Authors: Theresa Taylor
“Well, I better be going.” he said. “I’ll just leave you to enjoy your
new toy.”
Suddenly the dildo began to vibrate, the hard nub against her clitoris
thrummed against the sensitive engorged bud.
She screamed. Immediately she was thrown into an uncontrollable, all
encompassing orgasm. Her body shook, her mind swam. She couldn’t stop. She had
climax after climax but still the swollen bulging dildo throbbed on
relentlessly. She could not move, couldn’t resist the dynamic assault of the
objects filling her pussy and arse.
“ Just
let me know if you ever need another
delivery!” The man laughed at his own wit. His voice slowly became distant and
she realised he was walking out of the room “just order a parcel and leave the
door ajar.” He laughed loudly this time but the laugh faded as he went out of
the house.
Michelle lay on the floor for several long minutes, her thoughts coming
and going in waves, each interrupted and scrambled by her continuous waves of
orgasm. She didn’t feel the chill of the door open or the sound of footsteps
entering the room. Not until the dildo suddenly stopped vibrating was she aware
of anything.
Slowly the dildo deflated, she felt her pussy squirm and twist as it
did so. Gradually it returned to
it’s
initial size causing several mini orgasm as it did so. Eventually it was
removed from her.
She lay for several moments, enthralled by the unique sensations she
was experiencing between her prone legs; the occasional involuntary twitching
of her vagina, the sensation of cum trickling round the curve of a breast and
down her side.
She had been......what? Abused? Taken advantage of? Humiliated? She
couldn’t make sense of what had happened. She couldn’t equate her feelings of
disgust, shame, outrage – with the feeling that she had just had the most
wonderful experience.
Danny spoke softly to her as her breathing returned to normal. He eased
out the butt plug then untied her and helped her shakily to her feet. He
removed the gag and blindfold. It took Michelle several seconds to adjust to
the sudden light and focus on the picture of Danny’s smiling face. She turned
and looked at herself in the large mirror over the fireplace. Her hair was matted
with sweat; her mouth red at the corners from the gag. She looked down at the
stream of thick cum that was running from her breasts down onto the basque, a
string of it swaying suspended from one nipple. Beneath the basque she saw the
streaks of cum across her belly mixing with the lipstick words, slightly drier
now and running down over her hips and trickling over the mound of her shaven
mons
pubis. Her insides felt strangely empty.
Danny was looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him, a weak, tired
smile and scooped a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“You arranged this?” She asked.
He nodded.
“Then get that video on the TV and when I’ve finished watching it you
better be ready to fuck my brains out!”
“Well done girls!” Amanda
announced with a smug smile across her face. The girls, breathing heavily and
hair disheveled stepped back from their quarry and allowed Amanda to step in
and circle the prize.
“
Mmmm
,
Steven!” she said after a moment. “You look so, so….vulnerable!” The other
girls giggled.
“Fucking hell Amanda,
what’s going on?” Steven groaned breathlessly, unable to raise his head high
enough to see more than her knees.
He lay on his front,
hands bound behind his back and ankles tied. He was naked, his clothes strewn about
the apartment. He had grazed an elbow as the girls wrestled him to the floor
and attempted to turn his head enough to look at it but with no success. Amanda
continued to circle him and he watched as her narrow ankles and elegant black
stilettos stepped slowly into and then out of his field of vision. She stopped
briefly at his side and pushed a foot beneath his torso managing to roll him
onto his side, holding him there with the soul of her foot when he appeared to
be about to roll back again.
“Nice cock too.” she
cooed.
“Jesus.” Steven barked
angrily “what sort of game is this!”
“Hush young man,
you’re in no position to try your macho anything.”
Two of the girls
walked around from behind him to stand beside Amanda and he was immediately
conscious of where their eyes were focused.
“Chrissie?
Cassie, Liz? Come on, please. Mary?
What’s going on” He appealed to the other girls.
“Now girls,” Amanda
cooed again “time for stage two.”
“Stage two of what?
What the fuck is stage two! What the fuck is this all about?” Steven spat out.
Amanda laughed and the
other girls stepped around Steven, lifted him from the floor and placed him in
an armchair. One, Cassie, had allowed her hand to brush his cock as she released
his legs. Steven scowled at her but she simply responded with a negligent
smile. Liz appeared before him with a bowl of warm water, a razor and a can of
shaving foam. She sprayed the foam over his body from a height and the girls
then took turns to work it all over his body before shaving his chest, arms and
legs. Steven talked nervously throughout, pleading with the girls to be
careful. He almost flew into a panic when Amanda stepped forward, took the
razor from Liz and took his cock in her hand. A swift caution from Amanda
advising him that resistance was likely to cause more damage had him frozen in
the chair. Amanda skillfully worked the razor around the contours of his balls
and cock as Steven, his face burning bright red, closed his eyes tightly
against the humiliation of it all. And now, his manhood being maneuvered and
cajoled by Amanda’s deft fingers he suddenly became aware that the nightmare
was worsening as his cock began to respond. She stopped momentarily, gave him a
knowing look, then continued with her work, finding his increasingly stiffening
cock easier to handle in respect of the task at hand and commenting to the
other girls on that fact. Finally, devoid of his body hair the girls washed him
down, all giving seemingly undue attention to ensure that his cock was truly
clean and dry. Steven was left in state of embarrassment and unwanted total
sexual arousal. Amanda picked up his clothes and took them out of the house and
put them in the garage.
“That will stop any
thoughts you have of running away.” she said smugly.
Next Amanda went to a
cupboard and brought out a large plastic bag from a well known department
store. She stood before Steven, prone in the armchair, his skin smooth and his
cock laying up his belly. She took hold of the bag by the bottom, flipped it
upside down and spilled its contents over him.
“You, young Steven,
are always telling us how men are naturally better than women, how women are
naturally this, naturally that. You even called young Chrissie here a slut. Now
you are going to find out just what it’s like to be a woman.”
“What the fuck?”
Steven growled in disbelief. “Chrissie, it was a joke, you know that!”
As if it had been
rehearsed the girls stepped in and, having untied his ankles, each took an item
of clothing from the pile that scattered his naked body. Liz began to work a
fishnet stocking up his right leg while Cassie took the left. Amanda and
Chrissie lifted him from the chair into a standing position and once upright
Mary fastened a suspender belt around his waist. As the stockings reached the
tops of his thighs the girls fastened them to the suspender belt. Now Chrissie
was putting his feet through the straps of a tiny g-string which she slipped up
over his thighs and up to his crutch. The flimsy, single piece of V shaped red
lace material barely covered his testicles and although his cock was now
returning to a more flaccid state it was obvious that there was vastly
insufficient material to contain him. The girls roared with laughter.
At last Mary untied
his hands but by now Steven had given up any thought of a struggle. He was also
being consumed by curiosity as to what the girls were doing. Amanda threaded
his arms into a bra, pulled it into place and fastened it. Well, he decided, he
certainly wasn’t going anywhere now, dressed as he was. He gave up the last
thoughts of resistance and gave himself over to the girls. He would go along
with their joke. Amanda tugged his arms behind him and slipped them into the
sleeves of a white blouse, then stepped around him to straighten the front. She
tugged the bra into place and then beckoned over her shoulder to Chrissie.
“And…..La piece de
resistance” She announced as Chrissie handed her two objects. Amanda pushed
them down into each cup of the bra.
“Chicken fillets!"
She announced to Steven ecstatically adjusting the silicone false breasts.
Liz was now lifting
his feet and placed them into the waist of a black skirt. She hauled it up,
pausing to try and adjust his cock beneath the flimsy g-string before lifting
it the rest of the way and fastening the waist. The skirt was incredibly short,
the hem just covering his vitals at front and back. Now he was pushed back into
the armchair. He felt his cock burst out of the material beneath the skirt and
it lay awkwardly as he went back into the chair. He was too embarrassed though
to try and adjust
himself
. Now Amanda was applying
makeup to his face, eye shadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick. He was amazed at
how stealthily she applied it. And finally it was Liz who stepped forward and
pulled a blonde wig onto his head. His transformation was now complete. They
lifted him from the chair again and let him stand.
For a few moments the
girls stood back and admired their work. Chrissie produced a camera and started
to take pictures. Steven appealed half heartedly against it. His anger
subsided; he decided that he may as well enjoy the joke. He didn’t fancy the
idea of his mates getting to see the photos, but he had no doubt that that was
what the girls had planned. He would just have to ride out the storm. He would
claim he was blind drunk. Anyway, let them have their fun and then he could get
dressed and go home, his lesson accepted. He did think that shaving him was
going a bit far though and of course the fact that all the girls had all seen
him naked….and even worse, aroused!
Of all of them he had
only ever been intimate with Liz in the past and even that didn’t make him feel
any more comfortable. Finally Chrissie stopped taking pictures. Amanda went
behind him and he was waiting for her to help him out of the ridiculous clothes
when suddenly she grabbed his wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on him.
Steven grew angry
again. “Ok the jokes over now. I’m going home.” he snapped.
“Oh,” Amanda looked
disappointed. “But we were having so much fun.”
“Yes, well you’ve had
your laugh. Now get me out of this crap.”
Amanda pushed out her
bottom lip. “Oh, ok. Your clothes are in the garage. Come with me” she huffed.
He followed her out to the garage and demanded that she take off the cuffs “and
this bloody make-up too. It had better come off”.
“Oh of course” she
said as she poised over his pile of clothes on a chair next to the car. She
lifted the bundle and looked at Steven. A big grin spread across her face and,
as Steven questioned it, he heard the car door open and he was grabbed from
behind and bundled backwards into the car. The Girls all climbed in around him
and hauled him up onto the back seat. Liz and Carrie jumped in beside him while
Mary squeezed on the end. Amanda jumped into the front seat while Cassie threw
open the garage doors and within seconds the engine roared into life and Cassie
jumped in the front seat and the car sped out onto the road.
As they hurtled down
the road Mary passed a pair of high heeled shoes to Liz and Carrie and the
girls reached down and forced his stockinged feet into them.
“Where are we going?
This is beyond a joke, it’s gone too far now!” Steven screamed. “Someone might
see me, shit!”
“Oh yes.” Amanda
laughed. “Someone is most definitely going to see you!”
It was a warm balmy
evening and dusk was just drawing in. Steven was aware that as he was
manhandled into the car and propped up on the back seat, his hands still
cuffed, that the skirt had risen up exposing his cock as it protruded through
one side of the lace g-string. Looking down he was startled by the look of his
fishnet stockinged legs, rising to bare thighs at the top of the suspenders.
Most of all he noticed how visible the red lace briefs were beneath the black
skirt and more so how little of his cock it managed to conceal. He asked Liz to
“tuck me away, please.” but she laughed and turned away to look out of the
window. Finally Amanda pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were
in a seedy part of the town centre and Steven was terrified someone would see
him.
“Let him out here.”
Amanda told the girls.
“Not a chance!” Steven
screamed at her.
“We are going to the
Pink Lagoon club. It’s about a hundred yards down on the right. We’ll be
waiting inside for you.” She calmly told him.
With that Chrissie
slipped out of the car and pulled Steven out with Liz pushing him from behind.
After helping him to stand in the heeled shoes she walked him up onto the
pavement and unclasped the cuffs before dashing back to the car, slamming the
door shut behind her before it sped away. Steven gave chase for a desperate
moment, pleading with them to stop before stumbling on the heels and almost
falling. His heart pounding in his chest, gasps of breath causing his false
breasts to rise and fall, he tried to gather his thoughts.