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The moment I had been dreading didn't happen for two weeks. Mentally, I had been working on the idea that it was all a bad dream. I couldn't have really been the porno slut star of my own video. It's just not the kind of thing I would do. So when the phone rang, two Fridays later, the voice on the other end was like getting a phone call from a nightmare. "Hi Petra, it's great to hear your voice again." I could hear Rico's Cheshire Cat grin through the phone. I was stunned and so disappointed. I knew that soon I (or at least my alter-ego) would be starring in another video. I ran through my options in my head, and didn't see many. Then Rico changed that. "Well sweetie, this must be your lucky weekend," he said. "You have an opportunity now to clear the slate with us. We need you for something other than a video. We will need you all weekend, but if you come through, you will never hear from us again." It sounded too good to be true. I knew from my previous ordeal that there had to be a catch, so I just let him keep talking. (Or maybe it was because I was still too stunned by the call to get any words out.) "Well PETRA, it's like this. Three of my boys need a place to stay all weekend, and a little woman to keep them entertained. Naturally dear, you were my first thought. But of course, it's up to you. You can either keep them happy all weekend, or you can revive your career as a star... I think a ten-picture deal sounds wonderful, don't you?" There really wasn't much to think about, but it still took me a minute to respond. I didn't have any way to be sure he would let me off the hook, but it was a chance at least. A chance that, in the end, I knew I had to take. Still, I tried to fight it. "Umm....how do I know you will stick to that?" I asked. "Sweetie, I always keep my word. I haven't lied to you yet. How could I lie to a beautiful girl like you? Now, I know what you're thinking, but if you think back I didn't lie at all two weeks ago." I racked my brain for evidence to the contrary. A day I had been trying so hard to forget, and now it was so vivid. He hadn't lied. There was hope. "Ok" was the only response I had. "Great!" He said. "There should be a box outside your apartment right now. Get ready, and your guests will be there soon. Have a lovely weekend darlin'. " His smug attitude made me want to punch his face in, but I knew I had about the same chance of that as I did of winning the state lottery. By the time I had gone through that mental exercise, he had hung up. He was right, the box was right outside my door. Apparently there was a lot in it, because it was difficult to lug in. Eventually, I got it inside and open. Right on top was a piece of paper with the words "Put the box in your bedroom closet....and hang up the clothes dear" written in big letters. Underneath that was another list of instructions. At first, I tried not to follow the directions, but then I realized that doing that, I gained nothing. So a few minutes later, I was hanging up leather mini-skirts, hot pants, evening gowns and halter tops in my bedroom closet. Then I was putting all kinds of things in my bathroom. Then I was stripping off my suit for the last time that weekend. As before, the first step was hair removal. My hair hadn't grown back much over the two weeks, but after a few minutes with the cream and a shower to rinse, even the stubble was totally gone. Next came the breasts. Just like last time- glue, breasts, bra...presto, I had tits. I had almost been able to forget the sensation, but quickly it was back. The way I had to lean just slightly back to compensate for the weight, the tug on my chest when I moved, the slight jiggle, none of those things would ever let me forget that, at least for now, I was Petra. My hair went into a cute little pony tail. My make-up was thorough, right down to my thick dark mascara. With only a bra on, everything about me, well almost everything about me, already said slut. The lingerie I had to choose from only emphasized that. I chose the least slutty I could, little tiny white cotton panties with hearts, a soft white bra... But about the waist cincher and stockings there was not much choice. I reluctantly tied myself in to the white satin waist cincher, put on the stockings, and began the struggle to attach the stockings to the garter straps. Eventually, I was successful. Then came the clothes. My only choices seemed to be mini-skirts or short little hot pants. I chose the longest of the skirts, a purple vinyl number which came almost halfway down my thighs. For tops, I had halters and bare midriffs or a sheer black blouse. I chose the blouse. As I put on a strappy little pair of 2-inch heels, the lowest available, I realized I hadn't put polish on my toes. I decided to try to get away with it, but I went ahead and put lavender polish on my fingernails- no sense tempting fate, I figured. All too soon, the doorbell rang and I knew my three new roomies had arrived. I hesitated for a second. Maybe if I didn't open the door, they would just go away. Yes, and Rico would be mad, and my life would be shit. I slowly opened the door. In the doorway were three men I would come to know very well. Dom was, without a doubt, Italian, with a shiny suit on his 6'2" frame that just screamed "goombah." Rick was a tall skinny Irishman, thus his nickname, "Rick the Mick." Last, but not least, Bo was a 6' 5" version of what you see on the cover of those muscle magazines. And as they looked at me, big smiles covered their faces. When I heard voices in the hall, I quickly ushered them in. The last thing I needed was for my neighbors to see me like this. Mentally, I tried to find Petra, and was able to say, with something like a smile, "Hi guys, come on in." Dom responded with a very polite, "Thank you ma'am." As he entered, the other two followed him in. I quickly got the sense that he was the leader of this little game. Ushering them into the couches and chairs of the living room, I asked them if there was anything they wanted. Apparently, this was a poor choice of words. "Anything?" Rick laughed, and my heart lurched. I was not ready for this. Luckily, Dom steered the conversation another way. "I'm sure we could all use a beer, sweetheart." Anxious to get away from them, I quickly rushed into the kitchen to comply. Three beers for them, a shot of tequila and a glass of chardonnay for me. With enough liquid courage, I was sure I could be in Petra mode in no time. As I delivered each of them their beer, Bo put his hand on mine and softly said, "Thank you very much ma'am. You are very kind to open your home to us like this." I didn't know how to respond. I smiled, despite my intentions. Eventually I pulled my hand away and went and sat down. Bo had clearly flustered me, because I didn't pay attention at all to how I sat. I started to realize something was wrong when I saw big grins spread across Dom and Rick's faces. I couldn't figure out why they were so happy, until I realized the direction of their stares. I was sitting back in a nice comfy chair with my legs spread, just the way I always sat. Of course, normally I wasn't wearing a short vinyl skirt. Right as I closed my legs, Rick had to say something. It could've been worse I suppose, but I definitely didn't want to hear "Miss Petra, those sure are cute little hearts on your panties." As I crossed my legs, all three guys started to chuckle. Then Dom spoke up. "Sweetheart, there's no particular need for modesty. Everyone in this room knows the score. We are hanging out all weekend, and you are the entertainment. That said, I see no reason to wait for you to start entertaining." Two thoughts flashed through my mind over and over as I stood up. What would Petra do? And more importantly, after these three days, it's all over. So I tried to stand, and walk toward them sexily (thank god these heels weren't any higher). "What did you have in mind?" I tried to use Petra's sultriest voice as I caressed my thighs. The smiles on all three guys faces told me what kind of evening it would be. Dom spoke first. "Why don't you start by curling up over here on my lap?" As he said it, he patted his thigh and highlighted the bulge growing in his slacks. "Oh, and since we've already seen the cute little panties, go ahead and lose the skirt." I quickly unzipped it and stepped out of it. Looking up I saw a twinge of disappointment on the three faces in front of me. What the hell were they disappointed about. Dom cleared it up for me with a little pout, "Geez, I was kinda hopin you'd do it a little sexier than that sweetheart, but I guess you're in a hurry. Still, I'd like to slow it down a little, so why don't you sit your cute little fanny on my lap, and we'll just see how things progress." Naturally, that last part was said with a leer. Nevertheless, not wanting to repeat my earlier mistake, I slowly strutted over to Dom, and softly reclined myself on his lap. This prompted a little kiss from him, and he began to caress my back. "So sweetheart, why don't you tell us something about yourself. How about your wildest sexual experience." This I wasn't prepared for. I already realized that I was going to have to have sex with all three of these guys. I was going to have to suck their cocks and probably beg them to fuck me. But talk... As Petra... That I wasn't ready for. 'What the hell do I say?' I thought to myself, as all three stared on expectantly. Actually, 'what the hell does Petra say?' would have been the better question. Suddenly, I was struck with inspiration. Petra's only sexual experience was also her wildest. As all three leaned in expectantly, I licked my lips, smiled, and started the story. "Well, there was this one time. Ooooh, it makes me hot just thinking about it. I didn't know it, but Ri- oops, my boyfriend had told his friends that they could all share me." Telling the story was helping me remember the Petra role, and I began to trace my fingertips around my nipples as I continued. "He and I started. I just loved licking his big lollipop. And just as I took him into my mouth, one of his friends comes up behind me and grabs my hips. Luckily, I was pretty wet, because he just slammed into me. So there I am, one beautiful dick in my mouth, and another slamming into me from behind, and suddenly, I realize that more of his friends are there, and they're getting ready to use me too." As I continued the story, I felt the bulge growing under my panty covered ass. "Well, they already had their cocks out, and were slowly stroking them right near my face, when I felt my boyfriend and his friend behind me start to throb in that special way that men do. Soon, there was a load of hot creamy cum in my mouth and another in my ass. Both guys kept moving inside me for another 20 seconds or so, and as soon as they pulled out, there were 2 more to take their place." I had found Petra. I giggled as I finished the story. "I'm lucky I didn't gain weight with all of the cum that shot into me that night." By this time, Dom's rod was poking at my ass through his pants, making me wiggle a bit on his lap. "Oh my," I said. "I think you liked that story... In fact, it feels like you liked it alot." Dom's response was fairly predictable. "Well honey, I think you should see it and feel it. Why don't you take it out for me." I could tell that my brain had found Petra from my response. "Mmmm...cool." With a suggestive lick around my lavender lips. From there it was a small step to hop off Dom's lap, turn around, and begin undoing his belt. A shudder went through me when I felt Rick's hand on my ass, but I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the task in front of me. And the shudder didn't seem to bother Rick at all. In fact, it may have encouraged him, because soon afterward his hands were under my panties caressing me. In front, I quickly succeeded with Dom's belt and pants, and soon had my hand on the bulge in his silk boxers. He patted my shoulder and said, "It's ok honey, I won't bite. You feel free to take it out and get better acquainted." Three more days ran through my head as I followed his instructions. It ran through my head again as I turned my head and flashed a huge smile at Rick when he pulled my panties down. I wanted to tell Rick to slow down, hoping that maybe I could just get away with blowjobs for 3 days, but I knew that resistance wasn't going to get me anywhere. So I just tried to ignore what he was doing and concentrate on Dom. With a 7-inch rod pointed at my face, it wasn't that hard to do. I grabbed it and gently squeezed as I ran my hands up and down its length. As it began to twitch, I flicked the head gently with my tongue. Slowly, I continued with my hands as I took just the head in my mouth. My mouth was a warm, wet sleeve around it as I continued to stroke most of it with my tongue. Meanwhile, Rick behind me was rubbing his rod between the cheeks of my ass. I tried not to tense up, knowing that soon he would thrust into me. But he teased me long enough that my muscles had long since relaxed when the thrust came. My moan gave Dom just the feeling he had been looking for, and he groaned and grabbed the back of my head in his hands. At first, I tried to pull away, but his pressure was insistent as I was forced down onto him. My mind seemed to shut down at about this point, and Petra took over. Rick was behind me, fucking me for all he was worth, and Dom had my head, and was beginning to force his cock down my throat. Moaning and whimpering, I was bouncing back and forth between them. I had no real choices, and now I was a two-sided fuckhole. For some reason, my body couldn't stop moaning. I didn't just look like a porno-slut, I sounded like one too. On each back thrust, I could feel every inch of Rick's skinny 8-inches as he thrust into my ass. And as I was forced forward, I took Dom's 7-inches into my throat, turning my mouth into a dripping wet cunt. Back and forth, I had no idea how much time was passing. Apparently my mouth action was better, because Dom stopped my head and began to shudder first. His first shot went straight down my esophagus and I barely felt it. Then he pulled back a little, and soon my mouth was coated with his cum. I didn't even get a chance to absorb it, because Rick never stopped pistoning into my ass. Dom pulled out, kissed my forehead and smiled, while Rick continued his assault and I continued to moan. As Dom's breathing returned to normal, he just shook his head and mumbled, "deep throat, she can deep throat." I felt my face turn red as he said it, but still, it didn't distract me at all from Rick's pumping of my ass. My moans continued to fill the room as Rick seemed like he could go forever. "Oh man this is one sweet ass.... You guys have got to try it," he grunted out as he thrust away. Unfortunately, I was sure they would take him up on it. Just three more days and I could be myself again. Luckily Rick couldn't last forever. A few minutes later and he grabbed my hips, pulled me back against him, and shuddered repeatedly as he spewed into me. He continued to hold me for a few minutes, softening inside me, before pulling back and falling onto the couch with a huge smile on his face. With some trepidation, I turned to the only one of the three that hadn't used me already. Bo was relaxed as could be, reclined way back on the couch, smiling at the activities he had just seen. His hand occasionally caressed his crotch, but when I looked at it, he just shook his head no. As he spoke his next words, I saw why. "Honey, I don't doubt that you're good at what you do, but you really have to prepare for a dick like mine. I would guess that right now, I would tear you right open. Don't worry though, by the time this weekend is up, I will have ruined you for other men." During this little speech, I saw what he was referring to. It looked like there was a tree trunk growing down his leg. Fucking Bo would be like fucking a baseball bat. "If you had some toys to practice on, that would probably help," he said. Wow, an opening for me to resist a little. I was all over that. "No, I don't have toys," then I grinned as Petra, "I've never had any trouble getting the real thing." "That's ok sweetie, I'm sure Bo brought some, and we will really enjoy watching you use them," Dom said, strategically checkmating me in one simple move. "In fact, Bo, why don't you go to the car and get our stuff, since it looks like we will be here for a while." As soon as Bo made it out the door, Dom was behind me, caressing my shoulders and asking if I had stopped regular whoring. It was the kind of question attorneys love to ask, yes or no but with no good answer. Yes is an admission that I've been whoring and no is an admission that I'm still doing it. I just stayed quiet, so Dom added, "well, maybe we'll leave you a few bucks when we leave. If earlier was any demonstration, I'm sure you will have earned them." About that time, Bo walked in carrying three shoulder bags and a garment bag. He set the three shoulder bags down in the living room, and placed the garment bag in the closet by the door. Quickly he was back rummaging in one of the shoulder bags and pulling out a 6" dildo, he said, "Well honey, I know you're anxious to try me, but this is a start on getting you stretched out so that I don't hurt you. In fact, I'm sure all of us would love to watch you put it in." At that Dom and Rick smiled and nodded so I sauntered over and took it from him. It was heavy in my hands, and dry, but Dom suggested I suck it first to lube it up. Thinking about it, my ass was probably pretty well lubed from Rick's fucking, but the last thing I could afford to do is disappoint these guys, so I quickly put it in my mouth and began slurping away. By their smiles, I could tell I was giving a good show, so I kept it up for a while. The longer it was in my mouth, the longer before I had to stick it in my ass. Eventually though, that time came. Rick stood up and said, "bend over sweetie, and I'll help you. I bet I loosened you up enough that I can just ram it right in." As soon as I handed it to him and bent over, he did just that. Luckily, he had stretched me out a bit, so the pain wasn't what it might have been, but still my moan filled the room. He fucked me with it a little and then held it in while Bo pulled some straps out of the bag, suggesting that they would keep it in as long as necessary. The straps went around my waist, and up through my crack. They would keep it in, just like Bo said. Then he handed me the clothes I had stripped off, suggesting that I get dressed and find something for them to eat, because they sure weren't eating my pussy. For a second, Petra was a little hurt by that, but I realized they were trying to remind me who, and what, I was. Like I needed a reminder. Luckily, I had some chicken in the fridge, and I quickly began to prepare it for them. In some ways, it was a relief, a chance to get away for a few minutes. But every time I moved, the dildo slid around in my ass, reminding me quite forcefully of my position. I served everyone at the dining room table, but when I sat down, the dildo was rammed in deeper, and I could barely nibble at my food. Dom and Rick's comments didn't help. "Mmm-mmm I love to watch you wiggle girl," and "That's right baby, you're feelin' it," didn't help my appetite at all. When dinner ended, the guys suggested we head back to the living room and watch a movie. In my innocence, I was relieved again. Soon, we were all settled on my big couch, with me nestled tightly between Dom and Bo, and Rick putting something in my DVD player. I should have known what they would want to watch. The first movie was Whores of Los Angeles, and the guys couldn't stop comparing me to every whore on screen. Cries of "Oh sweetie, you're much cuter than she is," and "Ooohh... I hope you're that flexible" were much clearer than the audio from the DVD. Though really, if I hadn't been in the position I was in, I probably would have liked the movie. But in my position, I realized I would probably never be able to watch porn the same way again. When the movie ended, the guys sweetly asked me if I would mind helping them unwind a little before bed. Knowing what I had to do, I grinned and said, "Sure, I can help with that." Three blowjobs later, the guys were ready for bed. Dom got the master-bedroom, Bo, the guestroom, and Rick was left with the couch. As I played host, Dom patted the bed beside him and said "sweetheart, you can snuggle up with me when you've had a shower and brushed your teeth. You smell like a sperm bank." With that he laughed. The saddest part for me was knowing he was right. The shower was a welcome relief. I tried to scrub down every nook and cranny, but my ass was still full of rubber cock, so I couldn't do too complete a job. Still, it was nice just to be away from them for a while, and I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. I have never done such a thorough job brushing my teeth. I'm sure my dentist would be proud. Eventually, though, I knew I had to pretty myself up again and go join Dom in bed. And that's what I did. It was difficult sleeping next to a hairy naked man, but it had been a long day. I didn't wake up until late in the morning, feeling something wiggling in my ass. As I struggled to consciousness, I realized it was Dom, moving the dildo to wake me up. It just didn't seem right to be woken up that way on a Saturday morning. On the other hand, maybe it was a good reminder of my situation. It may have kept me from the wrong action. In any case, I just giggled and in my best Petra voice said, "Honey, I need to freshen up a bit before we start playing those games this morning. Dom seemed to accept this, because he just nodded and pointed to the chair where there was an outfit he thought the boys might like to see me in. The bathroom was like a little sanctuary for me. I figured the guys wanted to see me as Petra, not becoming Petra, so they would probably leave me alone in here. I figured right. Other than what I was actually doing to myself, I enjoyed my 45 minutes of peace. Looking back, I wonder how I can call that peace, but I guess everything is relative. My first activity of the morning was to pull out the plug they had put in my ass, so that I could clean myself out and re-lube. After 9 hours plugged, my ass wouldn't close all the way, so the enema was easy to take, though difficult to hold. Anyway, I got cleaned out then I lubed up and reluctantly put the plug back in. It scared me a little that I could barely feel it go in, but I've heard that the ass will eventually close back up. I tried to reassure myself of this, as I spritzed, powdered and made myself up as the slut I knew they loved. Then I got a chance to check out the outfit Dom chose for me. The slutty schoolgirl look seemed like a bit of a cliche', but I remembered liking it myself, so how surprised could I be. I put on the little white cotton panties and the tight cotton bra. I tied on the little shirt, leaving my stomach bare. The white stockings slithered up my legs, and the plaid skirt barely covered the tops of them. Naturally the outfit was completed by a classic pair of Mary Janes. I knew I had to leave the bathroom eventually. In my head, I imagined that I would go out and all three guys would be gone. I slowly, hopefully, opened the door. "OOOH! BABY, YOU ARE LOOKING GOOD TODAY!" Came the immediate shout from all three guys. So much for my little fantasy. "I don't know about you, but we're hungry luv. Do you have any suggestions?" As usual, Dom spoke for them. I was taken aback and didn't respond at first. Once again, Dom filled in the silence. "We were kind of hoping you would go out and do a bit of shopping." "Ummmm...go out?" "Yeah sweetness, get us some supplies for our little weekend. I've made you a little list, but you feel free to add anything to it that you think will make things more special." My mind was reeling. I hardly heard him as I mentally repeated...go out....go out...go out...could I possibly handle that? Someone was bound to see me. I'd never live it down. What the hell was I going to do? Dom interrupted my vacant stare to ask, "Are you worried about the money? We're not freeloaders, we will provide a few hundred to cover everything." "Huh? What?" Was my only response. "Yep sweetheart, here is $300. You just go to that nice market down the road and get us everything on this list... And a little something for yourself if you want anything." I tried to think of anything that would get me out of this. I might pass, but I really couldn't be too sure. At least the Mary Janes wouldn't be too hard to drive in. Always look for the positive, that's me. Damn! In the end, I took the list and went out to my car. Still trying to look on the bright side, I thought "at least I will get away from them for a while." Probably a long while. This might not be so bad. I didn't run into any neighbors on the way to my car. Now all I had to do was not see anyone I knew at the store. The odds were definitely in my favor if I went to the store across town. Driving the speed limit all the way there was an odd experience. At one point, a couple of guys in a convertible made kissy faces at me. How do women stand that crap? Eventually I got to the store. It seemed like everyone was staring as I crossed the parking lot, and it didn't get any better in the store. Did they "make" me, or was it just the outfit? I kind of hoped I didn't have to find out. Now to the list: bananas, bratwurst, popsicles, cucumbers... I was sensing a theme. 2 bottles of vegetable oil? There were some more normal items too, but it definitely seemed to lean a certain way. SHIT! My boss, right in front of me in line. How much worse can this get? I quickly acted like I forgot something and retreated into the store. Did he see me? My heart thumping, I stayed in the back of the store for 15 minutes before venturing up again. This time, the old lady in front of me in line was someone I didn't know. Nevertheless, I cringed when I heard her talking to the cashier about me. The only word I could make out was "slut." If she only knew, I thought. But the bagboy. He was very helpful. He insisted on carrying my groceries to my car for me. It was pretty obvious that he liked the outfit. He made his little move right when I got the trunk open. He got the largest bags into the trunk and immediately dropped one of the smaller ones right behind me. Instantly he was on the ground right behind me picking things up. There was really little doubt that he was taking a look up my skirt. For a minute it was almost cute, then I realized he might see more than he expected and stepped away. But he only apologized for dropping things and stood up to go back to the store. I think he was more embarrassed than I was, probably because of the obvious erection in his pants. He stammered out a few more apologies before turning around and walking away. Now I could just find a place to hide for an hour or two and save myself some attention. Except for the damn popsicles. If they were melted, Dom would probably send me out again. I went directly home. Bo came right out to help me unload. Actually, he did most of it. He really was kind of sweet. I had to admit to myself that it was kind of nice having guys volunteer to help me with everything. Not worth it, but kind of nice. Definitely not worth it I repeated to myself when Bo patted me on the ass and jiggled the plug a little. The plug. I had completely forgotten it was in. How in the hell could I forget a large piece of rubber was stuffed up my ass? I couldn't even feel it anymore unless it was jiggled. Bo grinned at my expression and said, "Don't worry sweetie, you've got two more sizes before you are ready for me." That was the moment when Dom and Rick came in. Dom spoke up immediately. "As soon as you get those groceries put away, you can give us a little show putting in the next one darlin'." I put the groceries away as slowly as I could, but I still finished way too soon. A few minutes later, I was on my back in the living room, moaning like a slut while they slowly removed the plug in my ass. Dom commented that I was opening up nicely while Rick held the new plug up to my lips. Who am I? That's the question I asked myself as I closed my lips around it and put on a good show. I knew enough now to want it good and wet before they stuck it in me. And I was almost becoming dead to their catcalls and rude comments as I slutted out in front of them. Soon enough I was on all fours with Rick holding the plug behind me telling me that, if I wanted it, I would have to back onto it. If I wanted it. That wasn't really a question. I certainly didn't want it, but I knew I better want it. Slowly I eased back. This one was enough bigger that my moans were real. To get it in, I had to push back then ease forward, over and over, getting a little farther each time. I was "voluntarily" fucking myself with this huge plug. I couldn't believe how relieved I felt when I finally passed the widest part and the plug settled into place. I knew from experience that it would be uncomfortable for a while, but eventually I probably wouldn't feel it. Naturally, my little show got the guys all ready for more oral attention. Dom, then Rick, then Bo. As Bo shot his warm goo into my mouth, I actually thought to myself, "hmmm.... I think I am getting good at this." That perverse thought almost brought me to tears. Next, their slutty little schoolgirl had to flounce around cleaning and serving while they watched the basketball game on my big screen. Thank god Mary Janes don't have much of a heel. Still, I was kind of grateful when Dom patted the seat next to him and offered to explain the game to me. I could've been insulted, but instead, I was just glad for the rest. I was actually able to relax for a while, sitting there with Dom's arm around me. That ended suddenly when the doorbell rang. Dom jumped up to get it, moving so fast I was mystified. My relaxation vanished immediately when I realized he was showing someone in. Someone who came to my door and who would see me like this. Rick raised his eyebrow when I started to get up, so I just sat there with my heart thumping, wondering what would happen next. "PETRA!" The screech was unmistakable as she walked into the room with a huge grin. I had wondered how it could get worse. Now I had my answer. Lisa, the bitch who had gotten me into this in the first place, here undoubtedly to add to my torments. "Oh god honey, I have missed you so much," she said. I was too stunned to respond. "That's such a great outfit on you. You look really good." I had to admit to myself that in her tight leather skirt, she looked good too. But still, I said nothing. "Oh honey, aren't you at least going to say hi?" "Hi," I said, as I thought about what she might want with me now. She answered that thought quickly. "Well sweetheart, I wondered how you were doing, and when I thought about all the guys here, I decided you could share. So here I am. We are going to have so much fun." "Ummmm...ok." I mean crap what was I supposed to say? "So tell me all about what you have done so far guys. Has Petra been treating you well? Is she loose enough to take Bo here yet? Don't worry Petra, I'm not going to try to steal him from you. There's no way I could take that monster. But it will be so much fun to watch you. You're such a little slut. Look how you're all snuggled up to Dom there. You little minx." It was like her voice couldn't stop. Every word drove into my brain like a Mack truck. Minx. Slut. I was none of these things when I met her, and now I'm doing my best imitation of a cheap whore. And yet, I couldn't let her see any of my anger about this. So all I did was snuggle down more into Dom's embrace, careful to not even look in her direction. I didn't notice that she had come over and stood in front of me until I felt her hand caress my forehead and heard her say, "It's ok sweetie. I won't take too much of the guys attention away from you. In fact, I'll tell you what. You can suck down all of the cum today. I'll just help you a little in getting it out." I had turned towards her when she touched my forehead, and she naturally took that as agreement. "The poor dear was worried that I was going to steal all your yummy cum." "In fact, honey, I will even make it so that you get as much cock as you want today. I brought my strap-on just to be sure. And I bet the guys will get so turned on watching me fuck you that they'll be ready for another round in no time. So turn that frown upside-down and put this on me," she finished as she pulled a 9" strap-on out of her bag. I was on my knees, fumbling with the straps, not sure of what to do. That's when Lisa patted my head and in a sweetly condescending voice said, "silly, you know you have to take off my skirt first. And to get the little nub in my pussy, you'll have to take off my panties too. You're probably just fumbling because you're not that used to being with another girl." Fucking bitch just had to rub it in. Of course I was used to being with girls, I just wasn't used to being a girl for one. But she had to get her comment in. Soon I had her stripped down, and was about to get her strapped up when she asked me to lick her pussy a little, just to get her warmed up. If I didn't hate her so much, I might have actually enjoyed that part. Naturally she had to make it worse, talking about how only another girl could eat pussy so well. Eventually though, she was all strapped up, and I just kneeled there waiting for direction. The time seemed to just stretch on. Me, kneeling, trying not to look at the hard black rubber phallus sticking out of her crotch. Her, standing, staring down at me impatiently. Finally, she spoke. "Honey, we all see what you're staring at. We all know you want it. I even want to give it to you, but first I want to hear you ask." Goddamn her! I was going to have to ask her to fuck me up the ass with a strap-on. I hesitated as long as I could, but I knew that eventually I was going to ask. "Lisa, will you fuck me?" Rick was the first to comment. "Petra honey, we know you can do better than that. Don't worry, when Lisa's done, I'm sure we'll all be excited enough to give you some real cock." I had to get back into Petra mode. Then I had it. I bent over on all fours with my ass toward Lisa. Pulling up my skirt in back, I wiggled my butt and begged for Lisa's cock. That was apparently the right move because, in no time, she was kneeling behind me pulling down my panties. As she slid out the plug she exclaimed, "WOW! You might be too loose to feel much of this, but at least I'll enjoy it." In no time, she was shoving her cock into me. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or scared that it didn't hurt at all. It looked pretty big when I was strapping it on, but it didn't feel big at all going in. How loose was my ass getting? Even worse was the fact that I was starting to get a little bit hard. What the hell was happening to me. I was getting hard from being fucked in the ass. These thoughts flashed, but I just tried to stay in Petra mode. Kneeling there, taking it doggy style from a woman and acting like I was enjoying it. Is acting the right word? My dick was getting hard and I almost felt like I might cum. The amazing thing about a strap-on, is that it never gets soft. Lisa was in pretty good shape, and as she slammed away at me, it seemed like she would go on forever. Apparently, it was feeling pretty good for her, because she was moaning and shuddering every 10 minutes or so. But when she did, she would only pause for a minute, catch her breath, and then continue. I knew she had to stop eventually, but it seemed to take forever. And to top it off, something about it wouldn't let me cum. It was like I was on the edge of cumming for half an hour. At the end, I wasn't sure if it was Peter or Petra slamming back on each thrust and begging her to make me cum. What would happen to me with another whole day of this? In my head, I asked that question, but Saturday wasn't even over yet. And when Lisa pulled out and leaned back down on the couch, it became clear that the day wasn't over for the guys either. Apparently she was right, our little show had inspired them. All three were leaned back with hard cocks poking out of their flys. I tried to get out of it in a Petra way. "Sorry guys, but I do need a little rest before I tackle those," I said with a smile. I was a little surprised, and very happy when they all accepted that. Of course, I found out later that they were saving it up for that night. In any case, they made sure that my plug was back in before I could pull up my panties and go lay down. A little part of me wondered if it was a good idea leaving Lisa with the guys. Not that I was worried about her, but because I was worried what they might all come up with when I was out of the room. In the end I decided it was probably the same stuff they would come up with if I was out of the room, and at least this way I would have a few minutes to myself. I ended up crying myself to sleep on my pillow. Funny though, I hadn't cried for years. Lisa woke me up softly shaking my shoulder. She had a surprisingly soft look on her face. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked. "You have destroyed your mascara.....but you know, you're still gorgeous." How the hell do you respond to something like that. All I could say is "Why?" "Why are you gorgeous?" she barely kept the sarcasm out of her voice when she responded. "That's just how you were made hon." "Why did you do this to me? Why did you turn me into a slut? Why did you make me....Why did you make me into someone with an ass so loose I can barely feel what it is plugged with? Why me? What did I ever do to you?" The questions were pouring out of me at this point. It's not that I even expected answers, I just wanted her to feel bad, at least a little bit. But she did answer. "Petra, honey, I saw this side of you when we first met. It's what I do. I find boys like you and release the slutty little bitches they have inside of them. I knew when I first saw you that you were a hot little porn star that loved sex, even if you didn't know it yet. If you weren't, I couldn't have done this to you. But you'll find out for sure Monday morning. You'll be free to decide, slut? Or junior partner looking to move up? Until then, we own you. So go fix your makeup and get ready to be fucked by the biggest cock you'll ever see." I knew she was wrong. And I knew that the only way to show her was to do exactly what she wanted so that when Monday came I'd be free. I'd be Peter, and I'd be screwing every girl I could. If I'd thought about it, it would have been a little disconcerting how easy it was for me to fix my makeup and look like a slut again. Yet, it just seemed to come naturally. Just like brushing my teeth or tying a tie. Within minutes I looked like a hot little slut, ready for action. At that point I walked back out to the living room where the guys and Lisa were eating pizza and watching a basketball game. They quickly invited me to come sit with them, and I ended up sitting between Bo and Dom. They offered me a slice of pizza, but my stomach rolled just thinking about the rest of the night. I didn't want to be rude, so Petra replied for me. "Sorry hun, it takes work to maintain this figure." Naturally, it was Rick that responded, "Well then you are really doing the right kind of work. Mmmm..hmmm!" With that he licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. So we sat there watching basketball, with me snuggled between Dom and Bo, and Lisa snuggled between Dom and Rick. Just to push my buttons, Lisa kept commenting on the size of the players hands and feet and how that might relate to the size of other things. Then she would look at Bo and say, "well, I guess you're doing ok in that department anyway." Her laughs after these comments were a knife in my gut. I kept wanting to react, but each time I came close, Lisa would mouth the words "24 hours." If I could get through the next 24 hours it would be a miracle. Eventually the game ended. I wish I could claim to know who was playing, but all I could think about was Bo's cock. He was being really nice to me, rubbing my shoulders and holding me, but his dick scared me to death. When the buzzer went off and Dom turned off the TV, he leaned in and whispered, "Darlin' I sure hope you're ready." I jumped up like a scared grasshopper, because even Petra wasn't sure she was ready. But when everyone looked at me, my mind took over, and I covered by asking if anyone else wanted a drink. Lisa volunteered to help me and we took orders before sashaying into the kitchen. While we were in there making margaritas, I realized the one thing that might help me through this. For each shot of tequila I poured, I did one myself from the bottle. Lisa chuckled but didn't say anything. I just hoped it would kick in before things went too far. A few minutes later we were in the living room with a pitcher and some glasses. Waitress duty wasn't scary at all. The scary part was when Bo grabbed my hand and gently began to lead me to the bedroom. He was actually very sweet about it, but I couldn't stop thinking about what was about to happen. I actually started strategizing like, "If I blow him really well, he'll cum and that will be that." Clearly something had changed in my life if the thought of giving a really good blowjob was relaxing. He kept throwing me off though. When we got to the bedroom, he just stood behind me and softly began to massage my shoulders. Those big, meaty hands had a nice soft touch. I barely even noticed when he slid my top off my shoulders and started kissing my neck. One fleeting thought was, 'so this is what it's like if you're a woman with a man who really cares?' In spite of myself, I began to relax. Then he turned me around and slid my clothes off the rest of the way. With me standing there in white cotton panties and bra, he leaned in for a kiss. He was so gentle and so tender, it really wasn't hard to kiss him back. And it was as we stood there, with him holding me close, that I felt the monster stir. I could feel him getting excited, and I knew Petra had to go all out. I started by helping him get his shirt off. Then I leaned into his chest and began kissing my way down. When I got to his pants, I fumbled with the button for a second, and that almost killed it for me. Luckily he pulled me up into another kiss and unbuttoned his pants himself. If he had been wearing underwear, they would have been cutting off his circulation. I gently nudged him back on the bed and moved my head back down to...to... my god. It was just as big as it seemed before. Bo noticed my pause and commented, "All the ladies seem to react that way at first, but don't worry, it doesn't bite." Given the size of it, I wasn't so much worried about biting as I was about bursting, but when he chuckled, I managed to chuckle with him. I tentatively licked the tip, and then Petra took complete control, licking up and down the shaft, sucking the knob into my mouth with bulging cheeks, and stroking for all I was worth. A great white might have been able to deep throat this sucker, but even with the recent training, Petra wasn't up to it, and Bo wasn't surprised. When I couldn't even swallow the first third of it, he just grinned and said, "That's alright, you have other body parts that will do me just fine." Then he put me on my knees on the bed and began to stroke my ass through my panties. In my head, I just kept repeating "I'm a slut! I'm a slut! I'm a slut!" hoping that would keep Petra in control. It seemed to work, because when he pulled my panties down and began to work out the plug, I just moaned. Bo didn't slow at all, pouring some lube on my crack, squirting some in my hole, and placing his dick at the opening. "Honey, I'm gonna go slow, but you just let me know if I have to slow down even more." My response scared me a little when I thought about it later. I just said, "Come on and fuck me dammit!" So he did. I'd like to say that it tore me apart and that I screamed and bled, but they had prepared me too well. Oh it hurt a little going in, and there's no doubt that I felt every inch of it. But as much as I didn't want it, Petra clearly enjoyed the experience. Bo and Petra fucked in every position I've ever heard of, and she moaned the whole time, sometimes begging for more. I never even noticed Dom and Rick come in with the camera, though in the video tape, I look right at it. In the tape, you'd swear I was born for this, though seeing my little hard-on doesn't quite fit with the rest of the image. Eventually though, even Bo got tired. I was on my back at the time, with my legs up, and he pulled out, grabbed his dick, and shot a huge load of cum. The first shot hit my chin, but the rest coated my tits and my belly. Dom and Rick were still excited from before, so Rick immediately rubbed his dick in the slime on my belly, then shoved it in my mouth. I could barely catch my breath, but it didn't take much at all before Rick, and then Dom, shot their own loads down my throat. We all lost consciousness pretty quickly after that. I woke up slowly because someone else was moving on the bed. Bo was on his back on one side, and Dom was sitting on the other, staring at me. He had this strange grin on his face that kind of confused me until I followed the direction of his gaze. There was dried cum covering my belly. I almost threw up right then, but instead I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. At that point, I wasn't sure there was enough soap in the world to make me a man again. Mentally, I just kept reminding myself, one more day, but I knew this would stay with me a lot longer than that. As I tried to turn Petra back on, I wondered if there was such as person as Peter anymore. When I got out of the shower, there was a big, soft, pink terry cloth robe hanging on the door. I put it on and then whored myself up for the guys again. There were no clothes this time, so I just wore the robe as a walked back out. This time only Bo was there, staring at me and grinning. He was hard again, and I just walked to the bed and started working on him. I don't know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking anything, but once I had him nice and ready to go, I got up on my knees and patted my ass again. He didn't waste any time, just lubing me up and thrusting in. This time, it didn't even hurt. Before I knew it, I felt him pumping away. And I was pumping back against him, once again acting the total slut. This time, he didn't pull out to cum, and I felt every jet of him shooting deep into me. As he softened and pulled out, I heard clapping. Lisa was standing there with a camera applauding. All she said was, "Oh Petra, that was amazing." Inside of me, Petra kind of beamed, and I felt Peter slip away a little further. We all spent the rest of Sunday just lounging around and watching TV. I never had to put on more than the robe. Lisa and I both gave a couple of blowjobs, and she had another session with my ass, but the whole day seemed anti-climactic. The only weird part was that I kept having to run to the bathroom to wipe off the cum that was draining from my ass and down my legs. Lisa would signal me by grinning and saying, "Petra, you've got drippies." And then off I'd run. At about 10, she got a call, and they all packed up and got ready to leave. Everyone hugged me and went out to the car that arrived for them. Lisa was last. "Are you sure you want to go back to Peter?" she asked with no sarcasm in her voice at all. Without hesitation for thought, I practically shouted, "YES!" She kind of grinned at that and turned to leave. Then she turned back, hugged me again, and handed me a card, "Just in case," she said. I didn't even look at the card as I tossed it in the bathroom trash. Then I began the long strange trip back to being Peter. I got the breasts and the makeup off, did my hair, and looked in the mirror. The body hair would take time to grow back The eyebrows might look a little funny for a while. But it was me. Monday morning, I arrived at work early in a suit and tie. I grabbed some coffee, flirted with a couple of early secretaries, and started in. At about 10 a.m., I was buzzed to come to the office of the managing partner. It was a little unusual, but I did have a couple of big cases in the works, so I wasn't too surprised. We were alone in his office when he grabbed a remote off his desk, aimed at a video screen behind me, and started talking. "Peter, in light of recent events, it seems we're going to have to let you go.... Unless... Well, there's a woman named Petra, we'd like to hire to do legal research in your place. Perhaps you know her, she looks like she could be related to you." Looking into the mirror behind his desk, I saw the screen flicker to life. Naturally, the first scene was of a man in a little shower, spreading cream over his body to transform into a woman.