Finally, we continue the story so you can find out what happens to our poor victim and what still lies ahead. All people mentioned in this story are above the age of eighteen. This story may not be your cup of tea ...so dump it and get coffee. Thanks for the nice comments! As for the bad ones, everyone’s a critic. I just have a dirty mind that I want to share.
Thank you Sarah for helping me with my mistakes,bad grammar and spelling.
Reading the first story will bring you up to speed on how this happened. Just saying!
Cherry
CHAPTER 2
I could not tell you what day or time it was. I’d been in Turner’s bondage room secured and suspended from the ceiling. That’s where he had his way with me. Brutally fucking my once virgin hole until I passed out, as his hot wife watched.
Awake with the horror that happened last night replaying inside of my head. My body hung like meat with my legs spread wide by a bar strapped to my ankles! Turner took my anal virginity. I remember being on the edge of losing my mind, struggling to keep a shred of sanity. Damn, I think I told him that I loved his cock? I remember him filling my ass with cum as he gaped my virgin hole. I shook at that last thought and began plotting a means of escape.
The door to this hell opened, someone was coming to pay me a visit. Wishing they would stop to oil the creaky door on their way in. You could imagine my surprise seeing it was Wendy looking down at me. Naked as the day she was born and looking damn good.
I began to think, if I get loose I could easily run past her, even if I have to knock her down. I should have enough strength to pull it off. Then I remembered that I still had skyscraper heels on my feet. I wasn’t running anywhere without breaking an ankle. If I could talk her into taking them off, perhaps she would be sympathetic, but my thoughts were interrupted.
“Sugar, you look a frightful mess.” She said, in her southern drawl sing-song voice. Part sexy and part on the border of annoying. The arches of her perfectly shaped brows lifted. A look of disgust painted on her beautiful face. She removed the gag I still had in my mouth.
“How about we get you cleaned up? Oh, I made you a sandwich; I am always hungry after Turner has had his way with me.” Her beauty combined with her smile was somehow a comfort to me. She unlocked the leather shackles that held my arms.
I grabbed the sandwich and inhaled it; washing it down with the contents of the cup, I was given. Then I noticed it was on a beautiful silver serving tray. Now why did I notice that?
My thinking then turned to that cup of fluid. I wondered if that may have been that “Afro” drug that got me into this mess. I was so thirsty; it didn’t cross my mind until the glass was empty of the last drop.
“Now don’t you even think of running off, Turner is upstairs and I’ve got this.” In her hand, she had a cop issue Taser gun. Knowing those could drop a horse, escape would have to wait for a better opportunity.
“Now let's get you cleaned up.” She said as she finished unlocking me. Holding my hand, she helped me keep balance because I was teetering in the heels. She carefully led me to the back of the room. There a full bathroom was hiding. Her breasts shook with every step and I was ogling them, lust filling me and heating my core. Spreading the blush that covered my still very naked body.
Needing to relieve myself, I had to sit because of the chastity cage. I stared at her shaved delta, emptying my full bladder. I have never used the bathroom in front of a woman before. This was no lady she could get the Pope erect and change his faith with a look. She was a goddess!
“Why are you two doing this to me?” I managed to squeak out, trying to make sense of it still. “This is a crime you holding me against my will. Soon as I’m released I’m going to call the cops and put you both in prison.” I began to tear up at my emotional outburst. Thinking that using the authority’s as a threat, that maybe they would free me.
Wendy simply stroked my hair as you would a child. She coddled me.
“Listen sweetheart, you don’t want to be doing such things.” Giving me ringlets in my hair with her fingers as I drooled looking at her perfect tits. “First” she paused for dramatic effect. “Everything down here is recorded.” She paused again giving me the time to reflect on the horror of her words. I then turned my head to see in the mirror where it took place. There were three cameras hooked up to a computer and more cables going where I could not see.
“If you go to the police, we’re going to show them the video. Telling them it was your idea and were begging us to do it. I will also make sure it is all over the internet. Also making sure that all your family members receives a copy.” Her smile sent a cold chill down my spine.
“What about my wife? She has to be worrying about me by now.” My words just fell on deaf ears. I watched her fill a hot water bottle with warm soapy water. Then she attached a hose calling me over with a finger. The sexy seductress played me like a fiddle. Still in heels I decided that crawling was easier. She fed the nozzle into my ass, still very sore, it slipped in a little too easy. Then opened the valve that allowed the liquid to flow. She took a seat on the commode rubbing my back. I was shocked at my obedience.
“Don’t you worry about that pretty wife of yours. She knows you and Turner are on a fishing trip. When that little darling comes home,” She paused the monologue when the bladder was empty. I was stunned, not believing that I could hold the liquid. I noticed that somehow it made the pain disappear!
With my look, she knew I needed to release. Wendy stood lifted the lid and let me pass to empty my bowels.
“We are going to turn her into a hot wife. That’s a woman who is a slut for black cock. If you didn’t know.” My anger must have showed because she started laughing at me. “She’s going to beg for black cock just like you. You will get to see her have the fucking of a lifetime. She's going to love it so much she may never go white again. You’re going to love it too sissy!”
The last bit of the liquid was expelled. Taking the pain from the assault with it. Knowing what they had planned next made me want to hurt her! I don’t hit females! So I did not strike her, knowing Turner could kill me with a punch. My cock however was having ideas of its own. I could feel it growing hard as the cock cage would allow. I wanted to hate fuck her... bad! She then helped me get the heels off as I sat on the toilet. Standing suddenly reaching in starting the shower. Grabbing me at the elbow pulling me to my feet and guided me in, following behind me.
“Why?” My question left unanswered.
Speaking with a bit more force than she did before. “Now use the special soap and shampoo. Get all that dried cum off.” Looking down I saw that indeed I had dried cum spots on my belly. He made me cum when fucked me. I must have liked it, the evidence of my cum from my caged cock showed. Dried spots stuck out all around my lower stomach. The drugs in the drink were beginning to take effect. I immediately regretted drinking the liquid that was served with my meal. Quickly grabbing the soap, I washed my body free of all the evidence. I enjoyed the hot water and what she was doing. She assisted me on lathering up areas I could not reach. Paying attention to my sore beaten ass and legs. She turned my body until I faced her. With lightning speed, she trimmed my eyebrows and other unsightly hair with a razor while I washed my hair.
“Turner really wants to fuck that wife of yours. She’s so cute.” Cleaning the rest of the hair from my face as she spoke. “Shoot even I would love to crawl between her legs.” The thought of my wife engaging in some girl on girl has been a fantasy of mine for some time and I let my mind play out that fantasy. Until she broke in saying “So I made him a deal, he can fuck her if, and only if, I can fuck his sissy.”
She smiled, to let me know her beauty hid a demon behind it. Before I could get a word in, she spoke again. “I have always wanted to peg a sissy like you. I wonder if you will cum, knowing it’s a girl back there fucking your ass? I’m going fuck you until I make you cum! My pussy soaks just thinking about it!” She giggled a bit as she unlocked my cage, washed the area thoroughly while tickling my cock. I was throbbing in no time as she played with me.
“Oh it’s going to be delicious, being your mistress too, I think the part I’m going to like best,” her hands were now applying a masque onto my face. “Will be your wife’s all black gang bang. Oh, did I mention...your going to be our fluffer? You have turned into quite the cocksucker.” Her compliments were feminizing me and kept the blush that covered most my body.
Washing me as she revealed her plan easily getting me to the point of release, then stopping. My tiny prick would convulse wanting more.
“I see you like the idea too.” She teased. Finally rinsing my body off ending the shower, drying me. I realized I was free of any hair below my neck. I looked like I did before hitting puberty.
Her beautification technique was flawless, drying my hair and pinned it up. She then removed the masque, applied lotion, make-up, and finished with nails painted pink. She spoke excessively, gasping for the air she would need to finish the sentence. Transforming my once masculine face into one better suited for a girl.
The entire time I kept her naked body in view. It was hypnotizing watching her bust move every time she did. They danced in front of me arousing me to the point of cumming. Playing with my cock, her technique was perfect bringing me to the very edge. Then she would stop. Teasing my cock over and over, edging me to the brink. Pouring on the seduction, her voice was music to my ears, arousing me to a level I have never experienced.
Then suddenly there was pain. “This is a sounding tube, you won’t be able to hold back the cum from your cock. Showing everyone that you’re really enjoying everything that is being done. Sorta like a lie detector.” The truth in her words became evident as some precum bubbled out the tip. She giggled and took it between her thumb and forefinger, rubbed them together, and crammed them into my mouth. She grabbed my tongue pulled it out and pierced it so fast I didn’t even feel it. Leaving my own cum in my mouth mixing with the taste of blood as her fingers made a hasty retreat.
Locking the cage back on after a painful grab to my hairless balls. She said, “These are so small and so cute! I bet we can hide them up inside you. Then use the extra skin to make it look like you have a cunt. How did you land that hottie with this tiny clit?” The shame of the truth was hard to swallow. I was hot and flushed all over showing her I enjoyed her abuse. It was impossible to remove the sounding tube now without taking off the cage. It was both uncomfortable and embarrassing. Clearly showing anyone that looked how small my cock was.
“Come on Cherry, no time to fantasize. Still much to do.” She warned, I was defeated as I answered to my new sissy name. The humiliation made my lust burn hot.
“Oh and address me as ‘Mistress’ you whore!” she demanded! I simply hung my head and followed the heart shaped ass that led me into hell.
“Yes Mistress!” echoed off every wall.
Here I’ll say bravo women for doing what you do to make men want you. It is time consuming. With garters, stockings and lace, my body and face were decorated to entice men. She prepared me for today’s events as she continued to talk.
“Now today, Turner has his buddy coming over to enjoy your charms.” Information came as the lace pale pink g-string slid up my smooth legs making my caged cock twitch. “I want you to be a good girl. The faster you accept your new role, the easier it will be on you. You’re a sissy fuck puppet now sweetie.”
The range of emotions I was experiencing made me dizzy; I held her shoulder as light pink thigh highs with white bows on front were rolled up each leg. Followed by locking pink six-inch stilettos on my feet. Knowing now they have planned this for some time, all the clothes, the shoes and the wigs fit me to a tee.
“You can’t do this to me.” I sputtered my emotions taking over.
“Oh but we can. Turner has wanted a personal cock slave for quite some time now, and the day he saw that sweet ass of yours, it was only a matter of when.” She said confirming my suspicions. The feel of the silk and lace was arousing me as my heartbeat quickened.
Her monologue continued. “God! My pussy is on fire. You were a cock loving slut last night.” Being reminded of last night and where this was all going made tremors run down my spine. I tried to block it out.
“Tonight you’re going to have another big black cock to enjoy.” The devious smile, only making her hotter if that was possible. “Drake’s cock is as big as Turner’s.” She finished with me, with a quick glance at the mirror, showing me I looked like a sissy in heat, begging to be fucked.
I was wearing a catholic school-girl uniform that fit me perfectly. Except this one was light pink and black. The skirt had a darker pink lace at the hem that was a half inch long and see thru. It stopped short of the bottom of my ass leaving just a tease to see. The light pink garter held the stockings tightly.
The white shirt was crisp as if they used too much starch. Unbuttoned down to the beginning of the lace bra, that was a light pink as well. She had put a pair of fake breasts in that made hers look small. The blond wig made me look like a hooker searching for a john. I had big tits and was showing a lot of cleavage. Making me blush even more. Embarrassed, I tried to stay balanced on the pins of shoes. Making my ass shake enticing someone to fuck me.
Leading me across the room to a short pommel horse. It had bolts on its legs with heavy metal rings attached. It was long enough to allow my torso to rest upon. I was quickly bent over and shackled to this menacing contraption. I did not fight one thing she did to me. She easily locked me into it. The design made my legs bend slightly at the knee. Leaving both my holes at crotch level, spreading my legs open, ripe for the taking. It seemed like I wanted this to happen.
“Just look at you, it makes me wet seeing you like this.” Hearing that made me wish my caged cock could get fully erect. I was heated by her humiliation of me. My head was spinning. Strange that she did not gag my mouth. I guessed the reason was to make room for a black cock.
She moved the g-string slightly and asked, “Are you turned on sissy slut?” Chills of excitement chased each other down to where her finger was lubing my backdoor. My body betrayed me as my hips pushed themselves back to find the finger there. She laughed. I was turned on, so much. I wanted her to fuck me stupid. She knew what I wanted and after last night, I had to admit I wanted to be fucked by her. The drug now fully taking effect.
I then felt the dildo she used to open me it slid in easily. My once virgin ass was full again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her toy grazed across my prostate. I moaned as she pumped it in deep. “Such a sissy slut, moaning like a whore. You like being fucked don’t you sissy?” I shook my head trying to deny the obvious. As I felt her hips slap up against my cheeks. She buried her strap on deep as it would go. Giving my ass a slap that made the cheek wiggle. Pulling another moan out of me. She worked that toy like any man would fuck a whore. Not holding back, she stretched me open for what was just ahead.
“God Cherry, you look so hot. Makes my cock hard to watch my wife fuck you!” As Wendy’s hips slammed into my ass. I moaned. Turner had come down to enjoy the show that his wife was putting on. His comments making me blush even more because of the truth they held.
“Easy Cherry I know you're a cock starved bitch. So I brought a friend of mine that wanted to meet you. Drake meet Cherry.” he laughed a little. The shadow pulled my focus to who was causing it.
This guy is hot. That was my first disturbed thought! My eyes instantly ran down his large chiseled frame. I found myself admiring his body, my gaze landing on his mammoth cock. It was big! I wasn’t going to be able to take it. A part of my head wondered what i would feel like. What?
“Nice to meet you Cherry.” He said. I moaned again from Wendy’s expert fucking. Before I could close my mouth, his hot cock entered it.
“That’s a good slut!” he said his huge cock finding the back of my mouth quickly making me gag. The tongue ring she gave me ran perfectly down his length stimulating him further. Wendy was drilling my ass with her thick cock that would rub my prostate every time she buried it in. I closed my eyes as the assault took place.
“See I fucking told you.” Turner said, “I knew she would like you.”
Drake pulled at the blond wig I was wearing to align my throat. He fed his entire shaft down my throat. The fat head of his cock passed my gag reflex. I could feel it stretch the cartilage of my throat. He pulled it out until the head rested on my tongue just so I could taste his pre-cum. Then fed it all slowly into the depths of my esophagus.
“She sure can suck cock! “ Drake said. He was right I just continued sucking on his delicious cock. Wait, what? I wasn’t enjoying this. Was I? I tasted his flavor as some drool ran out the corner of my mouth.
With another forceful thrust, Wendy made me cum. I could feel it drip out the hole of the tube. Drake’s cock muffled the moans; he enjoyed the vibrations on his fat cock.
“This sissy loves being fucked, my dick is so hard.” I could barely hear Drake's comment. I could feel the hot cum bubbling past the lace and run down my thigh. Taking a moment to realize it was mine. I opened my eyes to my left and there was Turner. Well his cock anyway. I wanted it. What was I thinking?
“Damn you slut, are you ready for another cock?” My moans and actions as it was...said yes. I felt Wendy’s toy leave my ass as Turners huge cock took its place. Moaning like a porn star, that just made them fuck me harder. I could feel every vein of his thick pole. Being fed big black cock at both ends drove me wild. I couldn’t think straight as I experienced pleasure like never before. My toes in the heels were curling as they barely touched the floor below.
Turner’s hips soon found the curve of my ass as he fed his thick cock to the hilt. Drake’s cock continued to fuck my face. He would pull it out to let me taste his pre cum every so often. It spent most of its time in my throat. Coated with spit that flowed out the corners of my mouth.
The guys encouraged my slutty behavior calling me names and as they fucked me to another orgasam! I could see a screen out of the corner of my eye, on the right, I was on T.V. Well it looked like a slutty catholic school-girl being spit-roasted by two big black cocks. More like something you would see in bondage porn, the girl obviously enjoying every second that they fucked her expertly. Turner made a comment to what was being taped. “Just look at that sissy enjoy black cock.” I blushed at the truth of his words. He started spanking my ass. I wanted it harder! Damn I did!
The last thing I remember them saying was that my wife was coming over tomorrow. There are going to be eight big black cocks fucking us both. Cum was running down my stockings flowing freely out of the tube. They both fucked me for what seemed to be hours. I faded in and out of consciousness they busted their nuts in my used sissy holes. Trading holes, Turners was the last cock that entered my mouth before I passed out. His cum was the last thing I remembered tasting. Fading away I envisioned several large black cocks waiting to fill me at both ends.