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Disclaimer: The following story contains numerous adult themes, including, but not limited to, cross-dressing, BDSM, forced sex. It is a work of fiction and any resemblance between any of the characters and anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Again, this story is intended for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. If you are offended by any of the preceding words, please do not read on. Thank you. Nina's Fate by Nina Introduction To begin with, my name is Marco. I am a cross-dresser and always have been. Since I was a little boy, I have spent as much time as possible dressed as a girl and then a woman. Throughout my life I have struggled with my gender identity. Nina, my femme persona, has been with me for every step. Sometimes I wished so strongly that I had been born a girl, a feeling that I have never expressed to anyone, but one which has weighed on me throughout. As I moved away to college, I found more time to dress and spend as a young woman. At the time, I had a girlfriend, who did not know about my dressing. In fact, nobody knew about my cross-dressing. Finally, one night I decided to introduce my cross-dressing to my girlfriend. She abjectly rejected Nina, ridiculed her and me and, in the end, broke up with me. I retreated to the closet, keeping Nina to myself. After finishing college, I moved back home. Joining the workforce at the age of twenty-three was quite a shock, but I found a nice job and a nice apartment and suddenly, free from my ex-girlfriend, I had all of this time to cross-dress. For the first time in my life, I allowed my cross-dressing self to come out. I spent time waxing my body, plucking my eyebrows. I was lucky in the sense that I never had a lot of body hair. With my tall skinny frame, I had, over years, perfected my cross-dressing. As a male, I crossed some borders. My hair was died a subtle burgundy color and I kept it on the longer side. I wore two earnings, something I had done since I was fifteen. Since college I had had to answer questions regarding my sexuality, many of them originating from my then girlfriend. It always annoyed me that, solely because I was skinny and well-dressed, I had to defend my sexuality. I had never had any gay experiences and, aside from occasional homoerotic fantasies, I did not plan on any. On the other hand, I knew, as my ex-girlfriend had taught me, that dating a girl would be quite difficult, because of Nina. At times, this depressed me, as I felt that I would have to spend my whole life alone. It had been about one year since I broke up with my ex, and there were no women in my life. More and more of my time turned to Nina, which made it less and less likely that any woman would enter my life. In a moment when Nina's self-confidence arose to new height, I decided to confide in my best friend, Johnny. We had been friends since we were ten and I was really lucky to have him. He lived in the city, worked as an attorney and had, in the last six months, started dating a wonderful girl from Puerto Rico, named Nicole. I told her also. Both were quite accepting and Nicole was, invariably, excited. We started to go out, as a threesome, to various transvestite clubs in the city. Nicole and I shopped together, talked about fashion together and became girlfriends. In a cross-dressing sense, things could not have been any better. Chapter One As I was preparing for bed one Tuesday night, the phone rang. It was Nicole. She said that something had happened to her and she needed help. I asked her where Johnny was and she curtly replied, "At work." I assumed something had happened between them. As I got dressed and headed downstairs to my car, I thought about the last few weeks and how close I had grown to both Johnny and Nicole. I pulled into her driveway and looked up at her window, but there was no light on. I started to worry, as I rang the doorbell, but Nicole showed up at the door, clad in her usual black stretch pants and a red tank top. She was a strikingly good-looking woman. At six feet, she was the perfect girl to hang out with a six foot cross-dresser. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which always worked to feature her beautiful face. My hair and hers were almost equal in length. Tonight, I had mine in a ponytail too. "The power went out, Nina. Its good to see you." I paused for a second, as she did not usually call me by my femme name unless I was en femme. "Its good to see you to," I said as we kissed each other's cheek. "How come the other houses have power?" "I don't know, but please come in. I need to talk to you." She was holding a candle and used its light to lead me up the stairs into her living room. "Sit down, here," she said pointing to the couch. I sat down, wondering what was going on. She set her candle down on the table and lit another. Crossing the room, she returned with a velvet bag and sat down next to me. "What's going on, Nicole?" I asked. "She looked at me for about two seconds and then began, "Nina, I'm not going to try and say this nicely. You told me about your cross-dressing two months ago and when you did, you put yourself in a very vulnerable position." I listened attentively, as she continued. "What I mean is that, as I thought about it more and more, I realized that you really put a lot of trust in me, trust that I wouldn't reveal your secret to anyone, right?" I nodded. "Nicole-" I started, but she quickly interrupted. "Please let me finish, because this is hard for me. Will you let me speak?" "Yes, but-" "Please! This is important!" I had never heard her scream and I had never seen her look so frenzied. "Ok." I mumbled. Her frenzy relaxed and she continued in her sweet sing-song voice. "So, I thought about it more and more and I realized that I have a certain power over you. Quite simply, if the wrong people found out about your cross-dressing, your life would be ruined." The hairs on the back of my neck shot up as she spoke. "Nicole, what the-" I had absolutely no time to react. Nicole, with lightening quick speed slapped me across the left side of my face. Immediately, she was on top of me, digging her nails into my arms, driving her knee into my chest, which doubled me over. We fell off of the couch with her landing on top of me. I could barely breath, from her knee to my chest, and as I started to react, I heard a quick click and then cold metal on my left wrist. "Nicole-" Again I was interrupted by her left fist crashing into the side of my head. I groaned, as her arm came around my neck putting me in a headlock. We struggled, as I tried desperately to keep my right wrist free, but she bit into my neck, causing me to scream in pain. Then the handcuffs closed on my right wrist, locking my wrists together. Grabbing me by the hair, she pulled my face, up, while driving her knee into my back. "Aaah! Stop it!" I screamed. She let go, and I fell to the floor again. It took me two seconds to respond. I lost track of where Nicole was. Dazed, I tried to get up, but her backhand found the right side of my face and I lost my balance falling to the floor. Again, she was on top of me, but this time, and I really could do nothing about it, she was shoving a red ball gag in my mouth and securing, quite tightly, the leather straps behind my head. She reach down and grabbed my balls. "Unless you want me to squeeze these like I squeeze your best friend's ass, you'll stop struggling." In fact, I wasn't really struggling, because I still had not quite regained my breath from the knee to my chest and I was still reeling from the couple of slaps and punches she had delivered. Again, with a suddenly discovered agility, she got up off of me, but immediately knelt in front of me, placing my head between her thighs. Nicole had extremely strong thighs. In fact she had often joked about how her thighs could crush anyone, so when she squeezed, the tremendous pressure I felt on the sides of my head, caused my whole body to tighten up. I couldn't hear or see anything, but I felt rope securely looping my ankles together. I was just too stunned to do anything and in too much pain. She finished her job by tying my ankles to my wrists and then she released my head. Nicole fell back, panting. I lay there, ball-gagged and hog-tied. I tried to struggle, but as soon as I started, Nicole was on top of me again, digging her nails into my shoulders, boxing my head. I screamed into my gag, but she was like a wild woman. Standing up, she kicked me, with her boots on, multiple times, landing aces into my right ribs. I think I must have been kicked about five times, and the force of the kicks actually moved me across the floor. Nicole was truly a strong girl. "Are you going to stay still?" I groaned. "Are you?!" I moaned a yes. I truly was afraid. My mind was moving at a million miles per minute. What was going on? How had I let her just so totally and quickly kick my ass? What was going on? "Ok," Nicole began as she sat on the ottoman. She had reverted back to the calm and cool Nicole that had met me at the door. I, still in pain, still shocked, lay perfectly still. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that if I moved, Nicole had the power to seriously hurt me. "As I was saying before you started acting like such a little bitch, Nina, I realized that I have a certain very strong power over you. If the wrong people find out about your cross-dressing, your life will be ruined. Oh I almost forgot." I didn't dare look at her, but I groaned when she ran to the kitchen and came back with her camera. "Say panties," she started firing off pictures of me. I tried to protest, squirming on the floor, but she broke the photo session, kicking me once in the side, and that was enough to subdue me. She shot a whole roll of pictures of me tied-up like this. Sitting back on the couch, she started again, "So, where was I? Oh yes, so I realized that you would be totally screwed if I let your secret out. I mean maybe no one could do anything. Its not like you've broken laws, but you would be totally humiliated. So, I've arranged several emails, one to your work, one to your parents and individual ones to all of your friends, which your email address book was kind enough to provide me with, and one to your ex-girlfriend. These emails all have pictures of you, pictures that I took just the other day for your little secret anonymous web-site. Only thing is, hon, they won't be too anonymous when they're attached to an email that says 'This is Marco.'" She started to laugh. I did not know what to do. In fact, I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. "All of these emails will go out tonight at one o'clock, unless I call a certain person and tell him not to send them, and, before you get all ridiculous, that person's not Johnny. He doesn't know a damn thing about this. This is between you and me, sweetie." She paused. I did not dare look at her. My mind frantically searched for an escape. What was going on here? Who was this girl? I mean, she was so kind, so sweet. Where was this coming from? My thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "I have plans for us Nina. I'm just going to keep speaking, because you obviously can't add anything to this." Again, she giggled. I just lay there, paralyzed, unable, suddenly, to think of anything. I just looked straight ahead, not at her, since I felt totally humiliated and afraid of her. I just focused on her voice. "If you're a good girl and I'm sure you will be, those pictures won't be sent. But, if you're a bad girl, those pictures will be sent out. All you need to do to be a good girl is to understand that, from now on, Nina is mine. She'll go out when I want. I've had so much fun meeting her and, to be quite honest, Nina, you are quite striking. I have plans for you. I really do. Now, sweetie, just sit tight and I'll be back." With that, she arose and went into her bedroom. I shifted, trying not to make any noise, lest I arouse her ire. I took a few breaths through my nose and tried, like I often do in crises situations, to piece together the events of the last half our. Nicole, my best friend's girlfriend, a sweetheart from Puerto Rico, who had been so supportive and so excited about my cross- dressing and with whom I had never exchanged an ill word had gone crazy. Had I done something to her? For the life of me, I could not imagine what? Terror crept into me, as I replayed the part about some person and the emails. Somebody else knew?! She had said it wasn't Johnny, and how could it be, he would never partake in this. Who the hell was it? Whom had she told? What was going on? I struggled against my bonds, but to no avail; Nicole had trussed me up quite well. I realized that I had very few options in this situation. It was best, I thought, to just play along and let things unfold. I need to know more about what's going on here, I thought. Maybe this is all some really sick joke, although I doubted that. Nicole returned into the room maybe twenty minutes later. "You're probably getting all tired lying there tied up like that. I really am sorry, Nina, but you really didn't give me a choice. I'm going to let you go, but we have a couple more things to do before that happens." With that, she knelt down and quickly cut the cord connecting my ankles to my wrist with a pair of kitchen scissors she produced from who knows where. Helping me to my feet, she looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry so much Nina." I could barely keep my balance, as my ankles were still tied and my head throbbed. Again she crouched down and again using the scissors began to cut up the side of my pants. I shuddered, because, as I knew that she would find out in just a few seconds, I was wearing panties. As a cross-dresser, I often wore women's undergarments as they made me feel in touch with my feminine side. What was worse, on days like today, when I felt particularly in touch with my femininity, I would tuck my penis back, the way did when I went out as Nina. Nicole cut one leg and then the other leg. The pants, or shreds, fell to my ankles, resting on the ropes that held my ankles together and I stood in front of her in my t-shirt and a pair of pink satin panties, size small, which tightly held my penis back. "Oh my!" She exclaimed as I felt the crimson rushing into my face. Standing up, she took my chin and moved my face, which I was desperately trying to hide, in front of hers and held it there. "Do you have a penis?" She asked and then burst out laughing, right in my face. The crimson burned. I was totally humiliated. Her hand shot down to my crotch, while never taking her eyes off mine and never letting me take mine off of hers, and felt my penis, tightly bundled between my legs. "Oh, there's the little thing. Must be nice having such a small penis, so that you can tuck it back there, and pink satin-Oh, Nina-that's so pretty, so feminine. I always wondered what you did with your penis, but now that I see that's it so small and dainty and can fit so nicely in a pair of panties, I see its no problem." Rubbing her hand back and forth she continued with all of the mockery she could muster, which seemed to be more and more as I got more and more crimson. Her hand held my chin tightly in place. "Why its barely bigger than my clitoris. I can't believe you've ever satisfied a woman. They must not have known that you were even in there. Its amazing to me that someone with such a big cock, like my boyfriend Johnny, would hang out with someone with such a little bitch of a penis. I bet you wanted his cock. I bet all of those times when you guys showered together you got hard, but nobody noticed your little clitty. Isn't that true?" Her eyes burnt into me. I wanted to die. I had forgotten everything that had happened. Her total mockery and emasculation of me was so vicious. I mean it was her tone, warping from sweet to ridiculing to truly cruel that caused me to start shaking and then burst into tears. None of what she said was true. My penis was not small. I had never wanted Johnny, but she teased me, her eyes with a vicious sadism brewing, one which her vise like grip on my chin would not let me escape. "Oh, I've struck a nerve," she continued, unrelenting. "Poor Nina, I've brought back some memories, huh? Memories of you dreaming of my boyfriend's cock. Tell me did you imagine sucking it or did you imagine him fucking you up the ass. Are you a little fairy, Nina? Did he come in your mouth? Did you feel yourself through your panties back then thinking of my boyfriend driving his huge cock into your mouth and swallowing all of his cum? Did you, you little fairy pantied bitch?" In her eyes a pure fury raged. Nonetheless, I screamed no, through my gag, and ripped my head from her clutch. I started to fall, a process expedited by the titanic open-hand slap that crossed the right side of my face and sent my crashing to the floor with a larger thud. With my arms still behind me, I was absolutely unable to soften my fall at hall and my head crashed against the floor, full force, dazing me. Nicole, though, was unphased grabbing my head by the back of my hair and pulling me, almost off the floor, until I met her crouching self, face-to-face. "If you ever pull that kind of shit again, I will beat you senseless. Do you understand?" I eagerly nodded, praying that she would not hit me again, tears streaming down my face. "Get the fuck up," she screamed as she pulled me back to the feet. "Turn around!" I shuffled to turn, so that my back faced her, a process accelerated by her slap on my panty-clad ass. "Now, I'm going to undo your handcuffs." She leaned forward, talking directly into my ear. If you move, even just a little bit, I will beat the shit out of you, make sure all of those emails get sent, beat the shit out of you again, strip you naked, bind you up and drop you off in front of some masturbating faggot downtown, who can then fuck you all night and cut your throat when its over. Are we totally clear, you little cock-fantasizing bitch?" I nodded, slowly, but deliberately. I was now terrified of Nicole and I did not want to upset her at all. I just told myself that this would end. "Give me your wrists." I did and she quickly unlocked and removed the cuffs. I could have done something, but I was just too scared. She had really hurt me and she had all of those pictures and who knows what. Nicole grabbed my arms, bent them at the elbows and forced them together mid-back. Quickly and deftly she bound them together, securing them at mid-forearm, so my arms lay flat against my back. I winced a couple of times. Her nails, digging into my arms reminded me of who was in charge, completely here. As I started to shiver, she reached into a knapsack on the dining room table next to us and pulled out a collar. I could not believe this. Where was this coming from. The color fit snugly around my neck and then Nicole tied a cord from my arms to a loop in the back of the collar, so that my arms were truly pinned against my back. "Turn around bitch." I did exactly as she told. With her scissors, she cut my t-shirt off, leaving me only in the white cotton camisole I had on underneath. "I should have figured that you would have something on underneath. How long have you been wearing woman's underwear? All of your life?" I nodded, sobbing. My tears had stopped, but my feelings of complete humiliation, standing here in front of my best friend's girlfriend, beaten, bound, gagged and wearing only panties and a camisole over my waxed body, were just beginning. "You've done a nice job removing your hair." It was true. I had spent the greater part of the previous weekend waxing my body. "I bet you've always wanted to be a woman. Is that true?" I bowed my head. The tears came back. With a violent thrust, she jammed her fingers under my chin, grasped it and lifted my head until, once again, I had no choice but to face her. "Answer me." I could not. I truly did not know the answer. All of my life I had struggled with gender issues. There were times when I so wanted to be a girl and then there were times when I wasn't so sure. Invariably, I wore women's underwear. I had kept my body totally hairless since college. I plucked my eyebrows and dressed any moment I could, yet I still could not answer her. "Answer me, you little sniveling bitch. Answer me!" Her scream, right into my face, brought me out of my self-reflective trance. I hesitated one more second and then nodded, bursting into tears. I wasn't sure that I had given the truthful answer, but I was certain that it was the answer she wanted to hear and I was certain that this question had haunted me throughout my life. "Good." She said. "I knew that from the moment you confessed your cross-dressing." Her voice shifted from fierce back to sweet again. "Sweetie, you're almost done here. We just have to do one more thing just to make sure you remember that, Nina, is now mine and that you remember that if you go back on that, you will be sorry. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good" She smiled. "Now turn around and face the table. I did as I was told. I had no idea what was going on, none whatsoever. All I knew was that I was so humiliated, confused, in pain and cold. Nicole crouched down and untied my ankles. I offered no resistance as she loosely secured each one to a table leg. Standing up, she leaned forward, breathing into my ear. "Just remember, my little bitch, I own you." With that she shoved me down onto the table and pressed herself onto my back, her groin grinding up against my pantied ass. Whispering into my ear again, in her sing-song mockery voice, she spoke, "There you go, Nina. Thinking of Johnny's huge cock right here?" She thrust her groin into my ass. "Hmm?" I just moaned. She had me totally pinned against the table. "Come on bitch, admit it. You're thinking of his big cock, wishing it were right here," she thrust again, causing me to moan as I got pressed further against the table, "fucking you, just like he fucks me. Filling your ass with his big cock. That's what you want, isn't it?" Grabbing my hair and pulling, she changed her whisper to a scream. "Isn't it?!" I nodded and the tears burst forth, more out of fear than anything. I mean, I had had some abstract fantasies about Johnny, but never anything like this. I cried, full throttle. She relented and came around to the front of the table. "You're never to forget this, Nina." She spoke again, now back to her sweet voice, the only one I had known until now. Nicole passed a cord through the loop on the front of the collar and then secured it to a loop on the floor. She pulled tightly and it brought my head down flush against the table. I could no longer stand up. Working quickly, she shot around the table and pulled both of the ropes that held my ankles to the legs of the table taught. That was it. I was pinned down against Nicole's table, unable to move my head, unable to utter a sound, unable to move my legs, tears streaming down my face and with my legs spread wide. "Very nice, Nina." Nicole looked at me and smiled. "I'll leave you for a second to contemplate how you are totally fucked. Better yet, you can imagine my boyfriend, naked and behind you fucking you up your ass, like I know you do every night. Just don't cream too much in your panties. I wouldn't want you to stain my dining room table." She laughed, spun around and went into the kitchen, shutting the door. I could not move. She had bound my arms and legs so tightly and my head was trussed down by the collar. What if Johnny came home? Could this be his doing? Was this some game? Maybe. But, that would be so sick. I would never forgive him. The way she persevered about his cock-there I was saying it now-I couldn't even remember his cock-made me think that perhaps this was some sick twisted joke. Facing the alternative, that this was not a game, was too scary. The tears subsided and I just lay there, against the table, sobbing and waiting. Perhaps ten minutes passed, during which I just lay there, in the candle lit apartment, cold, humiliated, physically hurting and terrified that Johnny would come home. Nicole reemerged. In her hand she held a giant wooden spoon. I gasped into my gag, because, although I had never fantasized about any of this, I knew what that spoon would be used for. I struggled violently, while Nicole just watched, bemused. "Go ahead, sweetheart." She spoke while slowly and rhythmically tapping the convex part of the spoon against her open palm. "Go ahead and struggle, but it will only make this worse." With that, I ceased to struggle, as it was futile and there was no sense in awakening her newly discovered volcanic temper. This, she had said, would be it. Perhaps, I hoped, this whole nightmare would end after this. She positioned herself in front of me, sliding the spoon and lifting my chin, as much as it could be lifted given my binds. "Look at me, sweetie." I did. "I want you to understand that this is not a punishment, but rather just a lesson. I want you to understand, in real time, that this is not some little game, some dream, something that will just end when I send you on your merry way home. You are mine now. I have always fantasized about having my very own panty boy and your confession to me provided me with the perfect window." Her voice grew throatier and I watched her other hand work its way down to her crotch and start massaging it. "You can't imagine, Nina, how I have masturbated thinking of you like this. Oh, I cannot begin to tell you." Her hand found its way into her pants and stayed there for, perhaps, fifteen seconds. "Oh," she moaned. "You cannot imagine." Removing her hand, she thrust her fingers beneath my nostrils. "Smell how turned on I am by seeing you like this." I had no choice but to inhale the absolutely intoxicating odor of my best friend's girlfriend's pussy. Nicole walked around to the other side of the table. "Mmm," she muttered. "There will be plenty of time for that. For now, I want you to remember that irrevocably and completely, I own you now, you little bitch." With that, she brought the spoon crashing against my ass. I could not believe the pain. I never would have imagined that it could possibly hurt like this. I screamed into my gag. "My little-" CRACK, another blow. "-bitch." CRACK. This one landed on the other cheek and I screamed, converting my sobs to full-fledge bawling, begging into my gag for her to stop. CRACK CRACK CRACK She landed three straight blows to my left ass cheek. The last one, as I could see in her reflection in the armoire across from me, caused her to lose her balance. I screamed and screamed, begging her to stop. I don't know whether she could make out my pleas through the ball gag that pressed into my mouth, but as the pain reached a climax and the tears flowed down my face, I had no choice. Nicole regained her balance and, again looking at her reflection, she appeared almost crazed, as he positioned herself on my right and delivered three violent blows to my right ass cheek. "My little bitch!" She screamed, the spoon blasting down, while her right one continued to massage her crotch. I struggled, I pleaded, but she was oblivious. Through my tear-filled eyes, I watch her pause, while she flung her shoes off and practically ripped her pants off. She stood in her white satin panties with lace trim. Her hand dove into the crotch of her panties as she resumed spanking me. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK She showed no quarter, alternating cheeks. I begged into my gag, repeating "Please Nicole. Please stop" like a mantra. Her hand furiously massaged her crotch. "Oh my, Nina. Oh, I can't believe how good this feels. Oh!" CRACK, another blow. Her hand found its way through her panties and into her pussy. "Oh, I'm going to-" CRACK"-come." "I'm going to, Nina, oh-" CRACK "yes, yes, Yes-" CRACK CRACK CRACK "-YES!" She delivered one last mammoth blow that resounded throughout the apartment with one last triumphant "YES!" before she collapsed to the floor and lay motionless. My ass was on fire. She had delivered approximately 15 blows, so violent in their onslaught on my ass, protected only by a pair of satin panties. I cried and cried, finding it difficult to breath, as the pain continued to throb. In the reflection, I could see Nicole, lying on the floor motionless. It hurt to move. My arms throbbed, my jaw ached. Minutes passed and my wails quieted to low-grade sobs. I waited. I don't know for what, but I waited. The pain in my ass was now dulling and joining the aching in my tethered limbs. At last, Nicole stirred. "Oh, Nina." She muttered as she arose and walked to the front of the table, still clad in her red tank top, but only wearing her panties. She pulled up a chair. "Do you see what this does to me." I just sobbed. "You must be in pain, sweetie." I tried to nod, but couldn't as I still remained trussed. "If I remove the gag, will you be quiet?" I moaned a yes. "Because, if you're not, I'll beat you for twice as long. Do you understand?" Again, I moaned yes, desperate to get the gag out of my mouth. Nicole stood up and undid the leather straps that held the gag in place, removed it and placed it next to my head. I took a deep breath. Could I have yelled for help? Could I have started screaming at Nicole? The answer to both questions was "yes," but I was truly afraid of her. I knew that she would have that gag back in my mouth in no time and that she would beat me again, and I could not take that. I needed to get out of these binds. "May I speak?" I whispered through my dry mouth. "Yes, darling." Nicole replied, sitting down again. "Why-" that was all I could utter before I burst into tears. "Oh sweetie!" She exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen and returning with glass of water and several Kleenex. Holding one to my nose, she commanded "blow." I did. "Why, Nicole," I wailed. "Please, let me go. Please. Please. I'm in so much pain. I'll do anything you want. This has gone too far. Please." "Shhh." I stopped speaking, for fear that she would hit me, and just whimpered. "Honey, you'll do anything I want regardless of whether I let you go, because you're totally fucked." At this, I started bawling. "There, there. Let it all out. I'm here. If I was too hard on your little ass, it was only because I don't want you to mistake me for anything less than your owner, because otherwise, Nina, when you made that mistake, I would really have beat you." "I don't want to play this game." Nicole stormed to the other side of the table, picked up the spoon and delivered a deafening CRACK. "Ow!!!!!!!" I screamed. She came right back and grabbed my ears. "Shut the fuck up or I will shove that gag in your mouth and leave it there!" I calmed myself, as best as I could. "This is no fucking game. Do you understand me?" She tried to shake my head, by my ears, which was impossible given my binds, which only infuriated her more. "Do you understand?!" "Ow!! Yes. Yes. Ow!" "Good." She released my head. At this point, I decided I would just play along, waiting for her to release me. Nicole sat down again. "I was going to wait until next time-" "Next time?!" As soon as I said it, I knew that Nicole would explode, which she did, bursting out of her seat grabbing her panties and pulling them down. I did not even have time to imagine what she was going to do when she pinched my nose, causing me to open my mouth, and shoved them in, deftly and rapidly securing them with a silk scarf. "You little stupid bitch," she said as she wrapped another scarf around to truly secure my new gag. "You just don't get it. So, I'm going to have to show you." She leaned over, looking me straight in the eyes. "You are mine, whenever I want you." I could not believe how stupid I had been. She was going to use that spoon again, and I did not think that my ass could tolerate that. Nicole left me again, heading into the bedroom. She was there for only a few minutes, but long enough for me to struggle a bit, again hopelessly. When she returned, I saw her put something on the table and then walk around until she was in my view. What I saw shocked me. Emanating from her groin was a very large black dildo, which was strapped on to her. It must have been about 8 inches long. I stared at it, started to struggle vehemently and screamed "no!" into my gag. She must have understood me, because she laughed. "Oh yes, Nina. Oh yes. You need to understand that you are mine now. Just think of it as Johnny' cock, which I know won't be a stretch for you. Tell me, has a little panty fairy like you taken it up the ass before?" I tried to shake my head, could not, and then screamed "no!" again. "Great," she smiled, moving in front of me, so that the tip of the cock caressed the side of my face. "You're a virgin. That's so cute. Well, I'm going to fuck you really slowly, just like you imagine every night when you think of Johnny's cock or whatever cock you imagine fucking you. The great thing about this cock is that its two-headed, so the other side is filling my pussy quite nicely and with each thrust-" she made a mock thrust against my face "-I can feel the dildo in my pussy and rubbing up against my clit, and seeing you here and thinking of finally taking my very own feminized panty waist gets me so so turned on." The look on her face seemed to change from sweetness to pure lust, back and forth. "But, don't worry, honey, I know that this is a lot for you to take in, all that has happened to you here, and, honestly, I planned on doing this at some other time, but I can't wait. Sorry, sweetie." With that, she moved to the back of the table, and I watched her put on latex gloves. I was simply in shock. I knew that this was no game. Nicole had gone crazy. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. She yanked my panties down, so that they rested mid-thigh, stretched by my legs which were still tied to the table legs. My penis sprung free. "Oh, look, Nina, your little clitty. Its so small!" Her laugh was humiliating. I mean, I did not have a small penis and I knew that, but the way she said it and that laugh, it was too much. "Its so cute and little." I heard the unmistakable squirt and watched, in the reflection, her cover her gloved fingers with lubricant. Her right hand found my penis and just held it, while her left hand spread open my cheeks. I felt two cold fingers pressed against my asshole. There was nothing I could do. "Everything will be okay, honey." Her fingers worked their way through and they were now inside me. I let out a groan or perhaps it was a moan. I mean, I had masturbated in the past, fingering myself like this and it had felt good. Now, with her hand on my penis and her fingers slowly moving back and forth, lubricating my asshole, and slowly rotating, I felt myself getting turned on. My penis started to grow. "Oh, Nina, your pussy is so tight and, oh, there your little clitty goes. I think its growing. Are you thinking about my boyfriend's cock?" I wasn't thinking of anything. I was just feeling. Her fingers now thrust back and forth, working me open. This must have gone on for several minutes, and she did really open me up. The sensation was very good and I could feel my penis engorging, filling her hand, but she did not move her hand, just grasped my penis. "You like this, don't you, you little slut!" Nicole asked, somewhat surprised, as she removed her fingers. I heard the squirt again and watched her lubricating the dildo. There was no going back now. I was about to get fucked by my best friend's girlfriend, while I lay here immobilized and gagged with her soaking wet panties, the taste of her pussy, an intoxicatingly sweet one, filling my mouth. No one was going to stop this. This was no game. I started to cry again. "Oh sweetie, its going to be okay." I felt the edge of the dildo against my asshole. Nicole released my penis and helped guide the dildo pass my well-lubricated asshole. "Your pussy is so wet, honey. I'm going to fuck you." Once past my asshole, the dildo slid in, all eight inches of it, quite easily. In fact, it did not even hurt. Nicole had really opened me up well. She pushed the whole dildo in, slowly, until her thighs touched my still red hot ass. The sensation of her cool thighs felt very nice against my flaming buttocks and, as I moaned, the sensation of the whole dildo, filling me so well, felt incredibly good, better than anything I had ever felt. I could not even think about the significance of this, because I felt too good. I watched, in the reflection, Nicole remove her tank top and her brassiere revealing her large smooth breasts. Nicole grabbed my hips and began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. In and out, the dildo went. When all the way in, she would hold it there and lean over laying herself on my back, her breasts pressed against me, her thighs up against my ass. After a few thrusts, I started pushing my ass back and forth, in perfect synchrony with her slow fuck. Leaning over me, I could feel her hot breath on my ear; I could hear her heavy breath and her moans. "Oh, Nina," she cooed. "Your pussy is so tight. This feels so incredible. Do you like it?" My eyes, which alternated between being closed and being open, opened. I looked at her reflection and moaned "yes." I did like this. The sensation was incredible. Nicole would hold the dildo in place for about twenty seconds and then stand up and slowly pull back, until only the tip lay past the rim of my asshole. There she would wait, equally as long, smiling at my reflection, as I whimpered, my penis engorged waiting and desperately wanting her to fill me again, which she would. I forgot the pain from the beating. Her soft thighs against my ass and the gentle caress of her hands made me feel so good. Still, she did not touch my penis. At one point, while standing, with the dildo almost removed, I felt so good and I so wanted the dildo that, before I could check myself, I moaned into my gag "fuck me, Nicole." She must have heard me, because she giggled. "What was that, Nina?" I wanted that cock so badly. "Fuck me. Please fuck me!" I screamed into my gag. She thrust, filling me completely, and I screamed in pure pleasure. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes! Please fuck me. Please." I moaned and whined and begged into my gag. Quickly, she untied the scarves that held my panty gag and pulled her panties out of my mouth. She pulled back, again almost removing the dildo. My penis screamed for attention, my ass pleaded for the dildo, my body was shaking. There was nothing I could do. It never donned on me to scream or protest. I wanted her to fuck me more badly than I ever wanted anything. "You want me to fuck you?" Nicole smiled "Yes, please." I whined. "Please." I begged. I looked at her reflection, standing there over me, her beautiful breasts exposed, her hands resting on my hips, the smile of victory combined with eyes of lust on her beautiful face. "Why? Maybe I shouldn't." She mocked. I groaned. "Maybe I should just pull out, gag you again, leave you here and masturbate with the dildo inside me, right in front of you. Should I do that?" She laughed. I whimpered. "Please, Nicole. Please no. Please fuck me. Please." I knew what she wanted. "Yes, maybe that's what I'll do, or," and she thrust the whole cock in me, filling me, allowing me to experience it, clench my ass around the cock and engulf it, "do you really want me to fuck you?" Her breath was coming in rapid bursts. I could see that she was covered in sweat. I could hear her growing passion. "Please." I begged in a voice, which bordered on sultry, one which I had never heard, ever, but one which I had imagined a woman using in my presence. I wanted that cock. There was a second of hesitation. There was not a second of pause, as I contemplated this situation. I was motivated by pure desire. She pulled back and I moaned, whined. I knew what she wanted. "Why, Nina?" I could not take it any longer and I started crying again, unable to hold in the absolute sexual need I felt right now. "Because I'm yours Nicole," I began in a frantic frenzied plea, interspersed with sobs and whimpers. "I'm yours, totally yours, Nicole. I'm your bitch. I will be. Please, my pussy wants your cock. It wants it so bad. My penis-" Her right hand quickly slapped my ass. "Ah! My clitty, sorry, wants you. I'm your bitch. Everything you said was right. I've always wanted to be a girl. I think of being fucked all of the time. I think of Johnny's cock. I do. I do. I do. I do." I cried and cried. "Please fuck me. Please shove that cock back into my pussy, all the way in, please. I'll do anything. Please!" I had totally lost it. I mean, I had spent a lot of time wishing I was a girl, I had some homoerotic fantasies, but never about Johnny, but I didn't know anything right now. I couldn't think about anything. I just wanted her cock. "Please!" I screamed. With that, she thrust forward, completely filling me, her face the picture of pure sexual craving. I clenched my ass around her cock, as she fell forward, her breasts pushed against my back. "Thank you. Oh, thank you." I moaned with a tone that I had only heard from a woman on the verge of a thundering orgasm, a point where she would do and say anything, a point where pure physical desire overtook anything. That's what was happening to me. I felt totally filled, totally fucked, and desire and pleasure swelled within me to heights I had never thought possible. "Your welcome, sweetie." Nicole's breath was hot and she was practically panting. "This feels incredible Nina, absolutely incredible. Do you want me to touch your clitty?" Her breath was coming faster and faster and I knew that she too was on the brink of a monstrous orgasm. Her cock filled me completely and she gently swayed back in forth, sort of moving the cock around, without withdrawing it. My ass rhythmically clenched and released the cock and with each squeeze my penis begged for attention. "Please. Please touch my clitty." I cried. The tears kept coming. This felt so good. Her breath was incredibly rapid now and I saw that she was passing the point of no return, the point where the orgasm's power is too much for anybody to resist. She took hold of my penis, which sent thunder throughout my entire body and let loose a tidal wave of pleasure. "Oh!" I screamed. "This feels so good!" "Si, mi amor." She moaned, her eyes closed, her cock totally filling me. Her palm stroked the underside of my penis. "I'm going to cum, Nicole!" "Me too!" Nicole started thrusting, fucking me with massive full throttle thrusts. I could feel her body shaking, as I felt mine. Her hand continued to stroke my penis, while she fucked me, as well as anybody could have. I felt myself screaming, my voice going up in octaves. I had no control of it. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I shrieked, cried, whined, begged. Nicole too started to moan and buck and practically convulse, her voice shot up in octaves too. We were in total rhythm now. Nicole was fucking me. Her breath blasted out of her mouth, shrouding me, and her moans turned to screams, which were deafening. I continued with my full fledge crying, screaming through the tears, begging her to fuck me. Her left hand moved around my face and covered my mouth. With one final gigantic thrust of her cock and of her hand, the two of us came, together. Nicole shook on top of me, shrieking, pulling her hand tight around my mouth, as I screamed into her hand. My cock blasted cum across the room and kept spurting and spurting as Nicole convulsed atop me. The tears streamed down my face. I thought I would pass out. I had never cum like that before. In fact, if this were an orgasm, then I had never had one. For an instance, I hovered in pure sexual bliss. It felt as if the orgasm lasted for hours. We could not remember it ending, but at some point, we opened our eyes. Nicole was still atop me, still filling me. We were coated in sweat. I felt stuck to the table and stuck to her. I could see my cum on the wall in front of me, dripping downwards. Nicole smiled and whispered "thank you." "Thank you." I replied. My arms ached and begged to be released. Nicole stood up and slowly pulled the dildo back and out. I moaned as she did, the memories of that fucking still very vivid. I watched her take the harness off, which removed the dildo from her pussy too. She threw it in the corner. Nicole did not say anything, but quickly untied my ankles. Then she came around to the front of the table, bent down, kissed my forehead, and untied the bind that attached my collar to the floor. Helping me stand up, she untied my arms from my collar, untied my arms, and then removed the collar. Neither of us said a word, as I felt blood returning to my aching limbs. I stood there in front of her, coated in sweat. My camisole clenched to my chest. My panties remained around mid-thigh. My penis still had drips of cum on the tip. My ankles held the shreds of my pants and I was still wearing my sneakers. Not knowing what to do, I pulled my panties back up, tucking my penis backward, between my legs. Nicole smiled. "Good girl." She too looked like she had been through a war, as she stood completely naked in front of me, her hair matted down against her head, free from its ponytail. I bent down removed my sneakers and socks and took off the shreds of my pants. "Do you have any clothes, Nicole?" I asked. "Take mine." She said. I still could not process anything, so I picked up her black stretch pants and put them on, a perfect fit, and then slid her tank top over my camisole. "There are some shoes there." She pointed to a pair of low black platforms. I said nothing, slipping my feet into the shoes. Again, as I knew, since we had already tried each other's shoes on, they were a perfect fit. I turned and looked at the naked Nicole. Picking up her cell phone, Nicole said, "one sec." She pressed a button, waited with the phone against her ear and then said "okay" into the receiver before hanging up. "Those emails will not be sent." I had forgotten about them. "Thank you." I really didn't know what else to say. "Go home, Nina. Don't worry about your cum. I will clean it up." I turned and left, unsure what to say or do and wearing her clothes, not even thinking about stepping out into the night in drag, without makeup. I was simply in shock. Please email your comments to [email protected]