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Purty Prison Guard
By Wholeman
-SECRET-
Personnel Record
Job Title: Security Guard
Name: Buttman, Harold A.
Age: 22
Disciplinary Action Record:
Employee's conduct is deserving of the most extreme
punishment, within this institutions capabilities.
Description of Disciplinary action and reason for
said action is as follows in the employee's own
account:
-SECRET-
My name is Harold Buttman, sure go ahead and snicker,
everybody does. Yes, I do go by the nickname, Harry. I've
been teased about it my whole life so I'm used to it. It
doesn't help that I'm only 5' 4" tall. I make up for it by
being heavily muscled and meaner than a rattlesnake.
I'm a prison guard at the Purty Women's Correctional
Center, and I love my job. Women all over the place, big
ones small ones fat ones and pretty ones. I love the women,
and can't get enough sex, so in my position as a guard, and
with all of these love starved babes around, I've been able
to get enough sex to almost even, satisfy me.
I trade cigarettes, drugs, and favors for sex, with the
occasional blackmail for the unwilling ones for whom I set
my cap.
I've got my little love nest set up in one of the locked
electrical maintenance rooms, no one ever goes in there,
and I have the only key. My little operation is perfect,
and to top it off I'm being, paid for it. That with the
money I'm making selling merchandise to the prisoners
outside of the parameters of my discerning tastes, I figure
I'm making $100,000 a year. Life is good when you know how
to work the angles.
Today I have a meet set up with this hot little blonde from
C Block that I blackmailed into being my first of today's
parade of sexual conquests. I caught her lezzing her
cellmate, which is strictly, forbidden by the prison rules.
So now, that bitch is all mine and I'm going to do my best
to turn her into a heterosexual, or at least a bisexual.
I met up with Callie outside her cell and had her follow me
to my little love nest.
"You are looking lovely today Callie," I started, "I have
been looking forward to this since yesterday." I told her
as I opened the room with my key, and ushered her inside.
She was grinning ear to ear, as if she wanted me bad, "You
looked pleased Callie, as if you are hankering for a bit of
man meat for yourself."
She quickly entered the room and started stripping.
Seeing this, I followed suit, assuming that she was as
enthusiastic as was I. My cock was rock hard and wanting
this woman badly.
She smiled seductively and pushed me down on the airbed set
up there, "Eager little thing aren't you honey?"
She made no effort to answer. She just took my hands and
placed them on her lovely DD cup breasts that I had been
drooling, over.
"Oh, God these feel... incredible!" I enthused.
She was sitting on my pelvis in just her panties, and my
cock was at attention between the cleft of her heart shaped
butt cheeks, straining at the silky material of the pink
panties, she wore.
"Mmmm," she moaned as I manipulated those intoxicating
mammaries.
I closed my eyes concentrating on her wonderful breasts,
and the next thing I knew there was a, "Click, click," as a
pair of handcuffs were, clipped around my wrist.
'Wait a minute she's an inmate, where did she get
handcuffs?' I thought as my eyes flew open and I felt a
pair of manacles being, affixed to my ankles.
"What the Fuck..." I exclaimed trying to dislodge Callie
and force her to unlock my bindings, but the dozen women
that surrounded me, held me down to the mattress.
Then I saw the face of the Warden, Ms. Sterndackle, "You
have been a very bad boy, Harry!"
She turned and addressed the women, "Do it, and then take
him to his cell!" she exclaimed with vehemence and disgust.
I felt the sharp poke of a syringe in my butt cheek and
everything went black...
***
I awoke in the warden's office in chains and shackles,
forced into a kneeling position, with the Warden behind a
big desk, wearing a black robe, in front of me.
"I see the accused is conscious again," Ms. Sterndackle
announced, "The witnesses may come forward."
Prisoner after prisoner came to the desk in front of me and
told the Warden about every incidence, every dalliance, and
every indiscretion I perpetrated since coming to work at
that Prison, and every time I opened my mouth to protest, I
was, zapped with a stun gun.
After my third time though, the warden grew tired of it and
had one of the female prison guards shove a cock gag down
my throat and strap it in place.
"I trust there will be no further outburst now, Mr.
Buttman," she admonished, though she looked amused at my
predicament.
I had to struggle just to breathe and suppress my gag
reflex so as not to vomit while my face was, impaled on
that disgustingly realistic looking thing.
"Please proceed with your story, Helga," the warden
continued.
Proceed they did, until every sexy babe in the prison, and
even one of the guards, had testified against me.
Ms. Sterndackle called to the bailiff, "Bailiff, please run
the video."
The monitor behind her showed my 'love nest' and a few of
the dalliances I'd had in there over the last few days.
When it was over Ms. Sterndackle picked up a ledger and
said, "I have here your business ledger detailing your
illegal activities in my prison, and here," she picked up a
passbook, "is the evidence of all of the profit you have
made off of the suffering you have caused, some three
hundred, fifty four thousand dollars."
"Bailiff, un-cuff his right arm please," Ms. Sterndackle,
ordered, which was promptly, carried out.
She handed the passbook and a pen to the bailiff, "Now Mr.
Buttman, if you know what's good for you, you will sign
that withdrawal slip."
I hesitated. After all, it was $350,000 bucks.
The bailiff took her stun gun and fired it off into my
balls, "Yaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed
After twenty minutes of intense testicular agony, Ms.
Sterndackle again stated, "Sign the slip, Mr. Buttman!"
This time I grabbed the pen and signed quickly, I didn't
know if my testes could take another and still produce
sperm.
"What you have done here Mr. Buttman is beyond
reprehensible. You have frustrated the rehabilitation of my
inmates. You have raped, stolen, and preyed upon the
weaknesses of these women. God help me, I'm partly blame
myself. I have failed in my duties, and failed to protect
my employees and prisoners. I failed in that I did not
catch you until now."
"A diseased creature such as you must be made to pay, and I
will not leave it up to the legal system outside of these
walls to punish you. You will be punished here and in a way
I deem appropriate compensation, that will rehabilitate you
before you leave these walls," she struck her desk with a
gavel.
"Bailiff, sedate the prisoner!" Ms. Sterndackle ordered and
I again felt my ass jabbed with a syringe.
***
'What a fucking weird dream that was!' I thought as I swam
my way back to consciousness. I opened my eyes and saw that
I was in a Pink Cell!
I sat up quickly and felt a wispy feeling garment shift
around on my body. I looked down to see that I was wearing
a pink baby doll nightie.
'Cute, real cute, wait till my lawyer gets hold of that
warden!' I thought nastily, 'She'll rue the day she
humiliated me like this!'
I peered around my environment, seeing a typical solitary
confinement cell with a full bath. Except that this one was
pink, I mean everything was pink, the sheets, blankets,
false curtains, commode, shower, sink, floor, ceiling,
everything!
There was a small dresser in this cell and a television.
"Well at least I can watch some tube until Ms. Sterndackle
comes to her senses," I said to myself.
I turned it on, and the screen warmed up to, Ms.
Sterndackle's smiling face, "I see you are once again
conscious, and obviously bored. Welcome to Ms.
Sterndackle's Buttman channel, the only channel you have.
This television is programmed with training videos," I
tried to change the channel, but whatever channel I turned
to there was the warden, saying the same thing, "you will
be rewarded with a movie after watching three videos, but
only after demonstrating that you learned what was taught
in the videos, yes you are under video surveillance at all
times. You might as well get comfy, because you are not
getting out of there for quite a while and not until you
have been rehabilitated, which means you will have seen all
the videos and learned what we want you to learn."
'Well let's see what educational video she wants me to
learn. Anger management, or some lame sexual harassment
awareness video...' I thought as the leader on the tape
wound through the system.
***
"Hello," said a pretty woman standing in front of a
nondescript background, "and welcome to Personal Hygiene
for Girls. Before your teacher has to tell you, I will...
Let's keep the giggling to a minimum, ladies."
The instructor walked to her left and stood in front of a
drawing of a naked female, "This anatomically correct
drawing will be used to show the areas of your body, and we
will run films segments to better illustrate the techniques
we will be instructing you in today.
"This series of 5 films will be presented one per day for
the whole week.
"Your bodies are changing, starting to blossom into full
womanhood, and you will need to know how to keep yourself
healthy and beautiful.
"Today's lesson is washing your body. I know that you have
been, taught by your mothers, but we may have some girls in
this class who do not have mothers in their lives. There is
also the possibility that we might know something your
mother doesn't or has neglected to teach you, so pay
attention.
"Now I know that many of you may use antibacterial soap, we
are not recommending the use of this since studies are
showing that using this all of the time tends to breed
antiseptic resistant bacteria.
"This is a washcloth, and though many of you have been
taught to use them, some have not. The cloth holds the soap
and provides a soft yet increased ability to remove the
dead skin cells that your bodies are constantly
shedding..."
I turned it off
***
'Great I'm being, shown hygiene for little girls. I guess
since this is a women's prison that's all they have on
hand. Well at least they show half naked little girls and
have a drawing of a naked girl on it,' I reasoned
"I better have a look around my cell before I zone out on
the tube for too long," I muttered to myself, "and see if
there is something else to wear in that dresser."
I made my way over to it and opened the drawers. They were
all empty except for the bottom one, which had a half dozen
baby dolls, all pink. There were subtle differences in the
lace and shapes of them but to me the all looked the same.
"You could at least give me something decent to wear!" I
yelled at the walls not expecting to get an answer.
You can imagine, my surprise when I heard, "You will be
provided clothing when you earn it Mr. Buttman, not
before." The warden's voice came seemingly from all around
me.
Now that I knew she was listening, I was going to give her
a piece of my mind, "You fucking bitch! You can't do this
to me! This is illegal and you know it! You wait till my
lawyers get done with you!" and then I got foul mouthed and
nasty.
As I continued my tirade, I failed to notice a hissing
noise emanating from the wall, as I lost consciousness and
fell flat on my face.
***
I could feel my self strapped down in bed as I awoke, but
could see nothing, nor could I open my eyes. I knew that I
was, drugged and my face hurt terribly.
"Hello, is some one here?" I asked.
"You were very bad Harry, and the warden had to gas you.
The only trouble is when you fainted and hit your face on
the floor, you broke your nose, and shattered your brow,
but don't let it worry you, I'm a rather good plastic
surgeon, and I have repaired the damage beautifully. You
will look a little different but, that couldn't be helped,"
the lady doctors voice came to me sounding strangely
familiar.
I felt a needle stick on the side of my butt.
"I'm going to have to do some more work on your jaw, so
when you wake again, don't try to talk," she said as I felt
her grab my wrist and check the pulse then blackness swept
over me.
***
I slipped in and out of consciousness a few times again,
but not for long enough to really remember anything, until
I came around to a brightness that caught my attention and
someone calling my name...
"Harry... we need you to wake up now..." the female voice
called.
"Mmmmf?" I answered.
"Good you're awake, now don't try to talk. Doctor, the
patient is conscious again," she called.
"Thank you nurse. Well Harry, it's time to take the last
bandage off your eyes. Now things are going to be blurry at
first, so if you are ready wiggle your right fingers," the
doctor asked me, again with her familiar sounding voice.
I wiggled as asked, then felt gauze being unwrapped from my
head and cotton balls removed from my eyelids.
"All right, you may open your eyes now Harry," the Doctor
said.
I opened them and saw the rather lovely face of the Doctor,
who was also my last intended victim, Callie.
"That is wonderful work doctor, Harry should be grateful we
have such a talented plastic surgeon in our midst," the
warden's voice praised Dr. Callie.
I could not see the warden but I saw the doctor move out of
my limited view and listened intently. The only words I
could hear was, "eye shadow," so I figured that it was just
girl talk and allowed myself to fade into the drowsy state
that the drugs kept me in.
Later the nurse came in and fed me a milkshake through a
straw since my jaw was, wired shut. When I was finished,
she took out some kind of cream and rubbed it into my face
wherever the skin was exposed.
"This will prevent scarring an help you heal quicker," the
nurse said, then she jabbed me with another syringe,
"That's just vitamins and stuff to keep you healthy since
your jaw is wired. I'm going to turn up your dosage on the
morphine pump now so nightie night."
***
It was like that for I don't know how long, then finally I
was, wakened and the nurse removed the last of my bandages.
I was, escorted to my cell and left there with my food,
which I ate through a straw, pain pills, and vitamin pills,
brought to me at regular intervals and pushed through the
slot in my door.
I became bored enough to watch the stupid hygiene tapes and
finally was able to watch a movie... Miss Congeniality,
whoopee. I wasn't too bad though, better than learning how
to shave my legs. That damned warden made me shave my legs
and underarms, moisturize and exfoliate before I could
watch the movie.
I was so weak from the stay in the hospital I could hardly
believe it. To top it off my appetite was gone. I was
eating barely enough to keep a bird alive. I must have lost
fifty pounds over... well to tell the truth, I have no idea
how long. I have no clock, no window, and no idea how much
time has past.
They finally unwired my jaw, and it feels so weird, like my
jawbone is smaller and I can open my mouth farther. I
suppose it is going to feel weird, until it is, totally
healed. I wish they had put a mirror in here, I can't even
see if Callie did a good job on my face, or if I look like
Frankenstein's monster. At least she must have given me
something to temporarily stop my beard from growing, I
can't even feel the stubble.
Every so often, I have to back up to the door slot so that
they can give me a shot of antibiotics to keep me from
getting an infection. How long do you have to take these
though? I'm sure I've had forty or more of them so far.
I keep yelling to have them let me out long enough so I can
get some exorcise, but there is no answer, the walls just
stare back at me. I can't wait until that bitch of a warden
has something to say to me, I'm going to give her a piece
of my mind. This is just illegal, and she is going to be in
here instead of me as soon as I can manage an escape. My
friends must be hunting for me by now. My sister at least,
she calls me every weekend to 'check in' she should be
looking for me and filing a missing persons report at
least.
Well enough staring at my toes, I might as well watch the
next installment of the young and hygienic; let's see what
the next installment is today...
***
"Hello," said the woman again, "and welcome back to
Personal Hygiene for Girls. Today we start a more advanced
topic, hair styling. We will show you how to do some basic
hairstyles and use the basic tools of hair care that salons
do."
'I suppose that whacked out warden is expecting me to put
my hair up in a ponytail!' I thought and quietly snickered
to myself. 'Ouch, what in the hell is that prison laundry
doing? The baby doll I was wearing was irritating my
nipples. They are all swollen and puffy looking.'
A few minutes after the video ended I heard the warden come
over the intercom, "Harry, we are going to need a blood
sample from you."
"Fuck you bitch. You send someone in here to get it and
I'll fight tooth and nail. This is illegal imprisonment.
Pretty soon my sister and my friends will put enough heat
on that the cops are going to search this prison and find
me and that will be the end of you!" I screamed at the
ceiling.
"First of all Harry, no one is looking for you. Listen to
this recording your sister Simelda, made for you," she told
me sounding smug.
"Harry, you pig... You low life scum bucket! You total
waste of skin! I... I can't even think of you as... as my
brother anymore! Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me! As
far as I am concerned, I have no brother! I saw all of
those women tell what you did to them. I saw how you sold
drugs in the prison, and anything you could to make a buck
off or... or...(sobbing wail) trade for sex! I hope you
die!" then the tape with my sister's voice on it went
silent.
"I don't think she is looking for you Harry. If she is, she
probably has something sharp with her," Ms. Sterndackle
said.
"You Cunt! You fucking..." I screamed at her, as the gas
took me again.
***
"Well Harry, you did it again," the nurse said, "You
weren't even healed up from the last time so the doctor had
to do more extensive surgery on your face. To top it of you
managed to break your foot when you passed out, then
unconsciously you tried to break your fall with your hand
and broke that as well." She sounded as if she really cared
about me so I held my tongue and was a good patient for her
especially since my jaw was, wired again.
"The doctor has you on a morphine pump, so if the pain
starts to creep up on you, press the button that I am
placing in your hand, feel it? Now I am pinning it to the
sheets right next to your hand, so it will always be there
when you reach for it. Now I am taking your hand to the
call button on the side rail to your bed, if the pump isn't
keeping up with the pain, press this button. I am sliding
your hand down the railing to the bed controls. Feel them
there under your hand. This button raises the head of the
bed. This is for the foot, up and down. There you go that
should make you more comfortable."
"I'm going to arrange your baby doll so that it isn't all
bunched up, so just relax," she informed me.
'Wow, this nurse has a great bedside manor. Hey, let's see
if this button really will give me an extra shot of
painkiller,' I thought to myself as I pressed the button.
A warm rush of well-being, started to wash over me. I
couldn't voice my pleasure in any other way except to moan,
and somewhere far off it sounded to me like a girl moaning,
'Damn, this is some good shit,' I thought as another warm
wave washed over me and I lost consciousness.
***
"Well doctor, how is our patient coming along?" Ms.
Sterndackle asked, sitting behind her desk, nervously
drumming a pencil on the desktop.
"Warden, Harry is progressing faster than I had
anticipated. Of course, I didn't have the facilities that
you have made available to me, before. It's funny that the
thing that sent me to prison is being used to rehabilitate
a scumbag like Harry," Dr. Callie Mannatter, replied
sitting in the leather chair across the desk from the
warden. "He has discovered his morphine button and unlike
those set up in hospitals, this one has been set at a very
high limit, and Harry is using it generously. He is staying
so stoned, that I think I will start in on his other side
without sending him back to his cell. By the end of the
month, he should be completely addicted to the morphine. I
should have both of his hands done and his feet. His pelvis
is mending quite well and the vocal cords are so tight that
the next time he speaks you won't be able to hear him
unless you are a member of the Canine Family. Additionally,
there is no way you will ever see an Adams apple on that
throat. I have taken three inches out of his legs and he is
missing three ribs now. The over shrinking of his skeletal
structure is on schedule as well. When I have finished with
him, his bones will be lighter and smaller.
"You will be able to, get me the transplant materials that
I requested, won't you warden?" Callie asked.
"Yes, like you said, we can't request the exact parts we
want but you can harvest them directly by declaring a
radiation victim with multiple needs. We can then have the
whole donor sent here on minimal support and you can take
what you want," Ms. Sterndackle admitted. "The unauthorized
research that you were charged with, you're certain that
you can actually, do it?"
"I've done it twice so far. Never on a mentally alert
person though, I used a couple of coma patients. If they
ever wake up, they might die from the shock of finding
themselves so radically different," Dr. Callie tittered at
her own joke, "I just hope that a donor is sent to us
fairly soon."
"How are the subliminals going?" the warden wondered, as
she stood up and walked over to her coffee pot.
"The hypnotics are being pumped in and with the morphine,
he can't put up any resistance to the tapes we run, when he
isn't fully conscious. Katie says that he has even, become
comfortable in his baby dolls," Dr. Callie let out a self-
satisfied snicker. "He has been trying to speak along with
the tapes as they command him, even though his jaw is
wired. Have you thought of what name you plan to give him,
we should start adding that to the tapes right away. You
don't want him to be able to tell anyone his name, do you?"
The warden sat in reflection for a short while and stated,
"Horatia Harlie Hoard, that will be her new name. Befitting
her rap sheet that we have yet to produce, don't you
think?"
Callie giggled, with her hand over her mouth, "I like it.
I'll get started with her programming right away. You, are
sure, that you want the whole treatment?"
"I want even more than you did to the others. I want your
imagination to get to work on everything that you can do,
to maximize our goals. I want you to make sure no matter if
she has been sleeping in a gutter that she, looks
absolutely gorgeous. I want everyman that sees her to
immediately have an erection, and to start drooling. Do you
think that you can accomplish that?"
Dr. Callie gave her a diabolical grin saying, "I think so.
Now here is what I want you to set up for me..."
***
'Oh man,' I thought, 'time for another push of the magic
button!'
I pressed it and waited for the warm elation to wash over
me and take my pain with it. I didn't even think about why
the pains I was getting, were now in different places. How
my pain seemed to lessen in my right foot, only to reappear
in my left one. It didn't even bother me that the push
button became bigger when one day it appeared in my left
hand after being in my right for so long.
I was a little alarmed when I heard, "Hello there, Horatia
how are you feeling this morning?"
'Who in the hell is Horatia?' I thought, but for some
reason I knew she was taking to me.
"Pretty darn good, I'll bet. Well this is Dr. Mannatter and
I thought I would prepare you personally for your next
surgery. This is going to be the last one, so don't fret
any. You have the easy job today, but for me it is going to
be a long one. I'll see you in a couple week again, after
your recovery."
I felt a poke far off in my butt, although it barely
registered in my drugged haze, as I drifted off to
oblivion.
***
"Alright nurse Goodbody, let's get her into the operating
room. The donor's organs aren't going to wait much longer,"
Dr. Mannatter told her.
"Oh Dr. Callie, she should be so grateful for the wonderful
job you have done, although I'm certain she won't
appreciate it for some time, if she ever does at all.
(Giggle)," nurse Goodbody praised the doctor as she helped
push the gurney towards the surgery.
Dr. Callie giggled as well, "We sure got lucky with the
donors, and I never expected to be provided with three of
them all at once. I'm going to be able to do something
special with this one!"
"I hope you'll let me massage the kinks out of your back
after all of this intense surgery. Maybe even (giggle) you
will like having me tongue fuck you too," nurse Goodbody
licked her luscious lips seductively.
"If you don't quit that Katie, I'll forget all about Harry
and do you right here you vixen!" Dr. Callie threatened,
"Anyway we're going into the operating room and the other
nurses will be jealous so keep your motor running on idle
till later, alright baby?"
Nurse Goodbody gave her a quick peck on the lips, "It's a
date!"
***
I came swimming up slowly from a long strange dream. I
became aware that I was wearing a pair of headphones, which
were, removed almost immediately.
I was feeling kind of sick and tried to press the button
that should be in my hand, but wasn't.
"No more morphine pump for you Missy. It's time for you to
get up out of that bed and get on with your training," I
heard Mistress Callie tell me.
I opened my eyes to see the doctor's smiling face right in
front of my eyes. I could see her Katie Goodbody standing
off to one side.
"Now just to prove to me that you are once again awake
Harry, tell me your name?" she sweetly asked, still
grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Sure, my name is Horatia," I replied, "No that's not
right, my name is Horatia! Wait, wha... my... name... is...
Horatia! What in the fudge?" I quit with my mouth hanging
open in shock.
I heard Katie titter in the background, while Callie
laughed in my face. A devilish look came across her face
and she pulled away a little and said, "Not long ago you
would have done almost anything to get your hands on
these," as she removed her blouse and bra, pressing those
beautiful breasts almost against my lips, "You should be
sporting a rock hard woody about now!"
She was right, I should be. My heart was pounding, my
breath was short, and I was definitely excited, but no hard
on! I concentrated on the area between my legs, and it only
felt like I had wet myself, instead of the rigid meat I
should be feeling.
'Did all of that morphine make me sterile? Had the drugs
chemically castrated me?' I fretted.
"Oh, poor Horatia, she looks so frightened doctor Callie.
Maybe you should tell her why she doesn't have an
erection," Katie Goodbody said in a rather condescending
voice, grinning all the while.
"What a good idea Katie. Well Horatia, the reason you are
not sporting a woody is simply that you no longer have the
wood," as impossible as it might have seemed to me, she
smiled even wider knowing the effect that this information
would have on me.
"What? You, castrated me? You can't do this it's illegal!
Nooooooo," I screamed then fainted.
***
"Now don't you faint on me again Horatia! You need to know
that, you were not, castrated! Now if you will stop this
sissy fainting routine and listen, I have more to tell
you," Mistress Callie told me as I regained consciousness
for the fourth time after she told me that my cock was no
longer, my own.
"That's better! Now you relax Missy, that is an order from
your Mistress!" she ordered shaking her finger in my face.
Completely against my will, I found an intense blanket of
calm descend over me.
"Good girl! Now, if you stay conscious for a few more
minutes you may hear the rest, and get on with the rest of
your life," she sounded exasperated as she ordered me to
listen.
Katie was holding my hand and patting it, "Callie, remember
she is still weak from all of the time in bed..."
"Right, I'll lighten up sweetens, but only for you, I don't
give one whit what this scumbag is feeling," Callie
exclaimed.
"Horatia, you need to thank your lucky stars for Katie
here, she has been the only person in this whole prison who
has tried to keep some very nasty things from happening to
you," Callie said as she walked a little ways away, "I have
an idea, Katie why don't you tell her about her new
situation? I have better thing to do!" With that Callie
spun on her heals and left my room.
"Ughn, why do I feel so sick?" I moaned as every nerve in
my body complained, and the room was doing flip-flops.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry! Your suffering withdrawal from the
morphine you were on for so long. Here let me give you a
little shot to just help you over the hump a little... but
first will you do some thing for me?" she asked so smoothly
and convincingly I would have been hard for me to think
something was up, even if I had all of my wits about me.
"Anything, if you can make me feel a little better," I
smiled up at her as best as I could manage. I saw her take
out a syringe and fill it from a little bottle.
"Well this favor should be easy for you. All I want, is
that you please, please try not to do anything to make
Doctor Callie any madder. It is really hard on me to keep
the others from doing things to you in retaliation for any
little thing that you do. So please promise me that you
will try, so that I can keep taking care of you. They have
talked about using one of the other inmates as your nurse,
but I think they will find someone who doesn't really care
about her patients, and that makes me feel sad for you. Do
you think that you can try hard, for me?" she finished in
an, oh so caring voice.
I got a tear in my eye and said, "Thank you for helping
me," I could hold back no longer... the hopelessness of my
situation, and everything I had been told to this point
came crashing in and I started weeping. Not your ordinary
basic cry mind you, but the whole body wracking all out
kind.
Katie hugged me while I sobbed, and dried my tears, saying
soothing things while I had lost it entirely.
When I had started to calm down, I felt the sting of the
injection as she poked me in the buttocks with the needle.
Mere moments later I had a smile on my face and was in a
warm floating blissful high.
"Do you feel better now baby?" Katie asked, while she held
me sitting on my bed.
"Yes... I fell all warm and floaty. You are my best friend
Katie. I know that I don't deserve you, but knowing you are
here for me makes my heart soar," I rambled, in the haze of
the drug. Had I been a little straighter, I would have
wanted to gag at the effeminate things I had just said to
her.
"That's alright baby, Katie is here for you..." she rocked
back and forth as I became ever so much more placid.
***
As the trio reviewed the tape, Katie said, "Can you believe
that turd is buying this drivel? I had to work so hard not
to retch, when I said it!"
"Was it that bad? She looks so different from Harry that
it's hard for me to think of her as the same person," Ms.
Sterndackle admitted, sitting in one of the office chairs
next to the other two women reviewing the tape of Horatia's
first awakening.
Dr. Mannatter piped in with, "Well since we were the ones
who did the actual alterations, it probably is a little
easier for us to know that underneath that beautiful
exterior, lays the disgusting and fetid mind of a rapist
and blackmailer."
"I have to admit that you did a splendid job on her,
Callie. You two had better get back there, she should be
coming around soon," Ms. Sterndackle reminded them.
"Yes warden, I would like to thank you for the opportunity
to prove my theories, and to save the other women
incarcerated here from that pig," Callie shook the warden's
hand as she stood to leave.
Katie, being the more emotional of the ladies, threw
herself around the warden's neck, hugging and kissing her,
"Thank you warden. You are doing a wonderful thing for
women everywhere!"
"Sometimes I have my doubts about that. Luckily, all I have
to do is review Harry's file, and I am once again totally
convinced that we are doing what must be done," Ms.
Sterndackle sighed deeply shaking her head, "I just wish we
didn't have to."
"Bye warden, we'll keep you informed on how things are
going, even though it is mostly Katie's job for now," Dr.
Mannatter left with her nurse to check on Horatia.
***
I came to, still feeling good, to see the lovely face of my
only friend, Katie.
"Hi, welcome back sweetie. Are you ready to take your first
walk to the bathroom now? Come on, get that cute little
tush out of the bed," she said as she pulled me gently to
the edge and I expected she was going to help me to my
feet.
As my torso came more to a vertical posture, I felt...
something I never in my life, expected that I would feel!
My chest slid into my lap! "Oh God! What was that?"
Katie giggled, "Don't be a silly girl! That is just your
bosoms natural motion, when you are not wearing your
brassiere!"
I was shocked! Yet for some reason, I knew it was natural
for a girl like me. My head was spinning trying to get a
grip on why I would think it was natural, when
unconsciously I, stood up. Well that's not entirely
correct, I tried to stand up and wound up having Katie
steadying me. She helped me to my toes.
Try as I might I could not relax my foot to stand on the
floor! I tried to take a step on point, but my feet just
weren't strong enough, and I was, forced to sit back down
on the bed.
"What is wrong with my feet Katie?" I asked in
astonishment.
"Oh Horatia, you know you need special corrective shoes to
walk in, ever since your accident!" she chided me.
"I wish you would stop calling me that," I asked her, as
she bent down to place my feet into a pair of shoes from
underneath the bed.
"What would you like me to call you sweetheart?" she asked,
as she slipped my strangely tiny feet, into a pair of
radically high heals.
"Please call me by my real name. Horatia," I asked, "I mean
the name I was born with, Horatia!"
Katie giggled a disarming titter and said, "That's what I
have been calling you dear."
"Oh piffle! I give up! Call me Horatia then," I said, even
tough I really wanted to use much stronger language.
"I sure will honey. Do you remember the rest of your name?"
Katie bated me, as she did up the little strap across the
top of my feet.
"My whole name is, Horatia Harlie Hoard. Oh dear lord,
that's even worse than my real name, Horatia Harlie Hoard!"
I was so frustrated that even feeling as nice as the drugs
were making me feel, I started to tear up.
Now don't you go, getting all emotional dearie, this is
just going to be a quick sissy, and then it's right back
into bed," she scolded me, as she finished putting my shoes
on.
At least I think she put shoes on my feet, I could feel
them, but it was impossible for me to see them with the
giant bulges in my way, "I can't see my feet," I
complained.
"Well I can tell you that you are missing a beautiful
sight! These are two of the prettiest feet I have ever
seen," I could feel her gently caressing the top of my
foot, which sent an sensuous shiver up my spine, making me
quiver, "Now that's enough stalling, come along, Horatia."
She pulled me over to the edge of the bed.
That's when I realized that this couldn't be, the Katie
that I knew. This woman is an Amazon! She must be six foot
or taller. Even her hands were bigger than mine are. Not to
mention she was one strong girl, pulling me as easily as
she was.
She tugged one last time, and my bottom slid from the bed
as I dropped the short distance to the floor, and her
strong arms kept me from falling over. I felt my chest
pulling heavily downward in front of me, while it bounced
and jiggled all over. My legs were weak and my knees felt
like warm gelatin, as she slowly walked me to the water
closet, as if I was eighty years old or something.
When we finally arrived, she turned me around?
'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'I only have to go pee, why
turn me around? Maybe I'm so weak that it's safer to do it
this way, so I won't fall down if my knees go.'
Satisfied with that reasoning I suddenly felt Katie drop my
baby doll panties to my ankles for me, and then she held up
the top so I wouldn't soil it when I sat down.
'Well I guess it's not so strange... she is a nurse and has
seen lot's of people naked before,' I rationalized as I sat
down on the seat.
'It sure feels like my butt is covering more of the seat
than usual,' I casually observed, 'I'm going to have to get
to the gym when I get out of here.'
I relaxed the usual muscles and I nearly fainted. It felt
like I was peeing out of my butt! My piss was spraying all
over my ass too!
Katie must have seen all the blood drain out of my face
because she asked, "What's the matter, Horatia? Your face
just turned really pale!"
"It felt like I was peeing out of my butt!" I almost
screeched, having finished my sissy.
"Of course it did, that's how we girls pee Horatia, and no
big deal is it? Are you done now?" she queried with a
matter of fact expression on her face.
I started to stand up and her strong gentle hands stopped
me, "Horatia, you must be really out of it girl! Don't
forget to wipe yourself," she chided with a little giggle.
I snatched a wad of toilet tissue and reached between my
legs, and when I wiped my smooth creased gash, I screamed
and fainted dead away.
***
When next I awoke, I felt myself floating in a strange
unshakable state, when I heard Mistress Callie say, "There
that should keep her awake long enough for us to get her
past the basic hurdles! She's on enough Prozac to mellow
out Richard Simons! She's alright now aren't you sweetie?"
I felt Mistress Callie pinch my face to purse my lips with
her hand.
"Hi gorgeous, didn't I fuck you a while back?" I asked
stoned out of my head, sitting up in my hospital bed and
smiling.
"Actually no, I fucked you, and I fucked you real good!"
she patted my cheek smiling at me.
"Aw that's nice... cause I like you a lot! I always did
like a lady with big boobies! Do you want to fuck me again?
You can fuck me as good as you want, pretty lady!" I
blathered, barely able to form words as stoned as I was.
"I'll take you up on that offer later, after you get more
familiar with your body though, for now why don't you let
Katie help you learn more about yourself?" she suggested,
with her hand stroking my hair on the back of my head.
"Does she want to fuck me too? She's pretty, she can fuck
me too!" I offered.
"Okay, it's a date, but only if you are a good girl and
learn what Katie is going to show you. Do you think that
you can do that for your mistress, Horatia?" Mistress
Callie asked now staring deeply into my eyes and holding my
hand.
"I'll try really hard Mistress Callie," I promised, in the
high sweet voice I was hardly aware that I now had.
"That's a good girl Horatia. I have to leave now, so you be
nice to Katie while I'm gone," she ordered, with a sweet
smile on her face.
As she got up to leave, I still don't believe I did this, I
said, "Can I have a hug before you leave, please?"
"That is so sweet of you! You sure can honey!" she hugged
me tight, squishing my boobies way out to the sides as she
did.
I started panting like a bitch in heat! Wow! I was,
inundated by pleasurable sensations coming from my chest. I
really liked how my boobies felt when someone touched them,
I almost orgasmed just from her hugging me!
"Oh, so you like that, do you? Well sweetie, I'll be back
and hugging you a lot over the next few weeks, so keep that
motor running honey," Mistress Callie kissed my cheek and I
orgasmed!
Not like... so hard to think... anyway, I came harder than,
I think I have ever orgasmed before! In addition, whether I
have orgasmed that hard before or not, I want to do it
again, a lot!
"Perfect! Everything is working out just as we planned,"
Mistress Callie announced and then kissed me right on the
lips, sending me into another magnificent orgasm, only this
time she held it for a couple minutes, I kept squirting and
squirting lubrication until I was sitting in a veritable
puddle! She patted my cheek again and ordered, "You be a
good little sissy girl for Katie, and I'll come back and
kiss you again later." She walked out of my room leaving me
with a satisfied smile on my face.
"Well that makes my decision for me, as to what to teach
you first," Katie giggled and went on, "bath time is what
you need the most now. So let's get you to your feet and
into a nice hot and soapy tub full of bubbles."
Katie helped me to my feet, well to my stiletto heels to be
more precise. Her strong hands supported me into the
bathroom and she placed me onto the water closet, while she
filled the tub and squirted bubble bath into the hot water,
saying, "While you are there you might as well go sissy, it
will be a little while until the tub is full."
I stood and pulled down my pink silk panties, and then sat
down again, and let loose the stream of urine from my butt.
I wiped my hairless pussy and started to pull off my top in
preparation for my bath. Katie came over and helped me get
the gossamer fabric over my gigantic breasts.
When the tub was full she supported my, oh so weak feminine
frame all the way into the blissfully relaxing bubble bath.
At least it was relaxing until Katie started washing my
boobs for me. My legs went straight and rigid, and the
muscles tightened up so much my legs were shaking. My hands
kept grasping the water at the bottom of the tub and I was
moaning as if I should be looking for Scrooge!
"I think you are going to need help getting washed, at
least for the foreseeable future," she giggled, I on the
other hand could do nothing but twitch.
"Okay, now your mountains are cleaned, why don't you wash
your arms and legs," Katie handed me a wash cloth and I
automatically took over washing myself as I had been taught
by the training tapes.
I ran into trouble when I started to clean my vulva, one
touch and I nearly drowned. My back arched hard and my head
went underwater as I did. Lucky for me that Katie was there
to save me. She pulled my head up into the open air while I
orgasmed.
"My, you are easily satisfied sweetie! How about, we wash
your hair now Horatia?" she whipped the bubbles off, of my
face, which had covered it.
"Why am I orgasming so much Katie?" asked her as she
supported my head out of the water.
"You are just a horny slut, Horatia. You always have been.
It's okay though everybody is used to it. In fact the girls
on the cell block miss you terribly," she giggled, and I
was wondering why that would be funny.
Katie showed me how to pat myself dry. Then she powdered me
all over telling me, "I kind of envy you Horatia, not ever
having to shave your legs or pussy. The way you can
casually walk around wearing stiletto heels, which are so
high that they are, nearly ballet boots, you are incredible
girl! Your breasts are delightful as well. I wouldn't have
the courage to have my breast augmented to the extent that
you have," she lightly caressed my nipple, making me quiver
all over.
"Do your breasts, make you do this?" I barely managed to
ask.
"Not to your degree honey. I love it when mine are,
caressed, but I have never orgasmed when someone played
with them. You were just made special Horatia, created to
be a sex toy," she smiled as she told me this.
"Time to get dressed girl," she informed me. "I'll hold
your bra while you step into the cups, and then I'll make
up the clasp in back, while you situate your boobs in the
cups," she directed as I did just that.
"You might just have to get some bigger bras soon, this one
is almost too small," she told me as she hooked me in
tightly in the back.
She handed me a crotchless pink thong to pull up my legs,
which I did, and I enjoyed the sisterly help she was giving
me. She had me pull up rose colored stockings with lace
roses woven into them to attach to the matching garter belt
I put on, and then she had to straighten them for me, since
it was so hard for me to see them with my huge boobs in the
way. Next came a pink see through silk blouse with elastic
woven into the lower half, so that it would cling to my
tiny waist, before flaring out to hug my breasts, and
display them in a deeply scooped neckline.
The silk fabric, hugging me so tight, and sliding around my
torso was sending wave after wave of pleasure signals to my
brain.
Katie then helped me into a sweet silky pink half-slip, she
rested on my wide flaring hips, before slipping up a
scarlet silk skirt and fastened it in the back for me.
I was, seated before a mirror and Katie helped me rub
conditioners into my face, and then showed me how to
outline my lips with a lip liner, before helping me apply
my lipstick.
I found myself wondering why I didn't have to put on
blusher or eye shadow until I noticed that I really didn't
need it, I already had a violet and pink eye shadow and
dark eye liner on and my cheeks were in a perpetual blush.
For that matter I really didn't need the lipstick or lip
liner, I had applied the same colors that my big soft lips
already were. I think she had me do it to protect my lips
from chapping, yes that must be it.
My long thick wavy strawberry blonde hair was, brushed out,
and fastened into a cute ponytail that hung down midway on
my back.
I looked at my tiny slim hands and appraised my nail
polish, it was immaculate as always, just the perfect shade
of pink, and an inch longer than my fingers. I was smiling
at the sight of them when I heard Katie say, "You know you
don't have to worry about your fingernails or toenails,
Horatia. Remember, Doctor Mannatter replaced your nails
with enameled titanium implants, after the accident made
you loose a couple nails on each hand, she thinks you are
real special!"
I was grinning broadly, knowing that what she told me must
be true, since my nails were so beautiful.
"That should do it Horatia! Now you and I have an
appointment to keep with the warden," she led me through
the security areas into the warden's office, where I took a
seat across from Mistress Sterndackle, Mistress Callie, and
Nurse Goodbody.
"I see you have finally recovered from your accident
Horatia. Do you think you are ready to go back into the
general prison population again?" Mistress Warden
Sterndackle asked me, her hands clasped together on her
desk as she leaned closer to me.
I cleared my throat and answered in my sweet high little
girl's voice, "I feel all better Mistress Warden
Sterndackle. I'm sorry to be so much trouble. I can go back
in with the other girls again now, and I promise to be a
good girl!"
Ms. Sterndackle looked at Dr. Callie and said, "Impressive
work Dr. Callie. You are, sure that she can perform her
trustee duties now? The duties that we discussed earlier?"
"Most assuredly warden, I will personally acquaint her with
her new position as a trustee," she replied with a devilish
grin, knowing what awaited me.
"Excellent, make sure I get copies of the first day's
training films. You may take your charge to her cell again
and begin. I'll finish up the paperwork transferring her
back to her cell," Mistress Sterndackle told her, picking
up a sheaf of papers and glancing at them. Then she
whispered to Dr. Callie, "Harry's sister, who works for the
county records department, has filed the fake records for
Horatia. She is now officially here on repeat offender
charges of prostitution. Many, many charges of
prostitution!" She snickered deviously.
"Perfect!" Mistress Callie and Katie stood, took my tiny
hands, and lead me back to my special pink cell.
Right away, I noticed that it had been, redecorated. There
was a new King size bed with pretty pink sheets and a
ruffled pink comforter on it. All of the plain curtains had
been, replaced with ornate pink hanging draperies. There
was a new cabinet against one wall. The bathroom now has a
big mirror. The shower was, replaced by a huge bathtub
shower, in pink. There was a walk-in closet filled with
pretty pink clothes and lingerie, even a section with latex
out fits hanging there. My pink dresser was double the size
it was when I last saw it, and when I opened the drawer I
saw scads of lingerie. There were different colors and
styles aplenty and none of them looked at all like ordinary
day wear, it all seemed to be out of Victoria's Secret or
Fredericks of Hollywood!
I walked over and bounced onto my back on the bed and only
then did I notice the huge mirror on the ceiling!
"Beautiful isn't it Horatia?" Mistress Callie asked, as she
had been watching me look around from the doorway with
Katie.
"It's wonderful!" I squealed enthusiastically.
"Well, not everyone has a nice cell like this one Horatia,
and if you want to keep this one you have to work for it.
You do want to keep it, don't you?"
"Oh yes," I replied.
She closed the cell door and began stripping off her
clothes, as did nurse Katie. I was confused and started to
remove mine as well when Mistress Callie said, "Stop! We
will do that ourselves in a minute!"
They both walked into the closet and when they emerged,
Mistress Callie was wearing thigh high black leather high
heel boots, a leather thong, and a leather shelf bra, which
left her nipples exposed.
Katie was wearing a soft frilly baby doll with a leather
color that had a leash attached, the other end firmly in
the grasp of Mistress Callie, "That's more like it! Now my
lovely slave girl Katie, I want you to prepare our special
guest!"
Katie came toward me with an evil grin on her face.
I was so frightened I began to tremble all over, which made
Mistress Callie laugh evilly.
Katie veered off toward the new cabinet, opened it, and
brought out some restraints, which she promptly affixed to
my wrists and ankles. I knew that both women were bigger
than I am, and that the crop that Mistress Callie had would
be able to quickly subdue me, so I didn't resist.
Katie laid me down on the bed and tied me to the four
corners. My legs were, spread wide and painfully. Katie
then put a tight collar onto my neck and a small box was,
attached to it.
"The collar you have on will emit a painful shock if you
cry out or start saying inappropriate things. Do you
understand Horatia?" Mistress Callie told me holding the
remote control in her hand.
"Yes," I replied.
ZAP!
"That is, 'Yes Mistress Callie'! Don't forget it! Note also
that what you just felt was the lowest shock level. I have
four higher levels. Now say it again properly WHORE!" she
yelled.
"Yes Mistress Callie."
"First lesson learned. That is good Hor, you don't mind me
nick naming you Hor, do you?" she demanded hand on her hip,
the other firmly hovering over a button on the remote.
"N... No, Mistress Callie," I hesitantly replied, afraid to
be shocked again.
"Good, because that is your new job, Hor. You are the
prison whore! You will be trained how to please a woman in
many ways, and will become proficient in all of them, since
you will be having so much practice!" she turned to face
Katie, "Make her ready Katie."
Katie splayed opened my blouse and scooped my breasts out
of my bra, leaving then standing high on my tiny chest. She
hiked my skirt up around my waist, and then cut my panties
off me.
"She is helpless and ready Mistress Callie," Katie stated,
taking her place standing behind and to the left of her
mistress.
"Key phrase, Harry Ass Buttman," mistress Callie stated
with a smirk on her face.
Suddenly the haze in my mind lifted and again I was 'the
me', that I should be, "What in the fuck is going on! Where
in the hell did these fake boobs come from and why am I
tied to this bed?"
"Those are not fake boobs Harry, those are your tits. You
are tied to the bed to begin your training as the prison
whore," she left it at that, and just stood there smiling.
"Gigolo maybe, but only girls are whores, and I'd have
willingly fucked as many of the inmates you want, without
having to be tied down," I replied.
"Katie, go ahead and start tongue fucking her!" Callie
ordered.
I could feel the bed bounce while she climbed on,
especially since my enormous boobs jiggled all over,
sending strange sensations all through me.
The next sensations were unbelievable, she spit on my
crotch, and I felt it run down... the crease in my crotch?
Before I could come to grips with that, she gently spread
my vulva with her slippery tongue. I was unprepared for the
intense pleasure her tongue was inflicting on me. My head
went back into the pillow hard, my toes curled up and I
started trying to buck my hips into Katie's face.
Mistress Callie grabbed my hair and pulled my head around
so that my eyes opened to see her face closely, "Harry, you
are now a woman. You have a uterus, a vagina, and ovaries.
Unlike most women though, you have six ovaries, I wanted to
make sure that if any were rejected you would still have
functioning ones. You have three clits, in a cute
configuration in the top of your vulva. I gave you a
sixteen-inch long vagina, which will accommodate an
enormous dildo. You have flexible labia that will stay
tight on whatever penetrates you but will still stretch
around huge objects. You have six Bartholin's glands, which
will make you just the juiciest fuck around, and guarantee
that you orgasm buckets of pussy juice. I made sure that
those udders on your chest are incredibly sensitive with
enormous nipples, so that you can be, sent into quivering
submission easily. Each normal woman's breast has 15 to 20
sections, called lobes, you however have sixty per breast,
so when I say udder, I really mean that! I removed five of
your lower ribs, and shrunk you in almost all directions.
Your waist is a tiny eighteen inches. You are almost five
feet tall on your toes, which by the way is the only way
you can walk anymore. I spread your hips nice and wide,
around thirty nine inches. I'm sure that you have noticed
that you sound like a six year old when you talk, and I
made sure that you're ravishingly beautiful," she laughed
long and wildly.
"You look like you don't believe me Harry. I'll prove it,
look straight up, and watch as Katie makes you cum in a
wonderful gush!" she pointed my face toward the ceiling
mirrors.
I saw a sweetly beautiful tiny strawberry blonde girl with
her head held firmly by Mistress Callie staring back at me,
buried by a pair of huge boobs and a pretty blonde with her
tongue driven deeply up a hairless cunt, attached to the
booby girl.
"Noooo!" I screamed, "Please tell me it's a joke! I... I...
I can't be a girl! No one can give a man a cunt that works!
It's not possible you have to be lying!" I ranted, as Katie
licked the three clits in my soft sensitive labia, as she
was rapidly bringing me towards orgasming.
When I did orgasm, it was like having an epileptic fit. I
thrashed about, bucked, arched, clenched, and gushed a
small tidal wave out of my pussy!
Katie didn't stop though, she had me thrashing about three
more times in the space of a few minutes, one multiple
orgasm after another.
Finally, Mistress Callie told her to stop, whereupon she
came around and kissed me. That didn't shock me as much as
her sharing a mouth full of my own pussy juice with me,
which I had to swallow, or drown.
"It's time for Harry's 'Lady Viagra' shot Katie, so please
administer it to her, and then inject the oxytocin, I want
her to become very feminine mentally, so getting her
breasts to lactate should help her to be more nurturing,"
she watched as Katie shot a huge syringe of 'Lady Viagra'
into my butt.
Katy turned to a table and filled another huge syringe and
injected both of my boobies with half it's content.
"You see Harry, you are going to be more of a woman than
even Katie here. You should start to menstruate in two
weeks. You had better be a good girl or the warden has
promised that she will send a male guard in here to fuck
you at the proper time to insure that you are pregnant.
Won't that be fun!" she giggled at the look of terror on my
face.
"Don't worry I'll help you in that area, I'm going to
restart your conditioning so that you will be a proper
whore, right up to the point when you are so close to the
throws of ecstasy that you can't stop. Then and only then
will you be able to remember that you are Harry Buttman,
ex-prison guard, rapist and drug pusher. Oh, and the other
leash we have is your addiction, if you are not a good
little slut whore, we won't give you your maintenance dose
of morphine. The withdrawals are impressive to watch, and
I'm sure that you will do anything we ask to get your
drugs, how do you like being a drug addict whore Harry?"
she patted my cheek painfully.
"You Fucking b..." I started.
ZAP!
The pain overwhelmed me, and my jaw clenched.
"Pain and pleasure, I'm sure you will find it an effective
combination," she caressed my huge breast sending shivering
waves of pleasure to my brain.
"After a few years of our loving ministrations, even the
slight remnant of Harry that is left now will be so
thoroughly immersed in Horatia, he'll love what she has
become... Harry Buttman, prison whore!" she laughed then
spoke the key phrase that mentally turned me into a
submissive girl.
***
"Hor, it's time for your next appointment," she announced,
as she led into the room a prisoner that I had blackmailed
into having sex with me many months before.
"That's really him?" she asked incredulously, her hand
covering her mouth.
Mistress Callie gave her a stern look.
"S... Sorry, her... She is lovely! I dressed up, how do I
look?" she twirled slowly so that we could see her dress.
She was wearing a chiffon pastel print dress, wispy and
gossamer looking, with suntan pantyhose and white sandals.
Mistress Callie replied, "Quite lovely my dear. Hor is
prepared just as you requested. Katie, please go and pick
out an appropriate collar for Lillie."
Katie undulated off to the closet, returning with a pastel
blue collar that she strapped to Lillie's neck, handing the
leash to Mistress Callie.
"On the bed now my pretties," the two women hopped onto the
bed with me, one on each side, as Mistress Callie ordered.
"Now, as sexily as you both can, strip one another."
Katie and Lillie started kissing and slowly undoing each
other's clothing right over my tightly bound female body.
As things proceeded, the sight of them stripping was making
me crazy, but when they started brushing against my boobs
and tiny little body, they had my cunt drooling like a
Pavlov's dogs.
"Use your discarded clothing to tantalize our victim,"
Mistress Callie ordered, having taken a seat across the
room and began rubbing her own crotch as she watched.
Katie placed her D cup bra on top of my much larger
breasts, rubbing my nipples through the lacy fabric, and
tickling the sides of my mountainous mammaries with the
straps.
Lillie took her silky panties and rubbed my face with them,
and then moved them down around my breasts and tickled me
all the way to my toes and back upwards to my vulva, where
she concentrated on driving me wild, slipping them between
my legs, and sometimes my labia.
I was so, turned on that I was trembling all over,
straining at my bonds, and moaning loudly.
"Very good girls! Lillie I believe that our little Hor here
would like to have sex with you. I think, since she was
always looking for some pussy, you should feed her yours,"
Mistress Callie, snickered and started pulling at her own
nipples. "Katie, I want you to use your fingers on Hor's
cunt. Go slowly and teasingly, and not more than one finger
in her at a time."
Lillie straddled my face and brought her sweet smelling
pussy down on my mouth. I was, so crazy with sexual energy
I willingly began tongue fucking her. She was moaning and
caressing my boobs. With every lick, she would reciprocate
by twiddling my nipples a moaning herself.
With Katie's finger fucking me with maddening slowness,
even so, I screamed an orgasm into Lillie's vagina, well
before I brought her to her own trembling, face dowsing,
orgasm. I swallowed at least two mouthfuls of her pussy
juice before she lifted off my face allowing me to breathe
freer.
"Wonderful Lillie! Now you know what to do, Lillie. Katie,
you now have boob, and face duty. I want to see her lips
trembling before Lillie and I return!" Mistress Callie
ordered, with a steamy satisfied look upon her face.
Katie nibbled my ear, nuzzled my boobs, twisted my nipples,
and then she stuck her tongue down my neck, tickling my
tonsils. She started licking between my breasts, and sure
enough, my lips were trembling in no time.
"Ah, you're back, Lillie! Crawl into position," Mistress
Callie ordered and I felt the mattress move with her
presence, jiggling my massive breasts, "You may begin when
ready."
I felt Lillie's fingers play with my labia, smearing my
pussy juice all over and next... Oh GOD NO! I felt a hard
blunt object being, slid up, and down between my lips. I
flexed my pussy muscles trying to deny entry to the
invader, but I was way too wet and didn't have enough
strength in my cunt muscles to deny its entry.
I felt my lips stretch around the invader and my resistance
dwindled rapidly. It felt... it felt like... I felt...
well... whole is the only way to describe it. The vacancy
between my legs was, plugged and I wanted more of it. I
wanted her to ram that thing into me to the hilt, and when
she started backing out, I clenched my muscles in an effort
to keep it within me. I had no reason to worry since she
started another stroke before she came out. I tried to grab
hold of her, tried to cling to her, but my bonds were
preventing that, so I concentrated on kissing Katie
whenever she was near my mouth.
I orgasmed in a torrent, loudly screaming, "Oh God... oh
GOD... OH GOD!"
"Keep going Lillie," Mistress Callie ordered then she stood
up and walked over to the head of the bed, bending over so
that she was close to my ear and face. "Hor, do you like
being fucked? Do you enjoy being, filled by that big dildo?
Tell me that you want to be, fucked. Tell me you want to be
fucked allot!"
"Oohgloo," I replied to her demand, my mind lost in the
incredible ecstasy I was experiencing.
Mistress Callie held her hand up to Lillie indicating she
should stop, "Hor, now I want you to say, 'Fuck me. Make me
your whore. Fuck me hard, please!' If you don't I won't let
her continue."
I wanted more. I wanted her to keep going, I needed her to
keep going.
I was taking too much time, so Mistress Callie waved Lillie
to start backing out of me.
"Nooooo! Fuck me. Make me your whore. Fuck me hard,
please!" I screamed, trying to scoot my butt toward the
retreating dildo.
Mistress Callie signaled for Lillie, to start stroking
forward again, "That's better Hor. Lillie needs to know
that she's, appreciated. She needs to hear you ask her to
fuck you. So now, every time you stop asking, she will stop
fucking."
Now she wants me to beg to