6 comments/ 121634 views/ 30 favorites All Right I'll Do It By: LaurenWestley (Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order written and there are some things I've done that haven't made it into any of my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem never fades for me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to all my readers.) Lauren Westley. * "Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?" It was spring of 1970 and I had just turned eighteen a week earlier. My last year at Reidel High, located in a small northwestern town Nowhere USA with a Population of 2,700 and far away from the anywhere else Reidel had a national forest and farmland surrounding it. The high school had one hundred attendants with a graduating class of nine girls and sixteen boys. Most of the seniors had turned eighteen in the spring, which meant most of us had been conceived in late summer. Unlike the other young men in my class I was small. Where the other boys ranged from skinny tall to immensely large I was barely 5'6" and weighed 125 pounds. So, as you can guess, I was often bullied during my school years. My Dad was the local pastor and an emasculated husband. My mother was a unhappy since she had thought she deserved more. This fateful day, when I uttered those words, my parents were away with my fourteen-year-old sister. They were three hundred miles away. It was spring break and they had gone to a parish run by an old friend of Dad's. They left me alone since they knew I wouldn't do anything wrong and could take care of myself. But also because his friend had only one child, also a fourteen-year-old girl and the house three bedrooms like our home. So there really wasn't any room for me and I was more then happy to spend the week at home alone. Our modest ranch house was on the out skirt of town where the small church was located as well. Dad had built the house away from the church along a winding dirt road. The national forest abutted the rear of the house. Trees surrounded the land between the house and the church. If you didn't know a house was back there you may not ever find it. The only visible entrance to the winding dirt road was at the very back of the parishioner parking lot. An opening in the fenced area was the entrance to the small dirt road surrounded by brambles and rutted from rainfall. Dad wasn't much of an outdoorsman. The landscape company kept the church grounds cleared t but it all ended at that opening in the fence. It was Friday afternoon, still very chilly, but because we lived near the next time zone to the west and being mid-spring daylight would filter through the sky until early evening. And with spring had come the new green leaves on the brambles. If you saw Dad's car you'd have seen the scratches on his old rundown Pacer from the branches along the road. It seemed his car was the only way he pruned the brambles. Mom often mumbled about the junk house, the junk car and her miserable life. Even though we were almost living in the middle of nowhere we did have a television, a hi-fi, a Bell and Howell projection and of course a phone. We only got two channels on our TV and even those were flickering distorted images no matter how you adjusted the rabbit ears (antenna). Dad's idea of entertainment was reading passages from the bible. Mom's idea was reading romance novels and muttering under her breath. But despite Dad's strict demands he had allowed me one small vice. This was the time of hippies. The Beatles. Long hair. And being rebellious I had grown my blond hair to shoulder length. The late afternoon sun glistened over the pink walls of my sister's room. Curiosity had led me into her room and she being the same size as me I had found her cheerleading outfit and decided to put it on. Seemed mysterious erotic and I hadn't even considered it abnormal except for the hesitation in my breath as I took off my clothes and slid her outfit on. I can't explain why but I was standing in front of her full length mirror looking at myself in her uniform with my briefs underneath rubbing an erection when the flash went off and I turned to see Robert and John standing in the doorway laughing. Mortified I turned and was about to say, "Get out of here," but the words didn't come out. Instead I heard, "Tim you make a great looking girl." Less then an hour later they had gotten me to swap my briefs for a pair of Mary's panties. They also had me apply pink stick-on nails they had found in her vanity drawer. Paint my lips with matching lipstick. And then John had sprayed Mary's perfume all over me. He had applied to much and there was a sickly sweet girly girl smell like a forced field surrounding me. John had also found a hair band with a big pink bow attached to it and had me pull my hair back into a ponytail. Now I was in the living room with them. Standing there both ashamed and worried. "Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?" This was my reply to their demand I be their little girl slut for the afternoon. If I did what they said they'd give me the Polaroids. But if I didn't they'd pass them around at school and of course my Mom and Dad would find out. My sister would also. All the girls....everyone. The shame would never end. Robert and John promised but said they would be taking more pictures that afternoon just so I would keep my end of the bargain. So here I am in Mary's crimson and gold cheerleading outfit having to do anything they wanted me to for the next two hours. "Twirl around Tim," John chided. And twirl I did. The short skirt fanned out showing a hint of the pair of white satin panties John had picked out for me since they were a little wide then the crotch of the cheerleading skirt. Flash another Polaroid. "Hey Tim, do you have some beer?" John asked with his eyes burning through my clothes. "Yeah, bring us a couple of beers," Robert chimed in. Begrudgingly I went off to the kitchen to get them a couple of beers. I had bought two twelve packs of Bud for myself earlier in the day. A week supply and now here I was walking to the kitchen to get them for someone else. When I returned I had my pink painted fingernails wrapped around the bottles. 'Flash.' Another damning photograph. Three polaroid shots of me now sat on the coffee table like poker chips anted. John was over by the hi-fi putting on an album. A moment later the small speakers began to play "Sugar Sugar" and John coaxed me to dance sexy for them. John was the oldest senior. He had been left back in grammar school. He was six foot plus and was a defensive end on the football team. Robert was about 5'10". The both weighed at least two hundred pounds each. John had grown a beard since the end of the season and his jet-black hair and beard made him look formidable. Robert had moderate length brunette hair. I looked at them sitting with their legs spread apart drinking their beers. John said, "Dance sexy for us Sugar." He sat there smiling as he rubbed his crotch through the dirty blue jeans he was wearing. He also had on a football jersey with his number 88 and a pair of black motorcycle boots. He pointed to the pictures, "be a good girl and these pictures will disappear." So I danced for them. But John wanted me to dance like a girl. I didn't know how but I tried anyhow. "Show us your wiener Tim," Robert said after the second round of beers. "Come on, you want the pictures back don't you?" Robert was sitting at the other end of the couch. He was wearing his camouflage hunting pants and a brown turtleneck sweater. He also had his hunting boots on. Hoping this would end as soon as they were reminded I was a boy I decided to go ahead and show them my dick. I pulled the crotch of the cheerleading skirt to the side with the panties beneath. "Hahahaha," John laughed as he looked. Now I knew my penis wasn't big by guy standards but with the fear and shame it had shriveled up to about an inch. I couldn't see it but from their laughter I was sure it must have been very small. "Well, with a wiener like that we can't call you Tim but what should we call you," Robert asked rhetorically? "It's tiny like a fat clit," John chimed in, "so I think we should call her Tina." FLASH....another picture...this one of me standing there holding my skirt up and panties to the knees. Each picture was more damning then the next. I had to get them back. "Okay Tina, just suck the two of us off and then you can have the Polaroids," John said. And that's when I said, "Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?" John handed the camera to Robert and had me come over and kneel in front of him. Degrading me more he had me suck his balls and rub my lips up his shaft through his pants before he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. My eyes were just inches away as it hung semi-hard a good six plus inches. "I won't shoot in your mouth Tina. Just suck me until I'm ready to cum and I'll shoot on your face. Then take care of Robert and we'll be off." Suck a cock....I mean disgusting. The thought nearly made me vomit but the pictures stared at me. Poker chips. The ante was the pictures for a degrading act. Soon I was on my knees sucking John's cock. It didn't taste bad but it still made me want to choke. It wasn't long before John pulled out of my mouth and started to jerk his cock with his hand. "Smile Tina," John said. 'FLASH' Then his sperm shot out of his cock head and right into my face and his warm sperm splattering on my nose and cheek. His cum was all thick gobs and a few tablespoons worth. A lot more cum then the dribble I'd produce when I'd beat off. "FLASH" "Ok, little cum slut, over here now," Robert said. I couldn't see but turned to his voice. John grabbed my ponytail and handed it to Robert who pulled on it like a mane directing an animal. "Open Wide," Robert said as he pushed his cock into my face and then down in my throat. I felt my skirt lifted and then John's big hands were rubbing my ass through the cheerleading outfits satin panty part as Robert's cock slithered down into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but Robert pulled my hair and then John whacked my ass a couple of spanks. Tears were welling up in my eyes. A side effect from having Robert's cock buried deep past my tonsils. "There, you see Robert," John said, "she's a real girl. All she needed was a spanking and hair pulling for her to learn to deep throat. And look she cries just like a little girl." Unlike John, Robert decided his cum was going somewhere else. He spurted when his balls were against my chin and his cock somewhere past my Adam's apple. I could feel his liquid pre-cum like a fire hose washing my throat and then his warm sticky cum dribbled down my throat. "FLASH" They were done. It was over. I dripped of John's cum and my throat was sore from Robert but they were leaving now. As John and Robert opened the front door to leave I put my hand out for the Polaroids. John pulled one from his pocket handing it to me and said, "We'll be back tomorrow afternoon and we expect you'll make sure you even look prettier or else." FLASH (to be continued) All Right I'll Do It Ch. 02 (Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order written and there are some things I've done that haven't made it into any of my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem never fades for me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to all my readers.) Also, these are stories of humiliation and degradation and aren't for most people. So if the subject bothers you don't read this and my stories have similar themes. I know that. I do enjoy those of you who have written to say you enjoy them. -Lauren Westley * The door closed and I stood there in shock. John's cum was drying and pulling my skin as if he was pinching my cheek. I rushed to the bathroom. I had barely gotten the shower running when I had to kneel in front of the toilet and vomit. My mind swirled as both the humiliation and probably Robert's sperm was mixed in the vomit. I started to cry. Then I went into the hot shower washing my body over and over again with liquid soap. But even the soaps scent smelled more girl then boy. Girl/Boy. They had promised but now the promise was blackmail. What would I do? A couple of beers later I fell asleep. At 9am the phone rang and I answered it. "Tina," John said, "we'll be there for lunch. Make sure you find the sexiest outfit you can and make sure your skin is smooth everywhere. And of course Robert and I expect you to be all perfumed like yesterday when you answer the door. You'll get the pictures for proper behavior. And we hope you understand this is much better then all 2700 people in Reidel knowing. See you tomorrow at noon." And then he just hung up. My breathing was short and nervous. I weighed my options and thought I could probably do this. I had already sucked their cocks. It wouldn't be so bad. Well it was good either but what choice did I have? I woke up and looked at my clock. It was nearly 10am. They'd be here in two hours. I had to have lunch ready and be dressed. Oh, and I had to shave. I went right to the shower. There was Mary's razor a pink Lady Gillette and her foam. Also there was a bottle of Nair. Mary said she used that on her legs. I read the instructions and rubbed in on my legs. My pink fingernails were still attached and it was strange when I looked at them applying the Nair. I had my left leg perched on the bathtub rubbing this cream with my pink nailed fingers. My hands looked so feminine. I shaved my pits and tried to shave my pubes but I was afraid of the razor down there so I stopped a good inch above. It looked weird. I was a natural blond so my pubes were light too and the little patch looked girly now. Naked I went into my sister's room and looked at what I should wear. She did have a matching white sexy bra and panties. I put those on. Looking in her closet I wasn't sure what to wear. I picked out a floral multicolored dress with over the shoulder straps. On the clothes hanger was a bangle bracelet that matched the dress so I put it on. Although I fit her dress I am two inches taller then Mary so the dress ended half way up my thighs. I found a pair of red matching heels and after rummaging through her drawers I found a pair of white thigh high stockings. Pink lipstick and a couple of sprays from her perfume bottle and I rushed to the kitchen, nearly falling several times in the heels, to make lunch. It was already 11:30am. With very little time left I decided to make tuna salad sandwiches and a bowl of chips. But there was more then fear propelling me. There was another feeling. I tried to ignore it but the adrenaline rush was dizzying. The doorbell rang. They were early. I walked awkwardly to the front door and stood a moment visualizing Robert and John standing on the other side of the faded white wooden door. Gasping for air I stood there in a moment of hesitation and felt a scare rising inside me. What if it was someone else? Suppose it was the mailman or a parishioner? I opened the door. The springs chilly morning air rush over me. Not remembering for a moment how I looked I smiled, as I would have if dressed as Tim. FLASH! Robert, John, Chip and Dave were standing outside. "Tina, you know Chip and Dave," Robert said. Of course I knew them. Chip had graduated last year. Dave was a year or two older and had not graduated. They both were working in town. Neither of them had been smart enough to go to college. Chip worked at the Exxon station and Dave owned the local tattoo parlor. My face was in shock. "Make the most of it Tina," John said as he walked in and slapped my ass. The rest followed in and Robert closed the door. Chip was carrying two brown paper bags Robert said, "We're famished. What did you make for lunch Tina?" I started toward the kitchen and could feel them looking at me as my dress swayed and I teetered on my red heels. There on the wooden table were three tuna sandwiches on paper plates, three bags of chips and three glasses. "Tina, you should always be prepared. That's a demerit for not having sandwiches for our guests. Be a good girl and set another place," John said. A few minutes later there were four settings as I pondered what this 'demerit' thing was about. Chip had put the brown bags down and had just pulled a handle of Jack out of one of them. Chip had brown hair and was about the same height as Robert. Chip motioned for me to come over to him. When I got there he instructed me to put my arms out in front of me and for my wrists to be touching each other. Then he reached into the other bag and pulled out some plastic tape wrapping my wrists together. "Today is training day for Tina," Chip said. Now I was frightened but there wasn't much I could do standing there in wobbly heels with my wrists bound. "Are you still a virgin," Chip asked? "No," I replied. "I don't mean Tim. I mean Tina. Have you ever been fucked in your pussy," he continued. Chips green eyes penetrated mine and his face had pockmarks from what must have been acne when he was a teenager. I hadn't really noticed that before but then again I was gaining a new perspective on life as I stood there. "Yes," I replied meekly. He held my taped wrists and pulled me closer. Then he took his fingers and brought them to my lips. "Suck them slut," he commanded. His fingernails were short but still had managed to get dirt and grime under them. I looked at John and Robert with pleading eyes. I was now way in over my head. "Don't worry your little blond curls over this Tina," John said. "We aren't going to tell any of the goodie two shoes in town. Just a few of the bad boys who will need your services while your parents are away. (John must have read the note on the refrigerator door. You'll be fine as long as you do what is expected of you." Chips fingers rubbed my lips. "Suck them slut,' he repeated My pink lips parted and his grimy fingers slid in onto my tongue as he wiped his encrusted fingertips on my tongue feeling my mouth as if I was just some object. "Good girl," Chip said while Robert poured the guys some Jack. Dave just watched with a smirk on his face. "You are a pussy aren't you," Chip asked? He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and rubbed them on my thigh highs just above the hemline of my dress. His fingers rose a bit higher past the stockings and touched my naked skin above. "She has smooth legs John," Chip said and as he moved his hand back to play with my butt I felt his fingers slide under the elastic of my panties. His fingers continued higher till he touched my privates. "John, you are so right, I don't feel any cock just pussy she's so small," Chip chuckled. "Tina the man asked you a question. When a man talks to you answer him," Robert toned in. "Yes," I quivered. "Yes, I am a silly slut girl Mister," Chip instructed me to say. Whatever exhilaration I had felt before John and Robert had arrived was fading into humiliation and degradation. Chip had let go of my wrists but had told me to just stand there as he ate his sandwich and chips. I could see some of the crumbs accumulate in his beard Dave still hadn't said much but he was the largest of the four with bulging muscles and tattoos on both his arms. He was wearing black leather pants and a Grateful Dead t-shirt. His silence was scary especially since he was bald with one of those terrible goatees. He looked just like one of those very bad guys you see in the movies. Even his dark eyes radiated manliness. Chip took another bite of his tuna sandwich and a small piece of tuna fell out of the edge and landed on his crotch. "Tina, bend down and lick that clean," Chip said. And that was when I said, "NO." "Did the girl say 'NO'," Dave asked? "It's not fair. Robert and John had made a deal with me and now it's gone to far," I replied. Dave got up. Even with the two inches of height I got from the heels Dave towered over me. He was not only a big man but his presence was that of the enforcer in a gang. He didn't say a word as he approached me. Instead his dark brown eyes revealed only solid strength and determination. I saw his hand in motion before I felt his fingers slamming against my left cheek. The slap was more intense then any punch I had ever received. But then again I hadn't had a fight since third grade. Instead I had managed to slink away when trouble brewed except for the few times I got beat up and the memory of those times made degradation seem more tolerable. But there was no way out from here except more pain from Dave. The immense stinging against my face was a not so subtle reminder I was a wimp versus pain. Only my father had ever slapped my face and I had cried after that. So my reaction here was similar. I started to cry but unlike my fathers slap I couldn't raise my hand to my cheek so instead I cried with my hands bound in front of me as I stood there in heels and my sisters dress. But Dave wasn't finished. He immediately slapped my other cheek and then he told Chip to pull my wrists down and bend me over. All of this was occurring in a blur of pain, anguish and tears for me. I felt me dress lifted in the back and then Dave took his massive hands and started to spank me. This wasn't a spanking like Mom would do. It was a brutal walloping. I was bawling during the five minutes Dave slapped my ass. Even though he hadn't pulled my panties down the thin satin had done nothing to cushion Dave's hand from punishing me. Then it was over but it was also a new beginning. My butt cheeks burned hot as asphalt in mid-summer. "Now little pussy you will do as you are told. No complaints anymore. You will behave or my hand will become a fist and instead of slaps they will be blows. Do you understand girl?" Dave commanded. In a whimpering cry I answered "Yes," as my eyes saw the tuna fish glob on Chips oil stained coveralls through my watery tears. But before the tuna was attended to Dave grabbed me by my blond locks and pulled my head back so I was looking up into his eyes. He said, "From now on you will start your sentence with "Pussy girl,". So the way to answer my question is, "Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave." Dave glared into my eyes and instructed me that 'Mister' was to always be used and if I made a mistake as a girl I'd be spanked. If I made a mistake acting like a boy I'd be beaten. My answers should be as girlie as possible and in the third person. Everything inside me submitted at that moment. As Dave finished his instructions he slapped me a couple more time on my ass through my dress. Dave let go of my hair and looked at me waiting for my reply. "Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave," I said in a halting and slightly higher pitched voice caused by my crying. "I like that voice, use it from now on pussy," Dave said and then he went back to his chair and sat down. Chip looked at me then and said, "Tina, wouldn't you like to lick the tuna off my pants now?" I began to kneel down when Dave told me to answer him. "Pussy girl says yes Mister Chip," I uttered. I was sinking into depravity. But that wasn't good enough. After more instructions from Dave and several replies unacceptable I finally uttered this, "Pussy girl would love to lick clean the tuna off Mister Chip pants," my quivering voice sputtered and my brain took a blond right turn into mush. A moment later my knees were on the tile floor and I was licking tuna fish off of Chips stinky crotch. My ass was still stinging from Dave's spanking. Inside I was repulsed but some other part of me had taken over. Objection was only a thought now. Somehow I'd get past this. The taste of his overalls mixed with the tuna fish was very repulsive. Like a movie I thought of my sentence for the week as a hurdle I would have to surmount. The guys got up and took the booze and the other brown bag to the living room. When John had started picking up his paper plate Dave had said, "that's girl work," and he came over and undid the bondage tape telling me to clean up and then join them. I was just finishing wiping the table after lunch when Dave called, "Tina, get your ass in here." The quiet Dave was not quiet anymore. I walked into the living room. The TV was in the corner on a TV stand. On the wall was the Hi-Fi. It sat on one of the bookshelves. The shelves ran from the right of the fireplace to the wall where the TV sat in the corner and were mostly filled with books on religion and romance novels. The carpet was a weird blue. Mom's sense of decoration was Miami North. The wooden shelves and wall were painted white and so was the brick fireplace now which flickered from the fire one of the guys had lit. The living room was toasty warm. The guys were seated. Two of them sat on the couch and the other two sat in the two chairs off to left of the sofa. Mom's weird gold colored chandelier with perforations in the metal cast its eerie shadow down on the black lacquered coffee table lighting and shadowing the brown bag was now turned on its side, the contents spilled out. The two-thirds full bottle of Jack sat like an exclamation mark at one end of the strewn contents. There was several porn magazines scattered about, most likely from the brown bag. Also the bondage tape, a couple of 8mm canisters, a big black butt plug (I had only seen one of these once when I had walked into Dave's tattoo parlor. There was an Adult Only area in the back of his store where I couldn't go since a few months ago I hadn't turned eighteen yet. But a glass case on the wall outside the curtain separating the tattoo parlor had held a similar device and when I had asked what it was from another customer and he had told me. On the coffee table there was also a tube of something. Robert had me come over to him. He took the tube and attached a thin nozzle to the end. Turning me around he had me bend over. Moments later the nozzle was in my ass and he was squirting the contents of the tube up my ass. "Hand me the plug," Robert asked John? "A girl needs to keep her pussy lubed and this will help your hole enjoy 'Ebony Jim," he said. "Well for you Tina his name is Mister Ebony Jim." At first it hurt but Robert instructed me to push my hole on it rather then fight it and before long 'Mister Ebony Jim' had entered me and his presence was overwhelming. I felt like an overstuffed turkey. For the next few hours I entertained the men. They had me serve them beer. I only got one more spanking, by John, for not saying Mister John. Robert was my first blowjob of the day. Like yesterday he buried his cock in my throat and shot his load down my throat. The first shot was thin pre cum but when his sperm came it was thick and ran down my throat like a rancid cream, gagging me. He also squeezed my nose so I had to swallow every drip and drop. John also did what he did yesterday and his cum was a full-face load. But today even his pre-cum was thick. John had me keep my eyes open and I saw the first shot spurt from his penis hole. My right eye closed just in time before it landed sticking to my eyelash. The next glob landed on my nose and the rest spattered around my face. Finally, as told, I licked his pee hole clean. Chip decided his sperm spread should be my new hair conditioner. With my face full of John's cum chip had me just suck the head of his bulbous cock. Before long he stood up and jerked his cock shooting his spermy load into my hair and forehead. The hours went by and I nearly vomited twice. My ass was spanked red. But it wasn't over yet. Everyone was having fun but me. I was now a cum covered slut Dave motioned for me to come over to him. He had not used me but instead had watched amused. Standing in front of him he put his right hand on my leg just below my dress and started rubbing my leg by moving his fingers slowly up under my dress. His fingers warm against my thigh near my crotch my sphincter clutched against the butt plug as he smiled. "So, it's time for you to lose your virginity Tina," he said. With that his other hand came up to my ass. He moved me around and then pulled my panties down. His hand rubbed my crotch. I was mortified. I noticed, before I was turned around, his massive cock was pushing hard against his jockey shorts and I shuddered knowing what was next. Dave pulled the plug slowly from my asshole and guided me down towards his erection I couldn't see but knew was there. My asshole felt so open when the plug came out but his cock soon replaced it and he lowered me onto his cock. The plug was brought up to my parted lips and the acrid taste of my asshole coated my tongue as Dave coaxed the plug between my lips and into my mouth. "Fuck my cock girl," Dave said in his deep baritone voice as he rotated the plug in my mouth. "And don't let "Ebony Jim' fall our of your mouth and lick him well." I was bouncing up and down on Dave's cock. It went much deeper inside me then the plug. The feeling was horrifying but as he rubbed my thighs moving my legs apart. I felt my own little penis grow. "Hey guys she's getting a little girlie erection," Dave said. My face flushed with embarrassment as his cock slithered in and out of my hole reaching so far up I thought he'd soon push it past my belly button. Not long after I felt his warm sperm shoot up into me. From the way his thrusts felt I knew he had shot at least four bursts. "Pussy, did you wash your cunt out this morning? Because I feel some shit on the tip of my dick," Dave said as his thrusts subsided. Shamefully I replied, "Pussy girl didn't wash her pussy." "Girl you must learn to keep your pussy clean. Especially since you have to lick my dick clean when I pull out. But, I'll do you a favor. I'll give you a piss enema. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Dave said sarcastically. I was about to say 'no,' to beg 'no,' to plead 'no.' But it was too late to do anything but say, "Pussy girl would love Mister Dave to clean her dirty pussy." Then his warm piss started to flood my inside. It was a strong flow. So strong it was like someone had put a hose up my ass and turned on a spigot. The only difference was this was not water but yellow piss and it was coming directly from Dave's dick. When he was done he told me an enema takes at least ten minutes to work so I should pull up my panties and go get him a beer. I had to lick his cock clean first. As disgusting as it was his pee inside me sloshing around and my mind focused on that and licking my own shit off his dick head. Dave said he'd tell me when I could relieve the pressure of his piss inside me. Dave also said he'd bring an enema bag with him tomorrow. All Right I'll Do It Ch. 02 So there I was walking to the kitchen my face covered in drying cum from John. Roberts cum had already soaked its way down into my tummy. Chip's sperm was all sticky in my hair and caking. About fifteen minutes later the guys got up to go leaving a mess. "Clean up the house before you go to the bathroom Tina," Dave said. "And use your new black friend tonight. I want you to sleep with him inside you." (to be continued.) All Right I'll Do It Ch. 03 (Authoress Note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers have asked me to answer this question. Many of the things I've written about I did at some point in my life. There are more characters in these stories and events never happened such as these stories. I am also sorry for errors in stories I've written such as using an item that doesn't belong in the time setting. To all of you who have written me emails I want to thank you since it's your motivation that has kept me writing. I do enjoy the accolades and I do listen to intelligent criticism. These stories are about extreme humiliation and degradation. They are not for everyone and I suggest to those who may be disturbed by them to simply close the story and read something else. Also, although I follow a similar theme in my stories each to me are original and I hope others have the same erotic feelings I do writing them when they read them. Chapter Three: The door closed and the four of them were gone. I stood there overwhelmed with the dried and drying cum on my face and in my hair. Dave's pee and cum was still deep inside me and my throat ached from Robert's cock. But Dave had me really scared so I decided to clean up the house as he said despite my urge to relieve myself in case they came back. Since the kitchen was already cleaned up there wasn't much to do. I just had to clear the empty cans of beer and the drained cups of Jack. When I got to the coffee table I looked down and was surprised to see three Polaroids of me sitting there. They had only taken one picture today so that meant they had four left. All three were from yesterday. The one they took today I knew showed my cum covered face while I sat on Dave's cock. As I bent over to pick up the three pix I felt some of Dave's pee start to dribble from my asshole. I needed to clean up fast. I figured out if I did a deep knee bend and picked up the bottles and cups maybe I could hold everything in. One trip to the kitchen and dumping everything in the trash and then back for the photographs, I can do this, I thought. But I was wrong. I managed to get everything in the trash but then my bowels began to grumble. Walking to the bathroom using tiny little steps as my hole tried to suck like a vacuum cleaner I managed to grab the pix but I had forgotten the ashtray on the small table between the sofa and one of the chairs. No time to do that now. I continued to the bathroom. It was as if the bathroom had a magnetic influence over my bowels. The closer I got the more I was about to lose control. I slithered in, turned around, lifted my dress to lower my panties and then sit on the toilet but two things happened at the same time. First, before I could get my panties down Dave's deposits started to just leak out and as I sat down I realized the toilet seat was up. Fortunately, most of waste leaked into my panties and dribbled into the toilet and since I sat down quickly less with my panties still on very little splattered over the toilet seat , rim etc. Also, the first thing to come out was pee and as I sat I ended up inside the porcelain with my ass touching the water, barely. I was holding the photos and felt the slow but constant dribble of Dave's pee. I thought it would shoot out like a cannon but it didn't. Instead is leaked like a drippy faucet. I knew I had a mess to clean up later but I just wanted to relieve myself. Sighing, I looked at the pix like it was bathroom-reading material. I held the three of them between my pink fingernails The one I was given back yesterday I had destroyed. It was the first picture taken at that embarrassing moment of being caught in my sister's cheerleader's outfit. I held three photos from yesterday they had left. 1. The photo when I twirled for them 2. The photo of me sucking Robert 3. The photo of me after John had cum on my face. So that left four of them I didn't have. As I thought of what they were I felt my bowels finally push my poop into the panties. At this point it didn't matter much and it was warm against my ass and also it was my poop. It almost felt cleansing. The four I didn't have were 1. Holding the bottles of beer 2. Showing my wiener 3. The photo of me at the front door from yesterday when they had left 4. The picture of me sitting on Dave's cock with my hair and face covered in sperm. Dave was hidden behind my head but it was obvious I was fucking some guy. My dress was pulled up. My panties down and my tiny wiener showed. I put the pix down on the shelf next to the toilet. There was a more immediate problem. I was going to have to clean this mess up and also clean my sister's clothes. Well, without disgusting you I spent the next hour cleaning up. The worst part was seeing the piss in the toilet and knowing it was Dave's. Finally it was time for me to bathe. I figured girls like taking baths. Maybe a bubble bath would clean me better then a shower. As the tub filled and the bubbles percolated the perfume from them filled the bathroom. The washing machine was churning in the utility room next to the bathroom. I slowly lowered my body into the hot water until I was submerged up to my head and then I went under the bubbles and lay there for as long as I could hold my breath. As I came back up for air I felt better. I lathered my hair with shampoo and submerged again. Rising again I leaned back and just tried to relax. I took the bar of soap and having forgotten a washcloth I rubbed the soap in my hands and proceeded to wash my legs. They were so smooth. Girly smooth. My mind wandered from the wonderful relaxed bubble bath to the events of the day. The corner of my eye could see the pix and I started to think of the four I didn't have. If they were viewed together it would be more then damning. Holding the bottles of beer with my pink fingernails wrapped around them in the cheerleader outfit was as if I was enjoying serving. Showing my penis and Jack had gotten me to smile when I did that. What would people say? What would they think? Then the photo of me in the door way with my lipstick smeared and cum encrusted face. And finally the last one of fucking some guy (Dave). The photo showed my hands on his legs with my body rose a bit. Dave's arms were to the back and side. Of course it was I having sex on his cock. The dress proved I had changed and with my face covered in cum it was damning. Seen together I was a translut. Not only would this destroy me in Reidel it would follow me for the rest of my life and ruin my family too. I laid back in the tub and fell asleep. When I woke up it was dark. I got out of the tub, turned the light on and dried myself off. On the back of the bathroom door was a cheap full-length mirror. I stood naked looking at myself. Even at nineteen I looked boyish. Actually as I stood there, I wrapped the towel around as my sister did and looked again. The towel was on the horizontal with my skin showing just above mid-chest and my legs showing from about six-inches above my knees. My blond hair hung down semi-dry and as I turned and looked I saw a girl in the mirror. I did a couple of poses I had seen in magazines. Very girlie. The more I looked the less of Tim and the more of Tina I saw. This had all happened because I had tried on Mary's Cheerleader outfit. Why had I done that? Who am I? Drinnnnng! Drinnnnning! Drinnnnning! The phone rang out calling me to walk out of the bathroom and find my way in the dark. The only illumination came from the full moon shining through the kitchen windows and the window in the living room on the other side of the fireplace. I picked up the receiver with the towel and the scent of bubble bath wrapped around me. "Hi Mom. I'm fine. Yes I ate. I had tuna salad sandwich. Yeah, I know I don't really like it but it was easy to make. Oh, that's nice. Everything is fine here. Yeah, I can manage for five more days. Sure, I'll turn the heat up the Church Saturday at noon. What time? Ok, I'll see you Saturday around 3pm. Love you too." I hung up the phone. My voice was quivering. I wondered if she could tell. But she had already been drinking and didn't have much of a sixth sense. After I had turned on the lights and changed into my PJ's I remembered the washing machine. Opening the machine I saw the dress with the panty and bra wrapped around the agitator. I had certainly been agitated on Dave's cock. Reaching in I pulled the damp clothes out. The dress was ruined. Hanging the bra and panty up to dry on the back of a chair I went to my room and fell asleep till the next morning. Tuesday Morning: Woke up late again. It was nearly 10am. My butt was still sore from Dave's spanking and I spent the first ten minutes sitting on the toilet. Although nothing came out I couldn't help but think about what had been in there just hours ago. The three photos were still there in the bathroom. You can't really tear Polaroid photos up so I held them, looked at them. I don't know why but I forgot to take them out and cut them up. Another shower though I did think of taking a bubble bath. The day progressed into the afternoon and I figured I may be free of all this. By six pm I was starting to put this all behind me. Back in the bathroom I decided to take another soothing bubble bath. It was so nice, warm, and pleasant. I was even enjoying the smell of the perfumed bubbles and I closed my eyes and thought back on the past two days I could see the guys looking at me. Their eyes seemed excited by how I looked but in my bubble bath dream I didn't see myself. Instead I caught a reflection of a blond haired girl standing in my sister's dress. Voices came from the living room. "Tina!" I heard. My stomach fluttered and I got out of the tub quickly and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and put another towel over my long hair to keep it from dripping. I had never thought much about how I wrapped my hair. Mary had showed me how and when I was at home there had never been any feminine thoughts attached to it. I slipped into a pair of slippers and walked out into the living room. "Doesn't our little princess slut look 'oh' so pretty," John said. It was then I felt the shame at the way I must look. Even worst in my rush I had slipped into Mary's pink slippers. Flash Robert had taken another picture. "So Trent can you fix her up," Dave said. That's when I saw another man come into the living room. He was short and carrying a hanging bag and a small suitcase. "Yes Dave I can make her real pretty," Trent said. Trent was older too. He was about my height but was stocky. Dave walked over to me with his penetrating eyes and tattooed muscular frame. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me into the center of the room and twirled me around like a dance partner. I was still in shock but a moment later he had pulled my towel off and I stood naked with the towel around my hair and the pink slippers. John went into the kitchen and returned with a chair. "Sit down Tina," John instructed. "My she does have a tiny cock, " Trent said as he approached. "More a cockette," Dave laughed. Without the will to object I sat there and for the next hour Trent set my hair in curlers and proceeded to apply mascara, eyeliner, foundation and all the rest. Trent took out a pink lipstick and proceeded to paint my lips after he had used some sort of pencil to outline my lips. He had me pat my lips and then applied another coat of lipstick and finally applied something else. He said it was lip gloss. Then he opened the hanging bag and took out a cute little maid's outfit. It was one of those you'd see girls wear in the porn mags. First I had to don the white bra and panties that had dried and John had retrieved from the back of the chair. Trent also had a black garter belt and stockings in the bag. But before I put on the stocking and even more shocking was when he took out a bottle of pink nail polish. A few clips and sanding and then my toenails were also pink. When then dried Trent handed me the black stocking and garter belt to put on. Next he clipped some earrings on me and sprayed me with a very feminine perfume. I was all done up and I hadn't said a word. I had fallen back into the 'pussy girl' of the night before as I stood there like a little French slut maid. Dave was definitely the leader of this group. You could tell by the way the others interacted with him "Well, since you are a maid I don't think you should go by the name 'pussy girl' Tina," Dave said. He had me standing next to him and his hand slid up the very short crinoline that puffed out skirt. There was a good six inches between where my stockings ended and the skirt began. In some ways I felt more naked then when I was actually naked a little while ago. His hand proceeded up to my crotch and palmed me. I don't know why but my dick hardened. Dave continued to palm me using his index finger to rub my little penis head. My face reddened. I knew I was rock hard. So did Dave as he then pulled down my panties and showed everyone. "Look," Dave mocked, "Tina's cockette is excited." And with that he took his two fingers and measured stating when he was done that my clit was barely "two inches". I had never felt more embarrassed. Not even when Dave had left me with his pee inside last night. I knew I was small. Mary had teased me about it before and dating for me had been awful. But to be belittled in front of 5 men my age was just dreadful. "Well Missy what should we call you?" John asked rhetorically. The other guys started adding their ideas. There were some terrible ideas like cum slut, spank me, whore, Miss Swallow etc. but they finally whittled it down to these and then asked me to pick my name from the three and to use it as I had been taught yesterday. Trent asked what that was and Robert said, "you'll see." Maid Slut Maid Missy Cockette None of them seemed appropriate to me but again I had given up my identity until I had the photos back. I then remembered the three pix were still in the bathroom on the shelf. "Hurry up Tina," John said, "pick a name." Dave's hand was now rubbing my inner thigh and I could see a bulge in his pants. Which to go with? And then it seemed obvious. "Maid Missy says she would be happy with this name," I said in the voice I used yesterday. "Good girl," Dave said as he fondled me. "You will be our maid service for the night. That means all services. When you aren't being used you should be cleaning and serving." The guys were smoking some weed and I was told I had to also. I had never done anything like this before but soon after I had a few hits and a beer John had opened and brought for me I felt better. But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you been using Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?" After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from my room. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but there were a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple of rubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tube of lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table. When Trent returned carrying Mister Ebony Jim Dave had me bent over and was squeezing the lube up my "hole." Dave had also said I was to only call it my 'hole' from now on since it would function for more then an asshole. Chip had been in the kitchen for most of the time and when Trent came back Dave slip the lube tube out of my ass and Trent slid Mister Ebony Jim in. I did utter a little gasp having forgotten how big Mister Ebony Jim was. Chip had been watching and now he said, "Hey, Pussy Girl forgot to do as she was told and so I think Maid Missy will need a good spanking so she doesn't forget." Robert chimed in with a definite 'yes' saying it would also help Maid Missy become a more productive maid. Both John and Chip wanted to give me a spanking but the men decided by playing 'odds/evens' with their fingers that's who would have the honor. Chip won and I was sent over to him. Now remember, Chip was a mechanic so his hands are calloused and strong. And although Dave was larger and tougher Chip was in the category of spanking more frightening. Chip sat down in the chair where I had been transformed and in front of everyone I shamefully lay across his lap. He took his right leg and wrapped it around my legs and his left arm over my back holding my right wrist. My other hand helped to balance me. The first few spanks weren't too bad. Chip had a different spanking style then Dave. He seemed to spank me with a follow through. But my ability to contemplate his stroke like a golf swing faded quickly as the heat started to build. After he pulled my panties down a bit Trent commented, 'she really does have a sweet ass. She probably has the best looking ass of any of the senior girls." The blows came more quickly and most were landing on my lower ass at the top of my thighs. And, like a wave crashing to shore the power of them began to bring tears to my eyes. Suddenly I was crying out loud. Sobbing. I even begged Chip to stop but he continued. I don't know how many but I was squirming to get away. Chip held me tighter and told me to 'be still.' Each slap tended to make Mister Ebony Jim jump in my ass because of the feeling on my prostate. It was a very weird feeling, one of minor arousal versus humiliation and pain. The pain wasn't torture and it's hard for me to explain but if you've ever been spanked and you were to take that spanking and then add the humiliation of my situation you may understand what I was feeling. Dave didn't say a word. I couldn't see Robert or John but I knew Trent was right behind me looking at my ass because he commented several times on the 'nice shade of red' my ass was turning. But even as my tears dripped off my cheek and my soul fell into submission Chip continued. He seemed like he was enjoying himself and my tears reinforced his hand. "One hundred," Chip announced in a voice stating accomplishment and he stopped spanking me. So now I knew how many slaps had hit my ass as Chip pulled me up from his lap and Trent told me to show everyone my red ass. I turned bending over which made Mister Ebony Jim poke me more. "Haha...the butt plug looks like a black bulls eye," John said. All agreed and that was when Dave announced he would need to give me a 'urine sample' to start the evening off right. Tears drying on my cheek I found myself a few minutes later like the night before sucking the butt plug and fucking Dave's penis. His penis slithered in me and was much longer then Mister Ebony Jim. As you probably remember Dave preferred making me fuck him so I rode is cock sliding my hole up and down. "So is my girl ready for a load of my cum and a urine sample?" Dave asked. I could only mumble over the plug in my mouth. Trent smiled at me looking into my bright green eyes saying, "So you are a toilet girl too." He continued with, "nothing nicer then a green-eyed blond cocksucker toilet." And that's when Dave's sperm started to shoot warm and deep inside me. I felt his sticky cum and a minute later his hard cock started leaking his piss into my bowels. A slow stream first which I didn't really feel. Then his cock went a bit less hard and the stream strengthened. He was pissing up my ass while I sat there. I was filling up and then Dave had me stand up bent over as he stood up with his cock in me and pissed more vigorously. When he finished he told me I didn't need to put the plug back in since the 'toilet was full.' "See Trent, sometimes a girl forgets to wash her hole and that's when a man can be so helpful," Dave said. All Right I'll Do It Ch. 03 As Dave pulled out he turned me around to clean his dick with my tongue. I squeezed my sphincter closed and licked him clean. Fortunately there wasn't any poop this time. Dave told me zipper him up and then had me stand and pull my panties up. He looked at me waiting. "Maid Missy thanks you Mister Dave," I said when I realized what he was waiting for. He was sending me on my way when Trent advised I should do a little chant while I worked. He said he got the idea from "Whistle While You Work." So there I was waiting on the boys, dusting shelves while holding Dave's cum and pee in me quietly saying in a breathy voice over and over again, "I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl." I finally had to beg to be allowed to empty my bowels. Dave whispered into my ear telling me this is what I needed to say whenever I got the urge. "Maid Missy needs to pee-pee," I said as Dave had instructed me and then Dave gave me permission to go 'potty,' As I walked to the bathroom my steps were shortened since I was also squeezing my sphincter to keep Dave's 'urine sample' from leaking. However I wasn't completely successful at that and I felt a little dribble leak out and onto my thigh similar to yesterday. When I entered the bathroom I went to close the door but Trent was standing there with his weird smile. He had a front upper tooth missing and a slightly bulbous nose. Also I couldn't be sure what his original nationality was because his skin was swarthy. But he was more in the 1% unknown in Reidel then the 99% Anglican American who lived here. "Don't close the door sweetie," he said. He walked into the bathroom and told me to push my 'cockette' between my legs and squeeze my legs closed. "Yes that's a good girlie look," Trent said and then told me not to begin peeing until I was sucking his cock. So I sat down squeezing my sphincter tight since my hole was boiling over as Trent had me unzip his fly and fish his cock out. It was flaccid but the head was outrageous fat. Once I got it in my mouth Trent began to harden. He told me he wanted me to hold my 'pee-pee' until I felt his cum on my tonsils and then I could start to pee. As if he and Dave had spoken the comment that I peed and they pissed was further delineation of me the submissive girl and the manly men. His bulbous cock hung in my mouth and Trent said to tongue it. As he neared orgasm he reached and grabbed my ears with his sac bumping against my chin. He rubbed my eardrums with his thumbs. His cock was probably five inches at most but the head was so big it wouldn't fit in the back of my throat. "Ok baby you can pee now," Trent said as his dick tightened and his strokes more urgent. The pee started to trickle from my ass into the toilet and Trent said now he knew why girls called it 'tinkling' because that's what it sounded like. And as it started to gush out of me his cum splattered against my tonsils. He kept pumping and he must have jizzed a good couple of tablespoons of spunk into my mouth before he finished. I was just finishing letting Dave's deposit out when Trent pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face. "Show me," he said. I opened my mouth. I couldn't see but I felt his load mixing with my saliva. Trent had me close my mouth and then he rubbed my throat while he told me to swallow. I did what I was told. He looked over to the shelf and saw the pix. He picked them up. Told me to lick him clean and then zip him up and he took my pix walked out with me following. Something was changing in me but I didn't know what. Walking back into the room with Chip, Dave, John and Robert sitting around laughing and drinking I felt more important then I had at anytime before. I was feeling more girlie and I was high.