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Forced To

By: mrfriction



Jason was done with me. My pussy was sore and wet from being fucked so hard. 

He said, " Charles is waiting for you." A massive black man walked into the room. At least six feet five, the muscular hulk at the foot of the bed was enormously erect. Feeling vulnerable, l pulled up the covers Jason and I had pushed to the side. 

"Don't try 'n' hide ya pussy-ass faggot." With that, Charles yanked the sheets off. I became acutely aware of my throbbing hole. I tried to sit up but Jason shoved me back. He held me there by the shoulders as Charles held open my ankles and knelt between my thighs. l felt his fingers slide across my sore hole. He easily slipped one in me. I gasped. He was finger-fucking my sore, wet hole and holding me down by the neck as I felt my body respond, trying to force the intrusion out. Grunting and moaning I pushed at Charles' chiseled chest. He chuckled and added a finger.

"Your pussy is so wet." My eyes watered from the intensity of the sensations as his thick fingers thrust in and out of me. 

"You have about the wettest, softest pussy I ever felt on a pussy-assed faggot. I can't wait another second to feel that juicy cunt stretched around my hard cock."

My wife hadn't wanted to swing. She said she didn't understand my need nor could she fill it. But today she agreed to meet the bi-curious couple in the ad. The "couple" turned out to be four guys, some photos, and a well-made soundboard. At first they tried to have us believe the girls were soon to return from a beer run. Jill smirked, "No girls, huh?" The guys sitting on either side of her had their hands all over her while she leaned back into the sofa grinning at me defiantly. Each guy had one of Jill's arms pinned straight out. They were kissing her neck while she gasped and moaned, their free hands were under her blouse. 

One guy, Jason, asked me if I wanted to see the rest of the house. I went with him leaving Jill giggling behind me. The place was huge. I soon found myself in the master bath. Jason asked me if I was into water sports, It had been a long time since I had considered being with a man but Jason was so cut. As I turned to leave, he encircled my waist with his bulging arm. He held me as he pushed his fingers against the back of my pants, against my asshole. I struggled to break free but he held tight shoving at my hole. 

"How's that pussy?" His words shocked me. His mouth was on my neck giving me a hickey. He squeezed my cock. 

"I'm going to suck you... then fuck you."

I pushed at him, tried to wriggle free. He was so strong- his muscles so hard. He slapped my face and hissed, "Don't want to get hurt, do ya, bitch?"

He pulled me close by the back of my neck. His mouth covered mine, his tongue stabbing at my closed lips. He squeezed my balls hard. When I gasped he shoved it in. He was massaging my crotch and tongue fucking my mouth. I was feeling sick inside. My cock was getting hard. Jason squeezed me and stroked me through my pants. My face was stinging from his stubble. With only one hand he had my pants open and suddenly he was on his knees. My cock was engulfed in hot, wet pleasure. The same mouth that had just been kissing me was now sucking me. Soon I was getting close. 

Jason reached over to some switches on the wall and a small monitor I hadn't noticed came on. The familiar sound of Jill cumming filled the room. She was now completely naked. One of the guys I had left her with knelt between her splayed thighs sucking her pussy while the other was kneading and sucking on her tits. They, also, weren't dressed. Jill was flushed and writhing; her mouth was open in the drawn-out, deep guttural moan of orgasm. She was pushing at the face in her crotch.

Jason kept working on me. He pulled some lube from a drawer and had it all over my cock, balls, and up my ass crack. He was fingering my hole, gently slipping the tip in and out. 

On the screen the tit man was holding Jill's arms over her head. The other fellow held Jill's legs open at the knees as he lined his fat cock up with her glistening wet pussy. Jill was wiggling her hips, "No...No mmmnuuh..." He sunk his cock into her. "Nuhh..." He was fucking her now. She was building toward another orgasm. I knew once she started cumming she would cum over and over. Jason, and the scene on the screen, had me on the verge of cumming, too. He sucked me masterfully. Just as I barely began to throb he would take his mouth off me, hold my cock by the base, and finger fuck my hole. I resisted cumming on his finger only. He was trying to queer me. It felt so good but I didn't want to be pussied while Jill was getting fucked out of her mind. I wanted to fuck my wife next, not join her taking a train. But Jason was playing me. He was making me feel things inside. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. First, his hot, wet mouth on my cock, then the butterflies in my belly until I was feeling sick with desire. 

He stripped us and we moved into the large shower area, with showerheads and hand held nozzles all around. Warm water hit us on all sides. Jason picked a nozzle from a clip on the wall. He directed the thin stream of water onto my anus. He pushed the slender nozzle into me. I felt the warm water rush into me, filling me. I couldn't hold it. Jason pulled the tube out and everything rushed out down the drain. He did that to me over and over until the water ran clear. "Now you're ready," his lubed finger was in me again, moving all around and in and out. 

"Push." I was grunting. I felt myself opening. Jason pulled me from the shower and toweled me off with a big, fluffy towel. Then, he made me dry him the same way. He led me to the bedroom and pushed me back onto the bed. My cock was in his mouth again, his finger slipped easily into my hole. Soon he had my cock twitching on the verge of orgasm again. He stopped, not touching my cock at all. All my nerves were tingling as Jason worked his middle finger all around, in and out of my hole. "I'm gonna make you cum like this." A shocking thrill went through me. "But you're gonna cum on my cock. I'm gonna fuck you 'till I make you cum." He lifted my legs behind the knees. I felt the head of his cock sliding in the groove of my slippery ass, then pressure on my yielding hole. "No, wait, " I gasped. I tried moving my hips but the hardness stayed centered, insistent. He had me pinned on my back. I tried to hold out - my hole gave way. Jason entered me. It hurt but waves of pleasure went through me as well. 

The sound of Jill's plaintive whimpering, coupled with male grunting, filled the room. I could tell the men owned Jill's pussy, her sexual response. Her whimpering grew into another drawn out moan- another orgasm. "Please, stop. No more, please. Unnhh..." They just kept fucking her.

Jason pulled out then plunged into me, stretching me. He kept moving his cock slowly out letting me push it out then thrusting into me- past me, spearing me. My response belonged to him. He was doing things to me inside. Intense feelings were building in me. Tingling spread from my belly every time he jammed his cock into me, hitting a certain spot inside. 

Jason groaned, "Oh, yeah. Your pussy is so sweet. So tight." He sped up, fucking me hard and fast. I was overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure. My grunting and gasping turned into one long, loud groan as my body responded, abdominals flexing, pushing. 

"You like cock in your pussy, don't you, bitch?" Jason forced himself into me, stretching me wide with the thick base of his throbbing cock. "Say it, bitch. Say 'I love cock in my pussy' ". He was grinding into me. My cock was hard and jerking as I began to cum, my sperm spurting onto my belly.

"Fuck my pussy," I moaned. "I love your cock in me, in my pussy. It's your's. It's your pussy." I came hard as Jason fucked me hard, slamming into me over and over- twisting his hips around, stretching me in every way. He fucked the orgasm right out of me. 

He slowed then. I whimpered as he lowered the full weight of his hot, sweating body on me and started kissing my face, gently moving his still-hard cock around in my wet and swollen, and sore pussy.

"So good. So wet." Jason's mouth covered mine, his tongue stabbed between my lips in sync with his cock stabbing into my body. Faster and harder he fucked me, my limp dick squished between our bellies. His whole body flexed, became hard. Shuddering, he slammed his cock all the way in me and held it there, throbbing his cum into me.

Jill's voice had become a continuous moaning yell of orgasm. As I lay under Jason with his softening cock still in me, I heard a knock on the door.

Charles said, "Your girl is hot. I've never seen a gal keep cummin' on a cock the way she does. Those boys are likin' having their cock in pussy like that. How long do ya think she can take it?" Charles had the knob end of his enormous cock nudging at my now very sore hole. He started leaning into me. I knew there was no stoppin him but he wouldn't fit. The pain got worse until, finally, the head popped in. I was stretched so wide. My eyes watered as I heard myself pleading for him to stop. 

"You'll be begging for more in a minute." He kept pushing deeper. My body's response was overwhelming. I was grunting so hard. My feet were tingling. He shoved all the way into me. I felt split, skewered. He slowly backed out. Warm relief spread over me then, he slammed back into me. I saw sparks before my eyes. Again. I never imagined anything like the feeling of being so fucked. My little limp dick flopped about, the center of sensation in my hole. Charles could see I was adjusting to his fat cock and so was fucking me harder and faster. The sheer animal force he was using on me, pounding into me, growling and grunting, left me feeling helpless and weak. Charles rolled out of me and onto his back. "Get up on this"; he waved his huge cock with his hand. I could see streaks of my wetness glistening on him. I straddled his waist with my thighs; his cock slapped the small of my back. I leaned forward putting my hands on the bed on each side of Charles' face. He leered up at me as he centered his pole at my hole. I moved my hips around savoring the delicious feeling of his fat cock-head sliding around on my stretched and sensitive opening. I leaned back pushing myself onto the soft head of his hard meat. Charles started groaning as I stretched my self over the end of his cock then pushed him out. My penis started getting hard again. I teased myself over the end of his cock for several minutes until, growling, he grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me down onto him, impaling me completely.

"Here, use this." Charles squirted lube on my little cock. "Cum on my cock." I started grinding my hips around on him while stroking my hard-on. Up and down I slid on his pole, fucking myself on him. I came with a shudder, dribbling onto Charles' tummy, writhing on his massive cock.

Charles tossed me off onto my back. He rolled on top of me. I raised my knees around his waist, offering myself to him. He was at me and in me right away like a beast. His arms scooped under me, holding me to him, hands cupping my shoulders. He was fucking me wildly, hitting bottom hard with every brutal stroke. It was thrilling to have him use me like that, helpless beneath him, feeling him growling against my chest. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on as he fucked me relentlessly. I couldn't help being loud.

Finally, after forcing me to peak after peak, I felt him stiffen. The sound he made was deep, animal, and frightening as he jammed into me and held it there. I felt his cock pulsing in my widened hole as he filled me with cum. He then pried me off of him, pulled out, and left me laying there, my hole throbbing with ache and emptiness, as a warm glow spread over me.

"Are you all right, honey?" I opened my eyes to Jill sitting, still naked, on the bed next to me. Her neck, shoulders, and breasts were covered in purple hickies. "I've been watching him fuck you for the last twenty minutes." 

I could feel my face get hot. "Are you ok? I watched how those guys made you cum," I said. "Over and over," 

Jill lowered her eyes. "I couldn't help it. They made me." She looked me in the eyes, searching. "Make love to me, Mike." 

(to be continued)

Forced To



It had been a week since I'd been in the store room. I'd taken off 2 shifts so I wouldn't have to see Cliff. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he must be thinking of me. How could I have let him humiliate me like that?

As much as I hated him for doing that to me, I couldn't get it out of my head. I was so constantly turned on by the mere thought of him cumin on my face that I was soaking wet all the time. 

The day I went back to work he was supposed to be off, so I felt ok about being there. He hadn't called or texted me in the last few days so I was pretty sure he was going to either have left it alone or been done with me. That thought was ok, but I really didn't like it. In my own mind, I wanted him to violate me again, and not just use my mouth this time.

I worked my shift and my boss Suzan asked me to go for a drink with her after we were done so I said ok.

We went up to the Wings place by work and were talking and drinking for about an hour, when I got a text. It was Cliff.

He apologized for not calling or texting the last few days and said he'd been busy with his girlfriend and couldn't slip away to say thanks. But that I was still on his mind.

I didn't know how to answer him, but for some reason, probably the alcohol I texted back that I couldn't stop thinking about him either. I hit send and wanted to take it back right away. But it was too late.

He texted back that he wasn't doing anything at the moment, did I want to meet him someplace? Before I even thought it through, I sent that I was out with Sue at the Wings place.

He sent back that he'd be there in about 10 minutes.

The butterflies started in my stomach and I wanted to throw up. How could I be so stupid? What was I going to say to him when he got there? I ordered to double shots of tequila and slammed them. Then another of whiskey. Sue asked me what was wrong? I told her that Cliff was coming there . She didn't see what the problem was. He'd been out for drinks with us before...

My head started to spin a bit faster and I explained to her what had happened the other day in the store room. She looked a little shocked but didn't call me down for what I'd done. What she did kind of shocked me.. She asked me what it was like??

I grinned and said the first thing that came to mind.. BIG.

She smiled and said she'd always wondered what he was like. I pulled out my phone and showed her the pic he'd taken.

She stared at it for a minute and looked at me and said, Damn! He really is huge.

She'd barely gotten that out of her mouth when we saw Cliff walk in with a couple of his friends. This was something I wasn't expecting. But I was more than a little excited to see him. I didn't know the guys he was with though and neither did Sue.

They came over to our table and sat down and introduced themselves and we all started talking. They kept buying Sue and me drinks for the next hour, till the bar closed. Then offered to take us to get something to eat. Sue said she had to get home and asked if I'd be ok? I told her I would text her when I got home. I was planning on leaving about the same time as her too, when Cliff asked me if I'd rather go back to his place for something to eat? 

I knew I was way too drunk to drive and was going to call my husband to come pick me up. This suggestion for some reason sounded like a better idea than that, not to mention it would save a lot of questioning from his as to why I'd spent so much money on alcohol. Then I'd have to explain that I didn't pay for it and he'd want to know who did and blah blah blah. 

I told him ok, sure but that I couldn't be out too late either. Because Joe and the kids were still home and I was only coming out for a drink with Sue. He said he'd make sure and take care of me and get me home after I'd finished. This made me feel better and by this time I'd gotten to know his friends too. Suzan was feeling reluctant to leave, she was really having fun too, but finally got up and left.

The rest of us left at the same time walking her out to her car. When she'd gone I got into Cliffs truck and he drove me back to his house. I remembered about his girlfriend as we pulled up and asked him about her. He said it was ok, she wasn't here and would be gone for the next couple of days so she wouldn't even know I'd been there.

I wasn't quite sure how to take that, but after a moment it didn't matter. His friends pulled up behind us and I was kind of surprised and asked him. Did you know they were going to be coming over too?

He said yeah, that he'd invited them to come with him. He laughed and winked when he said it, but I didn't quite get the joke. He has a bit of a quirky sense of humor sometimes, so I just laughed with him like I understood what he was talking about.

We went inside with his friends and sat in the living room. I found myself sitting on the couch between his friend Dave and James and for as big as the couch was the three of us were crowded pretty closely. I'm not a small woman and the two guys on either side of me were not only several inches taller than me but they were built like linebackers. 

We were all laughing and talking in just a few minutes and the alcohol finally caught up with me. I seemed to be watching myself sitting there talking and laughing. It didn't help there was a huge mirror on the wall across from us and I couldn't keep from looking at it.

I don't remember what we were talking about other than I was laughing and having a really good time and that I was starting to get very hot and sweating because of the body heat from the guys sitting next to me.

Someone commented that I looked really hot and I said I was feeling it and that I was making a puddle where I was sitting because of it. Thinking back on it now, I realize how it sounded and why it caused the reaction in them that it did. 

First James then Dave reached down between my legs and felt my pussy through my pants. I didn't know what to think, let alone say or do. I was so stunned by them doing this that I just let them feel me. Any other time I'd have screamed and ran away, but I was drunk and watching them do this to me in the mirror and it really excited me. It was like watching a porn and being able to feel it. I'd never had two guys playing with me before and it got me wet almost instantly.

Dave said, yeah she's wet as hell all right. I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs a bit more and let them do anything they wanted. I pretended to close my eyes and put my hands behind my head to support it. But I kept watching the mirror though the cracks of my eyes. 

Cliff walked around behind the couch and reached down and pulled my tank top up and off. This was going to be more than I was prepared for and I got really nervous and said something but didn't finish because suddenly my bra was being taken off and both guys started sucking and biting my nipples.

Have you ever had a nipple orgasm? I did right then. My hands moved from behind my head down to what I thought was my sides but I realized they were full of very hard very large cocks and I was massaging and squeezing them. Both guys unzipped their pants and let me pull their cocks out and stroke them. A few moments later Cliffs other friend was between my legs undoing my pants and pulling them down and off. I felt fingers go under my panties and start playing with my pussy and my clit. Then there were fingers inside me.

I got pulled forward more off the couch so that I was halfway off it with just my head against the back. I could see in the mirror still and was looking down and saw that Dave and James were both fingering my pussy. Then I felt fingers playing with my asshole. This scared me more than a little, I had the feeling these guys were going to do me in every hole they wanted to and not give me any choice in the matter.

The next few minutes were a blinding orgasm. I can't even describe how big it was. I thought I was going to pass out. The next thing I remember was being pulled up and set down on my knees and having a huge black cock forced into my mouth. 

I looked up to see all four guys standing around me looking down and stroking their cocks expectantly. I took turns sucking each of them and stroking the others with both of my hands. This went on for a while and they were all rock hard and saying they wanted more of me by the time I got pulled up.

Cliff was behind me and he bent me over and plunged his huge cock into my pussy. I expected it to hurt a lot more than it did. He's the biggest I've ever had inside me. But I was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said this white girl is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. James said, give it to her in that big ass and let see if we can make her squeal for us. Cliff laughed again and asked me if I'd like that? I actually said yeah I would. He told me to tell him to fuck my ass. I looked into the mirror and told him to shove that big black cock of his in my ass and make me squeal.... Please???

This was so erotic, I couldn't believe I was actually saying that. Especially in a room full of guys that I didn't know. Cliff pulled his cock out of my pussy and I felt the tip pushing against my asshole, then there was an explosion of pain as he penetrated me. I let out what was more of a squeal than a scream, which made all the guys laugh. Before I could make any more sound someone grabbed me by the hair on the sides of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. I heard him say, that should quiet our little piggy down a bit.

After that they all took turns on me, first having me suck their cocks then violating my ass or pussy till I couldn't stay standing. Then James sat on the couch and told me to straddle him and sit down. As I did this he positioned his cock. The moment I sat down I felt his cock plunge deep in my ass. I hadn't been expecting that and let out a whimper. Before I could do anything else he told Dave to fuck my pussy now. He didn't even hesitate. Now I had two huge black cocks pumping both my holes. I thought they were going to tear me in half! I started to orgasm and the more I did, the more I was grinding on their cocks. That only made them fuck me harder in turn making me orgasm more.

They stopped long enough to pull out of me and trade me off to the other two guys and it started all over again. They stopped again and when I was traded this time they turned me around so that I was facing Cliff as he fucked my pussy and his other friend, I keep trying to remember his name, but anyway, he started fucking me in the ass again. James stood up on the couch and grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock back into my mouth. Dave climbed up on the other side of me and pulled my hand over to his cock and had me stroke him while watching me getting fucked in the ass and pussy and my mouth. 

I could see the two in front of me looking at the mirror and grinning . They were saying something but I couldn't hear what because the blood was rushing so loudly in my ears and the sound of my own moaning was too loud.

I couldn't concentrate at all on anything for what seemed like hours, I kept getting fucked but traded off several times sucking James then the other guy. 

Then I heard Cliff grunt and say I'm cumin in that white pussy of yours and I felt his load deep inside of me, Dave groaned and said ah yeah, how bout a load of nigga cum up that big white ass of yours?

That must have done it, because James and the other guy grabbed my hair and jerked my head back and stroked themselves off the rest of the way and both of them came on my face and in my mouth.

I could hear them both laughing as they did that and saying that I really was the kind of white girl who loved getting gang fucked by nigga's. This was gonna be a great video.

That brought me up short. What video? I tried to open my eyes and see them, but my face was covered with so much of their jizz that I couldn't. I started to ask what they were talking about when someone shoved something in my face and told me to wipe it off, because they were done and I needed to clean up.

I started wiping my face off and swallowed the cum in my mouth and was finally able to open my eyes and see them. I felt Dave pull out of my ass and then I got up off of Cliff. I couldn't stand up so I sort of flopped down on the couch next to him and finished wiping the jizz off my neck and chest.

Cliff asked me if I was ok?

I didn't quite know how to answer him. My ass was on fire and my pussy ached and my jaw had been stretched to the point I thought it was dislocated. I couldn't move my legs and my arms were rubber. I had never orgasmed so much in my entire life, combined. And now I was sitting on a couch totally naked after having been gangbanged by four brothers. Making me a white Ho like they'd called me. I felt totally humiliated and ashamed and violated and at the same time I was totally turned on by that fact. That made it worse and I wanted more and never wanted to see any of them again. I couldn't decide what, at the moment I just wanted to run away and hide in my house. But then they all started to help me get my clothes back together and even helped me put them back on.

I wanted to hate them and now they were being so nice to me and talking to me like I was a good friend and just being so damn polite! What was all the fat white girl crap all about?? 

I got finished dressing and Cliff even went into the kitchen and made us all something to eat. I was afraid to talk to the guys around me or ask them what had just happened. It might have just been in my imagination except for the fact that I hurt all over and wasn't able to sit because my ass was still on fire.

After I finished eating I had Cliff drive me home and that's when I looked at my watch. Oh my God! It was almost 5 in the morning. How was I gonna explain why I was getting home so late!? 

He parked out in front of my house and kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my breast and said, I'll send you the disk tomorrow. good night. and then he drove away.



Forced to All-Fours



Gwen was feeling really tired after an exhausting day of volleyball practice. All around her people were milling towards the multiple exit doors around her; she weakly pushed past them all to get to her locker. When she finally made it to there, she found she was the only person in the aisle except for Brooke. 

"Hi Brook!" Gwen tried to say as cheerfully as she could, despite her tiredness.

"Oh! Hi Gwen! Just the person I was looking for," Brooke said as she closed her locker.

"Well, you found me," Gwen said, opening her locker.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place?" Brooke asked.

"Aw, thanks Brooke, but I'm really tired, and I just kinda want to collapse," Gwen said, stuffing her books in her locker.

"That's ok! Tomorrow is Spring Break! You can rest for the next two weeks! Please!! I really wanted to show you something," Brooke begged.

"Fine, I guess I could last the rest of the day," Gwen sighed. 

"Yay! Alright, my mom is waiting outside, she said she would drive you home with us," Brooke said, dragging Gwen along.

"Uh, okay..." Gwen said, just going along, slowly dazing off.

"Don't fall asleep yet, silly! We're gonna have such a fun night!" Brooke told her as they hopped in her mini van.

"I'll try my best," Gwen whispered as she fell asleep on the ride there.

--

"We're here!" Brooke said as she shook Gwen awake.

"Huh?? Oh, cool," Gwen mumbled as she sat up.

"Let's go!" Brooke yelled behind her as she ran to the front door of the house.

Gwen stumbled out of the minivan and went through the front door into Brooke's home. They ran up the stairs and turned a right into Brooke's room. It was pretty big for a bedroom, in fact, it used to be the master bedroom. It had a queen sized bed in the center, two walk in closets on the side walls, and and a window seat on the opposing wall. Gwen had always been jealous of Brooke's room. On her bed was a golden retriever lazily napping, oh how Gwen envied him right now. But it was short lived, because Brooke shooed the dog out of the room after the entered. Gwen sat on Brooke's bed while Brooke went to one of her closet and opened it up. 

"So what was so important I had to come over today? Gwen said with a yawn.

"I need you," Brooke said from inside her closet, "to help me with a little fashion advice."

Brooke stepped outside and held up three different gorgeous dresses.

"OMG! Are those your prom dresses?" Gwen gasped as she sat up.

"You know it girl! I just narrowed it down to these three, but I can't decide which one of them to wear, I was hoping you could help me," Brooke said and flourished the gowns in the air proudly.

"Of course! You know how much I love picking out dresses, hmmmm, but it is a tough decision," Gwen said, trying to decide.

The three dresses were red, pink and blue. The red was long with lots of ruffles. The pink was short and sassy, with a large ribbon disguised as an extended seam flap. Last was the blue, it was short on one side, but slowly lengthened on the other side until it reached the ground. It had embedded crystals running down it like a sash and latticed sleeves. 

"What do you think?" Brooke asked after a while.

"Wow, this is really hard, but I think I'd go with the blue one," Gwen said, sliding off the bed to touch it.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, it just seems kinda special." Brooke said, admiring it in Gwen's hands.

"Girls! Dinner's here, come down and get it!" Brooke's mom yelled from downstairs.

"Thanks Mom! We'll be down in a second!" Brooke yelled back as she put the dresses back in the closet and ran downstairs with Gwen close behind.

"Dinner is Chinese food tonight, sorry your father and I won't be able to eat with you, but we have to hurry and catch our flight to Miami." Brooke's mom said, buttoning up her coat.

"I didn't know you were leaving Mrs. Cleare," Gwen said confused.

"Brooke didn't mention it? Well, I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am you are staying with her until we get back after Spring Break, you have always been so responsible." Brooke's mom finished her coat and grabbed her suitcase.

"Honey! I'm coming!" she yelled to the car outside as she ran through the rain to reach it.

Gwen watched through the open doorway as they drove away through the storm. She closed the door and looked to see where Brooke was. Brooke was grabbing both containers of food and climbing back up the stairs, waving at her to come on with a mouth full of noodles.

"I didn't know your parents were leaving," Gwen said as she reached the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you," Brooke said, in between bites.

"But I told my parents I was only spending the night!" Gwen said exasperated and frustrated.

"Calm down girl, I know that, you don't have to stay for two weeks, I just really wanted to stay home alone, so I told my parents you were coming over, it's the only reason they let me stay," Brooke said, stating it like it was so simple.

"But I didn't want to be caught up in this, that's not fair," Gwen pouted.

"Don't worry, you just need to come over when they get back and they'll think you stayed the entire time, now let's get back to the dresses," Brooke stated.

"Fine...I guess what they don't know can't hurt them," Gwen reluctantly agreed.

"Exactly." Brooke said.

--

"Now we need to decide on necklaces," Brooke said, pulling out yet another large container.

"Ok..." Gwen mumbled barely awake.

They had been going through different prom materials for two hours, and Gwen was barely hanging on to wakefulness.

"I think you should try on this one," Brooke said as she forcefully clasped something on Gwen's neck.

"Woah! Wait! I can put it on myself, geese!" Gwen sat up, grabbing at the necklace.

That was funny, it didn't feel like any necklace she had ever worn. It was thick, leathery, and the only thing metalic was a metal ring with a tag attached. Getting worried, Gwen felt around the necklace, trying to find a release clasp, but the only thing she could find was a small padlock on the back. It was so tight it felt like it should be choking her, but it was just flush with her neck skin. Gwen stopped feeling and ran over to the vanity mirror on the wall. This was not a necklace. It was a collar. A thick, leather dog collar, with the word Bitch engraved on the tag. 

"What!?!? Holy shit!?!? I--I, what the fuck, why did you just put a dog collar on me!?!" Gwen screamed through the tears of disbelief.

"Because Bitch, you are now my puppy," Brooke smiled as she held something in her hand.

"Wtf!! What does that mean?? This doesn't make any sense!!?!?!" Gwen sobbed.

"Don't worry Bitch, it will soon, very soon." Brooke said as she pushed the button she was holding.

A wave of pain struck Gwen's body as the collar lit up with electricity and pulsed into her veins. Gwen fell straight to the floor with a thud, no longer able to control her body. For a few moments she flickered in and out of consciousness, then she fell asleep. 

--

"Wake up Bitch! Good girl!"

Gwen woke up on the floor, with Brooke leaning over her. She couldn't move at all, except for her head, but only barely. She saw it was still dark outside, so she couldn't have slept long. And her body certainly didn't feel any better. It was only after noticing this, did she realize how cold she was. In fact, she was naked. Completely and utterly nude, well, except for her collar. Brooke was standing over her with some sort of elastic suit in one hand, and that cursed button in the other hand. Gwen tried as hard as she could to get up, but all she could manage was a weak shift.

"Now, now, Bitch, don't try to get up now, you need to get dressed first," Brooke said as she started to stretch the suit over Gwen's body.

The inside was a slick, elastic substance that was smooth as it moved across her skin, but stuck to it once it stopped moving. The outside was a brown, furry skin that looked remarkably well like a dog's hide. It only had three holes in it, one was obviously for her head, but the other two she couldn't tell. As Brooke slowly adjusted her body into the suit she suddenly realized what it was. It was a pet slave skin. A suit made to make your pet slave look more like a dog. Her theory was reinforced as Brooke bent her arms, putting her elbows into the sleeves; and for her legs, that part was difficult. Her feet were pulled back until they touched her but cheeks, they were then inserted into the suit, and forcibly pressed into the but skin, bending her toes almost to touch her back. Brooke seemed to be done as she zipped it up in the back and attached another small padlock to the zipper. Gwen was now on her elbows and knees, but unable to stay upright due to her lack of muscle control. So Brooke picked up the small girl and placed her horizontally with stomach on a chair. Gwen felt even more helpless now. her elbow arms hung off the side and her knee legs hung off the other side. Brooke then grabbed a mask looking thing off her dresser and walked over to Gwen's helpless puppy form.

"See this Bitch? This cost me a pretty penny, it looks just like an ordinary dog head, but it is so much more. This is designed for extremely long time use, the jaw and mouth open and stick to your exact jaw and mouth: that way you can eat with it on. And the ears fit over your ears, and nose over your nose. Except the outside looks like a dog face, pretty cool huh? And here's the best part, see this string?"

She pointed to a string attached the corner of the mouth that had a sort of deflated circle attached to it.

"That string will go down your throat and that circle will inflate down there. It will form a small ring that will stick to the side of your trachea. Quite painful at first, but once you get used to it, you won't notice it at all. Except...it does take your ability to talk away. Only barks for my little Bitch."

Panicked, Gwen brought movement to her limbs, swinging them from side to side, but found to her horror that the suit combined with the chair prevented her from escape.

"Awww, Bitch found her movement again? Too bad she's a puppy now."

But as Brooke brought the mask over to her, Gwen found she could talk again.

"PLEASE BROOKE!! Please don't do this, I don't know why you're doing this, but please stop, something is wrong with you, you've gone crazy!"

"Aw, Bitch, nothing is wrong with me, it is you who is broken. But don't worry I will fix you. You will become what you were always meant to be, a puppy. My Bitch."

And with that, Brooke pushed the button again and Gwen went limp, but the charge wasn't as strong as before. Gwen was able to watch as Brooke slipped the mask over her face, felt the elastic stick to her every feature. And felt the muted pain as the string snaked down her throat and attached itself. The pain suddenly grew as it expanded and her body shook in violent waves as her nerves were jolted back into movement. For several seconds the agony shook her and the chair, but then it slowly died down. Until all Gwen felt was a slight rasp as she breathed through her mouth. 

"Sorry about that Bitch, but it had to be done, what good is a puppy if it can talk like a human? Oh, and if you were wondering, it is permanent. I couldn't find anything temporary, but that's good! Cause now you'll be my puppy forever!"

Once she heard the word permanent, Gwen went into shock, she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Why? But, she didn't have long to think, as Brooke walked over to her with a large furry tail and some sort of can. 

"Now, as you obviously know, girls have three holes," Brooke said as she wrested the jar open, "the pussy, the asshole, and that small one in between. This, is your new tail, and this is perma-glue. As you have noticed, you have three holes left in your suit. The one for your pussy will remain open at all times, like all bitches are. The one for your ass will also. But one for that other hole is about to be closed. Permanently, of course."

And as Brooke lathered the tail end in glue, Gwen screamed out in horror, finding she could scream...

"STopppp...arf!! Bark! Bark! Arf! Arf!??"

"Good Bitch, bark for your new Mistress! Bark Bitch!" Brooke yelled as she forced the tail into Gwen's hole. 

"ARF! Arooooo!! Bark bark!"

As Brooke worked the slippery tail into her hole, Gwen struggled to free herself from the chair by rocking it, but it was no use, as Brooke held her back down with her other hand. Gwen heard a loud POP! as the enlarged end sunk into her hole, and the tail flopped down. 

"That was harder than I thought, but now let's see what good the extra features I paid for do."

Brooke pulled out a different remote control from the collar's one, and pushed a large red button. Immediately Gwen's ass started to swell as the bulbous end of the tail inside her started to expand.

"Ruff! Ruff! Bark! Bark!" Gwen screamed.

"I'm sorry it hurts puppy, but we have to make sure you will never lose your tail," Brooke sympathized, stroking Gwen's head.

The bulb suddenly stopped swelling, but Gwen's ass was still incredibly sore and swollen after all this torture. It was in the middle of all this pain, that Gwen felt a peculiar feeling inside her ass as it felt like small pins were sticking her from the inside.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!"

"Oh, you must feel the pins Bitch, it will stop soon. What they are doing is actually quite incredible, I couldn't believe it when I heard it. Those pins are sticking out of the end of your tail into your flesh and attaching themselves to your nerve endings. Once connected, they will be able to measure your ass muscles so acutely that you will be able to wag your tail just by different clenches." Brooke said with a wicked smile.

"This is going to be so fun, I've dreamed of this moment for forever, and now it's finally come true. My girlfriend is going to be so proud of me. She was the one that interested me in pet play. I was hooked since she told me the first word, and now, I have a pet of my own. Yay!" Brooke laughed as she stroked Gwen's back.

Gwen felt ashamed at how good the stroking felt. The suit seemed to please her skin whenever it was petted, as the material smoothly slid when moving. But it stuck tightly to her when it was not moving. Gwen shuddered to think of how it would feel to be smacked in the suit, the suit sticking into the cracks of her skin. She was still trying to understand how this was happening but the constant pain flowing from every body part made it impossible to think.

"Well Bitch, I am finished, are you ready to see your new body? I hope you are, because you'll be living in it for the rest of your life." Brooke said as she lifted Gwen off the chair and placed her on top of her bed, at a point she could look in the mirror.

--

Gwen couldn't move. Gwen couldn't think. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her beautifully shaped skinny, curvy 18 year old body wasn't looking back at her in the mirror. Nothing seemed to remain of that Gwen. In her place was a small, brown puppy. It had a round head, with small ears and snout. It's front legs were a little chunky, but nothing beyond normal of such a small dog as this; and it's paws were small and cute. It's back arched downwards in a sexy way, it's its stomach was completely flat. It's back legs were also chunky, and the paws a bit bigger, but still, nothing unusual. It had a cute, tight little ass with a perfectly sized tail flowing out. In fact, the only thing slightly odd were the pale, pinkish color of its wide pussy lips. But one could only see them if the puppy was on it's back. The same went for its pale asshole, but it was so small, and hidden by the encircled fur, that one had to look very close to see it. In all ways, the form in front of her looked exactly like a puppy dog. Except she was the dog. As she moved her head to look at the mirror, the dog's head moved. And as she tried to walk on her elbows and knees, the dog's legs moved. It was only after she noticed her virgin pussy sticking out of the suit, did she collapse on the bed and start to cry.

"There there Bitch, don't cry, it's not the end of the world, it's the start of a new one. No longer do you have to worry about being judged as a teenage girl. Now, you won't have to worry at all, never again. I am now your Mistress. I will take care of you. From now on till forever, I will rule you. And you will serve me in payment of my love and generosity towards you." Brooke said as she cupped Gwen's face in her hands.

"Now only one loose end to tie up," Brooke said as she went to the pile of Gwen's clothes in the corner.

She sorted through the pile until she grabbed Gwen's shorts and reached into her pocket. Her hand soon came out with a cell-phone. 

"Now, I'll just text your parents that you have decided to run away, and your old self will be history." Brooke said, typing away at the screen.

"There, now they'll look for you for a couple months, but once they realize they can't find you, then they'll just give up and move on," Brooke said with a nasty smile, "and you will be mine."

"Alright, enough moping around, we need to get rid of your old clothes and phone."

Brooke sat up off the bed and went to her dresser to grab a long leather cord. She put one end of it on around her wrist and the other she clipped on Gwen's collar. Gwen's head shot up off of the blanket she had been crying into when she heard the click of the leash attaching to her collar. She was immediately choked as Brooke yanked on the collar and pulled Gwen to the floor. Gwen gasped for air as her neck throbbed for the intense pain. 

"Get up Bitch! It's time for you to learn how to walk."

Gwen slowly managed to stand up on all-fours and wobbled before a few seconds before falling back down on her side. 

"Bad girl! Bad girl! Do not disobey Mistress, never!" Brooke commanded as she walked over to Gwen and slapped her ass.

"Arrrrrrrr!! Arf arf!" Gwen squealed from the pain.

"And that's only the beginning of what happens to bad puppies," Brooke said.

Gwen felt the slap still on her skin, just as she predicted, the suit stuck to the indentation of her red skin and only aggravated it further. It would take several minutes before the hand print left her ass. But Gwen only let the pain encourage her to stand up and stay up this time. She pushed herself up and tried with all her strength to stay standing. This time she managed it. She found she had to put equal amounts of her weight on all four of her new legs. 

"Good Bitch! Now walk towards Mistress."

Gwen confidently moved her knees forward just like she'd done a million times during human walking. But that technique didn't work so well in dog walking. No sooner had her knee move when she stumbled forward, and trying to stop her fall with her elbows, sprawled herself flat at the feet of Brooke.

"Sigh, you have disappointed me Bitch. I guess I will have to punish you harder if you are to ever learn."

Thinking she was about to be painfully slapped again, Gwen quickly rolled onto her back to protect her ass. Instead, she felt a smooth ball slip into her now exposed pussy. Yelping, she righted herself and tried to bend her neck to see what had been slipped in her pussy. It was no use, she couldn't even try to see her pussy, and besides, she started to feel and know what it was.

"Now pet, you better hurry, I'm keeping my finger on the inflate button until you walk all the way to the door."

Gwen hurriedly put her elbow and knee first, then switched to the opposite side, and kept switching, using a crawl like pattern. She kept this up, carefully balancing herself while walking; but this became increasingly harder as the ball inside her kept expanding and stretching out her pussy. By the time she reached the door, she had to fall on her back as ball was pushing her legs apart and stretching her pussy upwards in a dome like fashion. She brought her chin to her stomach and looked down at her pussy, able to see in now, not only because she was on her back, but because it had stretched so high up. 




Forced to All-Fours Pt. 02



"Wake up Bitch! Today is a big day, today is your first full day as my puppy!" Brooke said as she stretched her arms above her head and moaned from excitement.

Gwen looked up from her cage next to Brooke's queen sized bed and tried as best as she could to maneuver into a more comfortable position. But that was quite difficult when one could only use elbows and knees, plus her tail kept getting in the way. And, of course, her leash was tied to one of the bed's posts; preventing her from tossing with ease. She really only had the choice between sleeping on her back, with her pussy to the sky, or sleeping on top of her already sore breasts. 

Brooke had told her she would be able to sleep in a dog bed once she proved she could be trusted, and after that, she would be able to sleep at the end of Brooke's bed, next to her feet. But Brooke had also let her know what would happen if she was a naughty puppy. She would have to in the dog house with the golden retriever, at least until she had a dog house of her own. That was the thought that scared her the most, she prayed as hard as she could Brooke had not thought about putting her and the retriever together. For it was no longer a question of if Brooke would go that far, she had proven she had no boundaries, Gwen's only hope was that there were some ideas Brooke wouldn't think of. 

She perked up once again as she felt her cage opening by Brooke's hand. Brooke gently guided Gwen out of her enclosure and allowed her to stretch what she could as Brooke untied the leash from the bed. She then straightened up and led a wobbling Gwen out of her room and down the stairs. As they passed by the fireplace Gwen cast a sad glance over to where her clothes and phone had been burned. No trace of her clothes remained, but Gwen had a sudden spark of hope as her charred cell phone could be seen among the ashes! Now maybe that would give her parents a clue if they came over here to look for her, but Gwen quickly turned away and kept up with Brooke to prevent her from spotting it. 

It was only as they walked into the kitchen that Gwen realized just how famished she was. The last time she had eaten was yesterday at lunch, because Brooke had paralyzed her with that collar shocker before she was able to eat her noodles. Now as she walked into the modern themed kitchen she hungrily wondered what Brooke would give her to eat, probably some cereal and laugh as she tried to eat it on the floor. She didn't care though, she was too hungry to care right now. 

Brooke first led her to the large dining room adjoining the kitchen and tied her leash to one of its heavy oaken legs. She then left for the kitchen, leaving Gwen on her own, at least for a little while. Not being able to really do anything, Gwen tried to sit down for the first time, instead of lying down, but it proved more difficult than she expected. When she sat down her ass rim touched the cold tile floor, and almost seemed to stick to them; and that wasn't all, her tail was in the way, which prevented her from sitting flat, as her tail had to stick out behind her. 

She did discover the tail worked just like Brooke had promised, every small twitch in her hole turned her tail wherever she pleased. But, when she sat down on it, a slight twinge of pain stuck her in her hole, and she realized her tail was now a part of her, it would feel pain just like the rest of her, except it wouldn't get hurt, it would just hurt her. Once she got used to it though, the sitting wasn't half as bad, it wasn't even hard to keep her balance, as she was practically kneeling with her legs pressed together as they were inside the suit. 

And as she sat, she became bored and looked around at Brooke's dining room. The table her leash was tied to was a large oaken dining table that could probably seat thirty people, the tile on the floor was cut to appear as wooden planks, and the walls were covered in beautifully painted scenery with exquisite picture frames. There were no windows, but the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling created the illusion of unlacking sunlight. Gwen was in awe by the expense of it all, she had always known Brooke's family was well off, not poor like her's, but it appeared as if Brooke's family was a little better than just well-off, and by the looks of their dining room, a lot better than well-off. 

"Alright now pet, I have made you a delicious breakfast, but first, I need to tell you a few rules that you must obey as my puppy," Brooke said as the door swung open and she walked in barefoot with her short, silken robe. 

"Rule #1, you must always greet me with a happy bark whenever I enter the room, understand?" 

Gwen nodded her head, but quickly barked a quick yelp as she saw the fury in Brooke's eyes.

"Good Bitch, now Rule #2, you are no longer a human, therefore, you will not act like a human, no more nodding or any other sign languages human's use. You are a dog, you must communicate like dog's do, you must use different barks to express different emotions and needs, and if that fails you must lead me to whatever you are trying to tell me, understand?"

"Bark!" Gwen said with an inner cringe, she despised being this humiliated, but she didn't want to get hurt anymore.

"Yes Bitch! That's it! Now you're getting the hang of it, and now for Rule #3, you must always eat my pussy before you eat any meal, your hunger for food will hopefully inspire you to make me orgasm every time." Brooke said with a sadistic smile, she had never felt so good, these two weeks would be the best in her life, she would orgasm like she never had before.

Gwen was startled with Rule #3, she had known Brooke was a lesbian for a long time, but never thought she would use her to pleasure herself. Brooke proved how serious she was by sitting down at the head of the table, right next to Gwen, and pulling Gwen's leash under the tablecloth. It was darker under the tablecloth, but light enough to see Brooke's white robed legs spread apart, revealing a smooth, pinkish pussy. Gwen was frozen, this was going too far, all the pet stuff seemed to be too weird to be true, but this was real. She had never eaten another girl's pussy. Nobody had ever even eaten hers; she had no clue what to do, and she didn't want to. She didn't want to lick that wet thing, even if it was kinda cute. She had no intentions of messing with her sexual orientation before her parents arrived to save her from this nightmare. But she didn't have much of a choice, as Brooke pulled the leash inward. 

Although she was wearing the dog mask, it clung so close to her face it felt as if she wasn't wearing one at all. Both her nose and mouth were inside Brooke's vagina, and Gwen tried to pull back to breathe, but Brooke's tight hold on her leash stopped her. She managed to lean her head up enough to get fresh air into her lungs, while she wiggled her tongue around, trying to tell what pleased Brooke. She was answered by several moans as she pushed her tongue in deeper, so she took a deep breath and dived in.

Ooooh!! This was amazing!! Her girlfriend had tried to eat her pussy before, but Gwen was by far the most talented. Brooke was proud she had made the right selection. OOOO!! It felt so fucking good!! She pulled Gwen's leash in tighter, and felt her squirm under her. She had always had a crush on Gwen, she was such a cute petite girl. She would always watch with envy as Gwen's boyfriends would brush their hands through her raven black hair, and grab her tight rounded ass. Brooke wanted more than anything to feel that dark hair, and touch that cute ass. 

But as the weeks turned into months, and the months into years, her crush manifested into something far more. No longer did she just want to touch Gwen, she wanted to own Gwen. Thinking she was crazy, Brooke had searched online for this desire she was feeling. Then she came across pet slavery. And everything changed. This was exactly what she wanted, she wanted Gwen to become her puppy. Her pet. Her bitch. For months she dove into the world of bdsm, exploring every aspect, and eventually searching non-consensual slavery. 

She knew Gwen would never consent to being her pet slave in a million years, but she didn't have to agree in the beginning. She reasoned out if she could get Gwen to accept being her pet eventually, then the legalities would work out. She just had to think of some master plan to make everything fall into place, it would have to be sheer brilliance, and must work, or she would be prosecuted for sure. But Brooke wasn't afraid, she had a plan. Making her disappear would be easy, people went missing all the time, all she had to do was wait that out until the media moved on to a different story. Besides, Gwen's parents wouldn't be able to afford a large search. 

Turning her into the puppy would be the difficult part, so she did her research. Since her parents were practically rich, she had her own credit card, with hardly a limit. She bought the dog suit from a sythetical taxidermist that made great look alikes. She then sent it to a kinky seamstress that was glad to offer her talents for the right price. The tail was a simple tail plug on Amazon, but the end was a specialized part from Japan. Japan always had the latest kinkiest porn toys. The shocker collar was also bought from Amazon, but the head mask was the hardest to find. After all, it had to be perfect, Brooke was aiming for total perfection. Once she was done, she hoped no one would be able to tell the difference between Gwen and any other dog. 

But the human head is very different from a dog head. The mask had to redistribute her features to make them dog like, but she wanted it to be close enough to her skin for her to feel like she wasn't wearing a mask. Her luck came around when she found an old time play wright selling stage masks of animals that were worn by humans. After she contacted him, and gave him the right price, he was very happy to provide a specialized human dog mask. But she wasn't done, she wanted to discourage Gwen from ever wanting to escape, so she had to make something permanent. Something that she wouldn't be able to take off, like a suit. She had to take away Gwen's voice. Permanently. 

This was her crudest deed, but she was certain it would work. After researching the human vocal cords, she found just a small bit of scarring would render them useless. They just weren't meant to be tampered with. So that's what she planned to do. It was a very delicate situation, she pulled a few strands of flash paper into a sort of ring and tied a copper string to it. If all went as planned, the copper would carry a small charge of electricity from the collar down to the flash paper and burn Gwen's vocal cords beyond repair. It would be insanely painful, but pain would not get in the way of Brooke now. She was so close to obtaining her dream, her fantasy. And the best part of it was, it could actually work.

And here she was, sitting like a queen on her throne, with Gwen vivaciously eating her pussy, and everything going exactly to plan. Gwen was in her suit, her parent thought she had run away, and her own parents wouldn't be back until two weeks. She would have smiled, if her mouth wasn't open from ecstasy. OOOOHHHHHH!! OH SHIT!! OH, OH FUCK!! YESSSSS!! Brooke screamed with joy as wrapped her legs around Gwen's head and pulled her in as close as she could. And with a yelping shriek, Brooke hit orgasm and drowned Gwen in her sweet pussy juices. 

Brooke finally released Gwen as she slumped in her chair and leaked all over the tile floor. Gwen crawled away from her and desperately glugged down pussy fluids in attempt to breathe. She helplessly wagged her elbows in front of her, trying to reach her face to wipe off the sticky liquids. But as the paws couldn't reach her face, she was forced to drink and wipe what she could on the side of her arm. Once she had accomplished as much as she could, she crawled out from under the table and looked up at Brooke. 

Brooke was heaving in heavy gasps of air as her breasts moved up and down due to her robe having slipped off in the passion. Gwen felt so ashamed and dirty; she felt so...used... She had never felt like this before, she slowly curled up in a small ball and started to cry. Brooke's breathing started to slow down, and she opened up her eyes like she was waking up from a wonderful dream. But looking down on her wet body, a smile flickered on her face as she was reassured this was no dream. She quickly wrapped her robe around her again, and got up from the table. 

She saw Gwen curled up on the ground and sat down next to her, and stroked her back. Slowly, she cupped Gwen's crying face in her hands and pulled off her mask. Gwen was so startled she stopped her tears. It was then that Brooke passionately brought her mouth together with Gwen's and began to violently kiss her. Both of them gasped for air in between kisses as they lovingly smothered each other in love. And then, Brooke realized it. Gwen was kissing back.



Forced to All-Fours



"Bark! Bark! Moannn..." Gwen begged as it continued to expand.

"Good girl! It seems you can accomplish anything with the right persuasion," Brooke said as she stopped pressing the button.

The ball stopped expanding and started to compress, giving Gwen a wave of relief from the pain. She leaned her head back and surprisingly, stuck out her tongue and panted from the exhaustion. The mask apparently kept all heat from escaping, so she was forced to open her mouth whenever she wanted it to cool down. She felt Brooke's cool fingers as they reached into her pussy and pulled out the ball. She looked around until she saw Brooke grab her old clothes and phone, and pull the leash out the door. Gwen quickly lept to her feet and walked behind her, trying to keep up with Brooke's speed. She pretty much slid down the stairs when they came to them, and she madly scrambled to not get choked as Brooke pretty much ran to the living room. Brooke finally stopped in front of the fireplace and opened the screen. Gwen plopped down on the bear rug, panting from the brief run. It was only after she heart the crackling of sticks did she realize in horror that Gwen was throwing her old clothes and phone into the roaring fire. As the hungry flames devoured the dry items, Gwen's heart abandon every hope of returning to her old life. It seemed that with every lick of fire burning up her old belongings, her old self burned up too. It all seemed too real now. She was now a puppy. Her name was now Bitch.



Forced To Be A Sex Slave Ch. 01



I sit in the food court of the local shopping mall, looking for just the right woman, slim, slender, between the ages of 18 & 24, and, must be wearing a skirt.

I sit there for a few more minutes, when, I spot her, standing there with her friends, she's perfect, she's wearing a very tight fitting mini skirt, she's about 5'10, with a very nice b cup chest, I'm guessing, with long blonde hair, and wearing a pink tank top and pink floral print mini skirt.

I wait for her to separate from her friends, and stand in line at the pizza stand.

I walk up to her, feeling nervous, but, I get my courage up.

"Hi, let me buy you a slice of pizza." I say.

"No thanks, besides, I have a boy friend, so, back off, old man!" She replies.

"I'm sorry for offending you, just thought I'd be nice, I actually have a business proposal for you."

"Look, asshole, I'm not a prostitute, so, fuck off, or, I'll yell for security."

"I don't think you're a prostitute, and, I don't want you yelling for security, I was hoping you'd let me buy the dirty panties that you're wearing, I'll pay any price you ask."

"Oh my fucking God! You're a fucking pervert! You want to buy the panties I'm wearing? You sick fuck! Get the fuck away from me! I have pepper spray, so, go the fuck away."

I walk away from her, feeling kind of dejected.

I sit back down, hoping to find someone as perfect as she was, when I'm shocked to see her walking towards my table.

"Ok, look, asshole, I'll sell my panties to you, it'll be $75, these are Victoria's Secret, they aren't cheap, you still want to buy them?"

"Yeah, I still want them, how about your bra?"

"You want my bra, too?"

"If you're willing to part with them both."

"Oh my fucking God! Fine! My bra and my panties, since you're such a fucking pervert, for them both I want $200, can you pay that, pervert?"

"Yes, I can pay that, I have the cash on me right now."

"Ok, I can slide my panties off here at the table, but, I'll have to go to the ladies room to take my bra off, want me to slide my panties off now?"

"Yes, please."

She slides her panties down, and puts them on the table, they're a beautiful pink satin thong panties, slightly wet.

"Ok, um, I'll be right back." She says, walking towards the ladies room.

She returns a few minutes later, holding her bra, a beautiful pink satin and lace bra.

"Here, where's the money?" She says, throwing the bra at me.

"Here you go, $200, and, I'll give you an extra $100 for your trouble. I just have one more question."

"And, what's that, pervert?"

"I'd just like to know your name."

"It's Jennifer, my friends call me Jenn."

"Hi Jenn, I'm Steve. Jenn, If I gave you more money, would you go to a hotel with me?"

"Look, I'm not a prostitute!"

"I never said you were a prostitute, I was just hoping to have a drink with you, you are old enough to drink, right, Jenn?"

"Yes, I'm old enough to have a drink, I'm 21, and, only my friends call me Jenn, you can call me Jennifer."

"Fine, Jennifer, how much is it gonna take for you to come to a hotel with me and have a drink?"

"I fucking hate you!" She says.

"How much, Jennifer?"

"Fine, you fucking asshole, $500, it'll take $500 for me to come back with you, and, I won't touch you, and, I certainly won't sleep with you, I'll have one drink, $500, can you pay that, asshole?"

"I don't expect you to do anything, Jennifer, and, yes, I can pay you $500, are you ready to leave now?"

"Yeah, let's get this over with, asshole."

We leave the mall, and get to my car, and drive away.

"How far is this hotel?"

"Not very far, five minutes away."

"Good." She says, sounding angry.

We pull into the hotel parking lot a few minutes later.

"This looks like a nice place." She says.

We get inside and I quickly pin her against the door and start kissing her, forcing my mouth onto hers, forcing her to kiss me.

"What the fuck are you doing, stop touching me! Steve! STOP!" 

I stand back and slap her very hard with the back of my hand, knocking her to the floor.

"OW! What the fuck?" She yells, crying.

"Shut up, slut!" I say, grabbing her and forcing her to bend over the arm of the chair in my room.

"Don't you fucking dare! Don't you fucking dare rape me!"

"You're gonna get what you deserve, whore!" I say unzipping her skirt, exposing her bare ass. Raising my hand and spanking her ass hard.

"OW!"

I pull my pants down and begin to rub the head of my cock around the rim of her dirty asshole.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

I start to push the head of my cock into her asshole.

"NOOOOOO!"

Then I just ram my cock as hard as I can into her asshole.

"OW! HOLY FUCK! NO, NO, NO, NO!"

I begin slamming my cock in and out of her tight asshole, making her bleed.

"You're bleeding, whore! You dirty fucking whore!"

"Yes, I'm a whore, I'm whatever you want to call me! Just please stop!"

I slowly pull out of her ass, making the pain last as long as I can.

"Roll onto your back, whore!"

She rolls onto her back.

"Open your mouth, slut!" I says, as I begin wiping the head of my dirty cock over her mouth.

"Open your mouth!" I yell, slapping her hard

Finally, I just reach up and pinch her nose shut, making it impossible for her to breathe without opening her mouth, once she opens her mouth, I slide my dirty cock into her open mouth, making her gag.

"That's it whore, gag on it!"

I begin fucking her mouth, deep and hard, until I'm about ready to cum.

"I'm gonna cum, whore! Want me to cum in your mouth, whore?"

Jenn shakes her head no, just as my cock jerks, shooting my load in her mouth, I again pinch her nose shut until she swallows my load.

"Did you like that, whore?"

"FUCK YOU!" Jenn yells, gasping for air.

"Do you want your money, whore?"

"I don't want shit from you, leave me alone."

"I think you want one more thing, open your legs, slut!"

"No! I'm not opening my legs! No! No! No! Let go of me! NO!" She yells, as I grab her legs and force them open, and rub my hand over her smooth pussy lips.

"No, stop! You've done enough! Stop, don't do this, please!"

I do the unexpected, and roughly ram my fist into her pussy, spreading her pussy wide.

"OWWWWWW!!!!" She screams out, almost passing out.

"You're and owned slut, say it, Jennifer, say it, bitch!"

"I'm an owned slut, I'm an owned slut!"

I begin to pump my fist inside her pussy, feeling her walls tighten around my fist.

"No, don't make me cum, please, anyhing but that, please......NOOOOOO!" She yells out, as her body tenses up, and, she has an intense orgasm, soaking my wrist.

"I own you now, Jennifer!"

"No, no, no!"

"You're mine, Jennifer! Say it."

"I'm yours!"

"You're my property, and, I'm your Master, say, slut"

"I'm your property, and you're my Master, Master!"

I slowly pull my fist from her pussy.

She curls into a ball, and, begins crying.

"I'm gonna pimp you out, Jennifer, you're a sex slave, and, I'm gonna use you like the cum dump you are."

"Yes, Master!"

"Get some sleep, whore, you have a big day tomorrow!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jenn just lays there and cries herself to sleep, as I prepare for her torture test tomorrow.

To Be Continued......



Forced to be a Slut



Tears ran down my cheeks as the black cock rammed my pussy from behind. Jessica watched with a smile on her face as she often did. Here I was, in the back of a van in a mall parking lot, getting my white pussy violated by a black man while the woman who had become my Mistress watched with humor. Here I was submitting to yet another of her wicked desires.

I suppose I should explain a bit of how this came to be. My name is Kimmy Sullivan. I am a 38 year old married woman with one teen-age daughter. While pushing 40 and having a child, I have kept my body in nearly perfect shape. My breasts are still perky and, as I had been told on occasion, my ass was to die for. My husband once said that I was a 5'5 brick shit house, the comment made me blush. My husband is a high end business man who travels a lot and who is a respected member of the community and of our church. I too am a respected member of the church and admittedly, was nothing more then an average waitress in a small town before my husband came along almost 20 years ago. I was almost 19 when we married and had never been with a man and had been with no one else since, until recently that is. The town we live in is very small with only about 5,000 residents. There is only one church and almost everyone is a member, even if they do not attend on a regular basis. Once married, I left my job and became a full time house wife and later on, a mother. 

Our house sits on a six acre plot with two others and there is nothing else for a couple miles in any direction. It was my dream home and my husband made sure to get it for me. Originally, there was to be more homes but with the economy and the small size of the town, the developers left it at three. One of the homes was occupied by the couple that own the local mini-mart. The other sat empty for quite some time.  I remember the day that Jessica and her mother moved in next door. I found out that her father had passed away and her mother bought the house with the life insurance money to move out of the big city. Nice to be an hour from the big city, her mother had told me. I was thrilled to have a couple women next door that I could socialize with when my husband was out of town. 

One day, as my husband was away on business, I had gone over to take a pie as a gift. I did not see their car and assumed that Jessica's mother, Ann, was not home. No problem I figured as I could just leave it with Jessica. I went around back when there was no answer at the door and that is when my life changed. 

I froze when I saw her on the back patio. She was completely naked and playing with herself in a lawn chair. I am not talking cards here, she was full on masturbating. I stood there dumbfounded. Part of me wanted to yell at her for sinning in such a way. Part of me wanted to just quietly walk away. However, for reasons I may never understand, I just stood and watched. More shocking then that was the effect it was having on me. I noticed that I was becoming aroused. Shame hit be like a fist and for the same unknown reasons, that shame only fed the arousal. I was still standing there watching, very aware of my own wetness, when Jessica noticed me. I thought I would die from embarrassment. She looked me in the eyes and smiled. She motioned for me to come over to where she was. I do not know what the hell I was thinking. I was just so embarrassed that I went over to where she was without any real thought. Some part of me thought that maybe it would not seem like I was a pervert if I went to her. 

I started to say something and she put a finger to my lips. Her other hand went to the snap of my denim shorts. In seconds my shorts were at my ankles. 

"What are you doing Jessica?" I managed to say.

"Shut up and I will not tell my mother that you were trespassing and peeping at me on our property!" She replied.

I was shocked, scared and had no idea how to respond. Jessica took advantage of that. Her hand grabbed me at the back of my head and pulled me to her. Our lips met in a kiss even as her other hand forced its way between my legs.  

"STOP JESSICA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled.

Her reply shocked me, humiliated me and perhaps defeated me.

"What am I doing Mrs. Sullivan? Question is, what are you doing? Look how wet you are!"

Her fingers had found their way to my pussy and for the first time in my life, someone was touching me there other then myself or my husband. I realized at once that she was right, I was soaked. My panties were wet and her finger slipped into my pussy with ease. I went flush with humiliation.

"Jessica, please stop it." I said.

"I don't think so Mrs. Sullivan. She replied.

Here was this 18 year old teenage girl, that sometimes hung out with my daughter, doing something to me that only ONE other person had done to me my entire life. Oh my god, she was young enough to be my daughter and the only relief I felt was that my own daughter was staying the night at a friends in town. 

The humiliation continued as she nearly ripped my panties off me and continued to massage my clit and finger my pussy. My eyes stung with tears that will welling up and yet, I just stood there and let it happen. I am still not sure if it was the fear that she would tell Ann or something else that held me there. All I knew was that I was shamed and humiliated beyond words and for some dark, sinful reason, it was feeding my arousal beyond a point I had ever been.

Jessica took a break from violating me and pulled my shirt off. She then removed my bra and panties while I submissively allowed her to. She smiled a wicked smile and licked a tear that had run down my cheek. Then she kissed me again before pushing me to my knees. There, I came face to face with her pussy. I wanted to look away, get up, run, something. However, I simply knelt there and stared at it. Being blond, Jessica's sparse pubic hair looked almost non-existent.  She pulled my head towards her pussy.

"Please, no Jessica, please." I said without looking away. 

With that she pulled my hair back, forcing me to look in her eyes and said,

"Feel your pussy Mrs. Sullivan! Do it!"

More tears fell as I did as she ordered.

"Well, what do you feel?" She asked.

"I.... I am..." I stammered.

"Say it!" She shouted.

"WET, I am wet!" I said as this verbal admission of my arousal seemed to double the wetness between my legs.

"You know why you are wet?" She asked.

"I... no I... please" was all I could say.

"Because underneath your prim and proper church going exterior, you are a slut Kimmy!" She said.

I was not sure what shocked me more. Her using my first name, which was not proper in these parts, or the foul name that she had just called me. 

"Admit it Kimmy, admit that you are just a sinful little slut!" She added.

As I was somehow trying to register what she had just said, I became aware that my hand had not left my pussy. In fact, I was lightly teasing my clit. More humiliation hit me and again, served only to heighten my arousal. 

"I... I... am... a... sl... slut! I stammered.

That was when the impossible happened. Right there, on my knees in front of this 18 year old girl, masturbating myself, I orgasmed!

Jessica watched as I came down from it. I had never experienced such an intense orgasm in my life. I glanced up at her and saw that wicked smile.

"Got ya." She said.

With that she pulled my face to her pussy. I had heard of women that did this sort of thing but I never even thought about doing such a vulgar sinful act. Jessica however was not letting up and my lips met her pussy. 

"Lick it slut!" She commanded.

I was truly ready to push her away and run but I noticed something at that moment. Something that I had never known about myself. There was some part of me that was enjoying this treatment, this humiliation. I realized this as I became aware that I still had not removed my fingers from my own pussy. In fact, I was nearing another orgasm as I continued to massage my clit, which was actually starting to become sore at this point. My lips opened and my tongue lashed out at her clit. Maybe I had never done this, but I knew what I liked the few times my husband actually did this to me.  Her wetness coated my tongue and lips and she began to ride my face. A brief moment of reality hit me and the intense shame washed over me again. Almost immediately, I orgasmed! I pulled my hand away from my sore clit as tears again streamed down my face.

"I did not tell you to stop playing with your pussy slut!" She said at once.

My hand returned to my swollen clit like I was not in control of my own body. Oh God, I thought, what is happening to me?

This action caused a reaction in Jessica as she tensed up and orgasmed, flooding my mouth with her juices. She held my head, my mouth smashed in her pussy until her orgasm subsided. Then, she stepped back and looked at me.

My face was flush with shame, covered in her juice. 

"Lay on the lawn chair facing the house." She ordered.

As I moved to the chair, my hand never left my sore pussy. 

"Now Kimmy, you are going to masturbate to another orgasm while I watch and you are going to tell me why you are doing it." She said. 

I laid on the chair, my legs off it on each side exposing me fully. I assaulted my pussy like I never had before. I was not just masturbating, I was violating myself in a very rough manner. 

"I... I am a... slut." I managed to say.

"Go on." She commanded.

"I... I am masturbating because... because you have told me to." I said.

"And?" She said without hesitation.

"And because... I... I..." I hesitated.

"SAY IT BITCH!" She yelled.

"And because I like it!" I spouted out.

With that, my third orgasm hit me. With each wave of humiliation came a wave of the orgasm. I did not stop and let it subside calmly like I would when I was alone in the privacy of my home, I attacked my clit through the entire orgasm which seemed to draw it out for longer then I had even known. When it finally came to a close, I noticed that Jessica was at the table next to the sliding glass door which went into her house. She had something in her hands. Oh my God, no! It was a video recorder. 

"Yes Kimmy, everything that just happened was recorded." She informed me.

"You see slut, I was making a tape for a couple guys I know that live in the city when you came over and just did not bother to turn it off."

"Now, here is the deal, you will do whatever I say and whenever I say or this tape goes public!"

"Jessica, no please... I..." was all I said when she slapped me across the face.

"From now on, you will call me Miss Jessica!" She said.

"But I... I..." was all I could say before another slap hit me.

"Do you understand?" She yelled.

"Yes... Miss Jessica." I could think of nothing else as my mind had gone numb.

"Good, now take your ass home." She commanded.

I started to put on my clothes and she told me that I was to walk to my house naked. I did so, without question.

I ran from her back yard to mine and went into the back door of my house, to my kitchen. I stood there for a moment as everything sank in. Tears hit me again, this time as a full on crying. That was when I knew I was lost, as I realized that my wetness had returned. Once again the humiliation was causing my body to betray me. Right there, in my kitchen, standing in front of the sliding glass door, I again assaulted my pussy. The realization hit me that, while unlikely, it was possible for someone outside to see me there. This fed my fear and humiliation and I fell to my knees as I roughly massaged my clit and I shoved not one, but three fingers into my pussy. The thought of my husband, or God forbid, my daughter seeing me like this was all it took and I fell to the floor in what would be my fourth orgasm. 

So now, several months later, here I am. Doing what my Mistress commands, anytime, anywhere. That was after all, the agreement. This day, is a story, for another day. 



Forced to be a Slut Ch. 02



Due to a large number of requests, here is another part of the story. I hope you enjoy.

*

I had waited until my husband had left Monday for his two week business trip. I got dressed in a short one piece mini sundress and high heals. I put my make up on thicker then normal for me and, as instructed, no panties or bra. As I drove towards the city, as always, I prayed that no one would notice me in any way. After all, it would not do well for a church going wife and mother to be seen this way in this town.

The drive to the city takes about one hour and it always gives me time to reflect. I thought about the months that had passed since Miss Jessica had taken over my body and soul. I thought about that last trip to the city where I was taken by a black man in the back of his van while Miss Jessica watched. To make matters worse, it was in a crowded mall parking lot. The whole time I feared that someone would notice and report us to security or worse, the police. Yet, there I was, taking the first black cock I had ever had and being made to say how much I liked being fucked by him. As I thought about it on this drive, I noticed a wetness starting between my legs. Damn it, part of me did like getting fucked by him. His cock was far larger then anything I had ever seen. At least four inches larger then my husbands average six inch cock. The humiliation was so intense, I cried through most of the fucking, even as I had multiple orgasms. 

I arrived at the address given to me. I was surprised that it was a shoddy looking building with almost no windows. It almost looked like a warehouse. I noticed the van in the drive as being the same one I was fucked in. There were a few other cars there as well. I noticed that my pussy seemed wetter knowing that black man was here. I went to the door.

A woman answered the door. Well, woman is a strong term for someone that was lucky if she was even 18 yet. I noticed that she had a serious demeanor about her and simply told me to come in. I followed her to a room that was as large as a small warehouse would be. Light shone from the few high placed windows. I saw Miss Jessica talking to the owner of the van and, oh God, four other black men. Again, perhaps men was to strong a term as they looked as young as the girl. Only she looked like she was a rich little white girl and they looked like they came from the other side of the tracks. 

All of them stopped to look at me. The girl pushed one hand up under my skirt for a moment and roughly massaged my pussy while her other hand fondled both my breasts. I felt the humiliation return as I knew she felt wetness. The five black guys looked and me with hunger which added to my shame and wetness. A signal from Miss Jessica and the girl stopped, but not before shoving one finger into my wetness. She smirked at me and joined the others. 

"She has no underclothes on Miss, as you ordered." The girl said.

"Man, I cannot believe we are gonna get us some white pussy." One of the black guys said. The humiliation that this kid was talking about me like that increased my shame. 

Miss Jessica motioned me to the center of the room. There was a single mattress on the dirty floor and it was covered with plastic. 

"Here is how this works slut." She began.

"Each one of these men owns a cell phone and each one has five black friends they can call to join us here."

My heart raced at that thought, twenty five men? What did that call that, a gang bang?

"So, you do absolutely everything they tell you or they start calling and you will not be home for dinner. I am sure that your daughter would be full of questions if you came home in the middle of the night." She added.

Oh God, every time she mentioned my daughter, my shame tripled. She knew that and enjoyed tormenting me with it. My wetness tripled too as I thought of my daughter seeing me act like a total slut for these black strangers. I cannot explain it, but several of my fantasies since this all began was that my daughter was somehow part of it. Her own 18th birthday was but weeks away.

"Do you understand slut?" Miss Jessica asked. 

"Yes Miss Jessica." I answered.

I noticed that the other girl was setting up a video camera. I got weak in the knees knowing that this was about to be video taped and thus, giving Miss Jessica even more to blackmail me with. Even as I asked God to forgive me, another part of me was glad that she would have it, as clearly I deserved to be treated this way. In fact, maybe this was God's punishment for me becoming aroused the first time I saw Jessica masturbating. 

This thought was interrupted by hands pulling my sundress off. Four of the guys were naked and had come over to me. I was shocked to see that even though they were all teen-aged, even their cocks were larger then my husbands. 

I was roughly shoved to my knees on the mattress and fed the first cock. As I took it in my mouth, I noticed that the girl was stroking the owner of the van to hardness while they watched with Miss Jessica. I took two more cocks, one in each hand and the fourth guy got behind me and started to roughly finger my pussy. My mouth went from cock to cock as I noticed that they were all between seven and maybe nine inches in length. Two of the guys let me do the work, but the one in front enjoyed raping my mouth. He called me names like fucking white slut and cum whore while he shoved his cock all the way into my throat. I gagged often and saliva drooled out of my mouth and onto my breasts. The guy behind me laughed and slapped my ass hard as he tweaked my clit. One of the other guys then slid under me as I was made to sit on his cock. Shamefully, my first orgasm hit. As it subsided, the guy behind me put his cock to my asshole. Oh God no! I thought I would die as his cock entered my ass. I did not have much time to think about it as the guy began raping my mouth again. 

The three of them kept a rhythm as I stroked the forth and the usual happened. I started crying. Tears streamed down my face as my second orgasm shot through my body. 

I lost count of my orgasms even before the two in my ass and pussy filled me with cum. The guy fucking my face filled my mouth with so much cum I could not swallow all of it. The forth guy shot his load all over my face. I just laid there, cum in my stomach, mouth, ass and pussy, cum all over my face, and cried. It was then that I noticed the owner of the van had been fucking the girl and was cumming inside her. As soon as he was done, she came over to me. She told me to roll onto my back. I knew better then to disobey as they still had the cell phone option. She lowered her pussy onto my face and told me to eat the cum from it. More tears as I did this and then she shoved a large vibrating dildo into my pussy. She relentlessly fucked my pussy with the dildo as she smeared my tongue and face with her pussy. As an orgasm hit me, she increased the pace of the fucking. I thought I would pass out as I went from one orgasm to another. She did not let up and continued the assault for more then 15 minutes. I was nearing yet another orgasm when she abruptly stopped. I had longed for it to stop but now that it had, the frustration was overwhelming. 

Miss Jessica was standing behind the video recorder and I was now alone on the mattress. 

"You will now masturbate while to tell us how you feel Kimmy." She said.

My hand shot to my pussy and I noticed at once that I was slick with the cum of a stranger. I also noticed that I was extremely sore. I explained this to Miss Jessica, or more accurately, to the camera. I was rough with my clit, somehow feeling the need to punish myself for liking these sins. She told me to continue.

"I... I feel like a slut. Because I... I... enjoyed being taken by those guys."

"And what else have you been thinking about Kimmy?" She asked.

I did not even think to stop myself, maybe I did not want to.

"I am fantasizing that my daughter is watching this right now!"

With that, I orgasmed. 

Miss Jessica simply said,

"Interesting."

They left me there that way. I noticed that the dildo was also left there. I grabbed it and turned it on. The next hour was spent alone, raping myself to countless orgasms. Fantasizing that the guys had called their friends and that my daughter was there watching. The shame and humiliation had never been more intense, nor had my arousal. 

When I got home, there was a message from my daughter on the answering machine that a friend had called and she was staying the night so they could study for a test tomorrow. As you can imagine, I punished myself with sexual torture the rest of the night. 

What had I done?



Forced to be a Slut Ch. 03



I hung the phone up, very upset. My husband had been on the line, telling me that he would not be home from his business trip for our daughter's birthday. 

"How often does your daughter turn 18?" I had asked him.

I knew it was not his fault. His career often took him away for weeks at a time. But this was a big deal and I knew that Maggie, our daughter, would be crushed.

Add to that the fact that I knew Miss Jessica would use the extra two weeks to abuse me even more then she had the last two weeks. It was a rule that I had to inform her when my husband was out of town. These past two weeks I had been used by over a dozen different men, mostly black, and ordered to masturbate to orgasm once every hour when Maggie was not home. My clit was sore and my pussy raw. Damn, speaking of that, it was almost time to masturbate again. I dare not miss the time as it was set up that I masturbated in our spare bedroom. The window of this room faced Miss Jessica's bedroom window and if she checked and I was not there, well, I did not want to know the exact consequences. Miss Jessica was home a lot and always checked by looking through the binoculars she made me buy for her. As I climbed the stairs to our second floor, I could already feel the wetness starting between my legs. I hated the fact that this continued humiliation had this effect on me. I wanted more then anything to be a faithful, God loving wife and someone that my daughter could look to as a role model. Yet, I had become the very thing that Miss Jessica said I was, a slut. I dropped all my clothes in the hall and went to the bed. I laid down and removed the large dildo from it's hiding spot. At least everything was ready for Maggie's party tomorrow evening. She had told me that she invited a few select friends and that she did not want anyone else coming over. I agreed and let her make the plans. 

I thought of the beautiful young woman she had become as I slid the dildo into my pussy. Shamefully, I thought of her sitting in the chair in the room as I fucked myself with the dildo. I became painfully aware of how sore my clit was and, perhaps in some way to punish myself for thinking of my daughter, I started slapping my clit hard as I forced the entire length of the rubber cock into my pussy. I glanced out the window and saw Miss Jessica. Humiliation doubled as I noticed someone standing next to her. I could not see who it was as they were standing in the shadows of Miss Jessica's room. 

Suddenly, the phone rang and I answered it. 

"Do not stop for 30 minutes this time slut." Miss Jessica ordered.

Darn it, normally one orgasm and I could stop. Miss Jessica knew I was multiple orgasmic and once I had one, they rolled in one after another, usually only a minute or so apart. 

"Yes Miss." I replied and hung up the phone.

I assumed that she was entertaining someone at my expense. This added to my shame and humiliation and the first orgasm hit. I wanted desperately to stop, even for a moment, but I knew better so I continued the assault on my pussy. I thought that maybe the person she was with would come over and that I would be forced to fuck whoever it was. This thought brought on the second orgasm as so far, Miss Jessica had not made me soil the sanctity of my home with me fucking someone else in it. 

"God, forgive me." I thought as I continued to abuse myself.

30 minutes and 13 orgasms later, I was done. I hoped that Miss Jessica and her friend were entertained as the 15 total orgasms left me so weak, I could barely walk. The phone rang again.

"Clean up and come over slut." Miss Jessica ordered.

I got into the shower and was deeply frustrated with the fact that I was still aroused, even after all that. Damn it, why was I such a slave to my body? When I got to my pussy with the soap, I could not even find the will power not to bring myself off one more time, shamefully imagining my daughter again watching me act this way. I finished and threw on a mini-sundress and headed over. 

Miss Jessica was alone. Admittedly, part of me was relieved and part of me was disappointed. 

"Come in Kimmy, I have a special reward for you." She told me.

Her "reward" was only another way to humiliate me. She had me strip naked and sit at her desk. She already had a private chat room set up and activated her web cam. It was set so that it showed all of me from the neck down, only my face was not viewable. Miss Jessica explained that she had invited some people from a sex chat room to view me as I masturbated. With that, I noticed seven names pop up on the screen. It seemed that five of them were men and two were women. They started saying things about how hot I was and I had to listen to each of them through the computer speakers. I could feel tears welling up as the humiliation of this display of power Miss Jessica had over me was viewed by these strangers. 

"That's right Kimmy, cry slut. I like it when you cry." Miss Jessica said.

She did. She always found ways to make me cry and my emotions were so mixed that it did not take much. My crying increased as my hand went between my legs to confirm that which I already knew, I was soaked. 

"Oh yeah baby, finger yourself." One man said.

"Torture your clit bitch." One of the females added.

I followed each of their instructions as they were given to me. My first orgasm was building. 

"Got any toys?" One man asked.

With that, Miss Jessica handed me a lubed vibe butt plug. I shot her a pleading look but she just smirked at me. I took it from her and with no preparation, I forced in my ass in one shove and turned it on. The sudden painful violation of my asshole brought me over the edge as my first orgasm hit me. Miss Jessica then handed me a cock shaped dildo and I raped my pussy with it. The comments from the people on the other end of the web became more crass and vulgar. Nevertheless, I continued to do as they instructed, tears streaming down my face as I shot from orgasm to orgasm. 

I could hear the guys cumming as they no doubt were playing with their cocks at my shameful display. As one would leave the room, someone else would immediately replace them and within a moment, join in the comments. I lost count of my orgasms over the hour Miss Jessica made me fuck myself on cam for multiple strangers . The grand finale was Miss Jessica walking over and making me eat her pussy until she came. I was painfully aware that this meant someone may see part of my face since Miss Jessica adjusted the cam so the viewers could see me eat her pussy. This fact added so much shame and humiliation that I orgasmed. It was no ordinary orgasm but one that did not subside for almost a minute. It was followed by several smaller ones until Miss Jessica came herself and smothered my face with her juices. She shut off the web cam without a word. 

"Bend over the chair." She ordered.

As soon as I was in place, she began whipping my ass with a leather belt. It struck my ass, pussy and thighs and I shamefully orgasmed from it.

"This is what you get for enjoying that so much slut!" She yelled and continued to whip me. 

Every time the belt landed on the butt plug, I shuddered. It added to the stimulation in my ass. 

"Well, you like coming so much slut, masturbate!" She ordered.

Again, like it had a mind of it's own, my hand shot to my sore, abused pussy. I orgasmed again and she whipped me until it subsided. She put on a strap on dildo and came up behind me. With severe force, she shoved in deep inside me.

"What are you?" She asked.

"A worthless slut for your enjoyment." I answered without hesitation.

She laughed and fucked me hard until I had yet another orgasm. When she pulled out, I fell to the floor. My hand was still massaging my sore clit. 

"I have not even begun to fuck your mind slut." She said.

"Lay there and orgasm again, do not get up until you do and then get the fuck out of here." She added.

"I will enjoy these next two weeks immensely." She said as she left the room.

My mind was numb as I tried to remember if I had told her about my husband not coming home for another two weeks. Surely I had, how else would she know that she could abuse me for two more weeks if I hadn't? As all these thoughts hit me, so did my orgasm. 



Forced to be a Slut Ch. 04



If you have not read the first three chapters, you may want to read them as it is a continuing story. I hope you enjoy!

*

Driving home from the mini-mart with some last minute items for Maggie's party, I thought about many things. For one, my still disappointment over her father not being able to return from his business trip to be at his little girl's 18th birthday party. Other thoughts filled my head too, like how much in the past couple weeks Miss Jessica had abused me. I had not heard from her today with any special requests and I was truly happy about that. I simply wanted my daughter's party to go well for her. 

Maggie had insisted on making it a rather small gathering and asked that it just be her invited friends and not anyone else. I had thought about inviting a couple of the ladies from our church but it was my daughter's day and I was OK with her request.  

After pulling into the driveway, I noted that Miss Jessica's house was dark. I figured she must have been out somewhere. Good, I thought as I walked to my door. I entered the house and Miss Jessica was standing in the living room.

"Took you long enough slut." She said.

My heart jumped into my throat and my heart started pounding. I did not see anyone else, not even Maggie.

"Where... where is Maggie?" I stammered.

"She is enjoying her party, shall we join her?" Miss Jessica replied.

I sat the grocery bag on the counter and numbly followed Miss Jessica upstairs. I could hear voices, mostly male voices, coming from our spare bedroom. My heart pounded even harder and I could hardly breath. 

We entered the spare room and I froze at the sight before me. Maggie was stripped completely naked and laying face down on the bed. Her arms and legs were tied to the four posts of the bed putting her in a spread eagle position. I noticed that there was a pillow shoved under her tummy, raising her ass into the air. She was completely exposed and being stared at by eight black guys and one Asian girl that I did not know. All of them looked to be between 18 and maybe 20. All the guys were dressed but the Asian girl was wearing only a pair of black standard cut panties. Additionally, there was the video recorder that I had seen so many times before. While I noted this glancing about the room, my eyes quickly returned to my helpless daughter and our eyes met. Two of the men walked up to me and began to remove my clothing. My daughter watched as I stood there and let it happen. They stripped me down to my panties and then sat me in a chair. My hands were cuffed behind the chair and my legs were bound with silk ties to the legs of the chair. This position caused my breasts to push out and spread my legs a couple feet apart. Maggie just continued to look at me. As hard as I tried, I could not tell what she was thinking. Then, Miss Jessica spoke.

"So slut, did you think your little girl was totally innocent?" She asked.

"Wh.... what?" I replied.

It truly had never crossed my mind that she was doing anything sexual. She was raised to love God and taught to wait for marriage. 

"Your daughter loves giving head and eating pussy, even if she is still a virgin" Miss Jessica said.

"There is one thing however that she truly wanted for her birthday Kimmy, she wants you to be her complete submissive slut as you have been mine." Miss Jessica continued.

I looked at my daughter again, disbelieving what I had just heard. Looking her in the eyes, I saw a look that I had not seen before on her, a look of desire. A smirk slowly spread across her face.

"So, I made her a deal. I told her that if she did anything I wanted tonight, I would make her birthday wish come true." Miss Jessica said.

"No, she did not come to this idea on her own Kimmy, it was after I showed her a few of our videos of you acting like a slut. Seems that she feels you betrayed her Daddy and she wants to make you pay herself." She went on.

My heart was beating so hard that I thought anyone in the room could hear it. God, what had I done? Was this the Lord's continuing way of punishing me for my sin? Even as I thought this, I noticed that I was becoming wet at the thought of being at my daughter's mercy. Yes, I thought, let her punish me for being unfaithful to her father. Part of me had wanted that for months.

"So Kimmy, your punishment from me is to watch your little girl get deflowered by several big black cocks while you are helpless to stop it." Miss Jessica said.

"Noooo, no please do not do that Miss!" I pleaded.

I feared at that moment for my daughter's immortal soul. Let mine be dammed but not my sweet Maggie. My pleading brought a ball gag which one of the guys silenced me with. I then watched as they all started to disrobe. The Asian girl, which I heard Miss Jessica call Janet, went to my daughter and started to massage her pussy. She must have known what she was doing because my daughter was moaning within a moment. From where I was, I could see my daughter's pussy and could tell that it was getting wet. My daughter just continued to look at me as she moaned. 

The first guy climbed on the bed, his eight inch cock right at the entrance to Maggie's virgin pussy. Janet walked away and came over to me, stand behind me as to not block my view.

"I changed my mind Jessica, I do not want to do this." Maggie said.

"Too late." She replied.

"Mommy, help me, make them stop. I'm sorry, please do not let them do this." Maggie said as she looked me in the eye.

I tried to speak but the ball gag prevented it. Shame and humiliation hit me ten fold as I realized my panties were now soaked. My daughter was about to be fucked by eight guys and I was helpless to stop them. The shame was simply the fact that part of me did not want to stop them. Inner feelings fought with each other as part of me wanted desperately to stop what was about to happen and part of me wanted to see it happen. Tears started streaming down my face.

The cock that had been at her pussy now pushed forward, violating my daughter's virgin pussy. He was not nice about it either as she shoved it in with one thrust! Maggie screamed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at me.

"Noooooo, make them stop mommy!" She said.

The guy fucking her just went faster and harder at her pleading. Janet reached around my waist from where she was behind me. Her fingers found their way under the seam of my panties and a finger slid in my pussy without effort as wet as I was. Her thumb massaged my clit as she worked her finger in and out of my pussy, my daughter watching as she did. 

"Your mommy is very wet Maggie." Janet said.

"Look at your daughter getting fucked Kimmy. Makes you hot, doesn't it slut?" Miss Jessica said.

That was all it took as my first orgasm hit me. As I looked at Maggie, and I realized that she was having an orgasm at the very same time. My crying increased but Maggie started to laugh. 

"You are as big a slut as they said mommy!" she said. 

"I didn't really want them to stop, I just wanted you to feel helpless, and here you are, cumming as you thought he was raping me! She continued.

With that, the man fucking her tensed up. I knew he was cumming and he filled her pussy with his sperm. He walked over to me, removed my ball gag, and shoved his cock into my mouth.

"Clean me bitch!" was all he said.

I could taste his cum and yes, I could taste my daughter's juices on his cock. It was intoxicating and as Janet continued to torture my pussy, I orgasmed again. As he pulled out of my mouth, I noticed that the second man had taken position behind Maggie. His cock was about the same length of the first, but it looked bigger around. As the first guy had done, he shoved inside her with one thrust. 

I lost count of my orgasms as I was forced to watch all eight guys fuck my little girl and with each one, I was made to clean their juices off their cocks with my mouth after they had filled her pussy. Maggie orgasmed as much or more as I did. She was as multiple-orgasmic as I was. Janet tortured my pussy without rest and punished my nipples as well. Miss Jessica simply made verbal insults to me as she filmed the entire event. 

Once the last guy was done, My daughter was untied. I was also but was dragged to the bed she had just been fucked on. They tied me down also, but sideways so that my head hung off one side and my feet, the other. I noticed that my ass was laying in a very damp spot, humiliation hit as I knew it was a mix of all their juices. 

"Now your punishment begins at my hand mommy!" Maggie said.

She walked to my head and pulled my hair bringing my face to her completely bare pussy. Janet helped keep my head there as Maggie sat on my face. 

"Now you clean me mommy!" Maggie ordered!

I caught a glimpse of another man entering the room. It was the owner of the van. I had no idea what was happening next as I was smothered by my daughter's pussy. Gobs of cum started dripping out of her pussy and it covered my mouth and nose. I opened my mouth to breath and more entered my mouth. Without a conscious thought, I stuck my tongue in her pussy. I could not believe how much cum was still inside her. I simply licked and swallowed as much as I could, the rest dribbling off my chin and down my neck. Suddenly, A cock was shoved in my pussy. I was sure it was the van owner. I orgasmed as soon as his cock shoved in three times. 

"That's right mommy, take that 10 inch black cock." Maggie said.

"You like big black cocks don't you mommy, like them better then daddy's cock?" She continued.

At the mention of my husband, I orgasmed again even as I started to cry again. My God, my daughter was going to use my shame of cheating on my husband as a humiliation for me. She must know that just the mention of it would make me comply with anything she asked of me. 

"Say it slut!" Maggie yelled.

"I... I lik.... like big bl... black cocks!" I managed to stammer out.

Without being told to, I continued.

"I like them m... more then your da.... daddy's cock. I am a cheating sl... slut who deserves to be punished!"

Even as I said the words, I knew in my soul that every word was true. I orgasmed again. My daughter started to roughly slap my breasts and pinch my nipples. 

"You worthless tramp!" She yelled.

Oh God yes. Punish me baby, was all I could think. Maggie then orgasmed on my face. I lapped at her juices as I felt the cock explode inside me. 

I laid there as Maggie walked over to Miss Jessica. I watched as they passionately kissed, their tongues becoming one. Then Miss Jessica looked at me.

"She is my little girl now Kimmy, and you are simply her fucktoy." She said.

I knew she was right. Tears filled my eyes as Maggie told the eight guys to do what they wanted to me. As they moved me around to another position, I looked out the window towards Miss Jessica's bedroom. I saw a glow, like that of a cigarette in the dark. If everyone was here, who was watching from there? Was it just my imagination? I did not have much time to consider this as the eight guys took turns on my face, pussy and ass the rest of the night, while I watched Miss Jessica force Janet lick my daughter to several orgasms. God forgive me.



Forced to Be A Stripper



The John Mellencamp song was blaring loudly as Vanessa danced around under the lights. "I want you to dance naked, so I can see you, I'd like to get to know you, you don't have to act naughty." Her hips moving back and forth, synchronized with the strings of his guitar, a wanton display of simulated sex. "Spin it round and round, spin it round and round and round, I want you to dance naked." Vanessa twirled around, her unbuttoned blouse blowing out to the side, her bra barely able to contain her large breasts. Her head twirled in circles, her long brown hair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black panties silhouetting her white thighs as she twirled sensuously.

The six men in the room watched the teenage girl perform for them. All of them were middle aged businessmen, except for Doctor Michael, a noted Hypno-Therapist. He had an uncanny ability to put young girls into a deep subconscious state. He could make them lose their inhibitions, all while they were conscious of what they were doing, but unable to stop themselves, unable to stop from performing whatever Dr. Michael ordered. No act of perversions the young girls were forced to perform were taboo. Vanessa was his latest patient. She had just turned 19. Very beautiful as the men all noticed, six large cocks erect, bulging their pants. She was five foot, eight, about 110 pounds, a slender girl. Her 34C's bounced up and down as she danced. Her green eyes stared at the men with a peculiar look, the men had seen it before with Dr. Michael's other girls. It was their brains fighting what their bodies were doing. 

Vanessa couldn't control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body, the six older men sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain, John Mellencamp singing, "I want you to dance naked." She looked at Dr. Michael, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his voice, even over the loud bass of the song. "Take off your blouse." No, her eyes silently pleaded with him. She looked down at her hands, her fingers already unbuttoning the sleeves, her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor off to the side. Her face was flushed red in humiliation as she began to twirl around again, her hair swinging widely, brushing over her bosom as her hips moved back and forth. She arched her back out, humiliated as she saw how she looked, her large breasts thrust out as if she was trying to show them off to anyone watching. She bent at the waist, her heavy breasts hanging down, afraid that they would break free of the confines of the bra. She shook her shoulders, her breasts swaying back and forth, over half of the white flesh revealed to the men, the music providing the tempo for her gyrations. 

Dr. Michael nodded to the other men. "Lovely girl isn't she? And such a nice body." He rubbed his hand over his hard cock as it strained his pants, Vanessa's eyes staring at his crotch. She looked up, embarrassed at being caught looking. "Your bra now Vanessa. Let these gentlemen see your lovely tits. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce."

Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! They would have to rape her, strip her body naked. She wouldn't do it. She shivered as she felt fingers behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had disappeared out of sight behind her back, her own body betraying her again. NO! She silently screamed when she felt the sudden release as her bra swung loose. She felt her breasts swing down. The pendulous flesh was no longer in the tight, constraining device; the firm, teenage flesh not needing any support. They were not meant to be covered and supported. They were meant to be free and naked. 

They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm ass, her hips swinging back and forth. Her back was almost naked, the bra strap hanging uselessly, the men eager to see her without the bra. Dr. Michael had told them about her breasts, wanting to see them in the flesh. She turned and flashed them a sexy smile, winking as she slowly let the bra slip down her arms, her palms moving up to take the place of it, her small hands barely able to contain them. She turned around suddenly, bent down into a deep knee bend, legs widely spaced, gyrated her pelvis back and forth, the men easily able to see up her skirt, then back up again. Her arms went quickly behind her neck, laced together, her back arched again, this time her breasts naked, thrust out in exhibition. Her light brown areolas were the size of silver dollars, the loveliest set of hard, pink nipples capped her firm flesh as he undulated before them, her breasts begin a gentle roll as she continued to dance.

No, she couldn't be doing this, looking down to see how hard her nipples were, her eyes moving to the men, their eyes pinned to her naked breasts. She tried to push her hands over her breasts, wanting to hide them from the men. She looked down, her hands had not moved, still thrusting her breasts out for them, her shoulders moving again, her naked breasts now moving slowly back and forth, unencumbered by the restraining bra. She looked like some kind of whore, stripping naked and dancing for the pleasure of the men.

* * * * *

It had started about a year ago. Vanessa had problems with boys. Boys and men. Her home life was miserable, mainly caused by men. Her father and brother both were constantly trying to molest her. So far Vanessa had successfully fought them off for over four years now, ever since her body began to blossom into womanhood. This hatred towards men had spilled over into her personal life, not dating, a virgin at eighteen, an introvert. While extremely beautiful with such a delicious body, she did not stray much outside of her room at home or her classes at school. Dr. Michael had been trying to treat her for over a year, finally convincing her mother to allow her to undergo a week of intensive hypno-therapy. Her mother, a weak individual, sexually submissive to her husband, had easily relented under Dr. Michael's dominant personality. 

When she had first come to Dr. Michael, the first couple of sessions were very uninteresting, Vanessa saying very little, cowering in the chair before Dr. Michael. But Dr. Michael was interested in this girl. While dressed modestly, learning quickly to hide her body under loose fitting, drab garments, Dr. Michael could see the gentle swell of her ass as she walked, her breasts pushing out her top when she stretched her arms back. Dr. Michael was famous, or infamous depending on how you looked at it, in getting young girls to come out of their shells. He had an uncanny ability, perfected over the last ten years, to be able to hypnotize young girls and make them do things that were normally against their nature. He was often sent the most difficult, accepting only the attractive, more interested in their bodies than their minds. But his therapy did work, the girls would return home after just a week with a new found personality, more outgoing and more personable. And best of all, they remembered very little. Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even willing to tell anyone of what they thought they remembered.

Dr. Michael had brought in "investors" over a year ago. For a small sum of money, well maybe not so small as each one was required to pay $100,000 per year, they were allowed to participate in the week long "therapy" sessions and in some cases, might be allowed to participate in the weekly session. They were allowed to watch the girls "perform." And perform they did. Their minds tried to fight the urges and commands that Dr. Michael instilled in them, their bodies unable to resist the powerful subconscious commands. This is what the investors paid so much for, watching as Dr. Michael made the girls strip naked for them, their brains fighting their hands as they slowly stripped the clothes from their bodies; their skin flushed red in embarrassment as their clothes fell to the floor. Unwillingly spreading their legs, their own hand being used to put hard cocks into their virgin orifices, performing whatever perversion Dr. Michael could think of. And Dr. Michael was perverted, his cock always enjoying the girls to the fullest, with the others joining in, taking each girl; two, three, and even four men, stuffing all of her holes with their man sized cocks.

By the second month, Vanessa had at least begun to speak, but not telling much of her troubles, retreating into silence when Dr. Michael probed her for further details. "Vanessa, I'm going to hypnotize you. I think it will help your therapy immensely." 

Vanessa sat up, a look of fear in her eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" 

"No, in fact you won't remember anything. Can you relax your body?"

She was nervous, but her parents were forcing her to see Dr. Michael. He was rather handsome, in an older man sort of way. And very smart. Maybe he could help her. "Yes."

Dr. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He began to talk to her in a gentle, monotonous voice, more concerned with the sound than what he was saying. He watched her eyes intently following the metronome, her pupils moving back and forth, her brain fixating on the shiny hand, his voice and the metronome clicking a gentle monotonous sound that lulled her. He continued for ten minutes until finally her eyes began to slowly close, her chin lowering as she entered a trance. "Very good Vanessa. In a minute I'm going to wake you. You will do anything I say. Anything without question, your hands eager to carry out my bidding, ignoring what your brain might tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," her head still bowed down, her eyes closed.

"When you hear the word "cunt" your pussy will get wet. You will have very erotic thoughts and fantasies of being forced to sexually perform in front of strangers. You will find this very exciting and it will make your pussy cream. Repeat to me the word."

"When you say cunt my pussy will get wet," her face turning red in embarrassment. Even though her mouth said the words, her brain felt the humiliation of saying such naughty things in front of him. What made it even worse was what he wanted her to do when he said it.

"I want you to wake up now Vanessa." He smiled when her eyes opened.

"I'm sorry it didn't work. Maybe next time." It was as if it never happened as she continued to stare at the metronome. Dr. Michael turned it off, putting it back over on the other table. 

He moved in front of her, as she remained sitting on the couch. He looked down at her, her green eyes staring back up at him. "Touch the front of my pants Vanessa."

Her eyes opened wide in shock. "What do you mean?" Her hands were already moving up towards his cock. She watched her hands reach out, cringing when she felt the hard, throbbing cock beneath his trousers. Why was she doing this? She could feel it jerk when her fingers moved over it. Her hand ran up and down the shaft that bobbed beneath her fingers, his pants holding it pinned in tightly. It must be over eight inches long and getting longer. Her fingers went to the tip and pinched hard, feeling it jerk. NO! She thought to herself. I can't do this, looking up into Dr. Michael's face, seeing the smirk, her face turning fiery red in shame as she saw her hands continuing. She thought she turned her head away to hide her shame, but instead her face moved to the front of his pants, her mouth moving up to the thick shaft her fingers outlined and she gasped as her mouth opened and her lips pressed over the cloth covered cock. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft as if she was eating an ear of corn, her teeth biting lightly on the shaft. Her lips got to the head, pressed tightly to it, biting harder through the pants as she nibbled on it as it throbbed beneath her lips. Her mouth was dry, the material of his pants soaking up all of her saliva.

"I bet that makes your cunt wet Vanessa?"

Vanessa closed her legs tightly, feeling like she had wet her pants. She felt a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness that began to spread, causing her panties to cling to her body from the moisture. Her hips began to squirm as the pleasurable feeling in her sex grew, a picture in her mind of Dr. Michael's cock in her mouth as she knelt before him, naked, his foot between her widely space thighs, his toes running up and down her slit. Her head bobbed up and down, the thick cock splitting her lips, the taste of cum lingering in her mouth as her tongue lapped over the hot flesh.

Dr. Michael saw her hips begin a gentle motion, knowing that she was trying to stimulate her pussy. He was sure that she was extremely wet, he could only fathom what the sexual image she had in her mind was, but he would wait until next time to find out. First he wanted some relief from the wanton display Vanessa was putting on with her mouth. "You need to feel my hot flesh," he ordered her. 

She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down breaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Dr. Michael. They reached around back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to his knees. Sensuously, they slid up the inside of his thighs as they moved toward the bulging pouch of his shorts. It felt like a hand on the back of her head, but she knew it was only in her mind as her face pressed forward again. Her mouth, unmistakably open, was again filled with cloth, this time only thin cotton, the hard cock throbbing beneath it. Her hand held the cock out so she could run her mouth up and down it, struggling to contain the jerking member with her small hands, her mouth bringing such pleasure to it. She nibbled on it again, her teeth now pressing deeper into the flesh, only the thin shorts stopping her from tasting the flesh beneath her.

Dr. Michael watched as Vanessa performed better than his expectations. He watched her bend his cock outward until it stood straight out, his shorts stretched to the breaking point, the bulbous head outlined clearly. You could even make out the hole in the tip, his shorts already wet with precum. He moaned loudly as her other hand cupped his heavy, swollen balls while he watched her mouth slowly engulf the cloth covered cock.

She couldn't do this! Her mind didn't comprehend her own actions, the cock continued coming closer to her, the smell of his sex permeating her nose. She felt the thin material of his shorts rubbing over her lips as they stretched wide around the hot flesh. She put two inches in her teenage mouth and then closed her lips over it, trapping it within the hot confines. The image of her fantasy returned, her head bobbing up and down in wild abandonment on his naked cock, kneeling so submissively in front of him, his toes masturbating her. She let her tongue run over the tip, feeling the wetness, the salty taste permeating her mouth, mixing with her saliva. She lapped at the hard cock until his shorts were wet with her saliva.

Dr. Michael almost regretted the next order, "Take out my cock and jerk it off on your face but don't put it into your mouth." He wanted to save her mouth for another time, wanting to see her humiliation as she was forced to swallow his hard cock deep in her throat.

She looked up again, her green eyes pleading, not sure why she was acting like this or why she was obeying his orders, but she let the cock slip from her mouth, her hands grabbing his shorts and yanking them quickly down to his knees. She was shocked at what she saw. All of the pictures in her sex education class were of a flaccid penis, not a large, throbbing cock like Dr. Michael's. It stood out over eight inches long, bobbing before her face, her tongue running over her lips as she saw it. The head was swollen, almost purple, a dark band running under the crown, a tiny hole in the center, slick with his juices. The shaft was covered in long protruding veins, Vanessa almost able to see them throb with the blood that forced it so erect. Her hand reached between his legs and cupped the heavy ball sack, feeling the heat, full of the semen that he intended to shoot onto her face. She gently squeezed, rewarded with a moan from Dr. Michael's lips, his cock jerking in pleasure. Another squeeze, this time harder and his hips began to push forward, his cockhead rubbing on her nose. She tightened her grip on his balls, pleased at how she was able to manipulate him so easy. Or was she? She couldn't understand how she instinctively knew what to do, how to make his cock jerk in pleasure so easily, even while her brain fought the impulses. She dared not look into his eyes, ashamed at what she was being ordered to perform. She opened her mouth into a wide O, wanting to take the cock into her mouth, but she found she couldn't move her head forward. 

"No, you may not have my cock but you may suck on my balls." He watched as her head moved down, her mouth still open. Her head tipped back as she moved up until his ball sack began to enter her mouth, her lips spreading wide as she was forced to take in both of his balls. He heard her gag, her mouth filled with his hairy sack, tinkling the inside of her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a squirrel bringing nuts back to his nest. "Now stroke it nicely."

She gagged again, feeling loose hairs in her mouth, trying not to vomit as she realized that his pubic hairs were running around in her mouth. She could taste the murky mix of sweat on his balls that sat heavily on her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth, her oral cavity filled to capacity. She sucked in, feeling the ball sack pulled deeper into her mouth until she choked, the heavy sack banging against her tonsils. She could hear her own huffing as she was forced to suck all of her air through her nose, her chest rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her thoughts went back to her dream. Would this be how it felt when he pushed his cock down her throat? Would she be able to withstand the choking and gagging? Her hand moved up to the shaft above her face, her tiny hand barely able to encircle the girth. She let it slide up and down the shaft, her fingers tightened around it just as if it were her vagina sliding up and down the thick meat. She allowed her fingernail to scrape over the thick head as her hand slid over it, the sharp nail running over the piss slit. She felt it shudder, the head leaking on her fingers, making the journey up and down his shaft easier, sliding almost effortlessly on his semen.

He wouldn't be able to last long. Vanessa was jerking him off like a seasoned whore. His balls were compressed into her hot teenage mouth, her sucking driving the cum from his balls, ready to shoot. Her hands ran up and down his shaft, faster and faster, his body quivering when she let her sharp nails scratch painfully over the head, the masochistic thrill exciting him. "A finger in my asshole would be nice Vanessa. Massage my prostate when I cum."

How could he ask her to do such a filthy thing? She cringed at his command, ashamed at how she was performing, her innocent hands stroking his cock, her mouth overflowing with his balls as she continually gagged, each time feeling his cock jerk in pleasure. She pushed with her finger, finding his asshole, her hand spreading apart his cheeks until she found the rubbery opening. She had to fight his sphincter, as she slowly pushed her dry finger into the opening, his hips moving forward, his balls pushing farther into her mouth, feeling like they were going to be forced down her throat. She fought her own body, her mind unable to regain control. She felt her finger slide into his asshole up to the first joint, feeling his muscle tighten. She let it rub around the muscle, her other hand continuing the gentle masturbation of his cock, her mouth sucking his balls deep into the hot confines of her mouth. She gagged again. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. He was going to cum. She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to release her from the control he had over her body, but he was too far gone, his eyes wide open in lust.




Forced to Be A Stripper



Dr. Michael couldn't believe how good she was considering she was still a virgin. She was using tricks that he had never felt the other girls use. He looked into her eyes, her mouth pulling on his balls, her fingers massaging his prostate, her sharp fingernail driving such exquisite feelings from his cock. He need to cum. 

She felt his body shudder, a deep moan coming from his lips. She forced her finger deeper into his asshole, rewarded with the first load of cum driven from his balls. She felt it traveling up the thick shaft, her fingers sliding up and down his cock, milking the cum from his body. She looked straight ahead, only inches from the tip of his cock, her hands aiming the cockhead directly into her face. She cringed at the thought of what she was about to experience, the dream image of his cock in her mouth as he filled her oral cavity, bulging out her cheeks returning. She saw the first load of cum shoot out the tiny hole almost in slow motion. She cringed when she felt the hot, heavy fluid land on her nose, feeling like it was burning her flesh as her hands and mouth continued the masturbation. She moved the cock to her nose, sticking the piss slit into one of her nostrils, her hand stroking the cock, driving another load of cum from his balls. She coughed, the hot cum shooting up into her nose, shooting down into the back of her throat, gagging her. She couldn't breathe, her mouth and half of her nose filled with his sex, no choice but to swallow the cum that trickled down her throat. She was pleased with herself, remembering his order not to take his cock in her mouth, her nose allowing her to taste the salty fluids as it slid down her throat. Why was she doing this? Not only was she following his orders, she was even going beyond them, forcing her own body into perverse acts she'd never known before.

Michael shot two more loads of cum on her face, three loads total and one up her nose. Her continual hand job and the finger massaging his prostate kept his cock shooting cum until her face was covered in a thick layer of hot cum, shining in the bright lights of the room. She pulled his balls from her mouth, his sack covered in a slick film of saliva. His fingers ran over her face scooping up a bunch of cum and pressing it to her lips. A disgusted look came over her face, cringing, as she knew what he wanted her to do. Her tongue hesitantly moved out of her teenage mouth, a tiny pubic hair still on it as she licked up the thick gob of cum and sucked it into her mouth, a gag coming from deep in her throat as she was filled with the thick, salty fluid. He wiped more, her tongue returning to pick up the dreaded fluid he fed to her, pulling it into her mouth. 

Her mouth was rapidly filling with the thick semen, unable to swallow it, gagging each time she tried to. The foul tasting fluid seemed to permeate every corner of her oral cavity, sloshing around, mixing with the abundance of saliva. Three times he made her lick the cum from her lips, three times she tried to swallow, each time almost vomiting as she did. She pulled her finger from his asshole with a loud pop, her other hand, slick with his cum, stopped stroking the flaccid cock. He stepped back, Vanessa bending over and spitting out the mouthful of cum onto the floor, choking and gagging as she did. How could she have done such a thing? Her mouth filled with the awful taste of his cum.

"Go into the bathroom and clean up," Dr. Michael ordered her.

She returned in minutes, her face fresh, a sweet smile in place. Dr. Michael was a pillar of propriety, his clothes back on, a look of contentment on his face. "That was a very productive session Vanessa. I think we learned so many new things about you and your abilities."

"Thank you sir," not sure why he said that, but knowing she had to leave. For some reason she felt humiliated, her face red in shame as she hurried from the room, her wet panties clinging to her sex as she walked. The next session with her was going to be even more enjoyable, he thought.

* * * * *

He watched as she slowly opened her dress, a plain white bra revealed, but it could do little to hide her cleavage, her chest already red in embarrassment as her hands refused her mind and began to strip. She stopped at her waist, looking up at him, awaiting further orders, hoping none would be forthcoming. "Slip it back Vanessa, let me see those lovely tits."

It was only days later when Vanessa returned. She had this distressed look on her face as she let the dress fall to the side, having to slide the material over her thrust out breasts, ashamed as Dr. Michael stared at them. She did as he said, putting her arms over her head, arching her back so that her breasts now stuck out boldly.

"Yes, such lovely tits Vanessa." He stood up, moving next to her, her eyes opened wide, like a frightened child. He bent over her, his hands seeking out her breasts, her back arching up higher to meet his hands.

She quivered when she felt his hands touch her breasts. She had pushed her breasts into his large palms, unable to stop herself. His hands encircled the globes, squeezing tightly on her flesh. His touch was harsh, not like a lover would do. She could feel her nipples begin to harden in her bra, ashamed that her body was reacting to what he was doing to her. She was not willingly submitting to him, he was taking her against her wishes, unable to stop him. She watched as his hands continued to molest her flesh, pushing her breasts out of the top of her bra. 

"Do you like me handling your tits like this Vanessa? I hope so, because now I want you to remove your bra and let me see them naked. Reach back and let me see those lovelies." He removed his hands and stepped back, his hand moving down to his pants, letting the zipper run down.

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her eyes glued to his pants as Dr. Michael slowly withdrew his hard cock, his hand grabbing the throbbing flesh in his palm, stroking up and down as he watched her pull the bra off her shoulders. She put her hands over her breasts as she pushed the bra off, trembling at being almost naked in front of him. It was bad enough with Dr. Michael stroking his naked cock in front of her, now she was about to be half-naked also. Her hands were glued to her naked breasts, her hard nipples poking her palms. How could they get so hard from the forced stripping of her body? "No, I can't do it," she begged, his eyes staring back at her, knowing that she could not refuse, her mind unable to stop her body. She felt the cold rush of air on her naked chest, looking down, surprised to see her hands cupping her breasts as if offering them up for his approval. Her back arched, her nipples pointed up high, the dark areola's outlining the hard, pink nipples that darted out from the center. She blushed, her chest burned red as she saw his hand stroking his cock faster.

"Very good Vanessa. Now lie back down, hands over your head and stretch. Arch your back so that your tits stick out." She lay down, her arms automatically shooting over her head, her firm breasts pulled up, her nipples over an inch long and growing. Her body seemed to be getting aroused in spite of her protests.

She watched him slowly undress, removing the rest of his clothes. She could not take her eyes off of his cock or the large balls that swung below them. It was as if she was hypnotized by the sight. Her eyes widened in fear when he moved towards her, his cock bobbing up and down, the large head a dark, angry red. She could see tiny drops of fluid on the head, glistening in the bright lights. What was he going to do? "Please don't," she begged, not even sure what he was going to do, but his being naked scared her.

He moved down onto the couch, watching her eyes on his cock as he put his knees on both sides of her stomach, seeing her shiver when his hot balls rubbed over her stomach as he dragged them up. His cock jerked in anticipation, moving closer to her firm breasts. "I'm going to titty fuck you Vanessa. I'm going to slip by cock in your cleavage. Then I want you to grab both of your tits and wrap them tightly around my cock. Once you do that, I'm going to fuck you with my hips, driving my cock up and down inside your lovely teenage tits." He waited, her hands moving up as he moved in closer. 

Her hands moved to cup her breasts from the side, jumping as she felt his hot flesh touch her silky breasts, feeling like it was burning her. She saw the head move over her skin, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on her as he moved it to her cleavage. She pushed her breasts around his cock, trapping his thickness between her teenage breasts, her hands holding them harshly together, making sure that it was a tight fit. His fingers touched her nipples, sending a shiver through her body. He pulled on them, making them stretch, his strong fingers almost painful. But she could feel the wetness between her legs, not understanding how her body could betray her like this. 

Michael poured some oil on his cock, dripping the greasy fluid over her breasts until they were slick. "Now hold tight," pumping his cock back and forth between her breasts, her eyes staring down as his cockhead pushed out the top of her tits, almost banging into her chin. He took long strokes, feeling her luxurious flesh running over his hard cock, her nipples occasionally touching his cockhead, making it jerk in appreciation. He saw her straining to keep her tits around his cock, his powerful strokes pushing hard. "How do you like being titty fucked Vanessa?" He gave an extra powerful plunge, his cock pushing out the other end, banging into her chin. He reached down with his hand, pushing her head down, lining up her mouth with the thrust of his cock. "Open your mouth Vanessa." 

She struggled to keep his cock within the confines of her breasts, his punishing strokes making it difficult. Her nipples hurt where they were rubbed harshly or his hands pinched them. Her skin was turning red from the hard flesh that pushed back and forth, relentlessly. She looked at the cock as it pushed through each time, glistening in the light, a combination of the oil and pre-cum that dripped from the head. She felt his fingers on her head, forcing her to mouth to line up with the large cock between her breasts. No! What did he want from her now? Still, her mouth opened in response to his command, cringing at what he intended to do. She couldn't shut her mouth, a gaping hole, his cock aimed for it each time he stroked her. His heavy balls dragged on her stomach, the prickly hair irritating her flesh. How she wished he would cum, but with her mouth open now, she was afraid of where he would cum. "EEEEHH," she cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it with the foul taste of cum and oil. But her lips gripped it as it pulled out, her tongue trying to run over the head, too late, his fucking getting faster and faster. Why was she doing such a disgusting thing?

"That's a good girl Vanessa, wrap those sweet lips around my cock when I fuck into your mouth. If you're really good I'll shoot my cum in your mouth," he laughed as he teased her, his cock thrusts becoming more urgent, the need to cum getting closer. He reached down with his hands, completely encircling hers, pushing her tits together closer, wanting the best titty fuck possible. "Now keep your mouth open and your head down. I'm going to blow my wad of cum all over your face."

She began to panic, trying to close her mouth, unable to control her own body functions, his hands holding her breasts tightly around the thick cock that continued to plunge up and down her cleavage. She felt him jerk, shoving his cock harder than before, sending it flying through her tits, the thick head popping out the other end. It almost looked like slow motion as she saw it jerk, the tiny slit in the head opening up. Then suddenly she was showered with his hot cum, the milky fluid shooting onto her innocent face. She felt it hit her lips and nose, sliding slowly down. She couldn't close her mouth as it dripped inside the hot confines of her oral cavity, mixing with her saliva to quickly spread to her tongue. She tasted the foul fluid, thick and salty. God, how many times was he going to do this to her, force her to taste his semen? Why couldn't she stop him from degrading her?

Dr. Michael pumped his cock back and forth, three loads of cum drenching her face and mouth, the look of disgust making his cock harder as he saw her tongue licking at her lips, drawing his cum deeper into her mouth. "Yes Vanessa, taste my cum again. Soon you will learn to suck my cock and make me cum in your teenage mouth. For now, you will have to be content with the taste of my juices." He finally finished, pulling his softening cock from her breasts, admiring her upper body and face covered with a thick coat of oil and cum, slowly dripping down as Vanessa was still frozen. He pulled off of her, making sure that he scooped up some cum from her face, pushing it into her mouth, making her lick it.

He finally got off of her, the taste of his cum filling her mouth. She looked down, her young breasts now red and abused, shining from the oil and cum lathered onto her flesh. She felt so ashamed, her body degraded, Dr. Michael performing such perversities on her innocent body, Vanessa not able to stop him or even herself from aiding him. She went to the bathroom again, cleaning up, returning to the room, Dr. Michael acting like nothing happened. Vanessa was afraid of coming back again, afraid of what he had in store for her next time. But she knew she had to, her brain unable to stop her.

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Vanessa couldn't understand why she began to get aroused when she thought about her next session with Dr. Michael. Maybe it was the strange, erotic dreams she was having almost every night now. She would often wake up surprised to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet. She could almost vividly see his cock, the dome shaped head, the veins running down the thick shaft, the heavy pair of balls, swollen with his semen. In her dreams, she was forced to service his cock with her hands, once even with her breasts, his cock thrusting between them, pumping his hips back and forth as if he was fucking. Each time, her face received his cum, the hot fluids dripping down, her mouth always having a lingering taste of his salty, thick cum. She looked forward to today's session, arriving early. 

She was waiting in the lobby, another girl coming out, looking the same age. She had such a serene look on her face, a flushed glow about her. She smiled at Vanessa as she passed, then turning to Dr. Michael, "thank you Dr. Michael, I feel so much better."

"You're welcome. See you at your next session. Afternoon Vanessa. Come in." He stood behind her as she walked in, his cock already jerking as her hips swayed so seductively, her ass moving so sensuously. "You look very pretty today."

"Thank you Dr. Michael." She went to sit in her usual chair.

"No, I think you would be more comfortable on the floor Vanessa. More room for you to stretch out."

"But ..." she found herself sitting on the floor before she could even think of protesting, feeling a little uncomfortable down there.

Michael threw a pillow on the floor, "Put this behind your head and lie down flat."

She obeyed, seeing Dr. Michael move to the floor, kneeling beside her. 

"Arch your back for me, stick out those lovely big tits," he ordered her, the look in her eyes priceless.

"WWWWHHHAAATT??," she exclaimed, finding her lower back off of the ground, her weight shifted to her shoulders, looking down, seeing her breasts thrust out so brazenly. 

"Ask me to touch them Vanessa. You want my hands to fondle your breasts so bad, your cunt is wet."

She tightened her thighs, feeling her jeans pushed into her crotch. It felt like she wet her pants. She felt this tingling between her legs, the first stirrings of her arousal. She wished she could turn over, slip the pillow between her legs and rub herself. She didn't even care if Dr. Michael was watching, in fact the thought of it made her wetter. She arched her back higher, her breasts prominently display as she said, "please play with my tits," ashamed at her own words.

She shuddered as his large hands encircled her breasts, moaning as she felt her nipples harden, the male touch on them exciting her. "Harder," not even understanding what she was asking for. She was rewarded with a firm clenching of her breasts, his powerful hands compressing her teenage flesh. It felt like her nipples would explode. "The tips, squeeze them," turning red at what she was asking him to do. "MMMMM," she felt his fingers find her nipples, an easy task as they pushed sharply out on the sweater she was wearing.

"It would be easier if you were naked. Don't you want to show me your lovely naked teenage breasts?" He moved his hands away, waiting as he looked into her eyes, seeing the inner turmoil. 

No, she couldn't, but she had already sat up, her arms pulling up the sweater, watching as her bra was slowly revealed, at least glad that she had worn a lacey black one today, contrasting sharply with her white cleavage that was so abundantly displayed. "Please don't make me do this," her back arching again, her breasts so prominently display. "Touch them," she begged.

"First your bra Vanessa. Get them naked for my fingers." He loved to see the confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges.

She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it, watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps slide seductively down her arms. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in lust. "Now please," she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him. She remembered this dream she had, a man pushing his cock between her naked breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Dr. Michael's hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers tugging at her nipples. A delicious shiver ran through her as her nipples were teased by his squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips. Her back arched out farther, pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties with her firm flesh. She looked down, her pussy wet with excitement as she saw his fingers playing with her breasts, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples, then the sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain.

She had to, fighting back the urge, not wanting to degrade herself further, but out of her mouth came the words, "please suck on them, please." She saw his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head, feeling his hot breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, "please," pushing down until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen buds, her body shuddering, a soft moan from her mouth.

Michael sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it, slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down on her teenage breast as if he was nursing. 

She shuddered again, his other hand sliding down her naked stomach, her pussy juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts, feeling the sharp stubble of his beard scraping along her tender flesh. It hurt when his stubble rubbed her sensitive nipple, the pain quickly erased as his mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering it with his hot saliva.

Michael pulled back, looking down at her teenage breasts, glistening with his saliva, her nipples now a dark red, swollen with lust. He could see it in her eyes, her body aroused. "Your jeans now Vanessa. Unbuckle them and pull the zipper down. Let me see your lovely panties."




Forced to Be A Stripper



Vanessa no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled down, spreading them back so Dr. Michael could see her blue panties, a silky thong that she wore today. She could not longer contain her emotions, her arousal getting the best of her.

"Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Vanessa. Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me."

He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading herself. She felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed at how her body was betraying her. She shivered when his hand moved down the flat plane of her stomach, moving slowly downward, sucking in her stomach as his fingers played over her belly button ring. He traced a finger along the waist of her panties, teasing her, seeing tiny goose bumps appear on her tanned flesh. She didn't know how much longer she could stand his teasing fingers. 

Michel let his fingers slip under the top band of her panties, her skin beneath warm, sliding lower until he came to her bush, neatly trimmed into a triangle. He felt her hips moving up, urging his fingers downward. "Do you want me to touch your pussy Vanessa?"

He was going to make her beg again. An older man making her beg to have him touch her teenage body. How could he do this to her? "NNoo," she murmured, but her hand was already moving down to his, placed on top, pressure moving it downward, pushing his hands towards her pussy. She tilted up her hips, almost driving her sex into his waiting fingers. "MMMMM, God, please," when she felt his finger running down her slit, not touching her clit, but quickly moving between her pouty lips, spreading them apart, embarrassed because she knew she had found out how wet she was.

Michael watched as she tried to spread her legs, her jeans preventing her, the look of anguish on her face as his fingers began to run up and down her slit, his fingers slick with her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy definitely desired his fingers. He would soon find out if it had the same feelings for his cock. "Take off your jeans, Vanessa." He watched her quickly strip off her jeans, taking his hand and placing it back into her panties, her eyes wide open in lust. Her legs were now spread wide, giving him complete access to her sex.

How could she? Acting like a whore and stripping off her jeans, so eagerly wanting his hands back that she actually grabbed one hand and shoved it harshly into her panties! She almost came when she felt his fingers return to her pussy, this time her widely spaced thighs giving him greater access to her slit. God it felt so good as her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his fingers that split her lips apart. "AAAAH," his fingers finding her tight opening, two fingers sliding easily in, her juices coating the digits that plunged inside.

"Now your panties Vanessa, take them off, show me that pretty pussy," Dr. Michael ordered her, his hands almost ripping her panties as he fingered her tight pussy. 

She knew that once they were gone, there would be nothing to stop him from further ravishing her body, feeling embarrassed to be naked in front of him, still not fully understanding why she continued to obey him. She only felt a desire between her legs that needed quenching, his fingers making her so aroused, needing to be satisfied. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved down to her panties, gripping them tightly, lowering them down her sleek flanks, his eyes following her every movement. 

"Good girl, now bring your legs up and part them wide, spread your pussy open for me." His eyes watched as she hesitated, finally her legs moving up, and slowly began to part, her pussy lips parting, her wet pink insides glistening in the brightly lighted room. He smiled, her eagerness her downfall. It was time to fuck her. "Take out my cock, Vanessa."

She looked up at him. Was he going to fuck her? Her hands already moved down to his pants, unbuckling them, her fingers finding his zipper, feeling his large cock throbbing beneath the straining pants. She let her fingers touch it, her hand molded around the hard cock, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft, feeling it jump and quiver beneath her touch. How could she act like such a whore? His cock felt huge beneath her little hands, pulsating beneath her fingers as she stroked it, feeling it jump and twitch beneath her touch. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts, almost jerking back when she felt the hot flesh burning her fingers. She heard him moan softly, pleased at what she was doing to him. Her fingers became more insistent now, the thought of being fucked slowly slipping from her thoughts, just thinking of the pleasure she was bringing to him.

Michael watched as her hands slipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. "Pull down my shorts Vanessa," watching as her eyes opened wide again, knowing that her brain was unable to control what her hands were doing. He lifted his hips up as she slipped his shorts down, his cock popping free, jerking up and down.

It was so big, the head an angry red, the shaft covered with heavy veins that ran up the sides. She let her hands slip below, cupping the huge balls that hung down, feeling the heat of his body as her small hand cupped one ball, squeezing it, seeing his hips rise up. NO! She couldn't, her head moving closer, her mouth already opening. NOOO! She felt the hot flesh touch her lips, a faint taste of salty fluid on her lips. She let her lips enclose the bulbous head, her tongue tentatively reaching out, rubbing over the head. She tightened her lips when she felt it jerk in her mouth, her tongue running over the head, slipping down beneath the dome shape, running under the ridge. She turned red when she saw him looking at her, imagining how she must look, his cock in her mouth, twitching and jerking. How could she suck his cock as if it was a lollypop?

Michael was pleased with her, the look of anguish in her eyes as her mouth so eagerly sucked his cock. She might not like it, but she was good at it, her hot mouth engulfing his cock, her tongue so eagerly playing over the flesh that filled her mouth so fully. He pushed with his hips, watching his cockhead push out the sides of her cheeks. "Take it deeper Vanessa."

She felt his cock pushing into her mouth, afraid of his command, but her head moved forward, seeking to take it deeper, gagging as it pushed to the back of her throat. She looked up at Dr. Michael, a smile on his face as she knew that she would have to go deeper, in spite of the choking and gagging she was already experiencing. Her throat revolted, choking, opening up as the huge bulbous head of his cock slowly slid down the saliva coated tract, filling her tiny throat with his pulsating flesh. 

Another gag, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat spasms brought such pleasure to his cock. It was almost as good as a tight pussy, but not quite. He needed to seek the hot, tight depths of her virgin pussy. He looked down to see tears running down her cheeks, partly from the humiliation of being forced to suck his cock, partly due to the choking she was experiencing from being throat fucked. He pulled his hips backwards, his saliva drenched cock slipping from her lips.

"Lay back, Vanessa. Bring your legs back and spread them really wide. It's time to lose your virginity and learn how to fuck."

No she couldn't. She had fought so long to preserve her virginity, fighting off her own family, her brother and father always trying to molest her, always trying to get into her pants. Even the boys at school, each eagerly seeking to take her prized possession. How could she do it now? To a doctor, an older man that had no interest in her except for sex. She fought the desires that pulsated through her body, the unexplained feelings that kept driving her lower into the depths of depravity, her mouth still tasting of the salty fluids that leaked from his cock. She looked down, on her back now, her naked body spread before him in all her splendor. Her breasts rose and fell, her heavy breathing breaking the silence in the room. Her nipples stood out hard, almost aching, a gentle breeze across them sending shivers through her body. She looked down farther, seeing her legs spreading wide, her pussy lips spreading apart, her juices glowing in the bright lights. Dr. Michael stood over her, watching as she slowly revealed her virgin pussy, his cock bobbing up and down, his hand gripping the shaft, sliding up and down as he watched her.

He could barely make out her vagina, the tight, dark hole just a tiny indent. His cock would soon change that. He moved down, kneeling between her legs. He touched her legs, urging them up, making her bend her knees, bowing her legs outward, her sex now fully exposed. "Spread wider, pull your legs up. Let me see that virgin pussy that I am going to deflower."

Her eyes begged him no, but her legs would not obey, slowly spreading wider, feeling his knees pushing outward on her tender thighs, her legs slowly bending and moving higher. She looked down, her legs spread obscenely, her pussy lips already spread back, able to see her pink inner pussy. She looked up at him, his hand fisting the giant cock, the dark red helmet on it so menacing. The head already glistened with his pre-cum, his hand stroking it up and down. She couldn't believe it, it even grew bigger as he stroked it. It would never fit! "No, don't do this to me! Don't fuck me," she blurted out in protest.

"Why Vanessa, I wouldn't do such a thing. You're going to do it. I want you to take your soft little hands and wrap them around my cock. Then rub the thick head up and down your juicy slit. Get it nice and wet. I know your pussy is wet. You want to get fucked."

She sat up, her hands reaching out as she said, "no, I can't do that," but her hands continued to move, shivering when they wrapped around the hot, throbbing flesh. She could feel it pulsating in her hand, jerking as she tightened her grip, already moving up and down the thick shaft. It was so big, her hand barely able to wrap around it, moving up and down passing over the thick ridge of the head, seeing his sticky fluid leaking out the tip. Her finger rubbed over the tip, feeling the slick fluid touch her fingers. It made it easier to slide up and down the shaft.

"Now rub it up and down your wet little slit Vanessa."

Her hand was already moving it down, feeling it bend, her legs spreading wider as it came closer. "MMMMM," she moaned as it touched her flesh, feeling like it was burning her; the hard, throbbing member jerking as it touched her. "NNNNO," she cried, tears falling from her eyes as she saw him watching her degrade herself. She could feel the hard cock slide easily up and down her slit, her juices flowing freely now, the pulsating flesh slippery.

"Yes Vanessa, your body wants it. Let it slide back, feel my cock on your tiny asshole."

Her face couldn't mask the disgust she felt when she heard that. Her asshole! What was he thinking of doing? Her legs spread wider, her cheeks spreading apart, unable to stop the thick cock from sliding down between her legs, moving up. "GGGGHH," she cried out when she felt the hot flesh touch her anus. She could feel her anus pulsating as it was touched for the first time. "NNNO, don't make me," she cried, even as her own hand pushed harder on the head of the cock.

"Such a good girl Vanessa. How do you think it would feel to have my cock up your tight little asshole Vanessa? Would you like that? Push a little harder, feel how much it would have to stretch to take just the head inside," he taunted her.

How could he even want to do such a thing to her? She grunted as her hand pushed on the cock, straining to force the bulbous head inside her anus. She felt a burning, her anus slowly forced to open as her own hand began to push the hard cock inside her. "NO, NO!"

"Time to lose your virginity Vanessa. Take my cock and put it into your vagina." Dr. Michael made his cock jerk, feeling the tightness of her asshole. I'm going to have to fuck her asshole today. It's just too tight to pass up, he thought.

She felt her hand fisting his cock, her tiny palm barely able to go around the hard shaft as she pushed harder, her hips rising up as it banged painfully at the gate of her sex. How could it fit inside her tiny vagina? She felt him pushing down, seeing the smirk on his face as she helped him take her virginity, her hips pushing against the hard shaft. She felt her vagina stretching to take it inside her, grunting as it slowly spread her open. "AAGGH," she cried out, her hips driving up and pushing his hard cock inside, the thick head slippery with her juices finally forcing inside her, her vagina gripping tightly on the bulbous head. "Don't move!" Vanessa cried out, a single tear falling from her eye, knowing that the end of her virginity was near.

"What a tight, hot pussy Vanessa. Now push again, let me sink my cock inside that sweet virgin pussy." Dr. Michael smiled as he looked down at her, the searching eyes attempting to try to fathom why she was doing what she was, afraid as she felt for the first time a hard, throbbing cock at the entrance to her virgin passage.

Her hips moved in circles, the throbbing cockhead trapped in her tight hole. It was so big. How could she take the huge member inside her? Even worse, she knew that he intended to fuck her; that was even more frightening. It was so long, thick veins running up the shaft, the ridge running around the massive head would rub her tender passage as it plowed in and out her virgin pussy. She felt her hips moving up from the floor, arching up to receive his weapon. She couldn't help herself, feeling her vagina slowly forced to engulf the huge cock, spreading her legs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure of the pulsating flesh that was embedded in her virgin pussy. "NNNOO, it's tooo big," she cried, her face showing her anguish as she fucked herself for the first time, forced by his unseen power to control her body. But all he did was smile down at her, looking between her legs.

Dr. Michael watched her pussy slowly swallow his cock, feeling it bang against the tiny barrier that was her hymen, knowing that he would soon take her cherry. Better yet, she would be the one that was doing it, always remembering how she lost her virginity to an older man. He made his cock jerk inside her, feeling her vaginal walls clinging so tightly to his flesh, squeezing the blood from the head. He had to fight the urge to cum, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his hard cock, massaging it with her silky insides. "Push real hard Vanessa," slowly drawing his cock from her pussy until it was barely grasped by her tight hole, getting it ready for the final fuck that would deflower her. "Now Vanessa," he shouted at her, seeing her body react to the loud boom of his voice.

His voice scared her, the demanding tone forcing her to drive her hips up with an urgency that she couldn't understand. She gritted her teeth, knowing that his cock would rip through her hymen, forever taking her virginity by force, an unseen mental force that radiated throughout her body driving her into the depths of depravity. "EEEH," she screamed through her clench lips, her scream muffled as his lips crusher hers, the pain shooting through her loins, his cock tearing her hymen in a powerful thrust of her own hips, the giant head of his cock tearing into her virgin passage.

He was pleased, the scream that he had heard so many times when a virgin is deflowered almost made him cum, his lips clasped tightly to hers, making sure that he didn't miss the climatic moment when she lost her virginity. She was so tight, his cock barely able to get inside her. His cock jerked in appreciation as her pussy clamped down tightly on it, squeezing it. He saw the tear in her eye as she realized what had happened to her.

How could this have happened? She had been saving herself for so long, refusing the countless number of boys that were always trying to talk their way into her panties. And now it was gone, gone to an older man that didn't love her, only wanting to fuck her. And to make it worse, she had helped him. Helped him to take her priceless virginity. She was brought back to the sudden reality when she felt the hard, thick cock begin to enter her, Dr. Michael beginning to fuck her. God, it felt huge, her pussy clinging to it, trying to stop it from entering her deeper, his powerful thrusts no match for her. She bowed her legs out to the side but just made it worse, his hips able to slide between her legs easier, able to use his strength to pump her with his cock. She felt it dragging out, almost as painful as the entry then the sudden rush back inside that almost took her breath away.

He loved the look on face as he fucked her for the first time. Her lips were clenched tightly, her eyes almost staring blankly as he pumped her with his cock, feeling the tightness of her silky walls gripping his cock. She even allowed him greater access to her, spreading her legs wider. He reached down, his hands gripping her behind the knees. "Spread your legs wider Vanessa. Don't worry it will feel good in a minute. You just need to get used to having a big cock inside you." He heard her grunt as he pushed in harder, over half of his cock inside her. 

His hips began to move faster, his powerful hands gripping her legs behind the knees, thrusting them up higher, the plane of her sex now so open to him. She looked down, shocked at the spectacle of her ravishment, Dr. Michael using her body like a three-dollar whore while all she could do was take his powerful thrusts inside her once virgin pussy. She could almost feel every bump, vein and lump on his cock as he plunged it in and out her tight pussy, each time he went deeper. "AGGH," she cried as his hips pushed forward, his stomach slapping against hers, feeling his heavy balls smack on her anus. She had never felt so full, his thick, throbbing organ buried inside her, twitching and jerking in pleasure. She could feel her pussy walls involuntarily clinging and clenching on his cock.

It felt like a silky glove clinging to his cock, his cock buried deep inside her hot, tight pussy. She had all of it inside her, a look of utter amazement on her face as his cock throbbed inside her. He made it jerk, seeing the surprised look on her face as it came alive. He couldn't wait any longer, slowly drawing his cock out of her pussy, her pussy clinging to it as if she didn't want him to leave, until only the head was enclosed inside her, her tight hole gripping him just under the ridge of his cock. He looked down, his cock sporting a sheen, six inches waiting to push back in. He didn't want to disappoint her, thrusting inside her to bury all of his cock in one powerful motion, the air forced from her lungs as his body laid on hers; her cervix receiving the punishing cockhead as his cock lay buried inside her. He saw her ragged breathing as she tried to come to grips with her first fuck. He didn't have time to wait, drawing it back out, then back in again, beginning a fucking that made her tits bounce on her chest as she lay there, spread open for his pleasure.

It began to feel good, his cock sliding in and out, her pussy getting used to having something so big inside her. This was different from her usual masturbation, his cock was dragging along her clit, feeling much better then her fingers. She was just embarrassed at how she was so exposed and her acceptance of the situation. She began to push up on her hips, meeting his downwards motions, her pussy now receiving more powerful strokes. She looked away from Dr. Michael, not wanting to see his look as he felt her responding to his fucking of her pussy, but she couldn't stop any longer.




Forced to Be A Stripper



Michael was pleased with how she was responding. It was no longer his mind control, she was enjoying it. She met his movements with her own, their bodies clashing with powerful thrusts, the sound of slapping flesh ringing out in the room. His hands moved under her ass, his large hands each gripping her cheeks tightly, forcing her ass up even higher, feeling her muscles in her ass cheeks tighten. She was taking the strokes from his big cock with ease now, his cock sliding up and down her slick pussy. He moved his body, his head easing down to her chest, his mouth seeking out and finding her breasts. His lips touched her nipple, her back arching up, thrusting her tits into his mouth. He clamped down tightly on the hard bud, sucking it deeper into his mouth while his tongue played across it, slapping at it with his wet flesh.

God, what was he doing to her? His mouth sucked her breast as a baby would do, her nipples hardened by his mouth and tongue as his cock continued to fuck her. His hands gripped her ass, forcing her up to take his powerful strokes deep inside her, knowing that she couldn't last much longer. "MMMM," she moaned, not even caring any longer, just wanting to have an orgasm.

Michael moved from one breast to the other, his hand rubbing one nipple while his mouth sucked the other, keeping her body sexually aroused. He wanted to make her cum, feeling her body responding. He pulled up on her ass, forcing her to take his cock deeper, her moans signaling that she was ready. One last thing before he made her cum, his hands moving under her, sliding closer together, pulling her cheeks apart as he fucked her. He felt her trying to jerk away as his fingers moved over her anus, fingers on each side, knowing that she would never had allowed anyone to touch her there, his fingers the first to touch the tiny hole.

"NNNO, PLLLEASSE NO," she cried out when she felt his hands sliding along her ass. Why would anyone want to be touched there? She fought, but she was pinned beneath his large body, her legs pulled wide, unable to stop him from having his way with her. She squirmed but all that did was drive his cock to rub along her clit from a different angle, bringing her closer to the orgasm that she needed so badly now. She felt the finger touching her anus, surprised at how different it felt, sending a tingling feeling along her spine, the thick finger tapping at it. She felt him pump his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into her pussy, his finger poised at her anus. She didn't want him to touch her there, fearing how far he would go, but she couldn't stop him, her arms unwilling to move to stop him, waiting for what was the inevitable time when he would force his finger inside.

Her pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, the tightness milking him, knowing he would have to cum soon. He was still driving her hips up with his hands, making her take deep, hard strokes, loving the way her breasts bounced as he fucked her, her eyes wide open, her breathing heavy. She would cum soon. But first, his finger moved towards her anus, feeling her body tensing up, her pussy gripping his cock so hard he could barely stroke it in and out of her pussy. If she hadn't been so wet, he would have had trouble fucking back in. "Now I want you to ride my cock hard Vanessa," smiling as he let his finger slowly enter her anus, seeing the look on her face as she suffered the fingering of her most intimate opening, the tiny hole forced open by his thick, powerful finger. She arched up, trying to escape the finger, only driving his cock deeper inside her, his fingers giving her no way out, moving with her, pushing harder. 

She could feel the strange burning in her anus as his dry finger slid into her rectum, unable to control her own sphincter as it clenched and unclenched on his finger involuntarily. She wagged her hips to the sides, hoping to escape the finger, his hard cock rubbing along her clit, moving her closer to the orgasm that she needed so bad. "NNNO," the finger digging into her butt deeper, feeling it bend inside her, knowing that it was at least up to the knuckle, stretching her open from the inside. Why was he doing this to her? She began to buck her hips up and down, she had to make him cum quickly. And herself too.

He was ready, her fucking driving him to an orgasm, his balls tingling, ready to pump her pussy full of his hot cum. He shoved his finger in deeper, burying the entire finger in her asshole, bending and twisting it, making her hips go into wild gyrations as she fought the intrusion up her backside. "Cum with me Vanessa," he cried out as his balls emptied his cum into Vanessa, his cock buried deep inside her, spraying her insides with his hot, salty cum.

Her jerking hips kept driving their bodies together, her pussy rubbed and smashed by their bodies as she fucked him, his cock feeling so good as it filled her pussy. Only her asshole hurt, his finger buried deep inside her, moving around inside her, forcing her to move around frantically, attempting to escape the finger forced so deep inside her asshole, her sphincter fighting to push it out. "NNNOO," she cried as she came, forced to cum after Dr. Michael took her virginity, forced to cum with while being fingered in her asshole. Her orgasm hit her like a train, her pussy filled with his hot cum, shooting deep inside her, bathing her pussy for the first time, shuddering as she felt his fluids shoot deep inside her once virgin passage. His finger kept her hips moving, jerking back and forth, driving a second orgasm from her inexperienced body, his cock still dumping his cum inside her.

Dr. Michael finally slumped down on Vanessa, his finger pulled from her asshole with a loud pop that embarrassed her. He pulled his cock from her pussy, cum flowing freely out of her hole to dribble beneath her, her eyes closed, humiliated that she had cum with him. He got up, leaving the room, leaving her on the floor still naked. She quickly dressed and left.

* * * * *

"I want you to dance naked, if you like I'll join you, I want you to dance naked, I want to enjoy your body," the Mellencamp song still blaring. She pulled her panties down, her eyes on the men that watched her, embarrassed as she was naked in front of them, her shaved pubes giving them a clear view of her vulva. She couldn't help herself, Dr. Michael somehow controlled her body, her legs and hips moving to the beat of the music. She moved over to the pole, the shiny metal pole rising up from the floor like a giant phallic symbol. She moved her legs to both sides of it, her pussy pressed forward into the cold metal, feeling the hard, unyielding object press between her tight pussy lips, pushed apart to touch her wet inner pussy. She humped the pole, her juices glistening on it in the bright lights that highlighted her naked body as she danced, humping it as if it was a throbbing cock.

She dreaded when the song would stop, Dr. Michael telling her that once she had aroused the men, she would have to service all of them with her body. It was bad enough when Dr. Michael had taken her virginity, but he had told her that these men wanted something different. They wanted to sodomize her, take her in her tight asshole. Dr. Michael's fingers were bad enough, she didn't know if she could take a cock up her backside. But she didn't have time to think about it now, doing a deep knee bend, pushing her ass back at the men, feeling the cool air conditioned air in the room touch her exposed anus, knowing that she was arousing them, knowing that they were all imagining how it would feel to have their cock sheathed in her hot, tight asshole. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. Soon I'll find out, trembling at the thought of taking so many cocks up her asshole. 

Dr. Michael just smiled at her, making her body perform for him, pleased at how well she was doing, seeing the confused look on her face as she bared her most intimate body parts to the strange men that stroked their cocks at the thought of how lucky they were to be able to sexually have this lovely, young girl.

The End



Forced to be Feminine



Chapter one

Tuesday

J was up early, I could hear him moving around obviously looking for his case, he certainly wouldn't find it as I has managed whilst his attention was diverted to drop it off the side of the boat, it meant the only clothes he had were the ones he stood up in plus a couple of shirts and sweater, both in his hold-all.

I waited for a while before going downstairs, I sympathized with him and reassured him that the case must be at the airport telling him we'd be able to collect it later in the day.

We had breakfast, then I called the airport knowing full well there was no case there, when I shared this information with him he was obviously really worried, I suggested we waited a couple of days to give the airline a chance to track it down, if that failed we could use the internet to order replacement clothes, the insurance would pay for them

Little did he know that today was the start of his feminisation, I felt a shiver of anticipation at the enjoyment I was going to experience becoming his Domme, the start was easy, he had enough clothes but obviously no clean underwear, I said that I had some in his size and returned with a pair of black satin french knickers, I had deliberately chosen these because of the beautiful lustre from the rich satin, he obviously protested but as I said no one was going to see them and he was being stupid

When he came back having changed his underwear I felt a moment of triumph, the first hurdle had been overcome, there was no obvious change in his appearance but I could somehow sense that the caress of the satin was frightening him, the fact that he was enjoying being an unexpected pleasure, I made no mention of them during the day and we caught up with a mountain of paperwork

Wednesday

Once again an early start, today I provided a pair of ivory satin knickers, he didn't protest this time which I felt was a step forward, it was the first moment he became submissive and was the start of his new role in life, I gave him the task of moving boxes of files, I deliberately had made some of these much heavier, he spent the whole day working and I could see by the end of it he was rubbing his back which was obviously hurting from these unusual exertions, I suggested that he should have a soak in a hot bath and go to bed early, that should I reassured him relieve the back pain

Thursday

It was back to the black satin knickers for him, again no hint of protest, his back was obviously still very painful, now for the next stage of his transformation, I suggested that he needed some support for his back and went off and fetched a black satin corset, when he saw it he thanked me but said there was no way he would wear it, I feigned upset and disappointment, I was only trying to help, he would only have to wear for a couple of days at worst, no one would know, it would sort out his back problem and I felt that he was being really ungrateful

After a while he gave in, the corset was an under-bust one and as I laced it tighter had the effect of lifting his chest to form small breasts, he was very embarrassed by this, I could tell by the fact that he kept his arms folded over his chest, at intervals over the next hour I tightened the laces reassuring him that it would help his back

I noticed that the corset changed the way he walked slightly, even with his loose fitting jeans and shirt he somehow looked more feminine, I wanted now to speed up his transformation, the thought of him en femme and in bondage was exciting, my new submissive was appearing slowly before my eyes, I knew however that I would have to proceed slowly to make sure I trapped him

Friday

His back was little better so once again I laced him into the corset, making sure it was tighter than the previous day, he didn't argue about the corset or the knickers however when I produced a pair of opaque stockings he refused point blank to wear them, I pointed out his stupidity, firstly he had been wearing the same socks since he had arrived and they needed washing, secondly the corset had suspenders attached and he might as well use them, my arguments failed to convince him and I turned on my tears, I sobbed that I was trying to help him and that he was being ungrateful, I stormed out the room. I waited what appeared an age before he followed me holding the stockings, he apologized and asked for my help to put them on, I did just that making sure the suspenders were as taut as possible to heighten the sensation of wearing stockings. 

I could sense during that day how confused his emotions were by the experiences of wearing this ever increasingly feminine clothing

Saturday

A day off from work, I suggested we went to the pub for lunch, the jeans he had been wearing all week were by now filthy and the pair in his hold-all were pretty tatty, I offered to lend him a pair of jeans but explained they were a size too small, it would mean that he would have to wear 'his' corset, I enjoyed putting real emphasis on the 'his', he agreed readily as he was keen to get out of the house for a while, he didn't even protest about the stockings, now for the next part of his transformation I thought.

I produced a cream silk blouse, I had chosen deliberately something very plain so as not to alarm him, I told him that it would be hidden under his shirt and that it would be better than wearing a dirty shirt, he hesitated for a long time and I thought I had gone too far, eventually he agreed, we had an enjoyable evening made even more so for me as I could sense his discomfort in feeling very feminine in a public place

It was dark when we left, I had left the roof down on the car and before we got into it put on a Kelly style silk headscarf, I told him to look in the glove box where there was an identical scarf, I suggested that he might like to wear it as it was going to be pretty chilly on the drive home, it seemed an eternity before he picked it up, I helped him with the double knot at the nape of his neck making sure I smoothed the silk over his head as I did so, he really did now start to look more feminine, I also insisted he kept it on until we got into the house, another step forward in my plan

Sunday

A day of rest for him, I allowed him to slob around in his old male clothes, thinking as I did so that this would be the last time he would escape from femininity

Chapter two

The second week begins

Monday

No protest today, he was obviously becoming more compliant and he even asked me to help with his corset, I had switched the jeans I had lent him for a pair with a smaller waist size, this of course meant tightening his corset even more, his waist further reduced gave him a lovely figure and of course the tightness enhanced his 'breasts' more, he was still embarrassed by these and went to great lengths to keep them hidden, this being very difficult as he had to spend a great deal of time clipping his stockings to his suspenders, he didn't notice that his corset now had six suspenders, this making the task more difficult. 

He was so eager to hide his new feminine assets that he was in a hurry to get the blouse on, I had chosen a really beautiful one in rich dark blue satin with long very full sleeves gathered at the wrists with long three button cuffs, the tiny pearl buttons were really fiddly to do up and he had to ask for help with them, another tiny piece of submission, as we were working at home all day I persuaded him to leave off his sweater, this of course had the advantage of showing off his blouse to full effect, I couldn't wait to complete his feminisation but realised that I needed to be very careful not to frighten him too much, I however set myself a target to have him in a skirt by the end of the week

Tuesday

He dressed in the same clothes as the previous day and we worked through the morning, at lunchtime the doorbell rang and I saw him rush to put his sweater on to hide his blouse, I was expecting this interruption as I had invited two of the girls from head office to work with us for the rest of the week, I could see his eyes widen as he took in the fact they were dressed practically identically to him the only differences being their high heeled boots and the silk scarves they wore 'ascot' style around their necks, I was certain that he noticed these were the same as the one he had worn as a headscarf on the drive back from the pub, I introduced him to the girls and left them chatting as I went to change before rejoining them wearing the identical outfit.

We worked through the morning, it was by now getting warm in the house, in the main due to the fact I had turned up the heating, he was clearly getting hot in his sweater, and the girls of course were just wearing blouses

I surreptitiously turned the heating up again, he was by now red in the face, the girls suggested he took off his sweater, he refused and they then took matters into their own hands by ganging up on him and physically removing it, he was very embarrassed as his blouse was revealed in all its feminine glory, the girls said nothing appearing to accept it as completely normal for a male to be wearing a satin blouse and very tight jeans accentuating a slim waist, the only complaint they made was the fact he was not wearing the corporate scarf, they thought that all employees had to wear one! I explained to him that they were in fact correct, normally male staff would wear a corporate tie but as we had none available would he mind wearing a scarf? It would at least keep the girls happy, after what seemed an age he agreed, it was amazing how just the addition of the scarf accentuated his feminine appearance

At the end of the working day we all decided to go to the pub, he immediately reached to untie his neck-scarf, the girls protested volubly and after a while he agreed to keep it on, he started looking for his sweater (which I by now had hidden!), I handed him a jacket saying that we had to get going, he put it on and we hustled him out to the car, it was only once he was in it that he realised that it didn't conceal his blouse and that it buttoned on the wrong side and was cut in a tailored way to accentuate his corseted waist, his discomfort was made even worse when we all put on Kelly style headscarves and insisted he did the same, telling him we would let him remove it before we went into the pub, we had a great evening part of the pleasure for me was the fact we had taken him even further down the road of femininity.

On the drive back to the house the girls insisted he wore his headscarf again and they made him wear it back at the house for the rest of the evening, I could sense he was desperate to escape from its silken caress partly due to embarrassment and also due to the fact he was probably fighting against enjoying wearing it.

When he went up to his room at the end of the evening I followed him up the stairs, apart from his deck shoes he looked totally feminine from behind, I helped him unlace his corset before handing him a full length lace trimmed black silk nightdress with a matching gown, I explained that I needed him to wear the nightdress as he had a habit of getting up during the night and wandering down to the kitchen in his underwear, that had been Ok when there were only two of us in the house but now we had guests wouldn't be acceptable, he was to sleep in the nightdress so that he wouldn't forget to put it on if he got up, he would simply slip the gown over it if he needed to leave his room, he was too tired to argue and I loved the thought as I closed the door of his room that there would be no escape from the touch of silk for him, he would now have spent a 24 hour period largely en femme.

Wednesday

We all had breakfast together in our nightdresses, we insisted he joined us, he looked lovely but I knew how much better he would look once I had completed his transformation

I told him we had to visit two clients on the mainland, these meetings were as soon as our flight landed, once we had done that we could go shopping for some male clothing for him (this was of course a blatant lie on my part, the shopping would be of an entirely different nature!), I had laid out his clothing for the trip on the bed, it consisted of his feminine jacket, his normal corset, stockings and knickers, a cream satin blouse, his corporate silk scarf, a satin gaff, a pair of soft woolen trousers with a side zip and a pair of low heeled loafer style shoes, I explained the point of the gaff, the trousers were tight fitting and because of the side zip would make his male parts very obvious, the gaff would hide these, he was so eager to escape from his captivity in silk and satin that he agreed to wear all of the clothes, I made sure that his corset was even tighter than before, it would heighten all of his other sensations for the whole day.

As he walked downstairs I could see that the heels despite being low made him walk less like a male, another step forward, I handed him his 'briefcase' which was in fact a large handbag with a silk scarf tied to the strap, I carried an identical one and had a use for the scarves planned for later in the day!

I had set up the two meetings, they were both with friends of mine, both with domme tendencies, I told him his role was purely to take notes, at the first meeting I introduced him as my secretary which he clearly found embarrassing, I also apparently inadvertently used the word she rather than he to describe him, saying 'she'll be taking notes'. I deliberately made mistakes in my presentation which he corrected.

Once the meeting was over and we were alone in the office I vented my fury on him telling him that he was only there to take notes and not to contradict me, at the next meeting there would be no possibility of this as I would be taking the precaution of gagging him, his eyes widened he could not believe what he was hearing.

I produced a small black silk scarf from my handbag, he refused totally to be gagged, I reminded him that he was dressed in female clothes, had no money on him and no ID, and if he refused I would just walk away and leave him, he was left with no choice. I forced the black scarf into his mouth then took the scarf from the strap of his handbag, I folded that into a strip and tied it tightly between his lips forcing the first scarf deeper into his mouth, I then took the scarf from the strap of my handbag which I had liberally sprayed with perfume, I folded it into a triangle and tied it over the lower half of his face bringing the two ends around to the front and tying them tightly in a double knot beneath his chin

This scarf has three benefits, it hid the fact he was gagged, the tight silk moved in and out with every breath heightening the feel of it against his skin and the perfume filled his nostrils with every breath

We went to the next meeting, I could sense he was experiencing mixed emotions, he desperately wanted to remove the gag but my threat to leave him dressed as he was prevented this and secondly he was probably enjoying the feeling of restriction which would have been a real concern to him

My friend at the second meeting played her role perfectly, she even commented how much she liked the scarf mask my secretary was wearing, we both during this meeting at all times used the words 'she' and 'her' to describe him.

Once the meeting was over I could sense his relief, he reached up to remove his gag but I insisted he kept it on until we arrived at the shops, at last I could see him thinking I'm going to escape from this nightmare

That was clearly not going to be the case! 

We arrived at the shop owned by another friend of mine, it had a plain exterior that gave away none of the secrets that lay within, in the foyer I asked him to put his hands behind his back, before he realised what I was doing I swiftly handcuffed them, he was now completely helpless.

'Now for some shopping' I said, he shook his head trying to loosen his gag and at the same time was trying to wriggle out of his handcuffs, both were much too tight for that, I led him through the door and his eyes widened with amazement.

There was rack upon rack of skirts, blouses, dresses and gowns, one area at the end had a range of bondage equipment and crops and whips, there was obviously no male clothing anywhere and it was obviously dawning on him what might be his fate

Kate who owned the store joined us, her first suggestion was that we got rid of his silly shoes, these were the low heeled ones he had worn all day, I could see a brief flash of relief in his eyes thinking that he might be returning to his normal male shoes, I sat him down. Kate took advantage of his helpless state to remove his gag; he was surprised when she immediately replaced it, tying it tighter than ever.

I had found a black satin hood on the bondage shelves, it was made with double satin so was thick enough to exclude all light from the wearer and at the same time meant the wearer had the slippery satin against their skin, I pulled the hood tight over his head, he struggling and kicking out all the time, there was to be no escape for him so I then pinched his nostrils shut, I knew this would make it virtually impossible for him to breathe as the combination of the gag and hood meant the alternative of breathing through his mouth was not available, a shudder of excitement passed through me, it was the feeling of having total control over him that I was enjoying so much.

He immediately became still and I released his nostrils, all resistance had gone from him, he allowed Kate to remove his shoes and replace them with a pair of with 4 inch heels, these had the advantage of being lockable meaning there was no way he could remove them.

We helped him to his feet and made him walk, he was very unsteady initially but I saw an immediate change in his gait, his shorter steps really began to make him look more feminine

The next stage was to provide him with full breasts, I got him to sit down again, unbuttoned his blouse and placed a pair of breast forms on his chest, these had a new adhesive which prevented any removal for 24 hours, I re-buttoned his blouse which was now tight enough to make the nipples really prominent against the satin of his blouse. 

I led him next to the whipping stool forcing him to kneel on it, Kate and I were quick enough in releasing his handcuffs and then attaching his wrists to the straps on the side of the stool, our speedy work gave him no time to resist, we then attached his ankles to the stool, he was now totally helpless with his bottom raised slightly

This was too much temptation for me, I selected a riding crop from the selection and began to beat him, I could still just hear his cries for mercy through his hood and gag, those cries merely making me beat him more, I was feeling quite aroused by the scenario

After a while I stopped taking time to caress his hood and blouse, ensuring the satin rubbed into every pore of his skin, I stopped and could sense him relax, I waited a couple of minutes before starting the beating again.

I repeated this process of pleasure and pain for around an hour before leaving him to his own devices, Kate returned before I did and removed his hood but left him gagged, when I came back and sat in front of him, I could see the puzzlement in his eyes, obviously he was thinking 'what have I done to deserve this?'

I explained that the punishment had been due to his insolence in speaking out of turn at our first meeting, he was from this moment to be my full time slave and as such would assume a feminine role within my household, the last two weeks had been preparing him for his new life, from this moment on he would be become a she and would be known by a female name, his look of terror showed how much he struggled to comprehend this and he tried desperately to speak through his gag. I wanted that fear to stay with him and I quickly replaced his hood and left him for the night.




Forced to be Feminine



Thursday

I didn't rush down in the morning, the longer 'she' had to wait the more her concerns would rise, I chose my clothes carefully, a long fishtail leather dress did two things, the leather showed my dominance whilst the restriction of the dress heightened my feminine side, a real contradiction! I had also found a beautiful pair of full length soft leather gloves and a pair of high heeled shoes with steel tips to the heels, I put my hair up and looked in the mirror, a stunning dominant lady looked back at me! I picked up a leather flogger and I was ready to face my new sub.

The heels had the desired effect, I took my time crossing the shop listening to the metallic click of the heels as I slowly approached 'her', I knew that her hood would increase the sense of anticipation as she could hear but not see my approach, I ran the soft leather of the flogger over her hood and back, she mumbled into her gag unable to discern what was happening and who was beside her

I stood beside her, at this moment I felt so powerful, she was totally under my control and I could do anything of my choosing! I took of her hood so that she could see me and more importantly the flogger, she looked very frightened both by my appearance and obviously by the flogger.

She needed to understand that I was her domme so I gave her a few strokes with the flogger, just hard enough to sting and to give her a little pain, I then untied her and removed her gag, she stretched out obviously cramped from her night in bondage, she was taken aback at the sight of her 'breasts' straining the satin of her blouse, we had of course applied these after she had been hooded the previous night, she then reached down to remove her high heeled shoes quickly realizing they were locked in place, she looked at me pleadingly, I shook my head saying that I would decide when they were to removed.

I asked her to ask me any questions she chose to ask, her words came in a rush, there were so many things she did not understand, and the first question was how long she to be kept feminized? The answer I gave was that it was permanent, she would never return to her former life and the trousers (albeit female ones) she was wearing would be the last ones from this moment on she would have to wear skirts or dresses. The next question she asked was why? My answer was because eventually she would accept her female side, it was my role to force her in that direction, next she asked if there was any way I would change my mind, my answer was a very definite 'no', the next question was about the bondage, why was it necessary? My answer was simple, she was now my submissive, and the bondage which she would grow to enjoy was simply to emphasize my dominance. What about the beatings was her next question, again simple for me to answer, they were all about submission and dominance, it gave me a great deal of pleasure to inflict them on her, pain and pleasure was to be a permanent part of her new life.

At this point she started to plead with me to let her go and let her return to her old male life, I was prepared for this and took a large ball gag with a leather strap, I forced the ball into her mouth and locked the strap in place, despite the fact her hands were free there was no way she could remove it.

I told her that her next job was to choose her new wardrobe, she had the run of the shop for the next two hours, I wanted her to choose the most feminine items she could find, they had all to accentuate her new persona, as an encouragement to be careful what she selected, any item she selected that I deemed not in keeping would result in five strokes from the flogger.

I watched her walk into the main body of the shop, her corseted body looked even better with the addition of the breast forms and the high heels really did improve her walk, there was one thing missing I realised, I called her back and placed a leather shackle around each of her ankles before linking them with a short chain, her stride was now effectively hobbled, once she was in a dress or skirt with a wig and make up she would be really feminine in every way.

Two hours later I went back to the shop, there was a pile of clothing on the counter and she stood meekly beside it her eyes downcast, she was obviously desperately hoping she had made the right decisions.

I went through the clothes separating the items into two piles, one that I found acceptable, the other pile the clothes I did not find feminine enough. She had done well, virtually all of the clothes were in tactile materials such as silk, satin, leather and PVC, they were in the main very feminine with high neck and back fastened blouses included, the longer skirts were a mixture of hobble and pencil whilst the mini-skirts were all pleated or just simply flared and all short enough to ensure they would barely cover her stocking tops, the dresses she had chosen included some really tight fitting gowns which would have the effect of restricting her movement. She had also done well with her underwear and nightwear with a selection of corsets and suspender belts catching my eye, I was pleased to see she had without prompting selected some bra's, she obviously accepted that the breast forms were to be a permanent part of her future life, she had chosen a selection of scarves, this included several small black ones, the only purpose of these would be to use as gags, again showing her acceptance of future bondage.

Where she had failed were two cotton blouses, (these were definitely not sensual enough), two pairs of tights (something I would never allow her to wear in place of stockings), she had also failed to select the satin maids outfit and the cream satin wedding dress which I had placed in a prominent position. I collected all these things into one pile slowly counting them out. She looked crestfallen; these errors meant she would receive thirty strokes with the flogger!

I wanted to make the anticipation part of her punishment so I blindfolded her with a silk scarf and told her to stand facing the wall with her hands in front of her. She was to wait there until I decided the time was right to start, obviously her hands were free and she could remove her blindfold (unlike her gag which was still firmly locked in place), I told that if she did remove her blindfold her punishment would be much more severe. I left the room making sure she heard the click of my heels on the hard floor, there was a web cam in the shop which I could watch from the back office, it was fascinating to watch her, she remained motionless waiting for her punishment to start, I had deliberately tied the blindfold quite loosely and being slippery silk it gradually slid off, she was so frightened by the possibility of more punishment so she re-tied it herself, doing so really tightly, another sign of her submission.

I went back into the shop after thirty minutes walking slowly to allow her to listen to my approach, I could see her tense as I came nearer expecting the sting of the flogger at any moment, and I could also sense how uncomfortable it was for her standing motionless for such a long period in the unaccustomed high heels.

I took the scarf off from around my neck, it was heavily perfumed, I tied it over the lower half of her face just as I had done before with the double knot at the bottom of her chin, I could see the silk moving with every breath and knew that now her senses were increased by the removal of her power of sight and speech, the silk against her face coupled with the perfume filling her nostrils would be a very erotic sensation, I walked away slowly after telling her not to remove either of the scarves

Back watching her on the webcam I could see her shifting her weight from foot to foot to relieve the effect of the high heels, I could also see the silk of her mask move with every breath the lustre of the material catching the light.

Another thirty minutes had elapsed before I returned, I led her over to the St Andrew's cross on display in the corner of the shop and raised her arms above her head before fastening them to the straps at the top of the cross, I ensured they were high and tight enough to make her stand on tiptoe even with the benefit of high heels, this I knew would increase her discomfort further, I then forced her legs wide apart before fastening her ankles to the bottom straps of the cross, she was now totally helpless and immobile, next I ran my gloved hands along the inside of her legs carefully avoiding any contact with any of her sexual areas, she shivered visibly at my touch. My final action was to replace the satin hood over her head confining her to total darkness.

I only left her for fifteen minutes on this occasion, despite her restrictions I could see her tense as she heard the sound of my heels approaching, I picked up the flogger and began her punishment, five very hard strokes with a minute between each one, then a wait of five minutes before a further five were administered with a two minute interval between each one. I stopped at this point, she of course was expecting at total of thirty strokes, she remained tensed expecting at any time more pain, I left her for a further fifteen minutes before returning to administer a final five strokes with a three minute interval between each one.

At this point I released her from the cross and removed her hood, blindfold and gag.

I took her to Kate's flat above the shop where she had some breakfast, she was completely exhausted by the events of the morning and the previous night, I suggested she took a bath which I would run for her, I called her once it was ready, helped her out of her clothes and left her to soak, I had unbeknown to her added a depilatory foam to the water, I knew it would sting slightly nut fortunately she fell asleep, only realizing the effects when she woke and found herself with a nearly totally hairless body, all I needed to do afterwards was to help her shave any remaining areas.

Once she had dried off and put on a satin dressing gown I took her through to the adjoining room where I had laid out her clothes from the selection she had made from the shop. The first thing she did was to put on a black satin gaff, this one was lockable and effectively worked like a chastity belt, my control over her was to be total and that included sexual dominance, she would only be allowed sexual relief when I chose. The thought of this was quite delicious, I knew that she was aroused by all of the new sensations I had introduced her to, allowing her little or no relief was another part of my domination that I really enjoyed.

Next I took the responsibility of ensuring her breast forms were securely fixed, the removal of her bodily hair made the adhesion firmer and it would be impossible for her to remove them for at least twenty four hours. I helped her with her corset, this time an over-bust one in heavy black satin, she was by now becoming used to extreme corseting and it was easier for me to tie the laces even tighter than before giving her a really narrow waistline, this when combined with her breasts made her look so much more feminine than previously, black seamed satin topped stockings and a pair of black satin french knickers completed her underwear, I took her through to the next room where Kate was waiting to do her hair and make-up, throughout this whole process there had been not a single flicker of resistance.

The room deliberately had no mirrors, Kate and I wanted her to wait until she could see her total transformation, despite her apparent submission so far we wanted her to feel dominated even at this point so we tied both her arms and legs to the chair making her totally helpless, I went back to the other room to wait for her grand entrance and then to make her first public appearance totally en femme.

It seemed to take a long time then the door slowly opened, it seemed she was almost shy about appearing, when she did my breath was taken away. She was beautifully made up and I could see she had a lovely dark wig on; Kate had changed my selection of clothes to some that made even more feminine. She was wearing a cream blouse, this was made of rich and heavy satin which caught the light as she walked, it was back fastened (and had I knew a small padlock at the top of the fastenings making it impossible for the wearer to remove it) it had a high collar and long very full sleeves gathered into long narrow cuffs, this blouse was teamed with an elegantly restrictive mid calf satin hobble skirt, this had no splits just a small decorative kick pleat at the back, her shoes were high heeled stilettos in patent leather.

We made her walk around the room to show off her new clothes, the hobble skirt made a perfect companion for her stilettos being much more difficult to walk in than a pencil skirt, her stride was already shortened by the high heels, the narrow tightly tapered skirt made the heels more manageable but also visually made her walk more desirable. Her mesmerizingly slow walk made her the focus of our attention, she was being forced to walk as the skirt dictated, I knew that once she was used to it she would enjoy the sensation of being elegantly hobbled by her skirt and of course it would restrict her freedom of movement with her having to make subtle little hobbled movements in order to go about her daily routine, that's the thing I found so fascinating, quite suddenly she had a sensual and sophisticated way of walking, it was difficult to imagine that it was less than two weeks ago when I had started her feminisation

Kate at this point mentioned she had added two more of these skirts to our purchases, one classic style one to just below the knee, the style of which was based on the more extremes examples from the early 1960's, this one was in soft nappa leather and a satin ankle length one narrow all the way down with no kick pleats or vents which would restrict her movement even more.

A short tailored black soft leather jacket with matching gloves completed her main outfit; this emphasized her figure even more. I then noticed some of the details of her appearance, her skirt had a gold chain belt, this would be ideal for fastening her wrists to when I wanted to emphasize her restriction, she was wearing a pearl bracelet and necklace and she wore small pearl earrings, every one of these details made her look more complete.

Kate particularly wanted her to wear a headscarf, she had found a beautiful silk one with patterns of a riding motif including riding crops, very ironic I thought as these would be very much part of her life from now on. There was a particular way that I wanted her to wear it.

I made her tie it with a large knot at the front, it was tied so high up at the front that from a distance it would almost seem to be covering her mouth, it was in fact single knotted just below her lips, the top of the scarf was positioned towards the rear of her head showing the front of her hair, the line of the folded edge of the scarf when viewed from the side crossed high over her cheeks at a dramatic angle, the closeness of the knot to her lips would mean that during conversations she would have to carry out little adjustments to keep it in place and to prevent the knot from sliding into her mouth, this style of headscarf gave her an appearance of mystery and elegance.

We finally were ready to leave, I thanked Kate profusely for all of her help and we set out to return home, a mirror in the hall giving my new submissive her first glimpse of her new self, I could tell how shocked she was by the change in her appearance, I watched her hobbled and very feminine walk to the car and looked forward to next part of our relationship

End of part one



Forced To Believe



Mya's P.O.V

I can do this. This is what you wanted remember. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen.

I repeated this to myself for the twelfth time hoping I was doing this correctly. I stood in front of the Stone hotel. It was a front of course, for those who didn't know what to look for but, I knew better. It was a hotel from floor one to fifteen, but sixteen to twenty was a erotic sound proof heaven.

I found it while searching a BDSM singles website. After four years of wanting this lifestyle to be real and sick of every fake Dom who pretended he was a master, I was ready to try anything. Ignoring it and trying vanilla sex only depressed and frustrated me more. So when I found the link I said what the hell.

I entered the hotel walking down the hall to the front desk where a skinny man maybe in his twenties was standing.

"Hello may I help you?"

I lowered my head suddenly embarrassed and nervous.

"I.. uh .. um I want to fulfill my desires."

There I said it. I didn't want to say it but it was how you gained entry to the erotic floors. I peeked up to see him smirking.

"As you wish, what membership are you looking for a year, maybe six months?"

"I actually just wanted a visiting pass for today, to make sure this is where I want to be."

"No problem."

He turned and handed me a consent form for me to sign. I scanned it, it was basically me acknowledging that I knew what I was getting myself into. I signed quickly before I lost my nerves. As he took it back I inhaled deeply trying to calm myself. In doing so I smelled a delicious aroma. Cologne that made my pu$$y throb. I was always a sucker for great smelling things.

I looked up looking for the source and there no more than an arm length away was a man casually leaning on the wall arms crossed, muscles bulging.

He was dressed casually in a white T-shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. I tried not to but I couldn't help but notice his bulge in his pants. I squeezed my hand into a fist to not reach out. His light chuckle brought my eyes to his blue eyes, strong nose and smirk. His wavy black hair tousled as if he just ran his hand through it. His skin creamy white and delectable. I tried to look away but I couldn't especially since he was staring me down as I did him.

I was suddenly self-conscious. His face didn't change so I wasn't sure if my looks pleased him. Even though I don't know why it mattered to me. I was dressed casually as well just more covered up. Long sleeve black button up shirt, black jeans, and black flats. My mocha skin so dark compared to his. My hazel brown eyes so stale compared to his light blue. My hair was in a tight bun on my head not overly attractive to me just plain.

"Here ya go."

I jumped startled forgetting there was someone else there.

The front desk man had laid five different wrist bands on the desk in front of me. I stared confused and embarrassed. If this blue eyed man was coming for a hotel room wouldn't he find these bands odd. But the skinny man paid no mind to him besides asking.

"Mr. Stone would you like me give you your band so you can go up?"

"No.." He answered without looking away from me. "let her choose first."

The skinny man continued his explanation.

"These bands signify what you are comfortable with when you go upstairs. The yellow means that no one is to touch you, you are observing only. "

Immediately I reached out for it knowing that was all I wanted when I first came here. Before I could grab it thick muscular fingers grabbed mine, somehow I felt so small as his hand incircled my entire hand. I looked to him confused. He only stared back calmly before responding.

"Maybe you should listen to your other options before you're so hasty."

My fingers trembled hearing his deep and alluring voice. I knew he felt it because he smirked, kissed my knuckles and released my hand. I stood there dumbly looking to him before he looked towards the bands then back at me.

I looked back at the bands waiting for the skinny man to continue.

"Er.. as I was saying. The yellow is for observing. The green is if you want to be fondled, touched or kissed etc.

The orange is if you want a fetish bondage, spanking, rough fucking, humiliation. The red is anything goes, your open to everything. And the black is optioned. "

"What does that mean?"

Mr. Stone decided to take it upon himself to answer. I didn't want to look at him because I was already wet from the options of the bands. Then to look at this man and not show I was affected was quite a challenge.

I looked to him squeezing my fist again. To refrain from touching him.

"The black band means you are there to observe but your options are open. Meaning if I wanted to spank you, you could say yes or say no."

"What band will you wear?" I asked boldly.

"Well usually I wear a yellow one." He picked it up handing it to the skinny guy.

Then picked up the remaining three except for the black one. And gave them to him as well. He slid the black one around his wrist and looked at me.

"Why black today?"

"Something interesting caught my eye and I wouldn't want yellow band to stop me from enjoying her."

He smiled then walked towards the elevators. Getting in he leaned on the wall arms folded as the doors slid closed. I looked back towards the front man and nervously asked for a black band slightly envious of whatever women would get his affections and attention.

"See you around." He said

"It's may just be a onetime thing." I replied putting on the band.

"Your new around here so I'll tell you a secret.

Mr. Stone has been wearing that yellow band since this place began. He's never touched a female or spoke to one here unless he needed to which wasn't often. When he wants something he'll get it."

"What makes you think that he wants me?"

"You came today, he sees you and changes bands. Not a coincidence."

I shrugged and walked off. As I entered the elevators and went to the top floor thinking it was a great place to start I tried not to get excited knowing I made that beautiful man change his usual choice. As I stepped out a large bouncer searched my wrist making sure I had a band then let me go through the double doors.

I almost fainted. Sexual acts and smells surrounded me, men were sprawled in chairs drinks in hand as women deep throated them. Women hanging from ceilings and chained to floors being flogged whipped and fu€ked.

One particular scene had my nipp!es hard within seconds. My pus$sy gushing and my breathing shallow. I was vaguely aware that my legs carried me closer till I was a foot away my back to the wall my thighs rubbing together trying to make friction and my breathing shallow as I watched.

A woman was hanging from the ceiling her ankles chained to the floor. She was on the tip of her toes as she fought for release. A man held a vibrator to her cl!t, probably on the highest setting. She thrashed to no avail. She was going to €um whether she wanted to or not and only because he wanted her to. I was so entranced I felt like it was me there and the blue eyed Mr. Stone was doing it to me whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he pushed that vibrator on my cl!t.

My breathing matched hers. Fast and frantic barley able to be coherent. I barley heard my whimpering over her loud moans as she came I gripped my fingers tightly closing my eyes. I groaned realizing my release wasn't going to happen I was just an audience. Before my breathing could even out I yelped as Mr. Stone stepped in front of me. His eyes lustfully looking at me.

I backed into the wall realizing I had nowhere to go. He came closer. So close his lips would've touched mine if I leaned in just a inch. His chest was rock hard beneath my fingertips. He leaned forward about to kiss me, and even though I should've I wanted him to. He seemed to catch himself and shook his head and growled deep in his throat.

"May I touch you?"

I looked at him confused, thinking shouldn't he just take what he wanted that's what I wanted him to do. But he reminded me of one thing when he grabbed my wrist plunking the band with his finger.

He lifted his eyebrow obviously pleading but I knew he wouldn't beg. I didn't want him to either. I answered by grabbing handfuls of his shirt and yanking his lips to mine. He growled, happy I obliged.

One of his fingers went down my collarbone to my breast he lightly stroked where my nipp!e was. I trembled. He pulled away obviously frustrated.

"Why are you so covered up?"

"I don't like my body." I mumbled.

The anger in his eyes should've frightened me but it excited me.

He began unbuttoning my blouse until he got halfway through, he pushed down my bra cup and grabbed a breast I moaned. He began pulling away and I began to pout until he grabbed a nipp!e and pulled I whimpered and mewled.

"So responsive. Does anyone claim you?" He asked huskily planting kisses on my face as I moaned.

"No that is what I'm searching for?"

He gripped my nipp!e painfully and I almost came on the spot.

"Mine!" He growled.

At that word I came to my senses and pushed him away. Barley.

I noticed also the whole room was silent watching us. The sighs, moans, whips and sucking had all ceased to watch us. It was then I remembered what the front desk man said about Mr. Stone never touching women.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No but this fake erotic love at first sight bull isn't for me. Do you change your band for every new member making them think their special. "

"No I..."

"Then what do you want with me.. I don't know anything about this lifestyle I can't be your submissive, I'm not trained and I don't want to be."

I rearranged my clothes and briskly walked back to the elevator avoiding the eyes watching me. As I got in the elevator the door closing I noticed Mr. Stone in the same position I left him , his back to me unmoving.

When I got to the front desk I removed the band and said thank you. He replied see you soon. I returned a I doubt it and he laughed saying what David wants David gets. Always.

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