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Dont Go Into The Woods!

The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.

“Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.






Prologue

I am standing here wearing a red plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt. It is so
short that although I looked in the mirror before and couldn’t see my white
satin panties I felt anyone looking at me could. My blouse is a white
collared blouse typical of what you’d expect to see on a schoolgirl. But,
the top buttons are opened lower enough to see a bit of my lacy black
bra. The sleeves are three quarter length. White schoolgirl stockings with
a lacy top (they must have come from an adult mail order house) rise up my
smooth hairless legs like a snake crawling towards its prey.

Dramatizing my look is a properly powdered face, a thin black line on my
eyelids and silver hoop earrings. This forms the backdrop for my “pretty in
pink” lipstick and a fragrance one could only call “Girlie.”

I have no one but myself to thank for these items.

My nails are manicured as well as my toenails and of course they are Ôhot
pink’. I didn’t pick these colors out but they were in my makeup kit.

My hair is a light auburn and over the past three months it has grown
enough for many types of hairdos. Right now it’s in a ponytail with, you
guessed it, a big pink bow attached to a scrunchie.

I’m wearing 5″ Stiletto heels that took me over a month to learn how to
walk in. With them on I am about 5’8″ tall. My mind drifted as I looked at
the foam pad with neck brace while Dick is fastening a red leather open
mouth ring gag. He was explaining how I had learned how to stretch my body
so my ass would be in the air while lying on the foam pad. And how
Ôcomforting’ the neckpiece would be. He laughed at the word Ôcomforting’.

He had also rigged a couple of hoops through two eye hooks in the wall and
said with my ankles wrapped in them it would help me stay in position and
besides keeping my legs spread a bit they would also make holding my knees
over my head an easier task. Of course this meant my ass would be facing up
towards the ceiling.

“If one of the men tell to get into your position it will mean here and you
must stay there until you are excused, Dick said in the same quiet voice he
had used for weeks.

“Do you understand,” he said closer to my face. I was nearly crying. These
past weeks had been an ordeal.

“Yes Sir,” I answered demurely as I had been taught.

Dick was definitely on edge with the other men arriving. Nearly all my
training over these weeks had been as if I wanted to be the girl standing
here. Dick had drawn so much out of me and a spanking was a learning
experience not a punishment.

Amazingly, regardless of my repulsion inside, I now obeyed every command.

The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first
in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it
was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive
about what would be next.

“Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big
I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot
in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I
heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned
the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.

Emerging from the big black Yukon SUV with muddy tires were seven men none
of whom were smaller or younger then Dick. I shuddered with fear as I
looked at them with my practiced smile and learned demur stance.

Even though I had become compliant on the outside and tamed on the inside I
had not reached any point of being ok with what was happening to me.

These men were old rugged beer drinking hunters. All had big guts flopping
over their belts. Some had beards and as I was soon to find out grooming
was not in their vocabulary. I also learned not much later they nearly all
chewed tobacco and had yellow teeth. Some were a bit toothless. But they
are appeared ruthless.

A couple of them headed to the trunk but one of them looked directly at me
and said to the others, “What a nice looking cunt we have here.”

But, perhaps I should take you back to the beginning of my demise about
three months ago.

Chapter One Ð The Unfriendly Woods

“Hello sweetie,” the gruff male voice sounded from behind me. I was still
squatting and had just finished peeing when this deep baritone hilly-billy
voice shocked me starting my adrenaline flowing faster then an open fire
hydrant.

“Just get up and turn around,” he commanded.

I began to pull my panties up but he told me he was pointing a gun at me
and for me to “turn around so I can see your pussy.”

Nervous tremors rippled through my body as I turned into my fear and saw
his gun.

“I don’t have a pussy but please let me explain,” I weakly answered hoping
this would all end.

I’ve always enjoyed my annual camping trips deep in the West Virginia
woods. Over the past 3 years I had only had one visitor pass by my camp
site while I spent my six night alone and dressed as a woman. And that
particular time it was just a friendly wave from across the wide river. I
was a bit shocked then but I took it in stride and continued my annual
event driving deep into the woods and then hiking about fifteen miles to a
small-secluded campsite on private land that I rented each year.

This area in the woods that I rented encompassed a couple of hundred acres
and backed up to thirty thousand acres of state forestland and many more
thousands of acres of Federal land.

Three years ago I saw an on-line ad about a secluded campsite. The thought
of doing this and then follow through of renting the campsite opened up the
ability for me to explore my feminine side. A side I had hidden for all 23
years of my life. I had always felt more like a girl then a boy but I had
never done anything more then wear a pair of panties until these trips
began.

The ad read “Complete hideaway campsites for $150 for a week with
assurances of privacy” and all I need to do was make a simple PayPal
click. Of course I had checked with the owner about such privacy and that I
wanted to be sure whoever rented before or after me wouldn’t be there when
I arrived. He assured me no one rented at the time of the year I was
renting and my privacy would be a certainty.

I started writing erotic romance novels when I was 18 and by the time I was
20 I was living on my own. I had no family since my parents were killed in
a terrible auto accident just after I had turned 18. I left the small town
I had been raised in and moved to New York. I just felt more comfortable
since I wrote under my pen name Gloria Summers. Even my mailbox listed both
my real name and my pseudo name since I got some mail for her. How they got
my address I will never know but I figured I should have both.

I lived in a very large apartment building and my mail was always forwarded
to my agent since she paid all my bills regularly. I wasn’t rich but it
was much better being my own boss. Sometimes I’d either lock myself in my
apartment or simply disappear and write for months alone. Once I had
traveled to Mexico and rented a villa while I wrote my third novel. I
didn’t have friends, well perhaps my publisher but she was well aware of my
idiosyncrasies.

And, in my fear of being found out I never talked about going to West
Virginia. The few who knew me thought I had gone to Maine each year.

Turning to face this intruder I could see his hand holding a mean looking
gun. It looked like those guns in the movies. I had even used one in a
story of mine, the famous Glock. Naturally I raised my hands and as I did
so my shorts and panties fell around my knees. I was exposed.

I had on those girlie hiking short shorts with a cuff. Hey, it was late
spring and the temperature during the day was in the 90’s at night it
cooled off to around 70. Besides if my balls weren’t showing I’d have
looked every bit like a woman. The shirt I was wearing made me look like I
had tits because of the padded and gel stuff bra underneath. In a way my
thought was, Ôthis may be better with me standing naked from the waist down
since he wouldn’t want to **** me since I was a guy. And more likely he
would be so repulsed he would just tell me to get lost. Perhaps take my
money but that was fine.

My lips quivered but he hushed me as his eyes focused on my privates and he
then mockingly said, “So what we have here is one of those Ôsissy’
girls. Right?”

These words came out of a big fat beer belly man. It was hard to figure out
how tall he was but his girth was substantial. He was wearing a plaid
lumberjack shirt and a pair of dirty overalls. All I know was my 5’6″ paled
next to him.

My backpack was still strapped to my shoulders since I hadn’t set up camp
yet. Everything I carried was for a woman camper. At my car was my change
of clothes. I had become bolder each year and this year I had decided to go
all the way. I even had a summer dress packed as well as a week’s supply of
panties. There was a makeup kit. And, I can’t think why I had brought a box
of tampons.

“Pull up your panties and shorts pussy,” he commanded and then said.

I started pulling up my shorts and panties but he said, “Wait, turn around
and let me see your ass first.”

There wasn’t much I could do with a gun pointed at me.

“Sweet cheeks,” he whistled. And before long we were hiking away through
the woods. Not on a path. We must have wandered onto the federal land since
the over brush was quite dense. However, he seemed to find each turn that
kept us from being caught in the brambles or stopped by other natural
barriers.

Finally we walked into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees was
this cabin. It looked pretty make shift from the front. Like something
you’d see in old pictures and wonder Ôwho could live there?’

Chapter Two Ð The Shack

The inside smelled of stale smoke and it was very messy but it was not as
makeshift as it looked from the outside. As you entered there was a very
large room with a good kitchen tucked into the far corner. One cabinet door
was missing and another one was hanging down from a broken hinge. They were
made of the cheap orange stained looking wood. The floor was a wide
rough-hewn oak plank oak.

The sink was stainless steel and had dishes, pots and pans all stacked
up. The counter tops were plain white, well now faded and chipped, Formica.

A round dining table sat sectioning off the kitchen/dining area from the
rest of the room with eight captain chairs surrounding it. The table had a
ceiling light with fan above covered in dust. One of the bulbs was burned
out. On the table was an ashtray filled with butts. There was also a mason
jar with what looked like tobacco chew spit.

However, the inside of the house seemed to have been ready for all seasons
since there was both a huge fireplace in the living room and an
air-conditioner through the wall to the left of the fireplace.

Dick had me take off my backpack and then handed me one of those plastic
handcuff things you see on crime shows. Once my wrists were in the loop and
I had pulled the plastic tight with two fingers Dick checked with one had
while he held the gun with the other to make sure the plastic strap was
well secured. Next he had me get down on the floor and roll onto my
back. He knelt over me putting the gun down.

I so wanted to escape but I wouldn’t be able to either get him off me or
get the gun, which was out of my reach. From somewhere he produced a metal
collar that was lined in the inside with a soft padding. He got it around
my neck and then he snapped it close. It connected on the side.

When I got up he told me about the collar.

“Pussy,” he said, “there’s a ring on the front and on the top for a leash
but more important is where I snapped it shut is a small cylinder about the
size of a Vick’s Inhaler.”

Dick explained this was actually filled with an explosive.

“The cylinder on your collar if detonated will blow your neck away. Don’t
try to remove it. Don’t try to run away,” he said.

After that he took me to the perimeter of the property showing me it was
well marked with red plastic tape dangling from tree trunks like you see
for markings in the woods.

“Now watch closely girl,” he said and tossed a cylinder like the one
fastened to my collar pass the red tape.

BOOOOMÉÉit exploded violently.

“Once you collar was set it cannot be removed by me. It is controlled
outside this compound so trying to escape is futile,” he said.

In a more mild voice he continued, “Now you will learn to understand your
role and you will be trained over these next weeks to obey commands with
complete and immediate obedience. I won’t need to raise my voice but
instead you’ll learn and it will become your mission to obey men and their
desires.”

From that moment on I was being trained though to me it was simply being
told what to do. Besides cleaning the house and washing the dirty clothes I
was given many other duties, as Dick put it, Ôwoman’s work’ and other
feminizing submissive roles.

Dick reminded me on several occasions he was not going to yell or shout
since he preferred a quiet home and a docile girl and he felt the collar
should be enough of a reminder.

“However,” Dick said, “a spanking may come at anytime depending on my mood
even though in times you’ll know before and may probably desire to be
spanked.”

I couldn’t figure out why I’d ever want a spanking.

But the first time Dick spanked me it had nothing to do with a
mistake. Instead it was a lesson. He had me come over by the old faded blue
couch and he hooked a small lead to the front of my collar and had me bend
over till my head was as low as the seating on the couch. He lifted a
small metal plate on the floor and there was an eyehook to which he snapped
the other side of the lead too.

Then he used some sort of Velcro thing around my legs in a eight patter
making me unable to spread my legs more then about 16 or 18 inches. At the
center of the 8 a lead came out and he hooked that to another eyehook
connected to the leg of the sofa

“Now for this lesson I want you to lower your panties only in the rear so
your ass is bare and then hold your skirt up with both your hands. In time
you won’t need to be tied but holding this position will take time to
learn.”

I had already had several obedience lessons and of course realized obeying
was easier then the alternative (being told to walk away) so I did as he
said.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs between my arms and legs and
suddenly I felt his big hand just smack my ass. Instinctively I screamed.

“Girl, there will be no screaming, no yelling. You can remain silent, you
can whimper or you can cry. But if you decide to whimper or cry make sure
it’s real and not an act or you will regret it.”

I could smell both the perfume I was wearing and the strong smell of his
sweat. My ass cheek stung then he slapped the other cheek. His hand covered
nearly all of my cheek. I held the painful scream inside me. Not a sound
came out of me except an exhale breathing.

Dick didn’t slap fast. It was more a slow painful slap and then a
wait. During the first few I kept silent. Dick stopped at about the seventh
slap and said, “Now let yourself go into your past and remember how you
could cry. Reach back and find that pussy girl you are and you will have
taken a major step forward in your new life.”

About the fifteenth slap I felt a little whimper out of me. Dick consoled
me saying, “Good girl,” and at the same time rubbing my ass. He waited a
bit before he slap my ass again.

Somewhere after the fiftieth hard full hand slap I started to lightly
cry. All of this spanking was taking time and I drifted away into somewhere
in the past. A girl was crying and I didn’t know who she was. There was no
rush by Dick. And so, at some point, I started hear myself crying like the
girl in my mind. I was that girl. Shortly after that he stopped spanking
me. He undid the leads and then told me to pull my panties up.

“Don’t touch or rub your ass after a spanking girl,” he said. “Just go
about your business. Did you enjoy that?”

Turning toward him and crying I obliged the rules and answered, “Yes Sir.”

“And,” he said coaxing me.

Of course I curtsied as I had been taught from day one. My thumb and two
fingers took hold of the hem of my skirt, then bending the right knee and I
said, “Thank You Sir,” as I rose.

Dick had told me just the day before, “I want you to learn the
following. From today forward you will have only four words in your
vocabulary and they can be used in only two phrases. You will not call me
Dick ,” he said.

The four words are “Sir, Yes, Thank You”

“Your only two phrases will be ÔYes Sir,’ and ÔThank You Sir.’ No matter
what the question asked you will answer ÔYes Sir.” And, you will have to
learn when ÔThank You Sir’ is appropriate. “Yes Sir,” will be your answer
to any question you are asked regardless of how you would like to answer.

You probably are wondering why I was so easily subjugated. But, I think
there are many reasons. Of course I already was submissive before all of
this happened. The video certainly pushed me into compliance but I think it
was also the way Dick carried out his training of me. It’s hard to say but
I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into what he was making me into. I was
the girl he wanted me to be. I am this girl.

A few days later I was in the kitchen washing the dinner plates crying from
spanking Dick had administered for my Ômistakes’ of the day. My ass was so
sore. I had spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting spanked for
when I said something under my breath. But, this would not be the last time
I was crying after a spanking. I would cry during every spanking after the
time in the living room.

Another instruction I had been given earlier today (There were many new
ones each day and at night I had to write them down. If I forgot one then
I’d be punished for that) put me in my place of complete sublimation.

Dick had called me into the living room in the early afternoon and had me
insert a disc into the DVD player. Before he started it he had me sit by
his feet.

He started the DVD and I watched. It was the same place we were in but
there was a man dressed as a woman. His features weren’t nearly as feminine
as mine. However, he was wearing a similar housedress as I had on and it
hemmed just above the knee as mine. There was a supply of women’s clothing
in a small closet in one of the 5 bedrooms. But this guy’s was also
stockier so the housedress didn’t hang on him but instead stretched on his
frame. It fit me very femininely since I tried to keep my weight at 135
pounds before and guessed I must have already lost some weight since
arriving here.

This was the first time I realized there must be cameras recording the
different rooms and outside. He walked outside and started walking towards
the perimeter. My eyes were glued as he neared the red taped trees.

The guy/girl kept walking and as he passed the trees the next part of the
video became gruesome. There was no sound track but suddenly you could see
a glow around his neck with smoke emitting and finally you saw his head was
detached from his body. It was flying up into the air and back towards the
camera before it fell out of view.

The rest of his body just collapsed and the DVD went to snow.

“Your choice girl. Will you be a good girl and do whatever you are told?”
Dick asked. “Or would you like to walk away as he did?”

I was shaking inside. A man had been killed. I didn’t want to die. It was
overpowering so I meekly answered, “Yes, Sir.”

The next day he had me tan in a bikini. The bra had holes cut out at the
nipples and I could tell this would make me look like I had areola. The
bikini bottom was a typical bikini bottom. The bikini was plain black. The
bra part bunched at the middle of the front and two small cups were held by
a thin spagetti strap wrapping around my back and tied in a bow. The other
two straps were each on the top of a cup tying in another bow behind my
neck.

He also used three water tattoos. You know the kind you apply with a wet
cloth and will last about 10 days. Above the center of the bra was the word
“girl” and above the center of the bikini bottom was a slightly larger
“Cunt”

I couldn’t see what he had stuck on my ass but I found out later it said,
“Spank Me”

For the ten days I sunbathed twice a day for about 30 minutes each
time. The last day of tanning was the day before the other men arrived. By
this time the tattoos had started to wash away and instead I had dark skin
except where the tattoos had been. The words, Girl, Cunt, Spank Me were
very easy to read against the tan.

But there were more rules and training. I had to practice my curtsy many
times a day with the “Yes Sir” and “Thank You Sir,” until it became
automatic.

When I was asked if I wanted a spanking I had learned to curtsy and of
course say, “Yes Sir.” It was humiliating but better then dead. And some of
my spankings weren’t for misbehavior. Others were simply because when I was
asked if I wanted a spanking and I had to answer “Yes Sir.”

A typical end of day example was like this. I would come over to Dick and
he would have me lift my skirt and lower my panties. He would be sitting on
the sofa and he’d grab my arm and have me bend over.

“Do you think you misbehaved today girl?” he’d ask.

Of course I would answer, “Yes Sir.”

“You forgot to say “Thank you Sir” after I gave you permission to
pee. Right?”

“Yes Sir,” I’d reply.

(Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had to ask permission to use the toilet at
first. Over time this changed. I’ll explain that later.)

After which I would be given ten hard hand spanks and have to say, “Thank
You,” when he was done.

Sometimes I would get many more swats then I needed to cry so my cheeks
would be streaked with tears. My mistakes were mostly for forgetting to say
ÔThank You Sir,” but there were others for not cleaning a dish thoroughly
or if he found a pubic hair on the toilet. Sometimes the spankings not only
made me cry during them but also long after especially when I went to bed
with my butt still stinging. Even in bed I was afraid to touch since I
thought he might be watching

One day Dick took me over to what had been an empty spot in the living
room. He had set up a chalkboard on an easel and a couple of feet in front
was a piece of duck tape adhered to the floor parallel to the chalkboard.

“Remember what I said about you would one day ask for a spanking?” Dick
asked with a sly smile.

“Yes Sir,” I replied and thought back to that spanking just a short while
ago.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve remembered your spankings since then. Right?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Soon there will be a group of other men here and making mistakes could
lead to a many worse spankings. So, this is an opportunity for you to
perhaps reduce the number of swats on your ass..

“However, I assure you this is a better choice,” he said and then explained
to me that if I made a mistake I was to come at the beginning of the next
hour and write my mistake on the chalkboard. I was also to pull my panties
down, bend over and hold my skirt up and wait for someone to come over and
give me an appropriate punishment after which I would be dismissed and I
should know by now my “Thank and Yes Sir.” “Do you now understand you will
ask for your spanking with the hope of mitigating your punishment,” Dick
questioned.

“Yes Sir, ” I said with a quivering voice. I knew this was another
behavioral change. And with that I was dismissed back to my current task
which was sewing a hole in a pair of underwear which was so old there were
still yellow stains the wash didn’t get out.

Then one evening I was wearing a thin satin negligee Dick had picked out
for me. It rubbed seductively against my cock. Actually, the feel of satin
against my body was one of the first big turn-ons for me. I could easily
cum rubbing myself through satin panties before all this. I had just
finished washing his boxers when I heard him call to me.

“Pussy, you almost done?” Dick called out from the living room.

“Yes Sir,” I answered nervously.

“Hurry up unless you want another spanking,” he mockingly said.

I hurried as fast as I could but I wasn’t allowed to run or walk normal. I
didn’t want another spanking but I had to walk slowly with my ass
wiggling. As Dick had taught me, “Have your pussy hole, when you walk, make
a man want to push his cock up there.”

I just wanted to go home. As soon as I was done I came around the sofa I
felt so naked in the flimsy negligee.

As I said before, Dick was a big guy. The sofa was indented with him
sitting there. He must have been over three hundred pounds, I thought as he
handed me a DVD.

“Go put that in the DVD player and come sit by me,” Dick said.

I took the DVD and walked over to put it in. Of course I was hoping it
wasn’t like the other DVD. I was so scared.

The disc was black with yellow block print. All it said was Lessons. And
then I turned and started back towards the sofa. I didn’t want to look him
in the eye so instead I just looked at this disgusting fat man with stained
plaid shirt as his hand patted where I should sit. I thought I knew what
was going to happen but I didn’t want to believe it.

Up to this point I had only be spanked and trained but as I turned to sit
down and his hand caressed the back of my leg. I felt his fingers going
under the skirt touching my ass. I couldn’t sit right away with him
touching and probing. Finally he had me sit. I felt so tiny next to him and
I smelled so girly while he emitted a strong smell of testosterone.

The film had started and Dick put his arm around me. “You will do
everything in this movie and more and you will do it always with a sweet
smile and a Ôyes sir.’ he grinned as he talked.

The movie played and although the guy in the film a bit younger and not as
fat as Dick he was still nasty. Just as I saw the guy in the movie start to
finger the girl Dick put his hand between my legs.

“Well Pussy girl, do you understand you will do anything I ask or any man
asks immediately, without hesitation and without complaint?” Dick asked.

“Yes Sir,” I said my throat dry.

This was the beginning of my sex servitude lessons. As I’ve said before,
more and more I sank into this docile obedient girl. He coaxed me to rub my
Ôpussy’ while I sucked his cock and said if I could get myself to cum when
he did I’d get a pleasant surprise.

Well of course that didn’t happen but I was surprised when he touched me
there I did get a bit hard. He laughed a bit and said I was a “real girl.”

What was also weird was I never felt like I was enjoying myself but more
like I was allowing myself to be used and to be controlled.

Much of the time Dick wasn’t harsh but nearly always I was taught or
perhaps a better word Ôconditioned’ to be a particular type of girl who was
also a boy. I learned how to walk in heels in short steps. And although I
had walked in heels this was different. Once I forgot to put one foot in
front of the other so my ass would sway I immediately went to the
chalkboard and wrote it down bent over waiting with my white satin panties
lowered just below my ass, my hands holding my blue flowered skirt up. I
must have waited about 15 minutes before Dick came over. He didn’t spank me
then or later. Without even realizing it I began to immediately go to the
chalkboard on the hour for things I thought I had done wrong.

When I chipped a dish once I was standing there on the duct tapeline
waiting. He came over and lubed my hole pushing a butt plug up

As I said my duties included keeping the cabin clean, washing the dishes
and clothes and also cleaning Dick’s tobacco juice Mason jar. Unfortunately
there was neither a dishwasher nor washing machine so I had to do
everything by hand in the large restaurant sink.

But, I did get good long spankings at times. They mostly turning my ass red
not blistered. However when I was instructed on Ôhow to sit’ my ass
stung. Dick had me lift my skirt and then sit down so I wouldn’t crease my
dress. And, with my ass burning hot from a spanking sitting was not the
most comfortable thing in the world especially my bare bottom on the coarse
fiber chair seats. The various lessons and rules went on day after day. Of
course there were only four words I was allowed to say. I wasn’t allowed to
start a conversation nor end it. I was only to reply with the “Yes Sir,” or
“Thank You Sir.”

I was taught to sit with my legs slightly spread apart so men could see my
panties and would want to fuck me. My various cleaning duties were
inspected each day Dick explained this was for me to have a more pleasant
time when the men arrived.

And although I had to stand in the corner many times with my skirt up and
panties down, ass burning from a good over the knee spanking I also was
given time to relax or nap. Among the hardest things to learn was the kiss
especially from a fat old guy who was sticking his tongue in my
throat. Funny how a French kiss could be more humiliating then sucking his
dick.

I was taken several times around the perimeter so I’d know the boundaries
even at night.

The cabin had five bedrooms, one bath and the large main room with giant
fireplace, kitchen and dining table. From the outside it appeared as a
hunting cabin but inside it was a tad more civilized. Although the floors
were wood plank various carpets of fur and fabric were laid out with a bit
of woodsy dŽcor.

The kitchen was functional and there was even a small room off of the
kitchen with several stocked freezers. I don’t know what generated the
electricity but really only the lights; refrigerator/freezer and ceiling
fans were electrified. Oh, and the scant bit of hot water too.

The four bedrooms were quite Spartan with knotty pine paneling, typical off
white ceiling and trim pain. There were two single beds in each room and
each had a dresser though none matched.

A small alcove was cut into a wall of the kitchen housing a vanity table,
chair and a wood poll for hanging clothes. This would be my domain. Even
though I knew make up there were many more items then I carried with
me. Dick explained the girls of the past had left these as I would leave my
stuff when I left. That seemed reassuring. The idea I would leave someday.

A routine began to develop over the months.

At some point Dick added something new to the spanking. He told me I was
going to learn to have a spanking, cry and have an orgasm at the same time.

The first training of this was the following way. He called me in one day
and he had a sex tape running and told me to watch. It was a very simple
man and woman sex tape.

After it ran for a bit I felt some urges going on. I always related to
porn. But then I felt his hand rubbing my penis through my satin panties. I
got harder

“Good girl,” he said, “now bend over and hold your skirt up.”

Then he pulled my panties down a bit and put his lubed hand over my cock
saying, “You can orgasm and continue to be spanked until you cry. You can
cry and orgasm at the same time. Or you can cry and continue to be spanked
till you orgasm.

Then he started to jerk me and spank me. The first time I had an orgasm
before I started crying so he kept spanking me till I cried.

Over time I learned not only to cry and orgasm at the same time but even
for me to simply rub myself through my panties without lube and to orgasm
as I was crying from being spanked.

In time I associated spankings, tears and my little orgasm as if they all
went together. Often I’d be hard when getting just a spanking and when I
was allowed to please myself. Pleasure and pain blended together as I
drifted lower into the desire of humiliation and degradation.

Of course I was instructed Ônever’ to play with myself without permission.

Dick also said what I did was more of a feminine orgasm not man cum and so
from now on I was to think of my clit and my g-spot and that I was just a
girl.

He would ask me after I squirted if I had Ôsquirted pussy juice?’

I would answer, “Yes Sir.”

Sometimes he replied, “Good girl,” and he’d give me a treat, like a piece
of chocolate.

In time I associated with the words Ôgood girl’ as well. Sometimes I wanted
him to spank me and let me squirt.

He also taught me to get hard without release depending on various things
besides spankings. Like when I was sucking his cock or he was feeling me
up. As I said before, I had spankings with my little hard-on yearning
away. One time I almost squirted without even being touched. Often I’d leak
a little pre-cum. When I did Dick would say, “good girl.”

My bathroom control was simple. I was to stand by the bathroom door and
squirm like a girl needing to pee. If I needed to poop I was to stand there
with my panties down to my knees.

He always let me go poop but he often let me squirm for a while and a
couple of times I’d leak a bit. Once he spanked me when I needed to go but
had wet myself a little. Before I knew it I was crying and peeing myself. I
was so ashamed when he stopped and said, “girl you need to learn some
control.”

Sometimes he watched me pee. He also had trained me to pull my panties just
to my knees and sit down on the toilet (I wasn’t allowed to use the toilet
seat) making sure all of me was tucked in so I only showed my pussy pubes
and thus appeared like the girl he said I was.

Everyday, every moment was training but eventually things started to come
naturally to me. I walked with the sway. I knew when to whimper and when to
cry and I became this creature of his.

Chapter Three ÐThe Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old
beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as
Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked “thank you Sir,” into me many times
over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered “Yes Sir,” as the first burly man
started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in
with a different remark followed my either a “Yes Sir” or a “Thank You
Sir.”

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in
girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, “Oh, you will do
nicely,” and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage,
cases of beer and booze etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I
noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my
neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men
gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the
conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting
away from the everyday.

One man called out, “Bring me a cold one,” to me. I had been taught how to
serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the
cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and
carried it out Ôbarmaid’ proper. But in serving it there was a
difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, “you have a nice ass girl and
you smell pussy perfect. “Did you wear that perfume to entice us?”

Nervously I answered, “Yes Sir.”

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties
were pulled down to my ankles.

“This is great,” the man said, “so this just screws off?”

Although I didn’t know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got
from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.

“You guys have to see this. She has a pussy,” the man continued and one of
the other men came to look and also confirmed his comment.

“You’ll have to look how pink and sweet it is when you get up here,” the
first man said.

I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly
laughing.

“Wait,” Dick called out, “don’t forget whoever is last to use the plunger
cap on the mantel not the one removed. What is will do is pretty
self-explanatory. Our spunk will be forced into her butt when she stands it
will not flow back. Like a backwash valve on a toilet.”

From the back of the room I heard one guy say, “I so enjoy when we come out
here and get to try the kinky sexual devices we make at home. Whose idea
was this one?”

Dick smiled and took credit.

The man above me laughed. His pants fell to the floor with the belt
clanging. He put the key and whatever he had undone on the fireplace mantel
next to us.

“Now girl, this is what is going to happen. I’m going to jerk off into your
pussy and so will the other seven men. When you are fully loaded we’ll push
our cum down into you and your plug will be capped and you will serve
us. Do you understand what serves us means?”

Tears began to well in my eyes as I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“And while we are here after anything one of us MEN does to you or with
you, you will always say Thank You,” he continued.

“Yes Sir.”

When he was finished he slapped my ass he picked up a magazine from the
mantel. I could see if was a porn magazine from the cover as he stood there
looking at it. Then he started jerking over when he started to come not all
of it went into the plug some landed on my balls. He exhaled when he was
done and over the next hour the other seven men drained their balls into
the plug.

The last man took the other device from the mantel and said “Bottoms up,”
mockingly as he inserted it and twisted. At that moment I knew it was a
mini plunger. While the other men came I felt some of their spunk seep
through the butt plug into me. Now I knew the rest was being pushed past
the nozzle of the plug and deep inside me.

The Man said, “All done, now get up and get me a beer.”

I got up and although I couldn’t really feel their cum sticky inside me my
mind knew it. I began to walk to the kitchen when he called me back.

“Girl have you lost your manners?”

I could only answer, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

“Go get my beer and then come back here for a good spanking.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered in a frightened whisper and started walking to the
kitchen.

“Hey always wiggle your ass. Shake like the cum cocktail waitress you are,”
he said loudly.

I wiggled to the kitchen but when I was walking out with the beer I was
afraid I’d drop it so I couldn’t wiggle much.

I bent over pouring the beer into his glass. There were a eleven beer
glasses and Dick had told me to be sure always to have a nice clean one for
each man.

The man had a gray unkempt beard and although I didn’t know their names I
could easily distinguish them. None were completely clean-shaven. They were
all dirty old men who acted like I wasn’t the first.

“Are you ready for your spanking?” he asked.

“Yes Sir but may I first go pee?” I replied.

The man turned to Dick and said, “I’m glad you left the toilet training to
us.”

He turned to me and asked, “Do you know how an indoor bitch gets toilet
trained?” The man didn’t expect a reply but continued, “a well trained
bitch, and I’m talking dog, waits till her master takes her out to do her
business. And, a bitch in heat is happy to sniff ass and be fucked. You
have seven Masters and you will be a bitch in heat from this day
forward. So from now on we will know when you need to eat and when you need
to piss and shit.and where. Do you understand?

Shamefully I meekly answered, “Yes Sir.”

“GoodÉnow take that butt plug from your ass and put it into your mouth then
bend over and don’t lose a drop of our man juice.”

I was sobbing a bit as I pulled the plug out of my ass making sure I
tightened my sphincter to hold the seven loads of cum inside me. My mind
thought about being a Ôbitch in heat’ and having to wait for a Master for
me to relieve myself etc.

The plug tasted funky as it slipped over my pink lips into my mouth.

“All the way in just like it was in your ass. Your ass and your mouth are
now both a pussy and an ass. Close your lips around the narrow part as your
asshole did. You don’t have a mouth now just a vagina and an asshole.”

It wasn’t very long but it was a bit bulbous. When I had pushed it all the
way in with just the outside plug part showing it touched the back of my
throat. Just near the gag reflex.

“You see guys, the plug is perfect. She will learn the thrill of being
throat fucked and how to let the gag be a part of her bitch duties, the man
said as he had me bend over.

Holding my ponytail (my hair had grown since I had been there and it was
blond now. Dick had me bleach my hair, my pubes and even the area around my
asshole. That had hurt

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

His open hand slapped against my ass. Hard but not blister Hard.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

And each slap after he’s ask me a question

“Will you be a good cunt?” “Yes Sir,” I answered.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Is your mouth a vagina?” “Yes Sir.”

My ass began to heat

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you our cum slut?” “Yes Sir.”

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you here to serve men?” “Yes Sir.” SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you a bitch in heat?” “Yes Sir.”

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Do you know how to curtsy? “Yes Sir.” (I had been taught by Dick)

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

This continued on for sometime. I was crying now. Dick had trained me not
to yell or scream. Just to either cry or whimper. And the spanking was
expertly given. I knew my ass was red and the heat would last for hours. I
also knew I wasn’t allowed to rub my ass.

When he was finished he had me pull my panties up and thankfully I
remembered to say, “Thank You Sir.”

Seven men would control my life and I had to please each of them separately
and as a group. My head ached as I stood in the kitchen in front of the
sink only wearing panties, bra, garter belt, stockings, a dainty apron
hooped over my neck and tied in a bow around my waist. My toes a bit
arched in my Mary Janes. This was my waiting position. The men could easily
see me. They could see my ass filled with their cum. The view from the
living room to the kitchen was open. A small dining table was a bit off to
the side between the two rooms. I could hear the men talking but not what
about.

Chapter Four Ð The First of Many Days.

I had to wait till one of the men woke up and took me to pee and poop.

The tallest man, he was about 6’4″ came into the kitchen and put a package
down to the side of me saying, “You are a whore slut, aren’t you?”

Standing over the sink I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Then softly say ÔI’m a whore slut’ until someone tells you to stop.

I had forgotten to say “Thank You Mister,” (that’s what he wanted to be
called) so he spanked me several times on my already reddened ass.

“I’m a whore slut,” I said almost in a whisper.

“I’m a whore slut.”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

And finally the day came to an end but before I could go to sleep two of
the men went out to the car and brought a large trunk in. It was pink with
the gold corner bracings. They also brought in a large dog sleeping bed and
a cage. They put the bed inside the cage in the kitchen.

“Be a good girl now and get down on all foursÉ. wiggle your ass and go into
your new doggie home,” one of the men ordered me. He had the largest cock
head of them all. I had sucked it earlier. It wasn’t very long but it
looked like a swollen fruit on a on a tree branch. I was afraid if he stuck
it in me it would be like a dog knot.

I had been allowed to take the apron off. I was happy for the warmth in the
house. When I got down on all fours he pulled a bit of the bottom on my
panties and cut a hole. Then he eased a butt plug up ass. The plug had a
tail on the end and it was weighted.

“This should hold you till morning,” he said as he locked the cage

“Yes Sir, Thank You Sir,” I answered as I was locked in for the night. I
fell asleep crying.

Chapter Five: Time Goes By

Over the next week there were major changes. I wanted to run through the
woods and not care if I had my neck blown off but I was to chicken. They
had chosen well. I would be their girl. Even more I would be their bitch.

My cage rattling and a deep baritone voice saying, “Okay bitch time for you
to do your business” awakened me. Looking up I saw the fattest of the men
standing with a leash in his hand.

“You are going to be house broken this week bitch. Just like any dog you
will be taken by leash to go do your business outside. When I open the cage
you will crawl out and I’ll snap the leash on you. Then you will crawl
outside and sniff around for a good place. And once you’ve found it you
will pull down your panties, pull out the plug if you have to poop or if
not just pee and be the bitch dog you are. Have you ever seen a bitch
Labrador do her business?”

My ears hurt from this new degradation but my mouth opened and said, “Yes
Sir.”

He opened the cage and I crawled out. The leash snapped into place and the
man walked towards the door. If I were a bit slow he’d pull on the lead. I
wasn’t too fast even though I really did need to pee. I didn’t know if I
needed to poop since the plug made me feel like I always did but this was a
good time to get their cum out of me from the night before so I figured I’d
give it a try. Also, I figured if I could learn to poop once a day it would
be a plus.

From that day forward I would be taken out and I had to learn that instead
of standing by the bathroom squirming I was to be at the door on my knees
at specified times and wait or when a man decided to take me out for a
walk.

It was always embarrassing for me to kneel down and then have the leash
clipped to my collar. Even worse was for me to be taken outside and have to
sniff around to find the right place to go. That was mortifying. In time I
was taught to sniff trees and find the fresh man pee scent and that’s where
I was to do my Ôbusiness’.

They began playing wilder games with me especially after this one man had
me crawl into the bathroom with him. He pulled down his pants and
underpants in one motion and sat on the toilet. Grabbing my hair he pulled
me in closer to him saying, “Suck my cock while I take a shit.”

Most of the men were fairly mild but this one and another weren’t. They
were very dominating.

This particular man had a mean streak. I had fresh red lipstick on and had
finished doing my nails and spritzed some perfume. His fingers combed
through my hair and played a bit with my earlobes and the looped earrings I
was wearing.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I heard him utter as his cock started to harden a bit and a
little squirt of pee shot against my tonsil. Then there was a cacophony of
farting followed by stink, a sigh and the first plop. I wanted to vomit but
his cock was in my mouth and his hands wrapped around the back of my head
holding me in place.

He fucked my face as his shit plopped down into the toilet. The smell was
revolting. Once a bit of toilet water splashed up hitting my chin. Finally
he shot his load into the back of my mouth pulled my head away.

“Open your mouth and show me,” he said with a mocking voice.

I didn’t look at him but kept my eyes focused on his cock since that’s what
I’ve been taught but I knew he was looking at his dick snot on my tongue. I
have learned men don’t shoot the same amount of spunk. Some of the men are
more liquid then spunk. Some drop a big load and others not so much.

But as bad as the smell was at first after awhile his poop smell faded and
the taste of his spunk took over.

“Swallow girl,” he instructed.

As I swallowed I felt his slime passing from my tongue over my tonsils and
falling over the back of my throat.

“Was it good?”

“Yes Sir,” I answered politely.

He pulled the toilet paper to wipe his ass several times and then the roll
was empty.

“Girl, there’s not enough toilet paper. Isn’t maintaining this bathroom
your job?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“Well then I guess your tongue will have to be the extra toilet paper I
need. Isn’t that right?”

My eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t answer. I was
so sickened.

“First for being insolent and not answering I’m going to give you a
spanking later. Second, answer me,” he said with a very authoritative
voice.

Almost crying I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Are you answering that your tongue is a wet wipe bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” I answered with my least assured and most diminutive voice.

He got up; all three hundred pounds of fat with gray and black body hair
and turned around with his ass in my ass.

“Now clean my asshole and make sure you do a great job or I’ll have you eat
my shit in the toilet.”

The next minutes were disgusting as I licked his bum. At lease the toilet
paper had run out after he had wiped pretty clean. I didn’t know that when
I began licking but still it was a vomit inducing moment.

“Don’t you dare vomit girl or you’ll lick that up too,” he said.

I held back the choke in me. He reached back and grabbed my head pulling me
into his ass. “Lick in the hole.”

Finally it was over and we exited the bathroom. A few of the men were
hanging around.

One of them was looking at me and asked, “Hey is that shit on your nose?”

Mortified I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Well, when I ran out of toilet paper she offered to let me use her
tongue. You might say she’s a Ôwet wipe.’ And I think she enjoyed it,” the
man said.

Turning towards me he rhetorically asked, “Did you?”

He knew my only answer could be, “Yes Sir.”

One of the other men said we should make a “Call the Wet Wipe Girl” sign
and hang it in the bathroom.

“Go wash your face and show me a curtsy before you leave.”

I curtsied and said, “Thank You,” and went to the sink in the kitchen to
wipe his poop off with tears falling down my cheek. I had sunk so low since
I had gone on my vacation.

Chapter Four: Sinking DeeperInto Depravity

After that incident humiliation became a part of the program. One morning I
was standing in the kitchen when one of the men came in. He had me turn
around facing him and lift my skirt. He unzipped his fly and told me not to
move or utter a sound.

And then he started peeing. His urine splattered on my Ôclit’ as he called
it and the warm pee soaked my panty liner and cascaded down on the
floor. When he was done he had me lower my skirt and wait there.

While I stood there I thought about how many times I had cum in my panties
when one of the men rubbed me there or that I could make myself cum while
being spanked. Who was I? What had I become? Between being sickened by what
was done to me I had also become aroused by command.

Five minutes later two of the men came into the kitchen. They looked at the
puddle and then me.

“Lift your skirt girl,” one of the men instructed.

I did as I was told and also answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Look at that, she peed herself,” the other said and then asked me if I had
as I lifted my skirt and he also said, “Her panties are dark yellow
stained.”

This all led to what happened two nights ago.

“Come here,” he said.

I walked into his room wearing exactly what I had been instructed with my
hair curled, falling over my shoulders. The matching black bra and panties
were scant and lacy. The demi-bra was wired underneath. The panties were
regular cut with sheer see through lace in the derriere and above my small
pubic hair patch. I imagined the butt plug I was wearing could be seen but
I didn’t know since it was black and like the others the plastic T part was
thin so it would fit like a thong. Happily this plug was not as big as the
others so it was more comfortable in my ass.

The gold belly ring with cubic zirconium diamond matched the diamond
pendant necklace and diamond stud earrings. My eyes had just a bit of sea
green eye shadow to illuminate my green eyes and the mascara was lightly
applied. The lipstick I had been instructed to wear was the same pink as
all 20 of my nails and I knew I had used too much of the Channel perfume
but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Standing there in my 4 inch black strappy heels I must have been 5’9″ but I
still paled in size next to him. Like the other men he was big in all ways.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Turning slowly I could feel his eyes burning through my skin as hot as my
ass felt after a spanking. The first thing I felt was his tobacco breath
swirling over my shoulder and wispy through my hair. Then I felt his arms
and presence as he lowered a black silk cloth over my head ending up over
my eyes and blocking out the light. Now everything was black from my outfit
to my sight.

“Follow me,” he said taking my hand and leading me out of the room towards
the living room. Finally we stopped somewhere in the room.

“Lower your panties girl,” he said.

As I lowered them I heard the men whistling approval though I couldn’t see
a thing I also felt their eyes upon me.

“Now behind you is a special butt plug. Take the plug you have in your ass
out and then find the dildo and sit down on it,” he instructed in almost a
monotone.

I took the plug out with my right hand and reached back to find this other
plug. He helped me by moving my upper arm until I felt it. It was well
lubricated and it was connected to something. Slowly I began to sit on it
letting the tip find my asshole and lowering myself at the same time. It
wasn’t too long since the hilt was against my hole. It was a less bulbous
plug. As I sat back my legs were a little raised from my ass and I felt I
was sitting on porcelain. It was like sitting on the toilet without a
toilet seat except for my thighs fit in some sort of form fitting porcelain
and it had that cold feeling as I first sat back

“Drop your plug and bring your upper arms back along your side,” he
continued.

My arms came back and he helped me get the middle of my upper arms in some
kind of handcuffs for them. There were many sensations running through my
body but the next thing I felt was myself being raised until my feet could
only touch the floor by leaning my toes forward. I couldn’t steady
myself. I was supported by what I was sitting in.

His hands came up to my head and undid the blindfold. I was sitting in a
custom-made urinal. A chain with a handle hung down just above my right
hand like the flush device on an old toilet.

“I made that in my shop,” one of the men said as others congratulated him
on this human urinal.

The men were drinking beer and putting on a DVD. I heard the TV say
something about “Footballs greatest moments,” when I heard his voice in
front of me.

“Now girl, tonight you will be our toilet and here are your instructions,”
he said. “When a man comes up you are to unzip him and take his penis out
if he’s standing there waiting. Otherwise he will have handled that
already. Then you will let go of his penis, unless he instructs
otherwise. When he is done and says, “Flush,” you will pull the flush cord
and then let it go. You will have the pleasure of the urine in the bowl
emptying through the dildo into you. Thanks to an electric pump and a bit
of engineering you will feel the urine as a very strong stream. If he wants
to piss in your mouth you will accommodate him and you will also swallow
what’s in your mouth and when he is done. Then you’ll either shake his cock
or lick the head and after you put it back in his pants, zip him up you’ll
say. He waited for me to answer

“Thank You Sir,” I answered.

Fear, repulsion and the fact of my submission over the weeks crashed around
in my brain when he finished his instructions. Then he asked if I
understood the instructions. Obediently but miserable I answered in the
same docile feminine way as I had been taught.

“Yes Sir, ” I said through my pink pouted lips.

The position I was in gave me a view of all the men but not the
television. I could see them as they drank beer and watched TV. Time passed
and the empty bottles began to accumulate.

One of the men got up and said, “I’ve got to take a wicked leak.” The other
men either ignored him or laughed as he walked over towards me with his
hands on his balls. He was wearing a stained white t-shit. The kind with no
sleeves and a pair of camouflage pants and his head had one of those
military cut haircuts.

There he was, standing right in front of me. Well his crotch was there in
front of me since the urinal was lower. It was just a tad higher then the
height of a c***d’s urinal setting my mouth at cock level He leaned in a
bit and I knew what was expected of me. My pink fingernails reached forward
and my fingers held his pants as the other pulled his zipper down. He was
wearing the dreaded dull white with some yellow stained briefs.

Reaching into the slit on his underpants my fingers touched his cock head
and I heard him above saying, “Hurry up girl I have to piss.” I wanted to
cry but I seemed to do a lot of that lately.

His cock finally poked out. He was uncut and had a lot pubic hairs. With
his prick in my face and I could smell his musty odor of his manhood. I let
go of his cock as instructed and he reached down and he took it between his
thumb and forefinger.

“Do I have to remind you to open your mouth wide,” he said grinning. “And
keep your eyes open and looking at every cock you see tonight.”

As my pink painted lips parted I thought back to just the other day when
the idea of pee entered into this wild journey. That time in the
kitchen. My eyes focused on his cock. It was small and shriveled. The way a
cock looks most of the time. He held the head about three inches from my
mouth and shook his cock just a bit.

Suddenly, a dribble, not a spurt came out of his pee hole and sprinkled
down landing on my little landing strip over my penis. I could feel the wet
warmth against me and again I thought back to the time one of the men peed
on my panties as I stood in the kitchen.

It was just a couple of days ago. I was cleaning up the kitchen early one
morning when one of the men came in. I was wearing a summer frock, green
with yellow daffodils. He had me turn towards him and he was wearing just a
shirt. No underwear.

“Lift your skirt and look me in the eyes girl,” he said.

Frightened, as always, I lifted my skirt.

“No matter what happens keep your eyes on mine and don’t move,” he
commanded.

I looked directly at him.

“Oh, what nice white panties,” he said. “Too bad they don’t match your
dress.”

Then I felt a warm flow hit my crotch. He was peeing on my crotch. He kept
peeing and pe