Girls Will Be Girls

 

 

Copyright 2000 Lance Edwards

 

(approx 17,000 wds)

 

 

It was just after lunch when the girls got home.

 

Todd Lamprey was hard at work, deep in the alternate world he was creating. Seated before the computer in his wheelchair, he hammered away at the keyboard, intent on both venting his passions and bettering his circumstances. Ten years ago he�d suffered a serious spinal cord injury, and since then he�d been poor, celibate, and bound to the bed or chair. Only money could improve his lot in life, so Todd poured all his daily frustrations into creating works of popular fiction he hoped would sell.

 

If he succeeded, money, women, and physical comforts would inevitably follow. If he failed, he was at least achieving something constructive, and relieving some painful pressures. Lord knew he had enough of them in his highly circumscribed life.

 

Generally he worked straight through the afternoon. But not today. Alyssa had been out all night with her friend from Colorado, and he was worried about her. Only seventeen, she was still quite young and extremely wild.

 

At thirty, Todd was youthful enough to remember what that kind of life was like and old enough to be scared for her on that account. For although he�d only known her for a month or so, he already cared about Alyssa a great deal. The minute he heard the apartment door bang open, he closed the chapter he was working on, shut down the computer and turned to greet his prodigal housemate/personal care aide.

 

A giggle came from the kitchen, Alyssa�s giggle, and helplessly his heart sped up.

 

Todd cursed himself, and forced his foolish organ into a blink review of their situation. They had an arrangement of free rent in exchange for home health care, and that was it. Alyssa had her own room and her own life. In the morning she would help him bathe and dress, then transfer him to the wheelchair. At night she would reverse the process, returning him to bed. Besides sharing a few meals and an occasional joint or two, that was it. Still, they�d been growing increasingly close lately, and propriety was beginning to battle with more hormonal instincts.

 

Every day this hot young woman handled his naked body, even to the extent of changing the condom, drainage tube and collection bag he was forced to wear taped to his penis.

 

Todd was lonely, and working in such close proximity encouraged the sharing of intimacies, at least for him. He spoke much with Alyssa, forming a personal bond and perhaps revealing a bit more of himself than he intended. But he remembered propriety, and he didn�t press her to reciprocate.

 

It was enough just to have someone sweet and attentive to talk to. As a result, he still didn�t know much about Alyssa Muenster � except for the fact that he loved her. Fresh and young, beautiful and engaging, she was in some ways like a weird combination of both the wife and the daughter he�d probably never have: a powerfully emotional, undeniably erotic and yet conventionally forbidden presence in his life.

 

Unfortunately for Todd (and untold millions of other disabled men), being crippled forced him into a bit of reticence around women � particularly those of illegal age.

 

People naturally expected a quad to be a pervert, and why not? Most were denied any normal sexual expression. And to be truthful, Todd would admit that he�d developed his own share of outrageous fantasies over the last ten years of helpless, involuntary celibacy. But to his credit, none of them involved taking unfair advantage of homeless minors. Au contraire. As hot as young Alyssa was, as much as he truly loved her, he refused to even consider seeking sex with her, and not for just legal and ethical reasons. Simply put, after ten long years of consistent rejection, her beauty daunted him.

 

Why would this awesome young woman, rich with the first flower of irreplaceable youth, want anything to do with a penniless, thirty-year-old quadriplegic? She wouldn�t. The whole idea was ridiculous. Therefore it was better to share what limited intimacies were encouraged, and not torment oneself by contemplating situations he shouldn�t, and probably couldn�t, expect. But at times like this it was hard.

 

Despite being out all night, neither girl looked the least bit worse for wear. Through the door they literally bounded into the kitchen: beautiful young Alyssa followed by her nearly equally attractive, multiply pierced, petite, even younger and wilder, cross-country hitchhiking girlfriend Briana. Roses glowed in porcelain cheeks, and both girls were so hot, so fresh and young and full of vibrant life, that Todd flushed uncontrollably at those recurrent unwanted stirrings.

 

It didn�t help matters that they were so damn friendly. Together they dashed into his room, and tall, slender Alyssa threw her arms around his neck, hugging him enthusiastically.

 

�Hi honey! Did you miss me? Sorry I couldn�t be here to get you up this morning. Did everything go okay?�

 

�Sure. The agency sent someone competent out.�

 

�That�s good!�

 

Alyssa wore a thin, v-neck paisley shirt and a long, flowing, intricately figured hippie-chick skirt. She was clearly braless, and the high, pointy shape of her nubile breasts momentarily pressed his face as she hugged him. Maddening. Then she crouched down next to his wheelchair, crowding close and peering excitedly up at him.

 

�Guess what?�

 

�What?� Todd marveled, at always, at the sheen in her long, center-parted chestnut hair. Thick and full, this fell in straight, heavy locks to the small of her back, where it curled up elegantly at the ends. Equally deep and shiny, the darkest of dark brown eyes literally sparkled in her innocent-looking oval of a face. Todd almost couldn�t look away from them. But then Briana crowded close on his other side, giving him an excuse.

 

Something about her stance was inherently aggressive, almost masculine in the way she not-so subtly invaded his personal space. Shorter than Alyssa, she was petite and yet muscular, compact where her tall friend was willowy. Her face was more handsome than pretty, hard like her body with short, butchy blonde hair and silver rings piercing her nose, ears, and one eyebrow. Thicker through the middle, she was more stocky than fat, with hard firm breasts and bunching hips and buttocks that made her undeniably sexually desirable. Unfortunately she was even younger than Alyssa, sixteen, and despite her youth she�d obviously already found her sexual preference. Like a tough-looking boy she wore a pair of extensively ripped and patched jeans and a concert t-shirt, the latter so threadbare that her clearly pierced right nipple protruded through the fabric. Once again Todd was forced to rip his gaze away, turning back to his beaming housemate.

 

�We�ve got some trips, they�re totally awesome! You have to trip with us! Right now, this afternoon!�

 

�Oh no, I can�t do that. I�m too old for that shit. My acid and coke days are behind me. Beer and reefer�s about the limit of my recreational drug use these days.�

 

�Oh, come on! You�re not that old!� Both girls began to both badger and flatter him, and Todd was forced to quickly drop back to his second line of defense.

 

�Anyway, I can�t for medical reasons. Remember what I told you? The last time I took LSD, it interacted strangely with either my muscle relaxants or my messed-up nervous system. For six hours, all the muscles in my paralyzed lower body quivered and spasmed uncontrollably. Not only that, but I was plagued by an extremely intense erection that refused to go away. It wasn�t a comfortable experience. I ended up lying in bed all day watching my legs shake, my pinched-off dick throb and the walls drip and melt. I couldn�t even sit in my wheelchair.�

 

Alyssa shot Briana an irrepressible gleaming glance, then both girls went back to work on him in earnest. Despite having quit high school early, they were clearly still expert in applying peer pressure.

 

�But this isn�t LSD, it�s completely different! It�s totally natural, like a mix of mescaline and ecstasy. This stuff won�t mess you up, I�m sure. It�s a powder, not some anonymous chemical on a piece of paper. That acid you took was probably all full of speed, or strychnine or something. That�s what probably messed you up.�

 

For long minutes she argued with him about their drug�s difference, its incredible promise, she begged and pleaded and gradually wore down his resistance. Todd was reticent by nature (to say the least), and he often found it hard to say no to anyone � particularly a lovely young lady he was more than fond of. When at last Alyssa swore to take care of him completely, whatever happened to transpire, his will cracked.

 

Seeing him weaken, Alyssa suddenly rose up to her full height, five-foot ten at least. This brought her pointy young breasts level with Todd�s face, and between them she aimed a long finger at his nose. Looming over him, grinning ominously, she pressed the issue.

 

�Todd Lamprey, you will trip with Alyssa and Briana this afternoon. You have no choice in the matter. Now say it!�

 

Todd swallowed hard. At last, unwittingly or not, Alyssa had just brushed the touchstone of his true sexual obsession. Unable to resist the commands of a sexy, domineering female, he responded instinctively before his better intentions could stop him.

 

�Yes Mistress. I will trip with Alyssa and Briana this afternoon.�

 

�Mistress! I like the sound of that!� Briana was grinning unsettlingly at him, while Alyssa let out a whoop and began dancing in place. She squeezed him hard and pecked him on the cheek, then began racing around preparing the apartment.

 

All the blinds and curtains were closed, all the lights turned off, and dozens of candles were lit. Alyssa considered atmosphere a must for any hallucinogenic trip, and when all was ready she broke out the doses.

 

Each tiny baggie contained a dime-size pile of powder. Despite recurrent misgivings, Todd opened his mouth and allowed his hot young friend to pour the contents onto his tongue. He grimaced as it dissolved, then watched as the girls followed suit. Alyssa put some tunes on, both teenagers lit up smokes, and they all made themselves comfortable.

 

Next followed the usual uneasy half-hour, as everyone made small talk and waited to see what the chemicals they�d ingested would do to them.

 

A number of supposedly covert, undeniably significant looks and signals passed between the girls, betraying some hidden agenda, and Todd caught a whiff of paranoia even before the psychoactive effects kicked in. But then soon enough such worries were subsumed in the first effects of the hallucinogen.

 

Sensory distortion, euphoria, synthesesia, these entertaining mental gymnastics kept them occupied a short while. But then Todd suddenly felt the first tremors start racing up and down his legs, and within its imprisoning condom his penis twitched.

 

�Son of a bitch. It�s happening to me again. I can feel it. Whatever that acid did to me, your powder is setting it off, too.�

 

�Gee, that�s too bad,� said Briana unsympathetically, and she scaled off into unsettling laughter. Alyssa laughed too, but then she moved up close, expressing her regret and concern. Apologizing profusely, she reiterated her promise to help him. Now both legs were trembling, rattling the footrests of his wheelchair.

 

Alyssa tried clutching them to make them stop, and when that failed she climbed right onto his lap, settling sideways across his quivering thighs. Todd gulped, his cock suddenly swelled alarmingly, and Alyssa must have felt it. Giggling, she squirmed in place, and threw an arm around his neck to help herself hold on.

 

�Briana, you�ve gotta try this! He�s like a human vibrator!� Everyone laughed at that, the drug bringing a renewed wave of giddiness, then Todd was forced to get serious.

 

�Shit, girls, I�m going to vibrate right out of my chair and onto the fucking floor. I gotta lie down and stretch out.�

 

�Do you want to recline your wheelchair, or get in bed?�

 

�I better get onto the bed, Alyssa. This is only going to get worse. Can you help me?�

 

�Of course!� Indeed, both girls seemed secretly delighted by this development, sharing more unspoken communication, and conspiracy theories began to gain credibility in Todd�s buzzed head. But why would they purposely want to incapacitate him so? Surely not for sex � not with a �differently-abled� individual like him�

 

No other answer was immediately forthcoming. Alyssa slipped a canvas transfer sling under his body and secured it surely around his thighs. On the ceiling was an electric hoist on a sliding track, designed to transfer Todd from bed to bath to wheelchair. Four chains descended from it, and Alyssa quickly hooked these to the corners of the sling. Then, with a touch of the controls, he was raised into the air, moved across the room and above the big king-size waterbed. Briana positioned a large triangular head-and-shoulders pillow at the headboard, and then the lift�s electric motor lowered him down.

 

Soon Todd was lying high up in the center of the bed, propped up on cushions and looking at himself in the big wall mirror to his immediate right. He was much more at ease now, yet still his legs, butt and lower back tensed and quivered uncontrollably, and within his jeans and condom his crotch bulged and pulsed uncomfortably. Even Briana was staring at it, as Alyssa fiddled with the stereo.

 

Then Jimi Hendrix Blues came on, and Todd jumped as though goosed. That was the very same CD his former aide Ondahlie used to play, before their long kinky sessions of butt-whipping and face-riding. But those long-gone days were supposed to be secret, just between him and his former mistress�

 

Todd was tripping here, and it was getting harder and harder to tell logical speculation from irrational drug paranoia. Surely it was just a coincidence, that she should choose such portentous music. But it didn�t feel like a coincidence. There was a knowing, almost leering look in each girl�s eyes, as they kicked off their shoes and clambered onto the bed, gathering close around him.

 

By now all the effects of the drug were kicking in, both good and bad. Time and reality stretched like taffy, interpersonal relations oscillated from murky vagueness to an almost supernatural clarity, and even the most trivial object or event seemed deeply profound. The trembling and spasming of Todd�s lower body was an object of both concern and fascination to all, and eventually the girls went so far as to each sit on one of his legs. 

 

Trying to see if anything could quell the vibrations, they sat side-by-side, each straddling a thigh, and there was something distinctly erotic about the tableau.� They squirmed their crotches against his knees, exchanging delighted glances, peeks at his bulging groin, and more and more jokes about human vibrators.

 

Tripping or not, Todd couldn�t believe it. Yet the cues were too obvious to ignore. Could these incredibly hot young chicks really be interested in having sex with him? Somehow it couldn�t be that simple�

 

Regardless, still trying to stick bravely by his legal and moral scruples, Todd suddenly sought a way out of what he thought might be some kind of insidious set-up. Thinking that perhaps it would steer things in a safer direction, he waited until a brief silence fell, then apologized for his disability spoiling everyone�s good buzz. But unfortunately his gambit backfired.

 

�Honey, don�t worry!� exclaimed Alyssa. �We don�t blame you for anything. You told us exactly what to expect. And we can have plenty of fun right here on the bed.� She smiled with mischievous sweetness at him. Then suddenly her fresh young face lit up.

 

�I know what we can do! Let�s make you up like a girl! I did that to my old boyfriend once at a slumber party. God, that was such a gas! Come on, Briana, what do you say?�

 

�I say yeah, let�s do it, what a great idea!�

 

�Wait a minute, wait a minute, no way, what are you talking about?� interjected Todd.

 

�We�re going to give you a makeover. Now don�t look like that. We�re just going to do your hair and face. Don�t worry about a thing; you�ll love it. Come on, honey, you�ve got such great hair, shoulder-length wavy and brown, and your face is really nice, angular and symmetrical�let us make you into one of the girls, as long as we have to sit here.�

 

�Do I have a choice?� asked Todd, madly temping them to respond with dominance. His heart was now beginning to race, and despite his outward reluctance, something deep inside him was suddenly responding avidly to this suggestion. This was starting to look like something out of his darkest dreams�

 

Grinning knowingly at him, Alyssa and Briana both responded to his weak sally by crossing their arms under their breasts and firmly shaking their heads. Todd�s voice cracked a little as he acquiesced.

 

�Go and lock the door first, okay?�

 

Alyssa whooped with glee, and she and Briana exchanged more meaningful, excited, intense silent messages and unspoken intentions. Then they leapt from the bed, Briana going to lock the apartment door while Alyssa gathered up her make-up and hair care tools and products. Just beyond the door to his room they held a whispered conversation, giggling indeed like girls at a slumber party. But then they finally bounded back into the room and up onto the bed next to him.

 

They began his transformation by brushing and braiding his shoulder-length hair. From wavy, light brown Jesus locks they crafted white-ribboned pigtails, dangling just below and behind either ear. Then came the make-up: heavy foundation, blush, other arcane shit they plastered and dusted across his forehead, chin, cheeks and nose. Eye shadow came next, and eyeliner, then a heavy dose of mascara.

 

Large plastic clip-on earrings pinched his lobes, tawdry in their ostentation, and then he was misted liberally with some cloyingly sweet perfume. Lastly of all Alyssa straddled his chest, sitting right atop him and leaning forward to apply the finishing touch: a thick coating of garish red lipstick.

 

She was so close he could smell her hair and skin, ambrosial, and even see down the front of her shirt. Helplessly he stared, seeing matching halves of cones and cleavage, and even a suggestion of aureole. The heat of her crotch burned his trembling stomach muscles, and despite (or maybe because of) the humiliation of what she was doing to him, Todd suffered and savored the experience to the fullest.

 

How long had it been, since he�d been this close to an attractive female? Twelve years? Of course, Mistress Ondahlie used to ride his face after spanking or strapping him, but that was more an expression of contempt, his big black mistress taking brutal sexual advantage of her little white slaveboy�s curious craven submission complusion. Alyssa, on the other hand, was a sweet young woman he loved in vain with all his heart, now permitting him unethical, possibly illegal but nonetheless exquisite intimacies.

 

Intimacies he�d never thought to share again, with anyone. Yet as wonderful as being so close to Alyssa was, it was also painful, cruelly reminding him of what he�d lost and taunting him with the forbidden pleasures this was but the merest harbinger of.

 

Actual sex with Alyssa was something he barely allowed himself to think about. To actively contemplate details (in short, to fantasize), would have been more than his interpersonal penury could bear. But now the maddening prospect was being thrust unavoidably upon him, and in his current state it seemed more heavenly and yet unattainable, more glorious and yet terribly wrong, than ever.

 

Add in Briana sitting and leering nearby, and the disorienting effects of the trip, and Todd was in some serious inner turmoil by the time Alyssa finally finished painting his lips. Yet had he but only known it, the day�s incredible psychosexual and emotional gymnastics were barely beginning.

 

At last Alyssa closed the lipstick and sat back. She shared a glance with Briana, sitting right next to her. They burst into laughter, and then together looked back at him.

 

Briana�s gaze was more critical; Alyssa�s still full of fun and excitement. Together they surveyed their handiwork, seeking to come up with appropriate comment on his transformation. At last Briana put her impression into words.

 

�Holy shit, Alyssa, we made him up like a fucking slut! Look at his face! You really troweled that shit on!�

 

�Look at his lips! He looks like a lamprey! You know, the long, slimy, dick-shaped parasitic sucker-fish?�

 

�Yeah, he looks like a sucker, all right. Like a shameless little slutboy cocksucker!� They both howled with laughter, and seeing Todd color even redder with involuntary shame set them off even more.

 

�Our new slutboy! Our little sissy cocksucker! Hey, have you got any appropriate lingerie? Let�s dress him up to match!�

 

�Hey, wait a minute!� Todd tried to protest, but it was no use. The girls were up and off the bed in seconds, racing back to Alyssa�s room to sort through her nightclothes. He lay there helpless, refusing to examine himself in the big square bedside mirror. Instead he concentrated on his lower body, watching his legs tremble and the crotch of his tight jeans rhythmically pulse.

 

Trapped within a tough rubber condom, boxer shorts and stiff denim, his crimped-off erection had become as large as circumstances permitted and now ached terribly.

 

Perhaps he�d be getting some relief for that soon. Still, at what price? If he had actually hit the jackpot and had sex with these girls, he�d be breaking the law and betraying his convictions. And if they were after something else with this obvious plan to cross-dress and humiliate him, if that ultimate jackpot was actually in store, then he stood in danger of losing more than a bit of self-respect. His very continued autonomy might be at stake. Wholly unable to resist a sexually dominant female, Todd had been enslaved by them before, and he was uneasy about possibly opening a new door into servitude.

 

His recent experience with his former aide Ondahlie had been both wonderful and terrible, exalting and debasing at the same time.

 

Condemned by his disability to a mostly passive sexuality, Todd Lamprey had eventually learned to make a virtue out of necessity. Being on the bottom had its own unique attractions, and by now, after ten years of lusting unsuccessfully after an iconic femininity, bowing down before an omnipotent mistress had become for him a deeply gratifying experience. It fulfilled some unacknowledged need so deeply rooted in his psyche that he was helpless before it.

 

Yet as exhilarating as this kind of humiliating interpersonal addiction was, it was also dangerous, especially for a powerless cripple already completely dependent on others. If those others should assume ownership of his body and soul both, what strange creature might they eventually make of him?

 

Ondahlie had wanted a whipping boy and cunt servant, and that�s what she�d gotten. For nearly the entire six months she�d been his personal care aide he�d gladly enjoyed daily bondage, beatings, and the most vigorous of cunnilingus � all in exchange for the mere opportunity to masturbate to a humiliating ejaculation before her. Only the fact that she�d finally lost interest in him and moved on had restored him to his former sense of himself.

 

These memories swooped like vultures around Todd�s made-up head. But then, as is often the case with heavy drug trips, deep speculation was suddenly superseded by ensuing events. The two giggling teenagers burst back into the room, their hands crammed full of trailing silks, straps, and ruffles. Together they scrambled onto the bed and began tearing at his shirt. Desperately aroused and yet still reluctant to admit where all this was going, Todd began to protest and struggle, at least for the sake of form.

 

�Hey, come on, you guys, I didn�t agree to this! I�m no �slutboy cocksucker�.�

 

�The hell you aren�t! Just look in the mirror!� More uproarious laughter, and in a twinkling his shirt was off.

 

Briana reached in and twisted one of his nipples cruelly, and despite their earlier solicitude, both girls laughed even harder now at Todd�s distinctly erotic yelp. Alyssa reached for his zipper then, and Todd made one last attempt to escape the inevitable.

 

�Alyssa, no, don�t do that. He�s better off locked up safe where he is.�

 

�Nonsense! Crunched up all small, while he�s trying to puff and swell? That must hurt like hell. I don�t even have one � at least not real one � and I know that! Now shut up, Slut-boy! There�s nothing in here I haven�t already seen before.�

 

�I know that. But I don�t want to wear lingerie��

 

Todd stopped at the sound of whining in his voice, even before Alyssa propped her hands on her hips and confronted him.

 

��Do you want to be gagged, Slut-boy? It�ll ruin your pretty make-up job, but we�ll do it if we have to. Either way, we�re going to dress you up like the sexiest little slut-tramp-whore in the neighborhood�so you just lie there and be quiet! We both know full well you�re loving every second of this.�

 

To that he had no answer. It was unsettling, how much she seemed to know of him. He lapsed into compliance as they stripped him, and in minutes he wore nothing but the collection bag, drainage tube and condom crimping off his throbbing erection. The tube jutted up and actually bobbed in the air, and not from the trembling of his muscles. Alyssa laid a hand on it; then demanded information.

 

�When�s the last time you peed?�

 

�Just before you got home.�

 

�So you�ll be safe for how long?�

 

�A couple of hours at least. Besides, I can feel everything. I�ll know when my bladder�s preparing to contract and void. I can warn you in time to prevent any messes.�

 

�Good.� Without further ado Alyssa untaped and ripped away the imprisoning condom. She set the whole tube-and-bag rig aside to be emptied, cleaned, and replaced later. In the meantime she was more interested in checking out the monster she�d just freed. �My goodness, look at this.�

 

Todd�s erection was taking greedy advantage of its new unlimited space, swelling instantly to its full eight inches. Still it pulsed and bobbed, so engorged by the same neural quirk that plagued his legs and fueled the violence of his ejaculations that it hurt. Todd gasped as Alyssa grabbed it, them groaned as she began to play.

 

Despite his discomfort she fondled it, marveling at its size, hardness, and fiery color. Pulling it way down and pushing it between his legs, she jerked back her hand, laughing excitedly at the eager manner in which it sprang and waggled its way back upright.

 

�Alyssaaaaaaa�� Both girls ignored his last-ditch plea for sanity. Alyssa began palpating his quivering balls, while Briana looked on almost contemptuously. Then the hard little lesbian bitch broke in.

 

�He�s too hairy to be a slut. We can�t dress him �til we shave all that ugly shit off.�

 

�Did you bring the razor?�

 

�Of course. It�s in the black bag, with the rest of my stuff. I�ll go get it.� She climbed off the bed and strode away, leaving Todd helpless and naked and being caressed by his teenage dream girl. Half-insane with the conflict between his tripping head and his raging groin, Todd tried to reason with his lovely tormentor.

 

�Alyssa��

 

�Hush, Slut-boy. What did I tell you? We�ll talk this all out soon enough. For now let�s just revel in the moment. We�re going to transform your being beyond belief. Doesn�t that prospect excite you?�

 

�It excites me too much,� he began, but then Briana returned. In her hand was a professional hairdresser�s electric trimmer, and again Alyssa hushed him as an outlet was located. Soon the razor snapped into humming life, and in the girls� skilled hands it made quick work of shaving clean not only his legs and crotch, but also his armpits and even the scattered hairs sprouting around his nipples. Then once he was baby-smooth bare of all body hair, they turned to the lingerie.

 

First came nylon stockings, baby blue with navy and white lace trim. These were pulled up over his thighs despite the persistent trembling, then attached to the matching garter belt. Alyssa forced a pair of white high-heeled shoes on his feet, but after a bit of thought the girls decided to skip the panties. They wanted access to his crotch, and as Briana put it, �Sluts don�t wear underwear anyway. Too many organs to service, too little time. Panties only get in the way.�

 

A matching navy silk and white lace collar was snugged about Todd�s throat, then at last the ruffled bra was put into place. At first the cups hung empty, but then inspiration struck Alyssa. On Todd�s writing desk were a number of manuscript clamps, super sized paper clips for binding large stacks of printout. She chose the two largest, slipped them under the cups and clamped them onto his tender erect nipples.

 

This tented out the bra, but at the cost of constant exquisite pain for Todd. Nevertheless he didn�t protest. He merely lay there in his outlandish get-up, feeling humiliated and submissive, excited and uncomfortable and unbearably sexy. His naked groin continued to pulse with urgency, his erection bigger and even redder, if possible, despite the fact that it been untouched for nearly half an hour. As a final humiliation then, Alyssa and Briana splayed his shuddering legs out as widely as possible, displaying that vulnerable crotch to its best advantage. Leaving him propped up on his pillow and spread out open like an advertisement for gang rape, they laughed fit to split and belittled him for many long minutes. Still his hard eight inches strained and pulsed, throbbing visibly, and at last Alyssa marveled over the size and duration of that constant erection.

 

�Boy, being disabled has its advantages. You weren�t lying about what would happen to your penis, were you? This thing is really unbelievable. Tell me, Slut-boy, is everything else I�ve heard about you and your sex life equally true?�

 

Todd�s mouth went dry, and for a moment the walls seemed to be closing in.

 

�What do you mean?�

 

�Well, to start with, is it true that you can ejaculate?�

 

His face burning, Todd swallowed hard and described his unique situation.

 

�Yes. I can ejaculate. But only under certain circumstances. For instance, I�ll stay hard forever if my feet are tied. See, my legs have to be completely free. At the moment of orgasm, they always kick and spasm violently. It�s almost like what happens to hanged men on the gallows. Some last-ditch reflex is activated, and I buck and flop like crazy. Not only that, but I come so explosively that it sometimes hits the ceiling.�

 

�Or your own face?�

 

Now Todd�s head really swam. �What?�

 

�I said your face. I heard it splatters all over your face, if properly aimed.�

 

�Where did you hear that?�

 

�I heard it at the agency, from an aide named Ondahlie James. She said that you liked to be spanked and humiliated, tied up and dominated, and that after riding your face 'til Tuesday, she used to hang you in the sling and force you to jerk yourself off in front of her. She said you always finishing by purposely soiling your own face. Is that true as well? Be honest now! And in return us girls will reveal our own little secrets.�

 

Deep in the thrall of the drug, shamed beyond belief, Todd experienced a moment of prescient clarity. He foresaw everything that was to come, and despite the enormity of it all he accepted it. Alyssa was just so beautiful he was powerless to do otherwise. Forcing himself to look her in the eye, he purposely debased himself by admitting to everything.

 

�Yes, Alyssa, it�s true. I�ve always been terribly timid around women, especially strong women, and being dominated and intimidated and abused by them turns me on. I loved being whipped by Ondahlie, and servicing her, and being humiliated by her. I can�t help myself. I crave that kind of physical and sexual subjugation.�

 

�Why didn�t you tell me any of this before? Why didn�t you seek to serve me?�

 

�Because, Alyssa, you�re underage. It would have been illegal and immoral, an attempted corruption of a minor. And also because I didn�t dare to believe that you might want me.�

�

Both girls exploded with laughter, not so much at the second reason given but at the first. At last Alyssa regained enough control to spill her own shocking secrets.

 

�Hey honey, you don�t have to worry about corrupting us! We are no normal, innocent little teenage girls. We�ve got quite a history, and some sophisticated sexual tastes.

 

�See, we�ve both been on the road, fucking and doing drugs, attending raves and fetish gatherings, since we were eleven! We�re a couple of hard-core dominas by now, and guess what? All this time we�ve been looking for the ultimate Slut-boy, a nice, pretty, compliant, vulnerable little sex slave for our own extended use.

 

�I heard the stories about you as soon as I joined the agency, and right away got myself assigned to your case. Then, once we�d got comfortable together, and I kind of explored your potential a bit, I decided to give you a try. I called all around, it took me awhile, but at last I located Briana. Finally she got here, we made our plans and put them into effect. Don�t you get it yet? This was your audition, Slut-boy. And on the basis of that recent admission � not to mention the size and duration of your delicious erection � you have passed with flying colors. So from this moment forward, until (if ever) I say otherwise, you will serve us, in every capacity, twenty-four-seven.�

 

Todd�s jaw dropped. Despite all the intimations, he still couldn�t believe it. His sweet little Alyssa was a merciless dominatrix. Not only that, but she�d just chosen him for enslavement. Here at last was the opportunity to explore all his darkest fantasies with the most exciting, endearing woman in the world. Still, despite their protestations of maturity (and his own memories of a similar flaming youth), the law was still the law. In a last-ditch grasp for principle and autonomy he asked, �What if I don�t want to?�

 

Alyssa was once again fondling his erection, stroking, pulling; ever so slowly and sensuously pumping it through her squeezing fist. The sensations were distracting, compelling, and through a haze of unbearable pleasure Todd heard Briana describe the alternative.

 

�If you don�t become our slutboy, if you refuse us anything at all, Alyssa will terminate your relationship completely. She�ll stop pulling your pudding, take a bunch of pictures of you like that, and leave. She�ll quit your case and move out, and you�ll never see her again � except in court. Because besides putting those pictures of you on every lamppost for miles and up on the Internet for the whole world to see, she�ll also turn you in to the cops. Those reefer plants you keep, the way you�re forced to defraud welfare, cable TV theft, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and, of course, statutory rape.�

 

�But�but�I haven�t committed statutory rape.�

 

�Maybe not yet,� put in Alyssa, tightening her grip on his pulsing pole and tugging it deliciously. �But in a few minutes I�m going to climb onto this biological vibrator of yours and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. Then you will have.�

 

�Oh my God��

 

�Wrong! Say �Oh my Goddess!� from now on. �Oh my Goddesses, I accept your terms and I can�t wait to serve you.� Let�s hear it!� Blackmailed, paralyzed, stuck helpless in bed, drugged out and highly suggestible, his dick in his dream girl�s fist, Todd groaned with an indescribable mix of emotions. At last he had no choice but to acquiesce.

 

At least he�d finally get to have sex, after a decade of deprivation, and with his beloved Alyssa. Perhaps they would even become regular lovers. Even now she continued to squeeze and manipulate his hard-on, teasing him while they awaited his decision. Under all kinds of duress, he willingly surrendered his soul.

 

�Oh my Goddesses, I accept your terms and I can�t wait to serve you.�

 

�Yes!� Both girls exulted, clapping, hugging; kissing each other with more than friendly ardor. �Awesome! Finally! Our very own permanent slutboy! Our helpless human sex toy! What should we do to him first?�

 

�First I�m going to get into costume, and bring out my black bag!� announced Briana. �Then we�ll see what this Ondahlie taught him about oral!�

 

�Yes!� agreed Alyssa. �And speaking of oral�� While Briana left the bed, Alyssa returned her attention to the piece of property in her hand. Now that it was hers she squeezed it cruelly tight, until Todd whined. Then she smiled tenderly at him. �I am going to hurt you, Slut-boy, a lot, and I�m sorry. But we both know it�s what you want, need and deserve. So don�t expect me to ever hold back on the whip. But I�m also going to pleasure you beyond belief, and allow you to pleasure me. Now I think you deserve a reward for giving in to me so easily, and you�re going to get it. Now that this is mine,� she pumped and pulled on him exquisitely, �I�m going to see what it tastes like.�

 

She ducked her head and engulfed him, sucking hard on his swollen glans. Her double tongue-stud toyed with his opening, professionally stimulating him until he thought either his brains or his balls would burst. Todd�s moan became an uncontainable cry of ecstasy, and his long-neglected glands went into overdrive. At last, he was deep inside a woman! And this was no ordinary woman. This was his best friend, caregiver, teenage dream girl and wonderful new mistress fellating him like mad. From tongue-washing and straight suction she soon switched to deep-throated head bobbing, clamping tightly to him with her lips and grunting hungrily as she impaled herself. Unable to come in his current position, there was nothing Todd could do but watch and feel and try not to go insane with the ungodly sensations.

 

The hallucinogen continued to both trip out his brain and tense his lower body. His aching erection was like a bar of red-hot copper being continuously coated over with liquid silver. Alyssa�s long hair brushed and puddled about his crotch, and still both her hands were busily at work: gripping, squeezing, twisting, kneading his root, scrotum and testicles. One finger was even starting to explore his anus when Briana suddenly returned, interrupting the tableau and taking everyone�s already heavy breath away.

 

Without warning she jumped on to the bed, her muscular little body bare but for an intimidating body harness. Spike-studded black leather straps crisscrossed and buckled, gleaming against that fair white skin. Hips and shoulders, tits and buttocks protruded through the tightly cinching strips, and silver rings glittered here, there, and everywhere.

 

Some connected harness junctures, some pierced flesh. Besides those bristling from her face, Briana sported navel, nipple, and clitoral rings. A pair of handcuffs was tattooed onto one buttock, and around her navel curled a black ink coiled whip. All together she was both ravishing and imposing, and in one spike-gloved fist dangled a big open suitcase. Also black, it was crammed full of jumbled periphrenalia. Manacles, dildoes and instruments of punishment were prominent. A wide studded collar circled her neck, and fiery blue eyes were focused remorselessly on her helpless Slut-boy. Looking up at her arrival, Alyssa gasped with delight, and immediately ejaculated.

 

�Damn, girlfriend, you look gorgeous! I can�t wait �til you strap one of those big bad cocks on and fuck the ever-loving shit out of me!�

 

�Me neither,� returned her lover. �But we�ve got business to attend to first.�

 

�Damn straight!� To Todd�s unlimited mingled excitement and dismay, Briana reached into her bag and withdrew two sets of stainless-steel handcuffs.

 

What, he wasn�t helpless enough already? Grinning smugly at him, Briana locked one pair of manacles to each wrist, leaving the open cuffs dangling. Then together she and Alyssa leaned him forward, sitting him up so that they could connect the two sets together behind his back.

 

These formed a short chain. When they laid him back down against his big wedge-shaped head-and-shoulders cushion, this chain was trapped behind his kidneys. Consequently he lay now with his hands and arms locked down securely at his sides, unable to move them in the slightest. With his crippled legs flung wide and his whole immovable lower body trembling with tension, he was absolutely helpless. Alyssa smiled a twinkle at him, then buckled into place a wide leather blindfolded.

 

�We�ll save the ball gag for later, Slut-boy, when you�re temporarily finished servicing us. But for now we�re going to need that suck-hole!�

 

There was a rustle of clothes in the blackness, which wasn�t really blackness at all but a colorful wonderland of bizarre, hallucinatory patterns and images. The mescaline was making his visual centers fire like crazy, and with nothing to see his mind was inventing whole new universes of amorphous matter and light. But then other senses intruded, and this visual assault took on plumbless depths of texture.

 

Weight landed on his belly, warm and moist in the center. An unclad body had just straddled him. A tickling brush of hair. and then he identified Alyssa�s scent. Her skin, her hair, her breath, they were all cherished and familiar odors, and there was no doubt in his mind whose hands abruptly grasped his pigtails. Using the short ropes of hair like handles she tugged and directed, aiming his mouth where she wanted it to go. Then his tongue exploded into sensation, as heaven was suddenly thrust through his lips.

 

The nipple was large, hard and pointy, downright conical. The breast beyond was so firm and yet springy, so mouth-filling and succulent that he fastened to it immediately.

 

Ah, Goddess, it had been so long! He suckled like a greedy child. Harder and harder he pulled, drawing at that wonderful nubbled bud in long, strong, slowly sustained sucks that brought an immensely gratifying groan of arousal from Alyssa. Honored beyond belief, exalted that he should cause this glorious creature sexual pleasure, Todd redoubled his efforts. Concentrating everything on service, he somehow still managed to delight in exploring this long-denied fundamental. But then yet more sensations rudely intruded.

 

His other mistress suddenly grabbed his cock, and not with benign intentions. Not interested in being penetrated by any by any lowly male slave, Briana was merely amusing herself while she waited her turn astride his face. While Alyssa�s hands held him by the pigtails, while the heavy curtain of her hair occasionally brushed his face and her impossibly full and delicious teenage breasts stuffed his oral oriface, Briana began giving their Slut-boy other things to think about.

 

First she just played, twisting and pulling, squeezing and roughing up his hard cock and balls. But quickly her attentions became diabolically cruel.

 

She tried to twist it all the way around, or to force a bend in the painfully rigid shaft. Failing that, she pushed it down hard between his legs, holding it back-bent beneath him until he wanted to scream. But unfortunately the genital torture was just beginning. By the time Alyssa was satisfied with his nipple service, had climbed higher, pushed his head back and settled her ambrosial vagina astride his face, Briana had bound up his base, shaft and balls with a long, tight leather thong. She�d also taken to lashing these captive organs with some kind of hand whip.

 

Furiously Todd lapped and nibbled, probed with his tongue and suckled vigorously at the tender flaps of flesh he found. Pubic hair chafed his face and tickled his nose, a hundred and twenty pounds of woman writhed atop him and urged him on with her piercing cries. Still blindfolded, seeing nothing but the phantasms of his drugged-out optic nerves, Todd struggled to both breathe and serve. Trying to ignore the searing pain of his dick-whipping (or better yet, assimilate it into his unbelievable arousal), he suffered and savored this way until Alyssa had ridden his face to the first orgasm of her dominion. Only then did her Slut-boy get a brief, precious chance to breathe freely.

 

�All right, it�s my turn,� pronounced Briana. The body atop him shifted, rose, then backed up until it was seated between his legs. Then another leg swung over him, straddling his face. Without warning the blindfold was ripped off, and Todd was left blinking up at his sixteen-year-old secondary mistress.

 

She had a sneer for him. Her looming body and bracketing legs blocked his view of everything else in the room, mirror included. Todd wished like hell to get a look at Alyssa, surely now naked, as she began cooing over his wounded erection. But Briana dominated his attention, even while Alyssa spoke in the background.

 

�Bri, honey, you evil little darling, you covered my human vibrator with welts! I�m going to have to kiss it and make it all better before I can ride it.�

 

Briana continued to sneer down, both her hands now fingering her snatch. Spreading herself out, juicing herself up, preparing for the attack, she compelled Todd�s attention even as Alyssa once again engulfed him, running her tongue up and down his leather-bound shaft before suddenly slurping up the entire thing.

 

Todd moaned, boldly returning Briana�s devouring gaze until she at last lost patience with the game. Then the butch little bitch pounced. Grabbing hold of his head, she slammed it up into her crotch at the same moment she lunged her body forward. Then while Alyssa indulged in foreplay fellatio, Briana rode their little Slut�s painted-up face like a woman possessed.

 

There was no careful and conscientious service with tongue and lips here. This was a young woman roughly and vigorously rubbing her entire crotch against the pinned and helpless face of another human being. Slut-boy�s hard jutting chin in particular seemed the fulcrum she particularly delighted in balancing upon.

 

So consumed was Todd with snatching a breath now and then as that bare sloppy crotch slipped relentlessly back and forth against his face that he hardly noticed when Alyssa at last withdrew his erection completely from her mouth. But then when she mounted him, when she suddenly out of sight straddled his quivering hips and slipped down onto his aching railspike, he managed to release a cry of infinite ecstasy. Not even the most smothering use as an inanimate cunt-toy could distract him from that mind-blowing sensation of hot, wet, compressive insulation.

 

Nevertheless, Briana gave it her best shot. As Alyssa started pumping up a rhythm, Briana fell quickly into tandem with it. Together they rocked back and forth, one on his face and one on his cock, roughly riding him like a tandem bicycle, or rowing machine.

 

Soon Briana began to cry out orgasms, one after another, and her hot ejaculate smeared and slathered Todd�s powdered features. Still she carried on, keeping up the pace as long as possible. But finally exhaustion, and Alyssa�s greater size and strength (not to mention incentive for pumping) grew too great to content with. One last screeching climax, then Briana settled back down to sit on his chest, leaning on arms propped bracketing his face.

 

Alyssa�s arms reached around from behind, grabbing at her lover�s harness, her shoulders and breasts. First she pawed them possessively, then hung on, picking up the pace of her fucking and using her girlfriend�s stable body to anchor and empower her frenzied copulation. Then while Todd�s lower body trembled and throbbed, while his urgent erection went insane with the ever-increasing slippery friction, Briana sneered down, contemptuously berating him with filthy degrading sex talk.

 

�You little slut! You are not worthy of the pleasure your Mistress is giving you! Your little cock could stay hard as a rock forever, and riding it would still be beneath me. You�re just lucky Alyssa likes a little taste of the real thing once in a while. If it was just me here, you�d have a dildo in your mouth, one up the butt, and those blueballs of yours would be beaten completely black! Now I want you to admit you�re not worthy of this!�

 

Todd gasped, his whole body shaking and rocking under the impetus of Alyssa�s pneumatic rhythm. Briana�s hand lashed-out, smacking hard across his cheek, and at the sound of his pain Alyssa cried out too, redoubling her pace. Again and again Briana slapped him, raging at her slut to admit his shortcomings, and state beyond all doubt his true station in life.

 

�Admit it, slut! Admit that you�re a slut, fit only to be used!�

 

�I�m a slut, I�m a slut!� screamed Todd. �I�m not worthy of your glorious cunt!�

 

�What are you good for?�

 

�Nothing! Anything! Everything!� In extremis, Briana striking him and Alyssa indeed fucking his brains out, Todd threw out scattershot, hoping to score a mark. �Anything you wish of me! I live only to serve!�

 

Hearing these pledges, Alyssa suddenly uttered the most piercing of cries, and digging her fingers into Briana�s arms she flung herself into a fucking frenzy. Crying out a succession of escalating orgasms, she worked her slut�s tied-up and currently-unable-to-ejaculate organ with a speed and stamina that was truly astounding. And yet still Todd was unable to take his eyes off Briana. Looming over him, smirking spitefully down, the tough little bitch seemed to have arrived at some perception or decision she just couldn�t wait to act upon. And sure enough, when Alyssa at last screamed out her final climax, when she collapsed exhausted and stopped constantly jarring the slut�s body with her maniacal rhythm, Mistress Briana made her move.

 

�So you live only to serve us, eh? In any capacity whatsoever? Good. I�ve got to piss like a racehorse. Open up, Toilet-boy. And anything you spill you�re going to have to lie in. The personal care aide is off-duty, and changing your sheets is not my job.�

 

Still reeling from the most incredible fuck of his life, Todd barely caught the sense of this before Briana had once again moved forward to straddle his face. Unerringly she settled herself perfectly hole to hole, and Toilet-boy had no time to react before she let go.

 

Stinging hot salt and ammonia flooded into his open mouth. Long ago Todd had done his share of chugging and even beer-funneling back in college, and now those old instincts came to the rescue. Without thinking about it (there wasn�t time) he opened his throat and closed his epiglottis, creating a natural funnel.

 

Holding his breath while the noxious fluid sprayed into him, he finally fully grasped the extreme depths of his current degradation. This fucking bitch was actually pissing in his face, pissing down his throat, and there was nothing he could do about it but accept the gift. Between bladder contractions he managed to snatch a few sips of air, and by the time she was finished, Toilet-boy reluctantly realized that he had survived the experience. At Briana�s demand he even managed to lick and suck her genitals properly clean afterward. Then, gasping for breath and trying to come to terms with what he�d just somehow done, Todd heard the lilting tones of his beloved Alyssa.

 

�Hey, no fair! Breaking in my Toilet-boy while I�m trying to recover from a good hard slut-fuck! Move over, darling, and let me at that beautiful face!�

 

Smirking, Briana swung a leg off and moved to the side, where she could still easily make eye contact with him. Then Alyssa moved up, gloriously nude at last.

 

Todd�s eyes feasted on the sight of those slender shoulders, those full and pointy, round and upswept big-nippled breasts. Her belly was flat, her hips and flanks so long and slowly curved they accentuated that amazing fall of shiny chestnut hair. But even bent with kneeling it was the legs that dominated. Slim thighs housed femurs that went on forever, and as she moved up to once again straddle her slut she seemed to loom to the ceiling. Smiling down, her sweet young face was so unmarked by time and experience as to seem still substantially unformed. Surely the glee that suffused her features had a marked quality of child-like innocence to it. Yet her words were jarringly cruel, and appalled by the paradox Todd did nothing to resist as his primary mistress straddled his face and squatted down to bring her crotch into contact with his open mouth.

 

�Ah, my sweet, slutty, perverted little Toilet-boy. So in love with me he can�t help himself. So messed up he lives for me to hurt, degrade and humiliate him. I�m so happy to finally have you in my stable��� The perfect combination of loving sweetness and smiling cruelty, she reached down and stroked his cheek affectionately, smoothing back a few stray hairs that were tickling his brow. Then she brought her weight down, sealing herself over her human toilet.

 

Todd had plenty of opportunity to see and experience everything this time. And to his mingled surprise, dismay, disgust and arousal, he found that she was right. He was so helplessly in love with her that he was eager to cooperate in any degradation she saw fit to foist upon him.

 

After all, surely her pleasure was more important than any amount of his revulsion. And she was obviously feeling pleasure. From gazing tenderly and lovingly down at him, Alyssa�s face suddenly took on a look of unimaginable bliss, orgasmic release. In that same instant she let go at last. Moaning in sweet relief, squeezing her abdomen with both hands, she suddenly and extravagantly voided herself. Spraying her steaming golden wastewater down the drain she�d chosen, Goddess Alyssa baptized her slutty new postulant in the only manner appropriate. Looking on, Briana let out a cheer of derision.

 

Toilet-boy once again opened his throat and endured. Again and again the salty hot stream sizzled nastily into him. Still Alyssa squatted atop his face and pissed, pissed, pissed hard. Toilet-boy felt his belly stretching like an inflating balloon. But at last only trickling drops were left. Giggling at the way he choked and strangled and struggled not to vomit, Alyssa gave precise instructions as to the manner in which her Toilet-boy was to suck these up, then lick her genitals scrupulously clean after every service.

 

�Now remember, this is the standard procedure from now on, Toilet-boy. Whenever we�re at home together, or in appropriate public surroundings, and either of us calls out �Toilet-boy!� you are to immediately drop whatever you are doing and come to serve as our personal commode.

 

�Your reclining wheelchair will tip you all the way back flat, right? Leaving you lying face-up and waist-high with your head hanging off the upper end? That will provide the perfect perch for me. I won�t even have to squat. All I�ll have to do is lift my skirt and step over your face. And best of all, there�ll be no more tramping off to the bathroom. My Toilet-boy will follow me wherever I want to go!�

 

�Make him eat your shit, too!� urged Briana, leering down at him, and from her position astride Todd�s face Alyssa smiled at him again with unbearable sweetness.

 

�Of course I will. That goes without saying. I�ll be using my Toilet-boy every single time I have to eliminate from now until basically forever. Don�t you just hate sitting down on cold porcelain all the time? It�s so much better to straddle a warm, friendly face when you have go. And a good tongue washing is so much softer and more thorough than any abrasive toilet paper. But I don�t really have to crap that bad just yet. There are too many other things I want to do to my brand new Slut-boy first.� She climbed off, and kneeling next to him opposite Briana, she grabbed a pack of smokes off the headboard. A lighter snapped, and she inhaled with the deep, foolish confidence of teen-age lungs. Two more heavy drags, and in inch of gray ash now hung from the glowing coal. Alyssa exhaled, then resumed the conversation. �For instance, did mention I also habitually use my toilet-slut as an ashtray? I really hate the way stale butts smell. Open up, Toilet-boy!�

 

Todd, desperate to escape the taste of piss, did so.� Hardly had his lips formed the words �Yes, Mistress,� when Alyssa tapped against his teeth. Hot sparks and ash tortured his tongue. Once again his belly lurched in protest, but he fought it down. He even managed to croak out, �Thank you, Mistress,� afterward, which was well received.

 

Briana lit a smoke too, and flanking their helplessly bound ashtray, the two girls puffed and chatted excitedly. They discussed the relative merits of their new slut as if he wasn�t right there, marveling over his still pulsing, still bound and rigid erection and his trembling legs. Blowing smoke in his face, flicking their ashes into his mouth, they debated whether to punish or rape him next, and the issue was still undecided when the cigarettes were finished. Desperately afraid of either course, Toilet-boy tried to beg for mercy with his eyes. What he got in response was probably just.

 

�Open wider, Toilet-boy.�

 

Todd did, and both girls dropped their burning butts onto his tongue. The pain was hellish, and even worse when he put them out by squashing them against the roof of his mouth. He was burned there, too, surely one of the worst places possible for a second-degree burn, and the taste of so much ash, pain and fire sent bile surging up his throat. Much as he wanted to puke, however, he didn't dare. Hard as it was, he once again fell back on his college days, when iron stomach control was a necessity at the binge-drinking contests that most parties were. He bit his gorge back, somehow swallowing stomach acid and cigarette butts both. Only a small dollop of vomit escaped his lips to trickle from the corner of his mouth. Nonetheless this was enough to condemn him.

 

�How dare you!� screeched Briana. Alyssa smiled, raised a corner of the sheet and wiped it away, but the smile turned to a grin of zealous agreement when Briana continued.

 

�That does it. Punishment time. Let�s roll him over and whip the shit out of him!�

 

They pulled the big, right triangular pillow out from under his shoulders, and Todd fell back flat on the bed. Alyssa turned it over, hypotenuse down, and positioned it next to his waist. Together they flipped him over onto it.

 

Now Todd lay on his face, with his hard cock crushed and his quivering ass thrust high in the air. Next the girls spread his legs, drawing his knees up until he was practically kneeling, his butt thrust up even higher than ever. His linked shackles were separated, and then each wrist was pulled down and cuffed to its corresponding ankle, securing his position. One of the girls reached underneath, between his body and the supporting pillow, and his straining erection was pulled out from under him and bent painfully back, so that all of his genitals could be easily accessed.

 

A big ball-gag was forced into his mouth, and buckled tightly behind his head. Whipping-boy waited in dreadful suspense then. Head down, ass up, unable to move except for painfully mouthing that big hard ball, he listened as Alyssa sorted through his belts, searching for the best one to beat him with.

 

Briana had no such problem. Craning his neck, Todd could see the mirror next to him, and he watched as she pulled a long, coiled, tightly braided leather bullwhip from her black bag. Shaking it out, she whistled its eight-foot lash through the air, the vicious crack! bringing a squeal of excitement from Alyssa and a squeak of dismay from Whipping-boy. Then Briana turned on their captive slut, an evil smile of dire intent wreathing her features.

 

�Here it comes, Slut-boy. Here�s your first real taste of my discipline!� She drew herself back, loading her body like a cocked spring, and muscles bulged everywhere. Then, standing well back away from him, she flung her arm forward. Again the lash whistled and cracked. But this time it bit more than just empty air. This time it slashed into the upthrust, unprotected buttocks of the cross-dressed slut.

 

Whipping-boy screamed against the ball-gag, or tried to anyway, as a nuclear explosion was set off in his ass. His already tensed and quivering lower body wrenched violently. Despite his paralysis, Todd had good sensation everywhere, and his lower spine was capable of coordinating simple reflexive responses to such extreme stimuli. But his diabolical bondage and positioning defeated his autonomic struggling, and he was just as helpless as she coiled herself for another stroke.

 

Again Briana whipped him, and again the pain was enormous, galvanizing, thermonuclear. Again he struggled to scream, twist, escape, and again failed. Unbelievable. Even Ondahlie�s worst strapping had never approached this.

 

This was a brutal assault with a deadly weapon, and Todd couldn�t believe his Alyssa was a part of it. But without a doubt she most certainly was. By now she�d found his best belt, a long, supple, beautifully finished stretch of brown leather. Cracking it between her fists, she cheered on Briana�s third stroke with ecstatic enthusiasm.

 

�Yeah! You go girlfriend! Look at those welts! I don�t think our Slut-boy is going to be able to sit on that ass for a week! No wheelchair for him!�

 

�We�ll just have to keep him busy in bed then,� grunted Briana, and she whip-cracked another vicious slash into his upthrust ass. Then she was obliged to hold her fire for a moment, as Alyssa climbed up and moved into position on the other side of the slut.

 

She knelt next to him, just out of range of the bullwhip, and immediately put her own makeshift weapon to use. The belt in her hand suddenly whistled down and smacked across the underside of Slut-boy�s thighs, just above the tops of the stockings. This pain was less extravagant than the whip, but still plenty excruciating. Todd had to blink away streaming tears and focus through a fog of agony to get a glimpse of his cruel young mistress in the bedside mirror.

 

All he could see was her ass and back, working beautifully as she wielded her strap. Unseen Briana resumed her rhythm as well, and soon both girls were whipping his bare elevated backside with sadistic abandon.

 

Whipping-boy had quit trying to scream, and sobbing was dangerous while gagged. Too much mucus could strangle him. Desperately seeking a distraction from his flaming, screaming skin, he craned his neck and focused everything on the beautiful sight of Alyssa�s ass, reflected in the mirror next to them.

 

Below her lovely, swinging brown hair, past the exquisite small of her back, slim, elegantly curved hips bounded perfectly matched oviod halves. Exactly symmetrical, split along the line of her spine, these drew apart at the bottom with the spreading of her legs, offering an enticing glimpse of soft pink vulva. Whipping-boy whined and groaned, and homed in on that glorious view as if his life depended on it.

 

Unfortunately, Alyssa soon felt his scrutiny, and like Briana she screamed at him.

 

�Slut-boy! How dare you peek at me! You just earned an extra thirty strokes for that!� Then she immediately moved to deprive him of his view.

 

One impossibly long leg stepped over him, and in seconds she was sitting on his humbled head and shoulders. Now Todd could only see her calf, and he could barely breathe to boot. The hot swamp of her vagina squashed against the back of his neck, and Alyssa began rocking and squirming, pleasuring herself as she faced upslope to his ass and renewed her strapping rhythm.

 

Exaggerating the natural motions of her upper body and flailing arm, she put her whole lithe form into simultaneously humping his neck and whipping his ass. Nearly smothered, Whipping-boy endured an unmeasured eternity then, as Briana renewed her own slashing strikes and Alyssa worked herself into the afternoon�s third series of multiple orgasms. Ah, to be so young again�

 

At last Alyssa paused, regaining her breath after the last ass-wrecking, neck-soaking climax. Todd heard the grin in her voice as she responded to Briana�s jibe.

 

�That looked moderately exciting and fulfilling.�

 

�Are you fucking kidding me? That was awesome. You gotta try it. Besides, it�s my turn to use the whip.�

 

�Yes it most certainly is.�

 

They switched tools and positions, and the entire process was repeated. Briana was just as vigorous and energetic (if not more) in her belt-strapping and neck-riding as her lover had been, and Alyssa was just as cruel and cunning (if not more) with the braided eight-foot lash of the bullwhip.

 

Truly her aim was phenomenal, enabling her to catch his still bound-up, back-bent and straining cock and even his vulnerable balls with dead-on strikes. Condemned by his weakness and perversion, truly deserving and yet hardly accepting it all, Todd suffered thus until at last both girls had had their fill of physically victimizing him.

 

By then his ass had changed from a white rising moon to the black, sun-baked surface of Mercury, the bruised landscape scored by a searing lattice of acid trails. Sobbing dangerously out of control, spewing shot out of his nose and sucking desperately for tiny sips of air afterward, he was also in constant danger of asphyxiation. But at long last the assault halted, the body lifted off his juice-slathered neck and shoulders, and the girls exchanged celebratory whoops, hugs, high-fives, and kisses.

 

Equally gratified and intimidated, stunned and aroused by the extent of the abuse he�d just endured, Whipping-boy struggled desperately to get his breath back.

 

Again he expelled mucus, then sucked greedily at the marginally freer air. Then, despite the flaming pain and swooning relief of aftermath, despite the disorientation of mescaline, anoxia, and the encroaching hazy numbness of pain-induced endorphins, he cleared his head enough to get his eyes working again. Free to move a bit at last, he craned his neck and peered around his traumatized butt in the bedside mirror. What the hell might his mad young mistresses do to him next? That was the immediate question.

 

No answer was immediately forthcoming. It seemed he had a moment of peace, while the girls whispered and giggled, soul-kissed and caressed each other�s breasts. Very sensually they toweled each other off, using deep thick terrycloth to mop up the sweat of their extended exertion. Whipping and strapping for an hour was a serious workout. But at last Briana went to her bag, and Slut-boy cringed as she broke out a couple of harnesses equipped with huge, flesh-colored dildoes.

 

Surely those giant cocks weren�t meant for him�

 

These girls were clearly lesbian lovers. Hopefully they were just preparing to put on a show. Hadn�t Alyssa earlier begged for a fucking, and her partner promised one soon? Conveniently forgetting the earlier talk about rape, ignoring his ominous positioning, Slut-boy tried to convince himself of his safety, as Briana helped her girlfriend Alyssa don one of those hard rubber cocks.

 

�These are the best pricks I�ve ever seen,� declared the butch little mistress. �Ten inches long, two inches thick, rough textured and elaborately contoured, the only thing that isn�t completely lifelike about them is the huge size, unyielding hardness, and, of course, the electric motor within. This vibrator has three settings, and it runs not only the prick itself, but also this built-in clit stimulator. That�s this inner probe here��

 

Alyssa gave a yelp of excited delight as this was inserted, and Briana continued as she cinched the last straps tightly about her butt and waist.

 

�That way, the more and harder you push, the more you get yourself off. It�s the next best thing to a double-headed dildo, which isn�t always practical. Not that I didn�t bring one of those along, too, as well as a few other surprises. But that�s jumping the gun a bit.�

 

At last she stepped back, and alone tall Alyssa posed a moment with her new erect cock.

 

Strangely, she was now more stunning than ever. Framed by that long, gorgeous hair, her mobile and expressive face with its lively eyes and naturally full, red lips was literally aglow with excitement. Meanwhile her hip-shot stance emphasized every graceful curve. 

 

Tall and willowy, her form was spare and slender everywhere except for two beautiful projections up top and one down below. Full and pointy, big-nippled and upswept, her symmetrical breasts were as mouthwatering a pair as existed anywhere. Yet still they were only half as compelling as that up-curving cock, larger than life and yet sprouting from the base of Alyssa�s mons venerus as though it had a perfect right to be there.

 

She stroked it and tugged, testing its rock-solid fit with the ease of long familiarity. To Slut-boy, waiting ass-up and helpless, the gesture was desperately, unexpectedly erotic.

 

Without his volition and yet in addition to his drug-induced rigidity, his own back-bent, extensively traumatized erection twitched, redoubling its efforts to penetrate the pillow it was squashed against. At the same moment Alyssa at last looked up, gazing unerringly into the mirror where her Slut-boy knelt facedown watching her.

 

�Somebody�s going to get a butt-fucking!�

 

She called out in a teasing little sing-song, dashing his foolish hopes and yet perversely turning him on even more by gloating about her diabolical intentions. While Briana began donning her own identical penis, she leaped onto the bed, cheerfully and yet pitilessly commiserating with her slut about the painful indignity approaching.

 

�Ah, my sweet little Slut-boy, my poor little moralist. About to lose his virginity to a teenage girl. How hilariously ironic!� She unbuckled and removed the ball-gag, and now Todd really sucked for air, taking it in with great slobbery gasps. At last his swimming head cleared a little more. Then Alyssa grabbed him, and used his pigtails to swivel his head, away from the snot-soiled sheet to his left and straight ahead forward.

 

This had the effect of bending his neck radically up and back, opening his airway all the way. Thank you Mistress. But kneeling there bent over, hands and feet cuffed together, his head kowtowed and yet tipped all the way back, he felt rather like a trussed-up suckling pig, all ready for roasting. All he needed was an apple stuck in his mouth � or maybe something else.

 

As if reading his mind Alyssa squatted in front of him, her huge prong confronting his made-up face.� Once again grabbing him by the pigtails, she spoke as sweetly, as lovingly as ever to him.

 

�I know this is a giant cock, Slut-boy. Big enough for the loosest damn pussy in creation, to say nothing of your tender, virgin little boycunt. That�s why I�m going to let you suck on it before I fuck you with it. The more spit you can get on the head and shaft, the easier it will penetrate. So open up, my sweet little slut, and service your mistress� penis.�

 

Slut-boy opened his mouth, intending to protest, but before he could form a single word Alyssa pushed forward, the head of her cock effortlessly parting his lips. Wedging his teeth apart, that hard rubber head quickly filled his mouth. He gagged and goggled, but Alyssa only pushed herself deeper.

 

�Now suck on me, Slut-boy. Work my hard prick like you can�t wait for it to spew in your mouth. I want to see your technique.�

 

Flushed with humiliation, unable to move his head away in any case, Todd did his best. A complete novice at fellatio, he sucked hard at the big foreign object, scrubbing it with his tongue, and soon the saliva began flowing from his glands.

 

�That�s right.� Alyssa started pumping her hips, gently fucking his face, and the glistening drool coated the shaft as she thrust its first few inches slowly in and out. This whole process was desperately erotic, and despite the taboo Slut-boy was actually beginning to take a sneaking pleasure in performing this forbidden ritual. But then she suddenly withdrew.

 

�Good enough,� crooned Alyssa. �Now say goodbye to your cherry, slut. From now on your private rear exit is a two-way street, a veritable public freeway.� And I�m going to be doing the majority of the driving.�

 

�Alyssa�� Todd tried again to protest as she moved around behind him.

 

Being anally raped had never entered into his fantasies (at least not consciously), and despite the thickening coil of arousal in his innards, despite the way his erection strained harder than could be pharmacuetically accounted for, his upper brain couldn�t accept this horror without at least a token show of resistance.

 

Unfortunately that single word would have to do it. Alyssa cut him off immediately, cruelly smacking his bruised-black, whip-lashed butt-cheek with her hand as she corrected him.

 

�That�s Mistress Alyssa, you insubordinate slut! Now shut up! When I�m fucking your ass, when anyone�s fucking your ass, you aren�t allowed to speak unless it�s to express pleasure, thank your violator, or beg for more cock. Got it? That�s standing Rule #2.�

 

She moved between his legs, and suddenly something cold and hard and big and round pressed up against him. Forcing entry where things were only meant to exit, that insult pained and shamed him in equal measure. Blood flooded Todd�s already flushed face with heat, and he gasped as the bulbous head of Mistress Alyssa�s penis pushed up deeper inside him. She paused a minute then, only ten percent inserted, and Slut-boy had a second to get accustomed to that uncomfortable, unnatural and yet strangely evocative invasion. But then Mistress� fingers found the switch. A motor snapped into humming life, cold turned to hot, and the entire big prick began to vibrate.

 

A second later his mistress grabbed his hips, and Slut-boy tried to brace himself. Then ready or not, afraid, aroused and abashed or not, Mistress Alyssa started fucking.

 

�AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!� Todd screamed piercingly. This was no slow, gentle rhythm like she�d slipped between his lips. This was a full-bore, all-out, rear back and slam forward cock-goring. Alyssa seemed to go from a dead stop to jackhammer intensity in just one withdraw-thrust cycle. The incredible pain as her huge hard dildo battered its way into him threatened to rive Todd�s reason from its moorings.

 

Nearly dry, as big around as an axe-handle, her penis ripped and tore his insides, but Alyssa didn�t seem to care about that. As Briana had indicated, the toy�s attached clit stimulator gave great incentive to the wielder of such a device. The harder and faster Mistress gouged her way into him, the quicker she charged toward her next orgasm. Therefore she showed her slut no mercy at all, and within a couple dozen strokes had penetrated him almost to the hilt. Still she hammered away, until her hips were clapping hands with his upthrust butt and her hotly throbbing cock was stabbing him insane. Only the sound of Alyssa�s cries, escalating and competing pleasure and need, rescued Slut-boy from he knew not what kind of mental and emotional breakdown.

 

If his lovely mistress was feeling pleasure, that was good enough for him. Indeed, the sound of her arousal re-ignited his own crazed lust.

 

Her pleasure, and the limitless humiliation of being used like woman, used like a slut, helped Todd to gradually transmogrify the terrible pain of his raping into proportionally intense arousal.

 

Although he was no homosexual, had never been attracted to a man or considered servicing any organ with any orifice, he was able to accept and appreciate this experience in the name of his devotion to Sweet Alyssa, the most wonderful human in the world. Eventually he realized that his own cries had become equally erotic and affirmatory, that he was willingly living up to his new designation as a slut, and the knowledge aroused him even further.� He began reveling in the relentless thudding blows of the prick. Arching his back as though to lift his ass higher, he strained for his own violation. Lost in tripped-out agony and debasement, so turned-on he thought he might burst, Slut-boy had almost forgotten his other tormentor. But then she most rudely reminded him.

 

Finally Briana had her own cock in place. She leaped onto the bed, and while Alyssa continued to anally rape him, Mistress Briana placed herself squarely in front of his face.

 

�Open up, slut! You�ve got two fucking holes and I�ve got a cock that needs sucking! Show us how much you like to play the sissy! Suck me off like the lamprey you are!�

 

Todd gazed up, past her pierced, tattooed belly, past her hard harnessed breasts and muscular shoulders, right up into her sneering young face.

 

Those cold blue eyes held such unlimited contempt for him that he wanted to crawl away and hide. Nevertheless his cock continued to pound, and with his degradation already complete he opened his mouth willingly enough. Immediately she jabbed her way in, much more roughly than Alyssa had done, and resumed giving orders.

 

�Suck harder! Purse those painted lips and suck like it�s Mistress Alyssa�s nipple!� Slut-boy tried, but at the mention of her name Alyssa redoubled her efforts, picking up the pace of both her pumping hips and piercing cries.

 

The pounding of her pelvis and penis jarred Slut-boy�s body rhythmically, interfering with his inexperienced attempts at cocksucking. She kept driving him downward, disrupting his head-bobbing, and both he and Briana could soon see that somewhat cruder procedures were required. No problem. Clamping his powdered cheeks between her palms, Briana held Slut-boy�s head steady and started an opposing rhythm. While Alyssa loomed above him and fucked down, she planted herself before their slut�s lowered face, jammed her two-inch thick cock inside him and started thrusting upward. That way both their efforts worked to each other�s advantage; resistance increased at each hole and both inner probes pressed ever more insistently against the mistress� sensitive clits.

 

Hammering away in tandem, their cries rising in harmonious chorus, their slapping hips provided a brisk rhythm counter-pointed by the desperate whistling of breath through Slut-boy�s flaring nostrils. Briana was all the way inside him, her big cock plunging the drain of his esophogas, and her harnessed hips bashed brutally against his lips and nose.

 

This rough face-fucking was agony, the worst thing he�d ever endured. It made Alyssa�s savage assault on his rectum pale by comparison. Yet still his education continued, a lifetime course in sword-swallowing packed into an hour-long throat-and-ass fuck. Yet even when both girls cried out their latest climax, and then paused to kiss and nuzzle over his whimpering form, the day�s penile service was barely beginning. The two mistresses merely switched positions, and had at their Slut-boy again. For an interminable time then, an interval made unknowable by the effects of agony, emotion and drugs, his opposing holes were brutally fucked. Together and/or sequentially, they kept up a constant assault that was interrupted only when the two girls were too busy fucking each other. But generally all three of them were all involved in endlessly imaginative menage e trios.

 

There were at least three cocks, three tongues and eight holes among them, and seemingly endless combinations and permutations to explore. Add in the instruments carried in Briana�s big black bag, and the most outrageous possibilities were easily realized. Finally Todd wound up lying flat on his back, a large pillow under his butt lifting up his hips. With his legs spread wide and his handcuffs once again linked together underneath him, he was utterly helpless. But even had he been free and fully able once again, he�d never have dreamed of fleeing. Alyssa lay fully atop him, face to face, with her luscious breasts squashed against his chest. Not only that, but her incredibly tight young cunt gripped and squeezed and slipped against his tied-up, rock-hard erection.

 

This alone would have been an arrangement to savor forever, no doubt. But behind them both, kneeling between the paired spread of their legs, was butchy Briana. She�d produced and strapped on a big double dildo. She now sported two eight-inch cocks, one above the other like an old-fashioned over-under double-barreled shotgun. Originally designed to penetrate a woman in both the pussy and the ass, Briana was using this to fuck Todd and Alyssa both up the ass while their genitalia were socketed together.

 

Her quick hard thrusts gave impetus to Todd�s own embedded organ, and for the first time since his crippling it was as though he was actually actively fucking someone, instead of just lying there ridden.

 

This was also a sensation worthy of treasuring for eternity, but it couldn�t hold a candle to this three-way�s ultimate thrill. Centimeters away from his own, the glorious face of Alyssa Muenster smiled warmly down at him, her overwhelming presence adding an immeasurable dimension to the sexual experience.

 

Her hands held and caressed his face, and her soft lips kissed and kissed and kissed him until he thought his heart would burst with love and joy. Like adolescents first discovering the magical dance of lips and teeth and tongues, they made out feverishly as they fucked, until at last the power and pace of Briana�s cocks made that impossible. Then they just clung to each other and groaned with exquisite passion.

 

Gazing deeply, lovingly into each other�s eyes, they shared the incredible sensations of fucking while being fucked and ever so much more. This sense of total intimacy was so pure and untinctured, so downright sublime, that the desperately lonely Slut-boy considered it easily worth the price he�d paid: his humble body and soul.

 

For that brief, magical interval, he was completely fulfilled like never before in his life. But at last yet another succession of escalating, simultaneous female orgasms came and went, bringing the long orgy-trip to an exhausted, climactic (if still only temporary), halt. After so much use and abuse, Alyssa and Briana were gasping hugely as they at last uncoupled and collapsed atop their now thoroughly broken-in slut. Long moments of panting recovery ensued, as tangled limbs caressed sweaty bodies. But then a minor debate broke out.

 

�Ah, that was truly wonderful. I can�t count the number of times I came my brains out. I think our Slut-boy deserves an orgasm of his own after all that.�

 

�What?� scoffed Briana, �Deserves? He deserves whatever we feel like giving him. I think another whipping and a shit supper is what he deserves. I can�t believe you let him kiss you and suck your tits.�

 

�Why not? I love my little Slut-boy, and he loves me. That�s what traps him in my power. Just the hope of some small display of affection on my part, and he allows me to do whatever I want to him. One kiss, one lick at my tit, and I rule his entire life.

 

�Besides, it�s not like he�s the only guy I kiss and suck and fuck. I like to love a lot of men, and women, too. That�s what our bodies are made for. Pure sexual pleasure. Now I think we�ve had an awesome time here, and it�s only fair to reward the pretty little slut who�s allowed us to have so much fun abusing him.�

 

�Allowed? He didn�t allow anything. He serves us now, remember?� From now until forever, he�s nothing but a worthless slave. He has no choice in the matter. He can serve us absolutely or he can go to jail. You can treat him like a puppy or a pet, but to me he�s nothing but a fuck-object, a hole to stick my cock in. I�d rather be whipping him than kissing him. After all, he�s not the kind of man I�d want to be.�

 

�Well, regardless, I still want to see this reputed amazing ejaculation. Don�t you want to see if it can really hit the ceiling, or his own face? Don�t you want to see if we can make those crippled legs kick and dance once again? That would make me feel like a goddess!�

 

�Oh, all right,� consented Briana. She cast a contemptuous look at Slut-boy�s cock, still wrapped with leather cords and amazingly erect after all this time. �How do you want to do this? Didn�t he say his legs had to be free?�

 

�Let�s hang him in the sling. I�m sure something will occur to us after that.�

 

�Good enough. Let�s do it.�

 

Todd could hardly believe it. An old pro with the transfer lift, Alyssa quickly had her pet slut back in the canvas sling and hanging a couple feet above the bed. Rather than encircling his knees though, this time she�d slid the two thigh straps all the way up to his crotch. This had the effect of splaying his lower body out, gravity and the lift chains using his own weight to pull him apart at the middle. With his hands still cuffed behind his back, his legs were flung out wide to either side, free to kick and spasm as extravagantly as necessary. Indeed they already trembled visibly, the dregs of the drug in his system still wreaking neuromuscular havoc.

 

The shoulder chains were several inches shorter, holding his head and upper body at a slightly higher level. The parabolic curve of the sling also bowed his torso forward, reducing the distance between face and crotch considerably. Todd found himself staring straight at his long-suffering erection, still tightly bound and painfully rigid. Jutting up at him, the sweetly weeping eyelet was barely half a meter away.

 

The balls below were bare and bruised, but tingling with anticipation nonetheless. Unfortunately, what was below those now hung at the perfect level, and the thigh straps were conspiring to pull it out invitingly open. Suddenly Alyssa had her cock on again, and she addressed her slut as she moved between his legs.

 

�Damn, you look tempting, hanging there all helpless and open like that. Talk about handicapped access! Before I jerk you off I�m going to have to fuck you out some more first. I just can�t help myself.�

 

�And I�m going to have to whip you, too,� put in Briana, picking up the belt and doubling it in her fist. Then while Alyssa stepped up and inserted herself (this time quite easily) in Slut-boy�s stretched out open boycunt, Briana moved up next to him, kneeling at his side in perfect striking distance.

 

Again it began, Alyssa butt-fucking him while Briana whipped his vulnerable thighs, belly, chest, and genitals. Holding him by the hips, swinging him in his chains, Mistress Alyssa pulled him back to meet each forward thrust, a dynamic that proved especially arousing to both of them.

 

Alyssa claimed it right away as her favorite way to defile him: looking him straight in the face while she pumped her big hard prick up into him. She hinted strongly about enjoying this kind of sling use extensively later. But at last she halted her rhythm long enough to untie the cruel leather thong enhancing and imprisoning his genitals. Then when she resumed fucking him she also began fondling, pulling, and pumping on his erection.

 

Slut-boy went nuts, almost creaming automatically, but Briana stopped him the knick of time. The belt in her hand suddenly cracked across his face, distracting him from the cock pushing into him and his primary mistress� expert manipulations. Slut-boy cried out in erotic pain and surprise, opened his eyes and focused on Briana. Again she strapped him across the face, leaving a stinging stripe of bruise and bringing involuntary water to his eyes. Through a prism of tears he watched as she shook her weapon at him.

 

�Pay attention, Slut-boy. Before you get your orgasm I�m going to clarify things a little bit. I want no misunderstandings. This is how it�s going to be from now on. You belong body and soul to Mistress Alyssa now, and when she�s in town, to Mistress Briana as well. Mistress A and Mistress B. Not only will you provide us both with food and shelter, you will be our personal cook, butler, slave, slut, whipping-boy, ashtray and toilet. Not only that, but we will also control your sex life down to the tiniest detail. Get it? You�ve had your last voluntary orgasm, chosen your last sexual partner. From now on we will determine who you service and how, and if and when you�ll ever be allowed to come. Don�t you ever let us catch you so much as looking at another person with lust or touching your own dick again without our expressed permission.�

 

Briana laughed cruelly at his look of dismay, and his helpless, involuntary glance of appeal. But Alyssa merely continued to rape his ass and slowly, exquisitely stimulate his raging erection. Her smug little smile was answer enough. Then Briana reclaimed Slut-boy�s attention with another crack of the strap.

 

�Hey slut! Don�t look at her for help. This is where Mistress Alyssa can be the cruelest. She�s got a lot of lovers. You might not get to touch your own cock anymore, but you�ll be kept plenty busy servicing other ones. That�s right. Not only are you going to have to watch other guys brutally fuck the shit out of your precious Alyssa, you will be required to prepare them both for each other and then clean off their organs afterward.

 

�You will lick her pussy wet and suck their cocks up hard first. And after they�re through giving it to her (right in front of your nose, of course) you�ll eat their come out of her sloppy crotch. And after that you�ll suck her ejaculate off their deflating dicks. And if any of these hung studs wants further service, and we order you to enthusiastically provide it, you�d damn well better do so. You have no fucking choice in the matter.�

 

Todd groaned terribly. �No, no, I�m no homo. I just want to serve Alyssa. Mistress Alyssa, honey, please��

 

Alyssa smiled sweetly at him, but smugly shook her head. The pace of her hand-job picked up a bit though, and now she was pointing that big red cock-gun directly at his make-up smeared face. She confirmed her lover�s words.

 

�Honey, sexual preference is just that, a preference. Nothing more. And preference no longer matters for you. The only concept that has any meaning to you now is sexual service.

 

�Slut-slaves are, by definition, there for the use of all. You�ll get to service me. But you�ll also orally and anally service all of my lovers and friends, and be whipped and used and humiliated both before them and by them. That�s just the way it is from now on. If you don�t agree, I�m afraid I�ll have to leave. You�ll never see me again. Worse, you�ll end up in jail, where they�ll all be men, big hard black men demanding service. Those kind of sex partners knock out your teeth before they fuck your face. Now wouldn�t you rather stay with me? I�m pretty good at this��

 

Emphasizing her words Alyssa squeezed him, pumping his erection even harder, and with her big, hotly vibrating cock massaging his prostate, Slut-boy was on the physical brink. It had easily been over a year since his last orgasm, and Mistress Alyssa�s fist was indeed extremely educated. Briana raised her arm with the strap again, mutely threatening, and once again Todd�s resistance collapsed. He would do whatever his mistresses told him.

 

�Okay, okay, you win, Mistress. Mistress A and Mistress B, I shall do whatever you please. I live to serve you both.�

 

�You�ll suck men�s cocks on command, and eat their come like candy?�

 

�Yes Mistress.�

 

�Say it, then!� Mistress Alyssa�s eyes gleamed as she humiliated him.

 

�I will suck men�s cocks on command, and eat their come like candy. I only live to serve and service you and all of your friends to the best of my ability.� Todd couldn�t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Nevertheless they had the desired effect. Alyssa�s smile turned triumphant, and she slipped quickly out of his ass. In the same instant she suddenly clamped down extremely hard on the rope-furrowed length of his painfully swollen cock and gave a final series of incredibly quick, vigorous jerks.

 

Briana dropped her strap and grabbed Slut-boy by the head, holding his face steady to prevent any attempted shirking. Alyssa meanwhile pointed and pumped, and within half a dozen strokes Todd�s incredibly convulsive orgasm was upon him. His back arched and bucked, rattling the lift chains. His legs bunched and thrashed, snap-kicking violently. Yet between them knelt his mistress, holding tightly to his suddenly shuddering and spurting cock, pumping briskly and directing that come-stream exactly where she wanted it to go.

 

Fourteen months worth of semen fountained out of him, the deep spinal reflex flinging it so forcefully that it easily made the short distance to his firmly held face. Gobs and clots and hot salty streamers spat and spattered all across his features, some finding the open hole of his groaning throat to soil. Nevertheless Todd savored it, and not just the feel and taste of his own issue slapping his cheeks and dripping off his lips onto his tongue. The convulsive physical activity, the vigorous flexing and snapping of crippled lower limbs, was as exciting and gratifying as the violent emptying of his gonads. But at last the spasms tapered off, his legs came to rest and his flaming penis stopped spewing out lava-hot semen.

 

Slut-boy collapsed in his bonds, his own come liberally soaking his face. Utterly spent, he hardly listened as the exultant girls bantered excitedly about the display. Thrilled by the spectacle of his incredibly intense, whole-body orgasm, they quickly decided that he would wear the results crusted on his face indefinitely. Alyssa called it �a badge of pride in his service as a slut and an advertisement to all of his availability�.

 

Huh? That last sounded ominous. By this time all three of them were coming down, the trip petering out and Todd�s quivering muscles at last slumping back into their habitual flaccidity. He was looking forward now to a night of forgetful rest. But to his disbelief and dismay it seemed the girls were still just getting started. Talk about youthful stamina�

 

Alyssa brought out a small urinal, and by patting on Todd�s bladder she urged him to void. Then, with the danger of an untimely mess once again minimized, the girls returned him to his original position. Once again he was placed on his back, a pillow under his ass and a big one behind his head and shoulders. Once again his wrists were cuffed down snugly against his sides by the two linked manacles passing underneath him. And once again his stocking-clad legs were drawn wide to either side, where they were thus splayed out (and this time firmly tied) invitingly open. Then the dialogue resumed.

 

�Okay,� declared Briana. �The slut�s had his orgasm, he�s trussed up and ready. I think we should all dose again. Then you can take care of business while I get on the phone.�

 

�Right. Should we give Slut-boy a double dose this time? See what that does to him?�

 

�Excellent idea.� Alyssa and Briana each ingested another small baggie of powder. Then while Briana moved to the desk and picked up the phone, Mistress Alyssa once again straddled her cross-dressed, come-soiled slut.

 

Her cock was still firmly in place, and once again she forced Slut-boy to suck on it. Then onto the wet head she poured two little baggies of the dangerous hallucinogen.

 

�Open up, Slut-boy. More erection medicine for you.�

 

At long last, Todd was past protesting. Trying not to think of what he was buying into, he opened his mouth, accepted what she thrust into him and sucked another unimaginable interval of muscle-spasming insanity from the head of Mistress Alyssa�s penis.

 

Unfortunately, trying not to contemplate the unimaginable became impossible soon after Briana began making her calls. Apparently, friends and associates of her and Alyssa from all over the country were gathered nearby, and Slut-boy could overhear every inflection of her enthusiasm as she invited them over.

 

�That�s right. Everything�s gone exactly according to plan� Yep, the party�s finally ready to begin. I�m just about to set up the camcorder, so be sure everybody brings a blank tape� You know it! Lots of people are going to want momentos of this occasion� You heard me. Come one, come all. Pun definitely intended! Everybody who wants to beat or fuck our beautiful new Slut-boy, whip him, torture him, play with him, ejaculate up his ass, down his throat or all over his face, is more than welcome...

 

�I�m telling you, this fucking come-funnel is sexy and slutty and absolutely as helpless and vulnerable as they come� Even if he wasn�t chained up, which he is, he�s paralyzed! He can�t even close his legs, sit up or roll over without help! And his cock is constantly hard! It stays that way forever, no matter what you do to it!�

 

Still sucking on Alyssa�s cock, Slut-boy goggled at hearing Mistress Briana thus extol his virtues to a bunch of anonymous strangers. He cast a cringing glance upward, still reluctant to believe what he�d heard, and Sweet Alyssa nodded sympathetically down at him. Both lovingly and pitilessly, she affirmed the horrors that were coming.

 

�Many, many people have been seeking an opportunity like this for a long time, Slut-boy. Not only that, but I owe most of them considerable favors. I�ve been using their sluts for over three years now. Your little apartment is going to be the center of quite a lot of activity for a quite a while. I hope you�re not busy for the next few months.� Alyssa laughed excitedly, then returned serious. �A lot of cocks and cunts are going to need to be serviced. You wouldn�t know, but these kink parties have a way of gathering steam and going on and on, as word about them spreads. I�m going to help you make up big-time for all those years of lonely celibacy. Now, I have to go freshen up a bit, and slip into my dominatrix outfit before all the guests arrive. But first, I�m afraid the big moment has come. It�s time for you really prove your devotion to me. Are you ready to be truly consecrated into my eternal total service?� She pulled her big cock from his mouth.

 

Already horrified by the thought of being the focus of an indefinitely extended public kink orgy, Todd stunned himself by finding yet another level of fear and degradation beneath the depthless abyss his worthless being had already retreated to. From this Dantean netherworld, he heard himself respond.

 

�Yes, Mistress Alyssa.�

 

�Wonderful! Then open up, Toilet-boy. And you�d better chew and swallow as fast as you can, if you don�t want to choke.�

 

Then, while Briana began setting up a state-of-the-art camcorder, training it on Toilet-boy and tuning him in on the TV monitor, Mistress Alyssa turned around, squatted down and sat back. She gripped her beautiful young ass with both hands. Then, spreading her cheeks wide, she settled her just-opening anus down over Toilet-boy�s gaping mouth.

 

�Lick me, Toilet-boy,� she breathed, �Tongue me all around the rim. Go ahead and suck my hole, coax it out.�� The words aroused him, if the prospect didn�t, and with his come-crusted face blazing with shame Todd did as he was ordered. Stimulating her anus helped her sphincter to open, and with an indescribable grunting sigh Alyssa at last bore down. She filled her Toilet-boy�s mouth with long, firm, fat hot turds.

 

Holding his breath, Toilet-boy chewed and swallowed frantically, thinking �spaghetti with sausage, spaghetti with sausage�, trying anything to get him through this duty. Unfortunately his chewing still wasn�t fast enough, and in order not to cause a mess he was forced to gulp down huge soft chunks of it whole.

 

The entire ordeal was terrible, limitlessly revolting, but according to his mistress it was exactly what he needed and deserved. Therefore he would get used to it. Eventually. Somehow. For now though it was enough that at last Alyssa�s fudge factory had stopped producing. Following established procedure, Toilet-boy finished her up by sucking and tonguing her hard and deep, licking all around inside as far as he could get and doing the best job possible of thoroughly cleaning her out.

 

No sooner had he done so than suddenly the doorbell rang. �They�re here!� Without a word or even a glance of acknowledgement to repay her Toilet-boy�s efforts, Alyssa leapt off his face and dashed off to her own room to quickly dress.� Briana looked up, and catching the look on Todd�s face she grinned devilishly at him. After making one last adjustment to the VCR, she strode quickly from the room to answer the door. Slut-boy was left watching himself on the TV.�

 

Hair braided into pig-tails, made up and dressed like a slut, handcuffed and splay-legged, bare-crotched and once again painfully, rigidly erect, with his own dried come still crusting his face, he looked about as ridiculous and contemptible as a human being possibly could. Licking the shit off his lips, hearing the door open and many, many voices both male and female raised in greeting, Slut-boy surprised himself with a slow, uneasy smile.