6 comments/ 39627 views/ 17 favorites A Story of My Confession By: Lexavier Dear Reader, This story is unlike that which I've written before. There's a tiny sprinkle of my own life in here but the majority that you read is that of a fabulous friend with a kinky fantasy. Please enjoy. Everyone in this story is 18 or older. Beautifully edited by taz23girl who did an excellent job. Lexavier Part 1 I feel the need to justify myself, vindication pure and simple. A last plea for understanding before I... well, let's not jump too far ahead. Who am I? Maybe you can help me answer that question by the end of this. Unfortunately to fully understand, we have to start right at the beginning. I hope you can bear with me; the fun stuff will be happening soon. If you want to skip ahead, feel free, we'll see you again in part 2. I can't really pick one defining moment of my life where I can say, "There. That's the moment everything started." My perception of sex shifted and changed, like a river carving its way down a mountain. How much of what I did was simply normal exploration... and how much was I lying to myself? I still don't know. I think in College I was pretty normal. One thing to my advantage was that, at an average build, you could never accuse me of being fat. I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't handsome either. The girls would often call me cute. That didn't stop me being ridiculously shy around them though, which was probably why I had relationship after relationship that never lasted more than a week. I struggled to make the first move, and they got sick of waiting. I was active online though, watching porn and chatting up the ladies in forums, even enjoying some sexy exploits, courtesy of the chat rooms in the various Yahoo online games, back in the day. I was always a keen writer, and I found it relatively easy to find eager partners... that didn't last though, more on that later. Meanwhile, I began a real life relationship which would come to last. To protect her I've changed her name, let's call her Laura. Laura was a member of the orchestra, same as me. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, even plain in some lights, but then there were moments when she took my breath away with how amazing she looked; the Spring Ball specifically comes to mind. Personality wise, she matched me through and through. She laughed, a lot, and she had a sharp mind... and she liked me. For the first time, I had found someone who actually took steps to help me overcome my shyness. Our first goodbye kiss was initiated by her wrapping her arms around me and pressing her lips to mine in a fleeting embrace that I'll never forget. We were both virgins though, and neither of us had any experience with even the most basic stuff. It was a year before our first sexual experience and it didn't go very well. There was a lot of pain for her, even tears rolled down from her eyes. Not what you want, right? The next time was better, but not by much. In fact to this day, our sex could only be categorized as 'OK'. It seems like she won't even try, and I'm running out of ideas. We make love maybe once or twice a year, and it's always quick, leaving me crest fallen with a sense of frustration. That's when it actually works, a lot of the time during foreplay she stops me and she never initiates, she just lays there like she doesn't know what to do... can you tell that I'm bitter? I guess it was during this period of frustration that I started to branch out on-line a little more, striving to discover new ways to self-pleasure so I didn't have this feeling of regret welling up inside. I loved her... I still love her. But I needed more. The first thing I did was get back into on-line role-playing and cyber-sex. I discovered a particular chat website where I set up an account. But this new and mature scene was harder and more demanding. I wasn't getting noticed, despite my improving writing skills. I was also looking for other physical sensations as well. In the shower I explored my body, I even found my Mother's vibrator, a basic model that only had an on and off switch. I had read that, if a certain spot was massaged anally, it'd be the best orgasm a man could have. Perhaps I was doing it wrong, or the smooth plastic wasn't really designed for what I was using it for but I could never find that sweet spot. So desperate was I for a blow job, (Laura would never give me one), that I even tried to bend or roll over. I could only ever manage to lick the very tip of my cock, tasting my pre-cum, and only with much discomfort. Not exactly what I was hoping for. A while later I found Literotica, and later yet, the forums. The role-playing there was in a different class altogether, but once again I found it difficult to find willing partners. The website and the people on the forums inspired me to write my first erotic story. It was mediocre, but I poured my passion and heart into it and I was proud of it. The problem came with how to distribute it? If I posted it, would it be as ignored as I was? Maybe you could say this was the beginning. Maybe when I created the female account, based on someone I had met on-line, that I was really projecting my deepest desire... or some psychology crap. I don't know. What I do know is that it worked. I got good reviews, good comments, and begs for more. For the first time I was receiving sexual acceptance. Believe me, it felt amazing. So where to go from here? Writing on my own was hard work... so I used my new found account and moved across to the forums. A new world of literary adventure opened up to me, or should I say to Alice, my new Pseudonym. Alice had adventure, she flirted and made friends, and she fucked hard. For the briefest of moments, I was fulfilled, I was happy. I even wrote a second story, with the help of my new friends, and this one did even better. My physical sex life didn't seem so bad, now I had this amazing virtual one. But the feeling ebbed slowly, and I was once again left with a cloying sense that I was missing something in my life. Role-playing grew stale and my on-line friends fell away, especially as I started University and my time on-line became shorter and shorter. I was still exploring other aspects of my sexuality. I started to poke through Laura's drawer, the one she had at mine and found a pair of her panties, soft silk and frilly cotton and lace that felt smooth and velvety when pressed against my aching cock. It was only a small transition between wrapping it around my member to actually wearing the garment. The thin material disappeared between my ass cheeks, pressing naughtily against my anus. I would always cum in moments, then feel guilty and ashamed as I ripped them off and put them back in her drawer where I found them, as neatly folded as I could. Another jump came when she left her bra at mine. I wondered how it would feel, what it would look like. Sad as it sounds, I half hoped it'd make my chest look like real breasts so I could imagine touching them. Laura is fairly petite and relatively flat chested so her bra was tight around my body, but with a little help from a pair of socks, it didn't look half bad. Out came the panties again and when I tucked my cock between my legs, I almost looked feminine. I felt silly and ashamed. I left it there for a bit, thinking I had passed that stage of exploration. Why would I need to dress up again? It wasn't until my Brother came to stay with his wife that I did it again. All alone in the house, I found my Sister's opaque tights. They made my legs wonderfully smooth and the dark colour hid my leg hair. Out came the panties and bra again, and with some skimpy pajamas, I felt like quite a hot piece of ass. How to prove it though? There was no-way I'd ever let anyone see me like this. It was a random chat webcam website that allowed me to show off my body while keeping my face hidden. The compliments I got sent shivers through my body. Many of them thought I was a real woman! Of course I could never show them what they really wanted, and once they realized I wouldn't take my clothes off, they left rapidly. I still felt like a straight guy, even after everything. Even though the woman I was fantasizing about was actually me... does that make any sense? Well, apparently it did to me at the time. That's where it stopped though. My interest in the couple pieces of clothes I had started to wane and I soon forgot all about cross dressing. It was around this time that I met him. Who knew the words 'Hey there' and the innocent praise of my story could grow into such a strong bond. We talked, and we talked. Paul was a friend, someone who I...Alice could confide in, share my lack of experience and live through him as he told me of his swinging lifestyle and fuck buddies. It mollified me a little bit, seeing the images and hearing the stories, getting me through the tough years of Uni and into the first year of my job. I even moved in with Laura during this time, the sex life we never had becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, as night after night she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I strove to keep my online life a secret. Paul never asked anything of me, never wanted proof of who I was. Obviously questions came up and I answered suitably, even creating situations and experiences that never happened. It was like he didn't care about who I really was. He trusted me, and I cherished that feeling. I still believed I was straight, even at this moment. Our stories always included a woman, whether it was about how he'd gotten together with someone, or it was just us sharing porn videos and other stories that took our fancy... I never had a sexual attraction to him, but there was an emotional connection growing there that I wasn't exactly aware of. The more I talked with Paul, the further afield our conversations ventured. We discussed all aspects of porn, from animals to aliens. One of the things that struck me was the subject of transsexuals and she-males; he even sent me some videos showing some gorgeous girls, I mean stunning! Women you wouldn't expect to be packing a sleek, thick cock. I have to admit, I grew curious. The more I thought about those cocks, the more the curiosity at what it would feel like to take one in my mouth. Would I be good at it? The idea that it would be a man behind it didn't interest me. I still wasn't attracted to men. But a fascination of playing with a dick took root. I even started watching bisexual porn, the ones where the man would be pounding a woman from above, his cock slicing in rhythm to her screaming moans while he grunted as his own ass was being brutally used by a man, or perhaps a woman with a strap on. But that's all it was, a fantasy, to go along with all my other unfulfilled dreams. I put all that aside, for the love of Laura. Well... I thought I had. Paul surprised me, shocked me is more the word. With no strings attached, he bought me a voucher for a sex toy store. It's not something I had ever contemplated before, sex toys were always too expensive, especially the male ones. I didn't use it for ages, thinking that there was some hidden catch that I wasn't seeing. In the end though, I relented. I had within my grasp the ability to simulate some of those hidden fantasies, without putting myself in any risk, without putting any pressure on me... I bought a Fleshlight, essentially a pussy in a case, a prostate massager and anal lube, and an 8 inch fake cock. Of course Paul wanted to hear all about my purchase so I did have to embellish the truth once more. I bought the cock so I could lie... I told myself... but that didn't stop me slipping the realistic looking rubbery thing past my lips... I explored, I experimented, and I satisfied myself. It was the best experience I'd had to date, barring the first few sexual experiences with Laura. I even tried anal several times with the dildo. It stuck to the wall and after applying a lot of lube, I was able to fuck it. It was more of an emotional high than a physical one as I still struggled, even with the massager, to hit the right spots. I think this event lead me straight back into cross dressing. I had a whole wardrobe to explore and plenty of time to play. I found a couple of outfits that worked well and did a few more on-line webcam experiences. I started to admit I might be bisexual, but I found it was only when I had this feminine mind-set. Looking back, I think I was looking for a more submissive relationship. During sex with Laura, I was always clumsy, always the one that had to lead, and always not being able to control myself. Of course I didn't let it develop. I dressed up a little bit and not very often, and I chatted on-line but never more than that, I didn't know I ever wanted more than that... Part 2 Well thank you for staying with me through that. Some of that was hard to put to paper, but I'm feeling better and we can move on. Hello people who skipped that, I still love you, let's get to the meat of this story together. Laura was working late, as she had a tendency to do on and off throughout the week, and I was just settling in for an evening of porn. It had been a long week of work and I hadn't done much video searching recently, so I was quite looking forward to it. I started as I always did with checking my emails, seeing if anyone had any messages for Alice. Paul did... because I hadn't spoken to him enough at work. I always loved how in the same conversation we could talk about sex and the latest series of The Walking Dead. He was innocuously asking me what I was up to, nothing unusual, so I told him that I was all alone and in the mood for something naughty. I started my search, bringing up my favourite website when my email pinged almost instantly. That was quick, even for Paul. It was like he'd been waiting for my reply. It was just him asking why I was alone, like he'd forgotten the rest of the conversation to focus on this one fact. I paused, frowning. He didn't know I had a partner, he thought I lived with a friend. I told him she was at work and wouldn't get back till late, shrugged and clicked back to my search. It was a great website. It had thousands of videos, handily categorized, with teasing images of each channel on the main page. I realise I just described nearly every porn website, but I found it worked best for me. I half expected another instant email but it didn't ping this time. I was just bringing up an interesting looking video entitled "Cum Slut Compilation" when a knock on the door made me jump. I sighed heavily and shifted the laptop from my lap and pulled down my t-shirt to try and cover the semi that had grown in my jeans. I scratched my short hair idly as I shuffled over to the door. The dark evening of winter was all I could see through the frosted glass. I unlocked the door first, leaving the chain to last, an ingrained routine from childhood. Good thing too because as soon as the lock clicked, the door was jarred open to the maximum reach of the silver chain. Shock took over and I instantly tried to press the door shut again, but whoever was on the other side was strong and with a hard kick, the door crashed open. I was sent stumbling back along with the shards of plaster from where the chain had been ripped from the wall. A dark figure, black mask, black coat and thick black leather gloves pressed his advantage and gave me a sharp kick to the stomach. My breath left my body in a wheeze and my legs collapsed. I sat on my backside heavily and tried to draw in air. I looked up at the intruder and only just managed to raise my arms in time to block the punch aimed at my head. I rolled hard to my left, back into the room and scrambled to my feet. I had almost regained my balance when the man bowled into me, knocking me to the couch. With surprising strength, he gripped my wrists and straddled my waist. I thrashed and writhed and even tried to reach up and bite him but nothing could break his hold. Another figure, slighter and more shapely, but garbed in the same concealing clothes appeared in my view waving a needle. I panicked and kicked out, pleading and begging but all the man had to do was hold onto my arm tightly and in went the needle, injecting the clear liquid straight into my veins. I could feel the power to fight ebb immediately, my vision grew hazy and in seconds I was gone. No time passed. That's what it felt like. I closed my eyes for a second and my whole world had changed. Gone was my comfortable living room, here was... where was I? Questions seemed to rise to my consciousness first as my eyes flickered open. I was greeted by the sight of a stark white ceiling. I didn't know what I was laying on, as I found that I couldn't feel anything throughout my body. In fact I couldn't move, not even a little bit. My eyes rolled in my head, and I let out a helpless groan that reverberated from frozen lips. Someone was there. I could sense them, just out of the periphery of my vision. I could hear the slight shuffle of clothes, the quiet exhalation of someone watching. I tried to cry out for help, but all that would come out was a single beleaguered moan. The sound of a door closing softly caught my attention, and I listened hard to every footstep of their high heels approaching. I was stunned, not only physically, but mentally, by how sultry the woman was who appeared above me. She regarded me coolly as she leant against whatever I was laying on. With a little toss of her head, she flicked the dirty-blonde hair from her face and her painted red lips curled as she noticed my eyes drop to the tight black corset that pushed her breasts up to form wonderfully soft mounds. I made another groan as I attempted to speak but she lifted a red tipped finger and pressed it softly against my lips. The woman was beautiful in her own way, not movie star gorgeous, not air brushed perfection, but striking. Her carefully contained curves and just the way she held herself, the confident, self-assured smirk gave her an undeniable attraction. She glanced somewhere beyond me and nodded her head once. "He's awake." Her voice, smooth like silk, made it difficult for me to register that there was someone else in the room with me. "Good", the reply was warm and masculine. I didn't recognize it. I think anyone would be as terrified as I was at this point. I genuinely thought my organs were going to be harvested. My panic was only just contained by the fact I couldn't move a single muscle. "You know..." came the voice, right by my ear. I'd have jumped if I could, "You're a bad man." The voice grew slightly distant again as whoever it was straightened up. "You lie; you deceive, all for your own personal gain. Your girlfriend, you love her right? You treat her well?" My heart pounded in my chest as he went on his tirade like he knew every detail about me. "Wrong. The life you made with her is fake, it doesn't exist. There's only one time where you ever tell the truth, the only time... you are real... I think you know what I'm talking about... Alice." Alice Oh God "How long has it been, four, five years now? I shared my life with you, I let you in and what do I find. I find I'm being deceived, being used by some bitch with fantasies he can't fulfill" ...Paul...? The man walked round to stand beside the woman, who slipped her arm about his waist. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she clung to him, watching the one sided exchange. I widened my eyes as I looked upon a face I'd seen so often in hundreds of photos, in videos. Paul, the man I had been emailing, the man I thought was my friend, the man who had shared his life, his experiences and asked for nothing... He'd found me and he knew the truth... "Glad to see you recognize me Alice. You should." I fought, I concentrated so hard that I thought my head would explode, I just wanted to run, to get out of there, to stop these people but I couldn't... It wasn't a hateful expression on Paul's face, not even cold. He seemed happy, like two friends meeting in a social circumstance. His hair always looked the same as in all his photos - black and short at the sides with a casual rough look on top that was meticulously crafted everyday with hair product. His brown eyes were large and had long black eyelashes that he'd said were the envy of all women. His face was roundish and he had a couple of scars, one on his neck from shaving and a small one on his temple that stood out against his toffee-caramel skin. Overall he wasn't a bad looking guy all told; he must have been alright to live the life he did. A Story of My Confession He continued, "You see, you're going to make up for pretending to be Alice... by being Alice." I frowned... or I would have frowned if I could move my face. "Let me elaborate, Sarah and I are going to turn you into Alice. Nothing permanent of course, just a bit of fun. Now... the reason we drugged you like that is to better prepare you without all your silly 'objections' getting in the way, OK? Good... well I think we're ready to begin. I wanted to wait till you were awake so you could watch your transformation." he chuckled lightly. The woman, Sarah, chuckled lightly as she disappeared from view briefly before returning wheeling a large mirror that sat on two large poles. It slotted over the table snugly and I found I was looking up at a reflection of myself. I was sitting on a white table, and to this point, I hadn't noticed that I was completely naked. My pale skin was almost as white as the table. As I've said, I wasn't fat, but not exactly toned. Thick curls of black hair grew wildly over my arms, legs and genitals. I had shaved once or twice in my life, but since I stopped, the hair had grown back thicker. "We've been preparing for this for a while..." Sarah whispered as she fixed the mirror into place. She winked at me as she clip-clopped across the room. Paul, as if reading my mind, answered my unspoken question. "Disused office block. I used to work here but since we moved, these offices don't ever get used. I've converted them for my own use." Sarah's hands caressed my skin as she ran them along my legs. Obviously, I couldn't feel that touch, but I watched with worried eyes as she stroked and brushed against me. I just wanted to scream at them, plead with them, tell them to stop and let me go home. What was going to happen to me? Suddenly Sarah was at my side, placing a bucket of some gloopy green liquid. She pulled on thick rubber gloves that gave her an odd BDSM look, either that or she was about to conduct serious surgery. She stuck her hand into the gel substance and with a crinkled nose; she slopped it onto my chest. I couldn't feel whether it was hot or cold, but I could smell a faint burning under the acrid chemical stench. "How long do we have to wait?" Paul asked her. His voice softened and took on a more caring tone when he spoke to her. "It says about 10 minutes." she replied as she worked the compound over my torso. I watched through the mirror as she applied more to my legs, feet, crotch, arms, everywhere. Paul lifted me about as they coated underneath me, spending time to get every inch of my skin. Without warning she started to apply the mixture to my face. As she rubbed it under my nose the smell filled my head. It was intoxicatingly strong and I would have gagged had I had full motor control. She stopped just short of my hairline and I looked like some horrible swamp monster as it oozed off my body. "Done!" she said gleefully, gazing over me critically. "Good. I need a drink." Paul whispered and the pair of them disappeared, their footsteps echoing behind them. A door closed and suddenly I was on my own. Oh god... no-one knows where I am. I'll just be another missing statistic. What would Laura think? Will she call the police? It must have only been 10 minutes, despite it feeling like hours, the pair returned and silently began to wash me down with sponges. They even sprayed my face from a bottle, causing me to clamp my eyes shut. Water seeped into my mouth but I was able to swallow it before it made me choke. The chemical gave it an acidic taste and I prayed it wasn't toxic. I was so preoccupied with that, that I didn't notice my reflection until my body was practically clean. I had always wanted to shave my legs at home but had thought others would think it was too odd. I did shave my privates on occasion; I loved the feeling of my smooth crotch as I caressed the skin, making it even softer with lotions and creams. Now my whole body looked like that, not a single hair other than on the top of my head. It was something a shock; I didn't really know how to react. Of course, I didn't have a choice though; my reaction was limited to silent appraisal. Sarah trailed her hands across my skin and purred like a kitten. "So soft, that stuff is amazing. You've never been so clean in your life." She lashed out her tongue across my chest and made an 'Mmm' noise. I was so riveted by her that I hadn't seen Paul approach at the other end of the table. With powerful arms he lifted up my legs and pushed them back, lifting my hairless ass in the air. I didn't immediately understand what was going to happen next. Paul was obscuring something in the mirror as he over me. Suddenly there was a lot of pressure filling my bowels. Finally, something I could feel! Although my cheer instantly dropped as I realized what it was they were doing. Paul moved away and I could see a hose disappearing through my anus. I could feel everything becoming full and the pressure made me feel like I was going to explode. With a pop, he pulled the hose and a flow of murky, soapy liquid squirted out over the table. If the smell bothered Paul, it didn't show. He just stuffed the hose back inside patiently. This happened twice more, till the pair was satisfied I was completely clean down there. They then proceeded to wash me, using scented gels and perfumed hair products till I was perfectly clean and smelling sweet. Part 3 When would this drug wear off? They'd left me again, laying here naked, smooth and perfumed. They'd spent a little time cleaning up after my 'evacuation'. They'd said when I did it by myself it'd be easier. That didn't make any sense; I'd never do it by myself. First chance I got I would be gone. They'd also removed the mirror, leaving me staring up at the white ceiling again, feeling like an experiment in some lab. The door opened quietly, and a single pair of footsteps trotted over hurriedly. Help at last! I was wrong though, it was Sarah. She smiled down at me as she came to a stop. "Paul's gone to get a few things. Look... Laura texted you." She waved my phone in my face, it was old and the leather was peeling from the case but it was definitely mine. I could see the time was 7pm, I'd really only been here an hour! I tried to yell as Sarah began texting my girlfriend back, she read out what she was writing as she typed. "Hey Baby... I read that bit from your other texts by the way... I'm OK ta, (?) you? I got called into work actually, might have to visit the client in London on emergency out of hours. Will let you know. Love you, X X X... How sweet!" She giggled as she slipped the phone away out of view. I raged silently, now no-one would be looking for me for hours! Paul returned, his stride steady and confident. He leaned in and gave Laura a soft kiss on the cheek as he placed the bags he was carrying down at her feet. "Get everything?" She asked, and he nodded with a smirk. The smirk turned into a mischievous grin as he withdrew a large plastic package. He pushed two flesh toned lumps into each hand and held them up for me to see. They were oddly realistic looking breasts in my skin colour. Pale nipples poked out as if they were constantly aroused. If they'd been attached to someone, I had no doubt I wouldn't be able to tell they were fake. Working together, they fixed the breasts onto my chest with some form of glue and used make up to blend the seams to my body. I couldn't see the outcome or even feel any difference due to the damn drug coursing through my veins. In fact the next several minutes were a complete mystery to me. Occasionally I'd catch glimpses of dark lace or silk, and my vision would tilt as they moved me about, but I could never see myself, they made sure of that. At one moment, Sarah leaned over my head, briefly smothering me in corseted cleavage. When she pulled away, I felt something around my neck. I could actually feel it in an odd, disembodied sort of sense, just a tightening around my throat, a constriction like... a collar? Paul joined her at my head, and handed her several brushes. With firm fingers, he pinned my eyelids closed as Sarah began to do my makeup. I waited in the darkness of myself, till suddenly they were stepping away and examining their hard work with happy smiles. "She's so pretty!" Sarah exclaimed, causing a throaty chuckle from Paul. "Let's play now!" Paul held up his hand to warn her off. "We have to be patient. We have to wait for the drug to wear off, so our pretty little thing can feel everything. Let's get her ready though." Ready... for what? They wrapped a blindfold around me and I was suddenly adrift, floating in an endless space, falling down and down... I must have fallen asleep... I awoke, dizzy, for the second time. Instantly, I felt the sharp tingle of pins and needles throughout my entire body and I tensed every muscle as I waited for the feeling to subside. I strained my limbs but they could barely move, but it wasn't from any drug this time, the clink of chains and the firm grasp of clamps held me in place. I opened my eyes and looked around the deep red bedroom I was in. Across from me, covering one wall was a large mirror that allowed me to see the whole room and everything they'd done to me. I was locked to a silk covered four poster bed by my arms and legs. They had a little give, a wiggle, but that was all. The chains fed up through hoops at the height of each corner of the bed. The rest of the room had standard dark oak furniture and a red carpet. All the red made me think it looked like a prostitute's boudoir... and that scared me. I stared at my reflection in the mirror but I didn't recognize the person looking back. I had golden hair, cut into a bob, the tips hanging to curl around my jaw. It must have been a wig or something but as I tried to shake my head, it didn't feel loose. My face was covered in make-up, from eye liner to the same ruby red lipstick that Sarah had on. It was expertly done, hiding my cheek bones with clever use of shading. Around my neck was the thick black collar, hiding my Adam's apple. Around my torso was a tight fitting black corset, again styled very much like the one Sarah had been wearing. This one had frills and highlights in a deep red. My eyes widened as I saw that I had beautiful breasts, soft swells almost spilling from the corset! If it had been anyone else I would have drooled over such a cleavage. A garter belt was holding up two long black stockings that covered my legs to thigh height, and a thin black lace thong disappeared between the crack of my ass. It must have been crotch-less or something as my cock lay out the front comfortably. Wrapped around my feet were strapped high heels that entwined around my ankles. All in all, a fucking hot bitch stared back at me. I was frozen in shock, examining every inch of my new look with a mixture of horror and ashamed arousal. My dick twitched and throbbed, growing out to its full length as I gazed upon... myself. 'Traitor' I thought to myself as I tore my eyes away the alluring image. A door opened, briefly filling the dimly lit room with bright daylight before it closed again. Paul and Sarah strolled across the room, arm in arm. Sarah's hair looked a little more disheveled this time, and the pair of them were flushed and panting slightly. "Oh good. Alice is awake!" Sarah cried happily, skipping the last few steps to stand beside the bed. The way she used my 'name' sent a cold shiver through me. "Mmm you look so tasty." she whispered in my ear as she ran a hand over my chest, stopping to give a breast a good hard squeeze. "What do you think sweetie?" I glanced up at Paul as he nodded in response. He turned his gaze on me, meeting my eyes and smiled. "And how are you feeling?" he asked me. The sudden realization that I could finally talk sent me into streams of begging and pleading, hoping they'd listen and let me go. With a sudden, painful shriek, my rambling was cut short as I was sent into violent jerks. I twisted and cried out in agony, every nerve fiber in me seemed to spark with the pain. It ended as quickly as it had begun, leaving me feeling like I was steaming. Paul slipped the control to the shock collar back into his pocket. "That's enough of that." he said simply. It was starting to dawn on me how trapped I was. I was completely at these people's mercy and now they had a way of controlling me. I had no doubt if I'd been stood up or walking then that shock would have grounded me instantly. "Awww, did he hurt you?" Cooed Sarah, right by my ear. Her hands wandered over to softly enclose around my semi-hard member. Her tongue lashed out against my ear, sending tingles through my body. I had always loved having someone tease my ears, but now it seemed like a cruel trick to entice my body. It worked too, as I unwillingly reacted despite the anger and fear dwelling in my belly, my cock hardening to stand at attention. Sarah hissed her breath as she glanced across to see my thick, 6 inch cock. "Oh Hun, how could she not appreciate something so wonderful!" She declared, inferring (referring to) my girlfriend. Sarah climbed into the bed and lounged beside me, still squeezing and gently massaging my cock. I looked up at Paul, wondering what would become of me, until I felt the pleasurable hot breath against the tip of my dick. An uncontrollable gasp escaped my lips as her wet tongue slid against me, collecting the pre-cum that was beginning to form. My eyelids drifted closed as she took in my head and swirled her magnificent muscle around my organ. Fuck, I was in heaven. It was everything I had dreamt it would be. As she held me there, teasing me, my hips thrust up involuntarily, desperately begging for more. Sarah simply moved with me and giggled as she continued at her own pace, slowly taking me in and out of her skilled mouth. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the experience, to think this was all going to be worth it, I felt the chains attached to my legs slowly pull taught. The hoops slid slowly along, pulling my legs up till they were in an upward V shape where the mechanism stopped. Panic set in as I felt pressure against my anus. I froze, my body tensed and my ass clenched as tight as I could. Neither of them said a word, but Sarah continued to coax me to relax. She pushed herself forward, taking more of me in. I could feel myself bump against the back of her throat with a little wet gag and a slurp as slipped back down again. I relaxed. I didn't want to but my body was enjoying itself. The pressure on my ass continued and as Sarah expertly forced me to concentrate, Paul's questing digit slowly worked its way inside me. I gripped the table hard, unable to comprehend the mixture of confusion and arousal that tore through my body. Paul's touch was soft, exploring, allowing me to get used to the sensation. It wasn't the first time I'd had something up my ass. I'd explored by myself and I'd used a toy but I'd never really got it to the pleasurable stage. Paul knew what he was doing though, and a strange new sensation came when he found just the right place to rub. He placed a firm hand on my thigh as the other began to finger fuck me in a way I had never been before. Sarah was getting enthusiastic as well, slurping and drooling, engulfing my phallus and rubbing my balls between her fingers. I couldn't have stopped it even if I'd wanted to, a torrent of cum exploded from my cock, my tight hole squeezing and clamping around Paul's finger as an ecstatic Sarah sucked and licked every glob and spurt of my seed, coating the inside of her mouth. I moaned loudly, my body jerking and shaking as I had the strongest orgasm I'd ever had at the hands of someone else. Sarah groaned greedily, making sure she got every tiny bit till my muscle gave out and I gasped, panting hard against the bed. Sarah scrambled from the bed, pulling Paul along and with a forceful hand; she pushed him to a kneeling position in front of her. Her eyes met mine and with a wide grin, she leant over her lover and opened her mouth. A string of my deposit seeped slowly from between her lips, dangling off her tongue and into his waiting mouth. He groaned as she immediately kissed him, gripping his head as they shared my cum. When it was all gone, she looked back to me and winked, somewhat knowingly. As I regained my breath, a cocktail of anger, fear, and guilt blended in the pit of my stomach. I was a prisoner, being used by these two fucks. I shouldn't be enjoying this; I should be trying to get away. I gritted my teeth together, mentally telling myself not to give in to the pleasure they were giving me. "So Alice, did you enjoy that?" I stayed resolutely silent; I wasn't going to admit to them that that was the single most intense orgasm of my life. She tutted to herself and wandered closer, lifting my chin slightly and snaking her tongue between my clamped lips, forcing her way in to claim a passionate kiss. I relented a little and kissed her back, our tongues writhing together, the faint taste of my cum still lingered in her mouth. She pulled back, happy to have my attention again. "Let's try something else, shall we? I'm dying to see that ass take something a bit bigger than Paul's finger." I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Oh god no, please don't I can't, I ..." Shh, Sarah placed a finger on my lips and shook her head, pointing over to where Paul was swinging his remote for my collar. "I told you Alice." He said huskily. "You will become Alice, and Alice wanted all kinds of nasty things done to her, you remember? You remember telling me how you wanted to experience what it was like to be taken, to be used? That might have been all talk from you, but I could tell Alice really wanted it." I was speechless. There would be no way out till I gave in, but to give in would be to accept the things that were happening to me. Something in my head wouldn't give up that easily. As I looked around in wild desperation, I spotted the mirror once more. I'd forgotten it was there, not wanting to look upon what they'd done to me. A small voice in the back of my head whispered, "Isn't this what you wanted?" and I had a hard time disagreeing. Once more, I tore my gaze away from the whore on the bed to watch Paul approaching, holding something in his hands. It had a foggy transparent colour and was shaped exactly like... like... a plug. I had no doubt what they intended to do with it. It was merely inches away from me; it was like I could sense it, waiting to penetrate me. My body tightened and I swore vehemently that I wouldn't allow that thing to enter me. Sarah began to lube it up, making it slick and slippery. "It's not that big you know. It's perfect for beginners like you. Think of it as a starter before your main course." Paul continued to talk but I wasn't listening. I was concentrating with all my might. He seemed to notice my lack of reaction and chuckled to himself. "Oh Alice, you have so much to learn." He gave my ass a hard slap, causing me to gasp. Somewhere beside me, Sarah purred. "Ooo she likes that! Do it again!" Before I could even cry out, Paul slapped my other cheek. I jolted back, wincing as I clenched my teeth. I was sure my buttocks would be red, but that didn't stop Paul from spanking me again, and again. Pausing with each to rub and squeeze my glutes. It was so humiliating, and I knew with all my twisted fantasies, being spanked really wasn't one of them. But Paul and Sarah were definitely enjoying themselves, and it distracted me enough that I didn't even notice the pressure against my anus till it was way too late. Pop! Not so much a sound as a feeling. The plug entered me with a spike of pain which didn't diminish completely, but left a burning 'fullness'. I could feel my body trying to push it out but it was too large. The chains suddenly began to lower and the pressure of my body on the bed pushed the plug deeper, causing a gasp of discomfort to escape my lips. A Story of My Confession "You'll grow used to that. This is just the start Alice." Paul said seriously. "Now, I'm going to unlock you. Here are the rules that you are going to obey. One. You will not hurt or otherwise attack myself, Sarah, any guests we bring into our home or yourself. Two. You may not try to escape, you play nice and you'll be allowed to go home soon. Three. You may not remove any item of clothing or accessory, no matter how uncomfortable you get. Four. While dressed as Alice you will do as we command, when we command. Break one of these rules and the punishment will be serious. When I say serious, I mean we will put you down, drug you, and have you really turned into Alice, surgery and all. Understand me?" I simply nodded. What could I say? It seems like they had me trapped, and the promise that I'd be let free if I complied was a light at the end of the tunnel. Paul unlocked me silently and together, he and Sarah headed to the door. "I'd have a stretch and a walk around, sexy, you'll probably need it." Sarah said sincerely before the door closed behind them. Part 4 I tottered around in my high heels, looking round the room. It wasn't easy. The soft carpet wasn't exactly the firmest and this was the first time I'd ever tried high heels before. It wasn't what I'd call a classy walk. It didn't help that with each step, the plug shifted and moved uncomfortably. I really had to focus on exploring the room to distract my mind. It wasn't easy though, especially as I came to stand in front of the mirror. On close inspection, I was still there under all the makeup and accessories. But as soon as I took a step back, I was lost to the woman in the mirror, the hot slut with her pout-y lips and appealing cleavage, and smooth sexy legs. Now that I was alone I was able to appreciate what had been done to me. In fact, if I'd been at home, I might have desired to be this way, for a time... I watched the woman in the mirror bite her bottom lip seductively, saw her strike a pose so I could admire all her curves, lean forward to display her beautiful soft mounds... holy crap what was I doing... I moved on past the mirror. You may be wondering why I was fighting this. It was a matter of choice and principle. Yes, I had secretly wanted to play this way, a fantasy I had unfulfilled, but to be kidnapped, threatened and treated this way... is this really want I had wanted? Would I have ever gone this far without them? The door opened, and I spun around. This was the first time I'd been free and stood face to face with Paul. The thought of attacking him of course crossed my mind, given the chance I could probably take him, although in the heels it might be difficult. But he had in his hand the shock remote, and I knew I was defenseless. He wandered in and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him invitingly. Reluctantly but resigned to the fact that now was not my time to escape, I gingerly sat beside him, trying to keep the weight off the toy in my ass. Paul tried to conceal the smirk at my discomfort. "Can you remember..." he began, idly fiddling with the remote, much to my apprehension, "we shared a story once, a story that was similar to this situation. We both enjoyed it and I remember distinctly that there was one part that Alice said she'd very much like to try... do you remember?" I shook my head, the golden hair swaying gently. Paul smiled wickedly and chuckled. "Well, we did this for you. I spent a long time and a lot of money getting this just right and I hope you come to appreciate it." The look of confusion and suspicion made him laugh again. "Don't look so scared, we'll take good care of you. Now... Sarah is going to bring in a special board... and I'm going to lock you to it." I almost jumped up, but Paul placed a hand firmly on my thigh. "Now now, it's only so you don't hurt yourself. You will do as I say willingly Alice, or I'll use the collar to put you on that board, either way you'll end up strapped on it. I could have screamed. I wanted to. But I didn't, I just sat there mutely, wondering how far away that light at the end of the tunnel was. Sarah knocked on the open door politely before wheeling in a heavy looking table. It was like one of those BDSM chairs, all polished wood and covered in thick, soft pads. Only this one curved smoothly, contouring to the body. Instantly I could see that when I laid on it, my cock would hang through the hole in the board and my ass would be sticking up in the air. Paul stood and offered his hand to me but I just sat staring at the board. It had soft padded shackles attached; it wouldn't give me a lot of moving space. "Get up." Paul growled softly. I snapped from my trance to look up at his impatient expression. Slowly I rose to my feet and he grasped my hand, leading me up to the board. Suddenly I couldn't, I panicked, with a wide eyed gasp I tried to back away but Paul was on me in an instant. His fingers entwined in my fake hair, pulling it back sharply. It was so affixed that it felt like my whole scalp would be ripped from me. He planted a firm hand on the small of my back and wrenched me forward, collapsing me against the board. Quickly he pulled me into position, stretching my arms out and fixing them with loud clicks in the padded cuffs. I was right, my ass stuck up in the air like a dog in heat. It was surprisingly comfortable though, my chin rested on a pad as well as they attached my collar to the board by a little chain. I found I could look round but it was impossible to lay my head to the sides. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" Sarah purred. "Shall I...?" "Yes." Paul answered the unfinished question. There was a moment of silence; Paul simply stood there, his hand resting on my ass, his thumb stroking my cheek idly as they waited for Sarah to return. The sound of a trolley, something else on wheels, rattling, announced her return. I looked across at the door to see Sarah wheeling in a machine. My eyes widened and my mouth fell into an 'O' of shock and revulsion. I'd seen those machines before, with their gyros and other mechanics attached to a quivering, thin rubber dildo. I glanced up at Paul in horror, who simply grinned and winked, giving the fake cock a couple of firm strokes as it was positioned behind me. "Feels just like the real thing." He intoned, pushing the contraption flush to the board. He took a hold of the plug, something I'd almost forgotten was inside me, and very slowly began to pull. I grit my teeth and almost yelled as my anus parted wider to allow the thing to plop out. "Ooo, now that looks hot. You're pretty pussy is ready and waiting to get a good fucking..." Sarah moaned. I actually blushed and a little thrill ran through my body. I watched in the mirror as they applied lube to the pink dildo, making it slippery and gently they moved it into position. Once again, refusing to just give up, I clenched my body and tensed, but the pressure on my backside was undeniable. As the head forced its way inside me, I cried out in pain, anger and humiliation. The machine started up with a loud whir and quick as a flash, the thing was inside me. I've never screamed like that in my life. The pain was indescribable, with each thrust of the mechanism it felt like I was being torn in two. "You have to relax!" Sarah shouted at me. Like it was that easy. "Come on babes, you can do it. Just relax." I felt her press her hands to my tensed shoulders, using skilled digits to massage the muscles. She was right. The more I unclenched and relaxed, the less it seemed to hurt. It was still uncomfortable; the flesh toned cock was unrelenting with its slow yet undeniably strong pace. "Hey, Sweetie... Look..." Sarah breathed in my ear, directing my sight to the mirror. What I saw both aroused and abhorred me. There she was, the woman of my fantasies, bent over a board, being fucked in the arse by a fucking machine. As I watched her... me... I seemed to slip a little into the role, biting my lip in a feminine way or pouting. I locked onto that smooth dildo, disappearing between smooth, firm cheeks. For that split second I forgot who I was and accepted what I had become. It didn't feel... unpleasant... No! I rebelled. This wasn't my choice but some sick twisted game! I couldn't! I wouldn't! I turned back to Sarah, her expression of joy at watching me turned sour as she saw my sneer of contempt. She huffed slightly and straightened up. "You'll come around. It's obvious what you want when you look at yourself, Alice!" Paul stepped to her side as they moved to the door of the bedroom. My heart stopped as I realized they were going to leave me. "No! Stop! You can't go! Please!" But my cries fell on deaf ears as they disappeared through the door, closing it softly, leaving me with nothing but the whir of the machine as it fucked me over, and over. I was jolted into the board with each deep penetration, it slipped and sliced thickly. I glanced back at the mirror, unable to tear my eyes from the sight. It wasn't... terrible. The longer I lay there, the more I could feel each thrust. My cock began to twitch and grow, throbbing with every racing heartbeat. Oddly, I felt like I needed the device to change rhythm, I wanted it harder, faster. Involuntarily I tried to buck backwards, move my hips back to take it in deeper but I couldn't move an inch from the board. It felt like hours, with nothing but the thundering fuck machine and my heavy breaths to break the silence... Part 5 I had no concept of the passage of time. Reluctantly, my body slowly grew used to the intruder in my backside. I was grateful for the price the couple must have paid for such a long lasting lubricant, it stayed slippery and wet for the entire time that I'd been strapped to the board. Just when I was thinking I could outlast it, and maybe be finished and get to go home, Sarah made another appearance. She didn't speak a word, just walked purposefully behind me and switched off the machine. I could see the smirk on her face when I sighed in relief, and it turned to an outright giggle when I groaned in anguish as she produced a larger, thicker cock to replace the one that had assaulted me. It was at least 9 inches with a proportionate girth. It was deep purple and ridged and vein-y just like the real thing. Clinically, Sarah attached it on the machine, lubed it up and moved it into place. I was ready this time, and clenched with all my might. Without even stopping, she flicked the remote that was attached, unseen, to her hip. I choked back a cry as the shock collar delivered a powerful bolt, simultaneously having the cock press deep into my ass as my uncontrollable body twitched. She turned off the collar and turned on the machine. It was like I was back at square one; I could feel it press against every contour of my passage. This time, it moved with a changing rhythm. Sometimes it sawed back and forth slowly, then suddenly and without warning, it thundered into me, causing me to grip the board and scream. Sarah left me. I guess I'd gotten what I was begging for only a few moments ago. Willing my body to relax, I took slow, deep breaths. I stared at my reflection, watching the purple beast relentlessly pound my ass, and decided that to get through this, I would need to focus, otherwise I'm just hurting myself. I bit my bottom lip, loving how the stark white of my teeth pinched the ruby red lips. The mounds of flesh barely contained in my corset were speckled with droplets of perspiration. The soft ribbon and lace fluttered with every hard jolt of my body. The thong was pulled up and away with every slice of the mechanism. My member hung stiff and throbbing with unattended urges. My body was starting to enjoy itself, I felt like I was on the brink of cumming but never quite able to. I was adjusting to the size, feeling myself stretch till it was almost comfortable. Another bout of drilling as it switched up its pace had me gasping and... actually moaning. I was glad no-one was in the room to see my will crumble. "Fuck my ass..." no more a whisper but it felt good on my lips. I began to wish I could feel more than just this toy. I wanted pressure against my legs, hands on my waist, I wanted to feel heat, desired to share the groan of someone behind me... The door opened with a click to snap me from my revelry. Sarah sneaked in, glancing around the door behind her as if she were avoiding someone, like she wasn't meant to be here. She brought in with her a tall bar stool and as she made her way over to me, she pressed a finger to her lips. I had planned to stay silent anyway, lest I give away my momentary lapse into the role of Alice. Silently, she placed the stool as close to the board as possible, the top being just about level with the seat. I watched with fascination as she pulled down her frilly thong, revealing her perfectly shaven pussy. She clambered onto the stool and perched herself on the edge of the board, resting her stocking clad legs against the wood. My senses instantly filled with the hot, heady smell of her arousal. She brushed the hair from my face gently and scooted a little closer. I gazed up at her flushed face, just as her fingers entwined in my hair and she forcefully pushed my face into her sopping wet mound. Instantly my tongue went to work, slurping up the juices that had formed on the outer lips before plunging deep between her folds. Just then the machine ramped up once more, thrusting fast and hard, rocking me back and forth, almost vibrating me against Sarah. She giggled and gasped with lustful pleasure as I sampled the most wonderful of drinks. The acidity danced on my tongue, mixed with sweetness like honey and a spicy fragrance that couldn't be described. I unleashed my pent up hormones with my tongue, flicking and sucking. My cock was so hard, bobbing up and down with every thud of my heart, the flavour of Sarah flooded my mouth, her lewd moans of pleasure filled my head. A gasp... my eyes shot wide... a feeling I'd never had before... sharp, electrifying bolts of pleasure fired through me. Sarah hadn't noticed, she still kept me pinned to her, her back arching as she urged me on. I was in a world of my own though, cum was dribbling for my cock, spilling onto the carpet; my ass was spasming, my muscles clamping down on the intruder. I groaned loudly as more and more waves of pleasure rocked through me with each hard thrust of that cock, every drop of cum that escaped. Finally Sarah noticed something had changed, and she gasped as she stared in the mirror. "Oh Alice..." she breathed. She yelped as my tongue got back to work and I soon had her back into a writhing state as she neared her own orgasm, her eyes never leaving the mirror. My mouth filled with her juices as she came hard, spraying my face and mouth, leaving me to swallow or choke. She released me and stroked herself down from her climax, purring like a kitten as she sank from the stool. Woodenly, she moved over and turned the machine off, letting it withdraw. I felt strangely empty as the head slipped from my ass, my muscles twitching, and my hole gaping as if it desired to be filled once more. Sarah returned to my head, and with a finger under my chin, pressed her lips to mine in a strangely loving way. She smiled lightly as she scooped up her underwear and sauntered from the room. I wasn't left alone long. Paul appeared with a content grin on his face. He didn't say anything but simply unlocked me and allowed me to stand. Weakly, I stretched all my limbs but other than that I stood there, not wanting to risk his wrath, unsure what I was supposed to be doing. Paul nodded to himself and took my hand in his, leading me from the bedroom into what appeared to be an office corridor. He led me back into the white room. It really did look like a lab, all white walls and white floor, various metal counters and sinks were set up along one edge, and the table I had been lying on was sitting in the middle. Large black cameras were set up, all pointing to the middle. Had they been recording me...? Paul led me to that table and had me sit on it. I did so submissively, still scared about the collar around my neck and his threats against me. Gently, he removed my heels and started to rub my feet, easing the joints that had been restrained. He undid the garter belt and rolled my stockings down one at a time. The rest of the clothes followed, my corset was untied and my thong and garter were removed. My breasts still looked strangely real even without any clothes. I stared down at them, resisting the urge to squeeze and play with them. Paul admired me for a moment before applying a substance to the seam. It burned a little, but the more he rubbed, the more the breasts peeled from my body, till I was left with two large red patches over my chest. I took in a breath, feeling oddly light. With a soft tissue wipe, he removed the makeup from my face and chest and unpinned my hair. He stood back and nodded again to himself, pointing to the mirror across the room as he busied himself with putting everything away. I stood up, unsteady on my feet, and wandered over. What I saw was ... me. Plain old... boring... average me, albeit completely hairless. I looked back over at Paul and he was on his way out, having left a pile of clothes on the table. They were mine. I hurried over and dressed, feeling completely comfortable once again. The corridor outside was empty, and I wandered down it to the where it ended at a 'T' junction. Looking left, I could see Sarah and Paul sat in a lounge like area, taking a drink and relaxing. They stopped and looked over at me curiously. The other way was a door clearly marked exit. I glanced one more time at the couple, holding each other's hand in a sign of affection, before I turned and stepped into the dark of the evening. To this day I don't know how I felt when I stepped from the building on that particular, quiet and mild evening. Was it relief, was it regret? I was free... does that mean I should have made more of the experience..? It looked like I was in the centre of the city. I checked the time; the last bus would leave soon. Laura would be worried...