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At what age it can be definitely classed as that, is for lawmakers and
judges to decide. UK law is clear but not always a realistic guide. For
reasons of shame or guilt many gay or trans youngsters have found that
casual sex with much older adults was the only discreet way of exploring
their own sexuality, before they felt ready to step into the more
familiar minefield of emotional relationships with people nearer their
own age.

An age-limit there must undoubtedly be, and obviously for the protection
of vulnerable young teenagers it has to be rather a blunt tool. But many
adults (and not all of them 'retro-fantasisers'!) have told me they were
co-erced by no-one at 13 and 14, 11 in the case of one friend, into acts
which the adults with them could clearly have been arrested for on
grounds of 'paedophilia'. But the men themselves, at least in the
stories recounted to me, were certainly guilty of little more than a
helping hand or providing a rudimentary sexual 'road-map', not the more
universally despised 'predatory paedophilia' the tabloids
- so gleefully! - miss no opportunity to describe...



My justifications for those parts of the novel where real paedophile
urges - of an absolutely unacceptable kind in any context other than
fiction - are 'voiced' are

A) that I know them to be far more common as fantasies than seems to be
recognised officially, from first-hand experience of the men I have
served over the years.

B) From the age of 12 onwards, as my transvestism took full hold, I
repeatedly had them myself, always as the 'victim' of such scenarios and
often visualising myself even younger than I was, to increase my
'helplessness' in the fantasy. Indeed my own real-life woodland
ramblings as a TV teen were intended to make them come true! The worst
thoughts some of my characters express were no worse than the nastiest
fate I dreamed of and longed for for myself - at 13 or 14.

C) I believe in my personal right to think any thought I choose, however
wicked others may find it and even to write it down for other adults to
read. I do not believe reading Mein Kampf 20 times could turn me into a
Nazi, nor do I believe reading my novel (or any other for that matter)
can turn someone into a paedophile...

Read on.



AMSTERDAM

A novel by Suki Slut



Chapter 1

I am a transvestite. I started wearing my mother's and sister's things
when I was 13. One day when I was 14 I went up to the woods that backed
onto our garden. About half a mile from our house I found a quiet spot
in the middle of a large clump
of rhododendron bushes and stripped off my jacket and jeans. Under them
I was wearing stockings, suspenders, bra and panties. The thrill of
knowing someone might catch me like that was indescribable.

Soon ISoon I was regularly slipping up there. The first time I took
some of my mother's high heels and wore them in the wood transformed the
excitement I felt. My body seemed to change, pushing out my bottom more,
forcing my hips to sway girlishly. The uneven forest ground and the high
heels meant that I could only take take small steps. The knowledge that
I could not possibly make a run for it, and escape if someone saw me,
actually positively encouraged me to leave my discarded boy's clothes
and walk around the woods. But I was still so nervous that I couldn't
bring myself to actually walk along the paths where I might have been
seen. Instead I stayed in the bushes and at the slightest sound I would
freeze with terror.

And yet I knew I wanted someone to catch me like that. I wanted a man to
**** me in fact. So I began to take belts and ties with me. I would find
a fallen tree-trunk, tie up my ankles and knees, lay down over it and
then tie my wrists as best I could. Lying there with my panties showing
under a short skirt of my sister's, knowing that it would take me
several minutes to free myself was the most heavenly feeling. If anyone
happened to spot me I would be quite helpless, and it would be instantly
obvious to them that I was begging for it. What else could they think of
a 'girl' in a wood, tied up over a tree-stump with her panties
invitingly displayed and waiting to be lowered.

At home in the bathroom I had experimented to find out what being ****d
would feel like. I often pushed things up my bottom while wearing
undies. I knew that it hurt, especially if it was done quickly, and yet
the strange 'full' sensation in my tummy when my bottom finally gaped
around a hairbrush handle or deodorant bottle was ecstasy to me. And if
something was stuffed in my mouth as well the twin feelings of helpless
openness at each end of my body made me really feel that my body was
nothing but a long double-ended cunt-tunnel. Penetrated and gagged like
that, it was easy to imagine I was a schoolgirl being abused and ****d
by stiff greedy cocks. But two things were missing from my '****':. I
had to move the things in the spaces inside me. A, and I was old enough
to know by now that when a man fucked a cunt, mouth or bottom the climax
of his pleasure was only reached when his balls tightened and sent jets
of hot milky sperm gushing into the person he fucked.

My imaginary ****s were always incomplete and unsatisfying because my
virgin schoolgirl 'quim' and mouth had not been left soiled and oozy
with sperm. I began to hunger for the real thing. One day I was in the
bathroom dressed in undies and high heels, my face made up and my hair
done in soft girlish curls. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my
mouth gagged with some stained panties of my sister. The taste of her
vagina on the nylon made my mouth feel more like another cunt to be
fucked. The lacy nylon panties I wore were half-wayhalfway down my
thighs and my vaselined bottom was poised on the tip of a broom handle.
Suddenly I saw a bottle of my mother's face moisturiser on the shelf
beside me. It had a 'pump-action' top and the liquid inside the bottle
was a greyish-white creamy fluid. I grabbed the bottle and as I sank
onto the broom and felt it penetrate deeply into my belly from behind I
squirted the cream into my panties and over my stocking-tops. The
feeling inside me and the sight of the spunk-like splashes trickling
down my thighs made me come instantly with a shatteringly delicious
orgasm. I hadn't touched my cock and balls once during the entire
session.

After that I knew it was only a matter of time before I was fucked by a
mana man fucked me. In fact I began to feel guilty that I hadn't been
already. I would stare at my crimson lipstick-covered lips and cheeks
pink with blusher and whisper obscene dirty commands to myself.

"Come on, you dirty little slut-whore, get those panties down this
instant! Your mouth and cunt are there for men to ram their cocks into.
You are nothing but a little fuck-slut. You should be out somewhere that
men can lift your short skirt and bare your cheeky whore's bottom! Your
stupid tart's face should be full of a man's cockshaft until he shoots
his hot spunk-cream down your throat, bitch!! That is what your lips are
for."

By the time I was 15' I had realised clearly what I wanted more than
anything: to be enslaved by men. The thrills I had managed to give
myself until then had palled and become unexciting. I wanted - needed -
the thing I had simulated so often to really happen. I wanted men to
make me feel so used, soiled and dirtied that I would come to accept
that it was my function to be their sexual plaything, their cock-slave -
my only function. I wanted to be taken forcibly and gang-****d until I
was begging for more and the only thought in my head was to make my body
pleasing to them, the only urge I possessed was to feel my flesh
squeezing round their cock-shafts.

I knew where I had to go. One day I went to the local toilets. What I
saw written on the walls sent shivers of nervous anticipation and
excitement through the very centre of my body. There were long messages
from undie-slaves describing what they wore and what they were prepared
to do for 'Masters'. And there were detailed drawings of men fucking
boys clad in undies. I knew at once that I must put my name up on the
wall and offer myself to be trained as an obedient maid, like the
others.

I had never thought of it before but now realised that I needed
a name, a female identity. I wanted something that no-oneno one else
would pick. There were Wendys, Paulas, Jennys, Amandas, Tracys, Julies,
Samanthas. All the common - and 'common' names - were there: whores'
names. My sister's middle name was Susan, but there were two different
Susans, a Sue and a Susie. I wanted my name to sound like what I was
for, like sex itself. I liked the 's'; spunk, slut, slit, spurt, squirm,
suck...suck. Fuck. I was there to be fucked, there to suck.

Suki...

...Suki Slut. Suki Suckslut. Suki Spunkslut. Suki Sexmaid. It was
perfect; unusual enough not to find I had a rival by the same name and;
rather oriental - , like one of those submissive geisha girls;, like
perfect china-dolls, who actually exist for men to use, and whose
fragile c***dlike appearances belie the fact that they are trained to be
subservient sex-slaves, and whose slim white bodies may not refuse the
kinkiest or most perverted whim of the men they serve.

It conveyed precisely what I felt myself to be and how I looked: a
schoolgirl whose very innocence was itself part of her provocativeness
so that the pleasure of penetrating and spunking into her should be even
sharper and sweeter, a girl whose slender young pubescent body existed
to provide a juicy tender quimslit and fresh cherry-ripe lips. A c***d
men could abuse and **** like a slut without a qualm or scruple.

My fingers trembled so badly I could barely hold the pencil. In a thin
spidery scrawl I wrote a message offering to accept the role which the
messages scrawled over almost every inch of those toilets suggested was
my only permitted one in a toilet. 'Slim pretty 15-year-old undie-slut
needs strict Masters to **** her into submission, teach her that her
body is their property and train her to be an obedient sex-maidspunk-
slut for kinky toilet orgies. Suki.'

Though I did still occasionally go for walks in the woods after that to
re-experience the frisson of excitement at being a flirt out in the
open, I now spent more and more time at the toilets, where I felt even
more defenceless and frightened than hiding deep in some bushes. I would
go into a cubicle, lock the door, undress and then dress as a girl, all
the time hardly daring to breathe I was so quiet. Hearing men so close
by, at the urinals and in the cubicles on either side of me, even
catching glimpses of them wanking through holes in the partition- walls,
and knowing that they only had to look over the top to see me, created
whirlwind storms of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

Terror churned through my veins as the cold breeze swept up my
stockinged legs and round flimsy red nylon-and-lace panties that clung
to my bottom. I saw messages under the one I had written and shrank
against the back wall with fright at the thought of the men who had
written them being the ones on either side of me.

"I'll teach you to worship my cock, Suki bitch. Be here at 8 pm next
Tuesday and I'll make your bum take all my 8 inches."..." ... ""Report
for duty on Sunday at 2-o-clock to begin your training, tart. You'll be
on your knees licking my balls and cock, begging me to spunk down your
throat, you impudent cheeky bitch!! Then you'll take down your panties
for another Master to ram his knob in your quimslit and we'll fill you
full of spunk from both ends at once. Sluts like you are only fit for
one thing: to be your Masters' cock-slave!!" "... ""This little fucking
tease never turned up! Where were you, whore? Be here next Sunday or
else!!" "...""Tina, genuine undie-slave, will be here if Suki doesn't
turn up, Master. Excellent O & A grades, and all kinky whims obeyed.""

I was so close to the moment of my initiation and yet still so far.
Notes came under the partition.

"Lovely shoes. Let's see your bum, slut. Stand opposite hole.' I grew
braver, but still, whenever I felt a shadow above my head, or after a
minute or two posing in front of a hole that I knew had a sex-hungry eye
glued to it on the other side, I fled terrified.

One day a few months after I had first written my message, just before
my 16th birthday, I was in the middle cubicle. I was usually shy of
going into it since I knew that the hole between it and the one to its
left was as large as someone's wrist. But it was the only one free and I
dashed into it, avoiding the interested gaze of two men at the urinals.
There was a piece of toilet paper stuck over it and I left it there as I
changed, trying not to make the smallest sound as I slipped my mother's
slinky black high heels on. With shaking fingers I put on eye-shadoweye
shadow, cheek blusher and the reddestsome deep crimson lipstick I had
found in my sister's make-up box. I ran my fingers through my hair until
it stood up in soft wavy curls, thenand then checked my face in the
little hand-mirror I always brought. I looked like a girl aged somewhere
between 14 and 17.

I bent and slipped a leather belt round my ankles and pulled the buckle
tight.

To my left I saw the gap between the wall on the left and the floor
darken. Then there was silence for a few minutes. I heard the men
outside whispering. Two stalls away from me I heard a door open, then
close, then a soft rhythmic sound and someone panting. The smell of sex
was all around me. On the floor at my feet there were several glistening
splashes whose cloudy grey colour told me they were sperm-drops from the
cocks of previous occupants.

I began to feel dreamy and strange in this dimly-litdimly lit temple of
male lust, its walls covered in graphic pictures and stories of of the
things that had taken place there. I felt like a sacrificial virgin
waiting for the priests to drag me to the altar where the crowd would
roar with delight as I was stripped, penetrated, and simultaneously felt
the High Priest's Cock enter me and saw a gleaming blade flash down and
sting my exposed neck. The highest honour - the one all the 'girls' of
this secret 'other' world were trained for, but only a select few, the
freshest, prettiest and most virginal were chosen for - to die upon the
High Priest's cock for the pleasure of the assembled watching crowd.

A piece of toilet-papertoilet paper floated under the left-hand wall.

"Get on your knees this instant and suck my cock, you teasing little
slut! That is an order, bitch." Suddenly the flimsy paper over the hole
in the wall was pushed away and a gleaming red stiff knob came through
the hole like a snake looking for its prey. As if hypnotised by it I
knelt facing it. Very slowly I leaned forwards and with a shock that
tingled through every nerve-end in my body, my lips touched the oozing
slit in the centre of the knob. It thrust against them as more of the
shaft slid through the hole. I seemed to have no strength to resist as .
Mmy lips parted and the hot flesh slidthat purple 'thing' slipped into
my mouth. The gag that filled my cheeks was no longer an inanimate pair
of my sister's soiled panties but the living throbbing flesh of a man's
excited sex.

The butterflies turned into liquid churning masses of snakes in my tummy
as I felt my cheeks glowing scarlet. Now at last I knew - truly knew -
what an utter little slut I must be with that overwhelmingly dirty thing
crammed tightly in my mouth. Shame raced through me from head to toe
like that dirty wall of pyroplastic smoke roiling towards the
Pompeiians' humdrum lives. Mine would be almost as transformed by the
next few minutes as theirs was that day.

The sex motor whirring in my brain for four and a half years was Shame,
from the moment of that first act. Now it had just discovered Nitro was
much more fun than the almost non-combustible parafin of my woodland
nymphet rambles. Shame had afterburners now. It could practically suck
up all the oxygen in that toilet so that there seemed no air to breathe,
only this enormous angry sex-monster to be obeyed by my meekly-
surrendering mouth because...

...because a boy perverted enough to keep turning himself into teenaged
girl and then actually flaunting her in a place where she knew men went
for sex deserved to be put to the dirtiest possible use. What other use
could there be for her?

As if I had been doing it all my life - as if it were the thing I had
been born to do - my lips began to slide softly up and down upon the
warm stiff flesh. My mouth was at last doing what it was meant for. I
knew which part of my own little willy was most sensitive and ran my
tongue up and down just under the head of this monstrously large thing
that made my cheeks swell. I was oblivious to everything except the
sensation of my own helpless thralldom. I was terrified of my reaction
if the knob suddenly began to erupt spunk into my face, yet I dared not
stop.

Suddenly the cock slid from my lips and was withdrawn. I stared at the
hole, eager for it to reappear and frightened that I had displeased it
in some way. The thought became a certainty in my head as I heard the
door of that cubicle being unlocked. After a few seconds it closed again
and I saw the cock reappear through the hole. But then I realised with a
shock that it was a different one! The head was larger, the shaft
thicker. Far from displeasing him, I had been offered by him to another
man so that he might enjoy me as well!

That was a shot in the arm of high grade uncut freshly-smuggled shame.
My entire body was trembling like a leaf in a stiff breeze. I couldn't
stop it - any more than I could stop my mouth.

I began to suck this new cock. I heard doors opening and closing nearby
but was too busy to take any notice. The slut was on her knees, doing
what she knew she had been made for, what she had known for nearly 2
years that she must do. I heard a soft tap-tap and then, just as
suddenly as the first cock had disappeared, the second one was
withdrawn. I stayed on my knees, obediently waiting for a third to
appear.

Instead a piece of paper was pushed through the hole. When I read what
was written on it my heart leapt into my throat and I whirled round and
gazed at the door of my cubicle. A silent scream of pure despair filled
my head; my street clothes had vanished from the door-hook. I looked
round and saw that even my shoes had disappeared. The note said:

'Unless you want to walk home dressed like you are now, you are going to
obey your orders, you teasing bitch. Write your name and answer these
questions:

How old are you?

Age when you first wore panties?

Have you sucked cocks before?

Have you been fucked yet?

Have you been tied up?

Whipped?

Other experiences?'

I stared at the note blankly, my mind frantically searching for some
avenue of escape from this trap. I could think of none though. I
scribbled the answers:

"Suki. 15. 11. Not before today. No. Sometimes I've tied myself up in
--- Woods. No. None.' Then I added 'Please please can I have my other
clothes back, Sir.' and slipped it under the wall. A minute or so later
another message was returned.

'I know why you're here dressed like a tart, Suki; I've seen the message
you wrote, you cheeky little slut. For a girl who's never sucked a cock
before today your juicy little mouth wrapped itself round my knob quick
enough! You are nothing but a cockteasing little FUCKING fucking WHORE.
You Little pansified tartsPansies like you are born to belong to your
Masters and it's high time you were properly trained as our submissive
undie-slave. I will tap my foot on the floor three times and i. If your
door is not unlocked by then you'll be in big troubleI'll leave with
your other clothes. You'll have to open it eventually and when you do
you'll be made to bend over, your panties taken down and your bare bum
whipped until you are begging for mercy. Leave that belt round your
ankles. When your door is unlocked, turn and face the back wall and when
you hear your door open, lift your skirt.'

The shiny black toe-captoecap of a man's shoe appeared under the
partition. I stared at it with my heart thumping crazily. Slowly the
toe-captoecap raised and then tapped the floor. There was a pause and
then it tapped again. Before it raised a third time I reached out and
grabbed the door-bolt. I saw the foot lift and began to slide the bolt
back. The noise it made seemed like a deafening screech in my ears but
the toe stopped, suspended an inch or two off the ground. Suddenly the
bolt was free. I stood there with my knees knocking and remembering my
instructions,instructions; I turned to face the back wall. I was glad of
that since I was sure if I had to watch my door being pushed open I
would have fainted to the floor.

The hinge of the door creaked and made me jump with fright at the sound.
I felt the breeze grow stronger as it blew against my legs through the
open doorway. I was acutely conscious that for the first time in my life
men's eyes were drinking in the sight of the whole of my scantily-
cladscantily clad body, rather than just the small anonymous scrap that
had been visible through the holes in the cubicle walls.

I stood awkwardly, the toes of my stiletto shoes pointed in. My fingers
fumbled to grip the hem of the short black flared skirt of my sister's
that I was wearing. Then I began to raise it. I heard a low breathy
'Ooooh!' of pleasure as my stocking-tops, suspenders and the bare white
backs of my thighs were exposed. I lifted the skirt higher and knew from
the sounds behind me that at least two men were now staring at my bottom
in the red lace panties I wore.

"Put your arms out behind your back and cross your wrists, slut." came a
whispered command. I dropped my skirt and obeyed. Hands gripped my own
and I felt a leather belt being wound round my wrists. Then it was
yanked tight and the buckle done up. The hands released mine, but now my
wrists were trapped behind my back. I felt something being slipped over
my left wrist and tightened. Then hands passed it round my right hip,
and across my front and round my back over my left hip. My right wrist
was pulled across nearer that side and then a loop was slid over that
wrist. Then that was tightened.

It was a tie and its effect was to ensure that my hands could not curl
back and somehow loosen the buckle of the belt that restrained me. My
arms were useless.

"Lift your skirt and show your Masters your panties again, you teasing
bitch, Suki!" came another command from a different voice. My fingers
scrabbled to catch at the material of my skirt.

"Come on, quickly, you fucking whore!" I managed to raise my skirt until
I had it gathered into my hands behind my back.

"Oooh, fucking gorgeous!! She's just like a fucking teasing schoolgirl,
with her cheeky little arse begging for it in those knickers."

"This teasing bitch has let me down twice by failing to show up when she
was told to report." A hand touched my bottom and made me squirm with
fright so I almost lost my balance. A third voice chimed in:

"Me too. And her note said she's never had a cock in that juicy little
bum before." The voice whispered in my ear, the man's mouth close enough
for me to smell the nicotine on his breath:

"Oooooh...you pretty little schoolgirl moppet slut!..." The words
sizzled in my brain as he hissed them to me. "...Never had it up your
fanny before, eh? Is that true, tart?" I shook my head. "Promise, slut?
Never had your panties slipped down and a man's stiff knob squeezed into
your quimslit?" I didn't think broom-handles or deodorant bottle counted
and anyway I was now terrified of the idea of a cock going into me
there. I didn't want the man to think I was ready for it. I shook my
head again.

"You're really a virgin then? Say it, Suki...Tell your Masters you're a
virgin and we may decide to be nice to you and let you go."

"P-please s-s-sirs," I stammered. "I...I've...never done it...with a
man...I'm still a virgin." The hand stroking my panties suddenly
squeezed harder until the nails dug through the nylon into my bum-cheek
and made me wince. Someone slipped passed me on the other side and I
found myself looking up into the unshaven face of a large man with a
beer-belly hanging over his waist-bandwaistband. Below it his stiff
cock-shaft poked through his flies. He stared at me with glittering
eyes, taking in my little padded 'breasts' and slender nylon-encased
legs. The voice continued in my ear.

"I reckon you're lying about your age. You don't look 15, more like 12
or 13 at the most. We don't like girls under 14. They're too young to be
slaves. Tell us how old you really are."

I was terrified of those large coarse hands exploring the curves of my
bottom and desperate for them to let me go. I had only just begun to
reach puberty at 15 and my face was still quite hairless, elfin and
pretty like a girl's. I knew I looked much younger than other boys my
age and saw a glimmer of hope that they'd release me.

"I...I'm...I'm only 13, please Sir...I'll be 14 next month." I said,
hoping the truth that it really was my birthday soon would cover the
hesitation in my voice as I lied about which one. The man facing me
grinned and his hand stroked his cock. Two pairs of hands were now
touching me from behind and the man in front of me smiled and touched my
thigh with his free hand, then slid it up the front of my skirt and
squeezed the little soft bulge my cock and balls made in my pantie-
crotch. He said:

"She feels more like 11 or 10 years old to me." His fingers closed on
the flesh of my scrotum through the nylon and squeezed it until he'd
forced my little balls up into my tummy. His thumb pushed my finger-
sized willy inwards as well. "Yes, that lovely little hairless quim-slit
doesn't feel more than 10 years old at the most." His grin spread wider
as his right hand continued to rub the huge thick shaft of pink flesh
sticking up from his flies. I realised then that they had no intention
of letting me go and had deliberately tricked me into saying I was
younger than I really was just to make the thrill of what they were
doing even sweeter.

"What's a naughty little moppet of 13 doing in a men's toilets wearing
stockings and suspenders... and flashing her cute little bum in red lace
panties - unless she wants to be fucked..." said the man on my left. I
shivered as fingers slid inside the waistband of my panties at the back
and began exploring my naked bottom. A voice behind my right shoulder
said:

"Yes. Cheeky little moppet's begging for it, wouldn't you say? Heard
about what the older girls at her school get up to and wants a taste of
cock up her tight little virgin quim. Oooooh, feel that...her arse is as
smooth as silk. I bet she's flashed her tight-knickered bum at loads of
guys while playing on swings in the park...God, young schoolgirls are
such cockteasers!"

"Yeah! I think she wants us to slip her panties down and try her little
virgin fuckslit round our cocks..." I felt my panties being slipped down
off my bumcheeks. I was shaking with terror and whispered:

"No...please... please Sirs!... Don't... please..."

"What's the matter, little baby? Scared of how your quimslit will feel
when it's gaping round my cock? Cheeky little bitch, saying 'don't' one
second and then 'please' the next..."

"11 or 1213 is just the perfect age for these cockteasing little
darlings to learn what their holes are for. Once they're older they
start getting ideas and keep their legs shut. But if you get a little
moppet young enough she can still learn that her fuck-slits are there to
please men any time we want her. Teasing moppets like you should all be
****d and filled with spunk, to teach you to please men not tease
them." Suddenly he whispered very softly and slowly into my ear: "And
we're going to **** you...right...now...you little sweetie."

Sweat trickled down my body as my panties were yanked half-wayhalfway
down my legs. At the same moment the brawny arm of the man towering over
me reached out. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to bend
over.

"Here's a lovely treat for you, baby. A nice big hot gobstopper for you
to suck, moppet. Get it right into your mouth and give it a lovely long
suck." He said as he pushed my mouth down onto his erect knob. I gave a
muffled moan of protest as I felt something being smeared in between my
bum-cheeks but the fingers instantly tightened on my neck and a voice
behind me whispered:

"If you make another sound before we've all finished with you, I'll cane
your arse till you're really squealing! You're our cock-slave now, girl,
understand. Your body belongs to us, your Masters. That means we don't
exactly whatever we want with you. And you fucking well take it and like
it, bitch. From now on the only time you open your stupid mouth is to
suck your Masters or to beg for the next cock!!" His hand suddenly
landed across my taut naked bottom with three stinging smacks. "Hold her
waist still while I get it in her."

Hands went round my waist and gripped me tightly as my mouth struggled
to take the large knob that thrust upwards into my face. I felt
something press against my anal hole and tried to clench my cheeks
together to prevent it entering me. But, bent over as I was, my cheeks
were splayed -and parted. And as the pressure against my bottom
increased the man just said with a cruel little laugh:

"Oooooh yesss baby!!! Nice and tight!! Let's feel that 1213-year-old
quim-slit squirming to try and stop itself being ****d..." He gripped my
hips tightly and then I felt a searing stab of pain in my bottom as he
pushed me open and his knob went inside me. My eyes were squeezed tight
shut yet I could see a fiery red blazing sunburst of pain in front of
them. I felt I was choking, my mouth crammed to the back of my tongue
with hot flesh.

"Feel that, bitch!! Your hole is gaping round my knob. It's time you
felt the whole of a man's cock up your vagina, baby. Feel it, eh bitch?
Feel my cock inside your cunt, little cockteaser? Feel it r****g you,
little schoolgirl-SLUT!!!" I gasped and moaned as a tong of ice seemed
to thrust its violent way up inside my belly. The pain redoubled as it
seemed to come from two places now: the gaping forced entrance into my
bottom and a second pain deep inside me somewhere up near my waist, at
my very centre. I was sure I was about to die since it felt as if he had
pushed a 12-inch-long spear into my tummy. I expected to feel my own
blood streaming down my legs and into my high heels. The man's hips
pressed against my bum and I realised that he had thrust himself quickly
and mercilessly to the hilt inside me.

Before I had recovered from the terrible nauseous shockwave of pain that
his inward thrust sent through me something warm started to gush down my
throat. I gulped instinctively to stop it going down the wrong hole and
choking me, and in the same moment realised from the grunts and moans of
ecstasy of the man whose hands squashed my face against his belly, that
I was swallowing his sperm to avoid drowning in it. I had no choice; his
knob was rammed into the back of my mouth, almost making me gag and the
jets of spunk were shooting straight down my throat. I hardly tasted it,
just felt warm slimy liquid sliding down into my tummy.

Meanwhile the man behind began to **** my bottom slowly, his hips
squashing my bumcheeks at the end of each inward stroke. For the first
20 or 30 seconds each stroke continued the agony as my clenched bottom
continued to try and force his cock-shaft out of me. But he was careful
to ensure that his knob always remained firmly planted in my bottom each
time he withdrew. Slowly the pain subsided and in its place there began
to be flickers of the pleasurable feelings I had got in the bathroom so
many times before. As I felt it I remembered how much less it hurt if I
relaxed and accepted the thing that was keeping my hole so unnaturally
permanently open. I forced myself to make the muscles in my tummy relax.
Suddenly my body seemed to go limp. The only things preventing me from
slipping to the floor was were the hands round my waist. I felt a warm
comforting sensation spreading through my crotch and thought it was part
of my body's reaction to him fucking me. Then I realised something was
trickling down my front. For a wild second of panic I thought it was
blood. Then to my utter shame I realised I was wetting myself and my
warm pee was drenching my stockings. I hadn't the strength left to
clench my tummy again to stem the flow, and had no desire to feel that
awful pain return if I did.

"Oooh!" said the man on my right, holding me up. "The filthy little
slut's pissing herself! Go on, tart, drench your fucking skirt and legs
with piss. Ooooh I love it when these nymphets' vaginas lose control the
first time they're ****d and they piss themselves. I'm gonna cram your
steaming piss- soaked panties in your mouth and make you suck 'em dry
when I fuck your cunt, you little whore!"

The man r****g me quickened his thrusts as he heard the other one's
obscene intentions. I no longer cared so long as whatever they did
didn't hurt like the first few seconds had. In fact I was now slowly
becoming more and more excited each time the cock-shaft filled my belly.
Things I had said to my own reflection in the bathroom mirror began to
run through my head. '...little fuck-slut...there to be fucked...cheeky
whore's bottom...spunk-cream down your throat...' My bottom began to
tingle with delight at the sensation - the one I had craved: a man's
cock moving inside me while I stood there passively and was fucked by
it. The man who had just creamed into my mouth withdrew it from my face
and turned round. The one beside me holding me said to him:

"Are you going to take a piss?"

"Yes." was the reply.

"Hold on a moment. This dirty cow just soaked her stockings with her own
piss. Little tarts who wet themselves when they haven't been ordered to
by their Masters are naughty girls. They need to be punished...and the
punishment ought to fit the crime."

"Cor..." said the fat man, looking back at the speaker. "You really like
messing them up good and proper, don't you?"

"Why not? Look at the pretty little bitch: she's a natural, isn't she? -
So she better start learning to do as she's told. Look at that lovely
moppet-face of hers: don't you want to?" A wave of utter shock swept
over me as I began to have an inkling what he was suggesting, but the
thrills in my tummy were stronger than the revulsion at what I guessed
he was proposing.

"Yeah...'course. You know I like doing it in 'em...but...I just thought
maybe it was too soon on her first session-"

"No time like the present, eh?" said the man beside me. The big one
turned round again and the author of the idea said:

"Listen Suki, you little cock-slut, you wet yourself when we tell you
to, understand. Your punishment for disobedience is to swallow this
Master's piss. Every fucking drop, you hear?"

I stared with horror at the fat man's knob as he turned to face me
again. Even though I'd already half- guessed I was still stunned by the
disgustingness of what he wanted me to do. The cockshaft was only semi-
erect now and the slit in the centre of the purple-coloured knob, still
oozing a pearly drip of sperm, pointed straight at my mouth.

"Wait if you can." said the man r****g my bottom. "I'm going to shoot
any minute now. Hold off till you can really make it spurt down her
throat."

"O.K. I'll tell you when I'm about to."

A voice from above my head made me start.

"Cor!! What a gorgeous little slut! Oooh make 'er suck you!"

"She's just had my spunk. She's going to get my piss to drink in a
second while he creams up her arsehole."

"Ooooooh...ooh yeah!! Can I fuck her after you?"

"Yeah." said the man at my side. "I'm next but she can be sucking you to
get yours nice and stiff while I do her. Anyone else about out there
who'd fancy her? Tell 'em it's her first session." -

"No k**ding!?"

"Genuine. She was a virgin when she came in here today. We're training
her as our cock-slave so the more guys who spunk in her today the
better. We want her fucked into complete submission."

"Too right! Just what that lovely little bum of hers needs!"

It was clear now that my ****, which I thought would be over when these
three men had finished with me, was only just beginning.

"Get your mouth open, bitch. Any more disobedience and we'll finish off
this session with a caning, remember. Now say you're sorry for being a
naughty girl and wetting yourself without our permission, then beg this
Master to piss down your throat. Go on, whore, say it!" I felt weak-
kneed with humiliation as I began to whisper what he'd told me to.

"Louder, slave. So we can all hear you."

"Pl-please Sirs...I'm very sorry for being a naughty...girl and wetting
myself without my Masters' permission. Please, Master, piss down my
throat..."

The cock was almost grazing my lips now.

"It's...I'm...almost ready...yeah...it's coming...now. Oooh yeah!" A few
drops fell from the slit onto my tongue. Then suddenly a golden torrent
of it began to hit the roof of my mouth and the man instantly pressed
the tip of his knob between my lips. My bottom began to jerk as the cock
inside me started to thrust frantically. Then as I gulped and gulped the
warm floods of piss down my throat I heard the man fucking me gasping:

"Yes ooh yes oooh GOD I'm about to spunk in her 12 year old crack! OOOH!
AAAAHHH! UGH! UGH! UGH! AAAAAAAAH!!!" His cock was plunged as deep as it
would go in my belly and each spasm at the base of his cock-shaft
transmitted waves of delicious sensation to the tender sensitised nerves
in the part of me that gaped round it.

I felt as if the rest of my body had disappeared and all I consisted of
was my swallowing throat and the tunnel between my legs. I was just a
thin quivering membrane of tingling skin wrapped round their two cocks
and in the centre of me was a boiling cocktail of my Masters' spunk-
cream and piss. At that moment I knew I truly did belong to them.
Everything in my body was theirs after all! Everything from my madly-
gulping pee-drenched gaping lips to the fluttering ring of flesh between
my legs was filled with their flesh and what spurted from it. I was
their slave! Suki Sexmaid, body and soul!

At some moments I thought that this must simply be a bizarre perverted
dream that I would wake from with a jolt. The place - and what was being
done to my body - just seemed too unreal to be true. Yet I knew that the
sour taste of the liquid that gushed down my throat was real enough, as
was the unstoppable flow of sperm into my bottom.

Could such men exist: men who could take such keen pleasure from r****g
a teenage boy whilst pretending, as I loved doing myself, that she was
actually a girl - and a 12-year-old at that? I had dreamed and
fantasised so often that men like these existed - and would do what they
were doing to me, yet I always secretly suspected that they lived only
in my imagination and that when it came to it, in real life, they would
disappoint me by being soft, giving in to pity and letting me go if I
asked them to.

Even though I knew in my soul that that was the last thing I actually
wanted.

To discover that men existed whose lusts were as strong as my weakness,
stronger even than my craving to be made to satisfy them was shockingly
exciting. I dared not let my mind picture the whims, kinks and
perversions they would force me to submit to until they made me adore
them. The thrill I had pursued for two years had finally crystallised
into this moment: nothing else existed but this place and these men. No
desire of my own was permitted to me, no will but their will. My whole
existence was reduced to this sense of my own helpless enslavement to
these men. They had made time stop by filling the hollow space I had
always felt inside me.

I didn't care who they were, nor what they looked like. After all, the
victim doesn't choose her r****t! She must just submit - and having
submitted once, her soiled and humiliated body can be made to submit
again, and again, and again - more easily each time as her burning wall
of shame is made to crumble, washed away by each new stranger's jet of
piss and spunk, her outrage dulling until all she is conscious of is the
physical sensations in her raw frenzied nerve-ends, continually
stimulated to unbearable shameful ecstasy by repeated ****.

"...all of it; I want her belly as tight as a drum when I fuck her so
the little bitch pisses herself helplessly all over my balls when I ram
my cock up her!" The man's words floated down to my ears, and as I made
sense of them my body sang with pleasure like a taut violin-string being
plucked. Yes! Yes please Sir! Make me do it! Make me jerk and squirm on
your ramrod-hard cock like a rag-doll! Make me wet myself!! The words
filled my head with a constant chant.

Suddenly there was a single small sharp pain in the entrance to my
bottom and then an empty feeling. My bottom was sore but I didn't mind:
I knew it should be and I had not the slightest right to complain. I
hadn't been able to keep up with the fountain-flood of piss from the
knob in my mouth and quite a lot had flowed over my chin and down my
shiny pink lycraLycra top till it was as drenched as my skirt. Steam
rose from my body and I knew that I had been naughty again.

"I'm sorry please Sir I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it it was too fast I
know I'm a dirty little slut please don't cane me Sir please don't cane
me-"

"Shut your face, bitch!" said the man at my side, cutting off my
babbling apology. He let go of my waist and I heard the door being
opened behind me. I could sense there were several more men gazing
through the doorway at me.

"Wiggle your arse for these men, whore. Show 'em your spunky little
hole's begging for more cocks."

I moved my hips from side to side. The fat man slid passed me and I
heard him say:

"I'm off now. How about Sunday afternoon?"

"Yeah. Definitely. We'll have a real fucking orgy!"

"Great. See you then."

"What a cute bum it's got on it. And those legs! I haven't seen a sexier
undie-slave that this one. She really does look like a schoolgirl..."

"...Come on, Suki, let's see that cunt really beg for it..."

I felt the buckle of the belt round my ankles being undone. My ankles
were released and then hands pulled my sopping panties down my calves.

"Lift your left foot, slut. Now your right." I stepped out of the knicks
and was grateful that it was now easier at least to keep my balance. Two
men came pastsed me on either side and stood each side of the toilet
bowl in front of me. The one on the left was the man who had held me
while the first man ****d me. In his hand were my red panties.

"Open your mouth, whore." He stuffed the ball of wet nylon firmly into
my mouth, then he walked out again and said

"Now wriggle that naked bum around just like a girl dancing at a
disco." I started to move my hips again, though even with my feet free I
still found it difficult bent over and with my hands still firmly
secured behind my back.

"I'll give her a sniff of this. That'll get her going." said the man who
had remained in front of me. His hand appeared below my face and his
fingers clutched a little brown glass bottle. I could smell a strange
sickly-sweet smell from the clear colourless liquid inside it and was
utterly terrified. I hadn't the faintest idea what it was, but it was
obviously some kind of d**g - a sex-d**g - and I was petrified of what
they would do to me while I was under its influence. Perhaps it would
make me pass out, or even worse: perhaps it would make me too drowsy and
weak to resist them while leaving me fully conscious of everything they
did. My panic-stricken imagination leapt with dizzying speed through the
awful kinky possibilities of what they might do to me.

The man grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and then brought the
neck of the bottle up against one of my nostrils. With his thumb he
pressed the other one shut. I tried not to breathe, but with my own
sodden panties still stuffed firmly in my mouth and my heart thumping
with fright, I soon had no choice but to inhale the fumes. At first
nothing happened. Then I felt my heart begin to race. Warmth suffused my
body. Then suddenly without warning tingling waves of heat swept through
every nerve in my body. And from nowhere I was suddenly on the verge of
orgasm. B, but not the localised little thrill from my willy whenever I
shot the few little drops of clear liquid that were still all I could
produce.

It seemed to have nothing to do with my willy or balls in fact. It was
like the sensation I had had that day in the bathroom when I came on the
broom handle as I squirted face-cream over my legs and panties. But
still as different from that as a racing car from a push-bikepushbike.

Suddenly I knew what it was like: the orgasms that I had read about in
sex-manuals that women have. The d**g made me feel like a girl! A girl
brought to the very edge of sexual climax. As wave after crackling wave
spread through me it was as if every nerve in my body was in the soft
walls of my vagina, making the surface of the skin ripple with hunger
and excitement. I felt like the randiest, most shameless nympho slut in
the whole world! I was aching for it, dying for it!

My naked bum began to wiggle as lewdly as I knew how. With my knees bent
I sent it squirming in up-and-down circles. I wanted that tight little
ring of flesh between my bumcheeks to look like the most provocative and
irresistible fuck-slit they'd ever seen. My body was empty - and I
couldn't bear it! Unbidden, I began to take little paces backwards as I
danced to bring my bare white bottom closer to the watching men. My hips
were past the doorway of my cubicle.

"Yeah, that's it bitch!" said a voice. "Come on, get right out here and
beg for it, you slut!" I needed little encouragement. The belt round my
wrists heightened the sensation. I was nothing but a cunt - a soft
helpless cunt, with a pair of shiny red lips that could suck at one end
and a circle of tight tender flesh at the other that could cling and
squeeze like a pre-pubescent girl's seam. I kept backing through the
door with my bottom still doing its wiggling dance of invitation to
their cocks. There were 6 of them round me and every one had his cock
out of his trousers. I bent to one at random and rubbed my face against
the knob. I swung my hips round until I felt another touch my bottom. I
moaned and rubbed my arse-slit hungrily up and down on his erection.

I was oblivious to all danger; I didn't care if someone else came in
now. They would see me and know what I was there for. I was conscious of
nothing except my burning desire to be impaled upon the thing I felt
against my squirming bottom. Slowly - far too quickly for me; I wanted
that feeling to go on and on forever! - the sensations caused by the
d**g began to recede. But before they disappeared altogether I turned to
look at the man standing in the cubicle doorway still holding the
bottle. The Master who had ordered me to drink piss said:

"Give her another snort. Someone keep an eye so we can take turns to
fuck her." The man with the magic bottle came and held it under my nose
again. I began to sniff it straight away this time. He held it there for
twice as long, under each nostril in turn as his thumb kept the other
shut.

"Take the pantie-gag out of her mouth." The feeling began to well up
inside me again. I was a girl! A girl with her skirt up, no panties on
and her hungry little body aching to be penetrated by any cock that
wanted it. And there was something more, something else at the very
centre of that hunger.

A few short minutes before I had been frightened of what the d**g might
allow them to do to me. I was half-right: I thought that it would make
me physically helpless. Now I knew - and was thrilled by the feeling -
that it was far more subtle: it made me want them to do the dirtiest
things they could dream up. I wanted all of them to fuck me without
mercy in the dirtiest possible ways. I wanted them to use my body
without limits to explore and satisfy their kinkiest fantasies. I wanted
them to know that there was no sex thrill, no matter how bizarre,
obscene or humiliating, that they could not enjoy. I was their sexmaid,
their spunkslut, their cockslave!!

I began to whisper rapidly:

"Please fuck me, Masters. I'm your property, please do anything you like
with me. I'm a naughty dirty girl, please won't you fill Suki's sweet
little bot and mouth with your lovely hot spunk, Oh! Oh! Please Sirs
anything you like! I'm here to obey you and please you. Do something
dirty to me, please Mast- OH! UHH!!"

In a single thrust someone's cock tore my bottom open and sank deep
inside me. Men crowded round my face and a knob slid into my mouth. I
was in Heaven!! Their alternating thrusts in either end of me set up a
rhythm that made me sway back and forth on my heels, tossing me from the
hot shaft of meat ramming into my mouth onto the other and driving that
deep in my belly, which then slammed my face back onto the first again.

"Piss yourself, bitch! Go on. In front of all your Masters. Show them
all what a dirty kinky slut you are, whore!!" said the man fucking my
bottom. The bottle was pushed under my nose a third time and I inhaled
the fumes eagerly and deeply. My body was in a feverish stew of ecstatic
thrilled delight and my brain was a whirling screaming jumble of voices
- all of them mine - 'Fuck me!! Fill me with spunk till it pours from
every hole in my body!! Oh God don't stop, never stop!! Do something
else to me! Something dirtier! Anything!! ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! Within a
few seconds sperm was fizzling down my throat again and pee was running
down my legs. I felt the man's hand reach round my waist and push my
willy backwards till its tip was against his balls and my pee drenched
them as well. The warm wetness spurting from my helpless belly over his
sex excited him to his ejaculation. His thrusts became a series of rapid
jerks with his cock buried in me. I heard his whispered grunts of
satisfaction as the stiff flesh within mine throbbed with each spurt:

"Oooh YES!! TAKE IT BITCH!! I'M SPUNKING RIGHT UP YOUR CUNT, YOU LITTLE
WHORE, RIGHT! UP! YOUR! TIGHT! LITTLE! QUIMSLIT! YOU SLUT!!!"

My mouth became free again and was taken prisoner at once by another
man. Then my head was pulled off him to suck a second. I could taste
traces of the man's pee on his knob and was thrilled to the core by it.
My bottom closed with instinctive relief as the cock withdrew. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw someone with an enormous-looking cock going
round behind me. I trembled and tried to relax but although by now my
hole was very slippery and soft, I felt twin spasms of my first agonies
returning as my bottom was violently forced open for its third r****g in
less than 20 minutes.

The two men in front of me wanted my lips to alternate between them so I
did, now sucking one, now the other, each for 15 or 20 seconds. The one
who wasn't in my mouth would wank himself furiously until it was his
X6 ™ÀW"ddenly the man to the left of my face, whose cock was in
his hand at the time, hissed:

"Quick, let me have her; I'm going to come." i

"Oooh yeah! Me too, shove yours in as well!" He pulled back until just
the tip of his knob was between my gaping lips. The other stood close to
him until their cock-knobs were touching. Then they roughly pulled my
face down and forced both knobs into my mouth simultaneously. Both were
panting hard and I felt a jet of spunk leap straight into the back of my
mouth from one of them and begin trickling down my throat. He gasped:

"I'm - coming!" And instantly both knobs began to pour the men's slimy
sperm-juice into my mouth until I had to swallow some to make room for
the jets that followed it. I didn't want to swallow it all straight
away; I wanted to keep it there and experience the dirty thrill of
feeling my cheeks bulging with my Masters' spunk. It was very warm, with
a strong salty taste unlike anything I'd ever tasted before, and seemed
to fizz on my tongue like sherbet. And the slimy slippery creaminess of
it seemed exactly what I'd deserved, what the 'teasing slut' had been
asking for in fact: the dirtiest, most disgusting way they could soil my
mouth.

I wanted to show them all how utterly I was theirs, how eager for more
and filthier games, what a thoroughly obedient slave I was. As the knobs
slid out of my face I closed my lips to let the sperm fill the space
their cocks had occupied. I gazed up at the men round me and opened my
mouth. Spunk immediately streamed from my lips, running quickly down my
chin and neck.

Someone stood in front of me, turned round and bent forwards. His hairy
white bumcheeks parted until I was staring straight at the brown ring of
flesh, the size of a 10-pence piece, of his anus.

"Get some of that spunk on my hole and then lick it all off! I want to
feel that 12-year-old schoolgirl tongue right up my arse and licking the
inside of it clean, tart!" I could see the brown mark in the crotch of
his pants, a few inches below my face, could smell the dirty unwashed
state of his body and the vile odour from the fluted skin of his hole.
The d**g had almost worn off completely by now and although I was still
excited by the cock in my belly I was revolted by the thing so close to
my lips. My face shrank in horror at my order.

"No more Amyl yet." said a voice. "Make her do it. It's time this slave
learnt she's here for our fun, not her own hungry little bitch-cunt
thrills."

Someone grabbed my hair and yanked my head back until my lips were
forced to part and my mouth was directly level with the folds of brown
skin. Then suddenly the man fucking me thrust himself into me hard,
forcing my body to sway forwards and burying my face in between the
curves of the parted buttocks.

"That's it, baby! Let's feel the spunk ooze out of your face onto my
hole!" I pushed the slime out of my face with my tongue, which instantly
recoiled with revulsion as the tip touched his skin. "OOOOH YESSS! OOOH
that's lovely!! Go on, slave, work it all round my hole with your
tongue. Get some up it, girl!" I paused, frozen with horror. A hand slid
round my waist and I felt the fingers close round my balls and willy,
squeezing hard till I moaned with pain.

"Get on with it this instant, you disobedient little bitch, or I'll tear
this useless fucking thing off and really make you into a schoolgirl!!"

I put my tongue out and began to lick the slimy sperm back and forth
over the man's anus. He bent over more and said:

"Yeah! Now work it up inside with your tongue." I began to push my
tongue-tip between the folds of skin, all the time becoming more and
more aware of the second filthy taste mingling with the taste of sperm
in my mouth.

"Yeah! Go on! Keep doing it! Deeper, bitch, deeper!!" My tongue was now
in the entrance of his passage and I could feel his muscles clenching
and unclenching, and hear him moaning softly with delight.

"Oooooooh! Oh yeah!! Oh that's fucking great. Her tongue's right in my
arse now! Oooooh, how d'you like the taste of it, eh moppet? A lovely
spunk-and-shit milkshake! Now start licking it off slowly and swallowing
it. And each time you swallow it just remember your mouth and bottom are
identical. They're just fuckslits, bitch. They both belong to us and we
can do anything we fucking well like with them any time we want! Get on
with your orders, dirty little whore!"

I thought I would surely die of shame and nausea then as my throat
gulped down the slimy mess that was already in my mouth. I felt my
stomach heave and thought I was about to be sick but somehow I managed
to close my mind to what it was sliding down my neck and the feeling
passed. I licked some more into my mouth and swallowed that.

"Not so quick, bitch. I want to feel you savouring the taste of it while
that cock up your fanny gets ready to shoot some more juice up your
spunk-filled slit! This is what we use undie-slaves for - that's what
you are from now on and don't you ever dare to forget it, Suki. Get a
good mouthful and don't swallow it."

I licked several times until I felt my tongue was swimming in it.

"Now, give her another sniff." The man stood up and I panted with relief
at being able to breathe properly once more. The bottle was put to my
nose and this time it was held there until the tingling swarms of
excitement were crawling all over my body again. The man was facing me
now.

"Swear on your cock-filled cunt and your spunk-and-shit filled mouth
that you are our property. And then open your mouth and let it slip
slowly down your throat. We want to see you taste every drop of it as it
goes down."

I suddenly found that the thought of swallowing the filthy slime in my
mouth was exciting me, because it was what the man wanted me to do. Even
the nastiness of the taste seemed to excite me, because it was the taste
of my humiliation and my submission to him. It wasn't enough just to
repeat a mantra that my holes belonged to them. He wanted me to
experience the truth of the words through one of my most acute senses,
that of taste. I let the sharp rancid juice swirl onto the back of my
tongue and my brain was dizzy with thrills of ecstatic surrender.

I said the words and then swallowed slowly as he'd told me to.

"Now promise on your worthless life, bitch, that as our undie-slave you
will come here and serve your Masters whenever you are told to. That'll
be at least twice a week from now on. We found your address in the
pocket of your jacket so we all know where you live, tart. If you don't
do as you're told maybe your parents will get a nice long letter with
those filthy panties in it, telling them where their randy little
'daughter' likes to go and how many men's spunk she has in her belly
when she comes home again. And swear that when you are here you'll obey
Your Masters' whims in every way or face whatever punishments we choose.
Swear it, slut!"

The d**g made my eyes stare crazily round the ring of cocks and trouser-
legs round me as my hips began to grind themselves against the hips of
the man behind me. I felt like I was suspended off the ground, my arms
and legs tied, with nothing supporting my body but a pole going into my
bottom. I swore the oath eagerly, panting for breath. I just wanted to
excite them with hearing me say the words, and yet a small sane part of
my brain knew that they were deadly serious and that I couldn't retract
my promise later.

At that moment I didn't want to; I meant what I promised them. Yet I
knew that perhaps tomorrow I would regret it, but they had made it very
clear to me that it was too late already. They were prepared to extract
my
submission to my initial **** that day.

"Now beg to lick my arse completely clean."

"Please let me lick your bottom clean, Master." He turned and once again
his glistening wet bottom thrust out and pressed against my face. I
began to lick, and this time as the d**g slowly wore off, I found that I
still wanted the awful flavour of that cream in my mouth to remind me of
my humiliation and servitude. I felt yet more sperm pumping into my
tummy from behind and then the gut-churning pain as he jerked his cock
from my body. Someone else took his place, but their cock was so much
smaller by contrast that I hardly felt a thing as he entered me. I
squeezed him with the muscles in my anal ring so that he wouldn't be
disappointed with me. Soon I had licked the last traces of spunk off the
other man's bottom and not long after that could only taste my own
saliva again. The man straightened up again, turned round and began to
wank his cock an inch or two from my mouth. I stared at the swollen
purple knob jiggling before my eyes and thought:

'This is my Master; this plum, so hot and full of juice waiting to spurt
from it, is what my body was born to serve. Anything they do to me that
makes this thing ripen and swell even more, that increases their
excitement and makes even more of their wonderful juice spill from it,
is their right.' At that moment I had no trouble believing that my body
had been created to belong to this thing, looming so obscenely large
before my face. Whether I knew it consciously or not at 15, every ounce
of my body knew that, for me, sex and enslavement were one and the same
thing, with no area of one that was not part of the other.

My own sexual urges were intended to help enslave me; my enslavement was
intended to make me the property of these men. As their property even my
own sexual feelings belonged to them, and were permissible only if they
served to satisfy my Masters' whims and pleasure. I knew that all the
endless hours of solitary thrills I had experienced in the previous 3 4
years were at an end. No more seeing myself in the bathroom mirror as a
girl, i