented how it looked like dark ale. Sean handed me the glass saying, "This Bud's for you," and then commenting how since the toilet was full there should still be room in the urinal.

My long fake pink nails wrapped around the warm glass and my stomach gurgled.

"This is the finest filtered lager Jill. We ***** the beer and then we piss it out for you, our little slut sissy girl. So smell the brew and then ***** it down," Sean mockingly said.

The pungent odor stung my nostrils as I inhaled.

Sean put his hand on my tummy saying, "There's plenty of room in here girl."

I brought the glass to my quivering lips taking a little sip but Sean told me to take a gulp. The acrid taste coupled with what it was going in my mouth made me nearly puke. My tongue piercing clanged on the glass

"***** it all down right now," Sean said, "or I'll put a **** floater in there."

Scared, frightened and terrified I drank. Sean's piss was washing down over my tonsils and drowning my throat as I was coaxed to chug-a-lug. Down, down, down burning a pungent path into my stomach. I felt bloated. My stomach began to tighten against the waist of the little black skirt I was wearing.

Even though earlier I so wanted to empty my bowels I wasn't allowed to but for the next half hour or so they didn't bother me either. Sean's piss was working its way through my system into my bladder, which pressed against by the other pee inside me. Inside their, "toilet." Who knew how perverted these guys were? I can't imagine what they plan.

That's when the doorbell rang and Joe told me to, "Waddle over there and see who's at the door Jill?"

I was sobbing as I walked to the door. The little bars through my nipples ached under the pink spaghetti strap camisole. And I had to look down so as to not fall down in the black open toe heels I wore. My pink toenails and pink fingernails visible. Inside I hoped the tattoos were done in washable ink. At least Sean had said they were something that would wear off in a week or two. And as soon as this was over I'd remove the tongue bar and the nipple piercings. The pierced ears I could either remove or simply wear them since guys did that now. My urge to pee was growing dire.

With my hair blond and curled coupled with my diminutive size I felt like a girl as my hand turned the knob of the door. Talk about shock and awe. I opened the door and their standing on the stoop was an old fat guy and a midget. The fat guy was carrying two cases of beer and the midget had a bag.

The fat guy said, "You're the little sissy girl my nephews told me about right?"

I tried to stammer "yes," but words wouldn't come out.

As they walked inside Joe called out, "Is that you Unc?"

"Yeah, it's me and Tiny," his uncle replied.

Tiny put his hand on my thigh and I started to back away.

"Joe, I thought this sissy girl was trained. She just backed away from Tiny's touch," his uncle called out, as the three of us were so close to each other in the small vestibule Joe's uncle's belly grazed against mine.

Joe screamed out, "Bitch you let Tiny do whatever he wants and anyone else or you will find these past hours to be a walk in the park."

Tiny reached back under my skirt. I was frozen in place. Uncle pushed his belly past pushing me a bit into the wall as he walked into the living room.

Tiny's hand came around touching my butt plug that caused me to moan from the urgency to need to pee. He directed me to walk into the living room as he handled the plug. I was mortified.

"Hey Joe why does the sissy have her pussy plugged," Tiny asked?

Almost at the same time Unc was picking up my piss glass from the coffee table.

Joe said to Tiny, "Ask her Tiny."

"So sissy why did you plug your pussy," Tiny asked me?

He had let go of my thigh and was now right in front of me. I was hesitating answering out of extreme embarrassment when Jimmy walked up to me.

Pulling my hair so my ear was pressed against his lips Jimmy whispered in my ear saying, "If you don't answer every question asked truthfully and in a sissy voice I'll **** down your throat and sissify your larynx into **********. Now answer the man."

I tried to answer but my throat caught all the words and what came out was barely audible.

Whack!

Jimmy slapped my ass hard whispering, "Start your answers with 'Sir'."

I felt the pee sloshing inside me as my ass stung from Jimmy's hard hand slap across my ass. I wondered if Jimmy could feel it? What did the other guys think? Who am I?

"Sir, my ass,"

Whack!

"You don't have an ass anymore pussy girl," Jimmy snarled in my ear.

"Sir," I said to Tiny feeling the roots of my blond curled hair being pulled taut by Jimmy holding my head to his mouth. It felt like a thousand bee stings, "My pussy is plugged because the men fucked me and filled me with their cum and pee until I was full."

"So your pussy is full with man piss," Tiny asked?

Jimmy whispered in my ear what I should say and also reminding me at each step that my voice should be a submissive sissy tone.

"Yes Sir," I answered with a sissy sound from my mouth.

Continuing as Jimmy instructed I said, "My pussy is also a toilet. My toilet pussy can only hold plenty of cum but only three man loads of piss so until I learn to hold it without leaking I need to wear a pussy plug for training. Someday I'll proudly carry three man loads without a plug."

My heart was sinking as the thought of many times being filled with pee would be a reality for the next two weeks.

It was right about then Unc held my glass up and asked, "Whose glass is this?"

Jimmy was still instructing me what to say.

"Oh,"

WHACK!

"Sir," I answered in my new sissy lilt voice, "it's my piss *****ing glass."

"So you like to ***** piss too," Unc asked?

WHACK!

"Yes Sir, man pee is tasty beer to a sissy," through my tears I answered.

With more prodding from Jimmy I continued, "But I can only hold two full glasses of pee in my girlie tummy at this time."

"I'll bet you have a magic marker somewhere around here," Unc said and then he instructed me to go get it.

Jimmy let go of my hair and slapped my ass one more time. More of a slap you'd give a girl when she was sent to go get something so it wasn't very hard just a light sting but it was humiliating.

I started to waddle off to get the marker when I heard Larry say, "She walks real sexy. Do you think it's the piss or the plug?"

Sean answered, "Well it's probably both right now but I'll bet when she outgrows the plug and has a good filling she'll have a great sexy sway."

I was crying inside. Scared of doing what they wanted but more scared of Jimmy's threat of ****ting down my throat I walked to the kitchen to find the marker.

Inside I knew I had now traveled to far down this road to escape and it was only the first day.

In the kitchen I found the marker. Leave it to my Mom to have bought a magic marker in 'hot pink'. Carrying it back I knew someone would make a wise crack about it.

Paul didn't talk as much as the others so I was a bit surprised when I was walking back to hear his voice directed at me.

"The best way for you to walk girl is to put one foot in front of the other like a runway model but not so pronounced. That will help you both from a feminine perspective and also if you squeeze your vagina tight you'll be able to hold our cum and piss without leaking."

I handed Unc the magic marker.

He handed it back to me with the glass saying, "Now print this neatly on your glass."

PISS IN HERE

JILL

I knew the consequences but I was also in too deep. I handed the glass back to Unc with the words as neatly printed in hot pink.

"Joe, I think our little sissy girl should be clearing the empties and properly serving us," Unc said.

"Great idea Unc," Joe replied and then he turned to me saying, "Jill while you aren't being used you should be serving and cleaning up. Sweep the floor, clear and wipe the table. But stay busy."

This was my own house but now I was the maid as well as their slut. My panties were stuck to my balls. Joe's cum had completely dried. I hadn't even thought about the loads of piss and cum still deep in my ass. The plug was becoming second nature. But my need to pee was also becoming more urgent but still I wasn't given permission to use the bathroom.

I cleared the empty bottles, wiped the table and brought the guys beers. Tiny had brought a handle of Wild Turkey in the brown bag. The guys were getting ******* and I was having all sorts of feelings. The chain linking my nipple bars had just the right movement and weight to remind me of my nipples nearly all the time. I wondered if that's how a girl felt.

When I came back into the living room I noticed my glass on the table filled with dark urine. I cringed inside.

Unc noticed my face and then said, "Go ahead girl ***** up."

I didn't want any '**** floater' or whatever else Jimmy had in mind so I picked up the glass. Again I could feel how warm it was. I knew I was supposed to sniff it so I did and it was even more pungent as the glass before.

Unc asked Joe where I had learned that to which Joe replied, "Oh that's just something she likes to do. She wants to become a 'piss connoisseur'. Several of the guys guffawed over that comment. Tiny mentioned I should keep a journal of the smell and taste of piss.

As I tilted the glass back and I could see some of the magenta print, "Piss in Here, Jill." I was ashamed as the men watched me but the most embarrassing moment came as I was *****ing the glass of pee when Tiny quizzically asked, "Is your pussy leaking sissy?"

Unbeknown to me since I was so distracted by everything else my bladder had started uncontrollably leaking pee out of me.

"I asked you sissy are you leaking," Tiny asked more stridently.

Jimmy glared at me.

"Yes Sir," I quickly answered in a voice strange to me but now the only one I was allowed.

Although I couldn't see it I was now aware of the pee dripping through my cum filled panties and puddling on the floor. Once it started I couldn't stop it. I just peed. The flow became more constant. A steady stream

"Keep *****ing sissy," Sean said.

So the warm piss washed down my throat as I peed. I wanted to vomit but instead I simply dry heaved into the glass of piss making it so much worst.

Fortunately I wasn't on the carpet when I lost control of my bladder but instead standing on the wooden floor.

"Well Sissy you are definitely a girl. Girls often have accidents so get use to it. It's something to do with the length of your urethra to your bladder. Don't you wish you had a penis?" Sean taunted me.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"Yes Sir what Jill," Sean taunted.

"Yes Sir I wish I had a penis," I answered.

That's when Sean began telling Unc and Tiny how I really didn't have a penis but instead a slightly enlarged clit.

"Girl we have to see that," Unc said. Then he continued with, "go get some towels to soak up your accident first."

Now I'm sure some of you are wondering why I didn't just run away by now but remember this *********** had begun a week ago and it just seemed to progress beyond my brain thinking of any alternative other then Jimmy's.

I found some brown towels in the linen closet and brought them back.

"Just drop them on your pussy juice," Tiny said.

A few minutes later I was standing there on the edge of one of the towels with my panties to my knees holding my skirt up as Unc and Tiny examined my clit."

"Wow that's small," Tiny said, "and you say it doesn't get much bigger then a pinkie when it's erect?"

"Yep that's right isn't it girl," Joe said.

By now I knew I need to answer quickly and more then just a yes so I said, "Yes Sir my clitty is just a nub."

I had read that some girls call theirs a nub. I wasn't sure of the complete meaning but it met with approval. And at this point I was beginning to try to win approval since I thought it would mean an easier circumstance. However the next moment proved otherwise.

"Hmmm...those towels are perfect," Sean commented. "Kneel down on them and stick your pussy up in the air Jill."

I didn't think I had hesitated but Joe slapped my face almost as hard as the first time a week ago when he said, "don't" when he was peeing on my crotch.

I knelt down.

"On your elbows, face in the towels," Joe said.

My naked ass was high in the air and my face was in the pee soaked towels. Pee from two men and a sissy.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Two hard slaps across my bare ass got my attention.

"We are going to remove the 'toilet plug' girl," Joe said. For a nineteen year old man he was quite sexually deviant. "Don't let the toilet overflow no matter what," he said mockingly.

I felt the plug slowly open my hole as the fat end started to be pulled out. I felt like I was going to explode.

"Remember, squeeze those vaginal muscles as your pussy plug comes out," Joe laughed.

PLOP! it was out and I was squeezing my sphincter or as Joe said 'vaginal' muscles closed when suddenly someone started slapping my ass. Harder and harder they slapped. I started crying and then I couldn't hold my hole closed anymore and all the pee and cum just shot out of me.

"Stop that girl," Joe said.

I tried but I couldn't I cried and cried and felt relieved. Finally I had stopped flowing pee and cum.

"You've been a good girl," Joe said, "go clean up this mess. Wash everything. Take a nice hot bubble bath and when you come out we'll see what you should wear for tonight.

I picked up the heavy towels and sulked away. Shortly after the washer was churning the towels through detergent and I was naked in a warm bubble bath. As told I left the door open to my sister's room and her bathroom door. I was not allowed to close doors. I could hear the deep male voices downstairs. Though I couldn't hear what they were saying I wondered if it was about me.

A bubble bath is one of the truly feminine moments one can have privately. I luxuriated in the hot water cleansing all my earlier sins. When I lifted my leg out of the bubbles I noticed how very feminine the curves on my calves were. I had never paid attention to that before. But with my blond hair now gone from my legs it seemed as if a woman had attached herself to me. Lathering the soap in my hands I rubbed my leg and the smoothness was distracting.

I don't know how long I bathed but it seemed like forever. When I washed my ass I thought back to what was earlier inside there. For a moment it felt like I was rubbing my pussy. That's what they had said it was. And now I had two weeks to be what? A pussy? A TV? A TG? I wasn't sure anymore only that there were a number of men downstairs who got hard playing with me and liked to cum in and on me. In one brief moment I felt there was power in making a man cum.

Distracted I hadn't noticed Joe standing in the doorway watching me.

"I see you are beginning to enjoy this," he said.

When I turned I found I instinctively slid deeper into the bubbles.

"Anyhow, when you are done you will find a pair of panties and heels on the chair by the bed. That's all you need to wear tonight. Make sure to make yourself extra pretty and don't forget what you've already learned," Joe said.

Then he left. It was almost a dream except I was in my sister's tub and I knew the past day, the past week, was real.

I got up and drained the tub while drying myself. There was a full-length mirror where I looked at myself. Except for my tiny cock, now just a large clit, I really looked like the girl next door. Also it seemed as if the tattoos were already fading. I wondered if it was my imagination or that Sean had told the truth.

Looking in the mirror I saw the small writing on my left breast saying, "I love to lick ass" and the chain connecting the two nipple bars. Sticking my tongue out the tongue bar looked so gay. I couldn't read the ankle writing but it was easy to read "Sissy Clit" just above the base of my penis.

Getting the hand mirror I focused on my back. The little butterfly with the words written in a half moon above said, "Pull My Panties Down." Not far below and just above my ass crack were the words, "Piss & Cum" on the horizontal with "IN HERE" below with a stub arrow finishing just in my ass crack. Lower down on my left cheek in large script it said, "Spank" and on my right cheek, "Me."

Well my reddened ass simply verified the words.

I held me ass open to see if I had any damage. There was none. It looked normal.

In the bedroom I found the white satin panties. The front was shiny satin and the inside crotch was cotton. I wondered why as I held them up. Turning them around I could see the backside was very sheer. See through actually. Sliding them up my legs it felt sexy. My clitty (I needed to focus on that if I didn't want to get in trouble) hardened a bit and that made my cheeks flush.

Back to the bathroom and the small vanity I went, I sat down and looked at the 10x mirror on its stand. A touch of a button and a ring of soft light shined on my face. Gosh it seemed weird how big my pores were. I had sat here earlier but this time was different. I'm not sure exactly why but it was something along the lines of, 'been there done that."

The chain pulled my nipples just a bit each time I moved. I thought of Joe's words, "make yourself extra pretty," as I started to put foundation on watching myself change to even more girly. The hardest part was the eyeliner pencil. The second hardest was getting the lipstick right.

Fortunately my sister had some index cards with what to do. She was always impeccable in how she looked and I guess this helped her get ready. I hadn't used the mascara before or the funny thing to curl your lashes. But I figured I'd better do everything really well or else Sean and Jimmy would do something worse to me. Finishing up with the lip-gloss I stared in the mirror. It was a transformation. When I finished brushing my curls there was no way some the neck up someone would think I was a boy.

Perfumed and in heels, pink toenails and fingernails, all dolled up I walked out of the room and headed downstairs. If was night and I could hear the men laughing and talking. The TV had some sort of game on but as I came downstairs a couple of the men turned from the TV and whistled. I had arrived for their pleasure tonight.

There in the room was Joe, Sean, Larry, Paul, Jimmy, Tiny and Unc, oh and of course me.

"Hey Jill clean up this place and get us some more beer," Sean said.

Just the word 'beer' made my bowels growl.

Now my house isn't one of those immaculate places but still the empty bottles in the living room was a bit of a mess. At least they had me stay on top of it so I didn't mind cleaning up and bringing them beers. Turned out they were watching a baseball game. Was only the second inning but they were engrossed and they didn't bother me when I brought them their beers. The refrigerator had whittled down their stash and it was nearly nine pm so I figured they'd be going home soon or at least when the game was over. Besides the beer I only had some celery and carrots in the fridge. I hadn't gone shopping yet. I was hungry and figured I'd ask if I could eat something.

"Sir," I said to no one in particular, "I'm hungry may I get something to eat from the fridge?"

Sean answered, "What do you have in there? We're getting hungry too."

"Sir, there are only carrots and celery," I replied.

"Haha, real girl food. Go ahead and help yourself," Sean said.

As I went to the kitchen I heard Sean ask the other guys something about Pizza. When I was in the kitchen eating celery and carrots Joe's voice echoed in. Joe has a deep penetrating voice. I thought I heard him ordering a Pizza. This meant they'd be here for a while.

I had finished eating my celery and carrots when the doorbell rang.

"Sissy go answer the door," Sean commanded

My stomach churned again thinking it was the Pizza delivery guy. Someone who came to our house regularly and here I was in just white panties and heels. The bell rang again.

"Hurry up Sissy it's our Pizzas," Sean called out.

I knew I'd better do it. I had done so much already what choice did I have. I walked to the door with one foot in front of the other knowing my ass was swaying for the men to see. But at less I was empty and no plug inside.

Opening the door I gasped for air. It was some guy holding three boxes of pizza.

"Hey Jill take these," he said handing me the pizza boxes

I carried them in with the smell of pizza wafting through the house wondering how he knew my name. And almost as soon as I had put them down in the kitchen the guy at the door was in the kitchen too with two 24-can packs of Budweiser.

"So Jill you're the sissy cunt my nephew was talking about," he asked?

Without hesitation I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Put these in the fridge," he said pointing to the beer.

While I was putting the beer away I heard Joe talking to him. "Jim, you rock."

As soon as I was through I went back into the living room.

"Spin around girl. Let's see what you've got," Jim said.

There were hoots from the guys as I spun around and when I was finished Joe pointed to a spot where all the men could see me and told me to dance like I was a stripper till I was told to stop. Now I was a pretty good dancer so it wasn't too hard for me to mimic stripper dancing. While I was dancing Jim opened a paper bag and I saw some papers and a bag of weed fall onto the table.

"Give us some crotch action, Show us how you want dick in your pussy. Tease us," Joe instructed as Jim began rolling a joint.

It was then I remembered what I was here for as I spread my legs and pushed my hands between my thighs pushing them out and dancing like a whore stripper. Jim lit up the joint and brought it over to me. Jim was about 5'10" medium build with long brown hair in a ponytail. He had me take a hit.

"This should make tonight go better for you, " he said.

A couple of hits and I was stoned. The third hit instead of me puffing on the joint Jim leaned into me kissing my pink lips pushing his tongue into my mouth and when it opened exhaling into my mouth. I was stoned. A man had kissed me and it went from repugnant to interesting in just a few seconds.

Jim stayed with me as the other guys started lighting up joints, ******** beer and hooting about Jim kissing me.

Looking into Jim's grey eyes and pretty face I was lost until he said, "You're going to fuck the **** out of me tonight girl."

It brought back the comment of Sean's about a '**** floater' and Jimmy's '**** down your throat.' All the talk of **** just made me cringe inside and act more girlie outside.

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his balls and penis.

"Bet you'd love to suck this cock and have a hot rod in your pussy. Right?"

Didn't take much but that word **** to get me to answer in my sissy voice, "Yes Sir I'd love to suck you cock and feel it cum in my pussy."

Jim pulled gently on the chain and my nipple pulled out a bit.

"So you like my cock right now. Right Sissy?" he inquired.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"Then unzip my fly," he said.

My fingers gripped his zipper. The metal purred as I unzipped him.

"Reach in and find the man your lips were made for," Jim said.

As I fished his cock out of his pants Jim put a hand on my head pushing my blond curls sending a signal to my knees and I folded to the floor. When I saw his cock I was amazed how it had a small mushroom head.

"Lick it."

I did but as my tongue surrounded his mushroom head the thought of anything like this being in my ass, I mean pussy, was frightening.

Jim played with my ears saying, "Nice earrings Jill. Now make love to my cock. Close your eyes and suck me off because you want my cum. Oh, and don't pretend because I know the difference between a girl who loves cock and a faker."

Well I was pretty stoned so I closed my eyes and started to suck his cock. I thought about a Popsicle but his dick wasn't cold. I thought about a bratwurst (it was thicker then a frankfurter) but no one sucks a bratwurst. And then something happened. I felt his cock throb. It was a completely different feeling. It was alive and in my mouth. My mind wandered for a moment in a trippy sort of way but when his fingers ran through my hair the reality came back. I was sucking a man's cock. I had done this already earlier today, several times. But unlike earlier this was gentler. I didn't mind it. Was I becoming a girl?

His cock grew larger in my mouth and I was expecting him to cum but instead he pulled up with his hands stopping me. When his cock came out of my mouth he held the joint to my lips. I inhaled.

His voice fell from above with the words, "You are going to stand up, dance sexy for my cock and slowly remove your panties. Then you'll use some lube and fuck my cock. I want you to learn how much your pussy desires cock. All cock. Every action from you will be a demur bitch in heat. That's all you will think about tonight."

He raised me up slowly saying, "you will play with your pussy when you fuck me and have a good clitoral orgasm at the same time my sperm is swimming up inside you."

Someone had put on Suzanne Vega "As Girls Go,"

I took another hit and started dancing. My maleness was fading away as I wooed the boys with my moves. But most I was teasing Jim. Grinding into him. Rubbing his cock with my panties. Where the music had come from I don't know but if you heard the lyrics."You make a real good girl as girls go. Still kind of look like a guy I never wondered why. What happened to you to make you more girl then girls are."

"Go ahead girl. Wiggle that ass. Jill if you are going to make it through the next two weeks as a girl you need to use your girl brain. You know how girls wiggle their butts and then use their thumbs to pull their panties down don't you," Jim said as I danced.

When you're in the deep end of the pool you can only swim so I answered, "Yes Sir," and continued dancing.

"You're in store for plenty of cock over these two weeks Jill. All of us have friends whom you'll meet and fuck," Jim continued.

Another hit on the joint and I was so high my mind twirled as I spun like a girl and wiggled my ass bending over like I had seen girls do in porn flicks.

Whack!

It wasn't too hard a whack but it did sting.

"Girls like you enjoy having their ass spanked a bit. Right?" Jim snickered.

I didn't know if it was a rhetorical question or not but I didn't want to take a chance so I squeaked out a "Yes Sir."

The other guys were remarking Jim on his training methods. I bent over again wiggling my ass as instructed.

Whack!

It was the other cheek. I don't think it's what Jesus had in mind.

"A little slap here and there should make your ass tingle and your pussy wet for dick Sissy. Right?" Jim asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

This went on for another 10 minutes while Jim would either slap my ass or feel my ass. I couldn't figure out why girls liked to be spanked. For me the *********** didn't feel very sexy. However being stoned I was really feeling girlie as I danced and even more when I was bent over lowering my panties. I guess even Jim noticed because fondled my ass and I felt his cock touch my ass.

I lowered my panties a bit more and felt Jim's finger go to my crack. I wanted to pull away but at the same time Jim said for me to do the opposite. A moment later he had me palming my 'clit.' The odd part about all this, and perhaps because I was stoned, was my little penis started to get hard. I thought it was from the satin panties but in between my stoned thoughts I realized the panties had a cotton crotch so it couldn't be that.

Jim's fingered rubbed down further and as I rubbed I lowered my panties more still rubbing either on Jim's finger or cock. He was using both and also giving me hits every now and then. I couldn't remember how many. It was like all the time but of course it wasn't. Also Jim was treating me differently. He was rubbing my neck, lightly pinching my ears, stroking through my hair. All the things a guy would do with a girl. His hand touched my thigh once and it was electric. I also could feel his size versus mine. I was drifting into being a girl for him. It was so much better then earlier in the day.

And I was most surprised when he leaned down and said for me to keep wiggling because he was going to get some lube since I might be a bit dry. The kindness made me want to be more feminine.

I knew my ass was facing the other guys but they had another baseball game on. It was a night game. Pizza and beer aroma filled the air. I was still a bit hungry. Jim returned and had me only pull my panties down enough to "expose my pussy" for him. I felt this cool lubricant and his finger rubbing my ass.

"This is 'Glide' Jim said in whisper leaning over to my ear. "All girls get dry so I've brought a bottle as a gift for you."

A 'gift' for me. Thoughtful.

Then I felt his finger enter my, oh well stoned and Jim, my pussy. He began to fingerbang me and slowly added another finger and another stretching me until finally his cockhead touches my hole.

"Now girl fuck me," Jim said.

Well he didn't have to say anymore. I slid my ass back gently feeling him entering me. He gave me another hit and his cock went deeper.

"Like a good ponygirl Jill you will ride my cock and when I feel you need to ride a bit faster I'll spank your ass," Jim said as his dick finally reached so far in I thought he was in my tummy.

So here I was riding a cock like a girl. Fucking him. And every now and then when I slowed down he'd spank my ass and I'd speed up.

"Good little sissy," he'd coax me.

"Rub your pussy on my cock," he'd state.

The whole time he didn't move. He just was standing there while I did the work. I was fucking him. I wanted his jism he'd say to me. And then just as he was about to cum he cracked something and put it under my nose telling me to inhale. My heart started racing. I wasn't sure of anything other then Jim's cock deep inside me and the warm wetness his cock was oozing into me. Oh and me pushing hard back onto his balls as he came.

But something else happened at the same time. My hand had been rubbing my nub during the whole process. I didn't even realize it until I felt wetness in my palm. Amazed and sort of to myself but I was so stoned I said it out loud, "I came."

"Good girl," Jim said.

His cock still in me he grabbed my hips and held me tight to his cock whispering again in my ear as his dick began to soften, "Now I understand you're the type of girl who enjoys her hole filled with piss. Is that true?"

Shamefully I answered, "Yes Sir."

And just as I was finishing the word he began to pee in me. It was a warm full flow mixing with his sperm. Jim gave me a final toke as he peed in me. I was so relaxed I his flow felt like it was going to some deep dark region in me. He peed and peed more then any of the guys earlier. I didn't have a plug.

Jim's final whispers in my ear were, "You are a good girl Sissy. Now when I pull out I want you to pull up your panties and walk over to the other men. Proudly tell them how much you enjoy my cum and piss. Ask Joe when you are given permission to empty yourself you would like to go in your glass since you want to ***** it down. Don't forget to animate 'proudly' when you go over to the men. Jiggle. Wiggle.

He pulled back out a bit. He mushroom head still in me and then he peed a bit more.

"Squeeze tight now honey and hold it all in. Don't leak any."

As his cock head pulled out I was squeezing down both ashamed and sated. I pulled up my panties sticky with my cum now washing against my balls. I had never had a better orgasm in my life. I could tell from the amount of sperm in my panties it had been my biggest load ever. It coated my clit too.

And so the next part of the evening began as I walked the short distance over to the men who had been watching.

"I told you she was a she-slut," Joe snarked.

Larry saw my eyes looking at his tented khakis. "Yes girl, I have a load in my balls for you," Larry said. I'm not the lover Jim is. I like it rough and degrading and I think you like it anyway you can get it. Am I right?"

My heart sank as I remembered there were eight men in the room, nine cocks, and how many sexual permutations impossible to discern.

"Yes Sir," I answered in my stoned sissy voice.

Now my sissy voice was definitely an octave higher then anyone here but at the same time it didn't have the tone of a real girl. The only similarity was ending the last syllable on an up note.

"Well why don't you start answering with more then just a "yes sir." Instead repeat a bit of what is asked of you," Larry said. "Go on."

I tried to think what he meant. My head was swimming from the pot and poppers but I struggled out in sissy, "Mister Larry, I like it anyway I can get it, Sir" The 'Sir' at the end of the sentence just slipped out having heard a girl in my class once talk to a teacher that way.

"That's a great idea Larry," Sean said. Joe agreed and then they all did. I had a new directive. Answering with Mister whomever and ending on Sir with some thoughts in between.

"So tell us about sex with Jim," Tiny asked? "And elaborate."

What could I say, "Mister Tiny, Mister Jim taught me girls like me enjoy being spanked while fucking a cock. Mister Jim also taught me sissy nubs could get excited. Mister Jim (I figured I'd better not use he) taught me how to love a cock in my pussy Sir."

"Hey Jimmy, when you wife left you a few months ago didn't she leave her wardrobe?" Unc asked.

"She sure did and I think pussy girl here is about the same size as she was. She had tiny tits too. Double AA. I think sissy here maybe bigger up there," Jim said.

"How about we go over their guys? There's more room and bit more secluded. Plus we won't have to worry about any neighbors' accidently showing up. Isn't that a great idea Sissy?"

More then a little worried I started to say "Yes Sir" when someone slapped my ass.

"Mister Unc, I,"

Whack!

"You are not an I," Paul said. "You are a 'sissy girl."

Besides the fear of the floater nine fairly mean looking guys surrounded me. Outnumbered and outgunned I replied, "Mist Unc, sissy girl would love to go to Mister Jimmy's house, Sir."

"Then it's settled," a chorus echoed.

I wasn't even asked to clean up just to make sure everything was back in order. So I checked all the rooms. Put the towels in the dryer and met them back in the living room. They had cleaned up everything.

"Sissy girl wiggle your sexy butt out to Jim's car. He has it all warmed up," Joe said.

So in high heels, white panties, pink nails, tit bars and chains, lot of tattoos and earrings I headed out to Jim's car. The men followed. There were three carloads of men as we left my home. I was sitting in the back seat middle between Joe and Sean with Jim driving. Unc and Tiny were in another car and the rest of the guys in a big SUV.

As we started to drive away Joe turned to me, "Look what I brought," he said showing me the glass. "Didn't want our girl forgetting her Jim cocktail. It was then I remembered the cocktail that was gurgling up inside me.

As the car bounced around on old shocks I felt Jim's deposits swirl inside me. I actually had a weed induced thought of whether it would look like a smoothie when it came out. I know, how disgusting of me to think that. but Jim's kind way of having sex with me made the thought of ******** it less then horrible and then my mind tried to make it into something acceptable.

Thinking back to barely a week ago when I kissed Kelly, Joe's girlfriend. We were eye to eye. Me 5'5" and Kelly 5'5". I may have even weighed less then her. I had overheard her once in the hallway saying she weighted 120 and girls don't make up stories about weighting more then the do. Instead it's the opposite. I was more like 117 but I wanted to be bigger so I told everyone 120 when they asked. I wanted to be taller too so I tried to say I was 5" 6" but I was barely 5'5".

I hadn't ever had sex with a girl. Actually only one girl had ever seen my penis and she had laughed so hard I ran out embarrassed. My penis was the size of my little finger. At least it wasn't the smallest penis in the world. I had once checked and the smallest penis was 5/8" mine was a good 1 3/8 inches when erect. I guess when it wasn't it was probably 5/8" or less. It was embarrassing only to me since the incident with that girl until earlier today when Joe and Sean laughed.

Now I'm sitting between Joe who is 200 lbs of muscle with plenty of dark body hair and scraggly black hair on his head and his brother Sean who isn't much smaller who sported red body hair, a freckled face and a marine boot camp red hairstyle I wondered about their lineage. Trying not to think of the circumstances I'm in I imagined they had an Irish ****** and different *******. I even wondered, since Sean was the youngest, did their Mom take a trip to Italy, get pregnant, come home and birth Joe finally settling down with a nice Irish lad in her neighborhood?

Of course all I'm wearing are my sister's white panties stained with my cum drying against my 'nub' and her open toed high heels. My pink nails contrast the femininity of my smooth, hairless white skin. The blond curls on my head make feel girly after the way Jim pulled his masculine fingers through them as I fucked him. Though I can't see my curl hair right now I do know how they look. Other then that my body is girly smooth moisturized by various creams including man-cream. But it's the tit bars and chain that hang between them that make me a slut bitch. And the thought of all those disgusting tattoos horrify me.

I take the ride as an opportunity to raise my hand hoping this way I can ask a question.

Sean puts his hand on my thigh and says, "I like that sissy girl. You should raise your hand whenever you want to talk. We may or may not ignore you. But this time what is your question?"

"Mister Sean, will these tattoos come off Sir?"

"Well Jill if you are a good girl they will fade over the week. They should be gone in ten days but if you aren't then we'll just have to make them permanent."

"Mister Sean I promise I'll be a good girl Sir."

"Jill, a good girl will do as she is told," Sean finishes.

In my mind I realize there isn't really any choice and I'll know in ten days if Sean is telling the truth. Also they did seem a little lighter earlier. Or was that just my imagination. We enter a highway and I wonder where Jimmy's house is. And I also wonder what Unc is going to want from me. He's so big and fat and not my type. MY TYPE. What am I thinking?

Sean's hand moves up my thigh and I can't believe my clitty starts to have feelings. I hope it doesn't show. I try to concentrate on something else. Look at the signs I say to myself. When I look up I see we are about to exit the highway. The highway exit sign says Pearl Rd. This is where trailer parks and shanties are located. It's about 20 miles from my house and I've never been here since everyone in my neighborhood knows it's the rough and dangerous part of the city.

We are now driving on dark streets and Sean is still fingering my thigh near my crotch when we stop. I see the stop sign through the front window. There's a street to the left. The only illumination seems to come from our headlights. I can see decaying old brick buildings and some trash littering the streets. On Joe's side there appears to be one of those alleys where you pick up the trash behind buildings.

Sean looks at Joe and as if they had spoken to each other Joe looks at me and says, "Sissy would you like to be allowed to empty yourself without ******** it and no more piss tonight?"

I can't believe what I just heard. I'm ecstatic as I reply, "Yes Mister Joe Sir. Yes."

"Well Sissy this is what you'll have to do. Down the alley there lives an old bum who has been there for years. You have to go up to him and convince him to let you give him a blowjob. Then you must get him to cum in your mouth. Either during or after he cums in your mouth you can pee out what's in your pussy and come back here. Show us his cum in your mouth and finally swallow it."

My mind is considering the exchange. Not sure which is worse but not having any more pee in me is the better idea.

"This offer ends in five seconds," Joe said.

Within two seconds I mumble out the words, "Yes."

I don't get reprimanded for not saying it the right way and Joe opens the door. Joe makes me climb over him and my eyes lock on the glass he's holding in his hand. No way I'm not coming back with a mouthful of cum, I think. Fortunately it's a warm late spring night. Cautiously I look around.

"Hurry up girl," Jimmy says, "we don't have all night."

I strike out down the alley and you know what I'm wearing. What I must look like! My heels click on the concrete. It's very dark. I can't see anyone and I begin to wonder if this is just another humiliating joke.

"Mister," I call out weakly not sure if I want him to be here or not. Not even sure I want him to hear me. My voice is a bit squeaky. I'm getting use to being in this sissy octave range.

I hear some rumbling by the garbage near me and then a hand comes out and grabs my ankle. Scared I nearly pee myself.

"Whatcha want girl?" comes from a gravely bass voice as the papers move away and lying there slowly getting up is an old black man.

"Mister would you like a blowjob," I blurt out.

Now his eyes have adjusted, better then mine.

"You no girl are yu?" he says obviously looking at my flat chest.

"No Sir."

"Are u one of those kin-kee puss-boys?"

"Yes Sir."

"An u wan to wrap your lips on my banger?"

"Yes Sir"

Well it didn't take long for him to agree. Next to him he lights one of those small electric camping lights. He maneuvers himself with his back against the dumpster and pulled me by the leg reaching up and grabbing my wrist and pulling me down.

"I got full nuts," he said as I went down.

Instead of having me kneel on the cement he had pulled out an old rag and placed it for my knees but as I came down near him I could smell the *******.

"U make a cute puss-boy," he says, the dim light illuminating my face. "Give here Mr. Sam a kiss fore yu git sum my hon-eee."

He pulls me close by my cheeks to his lips and the dim light shows how big they are just before his lips ******* mine. I am shocked as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and licks my tongue washing his taste all over my mouth. His saliva drools into my mouth and then he pulls back pushing my head down between his wide spread legs. Taking one hand off my head he unzips his fly and his dick pops out. No underwear.

"Now git yourself some nut-juice puss-boy," he coughs out.

As horrible as this sounds part of me felt if anyone deserved a blowjob Mr. Sam did. So I got to work thinking I was probably doing a good deed. I tried to breathe as much as I could through my mouth but often I had to inhale the stench around me. His cock wasn't too big and since I couldn't really see it I tried to imagine it was one of those Tootsie-Roll pops. Also he didn't hold me but instead leaned back and would say things like, 'nice lips puss-boy," none of which were said meanly. I'm not sure how long I was sucking his dick when I felt his legs extend a little bit and he seemed to lean back harder against the dumpster. With just a moan he began pumping my mouth full of his jism. And here's another thing. His jism didn't taste bad. It washed over the foul saliva from his earlier kiss coating my tongue. Mr. Sam's load was bigger then any I had had earlier. My mouth was full. I had accomplished my task. No pee for the rest of night.

"Show me puss-boy," as Mr. Sam's hands lifted my head up. "Open dat puss."

He held my face as I opened my mouth. It was full of his man juice.

"Good puss-boy," he said. "Now swallow my nut-juice."

Swallow! I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to go back to the car with an empty mouth but Mr. Sam did something that made me swallow his nut-juice into my belly. With one hand he held my mouth closed and the other he pinched my nostrils till I swallowed it all. Then he let go of me.

"You come back puss-boy, anytime," Mr. Sam said as I got up.

I walked back to the car with a hobo's nut-juice in my belly instead of in my mouth with my high heels clicking away in the dead of the night. The car headlights glowed ahead like a lantern to hell. I wondered how could I feel sorry for a bum and then even like the taste of his cum. I wanted to cry. Even the thought of crying was humiliating but the tears came and flowed down on my cheeks as I reached the car.

"Why are you crying," Joe asked as he opened the door and looked up at me.

"Mister Joe, the hobo did cum in my mouth but he made me swallow it," I answered.

"Is that why you are crying," Joe mocked.

"Mister Joe, that and also how humiliated I feel."

I climbed into the car sitting between Sean and Joe. I had been so upset I had forgotten about letting Jim's cum and piss cocktail out. They asked me to tell them about my 'adventure' as they called it. I told them everything about how he called me 'puss-boy', about 'nut-juice," etc. as Jim continued driving. There were comments about how bad I smelled and laughter about the rag on the ground for my knees.

"Well you were a pretty good girl Sissy," Joe said, "but you really didn't accomplish your task. We'll have to see later what a proper response will be. BTW, did you get to let your pussy pee?"

Stunned, I had forgotten all about that when the shock of having to swallow wiped my mind clear. Jim's piss and cum were still deep inside me. I guess because I carried three loads for such a long time Jim's hadn't made the necessary demand on my system.

"Mister Joe I did not get to pee. I forgot Sir," I answered.

Not a word was spoken as we drove on through the dark streets. Although the main street was called Pearl the district was known as the black pearl. Not because of rarity but because of the darkness of life here.

I smelled some pot wafting back from the front seat and a few moments later Joe was holding the joint to my lips. I inhaled and the high kicked in again. I flashed back to my house when I fucked Jim's cock. How he came in my pussy and my own orgasm. As repulsed as I was it was equally exciting. More exciting then any sexual experience I had ever had.

We pulled into a driveway. I was thankful it wasn't a trailer home. However with the old rusty car on the front lawn I wasn't expecting much.

"We're home," Jimmy said.

There were no other cars in the driveway as we walked from our car to the back porch. The back porch had two, sorely in need of repair, steps with an old zinc coated dented garbage can next to them. The porch itself was very small with one of those funny little dormers over the door. You know they look like a tiny roof with shingles. A small café table and one chair used the space not needed by the door opening and to walk down the steps. The white painted metal door was dented. I could only imagine the quarrel that must have taken place here. How dangerous was Jimmy. I had gone along with this since I didn't want to be hurt and had continued out of both embarrassment coupled with all the men who could have simply raped me. But I hadn't thought of how violent things might have been. Now I did. I cowered even more as we walked in and I saw a couple of holes punched into the sheetrock. I decided fulfilling their demands would be the best course of action and if the tattoos didn't fade away in 10 days I would run away and never go home.

Walking through the house I noticed how nice this home must have been at one time but certainly hadn't had a woman's touch in awhile. Although the kitchen was fairly clean empty bottles and a few plates stuck with food sat on the counter. The cabinets were made of cheap pine. They were pre Home Depot probably the original cabinets in a 1960 tract home.

Some of the walls had blank areas where pictures must have hung at one time. Before I saw more of the downstairs Jimmy took the lead and said for me to follow him to my quarters. As we walked upstairs he told me he had moved all his ex's stuff out of his room into what had once been his ********* room. He said his ******** had died when her School bus had skidded over the side of the road, flipped over and over and crashed killing several including Sarah in the worst fatal School bus accident in the State. It had been the blow that ended his marriage. He was a bit melancholy about it as he talked and I actually felt sorry for him.

The room was decorated for a seven-year-old girl except a few things were different. There were some boxes marked Alana, his wife's name and the closet had Alana's clothes hanging. One box was marked lingerie and another blouses. There was only one small chest of drawers and a multi-tier of empty shelves. A vanity sat between the two windows. The wallpaper was Disney Little Mermaid, ******** Beauty, Cinderella and the single bed had been painted pink with pink and white striped sheets.

When we went downstairs again I was in for a big surprise. There was just Joe, Sean, Jim and Jimmy. Sean called me over.

"Sissy we have decided the following as your punishment and what you will do. For your punishment each of us will give you ten whacks on your ass and as you know there's no screaming here either. Then if you haven't leaked your precious cargo you may go upstairs and go to bed exactly the way you are dressed now. Finally if you wake up tomorrow morning and you haven't had an accident you may use the toilet. Then shower and find something appropriate to wear. You'll make breakfast for Jimmy and have it ready for him by 7:30am. Instructions for your day will follow."

I was going to be free of this nightmare for the night. Then I remembered school had ended on a Thursday so tomorrow was Friday that meant these guys probably had to work but worse it also meant the weekend was around the corner.

"Do you think you can handle that Jill," Sean asked?

Almost in girlie glee with a little up and down movement clapping my hands as if I was now a trained seal I answered, "Yes I can Mister Sean. Yes I can Sir."

I took my spanking fairly well. I was crying through the last half but I didn't scream and I didn't leak. Finally sent to my room with my sore ass full of piss and cum I lay down on the bed squeezing my sphincter and fell asleep crying.

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was five am. I was lying on top of the pink and white duvet. This was not a dream. My white panties were stuck to my tiny penis. And after all the cock I had yesterday there was no doubt my penis was small. So small calling it a nub was more accurate. The chain dangled with a slight metallic sound as the links collided with one another. My nipples were sore from both the bars that Sean had inserted and the pulling by the chain. I wanted to go back to ***** but I also gurgled inside with Jim's piss and cum. I had to get up and when I rose the urge was so great I rushed to the bathroom.

As I pulled my panties down they were stuck to my nub and I didn't feel I could take any longer fiddling with them so there I was sitting on the toilet with my panties barely off my ass and still connected in front while I emptied the guy toilet I had become. The first spurt rushed out but the rest took awhile since it was probably far up inside me. I don't know how long I sat there but it felt like an eternity. The smell was awful so when I was finished I closed my eyes, pinched my nose and flushed it all away. Then I sprayed perfume.

When I went to the sink to wash my hands there was a note and a small black bag.

"Jill, inside the bag is another type of bag for taking an enema. Before you take your girly bath (and don't forget to make sure you are smooth everyday) fill the bag with warm water and one ounce of the soap you'll find in a bottle in the bag too. Don't let the enema out of you until you are all finished bathing and you are dressed with makeup ready to go. Also I've laid out what you will wear today on the chair by the bed. See you at 7:30."

I opened the bag and there was enema bag and instructions on how to use it. The nozzle had just a hole in the center. I filled it with warm water and measured an ounce of the soap liquid and as instructed shook it up first. The marking on the bag said ONE QUART.

Then pulling my panties finally off and turning on the tub (there were bath crystals so I poured them into the tub) I inserted the nozzle into my rectum and let the soapy warm water flow into my bowels. Actually I was happy doing this since it felt I was sanitizing after holding Jim's piss and cum all night. Then I climbed into the tub and soaked. The soapy enema didn't seem as easy to hold as the pee and cum but I managed. I looked at the tattoo just above my little landing strip and my nub. In the tub the pubes showing did look so girl-girl. But at least the tattoo had faded a bit. Sean wasn't lying.

I was happy I had awakened early since it meant I could lounge a bit in the tub and think. How could I get out of the next two weeks? They didn't have pictures. I'd run away after Jimmy left for work. Where would I go?

When I finished bathing I felt so wonderfully clean. My mind was swirling with escape thoughts but I figured I'd better wait till later and started applying eyeliner after I dried my hair. I was amazed the curls hadn't come out and I still looked more girl then boy. Even as I did my eyes I saw my pink fingernails and when I looked down to my pink toenails my whole body in my vision looked feminine. Maybe I should have been a girl. I thought? But then changed that thought to how terrible it must be if girls had to do what I did.

I went out to the chair to find what I was to wear because I realized I had better not put too much makeup on if I was going to have to pull something over my head. There on the chair were black lacy bra, panty, garter, stockings, short black sheer ruffled skirt, white shirt, red corset and a pair of red heels. Also a Post-It note saying, "You can take your chain off and you can pick your own jewelry.

By 7am I was all ready so I went and sat on the toilet letting all the soapy water out. Several times over the hour and a half I had almost had an accident but I had managed. I was getting better at holding. Joe had been right about that. Looking in the mirror before I went downstairs I saw my little titties and tit bars hidden by the bra and covered by the blouse. Having the chain off was a good thing. The skirt was really short and when I looked in the mirror I looked like a 'blond fuck-me doll." My heels clicked on the wood floor as I tried to walk downstairs quietly. Finally I realized if I walked on the soles (balls of my feet) that would be quieter but I was too late.

"Sissy," I heard Jimmy call out. "Make me two eggs over easy, don't break them also Whole Wheat toast, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. I'll be down shortly."

"Yes Mister Jimmy, I'll have it ready Sir," I replied in my little singsong voice.

"Good Girl," his muffled voice coarsely replied.

Into the kitchen I went and struggled with getting everything ready in the half hour I had. I must have destroyed six eggs to get two sunny side-up with unbroken yolks. The rest was pretty easy and I had it all done and on the table when Jimmy strolled in. I didn't want anything to go wrong since escape was the plan. I even curtseyed when he sat down and then I poured his coffee and curtseyed again as I started to walk away.

"Get that pad and pen Sissy," Jimmy said pointing to the counter top.

As I got the pad and pen I thought how sometimes they called me Jill and other times Sissy. I also realized I was answering to them as if they were my names.

"This is very good Sissy but you forgot my napkin," Jimmy said as he took a forkful of egg and a bite of toast, "but first sit down and take the pen and write down everything you can remember about yesterday. Write it in the first person Jim said for me to tell you."

While Jimmy ate his breakfast I wrote down the events of yesterday. Writing about the bum was the hardest part even harder then about Jim peeing and cumming in me. I was almost finished when Joe and Sean came into the kitchen.

"My you are one pretty girl Jill," Joe said.

And oddly I blushed a bit with the complement and thanked Joe properly. When I was through I had to read some of it and they all nodded approval.

"Now sign it," Joe said.

I signed it Sissy.

"Now sign 'I Loved Last Night,' and your real name," Joe said with a glare in his eyes.

Sean was standing right behind me. There was no choice but to sign it. Now they did have something on me but it got worse.

Joe pulled a box out of the bag he had by his side saying, "My Uncle says this is for you Sissy so come over here and bend over."

Sean grabbed my wrist and walked me over to Joe.

"You smell so nice Sissy. I bought that perfume for my wife but she never wore it," Jimmy said.

Bent over with Sean holding my wrists Joe lifted my little black skirt and pulled my panties down.

"This is such a fuckable hole," Joe said as he put his lubed finger into my asshole.

"Now Sissy you will love this," he said as he showed me this black butt plug. It was longer then the other one. Joe turned it and showed me there was a little hole in the head the size of large straw and larger hole the size of a nickel in the back. Then he slowly pushed it up my asshole until my sphincter locked onto the thinner part. I'm sure you know what butt plugs look like.

Then Joe showed me a test-tube clear plastic vial filled with white creamy liquid inside. I didn't have to guess what that was. He pushed that up the hole in the plug and it clicked into place.

"Now this isn't like any other plug. It's a prototype Uncle made. You see it has two major additional features. First there is a GPS. If you take it out the signal will let us know because of temperature difference and while you wear it we know where you are. Second, the tube I inserted is filled with man juice to fill your pussy. After you went to bed last night we filled a few tubes. We can send a signal that will release a dose into your pussy."

I couldn't believe it. I had written that letter and now I was GPS locatable but then Sean said, "So don't even think of running away," as if they had read my mind.

"You see Sissy Jill there are a few remotes we can vibrate this and or make it shoot some cum into your pussy hole. Aren't you a lucky girl," Sean snickered.

I was in such disbelief I didn't answer. I mean now I had a tracking device inserted into me and it could do even more humiliating things to me and of course the letter, which Sean was folding up, and putting in his pocket was an admission of culpability. I was under some new type of house arrest.

"So you forgot to thank us for this gift Sissy and here's another gift for a girl like you. During the day you'll clean the house and have everything ready for when we come back. There will be deliveries all day. Whomever comes to the door you must answer it showing off your body in a manner any slut would use and asking any man who rings with 'Mister would you like a blowjob? I'd love to swallow your cum Sir.'

This was more deviant then I've ever imagined.

"And you won't know who is a spy for us and who is just a delivery man," Joe said.

Jimmy just sat there ******** his coffee smirking.

"Make sure you are all girl all day Sissy even when you pee. And yes you have permission to do that," Sean said.

I was still bent over with my skirt up when Joe suddenly whacked my ass.

"You need a good spanking this morning Sissy don't you?" Joe grinningly said, 'because you didn't answer me and because you were thinking about skipping out on us. Right?"

Regardless of my shock I knew my punishment would be worse if I didn't speak up so I demurely said, "Yes Mr. Joe I need a good spanking Sir."

"Touch your toes Sissy and don't standup or move away during a spanking. If anything, give me more ass to hit," Joe said.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Joe spanked away as I tried to steady myself. When he seemed to be finished Jimmy told him how I had forgotten to place a napkin for him. So about ten more WHACKS and I was crying. But during this part of my spanking someone had turned the vibrator on and it wormed in my ass pulsing while I was spanked. I can't even explain the feeling as my prostate zinged my nub.

Sean remarked that my little "nub had hardened so I must have enjoyed it and asked me if I did."

"Yes Mister Sean," I said through my tears, "I liked my spanking and the dildo in my pussy Sir,"

"Well guys we must be off. Sissy can take care of things here," Jimmy said

And with that they left me alone.

Just a few minutes after they left I felt the vibration in my hole again. I guess it's just a hole now since they use it for both a pussy and an asshole and I've been told many times to remember I have both a pussy and an asshole now. The vibrations though changed and tingled though me. I couldn't even help it as my nub stiffened again. I wanted to rub myself but I didn't want to get into any more trouble so I sort of started dry humping the air and the vibrator also got warmer inside me. It felt like it was fucking me and then I felt the gooey cum shoot into me. I didn't know how much but it felt like a lot. The vibrations stopped. I started crying. I was forgetting who I was and now only this degradation existed and I hadn't even had an orgasm.

I was almost done cleaning up the kitchen; Jimmy's wife had certainly kept it tidy and clean. The white cabinets were spotless and everything had a place so I knew I'd better do a good job. I wiped the counters and the handles on the cabinets like I had seen my sister and ****** do. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I almost had a heart attack. I couldn't believe it. Who was it? Had they had meant it for me to go do what they said?

The doorbell rang again, "Ding-Dong." I scampered to the door my heels clicking. I knew I looked like a girl. Even the bra had been padded. If no one saw or touched me in one place they'd never know. Also all the tattoos were at least covered. I took a deep breath and began opening the door on the third ring.

"Delivery for Mr. Jimmy Temple," the deliveryman said, "can I put this box down somewhere?

I wasn't even thinking. I just stepped aside and let him in like I would anyone delivering a heavy box. Looking at him he wasn't unattractive. He was in good shape. Remembering how I was to pose I put one hand on my hip and bent my knee a bit twisting a little to the side like I had seen girls do in photo shoots. I was mortified by I wasn't so worried about asking him the question since I felt he'd probably think I was too much of a skank to take the offer. But I was terrified to think, "What if he did?" He put the box down and all six feet of him turned around to me and asked, "Is this where you'd like me to leave it ma'am?"

The words just fell out of my mouth. I had hoped they hadn't enough power to reach his ears but instead would fall harmlessly to the floor. "Mister would you like a blowjob? I'd love to swallow your cum Sir?" I asked in my singsong voice with my brain in shock.

As his eyes glared over my body looking to see if I was attractive enough to give him a blowjob I felt most like a slut housewife. But also I didn't want to be rejected. I had had enough *********** so I looked up at him with my sea green eyes almost pleading with him to want me. I wondered if I looked like to him.

"Would you repeat what you said Miss," the mystery deliveryman asked?

And the more I looked at him the less I thought he was really a deliveryman. He was in his late 20's. His clothes were a cut above. An Orvis shirt, khaki pants and even shoes not sneakers. Yes he must be a spy.

"Mister would you like a blowjob. I'd love to swallow your cum?"

He smiled and his lips were saying 'yes.' But he also seemed in a bit of a shock. Maybe he was just the deliveryman.

"Now I wouldn't want to deprive a pretty little blond girl like you from getting a load of sperm. So of course I'd enjoy a blowjob sweetie," he said.

His arm circled around me and he pulled me tight to him so I could feel his limp cock against my belly. Then as his cock slightly hardened his hand slipped down under my skirt and felt my ass cheek. I was worried he'd find my nub.

"You know I won't kiss a dirty cocksucker whore," he said up close to my face and then his fingers found my crack and reached the base of the plug. I shuddered when he asked," What's this little girl?"

Quickly my mind came up with the reply, "Mister Jimmy likes me to have both my ass and pussy plugged when he's away but he has said I should suck many cocks to improve my technique, Sir. "

"I see sweetie. What does Jimmy call you?"

"Mister Jimmy calls me 'Jill, Sir." I replied.

By now his erection was hard and against my belly. He was grinding me and fingering the plug a bit when he asked," Does you Master spank you too?"

"Yes he does Sir," I almost pleaded as if to say, "May I suck your cock now instead of being spanked."

Almost miraculously he put his hand on my shoulder and signaled for me to get on my knees.

It's so submissive to be on your knees in front of a zipper with a cock dangling out waiting for your red lips to surround it. But as I said before it is also amazing to have something as alive in your mouth and feel it change size, hardness and of course throb in your warm wet mouth and finally spurt man juice. Instinctively I licked his pee hole when he was finished and swallowed it all down. In 24 hours I had become a cocksucker.

"Good girl Jill," deliveryman said.

His hand zippered his trousers as if I was just an inanimate object and with a quick pat to my head he walked away in silence, out the front door, leaving me there on my knees. The door clicked shut and I sat back on my heels thinking of what had just happened. My stockings, my legs, my skirt, I looked down and the taste of the deliveryman sperm still on my tongue I wondered about the rabbit hole I was falling down into. A mirror over the fireplace slanted down and caught my reflection with my red lips, dangling earrings and blond curls. I was looking through the looking glass.

Gathering my wits I stood up walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Now you'll think this odd but the butt plug was getting comfortable and I was finding a way to enjoy the whole situation. Even the skirt rustling on my thighs seemed okay at the moment. I know it's weird but I'm past the point of deception. There are many a fine feeling being a girl.

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"I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block walls.

"Whose cunt are you bitch?" my black captor says with a grimace. His face only inches away from mine as his spittle sprays against my face and mixes with my tears.

"I am your cunt," stammering as I try to please him. I've already spent two days confined with this trainer and I am beginning to respond as his ******.

My hands are extended over my head with my wrists cuffed and a rope looped through a steel circle which connects the cuffs. The rope runs upward, toward the ceiling, loops over a pole and disappears behind my head. I know it is tied somewhere since the tautness strains my arms and pulls at my feet making me stand tippy toe. My right ankle still has an ace bandage wrapped around it from the sprain I suffered two days earlier.

"And, what does a cunt do?" he asks as his hot breath enflames my face. In his breath is the smell of a male predator

"Anything her Owner wants," I answer hoping I've gotten it right.

I am wearing a pink non-wired bra with matching embroidered panties. I have a black garter belt that holds my pink thigh high stockings up with six hanging straps. In my years of looking at Victoria Secrets I have never seen even the smuttiest girl ever dressed in this mixture of color. My ass is so sore from the spanking I received just moments ago it exudes a heat that brandishes my brain cells with a constant reminder of his hand spanking me. Fifty hard smacks, twenty-five on each cheek, the paddle sounded its deep tone as it crashed on my butt. With each whack the sound I felt the blows of my menacing percussionist. I had started crying before his paddle landed the thirteenth blow. And, I hadn't stopped crying yet.

He was recording my sounds and videoing my agony. I felt as if I was starring in a bad Roman Polanski film.

Over my burning bum is the short dark red skirt part of the dress which runs up over my bra and ties around my neck. A gold neck collar and two gold looped earrings almost complete this outfit.

I have make-up on but not as you would expect. And yesterday I my hair was curled according to his desires. As a man my hair was moderately long. As a woman my hair now looks like some cute short curly doo you'd see worn by an effervescent Tuesday Weld .

The spanking I received was for not, as he said, "properly sucking (his) cum with your pussy from my cock into your cunt as bitch is suppose to."

What could I have done wrong? I don't know but his cum is now leaking into the padded area of my panties. It is running out of my ass and down my crack puddling in the patch of cotton lining that my balls are resting on.

His cum against my most private parts, as I stand, no not stand since although I am in black five inch high heeled shoes I am held just high enough so my heels can't rest on the floor. Instead they graze the floor as a false hope relief is near.

"Anything, right, anything," he continues as more of his mouth spits wetness on mine from our nearness.

His testosterone overpowers the perfume I'm wearing.

Just two days ago I was a normal man. I had just turned 30 and was enjoying my run on the country road by the house I had rented in Southampton. What a twist of fate. As I turned a corner, the road went downhill towards the turn and then started uphill immediately after the turn. My right foot landed in that pool of water and my sneaker filled with water. I hadn't seen the puddle which was left over from a light rain last night. It was easy to miss. My sneaker slipped on something in the puddle and my right foot slid too quickly and losing my balance I slipped and fell ass down on my coccyx. I was stunned and in excruciating pain when this white van pulled up.

"Please let me go," I begged.

Smack, his hand lands right against my face. Open handed and stinging his five fingers nearly slapped me silly with a single blow.

"Yes owner, anything you want," I cried as my voice for freedom fell silent and my voice of ********** uttered obedience.

A man, nearly half a foot taller then I am, got out of the van and asked, "Hey fella, are you ok?"

"I think I may have sprained my foot and I fell pretty hard," I replied with a grimace.

"Where do you live," he asked?

He knelt down beside me and put his large hand over my ankle and slightly moved it.

"Ow," I said as the pain surged.

"I think it could be broken," he said. " I could get you into the back of my van and drive you to the hospital or home whichever if you would like me too."

I couldn't move so I said I only lived about three miles down the road. I ran five miles everyday while I was out here. The fresh September air filling my lungs with rich oxygen the run had become a must for me.

"Well, I think perhaps the hospital would be a good choice since it's almost just as close. In case you need a cast or something," he helpfully said.

I tried to get up but couldn't so I said the hospital sounded fine. He opened the door to the back of his van and then picked me up in his arms and lay me on a mattress in the back of his van.

It wasn't that difficult for him to lift me since I weigh about 140 and I am around 5' 7". He must have been around 6' 2" and over two hundred pounds.

"So bitch, if I wanted to throat fuck you, you'd be obliging," he harshly asked?

"What is a throat fuck Owner?" I asked more as a hopeful delay then ignorance.

In front of me was a mirror in which I could see this somewhat feminine version of me. He had applied the cosmetics. My eyelashes had been femininely defined and a light pastel green with sparkles adorned my eyelids giving an outline to enhance my natural green eyes. I had shaved myself this morning. My legs were smooth as silk. My armpits were as bare as any woman's and my forearms lightly cropped giving even a more feminine look.

But instead of putting lipstick only on my lips he had smeared it intentionally past my lips. In the mirror I looked like a 'fuck slut' you would see in porno movies.

"SLAP' across my other cheek and then he said, "You damn well know what a throat fuck is and you'd better do it right the first time. You're going to give me a blow job and when I get hard I'm going to push my cock past your tonsils and into your throat. Then I'm going to pump your throat like the vagina it is. When I cum it'll be with my cock buried deep in your throat and my balls resting on your chin," he said finishing the description.

In the back of my head drums were beating his words and ******* me to mentally realize the implication of what he had just said and the reality that would probably follow.

As I lay down on the mattress and tried to get comfortable he reached and got a bottle of water for me.

"The water will help dry your parched throat," he said.

I welcomed the water. It was cool and I realized that my throat had gotten parched. A few minutes later the van was moving and as I lay on the mattress I felt myself begin to drift. Moments later I must have passed out and I didn't awaken until I was in this room. My right ankle was wrapped in an ace bandage and my left ankle was shackled and a long chain connected extended to a steel loop embedded in the wall. I sat up and found I was naked and had been lying in a single bed situated in the corner of the room. From my vantage point I could see a sink at the foot of the bed and an old claw foot bathtub. About six feet from the head of the bed (the bed was against the corner of the room) was a toilet.

Looking at myself I nearly panicked. Someone had shaved my legs. Oh?no?most of my genital hair was missing except for a patch just in the center. Wondering, I lifted my arm, turned my head, and saw my armpits were now naked as well. And, that smell, I knew that smell. I had a girlfriend who wore it. Yes, I smelled like Allure by Chanel. My heart raced and panic creased my forehead with its fear. Panic turned to bewilderment and then after awhile turned to curiosity.

So, I decided I really had to look around. I had to get my bearings. The room was a fairly large square with different pieces of bondage equipment etc. It didn't look like a ******* chamber but it didn't look like a Holiday Inn either. Over in the corner past the tub was a Chinese multi paneled screen angled to cut off that corner of the room from my view.

The man I called Owner rolled over what was a modern version of a 'stock'. He had become my owner last night when I signed a contract with him with *****.

As he snapped a leash to my neck collar he said, "Now my little slut, I'm going to lower you down. Make sure your pussy throat fits right where you know it should. If at anytime you hesitated or vacillate you'll get fifty new smacks on your ass. Do you understand girl?

"Yes Owner," I replied.

He walked behind me and I felt the rope begin to slacken and my body lower. Although this contraption was a bit different in its modernity, with a minimalist amount of metal and black fur lining the head piece, it was still a 'stock' after all. My arms opened and my cuffed hands slipped over what would hold my head and came to rest on an L shape connected to the steel vertical bar.

Owner walked around to where I was and untied the rope to my cuffs and with a small piece of metal that wrapped around the pole and sealed off the open end of the L he made my hands locked about waist high. After that he removed my collar.

"Now my little throat fucker I'm going to lower you down and I want you to lay your head in the fur lined collar," he said as he walked behind me again. "Oh and just try to object," he exclaimed! "The fight is as much fun for me as the ********** girl."

It was the way he said 'girl' that made me most off guard. The cursing with saying 'cunt' or 'bitch' didn't nearly sink in as hard as when he said 'girl.'

Sitting on the bed naked and chained I realized I had to pee. I got up and wondered if the chain was long enough so I could get to the toilet. Well, it was long enough but when I got there I looked down in the bowl. Written in lipstick were these words. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE **** OUT OF YOU.'

I just stood there for a long time looking at those words and then decided I didn't have to pee after all and went back to the bed and lay down, hoping this would all go away if I fell asleep. I closed my eyes and thought. How can this go away if I go to *****? If that is the case then this is real.

Just as Owner started to lower me, he stopped and said, "I've got a much better idea for your 'throat fuck' cunt."

I heard him walk across the room and then heard him drag something across the floor. When he got to where I was he disconnected me from the 'stock'. Wondering what he was going to do ended quickly when I saw this padded board attached to the modern 'stock'. Instead he rolled me over and then lowered me.

So there I was with my head hanging out of the stock and my eyes facing the ceiling. My cuffs were still connected to the rope and my back was against this padded plank with a little foot board (like you see in business class when you travel overseas.)

"Now that is just perfect for a 'throat fuck' don't you think girl? Yes, I am pretty sure your pretty throat will now properly accommodate my long, thick dick."

And with that he closed the other part of the 'stock' collar locking it into place. So I was inclined with my head dangling, unless I held it up.

"Hmmm," he said standing over me.

He started turning a crank which lowered my neck encasement down by some gear mechanism. This brought my head down. As my head passed his stomach he stopped. Looking up I could only see from his belt buckle to his face. Owner's face was a deep ebony. I thought back to his face as he carried me to the van just two days ago. Then his face had been a strong helpful face rescuing me. And now his face was of a dominant predator whose pleasure seemed to be similar to a cowboy breaking in a wild horse.

"What the fuck are you thinking about? A cute cunt like you should be thinking about "how do I swallow his cock into my throat?'"

I didn't know how to do it and I was afraid I would ***** and die since I knew his cock was a solid eight inches.

"Owner, I don't know how," I managed to squeak out of my mouth. And then I asked him if he would tell me.

Can you believe I am asking him how I am to 'throat fuck' him when just three days ago I had had my cock in some twat from New Jersey?

"Well Latrina you just need a lot of spit and to try to swallow my cock as it starts pushing over your throw up zone," Owner said. "If you just swallow when you think you are going to throw up you'll be fine. But I don't really give a **** if you are fine because my cock is going to be down your throat no matter what.

Oh my God, he called me Latrina. He's given me a name and it sounds both like an African American girl's name and something perverse. I closed my eyes. If I ***** would it go away? I heard his buckle jingle. No this reality was not going to go away not matter how tight I closed my eyes.

Yes, I thought as I sat back up on the bed. Yes this is real. Yes I am naked and hairless. I lifted my arm again and touched my naked armpit. Then I brought my hands to my chest. Finally I lifted them up to my head. What is wrong I thought as I ran my fingers through my locks?

"****," I shouted and heard the sound reverberate through the room.

I got up and walked over to the sink with the chain clanging along the floor. My right ankle wasn't broken and the sprain seemed minor. There, over the sink, was a mirror slightly angled down which gave a clear view of all of what was now me.

"****, ****, ****," I cried out as I looked at myself.

My hair was curled and fashioned like a girl's. The tilt in the mirror showed me what I already knew; I was hairless except for my head and the little heart shaped patch over my penis. I looked more girl than boy but not completely. There was a creaking sound and the metal door in the middle of the room opened.

"Ah, what else would a cunt be doing but looking in the mirror," he said as he walked towards me.

The first glimpse I had of him was through the edge of the mirror. I guess I was too afraid at first to turn around.

"What a pretty white ass you have girl," he said.

He had walked nearly across the room to where I was before I turned.

Putting my hands over my genitals I demanded, "You let me go. Who do you think you are? You'll go to jail for the rest of your life."

SLAP, my face reddened as his hand finished its swing. How quickly he had been where I was standing; and, how immediate his response was to my demand. My eyes watered, I didn't cry, but they watered as a response to his slap.

"Yes, a real little girl," he continued. First thing you do is to put your hands over your clit. I'm surprised you didn't try to cover your breasts first and now you are going to cry. Well, you are my bitch and I'll do whatever I want. Got it," he said and he reached out and tweaked my nipple.

I was horrified.

Next, there was a delay which must have been as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then, the sound of his zipper. Here I was about to be 'throat fucked' and this was to be the first time I'd ever sucked a cock. Yesterday and this morning had only been to get me ready for now. This was not going to be a boy/girl thing. No, this was a dominant black male about to ***** his cock into my throat as his first sexual act with me. He was transforming me into his 'bitch'.

Looking up I saw his grin. Then a noise and at the same time there was movement lifting up the end where my feet were. I was being made more horizontal by another mechanical lift.

At the same time Owner's pants fell to the floor and his black cock hung down. It was so long and thick without an erection. I felt a panic and my throat dry. A moment or so later the adjustments stopped and my head was hanging back. I lifted my head slightly but encountered his sac in my face. His smell filled my nostrils and his cockhead touched my lips.

"Girl open that wet pussy and let your Owner's cock warm and harden," he uttered in a strong silky voice.

He didn't let go of my nipple. After he tweaked it, he pulled me forward and turned me to my side. I know it's not easy to grasp (no pun intended) but somehow as he pulled on my nipple and I was ****** to bend over. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK; everything was happening so fast. I couldn't scream. I could barely get the air out of my lungs.

"Please, please, stop," I muttered.

SMACK, SMACK and then he let go of my nipple and smacked my ass one more time knocking me onto the carpeted area around my bed. The metal chain rattled and my desire of fighting back ebbed as I lay there naked with both my cheek and ass now aflame from his hand.

"Let me give you one explanation bitch and only one without punishment," he said. "I am your owner. Before today is out you will sign a contract to that effect. You will be my femme. Not because you want to but because I demand it. As to why I want to dominate you and turn you femme is of no concern of yours. What is your concern is to act as feminine as possible. You should learn, as fast as you can, to be an obedient femme. I will spank you when I want. I will fuck you when and how I want. You will wear what I desire to see you in. And, you will be here until I am through with you. Your life is now as my personal cunt bitch."

I opened my mouth. Not because I wanted to but because he demanded it. He let the head of his cock slide past my lips like a large snake entering in my mouth.

"Ah, there is nothing like the warm mouth of a pussy," he said as his cockhead rubbed against my tongue.

His balls rested on my nose. My eyes could only see the crack in his brown ass. Actually his skin was a beautiful deep rich chocolate brown. At least something wasn't completely revolting.

Owner's hands came over my throat and continued down until his fingers sneaked slowly under my bra and the tips of his fingers encircled my nipples. His cock began to engorge with ***** and thus stiffened. He pulled his cock up about an inch and then back down into my wet mouth. I was so nervous now. Not afraid but nervous. There wasn't anything I could do about the inevitable but to try to make this 'throat fuck' as painless as possible.

As his cock began to harden my mind tried to think about one of my girlfriends who while giving me a blow job let my five inches move back in her throat. I remember she gagged and then pushed against my legs getting her mouth off my cock before throwing up.

I was very nervous.

Chained to the wall and lying on the rug naked, my ass red, I was now crying uncontrollably. Why did I cry? Why couldn't I just fight back? My emotions must be as primeval as the beginning of mankind. He was my master and since he viewed me, his captive, as a woman; I became feminine in my tears and my sounds. Now women can be strong and ferocious as well but this was not the response he desired. This I was sure of as I turned and looked up at him. The glimmer of power, dominance, and control was so evident in his face and eyes I sank further into the carpet.

"Nothing like a bitch cowering at the feet of her owner," he said looking down at me. "Now it's time for you to show some respect. So girl get on your knees and put your face into my crotch."

I hesitated as I lay crying and shaking and he walked away. I thought, perhaps he's finished and he'll just go away. But of course that was a really stupid thought because he came back moments later with a switch in his hand.

"Now, cunt," he demanded and began switching my backside.

It didn't take more than a moment for me to come up and put my curls and face into his crotch. But, by the time that moment was over I was stinging and crying even louder.

Muffled in his crotch I asked, "I need to pee. May I?"

"Sure," he answered as he stepped back to let me go pee.

I got up and started to walk over to the toilet but he said he had to go first and then he unzipped his fly and peed into the toilet. I watched him without even knowing why.

"So, you like watching a man piss, girl," he asked?

"I?.I?I?" stammering but not answering.

He shook the last of his pee from his cock and said, "The answer to my questions are always YES. Now, do you like watching a man piss, girl?"

With a small shudder a gasp of air ushered the word YES from my throat.

Owners cock was growing larger and starting to fill my mouth. I tried to think like a girl and that sucking a cock was a natural act. It made my mind accept his cock in my mouth; although my body did not completely accept his cock without sending its disgusting sense of sensory revulsion back to my brain. However my brain shut out this sensory perversion and my mouth obeyed.

"Girl, ah?..I hope you are getting a good amount of spit ready so my prick can slide right down your throat," owner spoke. "I'm going to push it down your throat just before I'm going to shoot my cum into your tummy. You'll love the warm feeling of spunk entering your femme womb."

And then he moaned, "Yeah, that's it girl."

His penis engorged further and pushed my mouth and lips wider. I closed my eyes and tried to build my saliva in my mouth. His hips rocked back and forth moving his Kong. That's what I thought with my eyes closed; the movie King Kong. Stupid but the mind does strange things in unusual situations. And, this was the most unusual situation I had ever been in.

Larger his member grew. Longer his cock became. Less a man and more a woman I transformed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I thought, "That's it?" and I opened my eyes and saw his eight inches say NO.

"Open your mouth girl," he commanded and I obeyed. He leaned down near my mouth and then opened his mouth and drop a large amount of his saliva into my mouth. "Now that should help. Keep it back in your mouth; get ready to swallow because now it's time for your 'throat fuck.'

Moving away from the toilet Owner motioned me to go pee. I walked over and again looked down and saw his missive written in the bowl.

. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE **** OUT OF YOU.'

Below the deep yellow of his pee was so dark and he had peed so much that the water in the bowl had been completely replaced with his urine.

There was no toilet seat so shamefully I turned around and started to sit down stopping before I touched the rim.

"Sit the fuck down bitch. Did you think I meant something else?" he again demanded.

I sat down, my ass lowering, and finally the rim catching me but not before I felt the wetness of his pee and water in the bowl. I wanted to cry but I was all cried out.

"Well girl you'd better take your piss now," he said.

Dejectedly I concentrated and finally started peeing. My pee hit the piss water below and made it splash up on my penis. My balls were completely soaked.

"Good Girl," he said. "When you are finished it will be time for you spend the rest of the day getting ready for tonight but first wipe yourself and come over here.

Obediently, I got up and started to wipe myself.

"Don't you know anything about being a pussy girl," Owner asked?

I barely got have a word for an answer out when he motioned me to be silent and then told me girls wipe after peeing forward and backwards after number two. Well he didn't say it that way but you get the drift.

With the sound of the toilet flushing I walked over to him. He grabbed me around and put his lips on mine and kissed me. Yes, he kissed me right on the lips. His lips were large but they also were soft. Then he pushed his tongue against my lips. He slapped my ass and although I was trying to resist, I knew I shouldn't. I was both repulsed and curious. His clothed body rubbed against my nakedness as his tongue slithered into my mouth. My tongue was ****** to feel his wet tongue exploring inside me. At that moment he did feel like my owner.

But after what could only be a few seconds he said, "Your first kiss and I felt you melting in my arms. Well, get use to it. I like kissing almost as much as I like dominating."

With that he walked away to the door.

Opening the door he stopped and turned saying, "Two things to remember. As I leave I'll toss you the key to unshackle yourself. When I return you will shackle yourself and toss the key towards the door. Yes there are cameras so the door won't open until you do that. The shackle also has a little electronic device that lets me know when it's on and properly secured. So don't try to do anything stupid or your ass will regret it."

The key slid across the floor towards me and stopped at the edge of the rug which was just past the toilet.

"Be a good girl," Owner said and left. The metal door clanged shut.

I had my mouth opened and in fear closed my eyes. A moment of time lapsed and I opened my eyes. Owner was still right near my face and a another good load of his spit came out of his mouth into mine.

"You'll thank me girl," he said and then let my head go back.

My mouth felt full with his spit covering the roof of my mouth and puddling in back at the entrance of my throat. Then he put his hardened cock past my lips. I tried to think about what to do. Oh yes, swallow as his cock penetrates my throat. I wanted to cry but I had to pay attention.

"Yes girl," he said in a voice that was a bit considerate as opposed to his consistent demands at other times.

The three dimensional effect of his cock moving through my mouth took on another dimension when the head touched my tonsils. I was going to be 'throat fucked' no matter what I did. So, I held back my desire to throw up and began to swallow as his cock slide back past my tonsils and into my throat. Tears, but not from crying, welled up in my eyes from the biological desire to throw up and the conscious effort of ignoring such. The effect was similar to involuntary swallowing water.

He took his hand and put it on my throat. I could feel his cock moving deeper and his hand above. I wondered what he felt.

After Owner left I began an exploration of my entrapment. For some reason I decided save looking behind the screen until last. So, I walked around naked checking out the different equipment. Everything looked custom made and much more high tech then the stuff I had seen on the Internet.

There was a leather sling and it even had a pillow. It made me quiver inside and wonder if he was going to use this on me. Walking around the room looking at the different equipment made me feel quite diminutive and femininely afraid. The feeling within me as I looked at these devices was most submissive.

At the far end there was a long work table with drawers below. On top of the table I picked up something that had a spreader bar with cuffs. The only way to wear this was bent over. Opening some of the drawers there were many different items most of which you know but in one drawer was a box. The words were CB3000 Male Chastity belt. In another draw there were various paddles and one that said 'Electric Spanker.'

I went around the room and saw equipment I couldn't even understand. There were many different size steel eye bolts in the walls, ceiling and some in the floor.

Another thing I found weird was something you would put your head through with your hands cuffed below. Obviously you would be on all fours because a bar ran back with ankle cuffs at the end of the bar. There was something very similar but adjustable in height nearby. I would learn about this tomorrow.

The fear I felt was as if you were watching a horror movie and the moment where you jump in your seat never calmed down. Instead you felt as if you were perpetually in fear and horror.

Owner's cock was now in my throat and his hand massage my throat in rhythm with his cock. Then he put both hands around my neck and started pumping. It was if my throat had made his cock the thickness of a neck and he was hand jerking himself off.

"Real soon now cunt," he spoke with an entranced voice.

His cock moved back and forth. The motion increased in speed and his hands gripped my neck tightly. It didn't matter much since I was breathing through my nose and each breath brought the scent of his balls into my lungs. He was everywhere inside my life support system. His essence had enveloped me.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he cried out and I felt the first wetness, his precum spray in my throat. I felt the way you do when you use nose spray and it goes into your throat. But this wasn't the nose spray, it was a spray of male precum.

"Fuck you girl. Fuck you girl. Yes, I'm fucking your throat and am going to cum in your pussy. Yes?Ahhhhh?..fuck?.fuck?.fu??," he screamed as his semen shot out of his cock and he pushed himself completely into my throat as far as his hardened penis could go.

For a moment I didn't think I could breathe. I know you think his cum would have felt copious but instead it just seemed to slide down my throat and when he was done he pulled his blackness out me leaving his essence in taste, smell and mental. There was no more me. There was just Latrina, Owner's little femme slave.

Finally I decided to see what was behind Chinese Curtain Number One.

Walking around the screen I saw all the trappings of womanhood. Clothing, vanity table with makeup, perfume, hair dryer, brushes. There were very high heeled shoes. In a dresser there was lingerie. In another drawer there were tampons and a pregnancy test. I couldn't comprehend why he had put that in this drawer. Especially since one thing I was sure of I couldn't ever be pregnant.

On the vanity was one sheet of paper. Typed in single space was a variety of rules, expectations, directives and other concepts of a madman. The first part of this directive was instructions for me to get dressed and apply makeup etc. I was also instructed to wear a tampon in my ass IMMEDIATELY. And there was one line that said it all.

DO THIS AND YOU MIGHT LIVE.

The level of fear heightened with those six words. I picked up the box of tampons and read the instructions. It showed putting a leg up on a chair and inserting the tampon. Well, I was to insert it in a different place but the instructions were just as suitable so I pulled the chair from the vanity table and inserted the tube in my anus. When I was finished I was standing naked, smooth skinned, a girly hairdo and I had a string hanging out. I was both humiliated and feminized.

Next I was to perfume myself and get dressed. He hadn't even instructed me to take a bath. I wanted to but without any instructions I thought it best not to.

Later that day he returned and his eyes ravished my body. He saw through my feminine attire and saw his femme. I could tell he only saw his vision and not my nightmare.

At some point later, I signed the contract making him my Owner.

After he was through with 'throat fucking' me he let me dangle there with all of his manly tastes and aromas coagulating in my body. About ten minutes later he walked away and I heard drawers open. Returning he stood in front of me with a black circular ring and told me to open my mouth.

At this point I had completely acquiesced and he inserted the ring which covered my teeth holding my mouth open. A curved part of the ring projected forward for my lips to rest on. Then he propped my head up with another piece that connected to the 'stock' and formed a cushioned rest holding my head comfortably horizontal.

"Well girl that was a good beginning to a long relationship," he said. "There is so much more fun I intend and this will help you begin to realize your fate."

With that he moved his cock over my mouth. He was limp again but still he had ideas. I felt his piss fill my mouth. A bit dribbled over my nose before he held is cock from continuing to pee. Then he held my nose until I swallowed. I felt a retching urge inside me but couldn't, because of the position I was in, throw up.

Several times I swallowed his urine which mixed with his cum in what he called my 'femme womb.' Finally he filled my mouth one last time and didn't hold my nose.

Instead he said, "Now my little cunt I want you to hold that in your mouth until I return. There will be no flushing of this toilet unless I do it. If you let it out of your mouth you will not believe what I'll do to you. Do you understand me?"

My eyes motioned in fear I did.

He left the room and I remained with my mouth flooded with his urine while I awaited my Owner's return.

Prison



SMMMMMACCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

My face stung as John held my shirt in his clenched hand pulling me forward towards him. His other hand came around suddenly, slapping my face so hard that the sting didn't come till a few moments later.

He was sitting, with me standing bent at the waist towards him. Well, I actually teetered almost about to fall from the impact of his hand. I didn't feel the heat until after the stunning pain had me scream. Only John's grasp of my shirt kept me from keeling over. I finally knew what it was to be 'knocked senseless'.

"That is the last time you'll scream cunt. From now on you can moan or cry. Now, you don't have a choice regarding your life other then to just lower your pants and say, "I want to be a girl."

"Well I guess she could have her teeth knocked out and beaten until she will begs to be a girl," John laughingly said to the other men.

"Maybe, we should just knock her teeth out. It's a good start," the brute that met me when I arrived said.

I didn't have a choice. My face, red-hot from the smack, burned my brain as I undid the waist tie to my orange jumpsuit. My pants floated to the ground and my cock was showing.

"The girl doesn't have any panties on," John said as he grabbed my balls and pulled me closer and then spanked me hard on the ass as he held my cock.

"This is a nice clit, John said as he pulled me with his other hand towards his face again, his breathe filled with testosterone aroma.

"Look you little cunt. You will respond to all feminine names. You will do whatever any man asks you to do. You will do these things because if you don't I'll cut off your balls and make you swallow them. I'll knock your teeth out and then we'll still use you. There is much for you to learn."

I couldn't understand why I started getting an erection. It wasn't much but I knew John could feel it. Embarrassed I looked at him as he slapped my ass and commanded me to say, "Yes Sir."

"Those will be two words of the four words you are allowed to utter unless asked or given the freedom to speak. Now go over to Mike and bend over. He's going to fuck your cunt and fill it with spunk."

And with that John took his hand and lightly smacked my other cheek a reminder of his power over me. I shimmied over to Mike with my pants restricting my movement. I knew I was crying inside but only one tear fell across my cheek.

But let me take you back to yesterday. It was after I had been convicted and finally sentenced to life in prison. I'm 22 years old and I had been busted a couple of times before for cocaine and pills but this time the solution wasn't just detoxing and doing community service. No, this was not so easily solved. My parents had died about 3 years ago and I had just struck out on my own. No relatives. Having just moved to this state a few months earlier I had yet to make friends, just acquaintances. After my parents were buried, there was less then $1,000 distributed to me. So, I had started working, traveling around the country looking for work and getting into trouble, as I mentioned.

Here it is 2015 and the same **** laws had caused me a record but they were the least of my trouble. I live in the most unpopulated state in the country. It's a very gun toting unforgiving citizenry and I had crashed my car while ***** into a group of women and ******** sitting on a curbside bench. Two ******* had died and one ***** was severely injured. An accident but under the law I could be convicted and put to death or a life sentence without parole. The prosecutor had given me a choice and as the trial wasn't going well I chose to plead to ****** and take the life sentence without parole.

Being 5'6' with fair skin and shoulder length blond hair (I hadn't cut it since my parents died) I was a bit worried about going to prison. I asked if I could get a haircut but was informed that would all be handled once I got to the prison.

From the courthouse I was flown by helicopter to this remote location where the prison was situated. The helicopter landed outside the prison walls near a small building that came out from the prison walls to where the heliport was.

Before we landed I saw the walls and a garden, which looked like several acres surrounded by an inner wall and an outer wall.

The helicopter landed and I was escorted to a corridor and into a room where there was just a chair with two metal walls forming a V. The room was wider at the end I came in but narrowed to just a steel column at the other.

"Sit," the guard from the helicopter said and then he walked out and the door I came in and I was sealed shut in this steel trap. Suddenly the walls floor and therefore the chair moved in a circle darkening until stopping after ninety degrees. It was a moonless dark and a voice began to echo on the steel.

"You are now at the most maximum security prison on earth. This prison currently holds 86 prisoners. Men who are all serving life sentences without parole and, like you, none of them have any living relatives. Unlike any other prison, this one has no guards. The prisoners run the entire prison. No one can escape. You cannot dig under the wall since this is built on solid granite. Nor go over it. Besides it height of 50 feet there are many other security measures. Those who have tried have been succumbed by just one of these security measures, an electronic pulse to their brain. As you enter just remember you are past the point where civil society cares. You are now a prisoner guarded by men like yourself."

Then I moved again until I came back into a dimly lit room with another metal door. The door opened and a group of men stood on the other side.

"John wants us to bring you to him," Mike said. I learned his name on the way to John. Whoever John was. But there was no doubt these men were not going to let me go elsewhere. Silently I walked with Mike on one side and another guy they called Shovel on my other side and someone behind me. I was wearing the orange jumpsuit but noticed these men were all dressed in leather, jeans, and chains showing their individuality.

It wasn't long before I was standing in front of John.

Now, I'm bent over, naked from the waist down with Mike inserting what looked like those plungers you use for liquid medicine but a bit larger.

"You are getting a break bitch 'cause I'm lubing your cunt. You'd better remember to always have a fresh supply on you or you'll be dry humped and that won't be a good thing," Mike stated.

Before long he was pounding my ass as the others watched. John saying things like, "sometimes it's your ass and sometimes you cunt depends on what the men on board the lost spaceship want."

One guy in the back said, "yeah, I love to ass fuck and this girl has a sweet little ass."

Mike suddenly started tensing and I felt his semen ooze from his dick into my ass. He pulled out saying, "Now don't lose a drop." When I didn't say anything he slapped my ass and asked, "Do you know what the other words are?"

He mouthed them and I knew, "Thank You Sir," my shaken voice exclaimed.

"Every time a man enters your hole you are to get down after and suck his cock clean and lick his balls, Mike said as he put his hand on my head and pushed a bit until I lowered myself to my knees and cleaned his cock."

"Good girl," Mike extolled, "now go with Jimmy there to Mary who will get you all ready for the rest of your life. And take your clothes off first. You won't need them anymore.'

I was mortified as I walked away naked with Jimmy escorting me.

When I got to Mary's little enclave I knew why she was called Mary. She was as gay as they come. Her little feminine room with all the accoutrement of a woman's needs.

Jimmy had instructed me to do everything Mary said to and if I didn't, well there'd be more then just 'Mike's spunk up your ass."

Mary taped something over a patch of my pubic hair and put a shower cap like thing covering all my hair and told me to get into the upright tube. Stepping in the door closed. I was in the dark. I heard some electrical noise but didn't feel anything and then I felt some warm lotion stuff sprayed all over my exposed skin.

In about 5 minutes I emerged and I was completely hairless and smooth.

"Every week we will do that. Now sit down there while I do your hair and we can talk."

I looked up afraid to say anything but the few words I was given permission to say but Mary just waved her hand in understanding and said, "You are always allowed to talk with me."

My first word was, "Why?"

Mary hushed me and said, "Why doesn't mean anything to you anymore."

"But Mary, you are the perfect girl for them, why me?"

"Ah, because I'm gay and they don't want a swish. I have a couple of men friends here but the majority of the men aren't gay. But they still get horny and only certain type will do. They've waited nearly a year for you to come. The last guy/girl began to object to some of the things she was asked to do. So John, cut her balls off and made her eat them. Then another insolent moment and John hit her so hard she fell and cracked her skull open."

"Wait," I said as Mary finished washing my hair, cutting it a bit, and then putting in aluminum foil. The smell was very strong. "Why didn't they put John in solitary?" "Girl, I'm only allowed to call you that, this prison is not monitored. It is a new way to cut expenses on caring for life without parole prisoners. The economy got rough about 6 years ago and so this idea was hatched and in this state they figure this is both economical and humane. Anyhow, they are really excited that they have a new girl. BTW, don't ever answer back. Don't ever try to enjoy it like I would. In 5 or 10 years someone new will come along and you can live the rest of your time here in peace. There's one guy they've let do that. He lives by himself. You'll get to meet him someday."

Mary continued, "Now spread your fingers into this machine and your toes in the one below. Look at the screen, it will show some styles and colors. In time you'll enjoy choosing but for today," Mary leaned over and pressed the one label fuchsia, "this is the best for what you'll be wearing."

A few minutes later Mary had me take my hands and feet out and I looked and saw I had a perfect manicure and pedicure. The bottom of my feet felt so soft.

"Those are French tipped and pink nail polish, very bubblegum girlie. A good way to start and what I was told to do. Remove the taped heart on you pubes."

I took it off and I could see I had a very groomed small heart above my dick and on a slant four letters were made from removing hair inside the heart. It said, CUNT.

"Isn't it cute?" Mary cooed, "Modern science for girls."

My stomach ached and I felt some of Mike's cum ooze out of my ass onto the cloth seat. I knew Mary would see it and I didn't want her too.

You'll learn how to do all this yourself in time but I'm always here to keep you looking your best. So until you learn the only thing you need to remember is your lipstick and pussy stick."

"Pussy Sticks! What are you talking about? I asked as Mary directed me over to a table that looked like a massage table or something and had me lie down. The next thing I remember is coming out of grogginess with my chest hurting a little.

"Oh, good girl you're waking up. So you don't freak out, you were put under and given a magical set of A cup tits," Mary giggled.

"What the fuck have you done to me," I cried out.

"Hey, would you prefer to eat your balls?" Mary sternly asked.

Sulking back I could see these new tits and my new areola. They were pink with a puffy girl nipple and tits. I did start crying then.

"It may be from your first dose of hormones girl," Mary said as she held my hand and helped me up. She walked me over to a full-length mirror and I stood there shocked.

Just hours ago I was a young man. Now, everything about me was girlie except for my dick. I looked and saw I was wearing pierced earrings. My eyebrows had been reshaped and even my eyelashes were longer. My hair was completely girl blond now with curls falling to my shoulders. There was a tattoo of a long stemmed rose on my inner left thigh and a belly ring shaped in a girl symbol. You know the one that is a cross below a round head.

Looking closer I noticed my lips were fuller with a light pink shade to them when Mary said, "Yes, we made your lips a bit fuller added a bit of permanent color which will help you and the eyelashes are a new genetic formula. The eyeliner is permanent. Someday they may want some piercing but not today. You may feel a bit more hormonal since you have taken a once a month estrogen booster. If you are lucky in a few months you'll be a BB. But the guys don't want you big chested. Some long ago voting etc."

"Ok, we should get you dressed now since you must be presentable to meet everyone at dinner."

Mary grabbed my hand and nearly dragged over to the closet. Before long I was wearing a pink blouse with a loose and ******* opening over my tits. It had puffy sleeves and then I handed me a crinoline skirt. The waistband was a bit of a tummy tucker thing and the skirt was very short. The she helped put on some black thigh stockings and attached the garters, which were built into the skirt. Of course I had pink panties matching my blouse but no bra.

Next, she showed me how to put lipstick using the lip liner, lip-gloss, and a spray of some very sexy feminine perfume and an hour of training in the black high heels.

I know you wonder why I didn't complain more. But I did and each time Mary would go into what it was like watching the guy chew and swallow his balls. She explained that John was in here for ****** and the details she said were suppose to be beyond gruesome. Also, I could feel some **** was in my system, something making me more docile. I didn't know what it was but I wondered why I wasn't having rage. Of course I was scared of John but I should have also screamed. No, I'm not allowed to scream. What should I do? I started to cry.

"It's ok girl, I understand," Mary said as she handed me a small black beaded purse which she opened and showed me had four syringes, lipstick and some tissues.

"That's all you'll need tonight I was told earlier. Now let's get you back to John so he can take you to dinner. Oh, I know you leaked a little man juice earlier, try not to do that since if your panties are wet you'll get a spanking."

"I need to take a piss Mary."

"Listen girl, never say piss again. It's pee or peepee. And the other is poop or poopie. Also, A small secret, the other girl they eventually started using bathroom control on her."

"What's that," I asked?

"Never mind we'll be late and that won't do at all." And with that Mary grabbed my hand and started leading me back to John.

"Psst...I forgot to tell you. Always curtsy. Watch me when we get there. You take your thumb and forefinger and hold the sides of your skirt. Well just watch me and do it. You don't want a good spanking before dinner. Then you won't be able to sit at the table.

"Mary, I look like a slut," I whispered as we walked down the hall. The hour of training helped me walk but it was still hard.

"That's the idea Girl," Mary said and then we were back where John was.

Mary stopped, curtsied (I watched her) and said, "Sir may I present Girl." And then put her hand behind my back touching me forward.

"Yes, come here puss lips," John commanded.

I hesitated since I wasn't sure if he meant Mary.

"Look you cunt, just so you know, Mary is always Mary. All the other names are you. So if someone says, get you little cunt over here it means YOU."

I walked over. I could feel my tiny tits rubbing against the soft satiny blouse. It was a sensation my brain couldn't comprehend as my nipples hardened from the feeling.

In front of John I just couldn't hold back. But I knew I couldn't scream or yell so I begged.

Please, Please can I just please be allowed to go to my cell. I won't bother anyone, I promise. I'll do anything and then I started to cry.

John rose from his chair. He towered over me in both mass and height. I was about 140 lbs and as I told you 5' 6" tall. Anyhow, he didn't scream or yell at me. Instead he put his arm around me as if to console me.

"Listen sweet cheeks, there is no going back anymore. You are who I want you to be. Now because we are going to dinner I am not going to spank you now for not curtsying and for using words you aren't allowed to use. Each infraction is 50 swats so later you're up to 100 before bed tonight."

John brushed my hair to the side and he must have motioned to someone because shortly thereafter he put a collar on me. The he held a mirror so I could see. The collar was pink leather with flowers and a metal plate in the front that said, "I'M A CUNT".

"Every time you doll yourself up you'll read that and know who you are," John said as he then turned me and put his hand on my waist saying, "Now we go to dinner. And you will only eat the food you are served. No snacks. If you're a very good girl you may be given a treat. If you are bad you will eat from a bowl like a dog. But you will learn more of the rules over the days. Today is a celebration. It's Pussy Day and you are the pussy."

With that I started walking with him and his hand suddenly lowered and then I felt his fingers under the skirt touching my ass through my panties.

As he rubbed and felt my ass he asked, "Did you enjoy Mike's cum in you?"

I knew what I had to say. I was shaking and a weak "Yes Sir" pushed out through my lips. My lips being a little fatter made it sound a little different then my voice before.

"And, would you enjoy being our favorite cum girl?" he asked.

I hesitated and he slapped my ass.

"Yes Sir."

We entered the cafeteria like dinning room and John stopped and said, "Girl, meet half your new boyfriends and masters. Now curtsy and tell them what Mike did to you and how you liked it," John said and then whispered, "this is when you can say something other then those four words."

I curtsied. It was more like a semi plie and told the men how Mike had cum in my pussy and how I liked it and hoped they would like to do it to me too.

The men started laughing and some were shouting "WOOT." Other's said things like, "I have a year of cum for you babe in my balls," or "I hope you like giving blow jobs."

Then we walked over to what must have been John's table since there was a nice chair for him and next to his chair was a metal stool, which had been shortened by about six inches.

John said, "Now my little cunt you will wait for the men to sit down and then you will sit but not on your skirt," and with that John sat down and finally I did too, my ass feeling the cold of the metal and my face barely higher then the table.

"Sir, I need to go pee."

" Well that's another 50 swats," John said. And, I saw another man pull out a small notepad and write something down.

"You will also learn about bathroom control and how to ask or wait for one of us to take you. But it won't be now. Do you understand?

"Yes Sir."

Then food was brought out. Everyone had a nice meal in front of them bur I only had a large wedge of iceberg lettuce.

"Would you like some dressing with that," the man to my right asked?

"Yes Sir," I replied

Then he got up and unzipped his fly saying, "Ok then, give me a good blow job and at the end you can hold your salad and I'll cream on it for you. Doesn't that sound great," he asked?

Men were laughing when I answered yes. I didn't know anyone's name so they are just 'men' to me.

"Ok then. First thing you do girl is to stick your face in my crotch and smell my balls. Take a deep inhale. Then take my dick out and start. I'll tap you on the head when it's time for you to get your salad and then you can take my dick out of your mouth, hold the plate of salad and I'll drop a load of dressing on it. Ok?"

'Yes Sir."

His crotch smelled nasty to me. I had never smelled a man's crotch before. Then when I went to get his cock out I could see yellow stains on his briefs.

"Go on girl, start licking and sucking my dick or you won't get any tasty salad dressing," he said as he put his hands through my hair touching me with a feeling that was just nasty to me.

I pulled his cock out and could smell it; a rancid smell reminding me of when I went hunting with a bunch of men once. I could remember them pissing, spitting, ********. I hated it.

"Good girl," he cajoled and then he took hold of my ears and started fucking my mouth. His pubes rubbing against my nose and with my mouth stuffed I could only breathe in through my nose. I breathed in air and his scent. I heard the other men laughing and asking him if I was a good 'cocksucker?"

"She's a great little girl. She can really Hoover," he replied.

And then suddenly he simply said, "Girl, get your salad. It's time for dressing," pulling me off his dick and he then grabbed his own cock. I took the plate with the wedge of iceberg and he pushes my hands down a bit while he jerked his cock. The he started to moan and this first little squirt shot out. Some of it hit my face and he told me to keep my eyes open. Then he aimed his dick and a big white glunk of sperm shot onto the salad. A few more jerks and some stringy cum and he finally said, "Girl, clean the tip of my dick."

Holding the salad plate, I licked the last bit of cum off. I had never tasted cum before. I wanted to throw up. But that wasn't all. Before it was over six other guys had come forward and spunked they're cum onto my salad. Some were yellowish. Others were more liquid. But when they were done my salad was covered.

"Doesn't that look delicious," John laughingly said reminding me to make sure I "eat slowly, daintily and describe the taste between each bite."

I picked up my knife and fork, my face at the same height. I was so scared and worried about my life going forward, I felt a little pee come out into my panties. Just a tiny accident, no one would notice. But it did make my dick, which seems small next to the few I had just seen, sensitive.

"What are you waiting for," John asked. Then he said he had been Googling sperm before I arrived and did I know a man ejaculates about a teaspoon or two and there is about 7 calories of protein in each teaspoon. So I was eating around 50 calories plus the lettuce in this meal and that would keep me fit.

"With 84 men here, a couple aren't going to want you, feeding you each day, that would be around 600 calories of protein for you. Tomorrow you'll need to find out how many calories you need to ingest each day so you reach 125 pounds. And then we'll find the right balance of other foods for you," John stated with this authoritative look.

The men thought that was so funny. Some said they could cum twice a day. But another wanted to know if cum was in my ass was that also considered part of the daily needs. Everyone thought that was funny.

I cut a piece of salad but John had said, "NO,' and wanted me to take a small piece with the most gunk on it. I was to cut pieces about the size of a grape and then smell it, put it in my mouth, savor it by chewing slowly and commenting.

I brought the first piece to my nose. It smelled like Clorox. It looked disgusting. I think they all enjoyed the painful expression on my face as I put it in my mouth. When I started to gag I saw John warning me not to. I chewed and I felt this chunky yogurt tasting sauce mixed with the crisp lettuce. Looking at the salad in front of me I could tell I had another twenty mouthfuls. Then I swallowed.

I reached for my water but John moved it away and said, "When you are all done."

"It tastes like cum and smell like Clorox," I said.

"Well, this girl knows what cum tastes like. That's a sure sign a great little pussy girl. Keep eating."

When I was half through John started rubbing my tit closest to him and put a hand on my inner thigh just above where my stockings ended.

"Before long you'll learn to have a pussy orgasm when a man wants you too. Also, you will learn how to have an orgasm by a man playing with your clit or you rubbing up against a man. But you may not ever pleasure yourself without permission again."

His fingers moved up and touched my panty. "Did you have an orgasm or did you pee girl," he asked?

"Pee Sir," I replied in an embarrassed whisper as I finished with my salad, "Now may I have some water?"

As we left the dining room John took me to the bathroom. It was a very conventional white tile floor, ceilings with a row of 6 urinals and six stalls. Only one thing was different. The first stall had one side and the front side removed. You could see the places where it connected on the floor. The wall on that remained had been painted pink and had pictures of naked men glued in a collage fashion over it. The toilet had no seat cover. The urinals were attached to a low wall with the showers on the other side.

"This is your toilet girl. I'd advise you to sit as deep as you can so as not to pee on the floor. Because if you do, your punishment will be toilet room cleaning and your equipment will be your tongue. Btw, you will be the toilet room maid. Which means twice a day a time has been set for you to come in and clean this room. The equipment is behind that door," John said and pointed.

Men were coming in and pissing in the urinals and leaving. A few stayed to watch me pull my panties down and then sit deep into the toilet and pee. So as not to look at them I looked at the wall of cocks and cum splattered faces of girls, Cream pies and more. I shuddered and when I almost finished peeing John said,

"So here are your bathroom rules. Each day you may come here anytime the first hour after you wake up and you may come again after dinner. If you poop, you will take the enema bag from that cabinet, fill it with at first a pint of water mixed with a teaspoon of this. He showed me a bottle filled with some liquid. But by the end of a week you will use a quart. The temperature should be around 100 degrees, there is the thermometer and hang the bag there. Then let it flow into you. Remove, clean and put away. Have the timer set for 15 minutes. You may want to do it twice if you think you will be licking your **** off a guy's dick because you aren't clean. Once a week Mary will give you a full Colema. If you have to go at any other time of the day you will come here and in the lower cabinet there is a leash and knee and footpads. Put them on and kneel by that first urinal. Make sure you are naked and have the knee and hand pads on. Then perhaps a man will take you for a walk outside for you to relieve yourself like the bitch you are now. You will sniff around trying to find the freshest man piss scent you can and then you will squat like a bitch dog and pee. If you need to **** you will then nose around again and squat and crap. When you return to this room and the leash is unclamped, you will say, "Thank You Sir" Then you will wash your ****ty ass only. There's a little squirter enema bottle you can clean your hole with, then wipe your hole clean and get dressed again. And as a girl you always wipe front to back and never touch your pussy stick or sac. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

While we headed back to the room where John holds court he told me that now I would get my punishment, one hundred and fifty spanks on each cheek. I was to pull my panties down, lie on his lap and I could sob or cry but no screaming and if I squirmed or put my hands back I would receive and extra ten each time.

By now, I was feeling more submissive then ever in my life. Oh I was never testosterone man but I wasn't a wimp either. When I pulled my panties down in front of John he lifted my skirt up and looked and said,

"I like your clit and the blond heart patch with the word CUNT is nice. What a nice job Mary did. From now on when you are asked to rub your clit you will do as a girl, either a finger or your open hand. No wrapping your fingers around anymore. Now get over my knee."

He set me up in a position where my toes didn't touch the ground, so I just hung there. Before he started he put his hand under my blouse and started playing with my tit, pinching the nipple and asking me if I liked it. I could feel the sensation and my nipple start to harden.

"Yes Sir."

The he started spanking me. It was a real spanking. I was sobbing by the time he got to 60 and sniffling sobs most of the way past a hundred. When it was over I got up and said, "Thank You Sir." And John instructed me not to pull my panties up till the little time on his table went 'ding'. Also, I was not to rub my bottom at all and when dismissed I would go and find Mary.

Do you have any idea how it feels to be crying, your bottom red, hot and in pain and not to touch? To have men looking at me while I waited crying with my panties around my knees?

Finally John said my first day was over and I could go back to Mary. I curtsied and turned. I didn't pull my panties up because he hadn't said so. And I thought he would. But instead, he let me hobble out of the room just the way I was. A couple of men near me felt my ass. One rubbed my titty and another said he couldn't wait to "stick my dick up your warm ass and shoot my load so far up it comes out your mouth."

I got to Mary's room and she was there.

"Rough day hun," she asked.

I nodded and then we talked for nearly an hour as she commiserated with me over my predicament. When I talked about escaping she told me the walls were nearly 50 feet or more into the ground and poured and steel ********** super strong concrete. There were also many levels of concrete, stone, razor wire etc below the entire prison. Apparently these expenses were cheaper then having armed guards and also more secure. There was no way out. Supplies came and were loaded through that Steel thing I cam in by. There was some sort of monitoring device the outside world had too.

"How do you know all this Mary," I asked?

"Well I don't know all of it. You learn things from others. Oh, and don't try to commit suicide, because if you do I've heard John say they'd save you and then he'd cut your hands and legs off and you'd still get fucked. Also, there are video cameras all over the place that are always monitored. They were put there in case someone had a heart attack but now they are used by John to monitor you. There was agreement among the men about this.

I trembled as the depth of what has happened to me. My inability to do anything other then what these men wanted was so unjust but that didn't matter. These were hardened criminals. You don't get locked up here unless you've killed someone.

"Mary, why are you here," I asked?

"Girl, you do not want to know but I belong here and am lucky I live the life I do now."

During this time Mary helped clean me up as best she could. She showed me where I would be ********. It was a small room off of Mary's workshop. Her room was on the other side and was the same as mine. She wiped my tears and helped me undress and put the babydoll jammys that were on the bed. Then, she offered me a small piece of chocolate. I thanked her profusely and ate it in small bites savoring the taste and the sweetness which helped me wash away the taste from the cum covered salad I had had for dinner.

"You will need to know a few things girl," Mary said, "First, there are 80 some men here who haven't had a woman for awhile. They can't all fuck you everyday but they all like to beat off everyday. An average man can spurt at least one tablespoon of cum. There are about 7 calories in each tablespoon but you already know that since I could hear Mister John telling you at dinner. Cum is very nutritious and so they plan to have about 20 men cum at each meal into a glass for you. I tested how much it is and it's over a full cup of cum you'll be expected to sip at every meal. You will be given vitamins and other nutrients to bring your body weight to about 125 pounds."

My brain throbbed with the thoughts of Mary's conversation.

"That will still leave over twenty men who will cum in or on you every day," Mary continued. "I tell you this since I was told to do it but I also tell you so you will know what tomorrow will be like and getting to many spankings for unnecessary disobedience is just foolish. Also, when you are cleaning the bathroom you will only be allowed to wear whatever you find in the cleaning closet. If there is nothing there then you will proceed naked. These men have many, many years of perverted fantasy, which you will be bring to life for them. But don't kid yourself they know they are in charge and they know how to mete out pain. But, they also all talked about you and how they could let jealousy or anything interfere with having you. Apparently there is no young man up for a sentence like yours and if you had gone to trial it could take five years before you were sent here."

"No way," I muttered under my breath, "I could have remained in the regular cell I was in for several more years if I had gone to trial? And maybe even being put to death would have been better than what I've gotten myself into now. I'm here and I can't escape, refuse or even commit suicide.

***** came as a peaceful tide washing over a white sand beach and when I awoke the next morning, like that beach I had no footprints. But, that false dream turned rapidly to reality when Mary said, "Good Morning Girl. Time to get ready for your first fill day."

Mary showed me my schedule.

6:00am wake up, shower, makeup, dressed, toilet use during this hour, enema 7:00am go to cafeteria for breakfast 7:30am - 12:30pm wander and satisfy any man who asks and clean bathroom 12:30pm go to cafeteria for breakfast 1:00pm come to see John 4:00pm - 7:30pm wander and satisfy any man who asks and clean bathroom 7:30pm go to cafeteria for dinner 8:15pm toilet use and enema if needed. 8:45pm wander and satisfy any man who asks. 10:00pm report for punishment and final dismal for bed

Mary explained different parts of it to me. I had to go to the toilet first. As I sat there naked, peeing and pooping some men came in and two used the urinal and one went into the stall. It was what you'd expect of a men's bathroom that had not been cleaned since I'm not sure when. The men would ask me questions when they came in, like, "would you like to suck my cock? How would you like me to cum in your face and on and on and I had to say to everyone of them, "Yes Sir."

Walking naked to the showers I felt self conscious of my penis/clit. I held my hands on my breasts. As I walked naked past men smiling at me with my hands over my breasts I didn't know for a moment if I was a girl or a boy.

When we got to the showers Mary suggested I go potty and then take my enema and shower at the same time since there was a lot to do in one hour. And being late meant being punished later in the evening. So, I sat down and I really did have to go. My poop smelled funny and I wondered if that was from the cum still in my ass for the whole night. Mary said she didn't know.

Then came the enema bag and soapy water. Mary showed me how to mix it and how to stand so it would all go in me. "Especially once you start taking a quart," Mary said and also told me her job was to make sure I took the whole bag and held it the required time and report back if I did or she would be punished.

With my insides gurgling with soapy water I went to the showers and noticed there were six more urinals on this side.

"Does bathroom cleaning mean this side too?" I asked.

"Yes it does Girl," Mary said as she handed me some scented soap and shampoo. "But you can get it done in an hour if you pay attention. Each urinal should take only 3 minutes and the toilets the same. That leaves you 6 minutes to mop the floor. It can be done but you'll probably have a few times you don't or you don't do a good enough job. I'd try to get here a few minutes early so you can change into cleaning clothes. Your change time does not count against you. You have 5 minutes before and after to do that."

With that Mary turned off the shower and directed me to go sit on the potty again. I was sitting splattering the enema out when three men came in. They were naked. All three must have been at least six foot tall. One had a big belly and a skinny little ass. The hairiest one had muscular thighs and a hard ass.

"Good morning Mary," one of the men said.

"Good morning Sir," Mary answered.

Then they started to pee and moan "AHHHHH." One of the men said, "I've got to take a morning dump," and went into the stall. Mary told me to rush along so I finished and wiped best I could.

"Don't worry Girl," Mary whispered, "we have water to clean you up better at our quarters."

We went back to our, well area, and Mary got me ready for the day. "This is what you'll wear today Girl. John selects your wardrobe for the day and sends me the list."

It was a little French Maid's uniform. The skirt wasn't puffy but instead fit tight and short, about eight inches above the knee. Although it stretched it was a tight stretch so I could bend but at the same time my walking was restricted. Also the white bid part was actually cut and the black shear so my tits were readily accessible. The shoes were higher then yesterday but they had ankle supports and the perfume was a nice like springtime scent. Lipstick was full red and nails too.

We were ready to go to breakfast. Mary said I was to go on my own and reminded me of the lube, lipstick and perfume in my pocketbook.

"Oh, one sec, I forgot the jewelry," Mary said and came back and put a necklace on me that flickered in rhinestones MAID TO SERVE and a bracelet with two charms made of same rhinestones. One said, FUCK and the other ME.

So, I walked down the hall and arrived at the cafeteria. When I entered there was another man (I was surprised how many were all new faces and being told not to remember names unless told to, like Mike's and John's, it was more confusing.

He was about my height with Sandy long hair. And he was a full heavy set man and a bit fat but not like some of the others. He was wearing just a pair of jockey shorts and a dirty t-shirt and he walked up to me and pulled me close to him and then proceeded to kiss me and stick his tongue in my mouth as he played with my ass.

Another man came in and said, "Aww, Bill, are you falling in love?" And he released me from his embrace and took me to my table. This time the table was higher then all the other and I must have been about 5 feet off the floor. The seat was a bit small for my ass so I had to balance. A cloth curtain was open and twenty men were standing there facing me. I looked and saw the 8th man was jerking off into a large glass and the glass was nearly half full.

"It's your protein shake girl. A real Smoothie," the man who kissed me said. I wanted to throw up but knew I couldn't

Bill put a large glass of water on my table and said I could not ***** it until I had finished everything else. Then I realized the men were looking up my skirt as they jerked off.

A few minutes later I had a large glass of spunk, two scrambled eggs with sperm sauce and a slice of wheat toast buttered sperm. A little card showed the nutritional and caloric intake of this breakfast and next to the glass of water several pills were put Vitamins and Estrogen.

The men at breakfast things morning weren't the same men from dinner last night. As I looked around I realized there must be two seatings of each meal. I could feel the eyes of them looking at me. I felt those eyes heatedly on my thighs and I could hear the murmur of men discussing me as if I was a centerfold model who suddenly had teleported into their prison for their benefit.

I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. There is no way to explain how the stomach reacts to something that smells like Clorox, tastes like expired milk and has the consistency of snot and yogurt mixed. Also, the smell of my feminine perfume, fresh washed hair (set by Mary), nail polish, lipstick, creams, makeup and even my clothes were being assaulted by the odors of unwashed, sweat dried, male testosterone bomb with at least 40 times the molecules of aroma to my little one. A whiff of bad breath would sneak by my perfume and my nostrils crimped. The glass of sperm was constantly invading my nose as I drank.

Once when I pulled the glass away a man shouted out, "Hey honey, you look like that commercial, "I've got cum," and the room all started laughing. Someone suggested photos. My stomach filled with 90% sperm, 5% eggs and 5% toast. I had no appetite for this but my stomach growled for food. It was a small breakfast in comparison to what I was use to but it took my appetite and executed it. I only finished knowing a punishment was more severe if I didn't.

Right after breakfast as I was walking down the hall a man came up to me and said, "Girl, bend your ass over, I've got a load of jism I've been holding for a month for your sweet little pussy. I hope you are tight and hand me a you pussy wetting stick."

It was barely eight in the morning and in the next few moments I was bent over with this man sticking the plunger in my ass, pushing the lube in and then his cock. At least he wasn't as big as Mike. He grabbed my waist and started fucking me. His balls must has been huge because I kept feeling the sac banging against my ass.

"Girl, I have so much cum in me that when I shoot it will be like a stream of morning piss, he moaned and then started to slap my ass.

Before to long I heard his "AHHHHHH" and felt the warm liquid begin to fill me. I had no idea what piss in my ass was like but this was definitely a load. When he was finished he slowly pulled out and told me to squeeze his cum into me. Then he had me turn around, kneel and lick his cock clean. I wanted to cry as he left me there with his slimy spunk up my ass. I pulled my panties up and started to walk away when I heard his voice say, "I didn't say to pull your panties up. I'll note that for tonight and you forgot to curtsy and say thank you. That's three infractions."

I pulled them down around my knees and hobbled away towards the bathroom. I figured I should go clean it now. Did it mean I would get 150 spanks on my bottom tonight? I cried.

As I rounded one of the halls towards the bathroom another man came towards me and said, "Hey cunt, why are your panties down around your knees?"

I stopped. I didn't know what to say but I did curtsy.

"Good girl, I am giving you permission to speak."

I explained how I had just had a man cum in me and how I had forgotten to say "Thank You", curtsy and had pulled my panties up without permission.

"Well you may pull them up now. And I want you to play with your pussy as the girl you are now . You know only an open palm. You can finger if you want. Just like a girl. While I play with your tits. If you cum for me in the next five minutes I'll get your punishment reduced."

So there I was playing with myself like it was my clit and him teaching me how to moan as he cupped and played with my tits and nipples. Of course I didn't cum in time but he was hard and nearly ready to cum. He made me pull my panties open and he shot on my cock saying, "Now your little clitty will be happy all day."

After cleaning his cock with my tongue, curtsying and saying thank you I was on my way again with his spunk in my hole and on my dick. As I walked I started to think like, down there, I was a girl and the cum squishing on my clit and the load in me didn't feel so bad. But I had been here less then 24 hours and my life had changed. As many times as I had wanted to yell or say no I couldn't. I didn't want John to cut my balls off and make me eat them. Most of all I didn't want to die. Life was all there is, whatever it is. If I was to live like this I would find time in my privacy to think of myself as a man and not 'girl' as so many called me already.

In the bathroom I opened the closet. There were instructions for me to take off my blouse and skirt and to put the kneepads on and I was to clean in that get- up. When I was done I was to find the black square and wait there for approval. Also I was to clean number 2 and number 4 urinal by hand since they were broken and to make sure all the toilets and urinals were spotless and not jammed. There were cleaning supplies. I started cleaning the showers first putting off the other until later. I had nearly finished scrubbing the showers when this big hairy man walked in. His stomach hung over his cock and he had a dark beard with speckled grey running through. His hair was mostly white and gray.

He walked over to one of the showers I had finished cleaning and started to step in and then stopped saying, "Girl, did you clean this shower?"

"Yes Sir," I answered promptly.

"Come over here and look down there. Get on your knees and see if you see what I see bitch," he said gruffly.

I got down and saw a curly pubic hair and picked it up.

"Put it in your mouth."

I did and then he spanked my ass really hard a few time. I had to give him a blowjob. Even when his dick got hard his belly rested on my head. He didn't pay any attention to me except to tell me when he came I shouldn't swallow.

It didn't take him long to cum. I guess it had been so long. His cum didn't shoot in my mouth. It more just plopped onto my tongue. My nose was so in his pubes I didn't taste anything but felt the thick snotty consistency.

Then he instructed me to get up and open my mouth and show him his spunk. When I did he spat in my mouth and said not to swallow until all the urinals was clean, spanking me on my ass again and dismissing me. I could only mumble "Yes Sir."

Cleaning the urinals was disgusting. I had to pick the butts out of urine. The best way was with my long fingernails like tweezers but still my fingers went into the dark urine yellow man piss . I didn't feel like a man doing this. I felt I was in the wrong bathroom.

I couldn't believe it. When I was done that man was still showering and now I really had to pee badly. All the cum and water (I started *****ing lots of water since I was allowed as much as I wanted) was pushing on my bladder. Ashamed in my mind and of my body I got the leash, took off my bra and when I lowered my panties it was sticky slimy and I went and knelt by the urinal as John had said.

Of course I was hoping someone else would come but of course that wasn't the case. Instead, pubic hair man came over and looked at me. He had me turn and face the urinal as he peed long and hard and I had to show him his cum in my mouth. He smiled with his dark tobacco stained teeth.

Then he said, as he peed, "My little bitch needs to go out to relieve herself?"

I nodded my head. While, he peed some splattered back in my face. When he finished my face was pee wet and he took the leash leading me through the hallway in a different direction.

"You remember the rules bitch, right?" he asked.

I shook my head yes and tried to answer but he said shaking my head was more like the bitch ****** I was right now and then he gave me permission to swallow his gunk. I nearly ****** as it slithered down my throat. We came to a door and he opened it and I was sort of outside. It was a giant greenhouse.

I started sniffing the grass but he pulled the leash and said, "Men like to piss on trees," and led me to a tree.

I sniffed and smelled stale urine.

"No not this one. It isn't fresh, he laughed as he bent down stroking my hair and slapping my ass once taking me to the next tree. I couldn't tell how big the place was but figured if it was a greenhouse it wasn't too big.

"This looks promising," he said and then I saw it. The tree had fresh pee on it and the ground had a pee puddle.

"Get your nose in it bitch," he coaxed me on.

I started sniffing but he wanted me to sniff right into the piss. When he was satisfied he said I could pee like the girl bitch I was so men would want to fuck me.

Trying to get into position to squat and pee with him pulling the leash was difficult. Finally, with my legs spread so I would kneel in the piss I squatted but he made me squat more until my clit/dick actually was sitting in the cold urine.

"Hurry up, I don't have all day."

And because I had to go so badly I started to pee right into the other pee. Someone came by and said smile and took a picture of us both.

I heard smile, saw the flash and then wondered what did I look like with my long curly blond hair squatting and peeing with my little teats just hanging there. I just felt so vulnerable.

When I was done the man led me back to the bathroom and just left me, walking away laughing. The rest of the day was consumed with cum to ***** at lunch and dinner. Cum in my hair. Cum on my face, six or more blowjobs and several pumps of cum up my ass.

Then came time for punishment. John said I only had 200 good slaps on my ass today but tonight would be a bit different.

"I am going to spank you until you really cry. Not like last night. This will be a real girlie submissive cry. A cry you can't really stop or control. And when I feel you are truly submissively crying I will spank you fifty times more over my knee. It was then I learned the man who ratted me out (turned his list of my infractions) got to spank me.

So, I went to this man first and went over his knee for a spanking. Then to the next man and somewhere during the spanking I simply lost control and started to cry. By the time I went to John for the last fifty my tears were streaming and some dipping on my tits.

John grabbed my wrists and pulled me close and then took his fingers and pushed my hair back wiping my teardrop cheeks with his fingers.

"There, now you are learning how to be the right girl/boy," he said and then turned me over his lap and spanked me. I cried and sobbed and kept crying but he didn't stop. He seemed to enjoy it and I'm not sure he gave me only fifty.

When he was finished he had me stand in front of him saying, "Play with your clit. If you can get your pussy stick to cum you can have tomorrow off to relax."

I so wanted the day off I rubbed with my palm. I got myself hard but I couldn't Cum but I couldn't understand why I had even gotten hard but it didn't matter.

"It's Ok girl," John said, "one day you will finally be able to cum for us as the pussy boy you are and will be."

Then he had me walk around to the other men and say, "Thank You Sir," and let them touch me. There were about nine men around. Some played with my tits. Some just touched my whole body. Some had me touch their crotch as they played with my clit while it was still hard. The last man made me sit my 'pussy' on his finger and turn side to side, several time, to show the other men. That brought a great round of laughter. Finally I sucked his finger clean and was sent to my room with Mary for the night.

The Movie Theater



Prelude:

Awhile back there use to be at least one theater in every large town or city showing porno movies. They lasted through betamax and VHUS but they died out when everything went on the net. Many of you reading this have probably have never visited one. Usually the theaters would seat a 100 or more though most times there were no more then about five to seven guys sitting spread out through the theater watching some XXX porn. There was something for everyone. Regular porn. Lesbian porn. Watersports. ****. ******. Consensual. The only difference is the reel to reel film was often grainy and the audio was scratchy. It didn't really matter because pornography was never really pornography. It was entertainment. A Senator once said he would, "know pornography when he saw it." Fortunately the United States of America has the First Amendment because you really don't know what is pornography. You do know that somethings should never have been produced. ***** Films is an example. Because film and writing imagination stirs the insides. Just as young boys back then wanted to be cowboys and today we ended up with "BrokeBack Mountain," you don't know where humanity will go. But, the past, before the 20th Century was filled with sexuality condoned by edict and law. Anyhow, it's not up to me to teach. I'm here to give some enjoyment. This story is based on reality and imagination forged into a tale which I hope excites the reader. I apologize for bad editing and hope each reader knows when they've read too much for them and will just click the window closed. For those who read it all, I hope it stirs as much in you as it did me writing it.

1975 - Somewhere in Ohio

Frequenting these porn theaters was an idea a friend of mine had come up with. But, he moved away when he went to college so once in a while I would go alone. Oh, being just twenty-two and not some macho guy I would hit on by some of the other patrons but in the theater I'd just ssssh them and they'd leave me alone. Anyhow, there was always the thrill of the forbidden theater and the movies that played there.

What follows happened just before my twenty-third birthday. It was a spring evening around 6 p.m. when the first showing went on. A new porn movie had come to to town. The marquis had black letters, some hung crookedly and a few letters missing with the title, SLAVE GIRL BOUND FOR GLORY. Inside the theater was a poster behind glass with the movie title and a brief synopsis saying, "Caught with Consequences Sally found herself spanked and a maid to serve."

Sitting down I saw about three other men in the theater. Two were sitting together and I thought they were probably gay. The other was a fat old man sitting about five rows up from me on the aisle.

These theaters were always quite dark and the floors tacky from what I thought must be fresh cum from prior patrons. It gave me the 'heebie jeebies' but at the same time was erotically exciting. Even at twenty-three I still had one of the 'soft boy girl' looks. I was five foot seven inches and my somewhat curly red hair and white soft skin didn't help. And, although I had some submissive behavior I had never thought of myself as anything but a man.

This was one of those times when I decided to wear the panties I had bought a couple of months ago at a porn shop. I loved wearing them. It was always a thrill to play with my dick and feel the silkiness of the satin and then jerking off. So extremely erotic. A couple of times I had worn them and gone to the bathroom in the theater and cum in them and then gone back out to watch the rest of the film. But, I would still be so horny t I couldn't sit for long and just went home and masturbated several more times in my apartment. I hadn't had a girl friend in over a year. A crappy job and no money wasn't the only problem. Being more pretty and with a not to masculine voice didn't help either. It was an alto pitch. And, even worst was having a small dick. I lived in a small town and word got around quick. With my finances moving wasn't an option. I had barely had enough money to cover the current rent and I didn't know where over the next three weeks I'd get the money necessary

So, the porn theater in the next town over was fun. It relieved the pressures and wasn't too expensive. I hoped one day to move to the big city. Ha, Akron Ohio was the big city from where I lived. The porn theater was down the block from a great all night truck stop so I'd often get a bite to eat there before I went to the movie since the concession stand was run down and was never open. Also, the truck stop was a good inexpensive meal.

Well, I was watching this really great movie (Caught with Consequences) about a guy and his girl slave where he spanked her, fucked her and came in her mouth and face. Then the doorbell rang and a couple of his friends came over and she was wearing just pink panties. Made me horny since I was wearing almost the same color. The movie was really hot and before long I was so horny I had gone to the bathroom and jerked myself off while sitting on the toilet. Pulling up my cum soaked pink panties I went back to watch the rest of the movie. The guy, whose name was Paul, slapped her across her face when she refused one of his friends who really looked like a filthy old man. She looked in shock and after a few tears had her red lips sucking away and being rewarded with a creamy load in her mouth while another guy was fucking her ass. The old guy came back for another blow job. His sack was hanging down and his penis never got hard. She had to lick his nasty balls and finally he took his cock in his hand and started jerking it quickly.

Shortly after the old guy came in her face and I decided I'd go home and beat off. But I really needed to pee from the extra large soda I had gotten at the truck stop. So I went back to the bathroom.

There was a tall guy wearing black leather and a chain belt holding one nostril and blowing snot out the other while pissing in the only urinal. The stall I had used earlier was occupied and I went into the other stall. You know the kind of bathroom with writing on the stall walls. Phrases like, "I'll suck your dick call 1-800-555-2323" or a big penis with balls scratched into the paint. The latch on the door was broken so as I sat down I lowered my jeans and my pink panties while reaching forward to hold the door closed with one hand.

I was just starting to pee when I heard two guys come into the bathroom laughing. One of them with a deep voice was saying how he'd just love to fuck that 'little titty' girl; referring to the slave girl in the movie.

"You'd fuck anything right about now, " his friend teased him.

Nervously I had stopped peeing. I could see some movement through the space between the stall door and the frame. He also said he had to take a wicked leak and before I knew it I felt him pushing the door to my stall open. I tried to shout, "I'm in here," but he had pushed hard against the door and was towering over me.

"Hey Bobby, come over here. We have a pussy girl in the men's room," he chortled.

"I am not....." and before I could say anymore he said, "Shut the fuck up you little sissy girl."

"She's wearing little pink panties with a crotch of cream filling ," he called out to Bobby.

I tried to protest but he slapped me so hard across my face it scared some of the piss out of me and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

The shock of it all had stunned me and before I knew it he had unzipped his fly and I was staring at his hairy balls and penis with his hand pointing its tip and then he started peeing on my balls and the pee spattered over them and into the toilet.

"Spread your legs cunt," he growled. His voice was a no nonsense deep demanding baritone and I just did what he said. I didn't want to get beaten up. I was scared. He was over six feet tall and must have weighted over two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm about 5'7" and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds.

"Look at my cock bitch," the big guy said, continuing with, "because after I'm through pissing you are going to lick my dick clean of piss and suck my cock till you get my load cum in your mouth.

The smell of his urine was a thick rancid color as the yellow heat washed over my genitals. He and Bobby laughed and then the man moved his cock and peed right into the crotch of my panties staining the white cotton inner pad a dark yellow and also he spit in my face. Grabbing my hair he pulled me forward to his cock saying to his friend, "Bobby, ever fuck a redhead?"

Horrified i found my face was up against his crotch

"Lick my piss hole bitch or I'll give you a beating you'll never forget."

I was about to object but when I opened my mouth he pulled my hair and peed a bit in my mouth

"Cunt, do as you're told or I'll take that empty toilet paper holder and cram it up your ass."

In fear I started to lick the urine off his cock and heard his friend Bobby saying, "I can't believe it Tom, Jill left her lipstick in my pocket from the other night."

Tom took the lipstick, pulled my head back and hastily drew over my lips with the lipstick.

"Now there's a pretty little cunt target mouth, "Tom said and then pushed his cock back into my mouth. His cock was a normal size but the head was bulbous so as my mouth slipped over the knob and my lips closed on the shaft it felt strange. What was in my mouth was bigger then the opening of my mouth.

The guy in the leather pants started walking out and he whispered something to Tom.

Over the next 20 minutes Bobby had take a bunch of pix. After cumming in my mouth Tom had made me kneel on the floor facing the toilet filled with his piss as he and Bobby went through all my private numbers and wallet. Every now and then Tom would spank me on the ass (nearly pushing my head into the toilet bowl) and ask me who someone was or did I live alone. I learned quickly to answer as soon as asked since Tom was already spanking me a second time if I delayed at all.

"OK, Tom, I've got the picture emailed to you and I've downloaded little pussy girl's phone book onto my extra sim card," Bobby said

Tom was holding my wallet and said to me, "Austin, you will do as I am about to instruct or I will deliver these pictures to everyone in your address book, I'll post them on the internet and also come to where you live and spank your ass in front of the neighborhood. Do you understand?"

He spanked my ass a couple of times and said he'd stick my head in the toilet if I delayed answering anymore.

"Yes," I answered.

"Prove you understand. Push your face into the toilet bowl and get it wet with my pee," Tom said. He spanked me a couple of more times as I did what he said and pushed my face into the old skanky bowl, my face washed in his piss and water. I lifted it back up.

"I will email you a list of what to buy and you will come back here next Saturday at 6:30 p.m. no later. You will get further instructions during the week."

The Week

During the week I trembled inside as the days moved towards Saturday. I had the money Tom had left under my door on Monday. That alone terrified me. Someone had come to my apartment over the night and slid the envelope under my door jamb.

A short note said for me to deposit in my debit account. The note also said for me to go on Skype at noon and call a Skype contact 'Wolfvolf'.

There were five $100 bills. When I left to go to the bank I thought I saw someone watching the house. ****, that was scary. What had I gotten myself into?

Returning home I worried as noon approached but I was already past the point of rebellion and had started down the road of ********** when I finally Skyped Wolfvolf. I heard the ring ring of Skype and finally his voice.

"Hello my little cum slut," Tom said and continued with, "yes, we saw you leave this morning. So, here is what you'll be doing to get ready for Saturday."

He proceeded to have me write down and the I was to follow his instructions.

I had set to up a full body waxing, pedicure and manicure for Tuesday ($250) and the hair stylist for Friday ($125) as Tom had ordered.

Tom also gave me a list of what to get and where and to order.

When our Skype ended I checked on-line and found the panties, bra, stockings, shoes, top and skirt at Frederick's of Hollywood as Tom had said, ordered and had them two day Fed-Ex. It was so scary but at the same time I got turned on when I read about the panties, I Love Your Boy Shorts- "Sheer mesh with flocked hearts outlined in silver Lurex. "I Love U" rhinestone charm.-($5), The bra was "a smooth, completely seamless underwire bra to wear under even the closest fitting styles. Underwire cups contain a soft gel that warms to your body while creating cleavage and adding a full cup size." Seamless Gel Bra ($32). The shoes were Wrap Up Stilettos, "walk the red carpet and drop jaws in this seriously sexy stiletto. With captivating knot detail in front and a sky-high 4½" heel. ($34) and the dress was the Zipper Dress "An unexpected detail adds a provocative twist to an elegant evening silhouette. Body-hugging style with a deep V-neck features functional zipper detailing. Deep V in back." ($19) - It had all come to $90 plus the two day Fed Ex charge.

The whole $500 was gone.

I was completely turned on after I was waxed and so wanted to masturbate but Tom had forbidden me the privilege. When the clothes came and I laid them out I was turned on again. I can't explain what was going on in me but it was making me very horny. I should have been more afraid on Saturday when I got ready but I was also mesmerized by the panties against my naked, hairless, smooth body and putting the bra on also became a turn on. My little dick was so hard when I left the house to go to the theater.

Saturday Afternoon

Saturday I drove my old wreck of a car to the movie theater wearing the panties and bra under a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I knew I looked like a girl when a car passed and a guy smiled at me. It was the hairdo. Well, the red lipstick covering my mouth sure didn't scream manliness either. Tom had said I had to wear the lipstick to the theater. I had spent a week learning how to apply it. Oh, I had to spend my own money for the lip liner, lip gloss, tips etc.

The style Tom had picked was from some hairstyle blog and it was called "Short and Sassy". When I had gone to the hairstylist she asked me why I wanted a girl's style. I said I was going to a costume party. I had told the waxing lady I had lost a bet. But, the stylist didn't seem to believe me. I think she could tell I had been waxed. Even though I was wearing a long sleeve flannel plaid manly shirt.

Looking in the mirror Friday night when I returned from getting my hair done I stood naked in front of the full length mirror and even without makeup, I looked so, 'girl'. I had striking green eyes. They sparkled at the mirror reflected the my white creamy hairless skin with a sassy girl hairdo. When I looked over myself I could only tell my maleness by what hung between my legs. And when I wasn't hard it was always so small it could be overlooked.

I drove carefully and within the speed limit. I didn't want to be pulled over. I already felt so strange and scared. Thinking back again to Friday's mirror look I could visualize my groomed pubic hair patch above my penis. My pubes were naturally light strawberry blond, even a bit lighter then my head of hair. Stopped at a light I looked in the mirror on the visor and thought, "God, I looked feminine now." It was so embarrassing and I was on my way to even a more reddish blushed embarrassment.

Tom's emails came everyday during the rest of the week. Vague reminders in his words but leaving me an indelible fear inside of what he would and could do if I didn't do exactly as he said.

I saw the town sign and knew I was less then a mile from the porn theater. My heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to slow as the trees went by and familiar stores passed. An Eckerd **** store on my right. then a right turn past the Gulf gas station on my left(they don't exist anymore). As I made the turn I could see the marquis just past the end of the block. The late afternoon sun was setting and the soft red-orange colors over the cement did nothing to dispel a seedy run down 'do not enter' look. I had never noticed it like this before but today was not like before. Where in the past the seedy character of this part of town held a thrill now in captured the same skipping heart beat and hastened breath but it was not from the same part of my brain.

I was here. Here where I shouldn't be but now was. I parked my old broken down, light tan, I called it more diarrhea colored, Plymouth Fury and got out of the car taking my bag with my dress, shoes. and lipstick kit. Turning on the sidewalk towards the theater a a burly man passed, slapped my ass and said, "Hey girl, lookin' good." Afraid I scampered to the theater as if I would find safety there.

When I pushed the blacked out door at the entrance, the same man who was in the bathroom last week with the black leather pants and chain, pulled it open from the inside. I couldn't believe it but the guy who was peeing in the urinal before all this happened last week was also the owner.

"Hi sweetie," he greeted me with his tobacco stained teeth. "Go to the ladies room, Tom has left instructions there and of course you will change there. Oh, today's film is called, "Gangbanged," you should love it.

The theater was empty and the ladies room was the door right next to the vile men's room. Last week flashed by me and then I opened the door to the Ladies room. I had never done that in my life and now I was inside. It was a wreck. Obviously no one cleaned it. There was a toilet but no stall. A mirror which was somewhat clouded had a note taped to it. It read.

"When you are all dressed come to the concession stand. Today your name is Sally. You are the new usherette for this theater."

There wasn't too much time left so I quickly got ready and soon I was wearing my dress. Looking in the mirror the V neck line and the bra I was wearing gave the appearance of small titties. Before I went out I had to pee. It was so odd to be sitting this time, a week later, on the girls toilet and now caught with consequences.

Crap, when I stood up the toilet seat broke off and fell to the floor cracking into pieces. I wondered how old was this place? I was so nervous and then as I tried to walk out. The 4 /12 inch heels made every move I made one of precarious teeter-tottering. I could barely walk and wondered how does a girl even run in them.

When I got to the concession stand, if that's what you want to call it, because last week it was just a dusty old relic. Now there was a string of Christmas lights on and the dust shimmered on the glass countertop. Also on the top was a box of milky ways, a box of starbursts and a large bag of popcorn with small bags next to it. A cooler was on the floor and Tom was there and he crooked his finger for me to come closer. Then he had me turn around and put a collar around my neck. I was so scared when he attached a chain to a piece of steel that extended down from the ceiling and ended in a hook with a clasp. Like the kind they use for mountain climbing.

I'm facing the wall collared and hooked standing on these 4 /12 inch heel barely able to move and I think I'd hang myself if I fell, except I can lean a bit against the wall.

Tom slapped my ass hard and then said, "Sally, I am now a partner with the owner of this theater and I promised to increase his sales by a new promotion scheme which is you. Last week, I invested $500 in you and you look like it was a good investment."

He came around to my side with some sort of gun and said, "Hold steady," and shot something in my ear. Then he did it to the other one. My earlobes hurt and I knew instantly he had pierced my ears.

"Anyhow, as I was saying," Tom continued, "you will have to earn this money back and also a profit. The theater only gets around five to eight customers on a prime day like Saturday. They pay ten dollars so you can see the poor economics. When a patron comes over you are to say, "Hi, I'm Sally and I am here to enhance your movie going experience."

Then he slapped my ass hard again as he asked me, "You do want to pay me back and help this venture, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

But then another slap and a reminder all men as Mister. Since I know his name it's "Mister Tom."

Several more spanks on my ass. The feeling was different then last week. I'm not completely sure why but I felt even more silky feminine. Although I had panties on last week I guess the waxing, dress, heels all made this feeling different.

"Yes Mister Tom."

"Good girl Sally," Tom said, "And here is how you'll earn that money. When I patron comes in he will be given this list with prices. If he buys something he will be given a ticket and this little device."

Tom proceeded to show me how the patron could press this little black device and it would set a red light off which I would then go look for in the cinema and take care of that man's wishes according to what he paid for. On the counter another little black box lit up as well.

Well, let's go on with how you'll earn the money back," Tom said and then took a brochure. Leaning up against me he held it in front of my face. Tom said I was to read it out loud and only use my high pitched voice from now on.

This cunt is a gender bender so buyer beware. (means she's got balls)

ALL SERVICES ARE FOR 15 MINUTES. IF BUYING MULTIPLE SERVICES YOU CAN ONLY COMBINE TWO FOR A TOTAL OF A HALF HOUR (per patron). ALSO DURING THE SECOND FIFTEEN MINUTE PERIOD ANY OTHER PATRON MAY USE A CURRENTLY UNUSED ORIFICE. PRICES ARE AS FOLLOWS.

Milky Way $30. This allows you to cum up Sally's hole.

Buttered Popcorn $20. This allows you to shoot in Sally's mouth. She will always swallow.

Starbursts $10. Shoot a load on Sally's pussy.

Three beers $50. You may use either the urinal (Sally's mouth) or the toilet bowl (Sally's hole) to piss in. If you use the toilet bowl you should allow Sally to empty it within 15 minutes of use. The is just good hygiene.

Saturday Special: Twenty-Five free hard hand spanks come with every order but a package of ten can be bought for $10.

WHEN YOUR TIME IS UP THE LIGHT WILL TURN OFF AND YOU WILL LET SALLY GET ON WITH HER BUSINESS. IF YOU INTENDED FOR A 30 MINUTE SESSION PRESS THE BUTTON TWICE AT THE VERY BEGINNING. BEFORE SALLY LEAVES PLEASE GIVE HER THE TICKETS YOU RECEIVED AND USED. TICKETS ARE MARKED

MW - Milky Way, BP -Buttered Popcorn, 3B - three beers, SB - Starburst, Spanking package is on the honor system.

And, if you want you can tip Sally too if you are satisfied.

Then when Tom asked if I understood, he sprayed some perfume on me. I didn't answer right away because the whole toilet thing was just to overwhelming for me. Tom grabbed my collar, pulling me and yelled as he also spanked me a few times, "Do you UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Mr. Tom," I fearfully answered.

"Ok, now you see this tube of vaseline, you can buy it for $20. This paper cup of water is $10. (it was one of those dentist size cups). This tissue (a single sheet) is $10. And a Tic-Tac is $10 too. And when you use the ladies room it is $20 each time. You have five minutes when you use the Ladies Room. There is a five minute hour glass in there now. If you go over then the next five minutes is a $50 fine. If you use something mark it on the sheet. Drop the tickets from our patrons in the corresponding cups. If you lose one then you will owe that amount of money to the house when we balance out at the end of your day."

"Sally, the theater is opening in 5 minutes. I will undo your cuffs and also the hook on your neck. I have your car keys, wallet etc. If you try to run you will probably be arrested and certainly not believed but worse, I'll find you. And it's already dark outside. In this neighborhood you could be killed for being dressed as a girl.

Oh, look, there's someone already waiting to come in."

Seven p.m. and the theater was open for business. I heard the first patron walking up to where I was standing and a sign saying, "Take a brochure. Win a prize."

He walked in picked up a brochure. Tom spanked my ass once and I said, "Hi, I'm Sally and I am here to enhance your movie going experience."

Of course he was the type of porn patron you'd expect. A pasty white unkempt overweight middle aged man. He took the brochure saying, "Nice to meet you Sally," and then turned to Tom and said, "I'll have a buttered popcorn and three beers please."

Tom handed him the small buttered popcorn and three beers in a carry tray.

By the way, the man asked, "Why did you pick three beers?"

"Oh," Tom replied, "Wouldn't make sense to charge for a service you wouldn't use.

"Yes, that makes sense to me, " the man said and before he picked up his beers and popcorn tickets he asked, "Can I just touch her for a moment?"

"Please do," Tom exhorted.

The man took his slightly moist hand and felt my thigh and then my panty covered ass and finally cupped my balls saying, "This is really a great idea. See you later Sally." And he carried off his ****** and popcorn.

A few minutes later three young men who must have been barely 21 came in together. They read the brochure and one of them said, "I can't afford her." But another skinny boy around 5'8" took a hundred dollar bill and bought a milky way; a buttered popcorn and three beers.

His friend asked him, "Hey Pencil Dick where did you get a $100?"

Pencil Dick turned to Tom and asked, "Can I give a ticket to one of my friends? And how many spanks do we get with this order?
Tom answered, "Yes you can and you also can spank her ass seventy-five times."

The guys laughed and I heard Pencil Dick saying how much, "Hairy Would Love Sally."

One of the other guys bought a Starburst.

When they had gone into the theater Tom turned to me and said, "See we've grossed $180 so far. Well, you haven't earned it yet and it's not all profit but I think this will work for all of us."

In the next five minutes two more patrons came in. One bought only buttered popcorn and Tom said to me when he left, "You should have told him how good the beer was. Or asked him if he wanted a Milky Way too.." The next guy bought a buttered popcorn and was about to go in when Tom said to him, "Sally loves the taste of distilled beer," and he slapped my ass.

"Yes I do," I replied

So, he then bought three beers.

Basically I was going to have four loads of cum to swallow, one cream pie and some nine twelve ounce beers plus spankings, starbursts....I was really shaking inside.

Just as another man around seventy years old came in the light double flashed on the counter. I grabbed a vaseline plunger and was about to go when Tom said, "No Sally, plunge here and leave the empty up on the counter. So the old man watched me bend over and plunge my ass with vaseline while he read the brochure. I put the plunger on the counter, marked the tally sheet.

The old man said, "I'll take a buttered popcorn and three beers. Heck whether I get through with the popcorn or not I'll need the urinal." Tom and he both laughed

When I walked down the aisle I thought it was going to be the pudgy middle aged man and my stomach churned thinking how he had bought the buttered popcorn and three beers. Giving him a blow job was going to be disgusting but being used as a toilet was even more degrading. How did I let myself get into this. And I stopped thinking of this nightmare and instead I knew with my hair curled and now my ears pierced with two little gold stud balls walking in 4 1/2 inch 'fuck me heels' down the aisle of a porn theater looking for a patron who had sent for me I was now in a new 'reality.'

I stopped when I saw the flashing double light to my right. Part of me signed relief it wasn't pudgy man but another part of me feared the three young men. I walked over. Pencil Dick was sitting in the chair behind the wheelchair access open space. He had me walk up to him and put his hand on my naked thigh.

In a theater hush voice Pencil Dick asked me, "Have you ever seen a good Pencil Dick Sally?"

"No Mister, " I replied.

"It's Mister Pencil Dick to you Sally. Understand?" he commanded as he touched my panty covered balls.

"Yes Mister Pencil Dick," I softly said.

"Okay, well here's the scoop. I have thirty minutes and from what I understand the spanking part doesn't count against time. I want you to curtsy, turn around, hold your skirt up. When I pull your wrist you will lie on my lap for your spanking. While I'm spanking you, you'll suck JJ's cock and get a nice snowball desert on your tonsils but don't swallow until I tell you too. Then when I'm done Tiny will use his spanking credit."

Nervously, I began my curtsy with Pencil Dick fingers playing with the elastic of he panty on my leg. I could feel the heat of his fingers near my penis and my penis stirred. I couldn't believe it. Why was I getting an erection?

"Sally, your clit is getting excited isn't it," he asked?

What could I say. If I didn't say the truth then the consequences could even be Tom beating me up or publishing those pictures.

"Yes, I am, Mister Pencil Dick," i said in a gasp.

"Tell you what little Miss Sally. If you rub your pussy and can cum when I shoot my hot cum up inside you, I'll forgo 25 of my 75 spanks. If you don't I'll go buy another 100 and give them around the audience. Does that sound good," Pencil Dick asked? As he finished speaking his fingers guided me until I had turned towards him.

While I turned I saw on the screen the girl in the movie "Gangbanged," standing in just her bra and panties in front of five gang members. She was crying. It made me remember Tom's earlier instructions about noise in the theater.

Tom had said, "Use a sultry whisper while in the theater. When you are being spanked don't scream. Instead turn your scream to tears. It will help you with the pain and *********** of a spanking and it won't annoy the other patrons who would complain to me if you screamed. Coax your patrons to orgasm with a light moan. Not one of delight but more one of unexpected feelings. This will also make your guest orgasm quicker and give you the opportunity of earning more money and perhaps less time of your pussy being punished."

And then I was standing looking down at Pencil Dick. Next to him was his friend who was unzipping his fly.

Pencil Dick tapped his knee saying, "Ok Sally, lift your dress up and pull your panties to your knees. Then lie down over my knee for your spanking and suck a big wad of cum out of JJ's cock. Don't forget, you can't swallow unless you cum as I cum in your ass."

I pulled the skirt part of my dress up and lowered my panties to my knees. Pencil Dick played with my now hardening dick calling it a sweet little clit and how he loved I was a natural redhead. For tough, straight young guys I was amazed how much they enjoyed looking at my 'little' dick. It wasn't that small by the way. I had never known for sure how to measure it but I had tried several times and it was a good 4 1/2 inches. Then I thought of the heels on my shoes and realized it wasn't that big. But, I had read there were even smaller dicks. The smallest on record was under an inch.

As I began to lie down across his lap I heard slapping sounds from the film and heard the girl crying. The dialogue was from whomever was spanking her, "I'm going to redden your ass so you won't be able to sit down for a week. You will suck any cock I tell you to. Do you understand?" And, through her tears I heard her answer, "Yes, Sir," submissively.

Pencil Dick was rubbing my legs and ass saying how smooth I was and what a nice 'bubble ass' I had. How he couldn't wait to fuck me but first the spanking. Meanwhile JJ had his cock out and guided my head towards it.

"Open your mouth you stupid bitch and make sure you don't accidently bite just because you're getting a spanking," JJ said.

For the next five minutes I endured a spanking of fifty hard swats with my mouth full of JJ's cock. Perhaps because I couldn't scream and could only cry I was tearing as JJ shot his load in my mouth and Pencil Dick smacked my ass the last five to fifty. My ass was burning so hot when Pencil Dick had me stand up.

"Don't rub your ass girl," Pencil Dick said as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. It was then I saw why he was called Pencil Dick. He was already hard. And although he was less then an inch thick he was at least seven inches long.

"So, have you ever seen a Pencil Dick like this girl," he asked?

"No Mister Pencil Dick, I haven't," I garbled with my mouth full of cum and with the last of my tears falling over my cheeks and dripping down onto my open cleavage.

He then turned me around and I noticed the movie again. Now the girl was kneeling with a load of cum in her mouth just like me and a dick suddenly came up to her mouth and started pumping a load into it. Just at this point, Pencil Dick poked a finger in my asshole. I nearly swallowed JJ's load.

"Sweet, this girl is prelubed. Got to love it. We should bring the whole gang here next week," he said.

After turning his finger around in my hole a few times, he pulled out and then grabbed my waist and slowly lowered me onto his cock. As he did so he told me to start playing with my clit so I could cum with him and save myself another 25 spanks. I so wanted not to be spanked any more and Pencil Dick was playing with my balls. I was getting hard and even more aroused as I started to feel his cock push up into me and touched my prostrate.

"Good girl, I'm glad you like my cock," he said. He continued with, "there's still more to come but I'll feed that to you when I stand up. Now remember, I want you to fuck my cock and suck the cum out. I'll be slapping your ass and you'll know the rhythm I want. When I'm going to cum, I'll pull back a bit harder on your hair. and then you should cum and swallow that dick snot in you mouth at that time."

I'm not sure how much longer but he finally directed me to stand up and lean forward against the seat past the space. It was eerie. The girl on the screen was getting fucked in the ass and so was I. The load of JJ's cum in my mouth tasted bitter, almost what I thought clorox would taste like. Pencil Dick's cock suddenly went much deeper. I know it couldn't be that deep but it felt like it was touching my stomach.

As he fucked me and spanked me while holding my hair in his left hand he coaxed me on to wanting to orgasm with him. He even blew in my ear. And, I was building to an orgasm. Suddenly I forgot my whole predicament and instead was turned on by the movie and, can you believe it even with Pencil Dick in my ass. I couldn't understand why but it didn't matter. I was pumping his dick in and out in me. It felt so good and bad at the same time.

I'm not sure how much time went by before I felt a hard smack on my ass and Pencil Dick saying, "now girl, as he pulled my hair back, I'm shooting my load right into your hole. Deep inside. Cum for me little girl."

Amazingly I felt his load. It was warm and I could feel his dick squishing and pushing his cum deep inside me. His balls were banging against my ass. I'm sure he didn't shoot nearly as much as I felt. When he finished cumming I just started to come to orgasm. He stopped moving and suddenly I started spurting cum all over the back of the chair in front of me.

"Good girl," he said and then he held me still, "Look, I have to take a wicked piss and since I'm already in the toilet I may as well do so now. So don't move. Actually, you should be happy since I ate a plate of asparagus for lunch today so probably best place for this stinky piss is up your rear hole mixing with my cum in you. I'm sure it would have been worse if I had used the urinal?"

He laughed a bit and just as he finished talking he started to pee. It was a warm steady stream pushing into me and he moaned a bit and pulled my hips. His Pencil Dick wormed inside me somewhat semi-hard and the pee continued. I don't know how much he peed but when he was done I could feel my belly harden.

"Ahhh," he said and then when he was finished, just before he pulled out, he whispered in my ear," I'm going to pull my dick out of you now and I want you to squeeze your little toilet hole closed so nothing drips. Then turn around and clean my ****ty dick with your mouth. After you are done you can pull up your panties."

My face was so flush. I had just been used as both a cum and piss receptacle. Called a toilet and now had to clean his dick. The other two were asking him if he could lend them some money. I turned and could see the **** stain, cum and whatever else from inside me on his dick. He had me bendi over and disgustingly wash his cock with my tongue

"Lick it all clean bitch. Balls too," he demanded.

I wanted to vomit and as I sucked his cock clean he suddenly let loose a nasty mouthful of piss."

He laughed and said I probably loved asparagus and then pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Swallow it all girl and then turn around," he said as he slipped the tickets into my bra. One for the toilet and one for the cum in my shoot and one for JJ's cum down my throat.

The terrible taste of his piss nearly gagged me and as I swallowed it I could only think of how low I had gone. But as I pulled up my panties and looked up at the screen I saw a small picture in a picture on the lower right of the screen. OMG, it was me. Somehow they had been filming me and showing it to the audience. I also saw the red flashing of pudgy guy. I was about to cry when Pencil Dick started slapping my ass. I had thought I was finish but he said I had cum after he had and not in sync with him and so he would give me 10 instead of 25 more since I had tried so hard to please him.

Each slap on my ass simply jiggled the pee inside my ass and brought more tears to my face. Finally he was through with me. I should have gone back and asked permission to use the toilet but pudgy guy was waving me insistently so I went to him. As I walked down the aisle to him I could swear Pencil Dick's pee was swishing around inside me. A reminder of what had just happened. Looking around as I walked I only noticed one other guest had come into the theater. I couldn't make him out since he was sitting all the way back on the left.

"Sit down there," pudgy man said.

He had a hard on and was jerking himself off. His cock was about the same size as mine but he had a huge pair of balls. I sat down and he handed me the buttered popcorn ticket, told me to open my mouth and he stood up, standing in front of me and started to cum almost instantly. The first wad of his cum snot hit the back of my throat but the pre-cum before and the most of his cum afterwards went all over my face. He was done in a short period of time and dismissed me handing me $50 and saying to bring him "three more beers."

As I walked back Pencil Dick motioned me over and said, " Here's a hundred and fifty dollars. We need six more beers and whatever Tom thinks would be the best way to spend the rest and you can keep the change."

"Does my piss in you feel good?" he asked as his hand held and jiggled my ass cheek.

"Yes Mister Pencil Dick," I said and I waddled back to the concession stand with his pee sloshing around inside me.

Tom looked pleased when I got back with the extra one hundred-fifty dollars. I asked him if I could rent the key to the bathroom and also buy a kleenex. I didn't want to spend to much money. I was about to wipe the cum from my face when he told me there was no toilet paper in the bathroom and I may want to wait before I used the tissue. I asked to buy another but Tom said I could only have one sheet at a time and handed me the ladies room key.

"Don't forget to turn the hourglass," he called as I waddled away. "Oh, the pudgy guy came up and got his own beer. He said he'd see you soon and he also bought a Milky Way.

As I got to the bathroom I saw Bob from last week coming out of the men's room.

"Girl, you smell like a toilet," he said. "Oh, you are a toilet, haha," and he walked away.

I opened the bathroom door, went in and locked it shut. I started crying and then saw the hourglass and knew I didn't have time for both crying and emptying Pencil Dick's fluids out of me. In the mirror I had globs of pudgy guys cum on my face and saw the two little gold earrings. I turned the hourglass over and went into the stall with the single tissue held between my thumb and forefinger. I had forgotten the toilet seat was broken.

Pulling down my panties I felt a rumbling inside myself so I squatted and then a torrent of stink exploded out of my ass into the toilet and onto the rim too. I couldn't really control it and didn't want it to get everywhere so I squatted lower and just let it all out of me. The smell was awful. When I was done I tried to wipe my ass but there wasn't enough in one tissue. I stood up and flushed. The damn toilet didn't flush. The yellow brown liquid just sat in the bowl. I saw a bag hanging on the wall so I walked carefully my stinky self out to it.

"Sally" was printed on the bag and inside was a wash cloth, my lipstick and liner and a bottle of perfume with a note. The notecard said I could wet the cloth and wipe my bottom clean and after I had scooped all the cum off my face and swallowed it I could wash my face too. Then I was to spray perfume, apply fresh lipstick and come back to the concession stand. I went to the sink, looked in the mirror and fingered the globs of cum down my face, over my lips and into my stinky mouth. My breath reeked of Pencil Dick harsh urine so I quickly pushed the rest of the cum in and closed my mouth Then I turned the water on. Only the cold water worked and it was a dirty rusty color. But I wet the cloth and looked in the mirror washing my face first

My face and ass were clean and the perfume made me smell good but the taste in my mouth was rancid. Even the smell of the bright red lipstick didn't cover it up. The hourglass sand was running out so I left the bathroom and returned to the concession stand.

"Don't you look pretty Sally," Tom hauntingly remarked.

I put all the tickets in the cup where they belonged and looked longingly at the cup of water. Finally, I bought one, swished it all around in my mouth like I was scrubbing a putrid piss bowl and then swallowed it. I wondered what my stomach must look like inside.

"Oh, Sally," Tom said. He seemed to like to call me Sally and I even turned to him when he did as if it was now my name. "Five guys just came in. They didn't have enough money to buy a milky way each but I also thought you wouldn't like to get another 125 spanks on your red ass so I made a deal with them. They will give you two tickets and within fifteen minutes they will all cum in your ass and you can leave after you clean all the cocks with your sweet tongue. Now, open your mouth."

When I opened my mouth he sprayed a wonderful mint breath freshener in.

"That's a little treat for being such a good girl,"Tom said.

Tom picked up a beer and started to ***** it. "Well, you only have about three hours left."

Then another flashing red light showed up at the desk. And another one as well.

"Two more guests for Sally. So go take care of them," Tom commanded.

When I got back to the theater the movie showed the girl sitting on the floor with a bunch of guys holding their dicks over her. You only saw the guys from the waist down. One was jerking off in her mouth.

A red light was flashing from the right and another was back down by the pudgy man. I hated the thought but knew the only thing pudgy man could have on his mind would be toilet service because no way he was ready for his milky way girl. And, the old man was the only other light on and he had bought a buttered popcorn and three beers. So, I went to him.

I whispered a "hello from Sally." He motioned for me to come close and open my mouth and then he spit into my mouth. It tasted a bit like chewing tobacco.

"Didn't want to spit on the floor honey. So swallow that and then come on down between my legs and give me a good blow job," he said.

Swallowing his spit was disgusting but no more then anything else I'd been doing and with me being video recorded I was more then just humiliated at this point.

The floors in a porn theater aren't the cleanest so I did a deep knee bend. He had his cock out of his zipper and pulled me in to it. What I couldn't understand was how nasty some of these dicks smelled. There was enough light I could see his pubes and saw some were gray or white. But, he pulled my head close in and before long his cock was in my mouth. It never got really hard and after awhile he just came in my mouth. His cum didn't taste so bad and his cock had a nice texture. Who would have thought the dirty old man was a better choice.

He thanked me and gave me a $10 tip and the ticket from the buttered popcorn and expressed his surprise that he hadn't needed to use the toilet yet. Then he picked up his second beer and sent me on my way.

I got up and walked down to pudgy man. He took my hand, my red finger-nailed manicured hand and pulled me close to him with his pudgy damp hands whispering, "I have to take a gigantic 6 beer leak and I would like to use you, my private urinal."

My brain curled when it received the signal that this man would be pissing in my mouth and I felt even more ill when he said, "I want you to kneel in front of me, lift your head back, open your mouth. When your urinal mouth is full, you'll know when to swallow when I flush. I'll pull on your earlobe then close your mouth, swallow, smile and open again. Also, rub your cunt while I'm pissing."

Here I was, some fat pudgy guy's nasty thought toy. I was about to regret losing the old guy's cum taste. Imagine that. Sure enough, for the next ten minutes the pudgy middle age guy would piss my mouth to the brim, make me hold it open for a little bit and then pull on my earlobe and I swallowed. His piss didn't taste as bad as Pencil Dick but it still was almost vomit producing. Only reason I didn't vomit was I was afraid to. So I would cough it up almost but also swallow it down. It made pudgy guy happy. He seemed to enjoy my misery.

He would aim and piss until a little dribbled over my chin and rolled down onto my tits whispering how he wished I could see the dark yellow pee with a foam head. But I didn't need to see it. I knew exactly what it must look like. I had seen porn pix of girls with their mouths filled with some guy's piss and now i was one of these girls. Well, not a girl but still. After more then ten mouthfuls of swallowing his piss his flow slowed to a trickle. The last bit he squirted out sprayed all over my face. He told me to get up. When I stood he slipped his hand under my dress and played with my ass and rubbed my dick saying what a nice 'clitty' I had. Always in a whisper he continued with, "Now pull up your skirt and get over my knee. I want my 75 spanks on your ass now."

Again I started to cry after about 20 swats. This man hit me hard and my ass was so sore. I couldn't believe how I had just cried twice and felt I'd never be able to sit. Pudgy guy pulled my panties down and continued spanking me. The more I whimpered and cried the more he enjoyed himself. At the end he let me get up, pull my panties up and thank him before he gave me the ticket and said, "I'll be ready for my milky way soon." I walked back up the aisle crying and was almost at the end of the aisle when I saw another red light blinking. I walked over and it was the five guys Tom had talked about. As I neared them I thought of them cumming in me and I didn't want to go. The thought of five cum loads up my ass and my ass so sore from pudgy guys spanking was just overbearing but I walked over there passing a new patron. He was a small oriental guy. He was carrying three beers, popcorn and a milky way. I shuddered.

The five guys already had their cocks out and were jerking themselves off when I got there. One of them said, " Just bend over in the aisle. Keep your mouth open to lube us and then to wash our cock after we drop a load up your ass. Oh, and raise your skirt and drop your panties."

On the screen the girl had cum all over her face and leaking out of her pussy as she humbly thanked each cock for the cum.

One of the guys said, "Billy I'm going to shoot soon, can I go first?"

"Sure, go ahead," one guy answered. He must have been Billy

The guy who asked got up and stuck his cock in my mouth telling me to get plenty of saliva on it. I thought, "I should have bought another vaseline stick." A moment later he had is finger up my ass and was wiggling it around. Two fingers pushed up opening my hole and making me feel so vulnerable again. Shortly after he pulled his fingers out having me smell them and thensimultaneously put that finger between my lips and stuck his cock up my hole.

He started stroking up and down, in and out. Before long he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back on his cock. I moaned. It wasn't a sexually motivated moan but he seemed to think it was and suddenly he started pumping his jism into me while whispering, "bet you wish you could have my baby."

Each of the five of them took turns. One rubbed my balls, another maybe me reach around and rub his but all of them shot their loads up my ass. When the last one was through Billy made me turn and show them my hole.

"Yep, now that's a cream pie," Billy said.

With my hole plugged with their cum I had to clean each dick and thanked them for their spunk.

The film was ending and Billy told me to pull up my panties and "get out of our faces you dumb cunt."

I did as I was told and hurried back to the concession stand asking Tom if I could go to the bathroom.

"Why? Did someone use the toilet?" Tom asked.

"No, but I just had five guys shoot their load in me," I answered.

As I was finishing I saw the five guys walk out of the movie theater and one of them gave me the finger.

"Well, you can only use the toilet to empty the toilet so the answer is, NO!"

I pulled the tickets out but Tom noticed i didn't have one for the five guys and told me since I couldn't produce it I would owe another $50. I asked him, "Why, if they paid up front did I need to get a ticket." Tom got so riled up he started spanking my sore red butt and then said I owed a $100 for my insolence.

For about five minutes i stood there with the five loads of slimy cum in my ass waiting for another red light and almost hoping someone would want to use the toilet so I could then use the ladies room. I bought a vaseline plunger thinking it would help with the nasty cum feeling in my ass but instead it just pushed the cum further inside me. They didn't mix. I also bought the little cup of water to wet my palate.

The red light came on with a double light.

As I walked back into the theater I could hear some new patrons coming in the door. It sound like three men.

Between the two showings of "Gangbanged" were a bunch of BDSM shorts. As I looked for the red light my bladder was feeling very full from all the pee I had *****.

Looking around I could still see the dark shadow man but no light was on. I looked down and could see two black boxes, both with double lights where Pencil Dick, JJ and the other dude were sitting. It was barely 9:30 pm and now I would be with them again for an hour. I guess since there was three of them that was ok. I wasn't sure of the rules but I knew they had plenty of tickets and maybe they had shared them.

My legs were getting sore walking in the heels. My calves were especially tired and when I went over Pencil Dick said, "Hi Sally, bet you're happy we bought some more time with you?" And then he put his hand under my dress and rubbed my cum sopped panties into my penis.

"Yes Mister Pencil Dick," I replied.

"So Sally, I know your toilet has been emptied but tell me about how you are right now?" Pencil Dick continued to play with my balls. That was so embarrassing and once again I felt a stir.

"Well, I have five loads of cum in my ass Mister Pencil Dick," I said and before I could continue he stopped me.

"For the next hour it's your Vagina, Pussy, Cunt, Clit. Now say it properly and go on."

I could see the last guy guzzling down a beer and I could only see one beer left.

"Mr. Pencil Dick I have five loads of cum in my pussy and Mister Pudgy down in the front used the urinal (i thought I should say that)." He was still playing with my pussy and it was starting to get aroused.

"Look at you girl, your clit is starting to percolate. Feel this Tiny," Pencil Dick said.

Tiny reached over and put his hand under my dress too and started to play with me as Pencil Dick finished with this question, "Tell me how Mr. Pudgy used his 'urinal girl'?"

Ashamed, I recounted the story of fulling my mouth and then pulling my ear to flush. This met with approval from all three of them.

Pencil Dick got up and traded seats with Tiny saying, "Tiny is going to take over for awhile. But don't worry girl, my pencil dick will be back in your hole soon filling you with goodness."

Tiny then instructed me to raise my dress and lower my panties and turn to the side since he wanted to spank me and watch the movie. He was left handed so I faced out to the aisle.

He spanked me a very hard, slow 25 spanks and then I started really crying so much during the next 25 I actually peed myself. I didn't even have time between tears to think it was really Mister Pudgy's pee running through me.

"Looks like the girl may have had her water break," Tiny said and the three of them quietly laughed. "Sally, now sit down with your legs crossed on the floor and face me with your mouth open. We are going to use the urinal same as the guy up front. Oh and there are still sixty spanks left on our ticket and your behavior will count as to how they are handled."

I sat down with my legs crossed. My dick, balls and ass soaking in the dirty pee covered porn theater floor. My ass hurt so much from the spanking and the pee made it sting even more.

"Mop the floor with your pussy honey," Tiny instructed.

I rubbed myself over the floor while they laughed quietly. Then he told me to stop and over the next fifteen minutes or so he peed in my mouth and pulled my ear. Some of it dribbled down my chest and the first time it happened he said, "Well 10 of those 60 will definitely be hard."

By the time he had emptied his piss into my stomach and I had licked his dick head clean I had earned 30 of the remaining spanks hard. Very hard he had said. The floor was getting very cold and my mouth had the worst taste. Actually it wasn't the worst. Pencil Dick's piss was the worst smelling but for some reason Pudgy Man was definitely the worst. My brain was critiquing the various piss I had swallowed. Some sort of pee sommelier. Disgusting.

JJ traded places with Tiny. What's amazing is that after last weekend, the week of waxing, pedicuring, manicuring, hair styling and all the clothes and finally the last four hours I was losing who I had been and was becoming the little pissmop Tom was making me into. When JJ had me get on my knees and give him a blow job I was already accepting his cum before he was even near a orgasm. I almost relished the taste of his cum as a breath freshener.

But, after he had cum and he had told me to hold it while he spanked me, my tears were more then real. He slapped my ass over and over and then after 20 times said the rest of the show belonged to my main man, Pencil Dick. When I got off JJ's lap he had me show him his cum, swallow and thank him. Then he swapped seats with Pencil Dick who had me turn around and look at the film. I hadn't seen this part before. She was sitting naked on the porcelain toilet. There was no seat and her ass fell in a ways. A biker kind of dude was peeing in her mouth. When her mouth was full of his bubble piss he squeezed his dick cutting his pee flow off and had her close her mouth. He spit in her face and told her she could pee only as she swallowed. Apparently she knew this routine and as she swallowed little gulps she peed into the bowl.

Pencil Dick had me sit on his cock and jiggle my hole to worm his whole nine inches up into my 'vagina' as he said. He whispered in my ear, "Now I want you to fuck the cum out of me."

On the screen the biker dude said to the girl, "see, you're a good toilet girl. I piss, you pee. You've learned how to only pee while you are swallowing my piss." He had her open her mouth again and started to pee filling her mouth again while I was fucking Pencil Dick's cock and he was jerking me off. Off to my right and down the aisle I saw another red light go one. It was the Oriental.

Pencil Dick whispered in my ear at what was exactly the right time, "Cum for me little girl."

It was all too much. I just started to cum. I couldn't stop. I had a crying orgasm.

"Good girl Sally," Pencil dick said and continued with, "I'm sure you'll be a good little pissmop girl for many years." And then he started to cum up my hole and took his hand which was covered with my cum and brought it to my face sticking his two most cum coated fingers into my mouth.

Leaning over again to my ear he whispered, " Suck my fingers clean while I take another leak up your hole."

He maneuvered me easily. Pencil Dick was at least 6'2" tall, broad shouldered, a real man unlike me. Then I felt his piss shoot with ***** from his dick and push the six loads of cum up into me with a warm steady flow. He held me tight and played with my nipple, pinching it while he whispered, "You are my sweet little toilet girl so I will give you a choice. You can lick the floor clean after you clean my cock or you can ask me to finish your spanking."

I thought he had peed for an hour but it ended suddenly too as he told me again to carefully lift myself off his cock and clean his dick. While I sucked his dick clean he wiped his hands through my hair. I stood up and asked if he would please spank me. I don't know how many whacks he gave me since I was crying but when his red light went off he stopped and had me pull up my panties.

The Oriental man was impatient and had walked up to me as I was about to go back and ask to use the toilet. He took my hand and pulled me towards his seat. I tried to tell him I was full of pee and had to empty it but he didn't care. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want Tom to get mad at me so I went.

Oriental man had me sit down next to him. He unzipped his fly and instead peed into his empty beer cup. He explained to me I was to sip it like a lady. Savor it while I gave him a hand job and when he was going to cum to hold the cup and catch his spunk. After he had shot his wads of cum I was instructed to slowly sip and savor all that was in the cup, thank him and then I could go empty my little toilet hole.

I sipped his piss and watched the movie. I couldn't believe how red that girl's ass was but I knew it couldn't be much redder then mine. The movie seat was ******, rubbing against hot swollen ass. I had ***** about half a cup of his pee when he signaled he was going to shoot his load. When he was through cumming in the cup he pulled a flashlight out and showed me his sperm floating like whitish snot on a half cup of piss.

"***** Sally," he said as he rubbed my throat.

He held the flash light and would press it on so i could see what was left. I thought I may have leaked some of Pencil Dick's pee. When I looked up I saw Pudgy Guy's light on. I took the last swig of the piss cum mixture and the cup was empty. Oriental man dismissed me

I got up and began to waddle up the aisle. Pencil Dick stopped me like before and put his hand on my ass saying, "i can hear my piss swishing around in you as you walk." He took a fifty dollar bill and then slid in through my panties again my dick saying, "you are a mighty fine working girl Sally. I'll see you soon."

I told Tom what had happened and asked to use the toilet but Pudgy guy interrupted and talked with Tom privately as I stood there with Pencil Dick's piss full inside me from one end and both Tiny's and the Oriental's having filled me through the other hole.

"Your trick needs to leave now so he asked if he could walk you to the toilet and just shoot a load in your panties. "Of course I said yes," Tom stated

I walked with Pudgy guy to the ladies room and when we got there he turned me towards him, lifted my skirt and stuck his already hard cock under my panties touching mine. He pushed me up against the wall holding my hands above my head and what seemed like a single motion he pumped away, leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth kissing me and shot a load on my dick at the same time.

Just as suddenly, he pulled out, stuck a dollar in my bra and walked away. I was stunned as I stood there with his cum against me and his tongue thought in my brain. I was now more ******** then earlier. More ******** then I could have imagined.

Pudgy man's spunk oozed on my dick, oh I'm not allowed to call mine a dick anymore. Tom told me a few minutes ago to refer to it as my 'clitty.' My ass was flooded with pee and cum. Even when I breathed through my nose I could smell the pissy breath inside my mouth. Shuddering from Pudgy guy's french kiss I opened the door to the ladies room.

On the mirror was a note from Tom saying,

"Sally, before you empty the toilet I want you to do the following. First, on the back of the door is a bag with a fresh pair of panties, a towel, perfume, hairbrush and lipstick. For being such a great whore I will give you a half hour before you must come out and finish the last half hour of usherette. Use the hourglass to time yourself. Don't proceed to the next step until the hourglass runs out. If you finish a task early, stand straight, feet together looking at yourself in the mirror.

Turn the 'hourglass now