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Maggie's Perfect Plan Part 12 By Eve Smith The following morning after being awoken I had breakfast. Dressed in denim skirt, pink tee shirt, ankle socks and buckle up shoes I went to the kitchen. This was the first thing that I had eaten since the previous morning. I sat alone. The girls were upstairs laughing and shouting, whilst their mothers remained in bed having no need to get up as the housework was going to be done for them again. After cleaning the house I was summoned to the lounge where once again I had the task of tongue cleaning all their panties. They voted on whose were the worst and Britany won easily which didn't please Emily who had been confident that she would be the winner. Her face looked like thunder and I knew that I would suffer. When the others had left the room she ordered me to kneel in front of her. Having me there before her lightened her mood, seeing me kneeling subserviently pleased her. She seemed to sit thinking, thinking of a suitable task to put me through to compensate her for not winning the panty contest. 'This afternoon when that creep Martin comes here you will take him to your room, you are to strip him and lick him all over'. I looked at her not daring to question her demand. 'You will lick his face, neck, arms, including his armpits, his balls, his arse, his feet and finally you are to suck his cock, oh and to start you will suck his dirty, grubby, chewed fingers, in fact you will totally humiliate yourself in front of him and let him see what a dirty little girl you are, you will be the one that forces yourself on him'. She giggled, asked me if I understood and I nodded. Martin and I would be alone in the room and I would tell her that I had done as she wanted so I felt quite smug until she said. 'And I am going to rig up the video camera in your room so your disgusting performance will be recorded and viewed by us all, that's really funny don't you think sissy, and of course you have to make sure that he doesn't get in your panties or he will find out that you are really a man'. I stared at her, the smile on her face saying that she had forgotten the disappointment of not having the dirtiest panties. 'You will let him take your top off so that he can play with your little tits, that is going to be really funny to watch, my step daddy having his tits kissed, sucked and tweaked'. She sat there smugly looking at me, once again happy that she had thought of another torture for me, a torture that I would have to willingly to part in or risk having my secret revealed. I shivered slightly as I thought of that happening. He would run away screaming, only returning with his parents and the police. My eyes remained on Emily but she was now looking at a magazine, ignoring me like a dropped toy. She was wearing jeans that hugged her figure and a tee that did the same. She looked so much like her mother. I was sure that Kylie and Britany envied her looks and figure, knowing that they would have the frumpy body and features of their mother. Although not a classic beauty Emily in years to come would break a few hearts. I wondered if she would ever tell in adulthood what she had done to me in her youth. She certainly was proud of her achievements at the moment, but would they become less of an attraction and more of a burden as time passed. As she turned the page of the magazine she looked at me and smiled and then said, 'as you appear to have nothing to do at the moment you can take my shoes off and kiss and lick my feet, it will be good practice for when Martin arrives'. She giggled and then watched as I pulled the unlaced trainers from her bare feet. I lowered my head and started to kiss them. Although not dirty they smelt cheesy probably caused by her wearing trainers without socks. I heard the pages of the magazine being flicked over. She sat reading as I kissed her feet, her feelings I am sure that this was just normal having her slave kneeling at her feet, his lips kissing her furthest extremity. 'Lick between my toes' she ordered, her tone sarcastic as she looked down at me, her sissy step daddy attired I his little girl clothing totally subservient with no option of being any other way. I held her foot and licked between her toes. She giggled and said that it tickled. This did not mean that she wanted me to stop, and I was not allowed to until my tongue had been between them. Her laughter attracted her cousins and they sat down watching. They wanted the same and demanded that I did the same to them. Emily's feet were not pleasant but Kylie and Britany's were dirty and really smelly. They made me lick and suck them, laughing and giggling with Emily who appeared to have forgiven Britany for upstaging her earlier. 'Go and get Emily's riding boots, hurry up Lucy get them now' ordered Kylie as I finished tongue cleaning her feet. I ran to the cupboard were they were kept and returned with them. I stood holding them as she pulled her jeans up to her knees and then told me to put the boots on her feet. They were a bit tight for her and she had to force her feet into them. She looked at the mantel clock, it was 10.37am. 'I am going to wear these for the rest of the day and as they are rubber my feet are going to get REALLY nasty, and tonight you will take them off and lick my feet again'. She laughed as did the others. 'Well I'm not going to be in the room' said Britany, 'when she wears her ones at home just for a couple of hours to go to the stable with socks on, her feet stink. 'We won't have to be, but sissy Lucy will and her little nose will be right up close to them' said Emily. Kylie pulled her jeans down so that now only the uppers of the boots showed. My head bowed I remained kneeling, wanting to cry but resisting, knowing that would just bring more derision. The doorbell rang, 'That will be Martin, go and let your boyfriend in step daddy'. I stood and started to walk from the room. Emily called me and said 'Take him straight to your room, you will let him go home at 4.00pm and until then you had better entertain him well, do you hear'. I nodded and continued to the door and opened it. He stood on the step smiling. His face was dirty as was his clothes, the same clothes that he had been wearing last night. I returned his smile, not through wanting to of affection but because I had no other choice. I asked him in and made straight for the stairs. He followed me as I walked up them, growing fear in my stomach and disgust at what I was going to have to do. We entered my bedroom and he looked embarrassed. I sat on the bed and he joined me, sitting leaving a gap between us. I looked around the room trying to see were Emily had put the video camera. Nothing seemed out of place but I knew that hidden somewhere was the device that was going to record my latest humiliation. Martin smiled and moved closer. 'Your mum is real cool letting me come here, does she know that we are in your bedroom'. I smiled and just said yes. 'What are we gonna do' he said. I knew that our every move was being recorded and I had to act in the way that Emily wanted ...or else. I hated to think what the repercussions would be. 'Why don't you kiss me' I said blushing. He grinned showing his teeth and moved over towards me, my stomach was churning as his arms went around me. I wanted to push him away, wanted to run. His lips touched mine and immediately his tongue started to push between my lips. In case he stopped I didn't resist, I could not afford to let the video record me not leading the way. His tongue like last night explored my mouth. I started to pull his tee shirt up and our lips broke just long enough for it to pass over his head. As soon as it was discarded I felt his hand pulling my tee up and soon we were both bare from the waist up. He still kissed me, but now his hands cupped my breasts, the roughness of his hands giving me goose bumps. Our lips parted and I took his right hand. He still teased and played with my breasts with his left hand, alternating between them. I lifted his hand towards my mouth, I wanting to gag as I saw the chewed nails and the dirty digits that Emily had insisted that I must suck. Slowly I opened my mouth and inserted his two biggest fingers in closing my eyes as I did. My lips closed around them and I started to suck tasting them. My nipples were hard and I felt strange. I let go of his fingers after several minutes and started to kiss him again and then lick his face. Down his face my tongue went to his neck. We were now lying on the bed, he had his arms at his sides enjoying what was happening. I am sure that he couldn't believe that here he was being ravished by this girl. I kissed and licked his bare chest, then his arms, lifting the limbs so that I could lick into his pit. He was breathing heavily as I licked down his belly and undid his jean and then slipped them and his pants down his legs. Again I kissed and licked down his legs to his feet and then back up again to his groin. My tongue bathed his under his testicles and further licking into the crack of his bottom. He was nearly screaming with pleasure as at last I licked up his cock and took it in my mouth. I was now kneeling on the floor by the bed, my head bobbing up and down on him sucking hard. He groaned as he ejaculated into my mouth, I swallowed not wanting to be seen spitting it out on the video. He lay naked on the bed with me beside me him, his arm around me and gently squeezing my nipples. He wanted to remove my skirt and panties. I told him no and he didn't argue. The clock on the wall said 3.40pm. We had come up to my room about 1.00pm and the time had flown. I left him for a short while I went to the toilet returning to sit on the bed with him again. He kissed me again and for the first time in what seemed a long time I felt affection. I slid down the bed a once again took his penis in my mouth, this time doing it because I wanted to. He lay on his side as I sucked him wanting to taste him again. I wanted to have a female slit between my legs, wanted to have him inside me. My eyes filled with tears knowing that could never happen. It was nearly time to go and we both put on our clothes. We stood by the bedroom door and kissed again before we went downstairs. I was about to show him out when Emily came out of the lounge. 'Hello, why don't you come in here for a while' she said. I blushed not wanting to enter the room but knew that defying her was not an option. Kylie and Britany were already in the room lounging on the settee and Emily joined them. Martin sat on one of the chairs and I sat on the other. 'So Martin have you had a good time this afternoon with Lucy' said Emily in a pretend caring voice. He appeared nervous but said, 'Oh yes, we have had fun'. 'So you enjoy playing with my step daddy' she said looking at me, my mouth open my eyes going from her to him and back. He laughed nervously and then said 'What do you mean your step daddy, that Lucy, she's a little girl'. The three girls on the settee laughed at this and Emily spoke again, 'No he's not, we have made him look and sound like a little girl but he is really my step daddy that's why he wouldn't let you into his panties because he still has his little willy even though it doesn't work any more. I sat speechless, helpless as they exposed me to the boy. Initially he didn't believe her but with more verbal coaxing from the other two as well he face reddened. He looked at me and screamed 'You faggot'. He then leapt at me grabbing me by my hair and dragged me off the chair and onto the floor. He pinned me to the floor by sitting on my chest and holding my arms down. 'You fucking faggot'. I looked up at him as Emily spoke again. 'Martin you can't talk really can you'. The boy looked at her quizzically. She pressed the button on the remote and the screen on the TV came alive. She fast-forwarded until she came to the part that she wanted to show him. I was just getting off the bed and leaving the room. It must have been when I went to the toilet. The video showed Martin sitting naked on the bed. He got up and went to my dresser and opened one of the drawers. 'Please stop the video' Martin pleaded and got off me and went to Emily to try and stop her playing the film. Kylie and Britany grabbed him and held him to the floor. He screamed to be released. All eyes in the room returned to the TV. Martin pulled a pair of my panties from the drawer and looked at them. Turning to look at the door furtively he slipped the panties on and looked at his self in the mirror. At this point he must have heard me coming and quickly pulled the panties off but instead of putting them back in the drawer he slipped them into the pocket of his jeans and sat down on the bed just as I re-entered the room. Kylie forcefully searched his pockets and laughed loudly as pulled the panties out. 'So Martin, or should I say Martina you like wearing panties like step daddy'. 'No...er...no...I've got to go, let go of me'. He struggled but the girls had a strong grip on him. 'I don't think so, you like panties and I think that you should dress up in one of little Lucy's dresses'. 'No...no...no... I won't' he screamed. 'Oh yes you will' said Britany giggling. The three of them grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs. I followed meekly as they pulled him into my room. He was helpless as they stripped him and pulled the panties that he had taken from my drawer on him. He pleaded with them as a dress, tights and buckle on shoes followed this. He started to cry and this made it worse for him as they called him crybaby. Britany slapped his legs and told him that she would do it harder if he didn't behave. They sat him at the dresser and put a small amount of makeup on him and even though his hair was not that long they managed to put pink ribbons in it. Now dressed as a little girl he was told to stand next to me. Emily got her camera and took countless pictures of us standing together, holding hands and kissing each other. He tried to complain but just received another slap for his pains. I knew that trying to resist was pointless. Kylie and Britany kept us standing there while Emily went and printed the photographs via her computer. She returned to the room and showed them to her cousins. They both laughed loudly. I felt so sorry for the blushing boy who was now trapped by the evil girls. 'So Martina, unless you do as you are told these pictures will find there way onto your school website and also plastered around town'. I was Emily that had said this. The boy pleaded with her to tear them up, she just laughed at him. His eyes were red from crying and dressed as he was he did look like a little girl. 'They look like sisters don't' they giggled Kylie. 'No one would know that they were both male' said Britany. 'Even better we have two sissies now to play with' stated Emily. She walked to the boy and told him that he was going to phone home and speak to his dad and tell him that he was going to stay the night at friends. He pleaded with her, she just laughed and threatened to drop copies of the pictures through his home letterbox unless he did as he was told. Emily knew that the boy's mother had died several years before and now he lived alone with his dad who worked long hours and spent most of his free time drinking in the pub. Quite often Martin spent days and days on his own. I felt even more sorry for him when I heard this. By meeting and dancing with him the night before I had condemned him to more misery. Now the girls had him trapped they were not going to let go easily. They led us downstairs to the phone in the hallway. Nervously the boy picked up the telephone and dialled his dad's work number. The girls gave him threatening looks as he told his father that he was staying at friends for the night. He replaced the phone on the cradle. The smug look of triumph on the girl's faces made me feel sick. He was now snared and they were going to use him to enhance my humiliation I was sure of that. Maggie and Marie were still out and the girls took us into the lounge and told us to sit on the floor cross-legged and suck our thumbs. They sat on the couch and looked at us. I glanced at Martin and saw the teary look in his eyes. He no longer looked like a boy. 'Lucy kneel in front of me and pull these boots off' ordered Kylie. Britany and Emily left the room returning giggling with handkerchiefs held over their noses. Kylie pulled up the legs of her jeans and I pulled the tight fitting boots from her feet. I gagged at the odour that hit me. Her sister and Emily walked to the other side of the room, the handkerchief not keeping the smell from them at close range. 'OK sissy, lift my right foot and start kissing and licking it ordered the girl'. I looked up and saw her face. I knew that refusing was not an option that she would tolerate. As I lifted her foot the smell got stronger and I tried to hold my breath. 'Lick the sole of my foot first' demanded the girl. As my tongue touched her and the smell and taste of her filled my mouth and nose I could hear them giggling and saying to Martin that he was going to do the left foot. He protested but I knew from experience that it was futile for him to resist. I licked her sole, upper, heel and finished with her toes. It was Martin's turn, or Martina as they addressed him. He tried to resist but Britany sadistically slapped his legs and made him cry. He sobbed as he licked Kylie's right foot. Maggie and Marie returned home while he was doing this. Emily explained what had happened and they both laughed, showing no compassion for the boy dressed as a girl that was being made to lick Kylie's sweaty feet. I noticed Emily whisper something to Maggie, who laughed and then replied. 'Your right, I saw that in the catalogue at Sadie's, I'll ring her to see if she has one'. She smiled at me and walked into the hallway. I heard her lift the receiver and dial out. Although I could not understand what she said I knew that she was speaking with Sadie. I heard the last part just before she hung up 'OK Sadie, I will come over and pick them up, I'll see you soon'. Maggie returned to the room and whispered to Emily whose eyes lit up with obvious joy. Maggie picked up her car keys and left. Emily waited until Kylie was satisfied that Martin had licked her feet sufficiently before calling her and Britany over. They huddled together whispering and occasionally looking over smiling at Martin and I. It was clear that Maggie was going to collect something from Sadie that was not going to be nice for Martin and myself. Still dressed as girls the pair of us were seated at the table with our hands tied behind our backs. Emily put in front us bowls of what looked like cereal mixed with milk, ketchup salt and French mustard. They spoon-fed us, as they dribbled spit into the bowl. Martin tried to keep his mouth shut but a slap on the face from Emily soon had him swallowing the mix. Shortly after we had finished being fed the horrible mixture Maggie returned. In her hands I saw an item that resembled the sleep suit, the major difference being that it was larger. Emily took hold of the garment and giggled. She looked at her cousins and winked and then said, 'It's late, I think it's time that we got these little girls to bed don't you'. They agreed and our hands were untied and we were led upstairs and into my room. Marin was starting to find that it was less painful not to object. We were stripped and for the first time Martin saw the rubber pants that I wore. We were to told to lay on the floor to have our nappies put on. He made a run for the door but was easily overpowered and held down as Emily put it on him. He sobbed as he pulled up the plastic pants to cover it. Now that we were both attired in the baby wear Emily laid the garment that Maggie had got from Sadie on the bed. She looked at me and told me to get into it. This sleep suit was the same as the one that I had been incarcerated before except that it was larger and had two sets of loops to hold arms on each side. I got into it my legs sliding down into the legs of the garment and my arms into the lower set of loops. I lay there passively as the girls grabbed the frightened struggling boy and pushed him into the sleep suit on top of me. His wet eyes and sweaty face was level with mine as his legs were pushed into the suit and his arms into loops. I could see the gleeful face of Emily as she zipped up the sleep suit, up Martins back pulling us together face to face trapping us together in the rubber lined baby suit. 'So girls, how does it feel to be so close, it's lucky you seemed to get to so well together'. The three of them stood above us their faces a picture of joy. I could see the mocking looks past Martins head. 'Well goodnight, we will see you in the morning and you sissy Martina will help sissy Lucy with the housework, and remember that it is Lucy that has got you into this, so she is to blame'. They exited the room but the laughter and giggling lasted ages. I looked at the boy's eyes. His look had turned from sorry for himself to venom. 'You faggot' he spat at me. 'Because of you I am wearing a nappy and plastic pants and have had to wear a dress this afternoon'. I could not think of anything to say. I tried to move to get more comfortable. 'Keep still' he said aggressively. 'It's your fault that we are in here so keep still and do as you are told'. I looked up at him suddenly wary of him. It was going to be a long night. I was hot and sweaty. Martin was heavy and his weight lay directly on top of me. He was holding his head up and I could see trickles of sweat running down his face. 'I need to piss' he said 'and I don't want to do it in this bloody thing' meaning the nappy. I to needed to urinate and knew that it wouldn't be long before I did. I was holding on tight but the combination of his weight and the need to go defeated me and the slow trickle into the padding between my legs turned into a gush. He moved, adjusting the way he lay. Then he spoke again, 'They have really made you look and sound like a little girl, how old are you really'. I told him and explained what Emily had done to me. 'So because she didn't like you she has done this to you, but why has she done it to me'. I couldn't explain and the he said, 'maybe if I am nasty to you like them they will stop being horrible to me'. I some how doubted that would happen but he was going to try it there was no doubt. The night passed slowly for me but he seemed to sleep easily his face resting on mine, our sweated bodies sticking together. I dosed for short periods and was glad to see the morning daylight through the window. When the girls came into the room we were both awake. Martin tried to crane his neck around to see them. He spoke 'how about letting me join your little group then I can treat your step daddy like a real sissy if you know what I mean'. Kylie said, 'No way' but Emily interrupted her and said 'That would be fun seeing step daddy played with, but for the time being you will still be Martine, do you understand, and if you please me I will let you wear boys clothes and tear up the photographs'. The boy looked at me smiling and said 'OK sissy, get prepared to be treated like shit'. He laughed as did the girls. I just looked up knowing that things were going to get worse. Britany undid the zip and Martin slid up pulling his arms from the loops. I could see that his nappy was wet and it was sagging between his legs only stopped from falling down by the plastic pants. He stood by the bed looking down at me and appeared to get great satisfaction from zipping up the sleep suit so that once again only my head was visible. Because the suit was designed for two Martin was given two belts that he put around me just below my shoulders and at waist holding me tight. 'Martina, why don't you let sissy have a close look at your nappy' said Emily. Only to happy to comply with her request the smiling boy got onto the bed and sat on my chest, his legs either side of my head, the front of his plastic pants against my face. He lifted slightly and started to pull the pants down. He got them completely off and then rubbed the damp padding of the front of the nappy against my face. The warm wet padding smelt strongly and made me shudder as the smell invaded my nostrils. 'Can you smell my piss sissy' he said as he moved so that the wet item he wore was right on my face. 'Answer me, can you smell my piss sissy'. From under the mess I replied yes. I could hear the girls laughing and then Britany said, 'I think you were right Emily, he will be a good addition and he is so crude'. They giggled. He moved back slightly and then said, 'You wanted to get into my pants yesterday, let's see how you like getting into these ones'. With that he opened the plastic pants that he had been wearing and pulled them over my face. I gasped in a breath of air as he used both hands to pull them tight against me face. Through the cloudy plastic I could see the distorted picture of his face. Even though I was holding my breath I could smell and taste the plastic, the odour of which was tainted by urine. I needed to breath and started to struggle but his weight on me and the strength in his hands held me down. I had to breathe and I opened my mouth. The plastic sealed tight against both my nose and mouth and panic hit me. I could see him laughing, I could hear the girls laughing, and I was going to die, suffocated with the plastic pants. As I thought my end had come he pulled them from my face. I drew in large gasps of air. 'So sissy, do you now get the idea the girls are in charge of you and I will amuse them with what I will do to you, if you thought that they were bad you were wrong, I am really bad'. The girls laughed as they watched and listened to him. The girls said that he had done well but they were still going to put him in girl's clothes today. It was obvious that he didn't like it but submitted to them rather than upset them. He pulled on the panties that they gave him followed by a short yellow dress, white tights and flat shoes. He blushed noticeably as they said how pretty he looked. Emily stood by the bed smiling at me and said, 'First there was one, then three and now four and we are all here to make your life a misery step daddy and I know that Martina will so enjoy having you to play with as much as we do'. The boy joined Emily beside the bed looked down at himself attired in girls clothes and then me and said 'It's your fault that I am dressed like this and sissy are you gonna suffer for it'. As if to prove the pint he picked up the plastic pants that he had been wearing over his nappy and looked at them smiling. He stretched the elasticated leg, opening it and then pulled it over my head and turned the pants so that now my face was were his nappy covered bottom had been only a while ago. The leg opening fitted tightly around my neck. 'I always said he had a face like an arse' said Britany giggling along with the others. As I breathed the waterproof material that was damp after retaining Martins nappy for the night clung to my face. Although in no fear of suffocating the clammy smelly pants were very uncomfortable on my face. They all left the room to go and have breakfast leaving me still secured in the oversized sleep suit. Emily now had another helper in her game. This time someone that considered that I had assisted in trapping him. Nothing was further from the truth but with the addition of Martin the odds that were stacked against me were insurmountable. Each time I moved my head the crackle of the plastic material reminded me of exactly what clouded my vision. Some time later the door opened and I saw the misty figure of Martin enter the room only recognisable by the colour of the dress that he wore. He came to the bed and sat on it and then pulled the pants from my head. 'Martin please believe me' I started but my talk stopped as he slapped my face. 'Don't talk unless I tell you to Lucy' he ordered. I nodded. He got on the bed and sat astride my face, the bulge in his panties giving away the feelings he felt. I was looking up at him from between his legs, his panty clad crotch lying on my mouth. He had not washed since removing the nappy and smelt strongly of urine. 'Emily, Kylie and Britany have gone out and they have said that you are mine to play with until they get back and I intend to use your sissy mouth'. He lifted slightly and lowered his panties and tights exposing his penis and testicles. He laughed and said ' see these sissy they are balls, I understand that haven't got any now' again he laughed and said, 'Lick them'. My tongue extended a touched them. 'Come on sissy, lick them and lick my cock'. He moved so that his sex organs were on my face and I licked them, tasting the salty and sour taste. He put both hands behind my head and pulled it up so that his penis was against my lips. 'Open up and suck sissy' he demanded. My lips parted and he slid into my mouth and demanded that I suck. This was so different to yesterday as he held my head and forced me to suck. In less than a minute his cum flooded my mouth, 'Swallow' he said. Although still in my mouth his penis started to soften. 'I need to piss and I can't be bothered to go to the toilet so I'll do it in your mouth' he stated a giggle in his mouth. He was still holding my head. I felt the warm stream start flooding into my mouth and swallowed, gulping down his wastewater. He laughed and said, 'that makes your mouth the same as a nappy, a piss receiver, I think the girls would be happy that I did that to you'. I knew that they would. They would be amused at the humiliation that I suffered at the hands of the boy. 'Now you can lick my smelly arse' he demanded and sat over my face, his hands spreading his bottom cheeks firstly so that I could rub my nose into his crack and also so that I could lick him. The smell and taste was dreadful but he was now in charge of me and not prepared to accept anything less that total submission. He knew that he would have to submit to the girls and was going to make sure that I had to do as he wanted as well as what they wanted. He kept me secured in the sleep suit for the remainder of the morning using my mouth to cum and urinate in several more times. He told me that he had several more things that he intended to do to me but was going to wait, going to show the girls what a little bitch he could be. End of part 12