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The Training Room By Little Tom Day 1 I don't know how long ago it happened. It feels like just hours, but I'm told it was a week or so. I don't get told much other than what to do next, or to stop doing something. I just want to collapse in a heap and cry, but she won't let me. I've found out exactly how much it hurts if I don't do what she says, so I keep going. She told me to write this diary, so I will. What I last remember is coming home from playing a bit of footy with Mike to find my house burning. There were fire engines everywhere. When I saw both mum and dad's cars in the driveway I tried to rush in. I think a fireman stopped me, but my memory gets a little jumbled after that. I seem to remember being man handled into an ambulance, and two women talking over me. I think they gave me an injection, and I have almost memories of them talking about me. How I was perfect and would be worth a fortune given my last relatives just having died. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up. What I remember then is waking up flat on my back, not being able to move my legs, which where spread, or my arms which where up over my head. It took a while to make sense of it; particularly what I saw looking up. When it finally snapped in I think I screamed. I was looking up into a mirror in the ceiling. My reflection was nude with cuffs holding my ankles to either side of the bed, and my wrists were cuffed straight up above my head. What made me scream was my chest. It now sprouted two huge tits. They were still there when I looked down. That's when I first heard her voice. "Well, my new little girl is awake." I started to shout and was suddenly stunned by a burst of pain all over my body. "Quiet please. That pain is something I can inflict at any point in time, I can also make you go unconscious." I clamped my jaw shut and looked around in fear. "Don't worry, there's no one else there. I'll only ever shock you if you've been really, really bad. Most minor infractions will just get you a spanking, or maybe a taste of the whip." "Now you may have noticed a little change to your chest. Relax; it's the first change of many. You really are too gorgeous to have the body of a boy, so we're going to make you a girl. Quiet!" I think I must have gasped, but immediately clamped my jaw shut. "Good, you learn. Do you want to see what sort of girl our projections think you will look like? Turn your head to the left." I did to see a huge flat screen telly light up. On the right was a picture of me on the bed, on the other was the picture of a nude girl with a big cock between her legs in the same position I was. Oh God, the girl had my face! She had a stunning body, right out of Playboy. "Don't you agree, too sexy to be a boy. Now I'll briefly tell you why you, but then I expect you never to ask the question again. It's quite simple really, you have no relatives and your parents are dead. We were able to arrange things so that a third body was found in the blaze, and so you are officially dead as well. There is an active market in pretty little boy-girl slaves with no history or background, and so we got our hands on you! Now I know this is a shock, so I'm going to let you loose and you can have half an hour to cry. After that stop, or I'll have to punish you again. From then on you begin to live your new life." There was a click and my arms and legs where free. I curled up in a ball and started to cry. My parents dead, I couldn't believe it. Then this, my "tits" got in the way of my arms. I couldn't ignore them. What did she mean by slave? Why would anyone want a boy who looked like a girl? Was this some sort of weird homosexual thing? I wasn't gay! I loved looking at girls! I wanted to have sex, to have a girlfriend, maybe a wife one day, not be a thing! I tried asking questions, but the voice gave no answer. In half an hour exactly she came back. I didn't stop crying and so got "shocked" again. It was the most intense pain I had ever felt. When it eased I hugged myself and looked around fearfully. "Relax, follow orders and life will be easy, busy, but easy. Now stand up and walk over to the cupboard door on your right." I walked over and opened it to find some girls aerobics stuff. She talked me through how to put on the sports bra, thong body and shorts. The body held my penis up against my body, she called it my cock. I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed. Big tits and cock clearly visible, it looked gross. Then the telly came on again and I was told to follow along. It was the hardest workout I've ever done and if I missed any step she spoke up and told me I had earned another spank. It was so scary to know I was going to be punished more. This was so unfair, but I'd already learned the hard way to just go along. I frantically started to think about how I could escape, but this big room with its padded walls, seemed to be locked tight. When the video was done a panel in a wall slid back and this weird contraption slid out. I was told to strip and put everything back in the cupboard, and then she told me to go over to this thing. "Put your feet in each of the lower clamps." I did to have them snap shut around my ankles, that fear in the pit of my stomach grew. "Bend over the bar and place your face in the mast. Make sure you let the rod slip back into you mouth, and grab the two handles below the mask." The bar had a gap for my groin, and the handles where far enough away that I had to stretch to reach them. The mask was weird, a sort of reverse face with this long thick rod where the mouth was. I hesitated a moment then opened my mouth to slip it in. When my face was up against the spongy indentations I couldn't see a thing, and something snapped over both my wrists and my neck. With the rod right to the back of my mouth I could only breath through my nose. I was also totally blind. There was the sound of high-heeled steps coming up behind me. "Excellent, normally my girls need a bit more encouragement to get into the frame first time. Note that the rod has pressure sensors, if you bite it; you increase your punishment by one. Let's start... you earned 7." She began to spank me, not so hard really, but it sounded hard, and stung. I couldn't help but try to shout the first time, though nothing got out. When she was done I heard the steps retreat, then I was released. I stiffly stood up and rubbed my stinging bottom. She was gone from the room, and I still didn't know how she got in or out. There was no rest though as another door slid back to show a big shower room and toilet. Her voice came back to tell me to use the facilities. Then more embarrassment as I was talked through how to give myself a "douche". All this followed by the most rigorous cleaning I'd ever done, complete with stiff brushes, different soaps and creams, but at least lots of hot water. The rest of the day was filled with a couple of sessions learning about and trying on women's clothes (which I hated), watching and following video's about makeup (which I hated more), practice about how to walk (which was weird and earned me lots of points), reading Teen and then being tested on what I read. I particularly hated the article on how stay a virgin, yet please your boyfriend. I had to shower twice through all this, and every time I used the toilet had to "douche" my bottom. I was given little bits of food and lots of fruit juices to drink. It was all very tasty, but never enough, I felt constantly hungry, and occasionally a bit dizzy as the day wore on. I also got spanked after every session. My bum really started to burn all the time. Then finally a panel slid back and this weird big box slid out to open and show this impression of a person. I was told to lie in side, and actually started to shake as I did, but I still did it. The top closed down on me and it went very dark. The soft spongy stuff like in the mask was a really neutral temperature, but held me firmly. It left me sort of not feeling anything at all, very weird. Her voice came back. "Good girls have complete control over their big clitties. We're going to teach you how to behave. If you're good it will feel really good. If you're bad you'll be quickly punished, but then won't feel anything at all. Now erect." Suddenly whatever was holding my penis began to pulse as did around my new big breasts. I didn't want to react, but it really felt good, and my penis did start to go hard. Then she said, "Slacken." I didn't know what to do, but suddenly there was a painful jolt along my penis, making it go soft, and everything stopped. I could feel nothing, hear nothing, already scared I felt myself start to panic, but I could move an inch. Finally, "Erect," and the pulsing again. So that was the game. It went on and on, and finally I started to get the feel of letting something loose and starting to go soft when she said that word. It was when I'd done it right that the cover lifted off, and I jumped out. "Shower time." Exhausted I limply went through the motions and was so grateful when she said I could lie down. It couldn't have been for long though when I was woken up to start it all again. It was after my exercises that I was told to stop and write this. She just said to mention that what I'm wearing. Thong knickers that ride up my ass cheeks, a cupless bra with this tiny silk T-shirt that barely covers those monsters, suspenders and stockings and a very micro skirt. I hate this. Day 5 I actually managed to walk with the sway she said she wanted and kept the book on my head! As a reward I was allowed a piece of chocolate and was left to watch East Enders. I still had to answer a quiz after, but it was so nice to just sit for a few minutes. For a moment I could just forget what was happening to me. Day 17 I could swear my hips where growing bigger, but I have no way of measuring. Though I'm always wearing different clothes, they just fit differently. She started me on ballet lessons today. She said it would be good for learning how to walk and move. Its just another thing I hate. Day 22 She's making me choose my own clothes. She'll set a goal, like do the latest vogue fashion, or what was Brittany wearing at the Emmy's, or what would you like to see you wearing. Sometimes I've got to defend what I've chosen, colour mixes and the like. It was really hard, and I earned a lot of punishment. Day 28 At least she told me it was day 28. It could have been anything; I have no sense of time in here. I'm starting on how to do manicures on these pair of fake hands. It's weird, but a bit easier than doing my own. Speaking of which, mine are a good inch long each now. I got spanked badly the other day when I broke one. Yesterday in the coffin, my word for it, she calls it the training box; I actually managed to orgasm while I was soft. It felt so good with all the buzzing and stroking, but I knew I couldn't get hard. Weird, but she says I can play with myself now so long as I don't interrupt what I'm doing or get hard. She says she'll start a training session tomorrow on how to play with myself so no one will notice what I'm doing. I really, really hate this. Day 30 She played with my penis and breasts while she spanked me today. Its just another things to make me feel confused. I didn't know if it hurt of felt good. Day 33 I couldn't help myself; I talked back to her today. She was telling me to put on this silly maid's uniform and I went into a strop and said no. She warned me once and I went still, realising what I'd done. I breathed a sigh of relief when the punishment bar came out. I shouldn't have, it was no spanking this time, but a canning. It really hurt, even though one of her hands was stroking my hanging breasts. After she'd done three, she kept stroking me for a bit. I just don't know which way is up or down some days. Day 36 My nipples have become so big. I think she may have done something to them. They show through anything I'm wearing, which I never noticed much with real girls, but do see sometimes in East Enders when there's a love scene. That same time I was watching the telly as a reward I found myself moving slightly so my bra rubbed my nipples to feel good. It scared me to be doing something like that without thinking about it. Day 42 She actually told me to "cum" in the coffin today, what I thought was ejaculating from sex Ed. I did it too early though and had to be spanked, but it was an amazing orgasm. I'm supposed to learn how to do it only when I'm told. Later she said I was doing well at ballet, so I could start learning modern dance like the Spice Girls or Steps. I'm not sure that's a good thing. She also told me off for looking glum all the time. I'm supposed to walk around with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. I don't feel like it, but I know better than not to try. Day 47 She's making me learn how to do hair with these dummies heads and wigs. Why am I being trained to be a beautician? It makes no sense, but I know better than to ask. Day 61 Oh God, when I woke up today I thought they'd cut it off. I got shocked for panicking, and that hasn't happened in weeks. When I calmed down she explained how I'd had surgery to let me retract everything. She got me into the coffin next where for the first time I saw what she called "bio feedback of the appropriate muscles". I had to experiment a lot to figure out which muscles to use, but finally could feel him slither out, then in. It was exhausting, but I figured it out. When I got out of the coffin and had a shower, she had me pull him in. It was such a shock to pull up a pair of knickers and have them slip up flat. I looked at myself in the mirror and this girl looked back. My blond hair was now shoulder length. I couldn't help but start to cry, and got shocked. Day 87 While I was doing my face today, real subtle so you almost couldn't tell it was made up, I smiled at myself and thought I looked good. That really shocked me, because at the same time I felt good, and realised I had a hand in my lap just barely stroking my cock. I wanted to cry, but kept the smile on my face and finished my makeup. I promised myself I wouldn't play with myself like that. It was giving in, and I wasn't going to give in. I felt a little bit proud for still looking happy when I so obviously wasn't. Day 88 While I was having a shower I found myself soaping up my tits and penis a bit much. God, it feels so good though, how can I resist when it feels so good? Day 94 In the coffin today I managed to cum just when she said I should. Later when I was doing something else, she told me to stop, erect and cum. Much to my surprise I found I could. All it took was a deep breath and my cock got hard and started to spurt. To add insult she made me lick it off the floor. I had to control myself not to vomit, but knew that would be disastrous. Day 97 I was answering one of my quizzes about my day's reading of Cosmo. As I was doing it I suddenly realised that I had my hand in my lap, just slipped down the front of my skirt. I was retracted at the moment, and suddenly realised I was absent- mindedly fingering myself. I closed my eyes for a second and let an orgasm wash over me. Sometime back I'd given in to stopping myself from doing things like this. I don't know when, I'd only just realised I was doing it. As I carried on with the quiz I tried to count the number of orgasms I'd had. I think it was six already that day. I felt sick to my stomach. More sick when I realised what I'd just been doing, and if I could get a finger in there, other things could go there too. I was sure it would feel wrong though, and anyone raping me would find out my secret. Hell, they'd find it out if he was hanging loose anyway. I'd become such a thing I made myself sick. Day 104 Because I could dance to well, she said I could learn how to do strip. She said it like it was a reward or something. As I was making the moves, and taking my clothes off, I imagined someone watching me, maybe a man watching me, and suddenly huddled in a corner crying. It took two shocks before I gave in and went back to the dancing. Day 117 I was doing a strip routine and realised I wasn't just making the moves, it felt good to rub myself. I stumbled and earned some punishment. Why does my body betray me this way, feel pleasure from doing something I mentally found so awful? Day 122 She's been setting me some weird tasks, challenging me to make myself orgasm without her noticing. Today I actually managed it, stroked my cock off without her stopping me half way through and showing me how she noticed. I hadn't noticed myself even doing it until I orgasmed. I didn't know whether to be pleased or appalled. Day 132 I suddenly found myself doing my makeup a little wrong. When she said that was worth two spanks I could feel my nipples crinkle in anticipation. With a jolt it suddenly hit me that I hadn't been spanked in a long time I was getting so good at things. I'd deliberately done something that earned a punishment. Not one of the serious punishments like a whipping, which still hurt even though she played with me, but a spanking. Day 163 I woke up somewhere different today; it was a much smaller room, with all mirrored walls. There was a shower and toilet in one corner and a small chest of drawers. She told me to do my morning toilet, and do it sexy. Everytime I'd learned how to do something I'd also had to learn how to do it many ways, like a little girl, like a boy, and sexy to turn a man on. Not at all sure what was going on I did as told. Then got dressed and undressed in a number of different clothes. Sometimes just undressing, sometimes stripping. I was told to get myself into bondage positions, and into a number of poses. It was creepy, I always felt like I was being watched, but this was different, like I was really being watched this time. Finally this punishment bench came out of the floor and I was given a really good hitting. Finally, nude, I was told to put my ankles into a spreader bar and cuff my hands up over my head. This cylinder of glass came down from the ceiling, mirrored again. I could feel myself being moved and then I was just left. It felt like hours, all in near silence, but for the odd command to stick my tits out, or retract my cock, or erect. Weird. Finally I was gassed back to sleep. When I woke up I was back in my room. "Well done slut. I've just sold you for a very tidy sum." Oh my God. "You'll be pleased to know your new master wants you right away. He wants you dressed up as a schoolgirl. Use the kit you made with your old school colours. You'll be gassed, and then you'll awake in a cab. Don't try to find out where you came from, the cabbie will have picked you up from some random point." "You'll be monitored, don't try anything stupid. You can be punished anywhere, or made unconscious, or paralysed. You know we can." I did, I was doomed to this life. "You'll be dropped off at a caf? and you'll find your new master inside." Oh fuck, a man. I had hopped that at least whenever it happened it would be a woman. A little voice inside of me started to cry. I was no faggot, but I was going to have to live a faggot's life. "He'll call you by your old name, then tell you the score for your new life. Don't forget he can punish you, so be a good girl and just do what he says. It will be embarrassing and humiliating, but that's what you've been made for." My control slipped for just a second and I sobbed. "Ah ahh, none of that. I've taught you better." My smiling face went back on. "You've got half an hour, get ready." I let myself just take a few seconds to be silent and still. I'd known really that this was going to happen at some point, I'd just hoped... There was no hope now. I stood and went to the toilet to give myself my morning douche and then a quick shower. It took some doing to wash long hair and dry and arrange it in fifteen minutes, but I could do it. Schoolgirl look meant two ponytails, then quickly into a demi-bra, suspender belt and thong. My cock was out, so out it stayed. White patterned stockings, a white silk blouse, tied just beneath my tits instead of buttoned, and a wrap around miniskirt in my old school tartan. Three inch sandals, a touch of makeup and I was ready. I looked in the mirror in despair. In my old life I would have panted after someone looking like me. I remember Mike and I telling tales about what we'd do to Brittany after her first video came out. None but a very few of the real toffy girls dressed like this at school. They were way out of our league. Now I was in that league, hell even prettier than any of the girls at my school, but I would have given anything to still be living my old geeky life. *** It all went dark, and when I came to I was indeed in a black cab. It took a second to catch my bearings. I was slumped a bit in the seat, and quickly sat up and straightened my clothes. Sure enough the cabbie was grinning at me in the mirror, the bastard. He tried to start up a conversation but I just stayed silent. Thankfully it didn't take long. What got more disturbing was looking out the cab and seeing a part of the city that got more and more familiar. When we pulled up in front of a coffee bar that was just down the street from my old place I really didn't want to get out of the cab. My trainer talked to me though, with just a little tickle of pain. "Get out bitch." I'd wondered about how she talked to me, it had never seemed quite right how it sounded, but now I knew. I was wired for sound as well. I got out, and taking a deep breath, walked into the bar. "Hey David." I turned in fright to see Mike grinning at me from a table at the back. "Yeah, you heard. I'm the one. Get your ass over here." The last was backed up with another tickle of pain. Mike? My new owner? What was going on, this couldn't be right, or maybe this was the answer to my hopes! I walked over, feeling better with each step until I stood in front of the table. "Do a twirl. Now!" I did it, now completely confused. "Turn away and bend over." Looking at him over my shoulder I locked my knees and bent, feeling my skirt slip up to give him a full view of my ass. It took all my hard won control not to jump and bolt off when his hand slapped up between my legs, not at all gentle, to grope at my silk encased cock. "Shit, look at you. Who would have thought my buddy Dave would turn into a grade A piece of ass. Sit down here, facing away from the door and show us your tits." "Mike, I... Ahh!" I was hit with a hard bolt of pain. "Listen, no talking back, no hesitation. I say, you do." I sat down where he had pointed quickly, and with a quick embarrassed look around the shop, undid my blouse and pulled it apart. Thank God it was mostly empty, but it wasn't completely empty. My demi-bra was just enough to push and lift, not enough to cover my nipples. He moved over beside me in the booth and almost idly started fondling me. It... felt good and looking down at the tabletop I bit my lip. This was just so very, very wrong. "So, you must be wondering how the hell did your best friend Mike happen to come into ownership of something like you. Simple, I got rich. Remember the day your parents died? I was all excited and told you to keep Friday night free? Well, I'd just finally sorted selling off that website I'd been running. Made a fucking fortune." "Nobody knows it at all. I've had it hidden through a bunch of blind companies. No way I'm going to let my parents get their hands on my cash. I was actually going to take you along with me to a whorehouse. It was a blast I can tell you. The "lady" of the house took me under her wing and introduced me to all sorts of fun stuff. It was through her I found out about there still being a slave trade. Wicked huh?" "Well I got this idea. You know how I hate being out of things at school. It struck me that having a nice little compliant girlie get herself ensconced in the set at school, and then pulled me in. I actually was going to go for a proper girl, I'm no faggot. Yet who should I see at the auction but my old buddy! What a coincidence! It seemed perfect. I mean you know everything about me, what I like what I hate. A shame about the cock, but you just look too good. I debated getting them to cut it off, but it does allow all sorts of sick ideas." As he talked he put one arm around me and was currently feeling me up with both hands. "By the way, tuck it in." I did my thing and felt my cock slide up inside. He wasted no time and one of his hands slid down my belly and under the band of the skirt and my knickers. I shuddered as one of his fingers slipped in past those new lips. "Shit, even this feels right, you've even got a clit!" All through the last months I hadn't been touched by anyone, now here I was being felt up by my best friend. "You must be hating this!" I nodded once. "That just makes it so perfect I mean I never would have done this to you. Hell I was going to take you along for the ride with me. But given its been done I might as well take advantage." Just then a waitress walked up. "Would you like... Oh come on, keep yourself covered!" "Yeah, what a slut. Do up your blouse." I could feel my face burn, and I fumbled with tying it up again. Mike just moved his hand enough to let me do it, then slid his hand back underneath. "One more espresso please. Nothing for her." The waitress snorted in disgust and walked away. "Hey, your getting off on this aren't you?" My nipples were rock hard, and I could feel myself getting wet. That bitch had trained my body to love pleasure. I couldn't help myself and hated myself all the more because of it. "Cool, they said you'd be turned on by anything I did, but I never quite believed it. Who would have thought my good buddy would be turned into a slut? So were you a closet homo, or were they just too good? Answer me!" "I'm not a fag! I'm not. I've not touched another human being since... since... She just did this to me!" "Calm down. I won't have you making a scene." He pinched a nipple hard, and slid a finger in deeper. "Hmm, you can sort of feel your cock, but unless you knew it was there the average guy probably wouldn't notice. Not a fag huh? Too bad, because you and cocks are going to be real familiar." A couldn't stop a sob getting past my lips. "Now kiss my ear, the bitch waitress is coming back. Make like you're loving it. Tell me you're my slave and you'll do anything I want." I turned and lent against him. Steeling myself I kissed his ear. "I'm... your slave. I'll do..." "Here's your coffee. Look, if you're going to make out do it somewhere else. Okay?" He whispered back at me. "Look her in the eyes and tell her she's sexy. Ask her if she wants a date." I gulped, but turned to look at her. She was actually kind of cute dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt. "Umm, you're very... Uhh." He slid another finger in me. "You're very sexy, would you like to go on a date?" She blinked her eyes and looked shocked. "You bi or something?" "Tell her yes." "Yes." "Butch or Fem... Oh hell, fem obviously. Well... yeah, Okay. But not with him around. I don't do guys and I'm not gentle. Here's my number, how about Saturday?" "Sunday." he whispered. "Is Sunday. Okay?" "Yeah, fine. Cool. Oh all right, if you want to make out I'll seat people further away. Just be discrete all right? No moaning or shouting and keep your clothes on. I'll keep it in mind that you like doing it in public." She winked and turned to walk away with a saucy wiggle to her ass. I followed her with my eyes. Had what just happened really happened? Mike laughed. "She's a real butch lesbian. You're in for a ride!" I don't know quite what he meant, but going out with a girl couldn't be all bad. "We got to be a school soon, but I'm in need of a little relief." He sat back and spread his arms to the back of the booth. "Time for you to start earning your keep. It's blowjob time." I looked at him in horror. "But... Please don't Mike. I've never..." I winced with pain. I couldn't see how he did it, but it happened. "This is so cool. Now a few rules bitch. No talking back. I say blowjob; you smile and reach for my crotch. I don't care if you've never done it. That just makes it better for me. I was told you'd done lots of reading, yeah? Cosmo, and Vogue, that sort of thing?" I nodded. "And they've trained your throat to take things?" I thought of the punishment bench and the gags. In retrospect it made sense, at the time I didn't understand at all. Maybe I didn't want to understand. "So, reach over, haul me out and get sucking." He was grinning at me, completely relaxed. He'd always been the one to decide things, I just followed along. This though, this was wrong, but what could I do? My hand was actually trembling as it reached over. His crotch was bulging and I could feel the heat through his jeans. I brought my other hand over and began to undo his belt and the buttons. Underneath he was wearing Johnny Boxers. We'd always called them fancy pants disparagingly in the shops. Obviously things had changed. "I... I can't... Ahh." More pain. Funny how that changes things. I slipped a hand under the band of his boxers and felt his cock, hard and hot. I'd never touched another boy down there, now here I was pulling my best friend's cock out. It was huge. "Go on." All those articles on how to give blowjobs were running through my head. I'd read them because I'd been told to; I never really thought I'd have to do one. He put a hand behind my head and pushed it down. There was a drop of something, cum I guess, at the tip. Licking was supposed to be a good start. Taking a deep breath I put out my tongue and licked him. I actually licked my best friend's cock! It was just a bit salty and slick. The cock twitched in my hand. "Just do it bitch." With a jerk be pushed my head down and it popped past my lips. It was like something snapped in my head. I was done; there was no going back. I could feel my eyes tear up as I started to suck him. There was a tugging behind me. "Okay, a few more rules. You sit down with your skirt out of the way." My skirt was pulled back and flipped up. "Shit, you have a truly historic ass." He was groping me, slapping my cheeks, and then he slid a finger under the thong and rammed it hard into my ass then pulled it out. I squeaked around him. "Good, nice and clean. Keep it that way. Any hint of shit on my cock after fucking your ass and you'll regret it. Make sure it's kept nice and lightly greased like this too. Also, when you're sitting, I wand those legs just spread enough to make you available. Oh fuck that's good." I continued sucking on his prick, getting dizzy from the musky smell and the sheer act of what I was doing. "So, I understand you can cum at will?" I looked up at him warily and nodded. "Good, we don't have time to break any more cherries this morning, but there's another rule you've got to keep. It's the sticky knickers rule. Over the course of any day you've got to ensure something is leaking out of one of your play holes into your knickers. From tomorrow onwards you can't supply that yourself, for today you will. When I cum, you cum. Got it?" He gave my ass a hard slap and used his other hand to push my head down. His cock slid deep into my throat. To my surprise it slid down, but then I remembered all the times on the punishment bench and with the gags. At one point I had wondered if they were getting longer. I guess they had. "Fuck yeah, what a throat! Ahh, here it..." Suddenly he jerked up and his spunk started to jet deep into my throat. Part of me didn't want to, but involuntarily my own cock tensed and within its nest in my crotch started to jet into my knickers. As he caught his breath I slowly lifted myself up, disgusted at what had just happened. No matter how the future went, even if I managed to find a way out of this hell, I could never forget that another man had cum in my mouth. I had to hold back the urge to vomit. Mike was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Tidy me up bitch." I reached over and re-arranged him back into his jockey's and jeans. All the while I could feel the dampness spread through the silk covering my crotch. He even reached up between my legs to check and made me lick his fingers clean. He put some money on the table and motioned me to stand. "Your bag is the Prada over there. It's got your gym kit, a change of lingerie as well as enough to get you through the classes today. Don't worry about studying, I don't expect you to learn or pass anything. If you get homework I've made arrangements for it to be done well enough to get you through to next year." We were walking out of the bar and the waitress, I didn't even know her name, grinned at pointed to my cheek as she mimed whipping it off. I was about to reach up when Mike stopped me. "What you can't lick off dries there until you take a shower after gym. It will teach you not to let anything go to waste." "Now where was I? Oh yea, my grand plans for you being my ticket into the jet set. You're going to be hounded for dates. For now only accept offers from John, Edward, Mick, Lee or Callum." They were the lead jocks and the in crowd. "We'll spread the net wider later, but within the next couple weeks I want you to date them all. Needless to say they're all going to get a good time aren't they?" I just couldn't look at him, but could feel myself blush with shame. "I also want you to get close to the girlies. As an incentive I want you to get at least one of them into the sack. If you do I may just let you whip your cock out, cleverly camouflaged as a dildo of course." It wasn't much as incentives went. "Now, after school... The bag has some ID and credit cards. You've got a clothes budget of ?5,000 a month. At least every second change I want it to be something you made yourself. I'll give you a bit of leeway this week only though. In particular I want you to go shopping for something for tonight. You know my tastes, get something that's going to make me horny and in the mood. You're going to loose your other cherry's tonight. I can be gentle or brutal; it'll all depend on how nice and relaxed you make me. Seduce me and we'll both have fun. Resist and only I'll enjoy myself." "Where... where do I meet you?" I was slapped casually. It shocked me still though; I'd never known he had a violent streak. "Only when spoken too remember. I was just getting to that. There's an address in there that's your new home. Well, it's my home away from home. I won't be there until eight tonight, so explore away. There's an empty walk in close off the master bedroom that is your room. When I'm not with you, or haven't given you away for the night, you sleep on the floor in there. Make sure you know where all the toys are before I get there." "Right, we should split up here. It'll be a few weeks before you 'officially' notice me at school. Before we part ways though, turn in here." He pointed to a dirty ally. Glancing at him nervously I went in. "Turn towards the wall and bend over. I've caught my second wind." My heart started beating faster, but from the look on his face I knew I had no choice. Turning to the grimy brick wall, I bit my lip and bent over slightly. I looked over my shoulder as he stared at my skirt-clad bottom. He looked like a boy opening a Christmas present as he lifted the skirt up and flipped it up my back. His had pulled back and he hit me hard. I could feel the blood run just a bit from where I'd bitten my lip. At the same time there was a glow in my belly, damn her! He unbuckled his jeans and hauled himself out. God, it looked even bigger than before. His hands spread my cheeks and I could feel the hot rod move between them. Then the tip pressed against my rose bud. This wasn't like douching at all, this was real and ugly. I couldn't watch any more and turned my eyes to the wall. A grunt escaped past my lips as his cock popped past my sphincter. His fingers brutally gasped my hips as he pulled back onto him. With all the past few months there was frankly not much pain, it was just the deep humiliation of it all. One of his hands reached around and into my blouse. He grabbed at one my tits, hard, mauling the nipple between his fingers. I may have bent over, and not fought him, but this was rape pure and simple. I was being raped by a boy I had thought was my best friend. "Bring it out and get it hard," he whispered in my ear and I let my cock slide from its hiding hole. One of his hands grabbed me painfully. "This turns you on doesn't it? You little faggot, you like getting it up the ass. Tell me you like it, tell me how much you want my cock up inside you." "I... want it. I... want your cock." I'd never lied so hard in my life. He went silent and just continued banging into me. I suppose it didn't take long, but it felt like an eternity. Finally he jammed into me hard and I could feel that deep pump of his sperm into my belly. I orgasmed, God help me, but I did. Sighing with satisfaction he pulled back and his softening prick slipped out of me. "Yeah, that is as good an ass as I suspect it was going to be. I'd wanted a longer time tonight, but now was just a fine and fitting way to take that cherry, plans be damned. I've still got one to take tonight." What did he mean by that? I didn't really have a pussy. My ass was slapped. "Come on, get on your knees and lick me clean." Wearily I turned around and got down on my knees. Any thought of resistance was gone, even given the thought of where that cock had just been, I opened my mouth and sucked him in. Thankfully my toilet regime seemed to be good enough. It tasted more of the strawberry lube I used every morning. I tucked him back into his jeans while he carried on talking. "Okay, I don't want you dribbling on the floor on your first day, so you can change your knickers. There should be a matching pair to your bra in your bag. I'll see you tonight at eight remember? By the way, another rule: No nooky with any of the boys today, just set up dates. Any night from tonight is okay. Invite them over for a video of something. You've got ten minutes to get to school. First class is history with Mr Engels. Oh, leave your cock out. You can slip it in just before you pull your knickers down in the changing room." After patting me on the head he turned and walked off. I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders as I stood up. I wanted to break down and cry, but knew I couldn't. Funny how just one hour could turn your friendship for someone to out and out hate. He had me though, had me just where he wanted. I had no choice. So I dug deep into that training, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, and smiled. It was all a front; inside I was bawling my eyes out. Talking a quick look to ensure no one was looking I slipped my soggy thong down my legs and hurled it into a bin. I zipped open the bag and grimaced. A big dildo fell out; I was going to have to be very careful with this bag. There were other toys, a gag, handcuffs, stuff I didn't recognise. I carefully put it in the bottom of the bag and moved the clothes on top. They gym kit consisted of the standard school T-shirt, though this one was almost transparent, the wrap was almost too small, and the sports bra and knickers were a black mesh. Shit. The replacement knickers were a French cut. My cock almost hung out the bottom; I was going to have to be very careful indeed. Immediately the back started to soak through with the cum oozing out of my ass. That bastard, why did he have to make rules like this? Quickly checking my make up I squared my shoulders and walked out the alley. There was a bus coming fast down the road, and with instant clarity I moved quickly to step in front of it. Just as I was about to step off the curb my muscles froze. There was a moment's hesitation then I heard Mike's voice. "Ah ahh! Don't even think it. You are being watched, and you don't want to make daddy unhappy do you? Get your ass to school." I stumbled back, and almost crumbled, but took another deep breath and turned to my fate. It only took a couple minutes to get there. As I walked I realised I didn't know what my new name was? Zipping open the bag I remembered seeing a handbag. In it was some credit cards, ID and money. "Candy Kane" was the name on the cards. I actually laughed, then grimaced as I thought of introducing myself. There was a small wallet in the bag, and on opening it I found a second set of ID and cards, "Porche Usemiass", the age on these was 18. I checked the "Candy Kane" ID and it was my real age of 15. I didn't want to think about the reasons behind that for the moment. As I walked it was hard to concentrate. I could tell people were looking at me, my clothes made me feel very vulnerable. It didn't help to keep having flashbacks to his pubic hair brushing my nose, or his hand pinching my tit. Nor did it help to have his taste in my mouth or to feel my ass cheeks slide against each other as I walked, slick with his cum. The school was just as I remembered it, all the faces familiar. I kept my breathing slow as I walked through the throngs to get to my first class. Sure enough everyone turned to watch me, but thankfully no one shouted out my real name. I found a seat and sat down, careful to slide the skirt back out of the way. I'd always wondered why I'd been taught that. I don't remember much of the class; at the end when I closed my notebook it was full of doodles, not a single note. Next class was math, and it went the same way. Then it was time for gym, the class I was dreading. I almost turned into the boys change room automatically. On going into the girls I stumbled for a second. It was full of girls in various states of undress. For the first time in a long time I had to physically control myself when I felt my cock begin to swell. I saw the "IT" girls over in a corner, and thought there would be no better time than the present. There was a locker free near them and I went and put my bag down. They were chatting away about nothing in particular, but I could see them check me out from the corner of my eye. Nervous as a kitten I felt my hands tremble just a bit as I undid my blouse. Piece by piece I undressed, not sexy, but carefully. A wrong move would expose my cock. When I was bending over to slip off my skirt I heard them giggle. Tanya, she was the real bitch of the troop, spoke up. "Nice one, who was the lucky boy?" I blushed deep, "No one you know." "Ever hear of handkerchiefs?" "Leave her alone Tanya, I've seen you with the odd damp spot after a bit of slap and tickle." Tanya laughed loud and slapped the other girl's ass playfully. I slid my cock in, and taking a breath pulled the knickers down. No one said a thing, one test passed anyway. Moving quickly I put my kit on. I grimaced when I pulled on the tight T-shirt. The bra was clearly viable underneath, and with the mesh fabric you could just make out the darker shade of my nipples. As I was doing up my trainers Tanya came over. She rubbed the material of my tight T-shirt. "Not standard issue. Cool. Have lunch with us after." She swept by followed by the others, who either grinned or sneered at me. Thankfully it was a pretty easy class. Girls weren't made to do much. I found it effortless to do the simple aerobics we were put through. Afterwards in the shower, I had to not look at anyone else very hard. There was a weird little incident. Claire, a mouse of a girl I had known and fancied, accidentally slipped and knocked Tanya. Nude, she actually had a stunning body; I'd always been too shy to ask her out and now deeply regretted it. Tanya grabbed her by the hair and threw her towards me. "Hold her." Blinking fast I took Claire by the shoulders. Tanya reached over and pinched one of her nipples hard. "Don't you ever do that again!" "No Tanya! I won't Tanya, I'm really sorry." The bitch turned back to her shower and I let Claire go to see her run sobbing from the shower stalls. Bullying didn't only happen in the boy's locker room it seemed. I felt miserable to have taken part in that. Still, on going back to my shower it felt wonderful to wash off. I could have stayed there all day, washing all thought of him from my body. It was also worth the view. There were some stunning girls in there, some not so stunning too. At one point while I was washing up between my cheeks Tanya walked by and whispered at me. "Yeah, the girls were right, I love the feel of it too." Shortly after that I walked back into the change room as I dried myself. "Hey Candy, help me with my bra will you?" It was Tanya, and a bit bemused I walked over and helped do the hooks behind her back. It was basic stuff to do that yourself; I don't know why she asked me. I did notice though that a couple of the other girls had called over others to help them out. "Hold out my knickers." Bending over a bit I put them down so she could step in. I was more than a little put off when she balanced herself on my shoulder. It did, however, put me very close to her pussy. I'd never been so close to one before. This was a bit weird; it was like some wolf pack thing with the girls higher up the social chain showing their dominance. Tanya looked at me smugly, but pleased as I stood up. I guess I had passed some sort of test. "You, Claire, help Candy out." Poor girl came over timidly, and I tried to smile to make her relax, but she grabbed at the blue bustier I was holding. I turned and let her do it up almost jumping a mile when she actually slid a hand deftly around my breasts to slip them in the cup. Then she went onto her knees to help me into the high cut bikini panties. Tanya walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Hmm, looks like you got an admirer." Then laughed as Claire blushed and hurried off. "Nice," she stroked the back of the bustier. "I don't recognise the make." "I... made it." It was one I done during my time. She looked impressed. "Wow, I couldn't do that. You obviously have the dosh to buy, why make it?" I shrugged, "This way I get exactly what I want." "Cool, maybe you can do me some things?" I nodded and smiled, "Look, I'm going for a little Bond Street therapy later with some of the girls. Want to come?" We both kept on dressing and just started chatting. Mostly about clothes, she wanted to know where my shoes came from. I asked about her handbag. Some of the others joined in to disparage the latest Paris pr?t a porter shows. Before I knew it I was walking along with them to our next class. Just as I was about to go in, Lee, a big rugby player, stopped me. The girls grinned and left us alone. Somehow I found myself against the wall with his arm right beside my head. "You're Candy right?" It was a bit bizarre, and very off putting, but he wasn't looking me in the eyes, just staring at my chest. "You're just the angel sent from heaven to save this poor sinner. What about going out?" This was easier than I'd ever thought it would be. Yet accepting this would commit me to this life of hell. Just then Mike's voice spoke up and I felt a tickle of pain. "Tomorrow night, your pad. He brings a take out." I darted my eyes about and saw him at the end of the hall. "I... Okay, how about tomorrow night? You can bring an Indian to my place and we'll watch a video." He grinned, "Fantastic." He seemed a bit bemused that I had to look up my address, but accepted my excuse that I'd just moved. We both turned into class, and he strutted ahead like a lion who'd just made a kill. I was a bit dazed, it had been too easy. Not all that long ago Lee wouldn't have looked twice at me. Once in the classroom I saw an empty seat beside Tanya. As I sat down she leaned over, grinning. "He got you huh? Lee always liked fresh meat. Fair warning, he's a mauler and a..." she held her little finger up and wiggled it, giggling. It was an English class, and I spent most of it trading notes with Tanya and the other girls. Afterwards we all went to the cafeteria together. It was kind of fun, though I couldn't help but notice the games they played with each other. Tanya would ask one of the girls to get her something, she asked me to get her some milk. It wasn't that she needed it, more to prove she was queen bee. At one point Callum came over and the two of them talked for a bit privately. I couldn't help but notice them both looking at me. She came back and smugly told me I had a date two days from now, a double date with her and Callum, me and Mick. I just smiled. It was just after that when Mike's voice picked up in my ear. "Behind the bike sheds, now." Nervously I made an excuse and left. Coming round the end of the sheds I saw Mike leaning against the wall. He crocked a finger and I walked over. "Smile at me bitch." I took that deep breath and smiled sweetly at him. "Get your tits out." Still smiling I unbuttoned my blouse and slid the bustier cups down. He reached out and flicked a nipple. "What a slut, 5 hours and already 2 dates and friends with the girlie set. On your knees." Still smiling I knelt, and trying to look happy began to unbuckle his jeans. He was soft this time, so I gently sucked him in, feeling him begin to harden in my mouth. It was a horrible feeling. His cock grew down my throat and all I wanted to do was cry. His smile grew and I suddenly felt my hands grabbed. "Relax, it's a friend come to play with us." Roughly my wrists were encased in hard steel. My skirt was flipped up and my knickers yanked down. Something hard and hot pushed between my cheeks. Oh God, not again! Whoever it was pushed hard, and it slid right in. He wasn't gentle and slammed himself deep. "Yeah! Do her hard!" Mike was holding onto my head by the ponytails, grinding his pelvis into my face. I felt like I had a pole pushed straight through my body. My every sense was overwhelmed. The sent of Mike, every ridge on the cock in my ass as it moved in and out, the site of pubic hair close up, fingers gripping me hard at my hips, the gravel under my knees. Then... Mike pulling away, and I'm lifted still impaled. Strong black hands wrap around me, covering my mouth and one breast. Mike stands there grinning as he strokes himself. One hand reaches out and lifted up my skirt. "One cherry to go!" What did he mean? No, not that! I was a boy! Yet it happened, his cock slowly sinking into me. I can't describe the feeling, the two cocks rubbing up inside me separated by my inner flesh. How had they made me like that? I felt stuffed, filled and yet completely empty. This was rape, I would have done just about anything else to avoid this, but I had no choice. I had no more choice at all in my life. The worst of it was, it felt good, it felt... amazing, and I hated it. I opened my eyes to see Mike's grinning face as he pistoned in and out of me. Then it was done, they both exploded inside me, I exploded and they pulled back. I felt almost drunk as I staggered to keep my balance. Those rough hands yanked up my knickers and straightened my skirt. "Lunch time over bitch, time to go back to school." He gave my ass a squeeze and walked off. I turned to see this huge black guy who merely smiled and walked off himself. Taking a deep breath, I checked my clothes and made my body relax. What I really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but that would only make it worse. In an instant that gelled my thinking. It was all about making my life as least bad as possible. I would have to live every moment about minimising the humiliation and horror of it. I knew Mike, knew him like no one else. It would be possible, but acting like the slut he wanted, to stop it from being a complete nightmare. Better the devil you knew. I walked out to the yard and back to the school. As I neared the door Tanya and some of the others walked up. They smelled of smoke. She nodded her head over her shoulder, "Is that your nooner?" I looked to see the retreating back of the black. I could feel myself blush, and she grinned wickedly, yet looked impressed at the same time. "Maybe you'll introduce me one day." "Tell her the two of you can double time him if you want." Mike's voice whispered in my ear. I screamed internally, but smiled and said, "If you want, maybe we could do him together some time?" She looked shocked, and then laughed, "You are my type of girl!" The other girls gave us both weird looks. I don't remember much of the rest of the afternoon. I mean I know I was in classes, and that I even took notes and talked with people between classes. It's just like it was someone else. All my thoughts were focused strictly on how to keep Mike happy. Keeping him happy kept the pain and humiliation to a minimum. It was like a mantra through my mind. I do remember one thing though. A class were his little whisper in my ear said "I'm told you can bring yourself off with no one noticing. Prove it." I surreptitiously looked around; everyone was bored or focused on the teacher. I let my hand drift to my lap and I bent over the desk. Slowly my fingers dipped down the front of the skirt. No, no one looking. Then... the only notice anyone would have was a little sigh that escaped my lips when I orgasmed. "Cool, I wouldn't have known if your little happy light hadn't gone on." God, he had all the monitoring stuff she had. The class went on. It was done, school was over. As we walked out Tanya came up. "So, where do I pick you up?" I must have looked confused. She laughed, "Silly bitch, we go home, get changed, then I pick you up for our little session with our plastic?" I really was too paranoid and felt a bit silly as I gave her my new address. I hadn't even been there and I was giving it out. No Mike whispers as I found my way "home". It was a pretty nice place, all very modern, all new. A converted loft, all open plan with the bedroom up one level with even the loo and shower in the open. There was a small gym, a huge sofa with a wife screen TV and a well decked out kitchen. What I couldn't find was any women's clothes, only closets full of things for Mike. Then I noticed what had to be a false panel in the wall. It opened into a walk in closet. Lots of men's clothes, some kinky uniforms, but even more empty shelves, rails and drawers. All I found was a little box. On it a card "Just enough for today. Get yourself shopping." In it was a red slip dress and a red silk bikini and bra set. The bra was little more than two triangles and a bit of string. Sighing I had a quick shower, it was so tempting to make it longer. I felt dirty, used, and just wanted to scrub it all off me. Useless of course. A quick scrub dry then back to the clothes. The dress hung loosely from me, the bra very visible, and the bottom of the dress barely covered my bottom. Just in time the doorbell rang, and I rushed out to find Tanya waiting by a very cool Porche Boxter. Must have been a recent present from daddy. We got in and drove off. "Nice place, I noticed them doing it up a while back. A bit small though. Where are your parents?" "I... they're dead. I'm a ward of an... uncle. He just runs the trust and leaves me alone." "Cool, no controls. Not that my daddy has any chance of getting me to do what he wants." She laughed cruelly. "So, you serious about us and black boy?" It was what Mike wanted, "Yeah." "Ever done it with another girl?" "No." "Me neither, but I've always wondered." She put a hand on my knee. Her face was pointed straight ahead, serious, but her hand drifted slowly upwards. Then she just started talking about school, who she rated who she hated. All the while her hand slipped up under my dress to rest between my legs. I didn't stop her, I knew better than that. This was what Mike wanted; besides the thought of doing it with Tanya was about the only good thing that had happened today. We drove up into the West end, just chatting normally, all the while her hand stayed between my legs. Finally she parked and we walked out. As we stood in the elevator, she started to talk about which shop to do first. I had to control a jump as her hand stroked down my back to cup my ass. This was weird, like I wasn't supposed to react, like it wasn't happening. We hit the first shop. I didn't have a clue what to do, but it didn't matter. Tanya took control, sweeping through the place checking things out. I just followed and let her check things out on me. She didn't seem to be looking for herself. Soon we had a bunch of things and we went to the change rooms. I was a bit surprised when she followed me in to one. All she did was sit. I knew without her saying anything that she wanted me to do more than just undress. Equally I knew she wasn't going to say a thing. For whatever reason this had to seem like two friends out shopping. If I didn't play along then this, whatever this was, would end now. I'd probably loose any chance to be her friend. I started talking about East Enders and slipped a spaghetti strap off my shoulder. We chatted as I stripped in front of her. It didn't take long, but I didn't just undress either. No one could have told a thing from our conversation... Hell, she wasn't even looking at me directly, but there was no doubt she was looking at me. I was down to just knickers, and turned to pick up the first blouse. As I bent over I had to control myself from jumping to feel a hand slide up between my legs. I stood and put on the blouse without turning. Her hand didn't move as a finger slid against those lower lips through the thin silk. Even I could hear how husky my voice became as I asked her about the blouse. Her hand pulled away as she stood, only to come back and slide down the back of my knickers as she looked at me in the mirror over my shoulder. It continued on like that, one of her hands on ass, cunt or tit as I tried on various pieces of clothing. It was weird, but oddly exciting, and like none of the other stuff over the course of the day, a bit thrilling. We settled on a few things, and went on to the next store. There I tried to pick out some things for her, but that clearly wasn't what she was after. I even tried touching her, only to have my hand batted away. This was her game. We hit five stores before stopping for a coffee and meeting up with Celia and Dawn. I kind of thought that once with the others the game would stop, but it didn't. It did get a lot subtler, and I also had to put up with her kind of putting me down in front of them, but it continued. The other girls didn't seem to notice. Finally we stopped, I had loads of stuff, Tanya almost nothing. That the other girls did notice, but she said nothing as they jibbed her. So I was a little shocked we she pulled me in to one more store on the way to the car. I was led over to the lingerie section. "So, what would I look good in?" This was clearly some sort of test, and I tried to gauge her reaction as I browsed. When I came across a black bra, the non- expression on her face changed just a bit. "Definitely this." She looked pleased and I quickly found a pair of black leather shorts. We went to the change rooms. "Help me off with this will you?" I took off her jacket, and then started on her blouse as she stood there passively. Next the bra, and this time she did nothing as I cupped her breasts from behind as I slid it off. This was more like it; finally I was feeling up a girl, and a bloody gorgeous one as well. She turned then, "Skirts are always such a nuisance aren't they?" I stood close as I unzipped her from behind, and then went to my knees as I took it down. She balanced on my shoulders as she stepped out of it, then turned and bent over to pick the bra up, her lush ass pushing back to my face. I took a deep and kissed her at the juncture of her legs. She sighed and slowly stood up. "Help me into it!" I stood and reached around to mould her breasts into the cups. It felt wonderful to feel them, and I couldn't help myself but kiss her neck only to have her move just a bit forward. I got the hint and slowly pulled my hands out to do up the bra clasp. Then she turned and handed me the shorts. She wasn't looking at me at all, just at her reflection. I knelt to have her balance on my head this time as she lifted a foot. This time her silk clad pussy was right in front of me. It was a heady scent so close. I'd never even kissed a girl and here I was inches away from a pussy. She started talking about how the coffee we'd just had was too burnt. Yet when her second leg came down it rested on my shoulder, yanking my face forward. My open mouth was on the silk. I slowly stuck out my tongue and felt her folds through the fabric. In a further hoarsening voice she kept on talking about the damn coffee. Finally I felt her shudder and she stepped back to pull the shorts up and turned to look in the mirror. "What do you think? Suits me doesn't it?" She looked like a teenage dominatrix. Very sexy indeed. "It looks great." I was flashed a huge smile, "Yeah it does. Lets get me changed." It was a bit different this time, not so charged, a bit playful. When I turned to fold up the shorts she actually goosed me. As we walked up to the counter I missed a step as Mike whispered, "Cool, keep this up bitch. Oh, and you pay for the nice clothes for nice Tanya." Part of me was relieved that he was pleased, part of me was raging that he had just stolen something from me. As I paid for the clothes, Tanya stood a bit behind me and I felt a hand glide up under my dress. It was somehow less sexy this time, because he wanted it to happen, because he was somehow watching. We walked back to the car, talking about nothing in particular. I wondered what would happen in the elevator this time, and wasn't surprised when she stood behind me. She started verbally ripping apart the clothes some poor woman in the street had been wearing. At the same time one of her hands slid up the front of my legs and to my crotch. Her fingers pulled the front of my knickers away and slid down to feel me skin to skin. Her other hand drifted under the front of my dress to cup a breast. Then just as the doors were to open she pulled back, all without a break in the flow of words. We got to the car and I dumped all the parcels in. Then hopped in the car and drove off. This time, all without taking her eyes off the road, or without stopping the conversation about what a fool one of our teachers was, she reached over and slid a spaghetti strap down one arm, then did the same for a bra strap. One of my breasts was free to the air. She just kept on driving and talking as she mauled it. Mike had done no worse to what she was doing. I struggled to keep the false conversation going, but somehow did. When we pulled up in front of the flat, she just stopped and pulled out a nail file. "See you in school tomorrow." I straightened my clothes, got all the bags and she just drove away. I felt let down somehow. Didn't I even deserve a kiss? As I dejectedly walked up the steps Mike's voice