Punished
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PUNished (HA-HA! Get it?!)
By The Anonymous Bastard
Hi, my name is Steve. At least it used to be. Now it's Jake. I
had it changed last fall. No, I would never get it changed to
some girly name like "Cindy" or "Jenny." Why on earth would I do
that? Anyway, it all started last year. I was getting ready for
the big homecoming festival. Naturally, I had my eye on the girl
of my dreams- Suzie Lawsonitingshiremont. Looking back, all I can
think is, "What a dumb fucking name." That, and she had tits. Big
tits. Large, firm ones. The kind that, if you think long enough,
you'll be tempted to go up and touch them just to check if
they're real, only to get slapped across the face. But I am
digressing rapidly.
Suzie was beautiful. She had long, perfectly tanned hair, the
cutest fucking nose (if that's possible, I have yet to see any
documentation on nasal sex), beautiful collagen-injected lips,
and the most well defined hips and ass you can expect from
someone whom I fondly remembered from my school days. Suzie would
always come to school dressed in these short, tight outfits. She
was always getting into trouble with the teachers who told her
she dressed like a whore. She just batted her heavily made-up
eyes, smacked her gum and said,
"Whatever!" So poetic.
So anyway, one day I was walking home from school, as I do every
day. I just so happened to pass by a store named "Nikki's" where
Suzie's friend Jamie worked. This has no relevance to the story
whatsoever.
So one of those fucked up days, I went home, backpack on my back,
books in my hand, .38 in my inner coat pocket (those were tough
times!), and I saw Suzie, sitting on my front porch, gracefully
plucking the petals from an orchid branch. Now, I was shocked to
say the least. Those are expensive plants! What right did she
have to come on to my property and destroy my carefully cultured
flora. I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I stormed
right up to her and said,
"Hey, Suzie, how are you?"
"Hi, Brad, what are you doing?" she replied.
"This is my house. I was coming home from school. And my name
isn't Brad. It's Steve. Why are you here?"
"Well, Greg, I seem to have locked myself out of MY house. Do you
think you can give me a hand?"
"Suzie, your house is two miles from here, in the opposite
direction from school. You can't bullshit me with that lame
excuse. How dumb do you think I am?"
Suzie looked shocked, as if some sort of cosmic plot hole had
been ripped open.
"Well, I..." she stammered.
"Get off my property, you damn fine sexy bitch, you!"
At that moment, a black 1991 Lexus LS400 with 4-wheel suspension,
an on-board stereo, dual exhaust pipes, anti-rust warranty
package, and a 6-year or 50,000 mile guarantee, pulled up to the
curb. Two girls dressed entirely in black jumped out and ran
right towards me. My only thought was, "Wow, they're really well
organized!"
Now, when two ninja chicks pull up and try to jump you, you don't
stand there with your mouth wide open like a freshwater bass
waiting to be caught. No! You run like your ass is on fire! And
run I did. But they were much, much faster than me. Fortunately,
they both tripped over the same tree root and I was able to make
my escape. But as I ran around the corner, I lost my footing and
fell into...
COSMIC PLOT HOLE(tm)!
I awoke, tied to a bed. Both my arms were tied with square knots,
while my feet were fastened with half-hitches. Where the rope or
the bed or me came from, I do not know. The room itself was
extremely feminine. The walls were all pink, and the bed was a
frilly cotton lace. I felt like I was in a Hallmark card. Blech.
Then Suzie walked in. She was wearing an angora sweater, the kind
no one has stepped outside with since 1964. I can't remember what
kind of skirt she wore. Most of that year is a blur due to my
heavy use of narcotics. But what I do know is that she was
standing there, in high-heels, a whip in hand, her titanic tits
straining out from under the angora as if to say, "I CAN'T
BREATHE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Ever the smart ass, I made a witty comment.
"Hey, dere," I said in mock New Englander accent. "Would ya mind,
eh, untyin' me?"
She approached me so closely that her hair flopped down upon my
face.
"No," she purred. Oooh. Seductive. Needless to say, I had a
raging hard-on at this point. But no one seemed to notice. Just
as well.
"I'm going to keep you here for a while," she continued, "You
see, you used to date my sister, Diane. She was very happy while
you were around. But it seems as though when the two of you broke
up, it was not on the best of terms. In fact, if I recall, your
parting words were, 'At least I don't dress like a whore!' Well,
I'm here to show you the error of your ways."
After a long silence, I spoke up. "I have no idea what you are
talking about. I never dated Diane. I haven't dated ANYONE- EVER
And you don't even HAVE a sister. What on earth is wrong with yo-"
I was cut off by Suzie trying to stick a ball gag into my mouth.
But I saw it coming and closed my mouth just before it reached.
Suzie shrugged and pinched my nose shut. There was a long pause
of me holding my breath. Then, through clenched teeth, I inhaled
through a small hole in the side of my mouth. Suzie attempted
vainly to shove the ball gag through this tiny hole, but it was
to no avail. She gave up, resignedly.
"Well, I guess I have no choice but to show you just how much of
a whore you are. And at that moment the two ninja girls entered
the room and began removing my clothes. In a matter of seconds, I
was naked, which was quite a feat considering I was tied to the
bed. I was grabbed and pulled to my feet.
"You're going to go into the bathroom and take a nice, long
shower."
"Do you want me to shave from the neck down or something?" I
asked.
All three girls looked at each other quizzically, then formed a
huddle. They murmured for a few seconds, then turned to face me.
"No," said Suzie, "I guess we didn't plan that far ahead. Just
take a shower."
"Okiedokie," was my reply.
I turned on the water to the shower. I waited until it was warm
before stepping in. I dampened all my body, applied soap,
lathered, rinsed, and repeated. All the while, I wondered about a
great many things, like 'Do I have lazy or dry hair?' and 'What
pH balance is right for ME?' Stepping out, I was significantly
cleaner. Hanging in front of me was a very feminine pink
bathrobe/kimono that someone must have put on the door while I
was in the shower. How odd that I did not hear them come in.
Instead of donning the robe and risk having a potential blackmail
situation if a picture was taken, I opted to wrap the white towel
around my waist.
I exited the bathroom. One of the ninja chicks was standing
there, camera in hand. She looked extremely frustrated when I
came out wearing a towel.
"God! You were SUPPOSED to wear the kimono! NOW how are we going
to blackmail you?" she asked.
"Never mind that," replied Suzie, "Let's show him just the kind
of whore he is."
She ran over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of white cotton
panties. Nothing sexy about them- they had a brief-like cut.
These were pulled up my legs, and stopped at my groin whilst the
three huddled again on where to put my penis. Options included: -
putting the panties on OVER the genitalia, -tucking the penis
UNDER the pelvis and behind to the rectum, and -come back later,
hope the problem will correct itself. One suggestion involved a
blender, but I won't put the full details here. They eventually
decided on the tuck method.
The only reason I was putting up with their nonsense at this
point was that I was bored. Yes, bored. I had absolutely nothing
better to do. Next, they decided they needed something to cover
my legs. Searching through her wardrobe, Suzie discovered that
nothing she had could possibly fit me. So she opted to go with my
jeans instead. That was fine by me. They didn't have me wear a
bra, since Suzie didn't own any- preferring to go "all natural."
What a slut. And no sexy lingerie was used either- she cried that
it would be all stretched out and icky.
From a top drawer, they brought out a white T-shirt. It looked
exactly like a male T-shirt. I seriously wondered about the
mental health of my captors at this point. What did they mean by
"making me look like a whore"? Suddenly, my mind went numb as
Suzie pulled out the worst garment yet- a pair of female socks.
Yes, low-cut, white, all-cotton socks. I could not bear the
thought of wearing them. I was so ashamed when Suzie forced me to
put them on. Over them, she put my big, clunky shoes.
"Now it's time for a little MAKE-UP!" she exclaimed.
I was led into the bathroom, where Suzie set up a wide array of
cosmetics. She shook up a vial of brown liquid and began applying
it to my face. I learned later that this was called "foundation."
Satisfied, she closed the vial and put all the make-up away.
There I was, dressed in panties, which were invisible to the
passer-by, jeans, a T-shirt, shoes, and white female socks, with
a perfectly toned face free of all imperfections. I was so
embarrassed.
"You know, he looks so cute, I think we should give him a new
name. A really feminine name. One that will fit his new look. I
know- how about Alex?" she then chuckled in such a way that made
death seem oh-so-much more appealing.
It was at this time that Suzie announced we were going to go out!
I was speechless. I begged her not to force me to leave wearing
the feminine footwear, but she would have none of it. She led me
downstairs and pushed me outside. As I walked down the street, I
could feel everyone staring at me. They must have known that I
was a boy wearing girls' socks. I had never been so humiliated in
all my life. We stopped at a bus station. Every so often, a car
full of guys would drive by, honking and making catcalls. Oh, the
embarrassment! I wanted the experience to be over.
Suzie, never the bright one, decided that I had had enough, and
it was time to go home. I couldn't stand it any longer. Extending
my arms towards heaven, I prayed to the gods for strength and
power. My prayers were answered. I could feel the energy coursing
through my veins. I grabbed Suzie by the throat with my left.
Picking her up, I slid by thumb into her skirt thingy and lifted
her over my head. I then hurled her with all my strength into
oncoming traffic. Bitch. Grabbing each of the two ninja girls by
their necks, I proceeded to bash their heads together again...
and again... and again... and again... and again... until there
was nothing left but two bloody stumps.
Yay. I won. Take that, would-be dominators!
Geraldine
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