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FOREWORD: The author wishes to make it crystal clear that he actively condemns real-life paedophilia. At what age it can be definitely classed as that, is for lawmakers and judges to decide. UK law is clear but not always a realistic guide. For reasons of shame or guilt many gay or trans youngsters have found that casual sex with much older adults was the only discreet way of exploring their own sexuality, before they felt ready to step into the more familiar minefield of emotional relationships with people nearer their own age. An age-limit there must undoubtedly be, and obviously for the protection of vulnerable young teenagers it has to be rather a blunt tool. But many adults (and not all of them 'retro-fantasisers'!) have told me they were co-erced by no-one at 13 and 14, 11 in the case of one friend, into acts which the adults with them could clearly have been arrested for on grounds of 'paedophilia'. But the men themselves, at least in the stories recounted to me, were certainly guilty of little more than a helping hand or providing a rudimentary sexual 'road-map', not the more universally despised 'predatory paedophilia' the tabloids - so gleefully! - miss no opportunity to describe... My justifications for those parts of the novel where real paedophile urges - of an absolutely unacceptable kind in any context other than fiction - are 'voiced' are A) that I know them to be far more common as fantasies than seems to be recognised officially, from first-hand experience of the men I have served over the years. B) From the age of 12 onwards, as my transvestism took full hold, I repeatedly had them myself, always as the 'victim' of such scenarios and often visualising myself even younger than I was, to increase my 'helplessness' in the fantasy. Indeed my own real-life woodland ramblings as a TV teen were intended to make them come true! The worst thoughts some of my characters express were no worse than the nastiest fate I dreamed of and longed for for myself - at 13 or 14. C) I believe in my personal right to think any thought I choose, however wicked others may find it and even to write it down for other adults to read. I do not believe reading Mein Kampf 20 times could turn me into a Nazi, nor do I believe reading my novel (or any other for that matter) can turn someone into a paedophile... Read on. AMSTERDAM A novel by Suki Slut Chapter 1 I am a transvestite. I started wearing my mother's and sister's things when I was 13. One day when I was 14 I went up to the woods that backed onto our garden. About half a mile from our house I found a quiet spot in the middle of a large clump of rhododendron bushes and stripped off my jacket and jeans. Under them I was wearing stockings, suspenders, bra and panties. The thrill of knowing someone might catch me like that was indescribable. Soon ISoon I was regularly slipping up there. The first time I took some of my mother's high heels and wore them in the wood transformed the excitement I felt. My body seemed to change, pushing out my bottom more, forcing my hips to sway girlishly. The uneven forest ground and the high heels meant that I could only take take small steps. The knowledge that I could not possibly make a run for it, and escape if someone saw me, actually positively encouraged me to leave my discarded boy's clothes and walk around the woods. But I was still so nervous that I couldn't bring myself to actually walk along the paths where I might have been seen. Instead I stayed in the bushes and at the slightest sound I would freeze with terror. And yet I knew I wanted someone to catch me like that. I wanted a man to rape me in fact. So I began to take belts and ties with me. I would find a fallen tree-trunk, tie up my ankles and knees, lay down over it and then tie my wrists as best I could. Lying there with my panties showing under a short skirt of my sister's, knowing that it would take me several minutes to free myself was the most heavenly feeling. If anyone happened to spot me I would be quite helpless, and it would be instantly obvious to them that I was begging for it. What else could they think of a 'girl' in a wood, tied up over a tree-stump with her panties invitingly displayed and waiting to be lowered. At home in the bathroom I had experimented to find out what being raped would feel like. I often pushed things up my bottom while wearing undies. I knew that it hurt, especially if it was done quickly, and yet the strange 'full' sensation in my tummy when my bottom finally gaped around a hairbrush handle or deodorant bottle was ecstasy to me. And if something was stuffed in my mouth as well the twin feelings of helpless openness at each end of my body made me really feel that my body was nothing but a long double-ended cunt-tunnel. Penetrated and gagged like that, it was easy to imagine I was a schoolgirl being abused and raped by stiff greedy cocks. But two things were missing from my 'rape':. I had to move the things in the spaces inside me. A, and I was old enough to know by now that when a man fucked a cunt, mouth or bottom the climax of his pleasure was only reached when his balls tightened and sent jets of hot milky sperm gushing into the person he fucked. My imaginary rapes were always incomplete and unsatisfying because my virgin schoolgirl 'quim' and mouth had not been left soiled and oozy with sperm. I began to hunger for the real thing. One day I was in the bathroom dressed in undies and high heels, my face made up and my hair done in soft girlish curls. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my mouth gagged with some stained panties of my sister. The taste of her vagina on the nylon made my mouth feel more like another cunt to be fucked. The lacy nylon panties I wore were half-wayhalfway down my thighs and my vaselined bottom was poised on the tip of a broom handle. Suddenly I saw a bottle of my mother's face moisturiser on the shelf beside me. It had a 'pump-action' top and the liquid inside the bottle was a greyish-white creamy fluid. I grabbed the bottle and as I sank onto the broom and felt it penetrate deeply into my belly from behind I squirted the cream into my panties and over my stocking-tops. The feeling inside me and the sight of the spunk-like splashes trickling down my thighs made me come instantly with a shatteringly delicious orgasm. I hadn't touched my cock and balls once during the entire session. After that I knew it was only a matter of time before I was fucked by a mana man fucked me. In fact I began to feel guilty that I hadn't been already. I would stare at my crimson lipstick-covered lips and cheeks pink with blusher and whisper obscene dirty commands to myself. "Come on, you dirty little slut-whore, get those panties down this instant! Your mouth and cunt are there for men to ram their cocks into. You are nothing but a little fuck-slut. You should be out somewhere that men can lift your short skirt and bare your cheeky whore's bottom! Your stupid tart's face should be full of a man's cockshaft until he shoots his hot spunk-cream down your throat, bitch!! That is what your lips are for." By the time I was 15' I had realised clearly what I wanted more than anything: to be enslaved by men. The thrills I had managed to give myself until then had palled and become unexciting. I wanted - needed - the thing I had simulated so often to really happen. I wanted men to make me feel so used, soiled and dirtied that I would come to accept that it was my function to be their sexual plaything, their cock-slave - my only function. I wanted to be taken forcibly and gang-raped until I was begging for more and the only thought in my head was to make my body pleasing to them, the only urge I possessed was to feel my flesh squeezing round their cock-shafts. I knew where I had to go. One day I went to the local toilets. What I saw written on the walls sent shivers of nervous anticipation and excitement through the very centre of my body. There were long messages from undie-slaves describing what they wore and what they were prepared to do for 'Masters'. And there were detailed drawings of men fucking boys clad in undies. I knew at once that I must put my name up on the wall and offer myself to be trained as an obedient maid, like the others. I had never thought of it before but now realised that I needed a name, a female identity. I wanted something that no-oneno one else would pick. There were Wendys, Paulas, Jennys, Amandas, Tracys, Julies, Samanthas. All the common - and 'common' names - were there: whores' names. My sister's middle name was Susan, but there were two different Susans, a Sue and a Susie. I wanted my name to sound like what I was for, like sex itself. I liked the 's'; spunk, slut, slit, spurt, squirm, suck...suck. Fuck. I was there to be fucked, there to suck. Suki... ...Suki Slut. Suki Suckslut. Suki Spunkslut. Suki Sexmaid. It was perfect; unusual enough not to find I had a rival by the same name and; rather oriental - , like one of those submissive geisha girls;, like perfect china-dolls, who actually exist for men to use, and whose fragile childlike appearances belie the fact that they are trained to be subservient sex-slaves, and whose slim white bodies may not refuse the kinkiest or most perverted whim of the men they serve. It conveyed precisely what I felt myself to be and how I looked: a schoolgirl whose very innocence was itself part of her provocativeness so that the pleasure of penetrating and spunking into her should be even sharper and sweeter, a girl whose slender young pubescent body existed to provide a juicy tender quimslit and fresh cherry-ripe lips. A child men could abuse and rape like a slut without a qualm or scruple. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely hold the pencil. In a thin spidery scrawl I wrote a message offering to accept the role which the messages scrawled over almost every inch of those toilets suggested was my only permitted one in a toilet. 'Slim pretty 15-year-old undie-slut needs strict Masters to rape her into submission, teach her that her body is their property and train her to be an obedient sex-maidspunk- slut for kinky toilet orgies. Suki.' Though I did still occasionally go for walks in the woods after that to re-experience the frisson of excitement at being a flirt out in the open, I now spent more and more time at the toilets, where I felt even more defenceless and frightened than hiding deep in some bushes. I would go into a cubicle, lock the door, undress and then dress as a girl, all the time hardly daring to breathe I was so quiet. Hearing men so close by, at the urinals and in the cubicles on either side of me, even catching glimpses of them wanking through holes in the partition- walls, and knowing that they only had to look over the top to see me, created whirlwind storms of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Terror churned through my veins as the cold breeze swept up my stockinged legs and round flimsy red nylon-and-lace panties that clung to my bottom. I saw messages under the one I had written and shrank against the back wall with fright at the thought of the men who had written them being the ones on either side of me. "I'll teach you to worship my cock, Suki bitch. Be here at 8 pm next Tuesday and I'll make your bum take all my 8 inches."..." ... ""Report for duty on Sunday at 2-o-clock to begin your training, tart. You'll be on your knees licking my balls and cock, begging me to spunk down your throat, you impudent cheeky bitch!! Then you'll take down your panties for another Master to ram his knob in your quimslit and we'll fill you full of spunk from both ends at once. Sluts like you are only fit for one thing: to be your Masters' cock-slave!!" "... ""This little fucking tease never turned up! Where were you, whore? Be here next Sunday or else!!" "...""Tina, genuine undie-slave, will be here if Suki doesn't turn up, Master. Excellent O & A grades, and all kinky whims obeyed."" I was so close to the moment of my initiation and yet still so far. Notes came under the partition. "Lovely shoes. Let's see your bum, slut. Stand opposite hole.' I grew braver, but still, whenever I felt a shadow above my head, or after a minute or two posing in front of a hole that I knew had a sex-hungry eye glued to it on the other side, I fled terrified. One day a few months after I had first written my message, just before my 16th birthday, I was in the middle cubicle. I was usually shy of going into it since I knew that the hole between it and the one to its left was as large as someone's wrist. But it was the only one free and I dashed into it, avoiding the interested gaze of two men at the urinals. There was a piece of toilet paper stuck over it and I left it there as I changed, trying not to make the smallest sound as I slipped my mother's slinky black high heels on. With shaking fingers I put on eye-shadoweye shadow, cheek blusher and the reddestsome deep crimson lipstick I had found in my sister's make-up box. I ran my fingers through my hair until it stood up in soft wavy curls, thenand then checked my face in the little hand-mirror I always brought. I looked like a girl aged somewhere between 14 and 17. I bent and slipped a leather belt round my ankles and pulled the buckle tight. To my left I saw the gap between the wall on the left and the floor darken. Then there was silence for a few minutes. I heard the men outside whispering. Two stalls away from me I heard a door open, then close, then a soft rhythmic sound and someone panting. The smell of sex was all around me. On the floor at my feet there were several glistening splashes whose cloudy grey colour told me they were sperm-drops from the cocks of previous occupants. I began to feel dreamy and strange in this dimly-litdimly lit temple of male lust, its walls covered in graphic pictures and stories of of the things that had taken place there. I felt like a sacrificial virgin waiting for the priests to drag me to the altar where the crowd would roar with delight as I was stripped, penetrated, and simultaneously felt the High Priest's Cock enter me and saw a gleaming blade flash down and sting my exposed neck. The highest honour - the one all the 'girls' of this secret 'other' world were trained for, but only a select few, the freshest, prettiest and most virginal were chosen for - to die upon the High Priest's cock for the pleasure of the assembled watching crowd. A piece of toilet-papertoilet paper floated under the left-hand wall. "Get on your knees this instant and suck my cock, you teasing little slut! That is an order, bitch." Suddenly the flimsy paper over the hole in the wall was pushed away and a gleaming red stiff knob came through the hole like a snake looking for its prey. As if hypnotised by it I knelt facing it. Very slowly I leaned forwards and with a shock that tingled through every nerve-end in my body, my lips touched the oozing slit in the centre of the knob. It thrust against them as more of the shaft slid through the hole. I seemed to have no strength to resist as . Mmy lips parted and the hot flesh slidthat purple 'thing' slipped into my mouth. The gag that filled my cheeks was no longer an inanimate pair of my sister's soiled panties but the living throbbing flesh of a man's excited sex. The butterflies turned into liquid churning masses of snakes in my tummy as I felt my cheeks glowing scarlet. Now at last I knew - truly knew - what an utter little slut I must be with that overwhelmingly dirty thing crammed tightly in my mouth. Shame raced through me from head to toe like that dirty wall of pyroplastic smoke roiling towards the Pompeiians' humdrum lives. Mine would be almost as transformed by the next few minutes as theirs was that day. The sex motor whirring in my brain for four and a half years was Shame, from the moment of that first act. Now it had just discovered Nitro was much more fun than the almost non-combustible parafin of my woodland nymphet rambles. Shame had afterburners now. It could practically suck up all the oxygen in that toilet so that there seemed no air to breathe, only this enormous angry sex-monster to be obeyed by my meekly- surrendering mouth because... ...because a boy perverted enough to keep turning himself into teenaged girl and then actually flaunting her in a place where she knew men went for sex deserved to be put to the dirtiest possible use. What other use could there be for her? As if I had been doing it all my life - as if it were the thing I had been born to do - my lips began to slide softly up and down upon the warm stiff flesh. My mouth was at last doing what it was meant for. I knew which part of my own little willy was most sensitive and ran my tongue up and down just under the head of this monstrously large thing that made my cheeks swell. I was oblivious to everything except the sensation of my own helpless thralldom. I was terrified of my reaction if the knob suddenly began to erupt spunk into my face, yet I dared not stop. Suddenly the cock slid from my lips and was withdrawn. I stared at the hole, eager for it to reappear and frightened that I had displeased it in some way. The thought became a certainty in my head as I heard the door of that cubicle being unlocked. After a few seconds it closed again and I saw the cock reappear through the hole. But then I realised with a shock that it was a different one! The head was larger, the shaft thicker. Far from displeasing him, I had been offered by him to another man so that he might enjoy me as well! That was a shot in the arm of high grade uncut freshly-smuggled shame. My entire body was trembling like a leaf in a stiff breeze. I couldn't stop it - any more than I could stop my mouth. I began to suck this new cock. I heard doors opening and closing nearby but was too busy to take any notice. The slut was on her knees, doing what she knew she had been made for, what she had known for nearly 2 years that she must do. I heard a soft tap-tap and then, just as suddenly as the first cock had disappeared, the second one was withdrawn. I stayed on my knees, obediently waiting for a third to appear. Instead a piece of paper was pushed through the hole. When I read what was written on it my heart leapt into my throat and I whirled round and gazed at the door of my cubicle. A silent scream of pure despair filled my head; my street clothes had vanished from the door-hook. I looked round and saw that even my shoes had disappeared. The note said: 'Unless you want to walk home dressed like you are now, you are going to obey your orders, you teasing bitch. Write your name and answer these questions: How old are you? Age when you first wore panties? Have you sucked cocks before? Have you been fucked yet? Have you been tied up? Whipped? Other experiences?' I stared at the note blankly, my mind frantically searching for some avenue of escape from this trap. I could think of none though. I scribbled the answers: "Suki. 15. 11. Not before today. No. Sometimes I've tied myself up in --- Woods. No. None.' Then I added 'Please please can I have my other clothes back, Sir.' and slipped it under the wall. A minute or so later another message was returned. 'I know why you're here dressed like a tart, Suki; I've seen the message you wrote, you cheeky little slut. For a girl who's never sucked a cock before today your juicy little mouth wrapped itself round my knob quick enough! You are nothing but a cockteasing little FUCKING fucking WHORE. You Little pansified tartsPansies like you are born to belong to your Masters and it's high time you were properly trained as our submissive undie-slave. I will tap my foot on the floor three times and i. If your door is not unlocked by then you'll be in big troubleI'll leave with your other clothes. You'll have to open it eventually and when you do you'll be made to bend over, your panties taken down and your bare bum whipped until you are begging for mercy. Leave that belt round your ankles. When your door is unlocked, turn and face the back wall and when you hear your door open, lift your skirt.' The shiny black toe-captoecap of a man's shoe appeared under the partition. I stared at it with my heart thumping crazily. Slowly the toe-captoecap raised and then tapped the floor. There was a pause and then it tapped again. Before it raised a third time I reached out and grabbed the door-bolt. I saw the foot lift and began to slide the bolt back. The noise it made seemed like a deafening screech in my ears but the toe stopped, suspended an inch or two off the ground. Suddenly the bolt was free. I stood there with my knees knocking and remembering my instructions,instructions; I turned to face the back wall. I was glad of that since I was sure if I had to watch my door being pushed open I would have fainted to the floor. The hinge of the door creaked and made me jump with fright at the sound. I felt the breeze grow stronger as it blew against my legs through the open doorway. I was acutely conscious that for the first time in my life men's eyes were drinking in the sight of the whole of my scantily- cladscantily clad body, rather than just the small anonymous scrap that had been visible through the holes in the cubicle walls. I stood awkwardly, the toes of my stiletto shoes pointed in. My fingers fumbled to grip the hem of the short black flared skirt of my sister's that I was wearing. Then I began to raise it. I heard a low breathy 'Ooooh!' of pleasure as my stocking-tops, suspenders and the bare white backs of my thighs were exposed. I lifted the skirt higher and knew from the sounds behind me that at least two men were now staring at my bottom in the red lace panties I wore. "Put your arms out behind your back and cross your wrists, slut." came a whispered command. I dropped my skirt and obeyed. Hands gripped my own and I felt a leather belt being wound round my wrists. Then it was yanked tight and the buckle done up. The hands released mine, but now my wrists were trapped behind my back. I felt something being slipped over my left wrist and tightened. Then hands passed it round my right hip, and across my front and round my back over my left hip. My right wrist was pulled across nearer that side and then a loop was slid over that wrist. Then that was tightened. It was a tie and its effect was to ensure that my hands could not curl back and somehow loosen the buckle of the belt that restrained me. My arms were useless. "Lift your skirt and show your Masters your panties again, you teasing bitch, Suki!" came another command from a different voice. My fingers scrabbled to catch at the material of my skirt. "Come on, quickly, you fucking whore!" I managed to raise my skirt until I had it gathered into my hands behind my back. "Oooh, fucking gorgeous!! She's just like a fucking teasing schoolgirl, with her cheeky little arse begging for it in those knickers." "This teasing bitch has let me down twice by failing to show up when she was told to report." A hand touched my bottom and made me squirm with fright so I almost lost my balance. A third voice chimed in: "Me too. And her note said she's never had a cock in that juicy little bum before." The voice whispered in my ear, the man's mouth close enough for me to smell the nicotine on his breath: "Oooooh...you pretty little schoolgirl moppet slut!..." The words sizzled in my brain as he hissed them to me. "...Never had it up your fanny before, eh? Is that true, tart?" I shook my head. "Promise, slut? Never had your panties slipped down and a man's stiff knob squeezed into your quimslit?" I didn't think broom-handles or deodorant bottle counted and anyway I was now terrified of the idea of a cock going into me there. I didn't want the man to think I was ready for it. I shook my head again. "You're really a virgin then? Say it, Suki...Tell your Masters you're a virgin and we may decide to be nice to you and let you go." "P-please s-s-sirs," I stammered. "I...I've...never done it...with a man...I'm still a virgin." The hand stroking my panties suddenly squeezed harder until the nails dug through the nylon into my bum-cheek and made me wince. Someone slipped passed me on the other side and I found myself looking up into the unshaven face of a large man with a beer-belly hanging over his waist-bandwaistband. Below it his stiff cock-shaft poked through his flies. He stared at me with glittering eyes, taking in my little padded 'breasts' and slender nylon-encased legs. The voice continued in my ear. "I reckon you're lying about your age. You don't look 15, more like 12 or 13 at the most. We don't like girls under 14. They're too young to be slaves. Tell us how old you really are." I was terrified of those large coarse hands exploring the curves of my bottom and desperate for them to let me go. I had only just begun to reach puberty at 15 and my face was still quite hairless, elfin and pretty like a girl's. I knew I looked much younger than other boys my age and saw a glimmer of hope that they'd release me. "I...I'm...I'm only 13, please Sir...I'll be 14 next month." I said, hoping the truth that it really was my birthday soon would cover the hesitation in my voice as I lied about which one. The man facing me grinned and his hand stroked his cock. Two pairs of hands were now touching me from behind and the man in front of me smiled and touched my thigh with his free hand, then slid it up the front of my skirt and squeezed the little soft bulge my cock and balls made in my pantie- crotch. He said: "She feels more like 11 or 10 years old to me." His fingers closed on the flesh of my scrotum through the nylon and squeezed it until he'd forced my little balls up into my tummy. His thumb pushed my finger- sized willy inwards as well. "Yes, that lovely little hairless quim-slit doesn't feel more than 10 years old at the most." His grin spread wider as his right hand continued to rub the huge thick shaft of pink flesh sticking up from his flies. I realised then that they had no intention of letting me go and had deliberately tricked me into saying I was younger than I really was just to make the thrill of what they were doing even sweeter. "What's a naughty little moppet of 13 doing in a men's toilets wearing stockings and suspenders... and flashing her cute little bum in red lace panties - unless she wants to be fucked..." said the man on my left. I shivered as fingers slid inside the waistband of my panties at the back and began exploring my naked bottom. A voice behind my right shoulder said: "Yes. Cheeky little moppet's begging for it, wouldn't you say? Heard about what the older girls at her school get up to and wants a taste of cock up her tight little virgin quim. Oooooh, feel that...her arse is as smooth as silk. I bet she's flashed her tight-knickered bum at loads of guys while playing on swings in the park...God, young schoolgirls are such cockteasers!" "Yeah! I think she wants us to slip her panties down and try her little virgin fuckslit round our cocks..." I felt my panties being slipped down off my bumcheeks. I was shaking with terror and whispered: "No...please... please Sirs!... Don't... please..." "What's the matter, little baby? Scared of how your quimslit will feel when it's gaping round my cock? Cheeky little bitch, saying 'don't' one second and then 'please' the next..." "11 or 1213 is just the perfect age for these cockteasing little darlings to learn what their holes are for. Once they're older they start getting ideas and keep their legs shut. But if you get a little moppet young enough she can still learn that her fuck-slits are there to please men any time we want her. Teasing moppets like you should all be raped and filled with spunk, to teach you to please men not tease them." Suddenly he whispered very softly and slowly into my ear: "And we're going to rape you...right...now...you little sweetie." Sweat trickled down my body as my panties were yanked half-wayhalfway down my legs. At the same moment the brawny arm of the man towering over me reached out. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to bend over. "Here's a lovely treat for you, baby. A nice big hot gobstopper for you to suck, moppet. Get it right into your mouth and give it a lovely long suck." He said as he pushed my mouth down onto his erect knob. I gave a muffled moan of protest as I felt something being smeared in between my bum-cheeks but the fingers instantly tightened on my neck and a voice behind me whispered: "If you make another sound before we've all finished with you, I'll cane your arse till you're really squealing! You're our cock-slave now, girl, understand. Your body belongs to us, your Masters. That means we don't exactly whatever we want with you. And you fucking well take it and like it, bitch. From now on the only time you open your stupid mouth is to suck your Masters or to beg for the next cock!!" His hand suddenly landed across my taut naked bottom with three stinging smacks. "Hold her waist still while I get it in her." Hands went round my waist and gripped me tightly as my mouth struggled to take the large knob that thrust upwards into my face. I felt something press against my anal hole and tried to clench my cheeks together to prevent it entering me. But, bent over as I was, my cheeks were splayed -and parted. And as the pressure against my bottom increased the man just said with a cruel little laugh: "Oooooh yesss baby!!! Nice and tight!! Let's feel that 1213-year-old quim-slit squirming to try and stop itself being raped..." He gripped my hips tightly and then I felt a searing stab of pain in my bottom as he pushed me open and his knob went inside me. My eyes were squeezed tight shut yet I could see a fiery red blazing sunburst of pain in front of them. I felt I was choking, my mouth crammed to the back of my tongue with hot flesh. "Feel that, bitch!! Your hole is gaping round my knob. It's time you felt the whole of a man's cock up your vagina, baby. Feel it, eh bitch? Feel my cock inside your cunt, little cockteaser? Feel it raping you, little schoolgirl-SLUT!!!" I gasped and moaned as a tong of ice seemed to thrust its violent way up inside my belly. The pain redoubled as it seemed to come from two places now: the gaping forced entrance into my bottom and a second pain deep inside me somewhere up near my waist, at my very centre. I was sure I was about to die since it felt as if he had pushed a 12-inch-long spear into my tummy. I expected to feel my own blood streaming down my legs and into my high heels. The man's hips pressed against my bum and I realised that he had thrust himself quickly and mercilessly to the hilt inside me. Before I had recovered from the terrible nauseous shockwave of pain that his inward thrust sent through me something warm started to gush down my throat. I gulped instinctively to stop it going down the wrong hole and choking me, and in the same moment realised from the grunts and moans of ecstasy of the man whose hands squashed my face against his belly, that I was swallowing his sperm to avoid drowning in it. I had no choice; his knob was rammed into the back of my mouth, almost making me gag and the jets of spunk were shooting straight down my throat. I hardly tasted it, just felt warm slimy liquid sliding down into my tummy. Meanwhile the man behind began to rape my bottom slowly, his hips squashing my bumcheeks at the end of each inward stroke. For the first 20 or 30 seconds each stroke continued the agony as my clenched bottom continued to try and force his cock-shaft out of me. But he was careful to ensure that his knob always remained firmly planted in my bottom each time he withdrew. Slowly the pain subsided and in its place there began to be flickers of the pleasurable feelings I had got in the bathroom so many times before. As I felt it I remembered how much less it hurt if I relaxed and accepted the thing that was keeping my hole so unnaturally permanently open. I forced myself to make the muscles in my tummy relax. Suddenly my body seemed to go limp. The only things preventing me from slipping to the floor was were the hands round my waist. I felt a warm comforting sensation spreading through my crotch and thought it was part of my body's reaction to him fucking me. Then I realised something was trickling down my front. For a wild second of panic I thought it was blood. Then to my utter shame I realised I was wetting myself and my warm pee was drenching my stockings. I hadn't the strength left to clench my tummy again to stem the flow, and had no desire to feel that awful pain return if I did. "Oooh!" said the man on my right, holding me up. "The filthy little slut's pissing herself! Go on, tart, drench your fucking skirt and legs with piss. Ooooh I love it when these nymphets' vaginas lose control the first time they're raped and they piss themselves. I'm gonna cram your steaming piss- soaked panties in your mouth and make you suck 'em dry when I fuck your cunt, you little whore!" The man raping me quickened his thrusts as he heard the other one's obscene intentions. I no longer cared so long as whatever they did didn't hurt like the first few seconds had. In fact I was now slowly becoming more and more excited each time the cock-shaft filled my belly. Things I had said to my own reflection in the bathroom mirror began to run through my head. '...little fuck-slut...there to be fucked...cheeky whore's bottom...spunk-cream down your throat...' My bottom began to tingle with delight at the sensation - the one I had craved: a man's cock moving inside me while I stood there passively and was fucked by it. The man who had just creamed into my mouth withdrew it from my face and turned round. The one beside me holding me said to him: "Are you going to take a piss?" "Yes." was the reply. "Hold on a moment. This dirty cow just soaked her stockings with her own piss. Little tarts who wet themselves when they haven't been ordered to by their Masters are naughty girls. They need to be punished...and the punishment ought to fit the crime." "Cor..." said the fat man, looking back at the speaker. "You really like messing them up good and proper, don't you?" "Why not? Look at the pretty little bitch: she's a natural, isn't she? - So she better start learning to do as she's told. Look at that lovely moppet-face of hers: don't you want to?" A wave of utter shock swept over me as I began to have an inkling what he was suggesting, but the thrills in my tummy were stronger than the revulsion at what I guessed he was proposing. "Yeah...'course. You know I like doing it in 'em...but...I just thought maybe it was too soon on her first session-" "No time like the present, eh?" said the man beside me. The big one turned round again and the author of the idea said: "Listen Suki, you little cock-slut, you wet yourself when we tell you to, understand. Your punishment for disobedience is to swallow this Master's piss. Every fucking drop, you hear?" I stared with horror at the fat man's knob as he turned to face me again. Even though I'd already half- guessed I was still stunned by the disgustingness of what he wanted me to do. The cockshaft was only semi- erect now and the slit in the centre of the purple-coloured knob, still oozing a pearly drip of sperm, pointed straight at my mouth. "Wait if you can." said the man raping my bottom. "I'm going to shoot any minute now. Hold off till you can really make it spurt down her throat." "O.K. I'll tell you when I'm about to." A voice from above my head made me start. "Cor!! What a gorgeous little slut! Oooh make 'er suck you!" "She's just had my spunk. She's going to get my piss to drink in a second while he creams up her arsehole." "Ooooooh...ooh yeah!! Can I fuck her after you?" "Yeah." said the man at my side. "I'm next but she can be sucking you to get yours nice and stiff while I do her. Anyone else about out there who'd fancy her? Tell 'em it's her first session." - "No kidding!?" "Genuine. She was a virgin when she came in here today. We're training her as our cock-slave so the more guys who spunk in her today the better. We want her fucked into complete submission." "Too right! Just what that lovely little bum of hers needs!" It was clear now that my rape, which I thought would be over when these three men had finished with me, was only just beginning. "Get your mouth open, bitch. Any more disobedience and we'll finish off this session with a caning, remember. Now say you're sorry for being a naughty girl and wetting yourself without our permission, then beg this Master to piss down your throat. Go on, whore, say it!" I felt weak- kneed with humiliation as I began to whisper what he'd told me to. "Louder, slave. So we can all hear you." "Pl-please Sirs...I'm very sorry for being a naughty...girl and wetting myself without my Masters' permission. Please, Master, piss down my throat..." The cock was almost grazing my lips now. "It's...I'm...almost ready...yeah...it's coming...now. Oooh yeah!" A few drops fell from the slit onto my tongue. Then suddenly a golden torrent of it began to hit the roof of my mouth and the man instantly pressed the tip of his knob between my lips. My bottom began to jerk as the cock inside me started to thrust frantically. Then as I gulped and gulped the warm floods of piss down my throat I heard the man fucking me gasping: "Yes ooh yes oooh GOD I'm about to spunk in her 12 year old crack! OOOH! AAAAHHH! UGH! UGH! UGH! AAAAAAAAH!!!" His cock was plunged as deep as it would go in my belly and each spasm at the base of his cock-shaft transmitted waves of delicious sensation to the tender sensitised nerves in the part of me that gaped round it. I felt as if the rest of my body had disappeared and all I consisted of was my swallowing throat and the tunnel between my legs. I was just a thin quivering membrane of tingling skin wrapped round their two cocks and in the centre of me was a boiling cocktail of my Masters' spunk- cream and piss. At that moment I knew I truly did belong to them. Everything in my body was theirs after all! Everything from my madly- gulping pee-drenched gaping lips to the fluttering ring of flesh between my legs was filled with their flesh and what spurted from it. I was their slave! Suki Sexmaid, body and soul! At some moments I thought that this must simply be a bizarre perverted dream that I would wake from with a jolt. The place - and what was being done to my body - just seemed too unreal to be true. Yet I knew that the sour taste of the liquid that gushed down my throat was real enough, as was the unstoppable flow of sperm into my bottom. Could such men exist: men who could take such keen pleasure from raping a teenage boy whilst pretending, as I loved doing myself, that she was actually a girl - and a 12-year-old at that? I had dreamed and fantasised so often that men like these existed - and would do what they were doing to me, yet I always secretly suspected that they lived only in my imagination and that when it came to it, in real life, they would disappoint me by being soft, giving in to pity and letting me go if I asked them to. Even though I knew in my soul that that was the last thing I actually wanted. To discover that men existed whose lusts were as strong as my weakness, stronger even than my craving to be made to satisfy them was shockingly exciting. I dared not let my mind picture the whims, kinks and perversions they would force me to submit to until they made me adore them. The thrill I had pursued for two years had finally crystallised into this moment: nothing else existed but this place and these men. No desire of my own was permitted to me, no will but their will. My whole existence was reduced to this sense of my own helpless enslavement to these men. They had made time stop by filling the hollow space I had always felt inside me. I didn't care who they were, nor what they looked like. After all, the victim doesn't choose her rapist! She must just submit - and having submitted once, her soiled and humiliated body can be made to submit again, and again, and again - more easily each time as her burning wall of shame is made to crumble, washed away by each new stranger's jet of piss and spunk, her outrage dulling until all she is conscious of is the physical sensations in her raw frenzied nerve-ends, continually stimulated to unbearable shameful ecstasy by repeated rape. "...all of it; I want her belly as tight as a drum when I fuck her so the little bitch pisses herself helplessly all over my balls when I ram my cock up her!" The man's words floated down to my ears, and as I made sense of them my body sang with pleasure like a taut violin-string being plucked. Yes! Yes please Sir! Make me do it! Make me jerk and squirm on your ramrod-hard cock like a rag-doll! Make me wet myself!! The words filled my head with a constant chant. Suddenly there was a single small sharp pain in the entrance to my bottom and then an empty feeling. My bottom was sore but I didn't mind: I knew it should be and I had not the slightest right to complain. I hadn't been able to keep up with the fountain-flood of piss from the knob in my mouth and quite a lot had flowed over my chin and down my shiny pink lycraLycra top till it was as drenched as my skirt. Steam rose from my body and I knew that I had been naughty again. "I'm sorry please Sir I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it it was too fast I know I'm a dirty little slut please don't cane me Sir please don't cane me-" "Shut your face, bitch!" said the man at my side, cutting off my babbling apology. He let go of my waist and I heard the door being opened behind me. I could sense there were several more men gazing through the doorway at me. "Wiggle your arse for these men, whore. Show 'em your spunky little hole's begging for more cocks." I moved my hips from side to side. The fat man slid passed me and I heard him say: "I'm off now. How about Sunday afternoon?" "Yeah. Definitely. We'll have a real fucking orgy!" "Great. See you then." "What a cute bum it's got on it. And those legs! I haven't seen a sexier undie-slave that this one. She really does look like a schoolgirl..." "...Come on, Suki, let's see that cunt really beg for it..." I felt the buckle of the belt round my ankles being undone. My ankles were released and then hands pulled my sopping panties down my calves. "Lift your left foot, slut. Now your right." I stepped out of the knicks and was grateful that it was now easier at least to keep my balance. Two men came pastsed me on either side and stood each side of the toilet bowl in front of me. The one on the left was the man who had held me while the first man raped me. In his hand were my red panties. "Open your mouth, whore." He stuffed the ball of wet nylon firmly into my mouth, then he walked out again and said "Now wriggle that naked bum around just like a girl dancing at a disco." I started to move my hips again, though even with my feet free I still found it difficult bent over and with my hands still firmly secured behind my back. "I'll give her a sniff of this. That'll get her going." said the man who had remained in front of me. His hand appeared below my face and his fingers clutched a little brown glass bottle. I could smell a strange sickly-sweet smell from the clear colourless liquid inside it and was utterly terrified. I hadn't the faintest idea what it was, but it was obviously some kind of drug - a sex-drug - and I was petrified of what they would do to me while I was under its influence. Perhaps it would make me pass out, or even worse: perhaps it would make me too drowsy and weak to resist them while leaving me fully conscious of everything they did. My panic-stricken imagination leapt with dizzying speed through the awful kinky possibilities of what they might do to me. The man grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and then brought the neck of the bottle up against one of my nostrils. With his thumb he pressed the other one shut. I tried not to breathe, but with my own sodden panties still stuffed firmly in my mouth and my heart thumping with fright, I soon had no choice but to inhale the fumes. At first nothing happened. Then I felt my heart begin to race. Warmth suffused my body. Then suddenly without warning tingling waves of heat swept through every nerve in my body. And from nowhere I was suddenly on the verge of orgasm. B, but not the localised little thrill from my willy whenever I shot the few little drops of clear liquid that were still all I could produce. It seemed to have nothing to do with my willy or balls in fact. It was like the sensation I had had that day in the bathroom when I came on the broom handle as I squirted face-cream over my legs and panties. But still as different from that as a racing car from a push-bikepushbike. Suddenly I knew what it was like: the orgasms that I had read about in sex-manuals that women have. The drug made me feel like a girl! A girl brought to the very edge of sexual climax. As wave after crackling wave spread through me it was as if every nerve in my body was in the soft walls of my vagina, making the surface of the skin ripple with hunger and excitement. I felt like the randiest, most shameless nympho slut in the whole world! I was aching for it, dying for it! My naked bum began to wiggle as lewdly as I knew how. With my knees bent I sent it squirming in up-and-down circles. I wanted that tight little ring of flesh between my bumcheeks to look like the most provocative and irresistible fuck-slit they'd ever seen. My body was empty - and I couldn't bear it! Unbidden, I began to take little paces backwards as I danced to bring my bare white bottom closer to the watching men. My hips were past the doorway of my cubicle. "Yeah, that's it bitch!" said a voice. "Come on, get right out here and beg for it, you slut!" I needed little encouragement. The belt round my wrists heightened the sensation. I was nothing but a cunt - a soft helpless cunt, with a pair of shiny red lips that could suck at one end and a circle of tight tender flesh at the other that could cling and squeeze like a pre-pubescent girl's seam. I kept backing through the door with my bottom still doing its wiggling dance of invitation to their cocks. There were 6 of them round me and every one had his cock out of his trousers. I bent to one at random and rubbed my face against the knob. I swung my hips round until I felt another touch my bottom. I moaned and rubbed my arse-slit hungrily up and down on his erection. I was oblivious to all danger; I didn't care if someone else came in now. They would see me and know what I was there for. I was conscious of nothing except my burning desire to be impaled upon the thing I felt against my squirming bottom. Slowly - far too quickly for me; I wanted that feeling to go on and on forever! - the sensations caused by the drug began to recede. But before they disappeared altogether I turned to look at the man standing in the cubicle doorway still holding the bottle. The Master who had ordered me to drink piss said: "Give her another snort. Someone keep an eye so we can take turns to fuck her." The man with the magic bottle came and held it under my nose again. I began to sniff it straight away this time. He held it there for twice as long, under each nostril in turn as his thumb kept the other shut. "Take the pantie-gag out of her mouth." The feeling began to well up inside me again. I was a girl! A girl with her skirt up, no panties on and her hungry little body aching to be penetrated by any cock that wanted it. And there was something more, something else at the very centre of that hunger. A few short minutes before I had been frightened of what the drug might allow them to do to me. I was half-right: I thought that it would make me physically helpless. Now I knew - and was thrilled by the feeling - that it was far more subtle: it made me want them to do the dirtiest things they could dream up. I wanted all of them to fuck me without mercy in the dirtiest possible ways. I wanted them to use my body without limits to explore and satisfy their kinkiest fantasies. I wanted them to know that there was no sex thrill, no matter how bizarre, obscene or humiliating, that they could not enjoy. I was their sexmaid, their spunkslut, their cockslave!! I began to whisper rapidly: "Please fuck me, Masters. I'm your property, please do anything you like with me. I'm a naughty dirty girl, please won't you fill Suki's sweet little bot and mouth with your lovely hot spunk, Oh! Oh! Please Sirs anything you like! I'm here to obey you and please you. Do something dirty to me, please Mast- OH! UHH!!" In a single thrust someone's cock tore my bottom open and sank deep inside me. Men crowded round my face and a knob slid into my mouth. I was in Heaven!! Their alternating thrusts in either end of me set up a rhythm that made me sway back and forth on my heels, tossing me from the hot shaft of meat ramming into my mouth onto the other and driving that deep in my belly, which then slammed my face back onto the first again. "Piss yourself, bitch! Go on. In front of all your Masters. Show them all what a dirty kinky slut you are, whore!!" said the man fucking my bottom. The bottle was pushed under my nose a third time and I inhaled the fumes eagerly and deeply. My body was in a feverish stew of ecstatic thrilled delight and my brain was a whirling screaming jumble of voices - all of them mine - 'Fuck me!! Fill me with spunk till it pours from every hole in my body!! Oh God don't stop, never stop!! Do something else to me! Something dirtier! Anything!! ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! Within a few seconds sperm was fizzling down my throat again and pee was running down my legs. I felt the man's hand reach round my waist and push my willy backwards till its tip was against his balls and my pee drenched them as well. The warm wetness spurting from my helpless belly over his sex excited him to his ejaculation. His thrusts became a series of rapid jerks with his cock buried in me. I heard his whispered grunts of satisfaction as the stiff flesh within mine throbbed with each spurt: "Oooh YES!! TAKE IT BITCH!! I'M SPUNKING RIGHT UP YOUR CUNT, YOU LITTLE WHORE, RIGHT! UP! YOUR! TIGHT! LITTLE! QUIMSLIT! YOU SLUT!!!" My mouth became free again and was taken prisoner at once by another man. Then my head was pulled off him to suck a second. I could taste traces of the man's pee on his knob and was thrilled to the core by it. My bottom closed with instinctive relief as the cock withdrew. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone with an enormous-looking cock going round behind me. I trembled and tried to relax but although by now my hole was very slippery and soft, I felt twin spasms of my first agonies returning as my bottom was violently forced open for its third raping in less than 20 minutes. The two men in front of me wanted my lips to alternate between them so I did, now sucking one, now the other, each for 15 or 20 seconds. The one who wasn't in my mouth would wank himself furiously until it was his X6 ??W"ddenly the man to the left of my face, whose cock was in his hand at the time, hissed: "Quick, let me have her; I'm going to come." i "Oooh yeah! Me too, shove yours in as well!" He pulled back until just the tip of his knob was between my gaping lips. The other stood close to him until their cock-knobs were touching. Then they roughly pulled my face down and forced both knobs into my mouth simultaneously. Both were panting hard and I felt a jet of spunk leap straight into the back of my mouth from one of them and begin trickling down my throat. He gasped: "I'm - coming!" And instantly both knobs began to pour the men's slimy sperm-juice into my mouth until I had to swallow some to make room for the jets that followed it. I didn't want to swallow it all straight away; I wanted to keep it there and experience the dirty thrill of feeling my cheeks bulging with my Masters' spunk. It was very warm, with a strong salty taste unlike anything I'd ever tasted before, and seemed to fizz on my tongue like sherbet. And the slimy slippery creaminess of it seemed exactly what I'd deserved, what the 'teasing slut' had been asking for in fact: the dirtiest, most disgusting way they could soil my mouth. I wanted to show them all how utterly I was theirs, how eager for more and filthier games, what a thoroughly obedient slave I was. As the knobs slid out of my face I closed my lips to let the sperm fill the space their cocks had occupied. I gazed up at the men round me and opened my mouth. Spunk immediately streamed from my lips, running quickly down my chin and neck. Someone stood in front of me, turned round and bent forwards. His hairy white bumcheeks parted until I was staring straight at the brown ring of flesh, the size of a 10-pence piece, of his anus. "Get some of that spunk on my hole and then lick it all off! I want to feel that 12-year-old schoolgirl tongue right up my arse and licking the inside of it clean, tart!" I could see the brown mark in the crotch of his pants, a few inches below my face, could smell the dirty unwashed state of his body and the vile odour from the fluted skin of his hole. The drug had almost worn off completely by now and although I was still excited by the cock in my belly I was revolted by the thing so close to my lips. My face shrank in horror at my order. "No more Amyl yet." said a voice. "Make her do it. It's time this slave learnt she's here for our fun, not her own hungry little bitch-cunt thrills." Someone grabbed my hair and yanked my head back until my lips were forced to part and my mouth was directly level with the folds of brown skin. Then suddenly the man fucking me thrust himself into me hard, forcing my body to sway forwards and burying my face in between the curves of the parted buttocks. "That's it, baby! Let's feel the spunk ooze out of your face onto my hole!" I pushed the slime out of my face with my tongue, which instantly recoiled with revulsion as the tip touched his skin. "OOOOH YESSS! OOOH that's lovely!! Go on, slave, work it all round my hole with your tongue. Get some up it, girl!" I paused, frozen with horror. A hand slid round my waist and I felt the fingers close round my balls and willy, squeezing hard till I moaned with pain. "Get on with it this instant, you disobedient little bitch, or I'll tear this useless fucking thing off and really make you into a schoolgirl!!" I put my tongue out and began to lick the slimy sperm back and forth over the man's anus. He bent over more and said: "Yeah! Now work it up inside with your tongue." I began to push my tongue-tip between the folds of skin, all the time becoming more and more aware of the second filthy taste mingling with the taste of sperm in my mouth. "Yeah! Go on! Keep doing it! Deeper, bitch, deeper!!" My tongue was now in the entrance of his passage and I could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching, and hear him moaning softly with delight. "Oooooooh! Oh yeah!! Oh that's fucking great. Her tongue's right in my arse now! Oooooh, how d'you like the taste of it, eh moppet? A lovely spunk-and-shit milkshake! Now start licking it off slowly and swallowing it. And each time you swallow it just remember your mouth and bottom are identical. They're just fuckslits, bitch. They both belong to us and we can do anything we fucking well like with them any time we want! Get on with your orders, dirty little whore!" I thought I would surely die of shame and nausea then as my throat gulped down the slimy mess that was already in my mouth. I felt my stomach heave and thought I was about to be sick but somehow I managed to close my mind to what it was sliding down my neck and the feeling passed. I licked some more into my mouth and swallowed that. "Not so quick, bitch. I want to feel you savouring the taste of it while that cock up your fanny gets ready to shoot some more juice up your spunk-filled slit! This is what we use undie-slaves for - that's what you are from now on and don't you ever dare to forget it, Suki. Get a good mouthful and don't swallow it." I licked several times until I felt my tongue was swimming in it. "Now, give her another sniff." The man stood up and I panted with relief at being able to breathe properly once more. The bottle was put to my nose and this time it was held there until the tingling swarms of excitement were crawling all over my body again. The man was facing me now. "Swear on your cock-filled cunt and your spunk-and-shit filled mouth that you are our property. And then open your mouth and let it slip slowly down your throat. We want to see you taste every drop of it as it goes down." I suddenly found that the thought of swallowing the filthy slime in my mouth was exciting me, because it was what the man wanted me to do. Even the nastiness of the taste seemed to excite me, because it was the taste of my humiliation and my submission to him. It wasn't enough just to repeat a mantra that my holes belonged to them. He wanted me to experience the truth of the words through one of my most acute senses, that of taste. I let the sharp rancid juice swirl onto the back of my tongue and my brain was dizzy with thrills of ecstatic surrender. I said the words and then swallowed slowly as he'd told me to. "Now promise on your worthless life, bitch, that as our undie-slave you will come here and serve your Masters whenever you are told to. That'll be at least twice a week from now on. We found your address in the pocket of your jacket so we all know where you live, tart. If you don't do as you're told maybe your parents will get a nice long letter with those filthy panties in it, telling them where their randy little 'daughter' likes to go and how many men's spunk she has in her belly when she comes home again. And swear that when you are here you'll obey Your Masters' whims in every way or face whatever punishments we choose. Swear it, slut!" The drug made my eyes stare crazily round the ring of cocks and trouser- legs round me as my hips began to grind themselves against the hips of the man behind me. I felt like I was suspended off the ground, my arms and legs tied, with nothing supporting my body but a pole going into my bottom. I swore the oath eagerly, panting for breath. I just wanted to excite them with hearing me say the words, and yet a small sane part of my brain knew that they were deadly serious and that I couldn't retract my promise later. At that moment I didn't want to; I meant what I promised them. Yet I knew that perhaps tomorrow I would regret it, but they had made it very clear to me that it was too late already. They were prepared to extract my submission to my initial rape that day. "Now beg to lick my arse completely clean." "Please let me lick your bottom clean, Master." He turned and once again his glistening wet bottom thrust out and pressed against my face. I began to lick, and this time as the drug slowly wore off, I found that I still wanted the awful flavour of that cream in my mouth to remind me of my humiliation and servitude. I felt yet more sperm pumping into my tummy from behind and then the gut-churning pain as he jerked his cock from my body. Someone else took his place, but their cock was so much smaller by contrast that I hardly felt a thing as he entered me. I squeezed him with the muscles in my anal ring so that he wouldn't be disappointed with me. Soon I had licked the last traces of spunk off the other man's bottom and not long after that could only taste my own saliva again. The man straightened up again, turned round and began to wank his cock an inch or two from my mouth. I stared at the swollen purple knob jiggling before my eyes and thought: 'This is my Master; this plum, so hot and full of juice waiting to spurt from it, is what my body was born to serve. Anything they do to me that makes this thing ripen and swell even more, that increases their excitement and makes even more of their wonderful juice spill from it, is their right.' At that moment I had no trouble believing that my body had been created to belong to this thing, looming so obscenely large before my face. Whether I knew it consciously or not at 15, every ounce of my body knew that, for me, sex and enslavement were one and the same thing, with no area of one that was not part of the other. My own sexual urges were intended to help enslave me; my enslavement was intended to make me the property of these men. As their property even my own sexual feelings belonged to them, and were permissible only if they served to satisfy my Masters' whims and pleasure. I knew that all the endless hours of solitary thrills I had experienced in the previous 3 4 years were at an end. No more seeing myself in the bathroom mirror as a girl, impaled on a broom-handle; from now on, whenever I was dressed as a girl it must be for my Masters' pleasure. It would be for them to decide who and what would impale me and how many times. I guessed what the man intended and kept my lips parted in obedient anticipation. He wanted me to see his sperm leaping from his cock into my mouth, not just feel it. He wanted me to see it and understand even more clearly my status as their slave, existing purely as orifices for their spunk. The more I stared at the knob of flesh before my face the more excited I became. Knowing that this man was enjoying his power over me thrilled me. It was the only satisfaction I sought: to be and do whatever was required of me to increase their pleasure. Simply to know that my body was pretty enough in their eyes to cause this magical part of them - so huge and unlike my own little willy as to seem like a different sex altogether! - to swell, stiffen and then explode with cream at the moment of their climaxes was satisfaction enough. A stream of white juice leapt from his knob in an arc straight into my open mouth. Another followed and then he pressed the bubbling flesh to my lips so that none fell wasted to the floor. I tasted the warm clean delicious milk once more and trembled with sluttish thrills of delight. One more man wanted my mouth after that. While I sucked him I felt the other cock climax and ejaculate into my body. The last cock erupted cream into my mouth whichmouth, which I greedily swallowed, and then I slumped to the floor. How many men had released their lust and sent their semen rushing into me? Seven? Eight? I was no longer sure. As sperm oozed out of my bottom onto the cold tiles beneath me, I knew I had no more excuse for solitary games or pleasures; my Masters had transformed me from a virgin into a whore. My hour-long ordeal of gang- rapegang rape had done exactly what they had intended it to do: fucked me into submission and forced me to recognise that I had the soul of a born slut. I remembered my earlier display of cock-hungry nymphomania; I had no right to refuse any man's lust now. I had put myself where I might be used and then had begged them all to use me indiscriminately. If I had been trapped at the start it was because I had walked into the trap a willing victim. The 'Piss-Master', who had stayed throughout, said: "Your clothes are in there, slut." pointing to one of the cubicles. "What time are you free to serve on Sunday?" We didn't usually have a big Sunday lunch, just an ordinary meal around 1 and something light in the evening. I knew my parents wouldn't think it odd if I said I was going to spend the afternoon and evening with a friend. "Any time from 2 in the afternoon, please Sir." "Be in here dressed and ready for your next training session at 2.30 then, slave. If you are late you'll be punished. And if you fail to turn up for any reason you'll be in big trouble. Perhaps your parents will have to be told what a disobedient undie-slave you are..." "I - I promise I'll be there, Sir. Just please don't tell my parents." That night I woke with a start and found my sheets wet under me. At first I thought I had wet the bed, then I realised that