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I called Rebecca down, and I told her that we needed to talk ...and that I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was surprised that she agreed to come down. I expected her to hesitate ...but she didn't. This may be easier than I first thought. Ian was really excited. I instructed him to open the door, and to stand behind it, to let Rebecca in ...so she wouldn't see him until she was inside.

I wore a pair of snug sweat pants and a t-shirt... no panties, and no bra. Rebecca was at the door a few minutes later.

When Ian closed the door behind her, she looked shocked ...seeing that he was dressed like that. I told her that he wanted to be one of the girls', and to sit around and talk with us, while we had coffee. Again, I met no resistance, and this surprised me. As Ian went to get us coffee, she told me that she couldn't stop thinking about what I had said to her yesterday. She whispered to me that she had fantasized about Ian while she'd masturbated. I feigned a surprised look.

Ian came back in, and sat on the chair across from us. When he sat, his cock made a tent in the apron. Rebecca looked right at it. This was going nothing like I had imagined it would, because Rebecca was giving no resistance whatsoever.

I started by telling Ian that I'd told Rebecca how he'd called out her name sometimes, when we were fucking ...or when I was sucking his dick. He looked a bit surprised, but was smart enough to go along with it.

"Look at that erection. The moment that I told him that you were coming down he got hard." I stood up, and sat on the floor by his legs. "I bet it's been ages since you saw a cock? Especially one that was so hard for you."

Rebecca nodded, looking at us with pure lust in her eyes. I reached under his apron, and I touched his hard cock ...again, it just seemed so much bigger than usual.

"I think he'd be willing to show you it to you... if you maybe let us see those boobs."

I wanted to see them as much as Ian. It took some time, but eventually Rebecca was sitting there in a sexy bra and a pair of black panties, looking delicious.

I told Ian to tell Rebecca how much he wanted to lick her all over, and how much he had been jerking off, thinking about doing that to her.

He was no dummy. It may not have been true, but he saw the chance for some hot sex here. So he did, and for effect, he rubbed the lump in his apron.

I crawled to Rebecca's feet. Ian followed me. I moved up, and I began touching her legs, then her arms, before I moved in to kiss her. She pulled away at first, but soon our tongues danced in each other's mouths. She moaned. Ian had started licking her legs, making his way up to her wet panties. Her full thighs opened to allow him access to her neglected pussy. Ian is such a horn dog!

He just pulled her wet panties aside, and started licking what had to be the hairiest pussy that I'd ever seen. She forgot me for the moment, throwing her head back, and enjoying my husband's talented tongue work. I unfastened her bra ...and I let out her forty-four DD's. I immediately went after her large, dark nipples, and began sucking on them. She didn't take long to have an orgasm. It was so loud that I was expecting the next door neighbours to slam on the wall. Ian kept at it though, and so did I. Before long, she was moaning, and was headed for her second quick orgasm. She was like me, in that she really got wet when she came. I kissed Ian, and I licked Rebecca's juices off his mouth and cheeks. Mmm, I liked it.

Ian knelt, took off his apron, and pulled Rebecca to the end of the couch. He shoved his cock into her pussy. I sat close to them on the couch, and I watched his cock sliding in and out of her hairy pussy. I ripped off my sweatpants and my shirt, and I leaned in close. I could smell the sweet smell of Rebecca's overheated pussy, as Ian began to just pound her. She reached out and pulled me toward her, and as we kissed she rubbed my pussy. I was so hot that I started to cum. She had her third orgasm, and a minute later, Ian pulled out... and he came all over her big tits. She sat back, and Ian and I licked her tits clean. Rebecca was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the couch.

I was still horny, so I let Ian fuck me in the arse. Rebecca left later that day, but begged us to have her back. I've been getting so horny, just thinking about it... that I've been letting Ian fuck me, and eat me constantly.

I'm working on bringing home a well hung stud, so that Ian can suck his cum right out of his dick... after he's fucked me and I've forced Ian to watch... probably whilst he's tied to a chair, or something!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

I am just coming out of the loo, when I notice that there is someone in our master bedroom. Clive is nearby in the hallway, and I ask him to come with me and investigate. As we stealthily enter the room, I notice that one of the guests is searching through our private stuff... A young woman of about twenty-three is rifling through some drawers... it's the usual excuse: she's looking for things to steal ...for some quick cash. To her surprise, she is grabbed from behind, and though she struggles hard, whoever it is that is holding her, is stronger than she is. Eventually, she calms down... and Clive says into her ear:

"That was a big mistake, trying to rob this house..."

He drags her across the room. He throws her down onto the bed, pinning her down with his body, before she has the chance to try to escape... he says:

"Well, well, well... I think I'm going to have to cuff you, and then I'll call some mates to take you off to the station." She starts to beg him not to, saying that she'll do anything that he wants her to.

"Anything... hmm?"

We decide that he might as well have some fun. I whisper to him that I am happy just to watch, and that he should be sure to keep her to her promise... making her do anything that pleases him!

He ties her hands behind her, with an article of clothing, pulled from a drawer. He grabs her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of him. Pulling at her thin shirt, it tears easily, and he sees that she's not wearing anything underneath it. As he pinches a nipple cruelly, he tells her to open her mouth ...and to suck his cock. She reluctantly complies, fearing that he will twist her nipple clean off.

Impatient with her clumsy sucking, he takes hold of her head, and he forces himself all the way into her throat.

She makes pained whimpering noises, as her face is pressed up against his stomach. He tells her to get his cock good and wet, because he wants to fuck her arse.

He pulls out of her mouth. She starts to beg and plead for him not to fuck her there... she's never had a man take her there before, but he pushes her over roughly, so she falls onto her shoulders and knees. He impatiently pushes her skirt up to her waist, and he pulls her knickers down. He puts the head of his cock at the entrance to her arse... he grabs her hair, and he starts pulling her back, making her impale herself on him. She cries out in pain, and she pleads:

"No!"

This just makes him angrier. He shoves his cock the rest of the way into her. She screams, and she tries to wriggle away from him. He holds tightly onto her hair, and her tied wrists. He waits for her to exhaust herself, and to submit to his will. Sobbing, and panting quietly... she eventually stops trying to get away, and he begins fucking her arse. Thrusting slowly at first, he becomes faster... and rougher with her, until he's nearly ready to cum.

He pulls out of the girl's arse... he flips her over, pulling her mouth open, cumming into her mouth, and over her lips... telling her to lick it all up, and to swallow it. She pleads with him to let her go, saying that he's had his fun ...and that she's learned her lesson. He just laughs. He says that he hasn't had any fun with her pussy yet.

She tries to get up and run, not getting far, because he slaps her hard across the face. She falls back onto the bed. Taking more things, like ties and belts, from his drawers ...and his cupboards, he ties her 'spread-eagled' to the bed, with a couple of pillows under her arse, exposing her completely.

He leaves the room for a little while, leaving the girl to struggle against her bonds, and to curse her predicament. When he returns, he's carrying a bag ...with several items in it. First, he uses some scissors ...to cut her clothes off completely. He pulls out a police baton. He runs it lightly over her skin, and she breathes sharply, fearing that he will beat her with it.

Soon, she feels it pressing into her cunt, but she can't twist away from it, and she feels its hard smoothness, as it slides into her.

He presses into her slowly but firmly, stopping only when it can't possibly go any further, and the girl wails in pain. He pulls it out quickly, and just as fast, he shoves the baton into her arsehole, causing another squeal to escape from her throat.

Searching in the bag again, he pulls out two small vice grips. He straddles her torso, and he takes one breast, squeezing the nipple and making it harden, then fixing the grip around it and squeezing it closed, until the girl's face is scrunched up with the agony of it. He squeezes the grip even closer, and she strains against the material which ties her down, desperate to get away.

Leaning down, he takes her other breast, and he sucks on the nipple gently, giving it almost the opposite treatment to the first but soon, he places a clamp on that nipple too. Tears run down the girl's face, as the blinding pain in her nipples overwhelms her.

His cock is hard again now, and he moves down to kneel between her legs. Without ceremony, he forces himself into cunt, made tighter by the presence of the baton that he had shoved into her arse. As he thrusts into her, he sometimes squeezes her breasts and nipples; sometimes he scratches his fingers down her body, leaving red marks.

He moves one hand to her cunt ...finding her clit, and he begins to rub and twist it. To her shame, the girl's body responds to the stimulation, and she begins to breathe deeply ...her stuffed cunt getting wetter. Just as she is about to near orgasm, he reaches up, and he twists the grip that is holding her nipple, so that she is subjected to intense amounts of both pain and pleasure. Her cunt is clamped around his cock, and he begins slamming into her, turned on by the look of exquisite agony on her face, and by the tears rolling down it.

She doesn't know how long he continues to fuck her, but eventually he collapses on top of her, and she can feel his cum leaking from her cunt, along with her own juices.

He pulls out of her cunt ...and he removes the baton from her arse, leaving her feeling rather empty... he removes the vice grips quickly, making the girl scream, as the blood rushes back into her nipples.

He unties her, and then he hands her the shreds of her clothes, and he warns her not to even think of reporting this... otherwise, he continues, he has quite a few friends who'd just love to take advantage of a slut like her.

With that, he pushes her out of my house, and into the alley that runs behind it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.

Sally was taking a nap, so Barbara told Vince that she would invite one of the other couples to join them... as 'visitors' to the basement. Steve and Pat agreed to join them... Vince continues the story...

I was getting nervous about our visitors. Barbara had me dress in the short skirt, low cut blouse, crotchless pantyhose, and an underwired bra, with silicon breast enhancers that forced up my chest to give the impression of cleavage. Putting on the corset to give myself a more feminine shape had been an ordeal, and I had trouble breathing. I was heavily made up, with a new, auburn wig.

As we waited for them to arrive, she gave me a strong drink to "settle my nerves." Barbara wore her jeans and a shirt. When the door was knocked on, she went to answer it, and I tried to take a deep breath, as the couple entered the room.

She was a small, blond haired woman, with full breasts and wide hips. He was tall, large boned, and dark complexioned. They introduced themselves as Pat and Steve. Barbara asked if they would like a drink after they were seated, and while she made the drinks, I tried to overcome my nervousness, by having a conversation with them. My nervousness must have been apparent, because Steve asked:

"This is your first time isn't it?"

"Yes," I sighed.

"Well. I must say... you look very feminine and attractive." he told me, after taking a sip of the drink Barbara had brought.

"Thank you." I smiled at him.

After a couple of drinks and some small talk, Barbara suggested we adjourn to the bedrooms, which Pat and Steve readily agreed with. As we got up, I thought that I would be going into a bedroom with Pat.

I was shocked when Barbara and Pat went into the other bedroom together and closed the door. I numbly followed Steve into our bedroom.

Inside, Steve turned to me. He suddenly pulled me to him, and brought his lips onto mine. I struggled briefly, but his strong arms around me started a melting process inside me, and I found my arms up around his neck, and responding to the tongue that he'd suddenly shoved into my mouth.

His hand slipped down to my arse, and pressed me against his crotch to feel his huge hard-on against my belly. His other hand reached down to my crotch, and began to rub my cock through my skirt, as I moaned in response.

"You're a hot little bitch aren't you?" he murmured in my ear. "I've got the thing that hot little bitches want." He took my hand to his zipper, and I slowly slid it down.

Reaching inside, my fingers found his throbbing manhood, and I worked it out of his boxers, to pull it free in my hand. I was amazed at the size and feel of it, as he continued to hold and kiss me. This was the first time I'd ever held another man's sex organ. The large head was circumcised, and felt spongy with firm glans around it... and the shaft was rock hard and ready. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and he pushed me to my knees, where I found myself looking at the huge, purple head of his cock... with precum around the slit in the end.

A hand at the back of my head gently pushed me toward it, and I opened my mouth to welcome it inside. I felt elated that I hadn't hesitated, but truly wanted it in my mouth to submit and please him. I remembered my training, as I cradled the shaft on my lips, as my tongue explored the head and tasted his precum.

"Suck it! Suck it! Make me cum! Rub it with your tongue!" he whispered, as he slowly began to fuck my mouth. "That's it! That's it! Oh, you sweet cocksucker." I began to work both my hands on his shaft, as it moved in and out of my mouth, and I could feel his cock beginning to throb and pulse.

"I'm cumming!" he groaned, as a large glob of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by a host of others, so that it quickly filled my mouth.

"Swallow it, slut!" he told me, as he rigidly held my head, and I was forced to gulp it down or drown.

His monstrous cock finally stopped releasing its load of cum, and began to soften.

"Lick it clean darling!" he ordered.

I began to lick the head that I still held in my mouth. I decided that the taste and texture of his cum was not that much different than the taste of my own cum, which I liked. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and said:

"You did a good job. You make a wonderful cocksucker darling! Now lets get undressed and on the bed." As I stood up and began to remove my clothes, I realized that I was a true cocksucker now.

The taste and feel of his cum was in my mouth, and as I ran my tongue through the slimy coating, I knew that I would want more. We quickly removed our clothes and got on the bed, except I left my bra and crotchless panties on.

"Here," he told me, "Suck on my cock and get me hard again."

I moved my mouth to his soft cock. I began to manipulate it with my hands and tongue, and immediately felt it harden.

"You have a nice touch darling. Now get on your back and raise your knees." Lying back on the bed, he shoved a pillow under my arse, as I raised my knees to give him access to my "cunt."

"I love these crotchless panties." he said. "They let you in front or back."

He positioned himself, brought his cock head to my anus, and pushed it in. I was glad for the previous experiences I'd had with the big dildo and the butt plug, because he easily slid inside me as I relaxed to give him entry.

"Oooouuuu!" I moaned, as he claimed my body.

"Oh darling," he whispered, "It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!! Oh yes!!" I used my hands on his arse to pull him in deeper. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My cock was being rubbed against his stomach, as he began to fuck me in long thrusts, with his rock hard member.

"Ugh!! Ugh!! You have a nice snug pussy."

I thrust my hips against him, and felt his balls banging against me, as he continued his relentless assault of my arse. His mouth came down on mine, and my arms went around his neck to return his kiss. Our tongues entwined, as we moaned in the throes of our approaching orgasm. I didn't notice the door to the bedroom open, as the two women, fresh from their own love making, entered and sat in chairs by the bed to watch us. Suddenly, Steve began to gasp.

"I'm cumming! You slut! I'm cumming!" I felt his cock, deep in my arse begin to throb, as he emptied his seed in my bowels.

"Oohhh... that was good darling." he murmured to me, as he slowly withdrew his cock from my arse, and went into the bathroom to clean up...

I opened my eyes, and I saw Barbara smiling at me... with her fingers in her pussy, masturbating herself.

"How's my sweetie doing?" she asked.

"I see that you were enjoying yourself. Pat and I had such a good time. It was my first time with a woman... and she's such a good teacher. It's too bad they have to go now, as I would have enjoyed spending the night together, but we're going to get together with them this weekend for more fun."

Her face was covered in cunt juice. I smelt the musky odour of woman, as she bent forward to kiss me.

"I love you!" she told me.

I felt totally satiated and complete in my femininity, as I gently returned her kiss with my cum covered lips. Later, after Steve and Pat had gone, she let me remove the cock ring, and she fucked me until I came in a flood of cum, and she straddled my face with her hips. She had me lick and suck my cum out of her cunt.

"That's your reward for doing such a good job tonight sweetie."

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.

Meanwhile, Simon had lost a bet to Tina... and she wanted him to honour his debt!

"You lost the bet and now you've got to do whaaaaateeeeever I want!"

"You made a bet and lost. You said if you won I had to be your 'stunningly sultry, servile sex slave,' and if I won that I could choose a task for you. And you lost!"

"Stand up," she commanded me.

I obeyed with haste.

"Start taking your clothes off, loser. And turn around and face the wall as you do. Oh, yeah, keep your eyes shut, too. That is if you know what's good for you!"

I pulled off my shoes and turned around, debating whether to peek at what Tina was doing or not. I decided to continue removing my clothes. No sense in tempting fate. Or Tina. As I was taking off my shirt, I heard her open the closet door. The screech of metal on metal assaulted my ears, wire hangers scraping across a steel rod. She finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and started to rummage in the dresser drawers. I was getting nervous, but I finished undressing anyways. I stood quietly waiting a few moments as she continued looking in a drawer, muttering to her self.

"Finished?" she inquired sweetly.

I said yes and started to face her. A sharp smack on my bare arse cheek stopped me mid-turn.

"I did not tell you to turn around. And keep your eyes closed, arsehole."

Another smack, harder this time, accompanied her remark. Not wanting to be swatted again, I did as Tina told me.

"Very good!'" she praised, "Now turn around, keeping your eyes shut." Meekly, I turned.

"Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist." As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight of them pulling it down a little.

"Ok, open your eyes," I was told.

I looked at what she had hung on my hand. It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim button-front crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was white, too.

My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time my heart leapt to my throat. She stood in front of me, arms crossed and legs wide, an expectant look on her face.

"Put them on." I hesitated and tried to say anything that would change her mind.

"I mean it," she said. "Here I'll help you."

Tina took the things from my hand and laid them on the bed save the bodysuit. She adjusted the shoulder straps, making them larger and motioned for me to step into it. I shook my head nervously.

Her green eyes darkened and her jaw tightened. I swallowed and stepped into the offending attire, Tina pulling it up around me as I did. Slowly she slid the straps over my shoulders and tightened them a little.

I had seen this very same under garment on Tina many times and always thought it was a very sexy thing for her to wear. I even told her so on numerous occasions, that usually culminating in a good lay. But now I didn't know what to think, as Tina's gaze travelled down my femininely clad body to my crotch.

She reached down and carefully slid my cock and balls from the confines of the lacy garment so that they were hanging loose. She pulled the lower half of the bodysuit up a hitch. This caused the thong to ride up my arse crack and I told her this.

A smug look appeared on her face and her eyebrows arched. She thought for a second as she appraised me again.

"Hmmmm," my tormentor murmured, as she placed some padding in the bra cups and adjusted them. "That gives me an idea. But later, now I want you to get used to this."

She lightly tapped my cockhead from side to side as she said this, watching as my member came to a semi-erection.

I took a moment to glance in the wall mirror and noticed the bodysuit had nipped an inch or so from my waist and stomach. That, along with the padded bra, gave the illusion of at least B or C breasts. Tina noticed me looking and answered my unasked question.

"It's a body briefer with a padded bra, dear," she told me, "To make a girls figure more girlish."

"B-but I... I'm not a girl," I stuttered out.

"Remember how you said I was going to be your sex-kitten, and do whatever... even wear whatever you desired? Cater to your every whim?" Tina asked.

I gulped and nodded, seeing where this line of questioning was leading.

"Well," She continued, "I thought I would let you feel how it would be. You are now my slave... all this holiday weekend. Wait. Your vacation starts Monday, too. I guess you'll be my little slave girl for the whole party." I nearly swooned at the idea.

How did I get myself into this? All I wanted to do was have Tina sexually satisfy me all weekend as my sex-slave.

"Let's think of a name for you while we finish getting you dressed, shall we?"

Tina had me put my arms up, as she pulled the cotton blouse over my head and primped the ruffles to fluff out. I put the denim skirt on. She fussed with a few details then stood back to look at me.

"You look like a proper girl, honey," she said, "All except that little tent in your nice skirt. But I know how to take care of that."

"I think I'll call you Simona," she whispered as she started to suck me off. "Simona, this is just the beginning of a great two weeks!"

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.

Cathy had decided to get a couple of hours of rest, so Reg had befriended Ollie, and between them, they'd decided to play some pranks on Eric! Reg lured Eric into the garden, where Ollie soaked him with the hosepipe. Eric explains what happened next...

I stripped in the garage, not wanting to stay outside with my clothes dripping wet, and I stood there shivering and naked.

"Hurry up, would you? I'm freezing out here!"

"Here you go," Ollie said with a smile.

"What's this?" I asked with a dumbfounded look on my face.

What he'd handed me was like a silk kimono that would only come down to mid-thigh.

"That's the only robe I've got that will fit you. I'm sure you'll look cute in it." With that smile on his face, I heard Reg start laughing in the background.

"Ya'll aren't funny. Get me some real clothes."

"Dude, the only stuff I've got that will fit you is some leftover stuff from the last girl I was dating. Can I help it that you're short?" Reg decided to add his two cents saying:

"Hey Ollie, why don't you just order Eric to wear that stuff? After all, he lost the bet we had, and he has to do what you say for the rest of the night."

"That's right," Ollie said, as he looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eye. "For tonight, you're mine." I felt a sense of dread at what was coming next.

"Put this on, and then go and take a shower. There's a bottle of nice smelling soap that my girl used to use. Wash with that, because tonight, you get to be the girl. How much of a girl you are depends on you. I'll leave some stuff for you to wear in the bedroom." And just like that, an innocent bet took me towards a night that I would never forget.

After I'd showered, I went into the bedroom, and I found three different outfits numbered and laid out for me to wear.

The first included a baby blue teddy, matching thigh-hi stockings, a darker blue mini-dress, and some matching three inch heels. The second was the classic schoolgirl outfit with a red pleated skirt, white thigh-high stockings, Mary Jane heels, and pink cotton knickers and a pink camisole to wear under the white blouse. The third outfit had sex written all over it. It was a black corset with a black g-string, black thigh-high stockings and black five inch pumps with an ankle strap.

I assumed by the numbers that I was supposed to put them on in the assigned order for Ollie and Reg's amusement. As I slid into the first outfit, the teddy fit snugly and the stockings felt smooth. The dress hugged my figure and the shoes made my legs look toned and touchable. It took me a minute to adjust to walking in them because it felt like they forced me to tilt forward a little bit.

"Are you coming out Eric?" Ollie yelled. "I figure this is a show we've got to see."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I said as I stepped out the room.

Then... a flash, and another and another.

"For our memoirs." Reg laughed.

"Oh yeah. I love this." Ollie added. "Hey Eric, why don't you get us some drinks, and make us some sandwiches, while we finish off this game? I'm feeling so good that if I win, I just might have Reg join you... then I'll have two girls for the night!"

"That's what you think Ollie," Reg said. "If that's how you want to play it, then I guess I'll just have to whip that arse, take all your money, and then figure out how to take my own revenge." Reg laughed, and so did Ollie.

I grumbled and groused as I went through the kitchen, fetching beers and making sandwiches. Finally done, I took the sandwiches out to the guys who were going back and forth with the game. I pulled up a stool and sat down.

"Cross your legs Eric. I don't want Reg getting any ideas."

"You wouldn't go there anyway. I mean this is all fine, but there's got to be a line somewhere." I said.

"Oh really?" Ollie got that gleam in his eye. "Come here."

"No."

"Come here."

"No."

"Reg, I think Eric needs a little lesson in obedience. Care to lend a hand?"

"Oh absolutely. We can finish up this hand later." They rushed me from the table.

"Get your hands off me! You guys are taking this way too far. Let me go!" I yelled, as I squirmed and tried to fight them off.

They threw me across the table and held my hands behind my back.

"Reg, get me the duct tape."

"Right here playa. First, let me have a piece to quieten her down."

"Wait. Stop. I'll be good."

I tried to plead with them. But to no avail. Reg placed the duct tape over my mouth, and for the first time, I got a real appreciation of how effective a gag it could be. Then Ollie took the tape and tied my wrists together behind my back.

"Reg, since she made such a mess, would you be so kind as to go and get the schoolgirl outfit so we can change her?"

"My pleasure Ollie."

A few minutes later, I found myself tied to the shower curtain pole with my legs spread by a bar. I was naked, as the guys had seen fit to strip me in preparation for the next part of the night. One by one, they slid the next garments on me.

First the white thigh-high stockings. Then, the black Mary Jane shoes. They took my arms down to get the camisole and blouse on. Finally they slid the skirt up my legs.

"Leave the panties off Reg. We're going to have a little fun here."

Ollie started to fondle my dick. Caressing it till it grew hard in his hand.

"Guys, really, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Taking advantage of the bet Eric. You know that. Now be quiet." And with that, Reg grabbed a ball gag from out of nowhere, forced in my mouth and silenced me yet again.

As Ollie held onto my hardening dick, he produced some kind of ribbed butt plug that was attached to some kind of cage for my dick. Quickly, he put the cage on my dick, and explained:

"This will keep you hard, but it won't let you cum."

He lubed the plug and forced it into my arse. I grimaced with pain, and then my eyes grew wide as he turned it on. I didn't know it was a vibrator, until that moment, when I felt the sensations from the back to the front.

"There, that ought to be fun for awhile."

My body started to twist to get away from the sensations that were running through it, but there was nowhere to go.

"Reg, untie her feet from the bar, then tie them back together. Knees too."

After Reg did that, he undid my hands from the shower rod and tied them together behind my back. As they carried me back to the living room, they laid me down on my stomach on the couch.

My dick was stuck beneath me, hard and caught between my skirt, my stomach, and the couch.

Reg took hold of my ankles, and he brought them towards my hands, as he hogtied me. I grunted and moaned, as the sensations from my arse made me shift and struggle. Only, it didn't make things any better, because the rubbing was stimulating my dick.

"Watch her Reg. I think she's enjoying this."

"Oh I'm sure she is. But she's just not getting any relief is she."

"Not right now she's not. I bet she wishes she could cum though." Ollie laughed.

I did... I was so uncomfortable and feeling victimized, yet I was still stimulated. I didn't have any control and couldn't get any release. Finally, after about twenty minutes, Ollie came over and released the cage on my dick and I spurted cum all over my stomach, skirt and his couch. I grunted with relief as my dick softened, even as the sensations continued in my arse. I panted with exhaustion at the surprising exertion I'd experienced when Reg came and freed me from the hogtie position. I remained bound though as they flipped me over onto my stomach, then sat me up.

"She really is kind of cute, isn't she Ollie?"

"Yeah, we should show her how to really appreciate men though. I mean, now that she's gotten hers, we should get ours."

"True, true. I always hate how girls say we never worry about whether or not they cum. Here's one that ought to be satisfied."

I was nervous about what was to happen next because I knew it could really only be two things... either they were going to make me give them blow jobs or they were going to fuck me. How little did I know?

"Flip her over the couch."

With that, they had me standing behind the couch, bent over with my hands tied behind me and my legs tied together. Ollie removed the ball gag from my mouth, and said:

"A little something for you to gather your strength."

Next thing I knew, he had inserted his penis into my mouth and I felt it growing until it filled up my entire mouth and I thought I would gag. Slowly, he began to move back and forth, fucking my face slowly.

"Go ahead Reg. Have at it."

Reg, standing behind me, began to force his dick into my arse. It was bigger than the vibrator and longer and because my legs were together, he had to force himself harder.

My groans were lost in Ollie's pubes, as Reg got himself situated into my arse.

"Shit Ollie. You ought to be riding back here. It's nice and tight and it feels just right."

Reg laughed, as he continued his ride. Ollie smiled back at him, as he said:

"Don't worry. I'll get my turn riding soon. Right now, I'm just enjoying her nice, warm mouth. I guarantee you won't be disappointed when it's your turn up front." And with that, they continued their respective pumping, getting their push-pull rhythm in sync, until I started to get lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"Reg, I'm about to cum... are you almost there?"

"Yeah Ollie. Ready when you are."

"Okay then... one... two... three... Awww, shit that feels good."

Ollie spurted down my throat. Stream after stream, jet after jet. It started to overwhelm me, and as I struggled not to choke, it started to seep out the corners of my mouth. At the same time, I felt Reg cumming in my arse. I felt the warmth deep inside, filling me, making my insides wet and seeping down my legs. Then, by surprise, I felt my own orgasm spewing, as my cock rubbed against the top of the sofa, caught between my skirt and the cushions.

"MMMPPPHHHH!!!" was all that they heard.

"Ollie, I think Eric came too. Was that what that was? Did you like your ride Eric?"

As Ollie pulled out of my mouth, I begged them:

"No more, please no more. You guys can't keep doing this to me."

"Oh, but I think we can Eric," said Ollie. "After all, the night's not over, and I've still got big plans for you."

Reg smiled at Ollie's insinuation, and I couldn't help but wonder what else they had in store for me.

"Quick Reg. Grab the vibrator and shove it up her arse. We don't want her to lose all her lubrication. She's going to need it."

"What's the plan?"

"First, change her into outfit number three. Then take her to the playroom in the basement."

"What playroom?" I asked. "I didn't even know you had anything down there besides storage."

"My bad Ollie. Here's the vibrator and the gag. I don't want to hear her mouth, but I do want to hear her moans and squeals once we get her into your playroom." Reg was just a bit too excited about the room, and I started to get scared.

They dragged me back into the bedroom, and stripped off the blouse and skirt. They gripped each arm in a wrestler's hold, while they removed the camisole. They switched the Mary Jane shoes with the heels with the ankle straps, and the panties, they simply tore off.

"Let her keep on the white stockings. It will be a nice contrast to the black outfit. A little trashy, you think?"

"Oh yeah," said Reg. "That will work just fine. As a matter of fact, I think I remember seeing a black and white corset that might tie the whole look together. What do you say Ollie?"

"Find it and let's do it." A moment later, Reg came back in the room with the corset he had found.

As Ollie held my arms behind me, and my legs stayed bound, Reg slipped the corset around me, and then he began lacing it up.

"Do it tight Reg. I want to see her sexy little hourglass figure."

Finally, tight enough that I felt I could barely breathe, I stood wobbly and bound, but Ollie wasn't finished.

"For this next part, I've got a couple more surprises Eric." And with that, he taped my wrists together, and then wrapped them in a sheath that covered my hands and my arms up to my elbows, pulling my arms back... and forcing my chest out.

"There we go. Reg, if you'll be so kind as to get the door, I'd be happy to carry Eric down to the playroom." And with a smile, he tossed me over his shoulder, moving the vibrator in my arse as he followed Reg down the stairs.

"Are you ready Eric?" Ollie asked.

I tried to squeal out a "No" and begged for them to stop, but the only thing that came out were squeals and grunts. Ollie set me down in a special kind of chair. I knew it was special because my sheathed arms, while under me, were not uncomfortable. I wondered what he was going to do, when he suddenly pulled a strap around my waist, effectively fastening me to the chair. After securing my torso to the chair, Ollie began to untie my legs. As he did, Reg came over and moved one leg into a stirrup, while Ollie did the other. Then they fastened my legs to the stirrups, immobilizing me. Ollie took out the gag...

"Ollie, Reg, what are you guys doing to me? I mean, you've already had plenty of fun. Please just let me go. I think this is taking the bet a little far." I pleaded with them.

"Shh. Eric, it's okay. Actually, you can make all the noise you want down here. The room is soundproof. As for now, now we trade. One more round of `fun in Eric', then we'll let you rest for the night. Reg, you take the front and I'll take the back."

All of a sudden, the bed tilted flat, and the part supporting my head disappeared. I found myself looking at Reg, upside down. I felt Ollie spreading the stirrups, and pushing them back, so that my arsehole was pointed just right... before he plunged in.

"AHHHH," I managed to get out, as Ollie plunged in, before Reg forced his cock into my open mouth.

And they started again, fucking me from both sides. I could have sworn I heard them hi-five each other, but I couldn't see anything but Reg's legs.

Harder and harder they pushed. Faster and faster they went.

Time was immeasurable, and I knew they'd take longer this time around, since they'd already cum once. Still, I could feel them tightening up as they started to cum.

On and on, until finally they both let out large grunts, repeated again and again, as they pounded harder and harder, eking out every drop into my throat and arse.

Finally, they were through. I gulped in air and felt woozy.

"Please, just let me up. I promise I won't say anything to anybody."

"You're damn right you won't. If you do, you have no idea what will happen to you. We tried to make this enjoyable for you, but you just won't stop begging like a bitch."

Ollie was obviously getting tired of my pleas for help.

"You know, I was going to let you up, but instead, I think I'll just leave you here with my special friend... the machine."

"Ollie, I didn't even know you had one of those. I always wanted to see one."

"Well, gag Eric while I set it up." And the ball gag came back.

I felt some pressure on my arse... again. I looked up, and Reg snapped the head rest back into place. He said:

"Since you're going to be here for awhile, you might as well be comfortable."

Ollie shoved the dildo attached to what looked like a large drill into my arse.

"Eric, this is 'the machine.' I'm going to turn it on and set it for thirty minute increments. That means, it will fuck you for thirty minutes, and then shut off for a random period of time. At least for the first three cycles. After that, it's all random. Oh, and one other thing. Actually two."

"First, over the course of the night, you'll find that the dildo changes size at random. It's inflatable. It won't get much smaller than it is now. Stop shaking your head. Right now it's my size and I KNOW how much you enjoyed riding me. But it will get larger. The second thing is that it's hooked up to an ejaculation mechanism. That is, the machine will cum. It's kind of a mix of cream and water. That will help keep you clean and lubricated. I imagine that by the time we come down in the morning, you'll really have to go to the bathroom, but there shouldn't be too much of a mess. Are you ready?"

I was furiously shaking my head no as tears ran down my eyes which were pleading for them not to do this to me. They switched the machine on and I squealed like a girl. I grunted as the machine pumped into me. They watched for a few minutes, until I passed out. I remember waking up periodically through the night to the pumping, but also to periods of calm before the whole process began again. I couldn't understand what had happened but I knew I wanted things to end. But when would it?

"You are always welcome in my home, and you're always welcome to come to the card games. Now pay close attention to this, because here's where your future really rests in your hands. We, okay, I did this to you once. I enjoyed it. I'm not gay, but I did like fucking you. Hell, so did Reg. After we left you last night, we agreed that this was not going to be the last time. Get that panicked look off your face. We're not going to come kidnap you out of your house... unless you want us to, that is. But know that whenever you come over here, you're going to have to earn your right to be a man. Anytime you're over here, there will be betting, and you're the prize. The bets will vary, the games will change. Sometimes, you might even get off scot-free. But for the most part, once you walk in that door, one of our goals, one of my goals, is to treat you like a woman. You can fight it, or you can give in. Personally, I'd prefer that you fight it. It's more fun that way. But last night, initially after you lost the bet, you responded with dignity... like a man. And that was cool. You just didn't know what to expect. I didn't either... until things start going the way that they did.

Now that I know what's possible, I have no intentions of stopping. So, the question is... are you man enough to come back to this house knowing what's in store?"

I sat there looking at Ollie like he was crazy. I mean, did he seriously think that after everything he and Reg put me through the night before, I'd willingly come back over and risk the same treatment?

"Let me up Ollie. I'm going home."

"Okay, that's fine. You can think about what I've said."

He undid the straps holding me to the chair, and then released my arms from their bondage. I spent a few moments massaging the life back into them, totally forgetting that I was standing in a bustier, stockings, and heels.

"Where are my clothes Ollie?"

"They're upstairs in the bedroom. You can take the outfits with you if you want."

Then he snickered a little bit. I started to feel a runny feeling down the insides of my legs. As I looked down, I saw the remains of the lubricant and machine ejaculate running down my legs.

"Eric, I hate to say this, but you may need a tampon, or probably a butt plug to not make a mess while you're heading home."

Then he laughed. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or pissed off.

"Check the bathroom next to the guest bedroom. Feel free to use whatever you find in there."

He continued to laugh as he left me there to clean up. I tottered my way to the guest bathroom on cramped and unsteady legs feeling violated and raw. As I rummaged through the cabinets in the bathroom, I found some old tampons.

"Will this humiliation never end?"

I thought to myself as I sat on the toilet to try and insert it. Apparently, the answer was no, because the tampon fell right into the toilet.

My arse was too stretched to keep it in. I gathered myself together, as I dug around in the drawers, until I found a butt plug that didn't look too intimidating. As I lubed it up and sat on the toilet, I continued to think about what had happened.

The butt plug slid right in. It felt a little loose, but as I stood and clenched my cheeks together, the plug stayed in place. I figured that as soon as I had my underwear on, it would be more secure.

"I still can't believe those guys r*ped me. Of course, I'm not going to the cops because I don't want to explain all this. I don't care that it wasn't entirely my fault. I'm not doing it. But I'm damn sure not coming back here," I thought to myself.

I hustled into the bedroom to take off the lingerie and get the hell out of there. The bustier went first. As I unfastened it, I took a deep breath and felt the oxygen flooding my veins as the air filled my lungs. I felt relieved. Next came the heels. As I sat down, I was still keenly aware of the plug in my rear.

"Just ignore it. You've got to do what you've got to do." I lifted my leg up to undo the ankle strap and saw a flash.

"For my scrapbook," laughed Ollie. "You look sexy." Then he walked away down the hall.

"Sonovabitch," I grumbled, sliding off first one heel, then the other.

I flexed my toes and calves and felt muscles I didn't know I had. Lastly, I started sliding off the stockings. Of course I noticed the silky feelings on my legs, but that was secondary to coolness of the air on my naked skin. I couldn't help but notice the different texture of my clothes. Any person who has ever tried on women's clothes and then men's clothes would note the difference. But that didn't matter. I was going home to try and forget that the night had ever happened. After I finished getting dressed, I made sure to leave all the lingerie and outfits right there on the bed. I didn't want Ollie getting any ideas and thinking that I might have enjoyed it. As I headed for the front door, Ollie called out to me from the living room:

"See you next time Eric."

"Not on your life Ollie. It's been nice knowing you." And I walked out, head held high, but with a slight switch in my hips. "Damn butt plug," I thought to myself.

As I (gingerly) sat in my car to drive home, I was still trying to come to grips with all that had happened.

"Man, I just need to go home, take a shower, have a nap, and then go to the movies or the coffee shop or something. I just need to feel clean and free."

I drove home and did exactly that. I stripped off everything as I walked through my door, not stopping until I got into my bathroom where I finally dropped both my shorts and the butt plug. The shower felt good as the water caressed my body. After I finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to have a drink while I dried off and watched TV. I don't even remember what came on. I know I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and set my beer on the coffee table, and then I passed out. I was more exhausted than I thought, because when I woke up, it was the middle of the afternoon.

"That's it," I thought. "I guess I'll have to find some other guys to hang out with because there's no way I'm going back to Ollie's place. I mean, since I know what he has in store for me, why would I?" And since there was no good reason to do so, I resolved not to.

That was two days ago.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.

Marie had gone off with a few of her friends, and for some inexplicable reason, I decided to explore our hostess' bedroom... The sexual energy from this party had made me feel particularly kinky, and as I began to rummage through Helen's underwear draw... I found myself wondering if I'd get turned on, were I to actually feel the material that these sexy items were made from, on the skin of my own body!

I had never considered dressing up in women's clothing, but before I knew what I was doing, I had stripped off the clothes that I was wearing, and was deciding which garments I wanted to try on!

I found a pair of boy-short panties that fit me well. The elastic material squeezed my arse. It felt like a friendly pair of hands, yet it left enough room up front to conceal my cock.

I slid them on, and then put on a black garter belt and thigh high stockings. Helen had a beautiful assortment of matching bras, but I decided to do something different.

I flicked on the walk-in closet light and found a red dress with a plunging neckline. Helen had worn it to a party a few weeks earlier and had looked fabulous.

I slid the dress over my head.

It was perfect.

The fabric clung tight to my tits and pooled out at the bottom like a cheerleader's skirt. It was just short enough to show where the garter belt straps clung to the stocking tops. But the best part of the dress was the material. It was thin, which allowed me to play with my nipples through the fabric. Thick bras and dresses block the titties from the fingers, and what fun is that?

I was feeling so sexy; I decided to go for the whole crossdressing experience. Helen had a tray of make-up under the bathroom sink. I found a tube of "lusty red" lipstick, black eyeliner and grey eye shadow. With each brush of make-up, I felt more like a woman. My prick swelled beneath my knickers.

Hardly anything is more erotic than leaning into the bathroom mirror while wearing your hostess' clothes and tracing your eyelids with her eyeliner. The transformation was almost complete. All I needed was a pair of high heels. I sprayed myself with some perfume and picked out a pair of red stiletto pumps. I had to force my feet into them, but I made them fit. Walking in them wasn't easy. I almost broke my ankle on my way out of the closet. But once I got the hang of it, I felt like a princess. A very horny princess.

My chest and arse stuck out. This all felt so perfect. I admired myself in the mirror mounted next to my hostess' bed. The longer I looked at myself, the less I felt like a princess, and the more I wanted to be a stripper. I tried a few moves I once saw in a strip club.

As I ran my hand up my leg and licked my lips, I found that playing stripper wasn't enough. I wanted to be an all-out, do-anything porn star. I crawled seductively on the bed and kneeled in the doggy-style position. My tits hung down and squeezed together, forming a small but definite cleavage.

"Yeah, baby," I heard myself saying, "Fuck that arse. Cum on my face. Make me drink your cum."

Then came the flash... a bright, white light. I thought I was passing out. Was it possible, I wondered, to get so horny your brain short-circuits and puts you down? But then I heard one pair of hands clapping. As I blinked away the spots, I could make out the silhouette of a woman standing in the frame of the bedroom door. The image slowly became clear. It was my Marie's best friend, Cathy. She had a digital camera tucked under one arm.

"Excellent performance," she said. "Really."

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at college?"

"Christmas break starts today," she said.

"Oh," I said sheepishly.

I sat on the edge of the bed and hung my head. I was busted, and there was nothing I could do about it. Cathy would surely tell Marie about this. At a minimum, I'd be kicked out of her house.

"So," Cathy said, "what are we going to do about this?"

"I don't know," I said. "Whatever you want." What else could I say?

"Good," Cathy said. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Because everybody is going to see the picture I just took... and I mean everybody... unless you do exactly what I say." I was pretty sure she was toying with me, so I offered her a dejected:

"Oh yeah? What you want?" Cathy stepped closer. She was looming over me like a schoolyard bully.

"I want you," she said, "to be my lesbian bitch for the rest of the party. Starting now." I looked up at her.

She had a stone serious expression on her face. Just to punctuate her offer, Cathy pulled off her sweatshirt and her jeans. She had on a black bra and panties. Her hair, cut into a pageboy, hung to her shoulders. Simply put, she was as stunning as my partner. Cathy pushed me onto my back. She straddled my hips and leaned down, planting her red lips onto mine. The smell of spearmint gum and cheap perfume filled my nostrils as her soft, wet tongue probed deep into my mouth.

I playfully licked back. But just as suddenly as she started, Cathy pulled back. She shot a hard look into my eyes.

"Let's get one thing straight," she said.

"Sure," I said.

"I'm the butch," she said. "You're the bitch."

Cathy slapped me across the face. It wasn't going to leave a mark, but it was enough to sting.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

Cathy leapt up. My eyes traced her legs from her slender ankles to the gentle bend in her knees to her soft, white hips. Her pussy lips folded her lacy knickers into a neat camel toe... but not for long.

Cathy stepped aside and slid off her undies. Her pussy was already glistening. She had her pubes cut into a neat Mohawk. In the time it takes to blink, she fell to her knees, positioning her wet cunt above my face.

"Lick my pussy, bitch," she said.

Her pelvis pressed into my face. I thought for a second I would suffocate, but my brain grabbed hold of some primal instinct to remain conscious without oxygen. My tongue slid deep inside her. Cathy tasted salty and smelled musty. She writhed uncontrollably as I tongue-fucked her. When I moved out of her hole and onto her clit, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Hard.

"Suck it," she grunted breathlessly, "you fucking whore."

I had to wonder if the maid downstairs heard that one. But there isn't much time to think about such things when your hose-beast of a stepsister is rubbing her holiest of holes against your face while you lie on your hostess' bed.

Pussy juice was pouring out of her as if someone had switched on a fire hose and couldn't turn it off. But I wouldn't stop, even when she started shaking like a heroin junkie, begging for a hit. Then she popped. Cathy threw back her head and unleashed an inhuman moan.

Her pussy juice poured down my face. No exaggeration: the bitch almost tore the hair out of my head. When she settled down, Cathy eased herself off my face.

"OK, bitch," she said breathlessly. "Now that I'm satisfied, I'm going to pimp you out. Off with your panties. Then get on your hands and knees, like a dog."

Cathy watched me unsnap the garter with a disgusted grimace painted on her face. She shook her head.

"You silly fucking faggot," she said. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

In the doggy-style position, I was face-to-face with myself in the mirror. My tits formed their small cleavage. I watched as Cathy pushed up my skirt and she spread my arse cheeks. She seemed to be studying my arsehole, regarding it with a mix of curiosity and lust. Without warning, she slid her tongue directly across it. Cathy worked my backside like she'd been practicing, slobbering and sucking from my balls to the top of my arse crack. My cock has never been harder.

"OK, it's time," she said. "Don't move."

Cathy disappeared into Helen's closet. I heard some shuffling. When she emerged, Cathy had a gold dildo and a tube of KY Jelly.

"This is my friend's fuck-stick," she said. "I found it while looking for drug money one day. It's been in my pussy, and it's been in Helen's pussy. Now it's going into your mouth."

Cathy held the dildo up to her pubes, as if it were her own cock. I wrapped my lips around the blunt tip and let her slide it into my mouth.

She face fucked me with her plastic cock for a while, and then slid around on her knees to my back side. I watched in the mirror as Cathy squeezed a dollop of KY onto her finger.

She was surprisingly gentle in the way she lubed up my hole. Her finger gently massaged the outer rim before slowly working its way inside. Cathy went deeper, one knuckle at a time. She would pump me a few times before going to the next knuckle. I thought her long, red fingernail would scratch me, but it never did. When her finger was all the way up my arse, she really started working me. It was like a piston in a car cylinder.

From then on, there were only two ways she would do me: faster and harder. My sphincter was stimulated. My doo-doo walls were primed.

"It's time," Cathy said, "for you to become a woman."

She twisted the bottom of the gold dildo. It buzzed to life. Cathy was done treating me like a girl. She thrust the whole vibrating love toy up my arse at once. I heard myself unleash an animalistic, "Uh!" as powerful shockwaves rippled through my body. Everything fell away except, Cathy, the dildo and me. She wanted to hurt me, scar me so badly I'd never forget.

"You stupid, little whore," Cathy said in the cool voice of a mistress. "You're mine now."

But the harder she fucked me, the more I wanted it. My cock could barely take anymore. I was about to cum, and Cathy hadn't even touched it. Somehow, she must've sensed how close I was. She leaned in close to my ear as she pumped my arse.

"You want to cum, you little whore?" she whispered.

I groaned in affirmation.

"Then you cum where I tell you," she said.

Cathy shoved the dildo deep inside me then reached behind her back to unhook her bra. An amazing set of tits came bouncing out.

"You cum on these!" she said.

Cathy laid on her back, offering herself to me. As I straddled her waist, I could feel the vibrator humming inside me and her pubic hairs caress my arse cheeks. I shot my jizz with unbridled fury. It poured out of me. Cum splattered all over Cathy's tanned skin. On her tits. On her chin. One shot even hit her lips.

As jizz spat out the front, my sphincter pushed the dildo out the back. Nothing could've prepared me for such a rush. I thought I was going to faint. When my gonads were emptied, Cathy shot me a chilling hate stare.

"You've got a mess," she said. "Lick it up!"

I started with the cum on her lips. I made sure not to miss a single drop. The jizz tasted salty. She refused kiss back, as my tongue swept across her lips. She just laid there and let me do it. I licked the cum off her neck and moved to the tits. First the rounded edges, then the cleavage. I finished by cleaning up her nipples. Then Cathy did the strangest thing. She stood up and got dressed. Without saying a word, she left the room, taking her camera with her. We never said another word about it.

CHAPTER THIRTY.