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Madhouse Chapter 3
I came to with my ass being violated. Jason was screwing something down
there that was stretching me. There was nothing in me, but I was being
opened and stretched and it hurt, but not as much as my breasts. They
were on fire.
I looked down and saw two hooks and wires coming out of my chest, one
for each breast. I turned my head.
Mistress Janice, my wife and Mistress Julie, my sister, looked sated,
dreamy even. I wondered for a moment if they were on drugs. Each of
them were lacing a boot. A gleaming turquoise, ballet heeled, thigh
high boot. The stiletto on each was nine inches, and the point of the
toe was sharp and padded. I blanched. Those, I thought, can't be for
me! But they are, my mind told me, they are. All for you.
I looked at Steve but he wasn't looking at anything. The day was, by
sun sight, only closing on noon, and I could see he wasn't going
golfing. Not today. He'd switched from beer to the whiskey at the bar.
With not much ice. It showed.
I wanted to tell him. I wanted to ask him to get me out of this. Now!
Before it was too late. Because I could feel that, as Jason turned a
knob that spread my pussy wider, too late was coming too soon. I
thought, maybe if I sissy for him in another room and do a good blow
job, now that I'm clean, he would listen if I explained about how my
wife had flipped and my sister had turned her. Maybe now.
Then I mumbled into the gag. And realized it was too late. There was no
way to explain myself. Too late was a long time ago. Too late was after
the first set of panties in front of Master Jason. Too late was this
morning when I had sucked. It was then, that was my last chance.
Now it was too late.
Suddenly, Ms Julie, my wife, came over and removed the gag, lock and
all. Kindly, and for this moment, her eyes were kind, lucid almost. I
felt the cock slide out of me. It'd only been for a couple of hours,
and though my mouth wasn't sore ? I was used to the leather cockplug,
it was nice to be out of it.
I didn't say anything, but my eyes said thank you. At that moment, I
think her eyes almost read this.
She unlocked the chastity belt and my penis, full of drugs and denial,
sprang to attention. It was rock hard. I looked down and noticed that
it wasn't as big as it used to be. That had to be the drugs. It could
come back. Maybe.
With the corset, my once six pack abs had softened. With the heels, my
muscles were slimming off and tightening to be more fem. My once strong
muscular arms hadn't picked up anything heavier that a cock, a duster,
or, once a glass, and they were getting weaker by the day.
My weight had dropped dramatically, in the last thirty days. From a
muscular 150 to now, 118. And now I saw that my cock had shrunk too. It
would take a lot of work. Some day.
"You perverted little slut," my wife said dreamily, pulling on a latex
glove. "Make some sissy juice." She sat on my face and poured KY on my
cock. I began to lick her as required and now knowing what she was
doing, I put effort into it.
She began to stroke me and hump my face. And I could hear her saying
last time, last time, even as she stroked my sore blue balled sissy
cock.
"Last time."
Jason ratcheted my ass wider with his speculum.
And I began to spurt, huge ridges of come, so much contained for so
long. I howled into my wife's pussy as I licked her new come.
My wife and sister captured almost all of my come in a glass. Some had
shot far and high.
"Oh god, baby, that was good!" I exclaimed, being sorry even as I said
it.
Ms. Janice slapped me. Ms Julie shook her head and fed me some of the
come that was dripping off the ceiling. Jason clicked my ass more open
and it was beginning to really hurt. Steve drank more whiskey.
But oh, that was a come. Oh, I exploded. And oh, to be milked, I was
sissy and sissy and but I had come! I don't want to be sissy! I don't!
But it wasn't that simple.
As the glorious experience of orgasm left me, my predicament dawned
closer and I felt desperate. The lack of coming, with all the Viagra
and hormones coursing through me, the general lack of food, my sissy
drink dish filled only with old English 800 ale, had slogged my brain.
It wasn't just that it was too late to go back. I could feel that they
were going to go to a new level, led charismatically by the evil Jason.
As adrenaline tried to surge through me, I darted my eyes around to the
characters in this play. I think Janice and Julie really were on drugs
of some sort and maybe not even totally aware of it. And Steve had
changed too. Normally, he would have put a stop to this, perhaps even
to go to blows with Jason. Now he just seemed listless, going along
with this in slow motion. Perhaps it's because he felt that's what
everyone else in the room wanted.
Because we were all definitely going way too far and from this, as
least, there would be no coming back. And in a moment of startling
clarity, I think no one was aware of this but Jason and me. But Jason
didn't care. It was his intent. He was the puppet master. And he was
creating the mad house.
From his huge secret treasure chest, he produced two huge false
breasts. They looked life like and wobbly and very heavy. I couldn't
begin to guess the size of those flesh toned mammaries, but that had to
be larger than D, DD, or even E. The aereola was the size of a fifty
cent piece and the nipples stood out rock solid by an inch. Fantasy
tits, I thought, but I didn't want to wear them. It didn't matter.
"Ladies, this is a two person job," Jason announced as he reached under
the OB chair I was reclined on, and widened the speculum again. That
was really beginning to hurt and my sphincter was spasming
continuously. "Please apply the glue, and fasten them. They will look
lovely. Inside is a bar to which you hook the pervert's tit wires."
"Oh, Jason," my wife said slowly. "You're brilliant!"
Janice moved over to the other side of me, "the slut will be proud of
these. Too proud by half. I would have thought you were going to keep
her sissy flat."
"No," Jason reasoned, "the skank needs the weight to remind her to show
off." He cackled wildly, a weird laugh of a man who has a plan, but not
a reason. My eyes darting around, I could tell that it jarred the room.
"There is so much more."
His eyes shifted. He could feel the effects of that laugh and he
gathered in on himself. "Steve, make a drink for all of us. Vodka
martinis on the house. Use the Stolli."
I felt pain when they pulled the wire hooks into the huge tits, but it
was deep, and lessened some when expertly, they glued my breasts on. I
hissed a moan, but all I got was smiles from the two ladies and Jason,
who had a feral look in his eyes.
"Hold them for about five minutes, dears," Jason advised, accepting but
not drinking his drink. "Then they are slut tits for the foreseeable
future." He reached into the treasure chest again.
My eyes darted around. I daren't make a sound. I'd been trained for
thirty days not to complain. I had no heroes here. And there was a
strange aura around, almost mesmerizing.
What Jason brought out next started me to tremble. Minutely still, but
this was going farther than I had imagined.
There was a gallon sized paint can that said liquid latex, and then a
piled heap of latex clothes that I would find out was a full body latex
suit with gloves, feet and hood. He also brought out two sets of
Playtex yellow gloves.
He looked at me and realized I had clarity and was onto him, and I was
about to talk out of turn, make a warning even, break the spell. In a
single, swift motion, he was at my head, cramming the penis plug back
in, strapping it in the back before I could determine whether to say
anything or not. He glared at me. "Quiet as a mouse, pervert. Be your
naturally submissive self, and I promise you that this will be good for
you."
He was lying. I knew he was lying, and he knew that as well, but he had
moved faster than me, and now there was nothing I could do. I think he
also knew that even if I had said anything at this point, it wouldn't
matter. The others were drinking their martinis. What's in them, I
wondered.
"Lovely Janice, lovely Jackie, it's time to get our pervert prepared to
be dressed, so this is the coup de main. The pervert's breasts are
permanent now. Or close enough."
They let go of them, and suddenly I felt pain again as the breasts
pulled away from me of their own weight, against the wires. I hissed a
moan as I listened to Jason instruct the ladies on what was next.
He bade them to don the Playtex gloves, as he pulled my legs high, and
then apply a liberal coating of liquid latex on my toes, feet, ankles,
calves, knees, and thighs. He said to make sure to cover the toes well.
Thickly.
They were compliant and willing, and, Jackie said once again how
brilliant Jason was. I felt them coating me, with a clear goop that had
the consistency of peanut butter and the smoothness of KY jelly or even
come. They covered every toe, the balls of my feet, and worked their
way up. To be honest, despite the pain in my breasts, it felt good. It
was like getting a foot massage.
Jason came over with the latex suit. It was clear latex, and menacing.
It looked thick and heavy. It was powdered on the outside, but the
inside looked as lubricated as a womb. Before he put the first sock on
my foot, he did something, that my new found fear made clarity told me
volumes. I saw something that gave me hope.
With both hands, he slapped Jackie and Julie on the behind. Hard, and
said, "my saucies know how to make a perverted little slut. Don't get
jealous now."
They both laughed. Jackie wiggled her ass for another slap. Janice said
oh Master, why be one when you can make one, and giggled. But their
eyes didn't smile. They met, and inperceptably, their eyes nodded. And
even now, dulled by whatever had been dulling them, I saw fire. A
dreadful hatred burning in them, and I realized something more.
As the liquid latex slowly covered my shaved penis and balls, and over
my tummy, with Jason just behind with the suit, I realized I was the
guinea pig. It wasn't about me anymore. They hadn't known how to
degrade a male before. They hadn't known all the tricks and kinks.
Jason was showing them, with me as the pig.
They were going to learn, and I felt, in that moment, that they were
going to do unto Jason, what had been done unto me. Because Jason
hadn't just known how to degrade me, he was degrading them. I felt hope
then, until I felt a new fear, as Jason brought out more toys. His toy
box was never ending, it seemed.
He started out with a metal tube, I guess it was a chastity tube, but
it was fat on the sides and flattened. It was small, only three inches
long. A thin tube exited it. On either side, a red ribbon trailed from
a tiny hole. He inserted one of the tubes into my penis, and even as I
looked at him, and rolled my head, I knew I was being cathetered. He
simply nodded, looking oddly vacant. Then he slowly closed the two
sides together, like the lid on a coffin. For once he was patient,
making sure my entire flaccid penis, all rubber coated was in, pushing
here and there. Slowly, slowly, always pushing, he captured me in that
tiny metal cage. It reached all the way to the base of me.
Then he brought out the butt plug. It was huge, and now I knew why he
had been using the speculum. Its flange was six inches wide, and
narrowed to a simply huge fat four inches. It was seven inches long,
with only a slight taper. And I saw, briefly, two holes in it, a large
one at its tip, and a smaller one on the side.
He started to cackle, but stopped himself. I looked to the others, and
all were spellbound, amazed or distressed.
Jason composed himself, "What goes in, will not be coming out. This is
so fat as to make you pigeon toes. But slut, this is what you need." He
actually said it kindly. "Another Stolli's Steve, my good friend."
And then he got down, and placed in my ass, retracted the speculum, and
crammed it into me. Hard!
I shuddered in my restraints, and whispered a moan. Again. It was huge
and violating and even I knew the science of this. I'd been spread to
take it, with the help of the speculum, but to withdraw six inches of
fat plug out of an ass that is used to only four, only in a relative
way, is not possible. Particularly since this plug had a huge flange.
There would be no help from a speculum. Jason was going for permanent.
Jason tied the ribbons to the tiny hooks on my plug tightly, looking
pleased. My tiny chastity belt was now pushed very flat on my tummy.
The ribbons actually wanted to pull my plug out, but of course it
wasn't going anywhere.
The drinks came. They drank. Jason set his aside, again. He went over
to the fridge and found himself a beer. No one noticed.
"Saucies, continue, let's finish getting him ready to dress." And he
spanked them again!
Jackie and Janice continued to lather the thick liquid latex over me,
after Steve stood me up. My arches hurt like crazy, and I tottered on
the balls of my toes, whimpering silently. I think I might have cried a
bit.
Jason took the tube from my chastity and I noticed that it was measured
perfectly. He put it into the plug, very deep. Then he dabbed on some
super glue.
He pulled the suit over my hips. Now he put on a Playtex glove and
fumbled around.
I had noticed that the clear latex suit was skin tight, but sliding it
over my hips required a lot of touches from Jason, and he wasn't
pleased by it.
"How will he pee," grumbled Janice, as she liquid rubbered my shoulder.
Silence.
"What did you say, saucie?" Jason's voice had gotten an edge to it.
"Did you say "he"? Do you see a "he" in this latex?" Then his voice
softened. "It's all taken care of. If he pees, he gives himself an
enema."
"That's sooooo gross," whispered Julie, as she latexed my fingers.
In a flash, Jason had Julies jaw in his hand. "Missy, I run the show
here. I run the show here." Then he softened. "Trust me on this, honey.
The little pervert will be fine."
He looked at me. His eyes went violent, his mouth feral. "You love all
this attention, don't you, you perverted little slut. You want this."
With those eyes, Jason could kill me. I nodded vigorously. I even said,
"ah oo, ah he."
He beamed. "See, it's all good. I have a release here, so he can let go
anytime, but this is a difficult suit for our slut. We want him to
smell clean." He smiled, but looked doubtful.
So he hit me.
I did a curtsey, as best as I could and smiled with a lie in my eyes,
though he didn't see it. He smiled.
Janice and Jackie were obviously afraid, kind of freaked out. Steve was
sitting on the floor drinking the obviously laced Stolli's straight out
the bottle. He was in a stupor, but there was something in the bottle
that made Steve's bulge under the shorts stood straight out.
The ladies covered my head in liquid latex, and then my face.
Jason zipped me up, and I realized many things. For some reason, the
slipperiness felt almost good. Hot, constricting, and terrifying. But
the feelings on my legs and arms felt?interesting. If this was a game,
it could be?interesting. But it wasn't a game.
I realized that I was hot. I was sweating, but I don't know where it
was going, if even it was. If this kept up, I'd be a walking lake.
With everything tight around me, I realized that I both felt safe and
claustrophobic. A thought past briefly of playing golf in the sun with
shorts and a tank top. And to break the rules, and play barefooted
walking on the grass.
And I realized I hated this hood. It was tight, with a wide mouth
opening and wide around the eyes, but the skull and neck and ears?..It
was tight, and it was connected.
And we weren't finished yet.
He connected a short exit tube to my plug and tucked it.
Now out of the toy box, Jason found a replica of my rubber suit in
flesh toned spandex. Except it had no hood. It stopped at the neck.
Jason threw it at me. "You're free now, you put it on."
This wasn't exactly true. Julie, on Jason's orders, had unleashed me,
but I felt very far from free.
Even though the clear latex suit was powdered, it was still a chore to
put this on.
I had to tug here and there, and with my slick fingers under latex, it
was hard for me to find purchase. It was Steve who came over to help
me.
After about ten minutes we were done. Steve was clumsy and drunk, and
said dumb things, but he was helpful.
Julie and Jackie, during the respite, had finished their drink, and
though I think I had seen a look of guilt, were wrestling each other in
the bed, laughing, maybe forcefully, or maybe acting. Or maybe one has
led to the other, because after whispers, they were muff diving again.
Jason looked relaxed again. Or at least more so. But there was now a
different look on him. Need. He glanced at Julie and Jackie, but he
gazed at me, at my body.
My sister and my wife moaned together, ready to climax together. He cut
them off. "Let's play when the chores are done!"
They stopped.
Jason gave orders then. "Julie, you do the boots, Janice, the gloves,
Steve the corset, and make it very tight. I'll do the hood."
And then he brought out more toys.
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