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Sissy Sport - By Sissy Graham ([email protected]) Part 1. The beginning. I couldn't sleep. I doubt that many people would be able to sleep if they were in my situation. I was lying on my stomach at the bottom of the bed. Around each of my wrists was a leather cuff, padlocked on to preventing me removing them. A two-foot length of chain attached the cuffs to each other. Forcing my knees apart was a three-foot spreader bar. The bar was tightly attached to my legs just above each knee with cuffs similar to those around my wrists. Around my ankles were, you guessed it, leather cuffs attached to a chain. Tied tightly around the base of my testes was a leather strap with a d-ring attached. The chain from my left ankle ran through this d-ring and back down to my right ankle. The length of this chain was also about two feet. The chain from my wrist cuffs was fed through d-rings on each of the ankle cuffs. Yes, there was room for movement, but very limited movement. Around my neck was a dog collar which had a leash attached. The leash was securely fastened around the leg of the bed. Restricting my vision was a pair of panties draped over my head and held in place with clothespins. The panties were dry now, but a few hours earlier, when I'd been put to 'bed', they were soaked with urine. In the bed were two girls, Melanie and Sharon. It was so difficult to believe that these girls, so innocent and ordinary looking, could be so cruel. My torment had started a little after 10 am. It was my day off, a Friday. I'd decided to go into London and do some shopping. I chose my clothes with care. Hipster jeans, high-cut panties, hold up stockings, a trainer bra and a T-shirt just long enough to cover the waistband of the jeans when I stood straight, but certain to slide up a bit when I leant forward. You know from the description of my bondage that I'm male, so why the girlie clothes? I have a sissy streak in me. I enjoy going out in public and risk being discovered and humiliated. I've done it so many times without any serious reactions that I'd convinced myself that no one actually noticed and that any smiles, or looks of confusion/disgust, aimed my way were in fact a product of my overheated imagination. Despite the fact that I had convinced myself that none noticed, or cared, I still did it, hoping for that thrill that I imagined would happen one day. I got into London and was sitting at Burger King having a coffee while reading a free paper I'd got as I boarded the tube on my way to Tottenham Court Station. I became aware of a presence to my right and looked up into the face of a young woman. She smiled. 'Hi, I know this may seem inappropriate, but could I sit here?' she indicated my table. I blushed and stammered a positive reply. As she sat I quickly felt behind me to see if she might have seen my panties sticking out above the waistband of my jeans. She smiled as she saw my furtive movement. 'They are sweet. Not what I would have expected of a male admittedly. And are those bra straps I saw through your T-shirt?' she grinned as she raised her coffee to her lips. I blushed even more. My mind raced. A fantasy was coming true here, but amazingly I felt like crawling into the ground. 'I'm waiting.' I was confused and started to ask for what when she interrupted me, 'I asked if you were wearing a bra.' I didn't think my face could get any redder but I'm sure it did as I replied that, yes, I was wearing a bra. 'Oh don't be embarrassed, I find it quite kinky and interesting. Now come over here,' she said smiling and pointing to a spot just to the left of her seat. I did. 'Turn around.' I faced away from her. I felt her hands running along the bra straps on my back. Then I felt her take my wallet from my back pocket. I swung around and tried to grab it from her hand but she swiftly put it on the chair between her legs. 'Not so quickly big boy. Go sit down or I'll scream the place down.' I looked around and saw that already one or two people were looking our way, attracted no doubt by my sudden movement. My mind was racing trying to work out ways of getting my wallet back. 'Sit down or I'll start telling everyone about your bra and panties.' Reluctantly I sat down. Looking back on it I was to curse that moment, risking a few minutes humiliation would have been a lot more preferable to what was to happen to me. But, as I sat down in the restaurant, I had no idea of what humiliations awaited me. In the next few minutes Melanie had phoned her workplace and arranged to take the day off and had phoned a friend, Sharon, to come join us. As we waited she went through my wallet. 'Nice photo Graham, I wonder what panties you were wearing on that day. I bet you'd love to see my panties now wouldn't you widdle gwaham,' she mocked in a baby voice. I started to ask her to give me back my things. 'Shut up Graham. Here's a rule for you. No speaking unless I specifically give you permission. The better you obey me the sooner you'll be on your way home. I'm just a kinky girl who likes to have a bit of fun with men whenever I can. Why, over the last three years I've found four men like you. I've had a day or two of fun with them before letting the pathetic shits go home. So, shut up, do as Sharon or I tell you, and by nine tonight you could be on your way home. After all, we have a party to go to tonight and we sure aren't taking you with.' My spirits lifted with that speech. I decided there and then to play along and just get it over with. If I was to be honest a small part of me was enjoying this, after all it had been a fantasy of mine. Sharon arrived and I was sent to get three more coffees. As I stood in the queue I could hear giggling from the girls and I blushed knowing they were talking about me. I returned with the coffees and was ignored by the girls as they spoke about me and how pathetic I and the others they had caught were. On the way out from the restaurant the girls took some serviettes from the pile and handed them to me. 'Your little boobies seem too small widdle gwaham. Squash these up and put them in your bra.' I started scrunching them up and turned to the wall to start putting them in my bra when Melanie insisted I face the road. I was humiliated as I stood in Tottenham Court road, people walking past and looking as I reached first one hand then the other down the neck of my T-shirt to put the wadded up serviettes in the cups of the bra I was wearing. As we walked up Oxford Street I looked down and was relieved to see that the serviettes didn't make too much of a bump, in fact if I hunched my shoulders in a bit the effect wasn't noticeable. Sharon noticed what I was doing and told me to behave myself, to be proud of my little titties and show what little I had. They took me into a women's clothes store and headed directly up to the first floor and the lingerie. There they humiliated me by holding up different panties against my jeans. Twice they made me hold the panties against myself while they stood back to see how they looked. Naturally they attracted attention, fortunately the store was pretty empty but this gave the salesgirls more time to concentrate on what was happening to me. By the time Sharon and Melanie had decided on the pair they most liked for me, and Sharon gave me some money from my wallet to pay for them, the sales girls were standing in a group at the pay point. As I approached they broke up but the looks of scorn made me feel so humiliated. My fantasies had never included reactions like that. The girl who served me informed me that for sanitary reasons panties were not exchangeable and was I sure I had the right size? The look of disgust in the eyes of this young attractive girl, probably just out of her teens, made me realise just how pathetic I actually was. Feeling sick I followed my tormentoress' out the shop. Suddenly Sharon headed back into the shop and returned a few minutes later. Melanie and Sharon were talking excitedly as I walked a few paces behind them as ordered. I heard lots of giggling. We came to another branch of the chain we'd just been in. Sharon waited outside with me as Melanie went in. A few minutes later Melanie returned and the girls huddled together. Melanie rummaged around in her bag and they wrote something down. They returned to me. 'Okay Graham. In the shop is a T-shirt with the word princess written on it. There is also a mini skirt made from stretch material, it looks like a mix between Lycra and PVC. We want you to buy one of each. You must get a black skirt with pink trim. There's enough money in here to cover it.' She handed me a sealed envelope. 'We're going to follow you in but you are to act as if you don't know us. Get the right sized clothes for yourself otherwise you'll just have to go back and exchange them.' Their laughter rang in my ears as I headed for the shop entrance. I'd shopped for clothing before and quite enjoyed it, but the fear of what they might do when they came in the store scared me. Once in the store I tried to find the items as quickly as possible. I found the T- shirt fairly easily and after some searching found a size 14. Looking for the skirt I noticed that the women were in the store but were being pretty quiet, pretending to look at clothes. I relaxed a little. I found the skirt and got a size 12. Clutching my trophies I headed for the sales point which had one customer being served. I waited my turn. Finally the cashier was free and I put the clothes on the counter. The cashier took the clothes off the hanger. I opened the envelope to prepare to pay and was horrified to see two gift vouchers. Across the one was written, 'Treat yourself Graham. With love, B.'. I wanted to cry. The assistant rung up the items and told me the price. I handed her the vouchers. She took them and checked the amounts. As she was about to turn them over she saw the writing and started reading it. Time seemed to stand still as she read the humiliating words. With a grin at me she turned the vouchers over and started filling in the blocks at the back. 'I'll have to give you change in vouchers to the nearest five pounds sir,' she smiled. I nodded. She reached under the counter and rang a bell. We waited. A supervisor arrived and after a huddled discussion the supervisor took the vouchers. She too seemed to spend a huge amount of time reading the message. She put the vouchers on the counter, turned towards me so that the message was easily visible. As the assistant took her time holding the clothes up and folding them the supervisor fumbled around and finally found a five pound voucher which she filled in as she was required. Handing it to me she asked me to fill in my name address and telephone number on the detachable portion. In the mean time the other assistant had packed the clothes into a bag, put them to one side and reached behind me to take the clothes from the next person in queue. Behind me were two teenage girls. The supervisor asked me to wait while she disappeared to the back of the store. I stood to one side to allow the girls behind me access to the counter and was horrified when one of them started reading the voucher. She reached for her friend who wasn't paying much attention and pointed it out to her. They giggled and looked at me. I started blushing for the hundredth time that day. This caused them to giggle some more. The assistant finally returned with my change and handing me the bag of clothes said 'Here's your change. If you aren't happy with your clothes you can exchange them in 28 days as long as you keep the slip and they are returned in good condition.' I left the store with the sound of the teenage girls' laughter burning the back of my neck. On the way back to Melanies house we stopped at a photo booth where I had to pose wearing the princess T-shirt with my bra strap visible, I had to pose with no T-shirt on, the bra clearly visible, and I had to pose with the panties in one hand and the skirt in the other, I was kissing the panties. A strip of four photos of each pose were collected and kept by Sharon. Once at Melanies house my humiliation started in earnest. No sooner had the door closed behind us than Sharon ordered me to kneel on the floor. I waited, my knees hurting as they pressed on the hard wood. I could hear Sharon and Melanie moving around the house, their occasional laughter making me blush. As I knelt there I wondered what would happen between now and nine when I would be free to go. Sharon shouted for me to crawl into the lounge. I followed the route I'd seen them take assuming that that would lead me to the lounge. It did. One of the first things I saw as I entered the lounge on my hands and knees was a video camera, on a tripod, pointed towards me. 'We've discussed it and decided that if you do everything we ask of you to the best and most enthusiastic of your abilities, we'll let you go an hour early. Would you like that?' Sharon asked. 'Yes, thank you.' 'Good. Take off all your clothes and put on your new outfit.' Starting with my T-shirt I removed my clothing. The stockings I was wearing were revealed as I pulled my jeans down giving the girls much delight. They told me to leave them on. As I stripped Melanie took some photos with a camera. The flashes were a stark reminder that my humiliation was being recorded. Finally I was dressed in the clothing we'd bought during the morning. The skirt was short and tight. I posed for photographs in ridiculous poses as ordered by Melanie. 'Very good panty boy, now face the camera and show it every item of clothing you're wearing, how it feels and why you're wearing it. Remember that if you play nicely you can go home early. Tell the camera why you're wearing the clothes of a teenage girl and your dreams of being such a girl.' I faced the camera and proceeded to humiliate myself. Starting at the stockings I described them, how they felt so good and smooth against my legs, I ran my hands up and down them lightly as I did so. Then I lifted the skirt, slowly, almost provocatively and started describing the panties I was wearing. As my speech continued my world seemed to close in on me. I'd started out doing this under duress but my mind started blocking out everything and I fell into my fantasy. I ran my hands over the panties, ran my fingertips lightly under the elasticated leg openings, I even turned my back to the camera and described how tight they felt on my ass. I described the skirt and the top in a similar manner, even cupping my non-existent breasts as I described the top. I was brought back to earth with a resounding crash by the loud laughter of both girls as I finished my description of the top. 'You are so fucking pathetic! I can't believe you got so carried away as you described your clothes. You're a male you asshole, not a teenage girl. You don't look sexy, you look fucking pathetic!!! Now, the kitchens through there. Go clean it up.' I cleaned the kitchen, shame eating away at me as I did so. After the kitchen I did the bathroom, bedroom and lounge. When I'd finished my hands were tied behind me. 'Now, seeing as you've done the chores well have some fun with you. We're going to let you see our panties. You have to work for it though. You must pull our jeans down to our knees with only your mouth. To be kind we'll loosen the button, but you must do the zip. We're going to time you. You have five minutes credit with each of us, every ten seconds over five minutes will mean one spanking with a slipper. Now kneel on the floor. Melanie, start timing when his mouth touches my jeans.' I knelt in front of Sharon, she looked down at me with an evil grin as she slowly loosened the button of her jeans. When she was finished she gave a little nod. I shuffled forward a bit and pressed my mouth against the fly of her jeans. With some difficulty I got the zip between my teeth and eased it down. The denim was rough against my nose and lips. I was sweating by the time I had the zip down most of the way. I took the waistband in my mouth and started pulling it down. With no help from Sharon this wasn't so easy and so I started edging round her pulling the jeans down a bit at a time as I circled her on my knees. After what seemed like hours I had her jeans over her hips. Her panties, one side slid up her ass crack revealed themselves to me bit by tiny bit. Sweat was running down my face. With the jeans over her hips they were easier to pull down and I soon had them round her knees. 'Not bad pantyboy. Now it's my turn. Sharon dear, do try get some good photos of him with my jeans in his mouth, his face near my ass. I got some of him like that with you, he looks so adorable.' she laughed at me as she handed over the watch and camera. Sharon took her jeans off completely and waited, smiling, as Melanie positioned herself in front of me. Melanie loosened her button and I repeated the same process with her. Melanie was wearing a thong and so her ass was revealed bit by sexy bit as I eased the jeans over her hips. Finally I had her jeans round her knees. When I'd finished, they huddled together, both of them totally at ease being semi naked in my presence after removing their jeans completely. While Sharon left the room Melanie tied a leather band round the base of my testes. She then loosened my hands from behind my back and tied them in front of me feeding the rope through a d-ring on the band around my testes. I stood there, my hands held between my thighs by the bondage, and we waited. Sharon returned with a pair of slippers. 'That took you a total of twenty three minutes, six seconds panty boy. So after deducting your ten minute credit you owe us thirteen minutes and six seconds. That's a total of seventy eight spankings pantyboy.' They pulled a chair into the centre of the room. A collar was placed around my neck and using a leash I was forced to bend forward as they tied my collar to the chair. My knees were forced apart by a spreader bar roughly pushed and tied between them. Sharon wadded up the panties I'd been wearing when I was caught by them and put them in my mouth. To say that the next forty minutes was hell is an understatement. The first stinging blow caught me by surprise. I instinctively tried to reach my ass with my hands which only caused me to jerk painfully on my balls. They took it in turns, Sharon on my left side, Melanie my right. They hit my ass and the tops of my thighs hard, many times. I was sweating and crying when they finally finished with me. My balls were aching from being sharply tugged so many times. They released me from the chair and I saw that both of them had a light sheen of sweat over their bodies. Melanie pushed me to the floor on my back, taking no consideration of the pain she caused me in the process. She squatted over my face, her legs seeming to reach into heaven as I looked up at the material of the g-string disappearing between the crack of her ass only to emerge covering the mound of her sex. 'Lick my ass panty boy. Bury your face between my ass cheeks, rim my asshole and put your tongue in as far as you can. Take the thong into your mouth and suck on it.' She was issuing instructions as she lowered her ass onto my face. My nose was pressed against the top of her ass crack, I was able to see the material of her thong close up, see how the sweat had made the edges of the material darker where it was damp. At the same time I could smell the slight smell of sweat and a hint of some fragrance that reminded me of washing liquid. My lips and tongue felt the warm, damp skin of her ass, the damp material of her thong. I tasted the salt of her sweat as I licked her ass. I maneuvered the material of her thong to one side and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. I tried pushing my tongue right up her asshole. I wanted to do whatever she wanted so that I wouldn't go through the pain I'd just been through. Every now and then she'd pinch my nipples. I sucked, I slurped, I licked greedily at her ass and the thong covering it. Finally she stood up. Sharon ordered me to crawl to her. I did. She sat on the couch grinning at me. 'Is the poor little girlie boys bottom sore? Did you like sucking on a ladies ass?' she asked in a mocking tone. My reply was cut short by a hard slap to the face. 'From now on you must speak to me if I say the phrase you may speak pantyboy. Otherwise you just shut up and do as you're told.' As she spoke she removed the blouse she was wearing revealing the black lace bra she wore. Without warning she grabbed a handful of my hair with her right hand, lifted her left arm and pulled my face into her armpit. 'Lick it fuckboy. Suck it, sniff it and enjoy it. Rub your face in it.' Her voice was husky as she pushed her armpit against my mouth. The smell wasn't too bad, musky and warm. Her armpit was clammy, the taste was very difficult to describe, but it did make me want to be sick. The taste got weaker the more I licked and sucked. Her hair, starting to grow back after her last shave or waxing was rough against my tongue. 'Yes pantyboy, enjoy it, don't disappoint me, I'd hate to have to spank you again.' She let go of my head and with her now free hand she tugged sharply at my arms. Because my wrists were still tied to the strap around my balls her tugging at my arms caused me to tug painfully at my balls. Eventually she laughingly told me to suck her other armpit. I was kneeling on the floor, my legs held wide apart by the spreader bar, hands tied in front of me, my face buried in Sharons armpit when I felt hands between my legs. Melanie was back. Tugging and pulling on my ball bag was soon replaced by a sharp pain as something bit into the left hand side at the base of my ballbag, followed a few seconds later by an equal pain from the other side. Melanie rested her weight against my back as she reached under my T-shirt, found my nipples and clamped them in much the same way I imagined that my ballbag had been clamped. Sharon pushed me away, turned on to her hands and knees, her ass facing me and instructed me to worship her ass. I buried my face into the material of her panties. They were stretched tight across her ass and were damp from her sweat. I could smell her arousal as I leant my face forward. The musky smell turned me on. I don't know how long I licked, sucked and inserted my tongue into her asshole. When she told me to stop I was aching all over. My neck was aching from forcing forward into Sharons ass as she thrust back at me. My ass was burning from the spanking. My knees were in pain from kneeling on the floor for so long. Every time I moved my legs the dull pain of the clamps on my ball bags would turn into a sharp, shooting pain. And finally, my nipples were hurting like hell. Surely it must be time for them to let me go? While the girls made supper I was left in the bathroom. My hands still tied to the strap around my testes, my ankles were bound to each other with a rope threaded behind the toilet thus keeping me facing the bowl, the cold porcelain between my legs. Having to sit on my recently punished ass on the hard floor was extremely uncomfortable but moving around to try remove the pain didn't help, and in fact seem to make it worse. I had thought about removing the clamps attached to my ballbag but Melanie had been one step ahead of me and ordered me to leave them there or get a further spanking. At one point Sharon came into the bathroom, removed her panties and sat on the bowl in front of me. Having to open her legs to get them around me so she could sit, which of course mean that I had a perfect view of her hairy bush. I watched as her urine flowed out of her. When she'd finished she reached for the toilet paper, then grunted and sat forward on the bowl. 'Lick me clean pissface.' I did. There were a few drops of urine that made contact with my tongue, I could vaguely taste the slightly bitter taste of her urine. Without a word she stood up and left. The smell of food made it's way to me and I realised how hungry I was. When I was finally freed from the toilet by Melanie, I was sure that this was it, time to be released from this humiliation. However, my arms were not freed and I was led to the kitchen. On the floor was a dogs bowl with some mashed up food in it. 'You have five minutes to eat our leftovers or go hungry. Your choice.' Sharon informed me as they both sat down to watch me. Her tone of voice indicated that she wasn't joking. I knelt down by the bowl and leant forward. While the food looked awful, it didn't smell too bad. I slurped some up. It was cold. I forced myself to chew. Hints of bacon, potato and assorted vegetable could be seen in the mush. Trying to keep my face clean was taking too long and I was hungry, so after a few mouthfuls I started to really eat the food, even though it was cold, I was too hungry to refuse it. Sharon took some more photographs of me (this photographing thing was really starting to worry me) as I ate. I'd finished about three quarters of the bowl when Melanie took it away from me. 'Five minutes are up. Come with me.' She took me to the sink where she roughly wiped my face clean before leading me to the table they'd both been sitting at to watch me eat. On the table were four photographs. All were covered so that all I could see on each was a panty covered buttock, a bit of waist and thigh. The girls wearing them had been photographed from behind in a similar pose. 'Which one do you like best? You can speak pantyboy.' I looked at the photos, one of the girls was wearing a pair of white bikini panties with printed flowers. They looked so sweet and innocent. I pointed to that photograph. Melanie smiled and left the room. Sharon led me to the lounge. There she switched on the tv, plugged in some cables and pressed a switch on the video camera. The screen filled with an image of me describing my girlie clothing and stroking myself as I did it. Again the shame washed over me. After a few seconds Sharon switched it off. 'Imagine your friends getting that video. Imagine if those photographs we've taken of you started appearing at your work place, or even at your gym. I bet you'd be embarrassed. So, you have a choice, you can go now and run the risk of us posting these photos and videos to people you know, or you can stay with us for the weekend, do as we say for the weekend, and this video' she pulled the video cassette out the camera, 'and this reel of film', she held up a spool of film, 'will be yours to take away on Sunday evening.' She put the video and film in a large brown envelope, which she sealed. She kissed the seal, leaving a lipstick print of her lips, which she showed to me. 'That can act as a seal so that you know we haven't tampered with the envelope. What's it to be panty boy? Don't answer just yet, I'll give you some time.' She left the room. My mind was in a whirl. What choice did I really have? I could try to escape now with the envelope but dressed as I was I wouldn't get far. Even if I did the girls could easily say I'd come to them for some kinky fun. After all the video was certainly made without any prompting from them and I wasn't tied up at that point, I eyed the envelope, freedom, so close yet so far. Sharon walked in. 'So panty boy, what's it to be?' 'I'll stay until Sunday.' She smiled and led me to the bathroom. She watched as I sat on the toilet and overcame the embarrassment of her watching to finally pee and even more humiliating, shit. She laughed as she watched me fumbling for some toilet paper and then awkwardly wipe my ass. Tied as my hands were this was not easy and she took great delight in my fumbling attempts. Eventually I'd blotted myself as clean as I could. She led me to the bedroom and tied me up in the position I now find myself. Melanie came in a few minutes later with a bowl and some pegs. She put them down in front of me. I looked at the yellow liquid in the bowl and knew what it was without being told. Melanie took a pair of panties she had in her hand and dropped them in the liquid. Sharon followed a few minutes later with another pair, which she also dropped into the liquid. They chatted to each other for a while and then Melanie gingerly picked up one pair and folded them. 'Open wide pantyboy or get a spanking, which will it be.' I opened my mouth and watched in horror as the inevitable happened, she put the panties in my mouth. She took the other pair and draped them over my face so that the gusset ran down the centre of my face. Sharon secured them with the pegs. 'We thought you might get thirsty tonight, so we've left you a drink. We're sure you can soak our champagne into those panties and then suck it all out and swallow it. Don't wake us up pantyboy, otherwise the spanking you got today will look like childs play. Tomorrow we have a special surprise for you. Sleep tight panty boy.' They climbed onto the bed and a few minutes later switched the lights off, leaving me to contemplate my situation in darkness. Unfortunately I was thirsty and the bowl in front of my face became, as the evening wore on, more of an option. Finally I gave in and dipped my face into the mess, pushing the panties in my mouth out to soak up as much as they could. I did that a couple of times during the night, each time seemed to break down a barrier and made the next time easier. Finally daylight started to filter through the curtains. Part 2. I must have dozed off despite my uncomfortable position because I was rudely awakened by a kick to my ribs. Sharon untied me and I slowly stretched out my aching limbs. This was painful as it seemed that they had moulded themselves into the positions they'd been tied in. I was given thirty minutes to have a bath after which I was expected to crawl into the kitchen wearing the panties, skirt and top that I'd purchased the previous day. The bath was luxury, so much so that I almost overstayed my allotted thirty minutes. Reluctantly I got out, dried and dressed myself and crawled into the kitchen. There on the floor was the dogs bowl with leftovers in it. This time I didn't even try keep my face clean and started slurping and sucking at the cold, congealed contents of the bowl straight away. I finished everything in the bowl before Melissa stood up to take it away from me. They handed me a glass of golden yellow liquid. I knew from the looks on their faces that one of them had peed into the glass, but in the absence of anything else to drink and seeing as how I didn't know when else I 'd be offered a drink, I emptied the glass. The contents smelt stronger and tasted more bitter than the previous nights drink, but I forced it all down. Not a word had been spoken from the moment I'd entered the kitchen except for Sharon saying 'Your five minutes starts now.' before I ate out the bowl. When I put the glass back on the table they both roared with laughter and Sharon told Melanie 'I told you the pantywaist would.' Melanie approached with a black leather strap. As she got nearer I saw it was very similar to the one that had been tied around my testes the previous night except this one seemed to contain many d- rings attached to it. She told me to take off the panties I was wearing and she tied the strap around my testes again, tight, reawakening the ache caused by the previous nights punishments. She then approached with some small chains which she proceeded to attach to the d-rings on the strap. Following her instructions I looked down and saw that there were now 4 thin chains hanging from points around the strap. Each chain had a hook at one end and a larger ring at the other. The hooks were hooked through the d-rings of the strap. Melanie smiled as she came towards me with a small metal object. As she got nearer I saw the hook on the top of it and realised what they were going to do. I was right, Melanie hooked the metal object to the four chains and held it in her hand with the chains slightly slack. Looking into my eyes she said, 'Say, thank you my goddess.' 'Thank you my aaahhhhhh .....goddess,' I managed to get the last of the sentence out through the wave of pain I felt as she let the weight drop from her hand. The jolt when it ran out of slack and came to an abrupt stop felt like it had pulled my balls off. The weight hung uncomfortably from my balls pulling them down and pushing them together in a most uncomfortable way. 'Clean the kitchen and when you've finished do the bathroom too. Then join us in the lounge. Do not attempt to touch or adjust your little friend.' Sharon said before leaving the room. I obeyed. Walking was uncomfortable and I waddled, slowly, from place to place. The slightest movement started the weight swaying, moving slowly prevented too much swaying thus keeping the discomfort to a minimum. When I'd finished I found the women in the lounge, both dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. They took me to the bathroom where they showered and shaved me, bathing me in feminine scents. Finally they led me back to the lounge where, on the little table in the centre of the room, was a pile of clothes. I stood silent for some time with both of them just looking at me. Finally Melanie spoke. 'Help yourself to your clothes pantyboy. You can take the weight off but leave everything else as it is.' she pointed at the pile of clothes on the table. I put the clothes on. Finally I stood in front of them wearing a netball skirt and I assume it was a netball top over a matching set of pink cotton panties and bra. Both had little flowers embroidered around the edges. On my feet was a pair of white socks with a pink edging around the top. I was told to stand against a wall after taking off the panties. I stood facing the wall, my hands on my head and my feet spread slightly. Melanie held the panties against the wall in front of me and told me to move my forward until I was able to press the panties against the wall with my nose. With a stern warning that if the panties dropped I would be in trouble Melanie left me. Sharon however wasn't finished. She replaced the weight that I had so recently removed from it's hanging place between my legs. I was left standing like that, my nose pressed against a wall holding a pair of pink cotton panties in place, wearing a ridiculous looking netball outfit and with a weight dangling from my balls. The doorbell rang. My heart stopped. I knew I couldn't be seen from the doorway but who was it? Was it just a salesman or a friend? Would they let them in? Would they let them see me? My heart was pounding as millions of senseless, panicky thoughts ran through my mind. I heard voices which disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Sharon came into the room and placed a blindfold over my eyes. It was so wide that I had to breathe through it. I could smell the faint smell of sweat on the material. Sharon led me away from the wall and I think into the centre of the room where she told me to wait. As I did she put a collar around my neck and removed the weight from my balls. I blushed as I heard a giggle and 'he's so adorable' from a girl who's voice I did not recognise. I could hear other movement in the room. I felt someone close in front of me, the smell of feminine deodorant filled my nostrils. Melanies voice whispered at me from nearby my left hand side, I could feel her warm breath on my ear. 'A girlfriend of ours wants to have her way with a pantyboy like yourself. Be nice to her and we'll be nice to you. She's a bit shy and doesn't want you to see her, initially at least. We're going to remove your blindfold, but you must keep your eyes closed. Open your eyes and you will definitely get a spanking that will make yesterday seem like a warm up. You can kiss her, gently at first and then give her some tongue. Put your arms around her back but let her take the lead. You can follow her lead, so only feel her ass if she feels yours. You may not however feel her tits or pussy. Of course she can feel yours. Okay pantyboy, spare yourself a spanking and be nice to the girl. Oh, when she starts to push you down you may kneel in front of her, she'll turn around and you can worship her ass for as long as she presents it to you, Remember how you worshipped our asses the other day, we expect the same today. Don't try to cop a suck or feel of her pussy. When you're doing her ass you'll keep your hands on her buttocks at all times.' I could still feel the presence of someone right in front of me so I slowly leant forward until my face touched the smooth, warm skin of another person. I kissed her gently, the taste of lipstick slowly worked it's way into my mouth. I slowly pressed harder against the girl, opening my mouth and starting to put my tongue into hers. She responded and soon our tongues were fighting a bit like wrestlers. I was quite surprised at her aggressiveness as she responded to my tonguing. Her hands moved down to my skirt and started feeling my ass. I moved mine down to hers and rubbed my hands up and down her buttocks. She was wearing a skirt of some shiny material. I couldn't feel the outline of panties under it. I cupped her buttocks in my hands, still kissing her feverishly. She moved one hand between us and started fondling my balls, I ran my fingers up and down the crack of her ass where I encountered the material of her g-string. She moved a hand to my shoulders and started to push me down. I knelt down as I'd been told and after some movement I felt the smooth material of the skirt touching may face. Oh how I wanted to open my eyes, to see the beauty I was worshipping. Her buttocks had felt so firm, as had her breasts that had pressed against me as we kissed. She smelt so sexy. But fear of a repeat of a hiding like the previous day made me keep my eyes closed. I lifted her skirt and started kissing her buttocks. In order to free my hands I let go of the skirt and it slowly fell down the back of my head. Someone lifted it and I think tucked it into the back of her panties. I started gently at first, I wanted to try impress this young girl (in my minds eye she was probably about 20, about my height, firm young body and very pretty). It sounds ridiculous doesn't it. Here I was, a grown male, dressed in a girls netball outfit, worshipping the ass of a young girl and hoping to impress her!!! But I did, I kissed her entire buttock area and then slowly started working from the top of her ass crack following the material of her g-string as it made its way through her legs. I pulled her buttocks apart and kissed the material. She kept her legs together so I didn't try to force my way, I merely licked as far between her legs as I could. I sucked on her g-sring, I kissed it, I licked it, I pulled it to one side and repeated the actions on her naked, warm, soft ass crack. My dick was erect, sticking out the top of the panties I was wearing and being rubbed by the material of the skirt I was wearing as I moved. After a few minutes Sharon whispered in my ear that I could open my eyes but must continue worshipping her ass. With my face as close as it was my sight was filled with the view of pale buttocks with a silky, purple g-string running down the middle. I continued my worship. She started to turn around, slowly. I kissed her buttocks and then thighs as she slowly turned. As the full view of her crotch became available to me I stooped in horror. She was a he!!!!!! I shot back in horror. A roar of laughter erupted in the room. Looking around I saw Melanie, Sharon and one other girl doubled over with laughter. Melanie and the other girl I noticed had video cameras in their hands. Looking at the 'girl' I had just been kissing I saw a male, looking hugely embarrassed dressed in a cheerleaders uniform, the skirt, as I'd suspected, folded into the g-string waistband. His mouth was surrounded by smudged lipstick, which I realised with disgust was what mine must look like and it was because of our kissing that it was so. His face was red with shame. His legs and from what I could see of his crotch were cleanly shaved. The girls stopped laughing. 'Graham, I see you've met Brian.' Sharon sniggered. 'We have you two kinky, crossdressing lovebirds on video, so I'd suggest you do as we say.' As she was saying this Melanie led me to a chair where she tied my wrists to the seat so that I was standing bent over at the waist. The other girl, who I later learnt was called Jane, did the same to Brian. He was tied on the other side of the chair so that we were both tied to the same chair, both bent at the waist with our faces inches apart. Looking past him I saw Jane lift his skirt while I felt Melanie do the same to me. Jane pulled Brian's g-string down around his knees, Melanie did the same to my panties. I realised that the two girls were mirroring each other which is why I felt fear when I saw Jane pick up a thin cane. A quick look to Brian and the look in his eyes told me that my fears were true. As Jane bought the cane crashing down on Brian's exposed ass I felt a white sharp flame of fire shoot through my body starting at my ass. It was followed quickly by another two. Sharon spoke, 'We have you on video so you should do as we say. However we want you to do as we say to the best of your abilities. So that is what that caning was for. Every time that we feel you aren't being enthusiastic enough you will be caned five times. Give each other a kiss to show us that you understand.' Avoiding each others eyes, Brian and I kissed. The girls clapped and released us. 'Seeing as how you're two active young girls, a netball player and a cheerleader, we think you should both have a workout. Taking it in turns. Brian, lay on the floor on your stomach. ... good, pull your skirt up and show us your pretty little bottom. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Graham, I'm sure you've done press-ups before, assume the position so that your face is above Brian's ass. ..,. good. Now on my count 1 ...' I lowered myself so that my face was resting on Brian's ass, my nose in the crack of his ass. My arms started shaking when Sharon stayed silent. Finally I heard '...and up. ... And two ...' I lowered my face again. This happened ten times, each press up was recorded on video. Then we swapped places. I lay on the floor on my stomach, my panties having been exchanged for a g-string. And Brian did ten pushups, each one ending with his face in my ass. 'That was good girls. Okay, lets drop the skirts.' Brian and I both removed the skirts. 'Good, now the g-strings.' Brian and I both removed our g-strings, standing awkwardly semi naked in front of three grinning females. 'Graham, sit on the floor, Brian stand with your feet on the outside of his knees facing his face.' Brian obeyed and I felt deeply uncomfortable having a penis so close to my face. 'Graham, your going to do ten sit-ups at my count. I'm sure you're not that stupid that you don't know what to do in the up position, now lay down, hands behind your head and ... one ...' I raised myself off the floor and despite the revulsion that filled me I buried my face in Brian's hairy crotch until I heard '... and down ... and two...' Ten times I put my face in Brian's crotch. It was totally revolting and humiliating and I cursed Brian for being there. We swapped places, and I got an idea of how Brian probably felt, it was just as revolting having another man bury his face in my crotch. Standing like that though I also was able to look into the laughing, mocking eyes of the three women controlling us, filming us. 'Good girls, run on the spot while we decide what next.' We jogged on the spot, my dick bounced up and down having nothing to control it, so did Brian's. The girls laughed at this and filmed it as well (what else). 'Okay, Brian, get on the floor, on your back, legs together.' Sharon approached him and positioned his right hand by his balls with his index finger pointing up. Then she rubbed some Vaseline over it!!! What were they planning ?!?!? I soon found out. 'Graham, stand over Brian, facing his face, hands behind your head. Now you'll do squats until I tell you to stop. When Brian's finger is fully up your ass you will stop, thank him and tell him how good it feels and then stand up again.' The girls giggled as both Brian and I looked totally humiliated. A video camera was positioned at Brian's feet to record my ass being penetrated. 'Remember girls, enthusiasm, we want you to really enjoy this.' With that warning ringing in my ears I started on my first squat, I felt Brian's cold, slippery finger and moved down on it. Now, I'm sure I've passed many turds thicker than Brian's finger but it was still painful accepting his finger inside of me. I grimaced a bit and the girls laughed. With Brian's finger fully inside me I looked him in the eyes and said, 'Thank you Brian, you feel so good inside of me.' The women laughed, Brian and I both blushed in deep shame. I did this twelve times before I was told to stop. Brian and I swapped positions. I discovered that to have your finger up another mans asshole and to have him thank you for it is a deeply humiliating experience. I could not believe how the girls humiliated us. Of course the girls were only just starting. We ran on the spot while the girls decided what next. Then standing with our legs apart Brian was fitted with a strap and chains around his balls like I had. A small weight was attached to each of us and we were made to do jumping jacks. Both Brian and I were soon crying out in pain as the weights moved up and came down with force on our balls, however the sight of Melanie and Jane holding the thin canes as Sharon filmed our pain ensured that we did not stop. Melanie and Jane left the room and returned with two two litre coldrink bottles. They tied string around the necks and ordered us to stop. Happily we stopped the painful jumping jacks. Sharon in the meantime had gone to the opposite end of the room as the other two. Jane called me over to her. Following her orders I knelt on the floor doggy style with my ass to the wall facing Sharon on the other side of the room. Looking through my legs I saw Jane tie the string they'd just attached to the two bottles to the weight still hanging from my balls. 'Now my sissy boys, seeing as how you're both warmed up we're going to do a strong sissy competition where you'll be competing against each other. Graham, you're first and you'll be timed to see how long it takes you to pull those bottles across the room around Sharon and back to Jane, you will be considered finished when your mouth is kissing Janes shoes. On the count of three. one ... two ... THREE.' I crawled forward, the slack on the string was soon taken up and my balls were pulled painfully back by the bottles which seemed determined not to move. Eventually they did start moving and the pressure on my balls actually seemed to ease a bit, the bottles swayed from left to right as I pulled them towards Sharon. I took the tightest route I could around her and was pulled to a painful and abrupt halt as the bottles hooked around her ankles, I backed up and took a wider route around her. Finally, sweating and in pain I placed my lips on Janes shoe. Then it was Brian turn, in order that he didn't get any advantage by watching me, Melanie had had his head buried in her ass. I noticed he had an erection as he was tied to the bottles and his competition started. Having already completed my leg I was allowed to watch. Thankfully he made the same mistake as me rounding Sharon, so I felt the time difference between us wouldn't be too great. As we waited the girls placed two coldrink cans on Sharons side of the room and another two on our side of the room. Each can had a piece of string through the ring pull with a hook on the end. 'Good show sissies. Now, your next challenge is to carry each of those cans from one side of the room to the next. Essentially you are swapping them from one side to the other. The cans are full. They must remain clear of the floor, every time one touches the floor you will get a five second penalty. Everytime you drop the carrying instrument you will get a 30 second penalty. Once you have the carrying instrument in place you may not touch it unless it falls out, you will in fact keep your hands clasped behind your head. Brian, go back to worshipping Melanies ass.' Once he was under her dress Jane handed me a dildo and a jar of Vaseline. Screwed into the base of the dildo was a small hook which I guessed was to attach the hook for the coldrink can to. I was right, with a large grin on her face Jane informed me that this was the carrying instrument. With a huge grin on her face Jane informed me 'To ease it in you'll want to lube it, but it'll slip out easier the more you put on.' Sharon continued 'You will be timed from the count of three, your time will include setting up the carrying instrument as well as the time taken to move all the cans. One ... Two ... Three.' I opened the jar. The dildo didn't look too thick and taking Janes advice I put only a little on the dildo. Reaching behind myself I tried to push it in my asshole but with no success. I squatted and started inserting it. It felt huge as I pressed it against my asshole. Jane and Sharon were videoing and photographing me from all different angles. I felt the dildo start to enter me, it felt huge. I eased it in slowly until my fingers touched my ass at which stage I knew there was about two inches of dildo left. It felt unnatural having this thing in my ass and I felt like I really needed to go to the toilet. I was also hugely embarrassed to see that I had developed an erection as I had inserted the dildo. Melanies call of 'three minutes' bought me back to reality and I waddled over to the cans, squatted down and hooked up the first can. Then arms behind my head I started to lift the can. Once the slack had been taken up I could feel the weight of the can pulling down on the dildo. Legs apart and with the women's laughter ringing in my ears I waddled across the room, the can dangling between my legs. The faster I went the more the can swayed and the greater the pull on the dildo. I clenched my muscles around it and slowed down to a pace where I felt I wasn't in danger of losing the dildo. Reaching the other side of the room, I squatted and lowered the can to the floor before unclipping it and clipping on the next can. Then, hands again clasped behind my head I waddled across the room. I repeated this process another two times until I'd moved the last can. I was told to keep the dildo in me as Brian was given his instructions. I was shocked to see him insert the dildo quite quickly before starting on his task. Overall he finished his exercise a lot quicker than I had. The girls had not been giving us our times, so we had no real idea of who was winning. They huddled together as Brian and I stood awkwardly, each of us naked from the waist down, and wearing girls clothes from the waist up, and each of us with a dildo stuck up our asses. We avoided each others gaze. 'Okay girlboys, we've decided that for the last exercise we're only taking the actual time it took you to move the cans. This is because until now Graham was a virgin, whereas Brian has had dildos up his ass before. Now the next exercise is the tug of war.' Brian and I were made to kneel doggy style on the floor, facing away from each other, our toes pressing against each other. I felt someone fiddling with the dildo in my ass. 'Okay girlboys, move forward slowly, very slowly ... stop!. We've tied your dildos to each other. The girlboy who pulls the dildo out of her partners ass is the winner. Clench those little boy vaginas around those beautiful dildoes. On the count of three. One ... two ... three.' Brain caught me by surprise by suddenly tugging forward I felt the dildo start to slide out of me before I managed to clench on to it. We continued for a few minutes, I was clenching my buttocks as tight as I could while pulling against Brian. Sometimes I'd feel the dildo creep out of me a little. The girls were almost wetting themselves they were laughing so much. Finally I felt the dildo slide out of me and fall on the back of my calves. We were made to stand, facing the girls. Then we had to kiss each other as a sign of good sportswomanship. The girls had us hold hands as they addressed us. 'That was such fun. We were watching a program on the history of the Olympics one night and we started thinking about how all those men were so arrogant and what we'd make them do if we had the chance. Well thank you girls. You have proved that it could work and still be great fun for the girl spectators. Brian, you'll be proud to know that Graham here selected you out of the four sissy boys as the one he'd most like to see.' The look of shock on my face as I realised they were referring to the photos they'd shown me caused a round of laughter from the girls. 'Anyway Brian, we've been offering Graham a chance to earn back his photo and video collection, you know how it goes don't you Brian? We remember that you had to earn back that little collection of you in nappies and baby clothes didn't you widdle bwian. Coochie coochie coo. Does widdle bwian still wear widdle girls wubber panties?' Melanie mocked and I saw Brian turn a dark shade of red as he blushed in embarrassment. 'So graham, we've decide after the fun of this afternoon you can have your video and photographs. Of course we have more, even more humiliating, photos and videos of you thanks to your display this afternoon. We're going to let you go, but we'll be in contact about future dates. However, before you go there's the prize giving to be done.' 'Jane is printing you up some sissy Olympic certificates for each event. These give the individual times for each event. However, the overall winner was .... BRIAN!!' The two girls clapped. Brian and I stood awkwardly, still holding hands. 'Stop being such a bad sport Graham, give Brian a hug and kiss to show him how happy you are for him.' Pretending excitement I hugged Brian, kissed him and told him I was so happy for him and he deserved it. Jane entered the room and handed us each a number of certificates printed on their pc. Each of my certificates had a photo of me performing in the event that the certificate commemorated. Below the photo were mine and Brian's names and times and the overall position. Jane pulled me over to her and handed me the envelope with the film and video. As we stood there in a group Melanie turned to Brian who was standing alone. 'And now Brian, being a winner you naturaly expect a prize. And we're not going to disappoint you. You have a choice of prizes. Because we're all so horny after watching this afternoons sports we'll give you a choice. Do you want a blow job or would you like to have sex?' Rather reluctantly I thought when you considered that they'd offered him a blow job or sex with one of them, Brian quietly muttered sex as he looked down at the floor. I couldn't understand his response. If it was me I'd love to fuck one of these girls. Considering how much they'd humiliated us I figured a hard, rough, fuck would at least give me some satisfaction. 'Very well then, sex it is.' AND THEN THEY TURNED TO ME!!!! Suddenly Brian's attitude made sense. They'd obviously done this to him before. No ways was I going to allow this to happen! I started backing away. Susan approached me slowly. 'Graham, you've been dressing in girl clothes, you've been kissing Brian, you've even worshipped his ass. We have all that on video to prove it. You competed against him knowing that one of you had to be a loser. I know what we're asking of you is difficult, but surely even you can see that it's a natural progression of what you've been doing?' 'I can't and I won't. That's just too disgusting.' 'Remember those photographs Graham. Do you really want those photos to be sent your friends and relatives? Look at it this way Graham, you've already had a nice big dildo in your sissy vagina. No way will Brian be as big as that, and Brian will be a good girl and practice safe sex. We'll make sure she wears a condom.' I shook my head. 'I won't, I'm not gay and will not let this happen, you bitches are fucking crazy!!!' I shouted. My shout was rapidly cut short by a burst of pain between my legs. I collapsed to the floor holding my painful balls. As I lay there I realised that Sharon had kneed me between the legs. I was still retching from the pain when I felt hands reaching for my arms. As I started resisting someone kicked me in the stomach which almost made me throw up again. My hands were tied behind my back and I was half lifted, half pulled to the centre of the room, where I was unceremoniously, and rather painfully dropped with my stomach and chest on the small coffee table. I was held down, forced to kneel over the table. 'You pathetic pantywaist. You get a huge kick out of wearing girlie panties, being humiliated by girls, but when a girl tells you to bend for another sissy to show you what it's like to be a girl, then you try to act the macho an. Well we're about to teach you a very valuable lesson widdle gwaham!! To show you we are not joking about the photos, we're going to put one on display somewhere where you and others will see it. Depending on your behaviour for the next hour will determine if we cut our face out the photo or not. The choice is yours, we don't mind. As for calling us bitches, well that must be punished, I think we'll see how tender your buttocks are right now. I'm going to spank you ten times for each swear word you used, so that's twenty, and then an extra ten for saying we were crazy, and finally an extra ten for the disrespect you showed just then. Okay girls, hold him down.' An extra pair of hands pushed down on my shoulders. I almost fainted when the slipper first hit my ass. By the fortieth stroke I was sobbing hysterically. The girls had put a bucket in front of me after the 12th stroke and sometime between then and the final stroke I had been sick into it. Sweat was pouring off my body. I was pulled to my knees and the table was removed, Brian was told to stand in front of me. 'Now Graham, show Brian how sorry you are by making him all big and ready for you. As you suck on his lolly pop he'll tell you about this experiences with us, and why he doesn't fight us anymore. We're going to untie your hands, if you try to escape again, or be stupid and resist we will tie you up and spank you ten times every fifteen minutes for the next 4 hours. We will also ensure that the videos of you and Brian is distributed. Remember now Graham, your behaviour now determines if your face is in that one photo or not. The happier you look the more chance you're face has of being out of those photos.' My body racked with pain, my mind filled with disgust, I put a grin on my face and leant forward, my face slowly getting closer to Brian's limp penis. As I got closer I could smell the smell of sweat. I opened my mouth and for the first time in my life took another mans penis into my mouth. The girls who had been videoing and photographing the whole thing laughed. I almost got sick again. I knelt there, my tongue swirling around the limp penis, my face brushing against Brian's pubic hairs, my nose filled with the aroma of stale sweat as Brian described how the girls had trapped him and blackmailed him. The final straw that convinced him to do as they said was the photo they had posted on the notice board of the gym where he worked out. Although his face had been cut out it was him, wearing panties and a bra, sporting an erection. He had left the gym only to find a copy of that photo inserted under the windscreen wiper of his car and all those around him. He ended by telling me how, every six weeks or so, the girls would call him over to have some fun and games. Fun and games for then, humiliation and suffering for him. As he spoke I continued to lick his penis, which slowly started getting larger. I moved my mouth back and forth on it. As he started getting erect I could taste the faint taste of precum as it oozed from him. Finally the girls had had enough and ordered me to get into doggy style position in front of Brian. They handed him a condom, which he put on as Melanie rubbed some Vaseline around and just in my asshole. A video camera was set up on a tripod in front of me. 'Look into the camera, smile, and behave like a slut who wants to be fucked. Encourage your sissy lover, tell him how good he is, how you want his seed inside of you. Brian, you must fuck widdle gwaham until you have cum,. If you try to fake it your condom will be empty and then we'll just have to teach you both another lesson.' I started to cry again as I realised how I had no choice. I was digging myself in ever deeper with every act that was filmed. I looked into the camera. 'Brian, please take me. Put your dick into my ass.' Sharon who was sitting smiling next to the camera shook her head and mouthed pussy to me. I continued, 'Brian, please fill my pussy with your dick.' Sharon smiled and nodded. I felt Brian pushing against me. 'OOooh, Brian, that feels so good.... please...Brian, oh yes, put it in me....oooohh....ooooohhhh Briannnnn .....yes Brian, fuck me, aaaaahhhhhh.........Brian fuck my pussy, yes biran, yes Brian, oooohhh yes Brian fuck me....ram me Brian...' My ass burst into pain every time that Brian touched it, my asshole clenched round the penis that was pistoning in and out if it, I was disgusted with what I was doing and that disgust was further compounded by the fact that I knew I had an erection. Was I gay? Why did I have an erection when I felt so humiliated and disgusted? 'Oooooohhhhhh briannnnnn, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.... yes Brian, shoot your seed into my sissy vagina Brian, play with my titties as you fuck me Brian please....' I felt him rest more weight against my back and his arms reached round and fondled my nipple as he fucked in and out of me. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. His pistoning got quicker and rougher and then he rammed into me. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times. He stayed pushed hard against my buttocks, his penis deep inside me. I could feel it twitching as he shot his cum into the condom. The girls applauded. Brian pulled out of me. At the girls instruction we kissed each other. We were taken to separate rooms. Sharon left me in one room and returned a few minutes later with a pile of clothes in her hands. She tossed them in my direction, 'Put them on.' I did. White cotton panties. As I stepped into them I noticed the crotch had a large damp stain. Sharon smiled as I looked at her. 'A present from Brian. We emptied his condom onto your panties.' I pulled them on with disgust. They were very high on my waist and had a lace trim along the waistband. My stockings. The jeans I'd been wearing two long days ago when this nightmare began. My shoes. As I did my shoes up I noticed the jeans had been taken up about an inch at the leg, so the stockings were more clearly visible. A white bra, not the one I'd been wearing but a padded one with a C cup. A sweatshirt, light grey with the lo