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3 years of marital bliss. That after going out for 3 years. I knew I could have done far worse. We were happy together and the business we ran as a partnership had stormed. We'd met initially at design school, had hit it off both in the sheets and mentally as we shared a view of the world. The fact I had a spatial awareness to take care of the layout and she had a penchant for colour and texture meant our skills complimented each other. Our business was going well. So well that we'd been able to purchase our own home and do it up as a showcase as well as place of business. Our style was a blend of modernist and tradition that suited renovated old homes and barn conversions. Our place was just that, the old workhouse attached to a walled garden in the corner of a huge old estate. The owning family had sold it off as a way to pay for a new roof and rebuild of a grand ballroom. It was far enough away from the main house that it didn't impinge on their life, and gave us the privacy we craved. Working the garden had been a push, but the two acres were a canvas we were enjoying painting. With work still to do on the second garden (it was split into three), the one closest to the house was reworked with a pool, huge terrace and garden that meant the indoor space flowed with the outdoor. Living with Jules was great. Every time I looked at her I wondered how I'd got so lucky. Her body was a blend of smooth curves with not an ounce of fat in the wrong place. She didn't have a big rack, but her breasts made a nice handful. We were the same height, which made for all sorts of pleasant opportunities. I was fit myself with more of a swimmers build than a body builder, but I'd lucked out in the size sweepstakes so compensated in other ways. Though no Holmes in size I was enough above average that no girl, and especially Jules, had ever complained. Life was good. Even good enough that we'd taken a short break between contracts to work more on the house. We'd done up the interior in a big semi open plan format what with the tall vaulted ceiling, but that second garden was on our minds. I was actually out digging up a bed when it all went haywire. I still remember her asking me to come in. Her voice sounded odd on the radiophone we used to keep in touch, but when she didn't respond to my query I wasn't worried. Walking in to find a man holding her up against himself with a knife to her throat stopped me in my tracks. I immediately made out a second roaming picking things up and examining them, then I found the third grab me and felt the cold steel against my own throat. "Good, glad we're all together now. Can I introduce us? I'm James," This from the man holding Jules, "This is Robert," the man wandering about smiled pleasantly at each of us in turn, "and finally Timothy. You may have noticed a passing resemblance, and indeed we are identical triplets." Though with different hairstyles and cloths, the two faces I could see snapped into focus. They looked familiar somehow, but I wasn't placing it. "You may wonder why we are here. Its simple really, we have performed the heist of the year, taking down a courier van full of lovely cash from Heathrow, but it didn't entirely go to plan. The poor unfortunate driver resisted and had to be killed, thus we had to bring on Plan B and go into hiding for a while. With a death in the job the police will be looking much harder than they had originally. Your fine house is an excellent hiding hole as it lets us live lavishly, even being able to get outdoors, without much issue." "The two of you provide us an ability to get the supplies we need, and as your were already somewhat recluses, no one will particularly notice you being a bit more so. Nice isn't it? You even gave us the opportunity to check you out with the tiny little business you run." The nagging memory came back. We'd had a lead come and visit a while back, and it was one of them. Jules had dealt with it primarily, but they'd checked out the house as part of our usual song and dance showing what we could do. "Now, as to how things will work. You are each ransom for the other. Behave and do as you're told and nothing will happen. Misbehave and it will go poorly. You may have gathered we don't mind a little violence and your deaths would be missed by no one." He was spot on. Both our sets of parents where dead and we were both single kids. It was part of what had attracted us each to the other. A few close friends would question, but none where close enough likely to push hard. "Clearly, our relaxation and enjoyment in this confinement is your primary goal. We have money, lots of it, and will provide funds so that it can look like you're on a big project. Your time will then be free to focus on us. We have different roles in mind for each of you." "Beauty here will be our physical entertainment." He moved a hand up to cup a breast. My mouth went dry. I started to struggle to feel the knife press closer. "Hubby over there will take on butler duties and keep the house tidy and us fed and cared for. Simple isn't it?" The one who'd been wandering around then moved over to Jules. He had this long black rod thing. "Just to demonstrate your need to behave, Robert will now demonstrate." He poked the thing at Jules who suddenly convulsed and yelled out. I started to struggle again, but was held firm and reminded of the knife. Jules curled up on the floor as the bastard held whatever it was to her. She was clearly in huge pain. He let up and she lengthened back out, whimpering. Then he walked towards me. I looked at the probe, some sort of cattle prod, in horror. He touched me and my body was wracked with more pain than I'd ever felt. Like I was distant from my own body I felt myself fall and curl up into the foetal position. I'd never experience such pain ever in my life. It was awful, all consuming. It went away, and I slowly came back. I found myself on the floor, and remembered falling. Like I'd run a marathon I slowly lifted myself to my hands and knees, every muscle aching. There was a whimper, and a muted, "No... please don't." Lifting my ten tonne head I looked to see one of them holding Jules, his hand up under her t-shirt. A sudden rage filled me and I jumped forward, only to find my body again suffused with pain. Distantly I heard Jules calling my name, shouting at them not to hurt me. The pain went, and I slowly recovered. "Talk to him, reason with him. We don't want to hurt you, but we will have our way." I could hear Jules crying, and again lifted my heavy head. "Don't... don't fight. I'll do what they want, just don't fight!" The bastard, with a big grin, stood back. Jules, sobbing pulled her t-shirt over her head and stood there as two of them moved towards her. One was standing over me, so I just lay there, collecting myself, thinking hard. The two worked like a team on Jules. One from behind, undoing her bra, while the other touched her, stroked her. It wasn't violent, but from her cringes and the look on her face I knew she didn't want to. I couldn't stand it, she was my wife! Taking a chance I looked up to find the one straddling me looking on with a big grin on his face. I had a moment, and taking a deep breath I concentrated, then used years of Judo training to hit his leg just so. He leg went out, but he recovered. In an instant we were fighting. I knew I was good, but god damn him he was better. Before I understood what moves he had I was in an arm lock, my wrist forced up behind me. One of the two with Jules walked over shaking his head. "We can't have you fighting. It just won't do. You have to learn to behave." I tensed my stomach, expecting to be punched. Instead he lifted one of the prods. "Believe it or not, we don't like pain. Its so unnecessary." Still he poked me and my world condensed back into a ball of pain. When I came back I found my wrists and ankles shackled together, my arms behind my back and my legs bent double to connect everything. A patch of gaffers tape over my mouth completed my helplessness. Now all three were working on Jane. One was on his knees kissing between her legs, one was suckling on a nipple, the third kissing her neck. Her face looked like she couldn't figure out what was happening. It went on, and on, eventually she was bent over. Her eyes locked on mine, then widened as something pushed into her. God, I wanted to die. Sometime later I experienced the first of what was to become a regular, if disconcerting, experience. "You know, its..." "Yeah, offputting..." "Shall I..." The talked over and through each other, sometimes finishing each other's sentence. One of them broke away. Totally nude and sprouting a big glistening hard on I was hoisted up, taken up our big open stairs and dumped into one of the few enclosed rooms, our changing cupboard. It didn't stop me hearing. I think I almost went mad. Was that a cry of pain or something else? I'd made her sound the same way so very many times. I just didn't know. It went on and on. I think I may have slept, I wasn't sure. There were breaks. I could hear the toilet being used, and the downstairs shower. Otherwise it was the soft cries and wet slaps of sex. It went quiet finally, but not for long. The sun started to rise. Bodies moved into the room with me, and I looked up to see two of them. One started putting something up in the corner of the room. The other stood behind a nude Jules. She looked completely dishevelled. Cum dribbled down between her legs. "Are you going to be a good boy?" A response was expected. I gritted my teeth, then nodded. Somehow I'd get us safe. Somehow I'd get revenge. It would need time. "Good. The girl here needs some help getting cleaned up and dressed. She's going out. We'll tell you how that works once she's ready. She also knows how other things are going to work and will fill you in. Just one thing I'll say. You can kiss, you can cuddle, you can't fuck. Her pussy isn't yours anymore. I'm not going to keep you celibate; she can let you know how that'll work. Understand?" I felt humiliated, angry, resentful, and there was sweet FA I could do about it just then. I nodded and the two men left the room. Jules came over, obviously shaky herself, and undid my bindings. I grabbed her and she just started crying. I felt like there was nothing I could say or do other than hold her. I tried not to think about what was rubbing off on me from her body. Her sobs slowed, then she just stood, took my hand and led me to the ensuite and our big shower. I stripped off and joined her. We just held each other again. Despite myself I went hard. Jules pulled back, a look of anger on her face. She slapped me and I knew I deserved it. "Just wash me down Charlie, just wash me down. I'm not supposed to do it myself and they've put in cameras everywhere to watch." She pointed to a little round ball in the corner of the room with a lens. Fuck. I took a face cloth and soap and just began to wash her off. She closed her eyes and just let me do it. If not for the circumstance it would have been incredibly erotic. As I started to sponge very softly between her legs, she started sobbing. I went to stand, but she shook her head and just mouth, "Just wash me." I did. Her pussy lips looked distended and sore, but then I'd never looked too closely after we'd made love before. We often did it twice in a day, sometimes three times, one a week or two more than that. We both had big sex drives and had been happy with each other. I stood when she was washed off, and she quietly got me to wash her hair. It wasn't something I'd done before, and it was kind of nice. After the horror of last night, it felt good to be able to just take care of her. Finally she turned towards me. She couldn't look me in the eye. "Turn around." Puzzled, I did and felt her press up against my back. "We can't make love, but I'm supposed to give you hand jobs." Her hand wrapped around me. I couldn't help it, I went instantly hard. She knew how to do me, and it didn't take long before I jetted off into the shower. As she turned the water off, and we stepped out I felt ashamed of myself. I shot a hateful glance at the camera in the corner. Had they been watching? Assholes. We went back to the dressing room and she quickly picked out some things. "Uhmm, you're supposed to help me dress." As I picked up one of her sexiest pairs of knickers I had to clamp my jaws shut. "Don't... don't say anything. I have to go out shopping for completely new cloths for both of us." She snorted. "At least you'll get to wear cloths. I'm supposed to dance around the house in sexy smalls all the time." I helped her into them, then with a bra. She shot me a guilty glance. "You've got to pack up all of our cloths into black bags. They're going out." I helped her into one of her best dresses. She almost never wore dresses or skirts. My Jules was a jeans and t-shirt girl, mostly with simple M&S white smalls. Looks like that was going to change. "I'm buying you knew stuff. Stand still." She got out her tape measure and put it around my chest. "They've decided they don't like another guy around the house." "I... I don't understand." "I'm to buy you girls cloths." I went still, shocked. A tone of anger entered Jules voice and I looked over to see her face suddenly livid. She never got angry, never. "If I have to spread my legs to keep us alive, you can wear a girls skirt. Deal!" I went silent, doubly humiliated, but also ashamed. She was right. Didn't mean I had to like it. "While I'm gone you have to completely shave your body and I'd recommend you use my body lotion afterwards. You'll sting." She handed me a pair of her simple hipster knickers. "Put these on while I finish." Feeling myself flush I pulled the stretchy things up my legs. What the hell was going on? She sat down and quickly sorted her hair and light makeup. "Tuck it in better, between your legs. You bulge." She said it so matter of fact, like I'd put on the wrong tie or something. I didn't know I could feel any more humiliated, but I did. Taking my hand she led me out. One was working on our computer, the other two where just lounging. "Good. Girly has to go out shopping. The other girly has to get ready. But... So we're clear." The two guys stood up and I quickly had these odd tight bracelets done up on a wrist and an ankle. I was led towards the door, and my hand was stuck out. It felt like my arm had just been shoved into boiling oil. "The house and garden have been wired. Stay inside and you'll feel nothing. Step outside and... pain. They're both trapped. You might, maybe get one off. Likely not as the pain will hit before it should be possible. If you do, the second automatically trips in without any limits. It might just be pain, it might fry your brain, it might kill you. Don't know." Then I had this tight collar done up around my neck. "This though..." He punched something and I could make out a counter in the mirror by the door. It started counting down seconds. "This is girly's limit out of the house. It can't be reset. If you're back in time we take it off. If you're not... pain. Oh, and its set to the burglar alarms. If anyone, like the police say, try to break in?" Jules looked at me scared, then grabbed her handbag and darted out of the house. "Go clean up." Scared, embarrassed, angry, frustrated... I went back up to our ensuite. It is not fun shaving your entire body and Jules was right, it stung. I was glad of the lotion, though somewhat sickened at the light floral scent. My skin felt smooth and bare. I wasn't a hirsute man, but oddly not having pubic or underarm hair made me more exposed. Damned if I was going to go downstairs uncalled for, so I just sat and shivered in the warm room. The clock ticked, getting closer and closer. I refused to believe she'd run away leaving me here, but had she got into a car accident, been mugged? It clicked down into 20 minutes, 10... Finally, she ran into the room, and I felt relief flood through me. She was winded and supported herself on one arm against the wall. I looked her up and down, shocked at the transformation. She had on a loose mini skirt, and from my seat on the floor it was clear she had on stockings. A short silk T-shirt and again, from below I could see a sexy black push up bra. My Jules never dressed like this, and once again, if it wasn't for the circumstance I'd be pawing the floor and howling at the moon. Her hand tugged at the skirt. "Think they'll like it?" Not, do you like it, will THEY like it. I nodded mutely, unable to say anything to that. Then she handed me a small bag with "Miss Selfridge" on the side. Fuck. "I was told to put something specific aside for today. You've got to unload the car. My stuff is in the boot, yours in the back seat. Put it all away, I have to trust you to be able to find things again so pay attention. Then." She reached into her handbag and picked out a small card. "You've got an appointment at three. Plus the guys have a shopping list. Get ready fast yeah?" She dashed out and I opened the bag, my heart sinking. It was all latest trendy teen age girl stuff. I wanted to cry, but that would help nothing. My cock felt cold and shrivelled, so it was easy to tuck away into the small silk hipster thong. A matching training bra, just my size, then a tight mini skirt, loose transparent white blouse that didn't cover my belly button and clunky platform shoes. I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I expected to see a guy in drag. Instead I saw a almost pretty young girl with maybe a squarish face and a too rippled tummy, but I looked just like a fit young girl. Fuck. It took me ten minutes to get the nerve up to leave the room. It didn't help that when I went downstairs Jules was seated between two of them. One had a hand up under her skirt, the other had a hand up under her shirt. One was kissing her deeply. Both were nude and she had one hard cock in her hand, slowly stroking it. I forced my eyes away and walked to the garage door. A wolf whistle from behind me just made me blush deeper. "Not bad!" "Has promise, did you..." "Yeah, arrives tomorrow." As quick as I could I hustled the huge volumes of bags up the stairs. There was a lot of it, and it took time to unpack it all and put it away. I actually blushed at some of the stuff she had bought. Why the fuck had she never bought cloths like this to wear for me? I didn't pay attention to the time, and was totally shocked when my arm was grabbed and I was dragged by one of them downstairs. Jules was currently straddling one, more or less nude now. "You're almost late. That's not allowed. You have two choices, you're wife gets zapped or you get spanked. Which is it?" I looked at Jules in horror, the look on her face matching mine. Grinding my teeth again I looked down. "I was almost done." "Not good enough. Zap or spank?" "Do it to me, get it over with." He laughed, sat on one of our ultra modern dinning chairs and hauled me over his lap. My skirt was yanked up, and his hand landed hard on my bottom five times. I was determined not to do or say anything, but fuck it hurt and I cried out at the last one. I was helped to stand and I quickly tugged the skirt back in place. Jules eyes caught mine, she had on that breathless look I so loved seeing on her face when we made love. "Thank you," she mouthed. The bastard she was straddled over grinned at me and licked at a nipple, making her shudder. I know she loved that and that they'd already figured it out made me quiver with anger. I had to go, and grabbed my new handbag and literally ran to the garage, their laughter following me. Just as I got in the car one of them ran out and took off the bracelets. "You're a free bird for three hours, be back by then or girlie gets zapped!" I dove off with a zip of tires on the gravel. I never drove this fast and after a bit slowed down. That was the insidiousness of what they'd done. I couldn't even kill myself without knowing Jules would be killed. It didn't take long to get to the salon. I'd never been there, but it was one of the posh modern ones in the centre of our small town. As I walked from the car I didn't know whether to tug my skirt down or pull it up. My belly being exposed left me feeling almost naked. I was also sure someone would recognise me. We didn't spend much time in this town, but neither were we unknown. No one looked, no one pointed. I wasn't sure whether I was glad or horrified. I got to the salon, and, expecting them to laugh, but got fussed over. "Your sister told us it was time for you to get all grown up. We'll make you proud, I promise. She told us everything you wanted. Don't you worry about a thing." Not knowing what to expect I was surrounded by activity. My hair was washed, trimmed then done up with gunk and small bits of tin foil. Then, my head under a head lamp, my finger and toe nails where worked on. That done my hair was finished off, a sort of dirty blond appearing. I was then whisked away to a back room, and had my ears and belly button pierced. I kept control, just, but hated every second. Somehow I managed to survive doing the shopping. The mix of fear, adrenaline and shame was not a brew I'd suggest. By the time I got home, well in time for Jules clock, I was exhausted. I walked in, weighed down with carrier bags. All was pretty calm. One guy, I still couldn't tell them apart, was on the computer, another I could make out reading a book on the terrace, the third was curled up on the sofa was Jules. Her head was resting on his shoulder, though when she saw me she sat up with this mix of guilt and embarrassment. He just grinned at me, pulled her back down and took the neck collar off. I just hurried over to the kitchen, wanted to get done and disappear again. I hurriedly started putting things away, noticing Jules walking buy with one of the bastards. His arm was protectively around her. They went upstairs and I heard the shower go on. I kept on unloading the car and the bags. As I did a hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped. Immediately I felt stupid and once again ashamed at myself. I was a grown man, I shouldn't jump because someone touched me. "You get some beer?" I took a breath, calmed myself, and got him one out. "Cheers." He just grinned and turned away. "Nice doo by the way." I shut my eyes and took another calming breath. "Oh, steaks for dinner I think." Another breath. Movement attracted my eye and I looked up to see Jules going down to her knees in the shower in front of the guy. I so regretted going open plan. It had seemed a good idea at the time, but now it left me nowhere to hide. I busied myself with doing dinner. I prided myself on being a good cook, but was tempted to ruin it. Problem was I suspected that meant punishment for me or Jules or what the hell. The other guy came down the steps, and shortly afterwards Jules in this fuck me black corset, stockings and tiny knickers. She flashed an embarrassed look at me, but came and helped with laying the table. Then she stopped and did a double take. "Wow. I didn't expect..." "Yeah, not bad." "Not bad at all." "Still too young for my taste." "Too young, yeah." I served up the meal, watched as one sitting beside lay a hand on Jules leg, then ran upstairs and threw up. I stayed there, trying to block out the laughter, then the other sounds. Sometime later it went quiet but for the sound of the telly and men quietly laughing and talking to each other. Someone stood at the door to the dressing room. It was dim, I'd not bothered with a light. Jules turned it on. She was still in the corset, but the bra cups where curled down and she had lost the knickers. Cum was slashed on her tits and down her legs. In her hands was one of the prods. Her feet did this little fidget dance I knew too well. It meant she had to do something she didn't want to do. "Uhmm, don't hate me." "I don't" I didn't, and it was heartfelt. I couldn't hate her. "Oh god, uhh, don't use that voice, talk softer, higher, OK?" "Yeah." "Uhmm, you're supposed to... oh god... lick me clean." "Jesus no." My voice felt as hoarse as my emotions. "You have to, otherwise I've got to use this." She held up the prod. "Jules, please, don't let them do this to us." "I'm not." That steel entered her voice. "They have us, you know it, I know it, they know it. We have to play their game, win some time, get them to relax. Work with me, don't fight! God knows I've drunk gallons of the stuff, you can lick a little off." I looked down, trying to get my emotions in control. She actually lifted the prod. "All right!" I moved over and sat at her feet. I took a deep breath, another, then leaned forward and put my tongue out. Some of the slime slid onto my tongue. I turned, rushed to the toilet and vomited again. Jules was there, a cold cloth in her hand, she wiped my face, stroked my hair, helped calm me. Then she stood, took my head in her hands and pulled my face forward. "They might be watching." I started, held down my gorge, licked their cum off my wife. It wasn't so much the taste, or even the texture, it was the thought. I cleaned her, then she helped me undress and we showered. "We can still make love, you know that, we just can't have sex." I nodded and we slowly washed each other. We got out and dried each other off. She handed me a new bra and knicker set. "We're to throw out anything we've worn. They want us in new cloths all the time." I nodded understanding and hate at the same time. I expected to put more cloths on and go downstairs to clean up. Instead I was led over to a mat on the floor I hadn't noticed before. "Its where you're to sleep. I'm with them. Lay down." I didn't understand, "I still have to clean..." A finger went to my lips. "Relax. Its my time to... what did they call it? Milk you." She giggled, making me snort. I lay down and she slid a soft set of eye blinds over my head. Then her soft hand reached inside my pants, no... my knickers. "Close your eyes." I did and heard a buzz. She moved a cold, but slick and vibrating thing against my cock. The joint feel of her hand and the vibrator made me go stiff. Another buzz started and her other hand moved between my legs. I gasped as she put a tip against my anus. "Shh, relax." Using both she took me to an orgasm that was frankly pretty incredible. I made a mess, a big one, and she smiled at me triumphantly. "Huh, baby liked that? I wasn't sure, but I'm glad you did." We cleaned me up. I changed into yet another bra and knicker set, then a floaty dress thing. She put on new lingerie and hand in hand we went downstairs. "Hey baby!" I looked down, they'd been watching, listening. "Like that?" All three laughed. "Don't! Its bad enough what you're doing. Don't tease!" They kept laughing, but one pulled Jules down over her lap and she was playfully spanked as she kicked and yelled at them. One of them, eventually bored, tapped at a prod and Jules went still. I kept cleaning, knowing I couldn't help, couldn't intervene. She was stood up and turned around. Three set of hands began to roam over her. "Hey Baby." It was obviously my new name. "Come here." Suddenly nervous I did. Jules was being put down on her knees. She was flushed, whether from arousal or anger I didn't know. Maybe it was both. The one behind slipped out of his shorts, it was all he was wearing. His cock started to grow. "Pull her knickers down for me." Another humiliation. I felt like fighting, but one of them tapped a prod against his leg and nodded down at Jules. Do it or she would be punished, it was a very clear message. I knelt and after a useless calming breath, pulled her knickers down. "Guide me in." His cock was hard. I'd never touched another man's cock. I wasn't homophobic, I had gay friends. It was just I could look at a nude man and at most be mildly critical. I'd look at a nude woman and be instantly turned on. The prod went tap tap tap against the other guys leg. Swallowing my pride yet again I reached out and took ahold. It twitched and I jumped. My head was patted, "Baby's scared of a little old cock!" Grimacing I reached out again, took hold and guided it to my wife's pussy. He didn't push in much, just got the tip in place. "Move around front. Look her in the eyes. Kiss her and tell her its OK. She's been holding back. We don't want her to. Give her permission." "Please..." I heard the begging in my voice. I couldn't believe what they were asking me to do. "Please..." Tap tap tap. The threat was so simple. Its what made it so effective. If it was my own pain I could manage, but they were threatening Jules. I moved around in front of her, took her face in my hands as our eyes locked into each other. Hers grew wide and it was clear what was happening. "God... I don't..." She shook her head. "Tell her." My voice sounded as broken as I felt, "Its OK darling." "Oh god... is it... is it..." He was speeding up. "Kiss me... love me..." I kissed her, our eyes staying open and I felt her body shudder as the orgasm pushed the air out of her lungs into mine. I pulled back, to see her panting. One man moved back another forward. Again her eyes grew wide. "Oh please... no... I don't..." I felt a tear form in one eye. Taking her face again, I lightly kissed her. I so wanted her to resist, but they were watching. Better she feel pleasure than pain. "Its OK." She came again. I knew her, once in the grove she was multi-orgasmic. "Feel her up, you probably know how. We want to see how far she can go now she's warmed up." Our eyes still locked I moved my hands down to her swaying breasts. Lightly rubbing her nipples I saw her come again. Number two moved away and number three moved up. Again the eye widening. Again the soft protests. Again she came. I was moved aside and a cock was put to her lips. "Look up at me girlie." Her eyes left mine and they moved upwards to the man in front. She came again. The killed me the most, her cumming while her eyes where locked on another man. Softly sobbing to myself I went back to cleaning up. With them still at it I went up to my mat and saw a baby doll nighty laying on it. Still sobbing I cleaned up, changed, and lay down. Never in my life had I cried myself to sleep. I suppose I didn't that night either as I didn't really sleep. Getting interrupted once to find Jules crouched over me, lowering herself on my face while one of the bastards watched didn't help. Still, I must have dozed as I was functional enough the next morning to get myself up and dressed in time to get breakfast ready. The next week is this weird blur. More of the same, more humiliation, more pain. I lost it a couple of times, though seeing Jules get punished checked me each time. I got spanked if I did the littlest thing wrong. The bastards switched it so that Jules spanked me, though they spanked Jules. Lots of stuff started arriving. New high tech audio visual stuff, we had only the smallest telly that we had used for the news. Exercise gear we had to fit into our small gym at the bottom of the garden. Mostly I had used free weights and Jules wanted the floor sprung so that she could do aerobics. Now I did aerobics too with Jules, plus things I'd never done like on a stair climber. The guys used the free weights and the heavy weight gear. A big supply of all sorts of vitamins arrived. Some for the guys, some for Jules and some for me. They took the labels off, which made me suspicious, but they made sure I took mine every day. I think Jules knew, but she dodged the question. Some big items arrived that made sense only if you had a warped mind. First was a full laser hair removal kit. It took us a while to work it out, then Jules and I spent the next weeks slowly defoliated each other. I didn't want to, really didn't want to, but Jules told me she secretly loved the thought of me without hair. The second big item turned out to be for colonic irrigations. The guys used it on themselves, though thankfully Jules and I weren't made to help. She and I were told in no uncertain terms to do ourselves daily. It was odd, at first slightly painful making you feel cramped and bloated. Then though, I found myself with more energy and feeling somehow lighter. Weird. Jules was tasked with "making me girlie too". She had to teach me make up, how to do my hair, how to walk, how to sit, all sorts of incredibly tedious things. Sometimes they watched and made her use the prod. Sometimes when they weren't there she pretended to use the prod and I quickly learned to fake it. Still, I had to learn it. "Milkings" happened at least twice a day, sometimes more. I both loved and hated those times. For one, it was a time for us to be alone, but god how all I wanted to do was bend her over myself and push in. Instead I got these hand jobs and played with using vibrators and probes. She started pushing things up my ass, and when I protested told me to relax, that I had to. She never said more than that, and it scared me. I didn't want to think about why I had to. Yet... though at first it left me sore, the more she did it, the more it felt good. I didn't want it, but she was always good at reading my pleasure, she knew how to make me like it. I still remember the night she got me on my hands and knees, then slowly eased something in. She never let me see what she used, but then I didn't really want to see it. Her hands slid over me, then centred on my chest. I'd become so sensitive there, but didn't want to think about that. She talked to me all the while, its helped. We'd never really talked much during sex, so that was new to me. IT was all rude stuff, it was her soft and loving voice. It helped me clear my mind in ways I never had before. Not thinking about it brought things on. The combination was intense, and I was soon panting. I came, and only then realised I'd done it without her touching my cock, or my even getting hard much. I thought she'd stop, but she didn't, "Shh baby, I think you can get another one... Relax..." She'd never called me that in private before, but she was right, I came again. She kept on like that, putting things in my ass to make me orgasm. I think they got bigger, I was never entirely sure. As she did it all so slowly, it didn't hurt really. Sometimes it burned, but mostly to my amazement and shame, it made me feel good. One night it got really strange. I was on my hands and knees, keeping my eyes closed. I felt her slowly push something inside me, then a hand wrapped around to touch my chest, then another. The vibrator in my anus still moved in and out. How was she doing that? "Like it baby? This way we can cum together." I didn't understand and really didn't want to think about it. Still, we did cum together, and I liked that. It wasn't a masculine way of having sex, but it felt loving. I needed that right now far more than anything else. Worst was the continual sex. A few things happened that kept me destabilised and insecure. The first happened early on. Jules came to me early one morning and apologised for having to leave for the day. I asked why, nervous about being alone with the guys and was stunned when she said they wanted her "enhanced". She seemed scared, and had always been critical of women who did that to themselves. We talked it through, but it was clear she'd accepted it. She hinted at the threats that had been made against me if she didn't. She went away, and I spent a weird day. They mostly ignored me other than asking for things, but I caught them jerking off alone and together a couple times. Jesus, they were bloody insatiable. She came back late that night. Poor thing was groggy and in a bit of pain. Thank god the bastards left her alone and let me care for her for the next day. That was about all they gave her though. Putting on body covering corsets and leather gear to hide her bruises she went back to them. I was shocked at how bruised she was, shocked even more at how big she was, plus she had bigger lips and thinned eyebrows. It was agony. As the bruises disappeared a new uber Jules appeared. Though I'd never complained, Jules had always had a hot body, she'd gone from nice Cs to big firm Jordan size breasts. Having a dream version of your wife always within touch, but never touchable was bad enough. Having to watch other men grope and maul the breasts you drempt about was worse. Far far worse. The next horror happened not long after she healed. I was putting some things away when Jules walked in, looked over her shoulder then literally shoved me into a cupboard and pulled the door shut. Her hand shot into my knickers as she turned around. "They want to fuck my ass. I can't say no, but I want you in there first. Shove, fast." I was instantly hard just from her hand, the news was horrific yet what guy wouldn't get turned on. We fumbled and with a feeling of triumph and relief I felt the tip of my cock get lined up and started to push. "Don't worry about me, I don't care if it hurts." Then the door opened, and one of the bastards pulled us out, laughing. I saw a prod lifted and didn't get a chance to think much more as the pain overwhelmed me. I came to finding Jules collapsed over me, crying. We were both lifted and taken down to the living room. I had no fight left. Jules was instructed to undress and get down on all fours. I was handed a small thin vibrator. "You get to prepare her. Take some time, rim her out, heat her up. Work things up in size." They lounged around and watched as I knelt and slowly touched that perfect ass. For the next three hours I was made to carry out their explicit instructions. I kissed, licked, probed and penetrated her bottom until they deemed her ready. Then one came over, I was made to lube up his cock, then told to sit in front of her and kiss her face. Tears streaming down my face I saw her eyes go wide as she mouthed my name. I'd turned her on, kept her on edge and had been watched very carefully to ensure she didn't cum. As his cock pushed in her ass, she did. I had to sit there and watch my wife cum as another man took her final cherry. On top of all the other humiliations it was perhaps the worst. It was a horror, watching them circle around her like sharks. They made me help and I got over my squeamishness of holding cocks. They didn't ask me to do more than point it here, move it there thank god. I had to clean her up all the time, and I also got over my squeamishness about that. How far I got over it hit hard one day. My new name was called and I went over to find Jules on hands and knees, one of the lugs kneeling behind her. "Lube me up Baby!" I squirted lube on my hands from one of the many containers scattered around the house, and reached out to grease him up, then pointed him at her ass. As he slid in it hit me like a punch what I'd just done. I felt pale, and looked to see Jules grinning back at us. The bastard put his hand around my waist, casual contact from the guys was becoming frequent. "Hey, do her." Jules looked wide eyed up at him in shock, then blinking, reached back up under my skirt. She started rubbing my cock through the thin silk of my knickers. I actually whimpered. It was so deeply humiliating, and yet... and yet... I got aroused. This guy was ass fucking my wife and she was giving me a hand job through girls silk knickers and I got aroused. I jerked away and ran sobbing from the room. Later Jules came and found me, layed me out and without undressing me, lay against me, put a hand up under my skirt and began playing with me again. "Darling," She only called me that in private, "I know it was a shock, but... it would be better for your if you didn't resist. They think it would be funny to have you aroused from them doing things to me. If you resist they'll work it harder and harder. If you give in, let it happen, it becomes normal and they'll relax about it. Do you understand?" I sobbed, not wanting to reply. Her warped logic made sense, but that didn't mean I liked it. From then on her touching me while one or more of them fucked her became common. The first time I creamed my knickers while one of them slid his cock down her throat I had to run away and vomit. The first time I felt myself getting warm, my chest tingling while one of them felt her up I had to stop what I was doing as a panic attack came over me. It was that night I first thought of killing myself. It had crossed my mind before, but even with all that was going on I had dismissed it. I felt certain we'd still get out of this. That night though I wasn't so sure. We had both changed. Jules, though she said it was just a ploy when we were alone, seemed to get along, even enjoy being with the guys. I often felt left out as they joked and played. Jules took to treating me disdainfully and even cruelly around them, though she always apologised in private. Now here I was changing too, imagine my getting aroused from another man doing my wife? I joked about it to Jules when we were alone to have her turn on me angrily. "No, never. It is not an option. Despite the fact if you died I'd be dead shortly after, I will not let you off so easy. You will not. I couldn't live with it even if I escaped. You must not! We will get away, we will. We just have to keep them relaxed, keep them happy. One of these days they'll let their guard down, so don't give up!" She was shaking me, and it hit me suicide wasn't just a thought in my mind. We collapsed against each other, both crying. I never mentioned it again, but at least it let that little fire of hope re-ignite inside me. Keep them happy, that was the trick. Thing was, the guys noticed my discomfort and pressed the point. A couple of days later Jules came up and turned me against the counter in the kitchen and started kissing me while she massaged my chest. "Jules... not here. Lets go upstairs." "No, they want shows now." She kept at me, right there, the guys either busy or casually looking over. A hand slipped down the front of my skirt, the front of my knickers. Her hand began gently massaging my soft cock. She'd been doing this technique for a while. I didn't always get hard now when she played with me. It was embarrassing and I didn't talk about it, but she was still able to get me to orgasm. Not much came out, but some did. She just didn't do straight old hand jobs any more, and the one time I asked her she looked away and said she couldn't. So, just there, she gave me that sort of flat palm massage, and unbuttoned my blouse to pull aside my bra and play with a nipple, and kissed me. It was arousing and off putting all at the same time. Having one of the guys come over, get a bottle of beer out of the fridge and just stand there grinning, just put me over the edge. Next day she actually went to her knees and put her head up under my skirt. It had been months since I'd felt her lips on me. Though it wasn't a traditional blow job in that she sort of licked and nuzzled me through my knickers, I had a fireworks orgasm within minutes. I hated it and loved it, and all it did was leave me more confused. Then I started getting this horrible nausea in the mornings. I hated vomiting, but it became common. I put it down to the stress. Jules and I did talk about getting away, but they were good. They never lost focus, never gave us a chance. Even the PCs where locked down tight so we couldn't use them. Neither of us was very techie, so I guess that wasn't hard. I got caught one night on the PC. I was taken over the bastard's knee and spanked, then sent to bed like a wayward child. The weeks turned into a month, then longer. I ran out of cloths and was sent out on my own to get more. Jules have me clear instructions on what to buy. Teenage, but not jail bait. I appreciated that. I ran out of cloths again and this time Jules looked at me funny, turned away and said I needed to get myself fitted. I'd been denying it, ignoring it, but my small bras of flexible triangles of fabric had been getting tight. The pills, the nausea, the fit of my cloths changing, it all snapped into focus. The last while I'd started to struggle getting stiff, though Jules still could make me cum. I looked down, and instead of seeing my chest I saw two small, but perfectly formed breasts. They had the right shape, even my nipples had grown larger. "Is this... deliberate?" She nodded, still not looking at me. "They wanted to make sure you weren't competition." "Is it permanent?" "I don't think so. They let me look at some things on the web, so I'd know what was happening. It... will start to accelerate. If we get away, you might need surgery, but it will be reversible." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't," Her voice was soft, almost a sob. I went to her and laid my head on her shoulder. We just stayed that way for a while "Jules I can't do this, I can't." "OK, not yet, but its going to get worse. They want you to change, want you to look like a girl. Remember, keeping them happy is what will give us our chance. You have to help me do that. We'll hide it for a bit longer, but you're going to start to show soon." Quietly she told me what to look for. I still needed fitting, but I could look for certain types of bras that where only a step up from a training bra and would let me look, well, like I had been, a bit longer. I got dressed and went out. Biting my lip I entered the store. A girl, younger than me, but older than "Baby" looked came up and smiled. "Uhmm, I need a fitting. I'm... ah... growing out of my training bras." I tried not to cringe, and I expected derision. She just smiled sweetly and led me into one of the changing rooms. I was really only ever nude in front of Jules, bar some of the recent sort of sex Jules and I had where my shirts could get tussled and my chest played with. It made me feel really vulnerable to take my blouse and little training bra off. The girl though was just friendly and professional. That helped a lot. It clearly didn't occur to her that I was a guy, and I just didn't know how to feel about that. It just heaped a little more confusion on the pile. She measured me up and cheerily told me I was now an 'A' cup like I should be proud of it. She went off and brought back a number of really sexy bras. When I said I'd prefer the simpler stuff Jules had steered me too she gently teased me, but just went and got some other samples. They were more comfortable, and did somewhat hide things, but when I looked at myself sideways in the mirror the bumps where unmistakable. The young girl I saw was one I just didn't recognize. She even had hips and a fit curvy ass. What had happened to me? I bought up a load, putting off the girl who recommended I buy less as I'd likely be back soon. I just smiled and bought the bulk load. Deep inside I knew I'd be back soon as well, and I dreaded it. I moved on and bought other cloths. I had another of those punch to the stomach moments when I caught myself holding up two skirts wondering which would look better on me. I'd never much cared about cloths before, just bought the first jeans that fit. What was going on with my mind? I took the cloths home. Jules went through it with me and complimented my choices. When I just started crying she took me and told me to pull it together. She was right, but my emotions just ping ponged at the moment. Life in hell carried on. Some weeks later Jules looked at me as I was getting changed one morning. "You need to go get fitted again." "No... it fits, it does." I tried poking bulging flesh under the edges of the bra. She came over and took me by the shoulders. "No Baby, it doesn't. You've moved on fast and the guys have noticed. Its time to go get new cloths. Don't worry, you'll look great." "Jules... that's the problem." "Darling, we didn't ask for this, didn't want it, but we have to survive. Take this next step. It will please the guys... a lot. If you go all the way they'll relax. They'll think they've won. We'll have to watch closely, but if they think they've changed you..." "But..." "No buts, go shopping, come home, show off. If it helps think of me in the lingerie you're looking at. Remember what I used to look like and what you would have liked ot see me in. Come back, strut it, show off, tease the shit out of them. You can enjoy it, I know you can. Go on." She helped me into a summery dress, then walked me out to the car. As I drove off I saw one of the guys putting the collar around her neck. I went back to the same lingerie shop and inwardly groaned when the same sales assistant came up. Thankfully she was just as kind and professional as before. "Wow... you've grown! Those are just shy of 'C' cups. Uhmm, you're not going to fit the younger stuff. Shall we browse a bit before you try some things on?" I nodded, and managed a smile. We went out and she was pleased when I started looking at the sexier end of the range. We picked out a few things and the first one, a sheer embroidered job, fit perfectly. She went out to find more and I just stood looking at myself in the mirror. I didn't look like a gawky teenage girl any more. I had curves. My former six pack stomach, though still flat, had smoothed out. In a bra and hipster skirt the bony lines of my pelvis, a look I always found so sexy, showed clearly. How could that image be me? She came back and we tried on all sorts, bras, bustiers, corsets. I suspected she was on commission and knew she was on to a winner. I didn't even look at the final bill. This one was on the guys. Next was H&M, then other young women fashion outlets. I slowly bought my way through the most revealing, the sexiest, the show off lines. I did three trips back to the car. Next I went and did a bit of food shopping. As I got out of the car I picked up one of the bags I'd put together. Jules had been clear I was to come home in new gear. I wasn't at all sure why I'd picked what I had. Basically it was very similar to what I first saw Jules in that morning after the guys had arrived. It had made a deep impression on me and I guess my mind made a weird link to being in captivity with those cloths. I wasn't at all sure about it, and debated with myself even as I got the bag out. Thing is, I didn't have anything that was less revealing, so it was as good a choice as I could make Noticing the time I jogged into the supermarket toilets and quickly changed in a stall. I hadn't even hesitated before going into the women's I was so used to it. It didn't take long, though looking down at my lace enclosed breasts made me pause for a moment. It still didn't feel real to have those down there. I put the rest of the gear on, struggling a bit at the stockings, but did it. Then walked out and saw myself in the mirror. That wasn't me was it? Fuck, I looked a lot like Jules did, though not identical. Where we that similar? And the cloths, Jesus, if I saw a girl like this I'd look twice. I didn't have time though I had to get a move on. I dashed through the isles, getting what we needed. I wasn't so busy I didn't notice the looks I got. Some admiring, some hostile. With just this little change I'd gone from anonymous teen to flirty woman. Yet another thing to not like, yet another humiliation. I didn't want people to look at me, it made me even more self conscious. The minutes where ticking by and thank god a young assistant helped me bag my stuff and get out to the car. I ignored his eyes glued to my chest, though I felt myself flush. I unloaded in seconds, jumped into the front, and... it wouldn't start. I had no time. I screamed, got out and kicked the wheels. The guy came back. "What's wrong?" "I have to get home, its urgent." He looked at his watch, then puffed out his chest. "I'm just clocking off. Can I give you a ride?" I've rarely felt so grateful in my life, and my look must have been payment enough. As I got the food back out of the car, he dashed off and a few minutes later drove up in an old beater. We loaded up and I got into the passenger seat. "I'm Jason." "Oh hi. I'm... uh... Baby." "Cute up a conversation, though I struggled. It wasn't something I was used to anymore. It didn't help that he kept looking at me rather than the road. That my damn skirt had ridden up and showed the tops of my stockings didn't help. Finally we got to our place. As he unloaded I dashed up and opened the door. I ashen Jules stood there and the look of relief told me enough. I'd got there in time. "The car broke down." "I'm so glad! You don't know what was going through my mind. You've never been late before!" It wasn't what she meant, but I understood. We hugged, aware of the stranger beside us. He looked Jules up and down, then me. "Who's the friend?" Jules put her arm around me. It felt protective, helpful. I needed that right then. "Uhmm, Jason. He works at the store and offered to help." "Thanks Jason. My sister needed to get back, it was urgent." I'm not sure our suddenly relaxed attitude added up, but the kid wasn't going to argue with two half undressed women. He tried chatting a bit, then giving up turned to go. Jules and I likewise turned to the house. Robert was standing just inside out of sight. "Go give him a good thank you. A kiss on the lips should be sufficient." I paused, mortified and saw him tap a prod against his leg. The unspoken threat, always there. I turned and walked back to Jason. "Hey, wait." I went up and steeling myself went up on my toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. I'd never ever kissed a man before. Yet another humiliation to add to the pile. Watching him drive off with a shit eating grin, his phone number crumpled on a piece of paper in my hand, I turned back to the house. The door was empty. My heart thudded as I walked back. It felt like I was heading to my doom. I walked in, turned into the main room. Jules was over in the kitchen heating a kettle. Two of the guys where lounging, one was leaning against the kitchen counter. All three were looking at me. I felt deeply self-conscious and tugged at my skirt. One of the ones on the sofa patted the space beside him. "Come... sit..." "What? No.. I have to get dinner... I..." Jules walked over. Her eyes grabbed mine. "Baby, no. Its time for you to start helping me out. I thought you understood that when we talked earlier." The conversation spun in my mind, taking on a whole new meaning. "No... that's not my job..." Her hands went to my shoulders, "Yes it is, now it is. You know it was coming, we've been working so hard together to get you ready. Its time." Her arm went around my waist. She guided me towards the sofa. "No Jules... please... I'm not that way... Its not right..." She turned me, pressed gently on my shoulders to make me sit, curling up on the sofa beside me. A large arm went around my shoulder, a hand landed on my leg. I turned to my wife, no believing. "Please, no..." She kissed me lightly, "Its OK. You'll be all right. There is no choice, never has been." Her hands pulled up my short t-shirt, guiding the massive hand to my chest. She kissed me again, then twisted my face. Other lips touched mine. I moaned, cried, and in opening my mouth a tongue probed in. The hand on my leg moved upwards, the cup of my bra slid down to reveal flesh. Fingers played with a nipple, a hand cupped me. My mind spun, this couldn't be happening. "Relax, let go... Its so much easier if you enjoy it. I made them wait until I was sure you would enjoy it... That's it..." What was she saying, she'd led me to this? The sensations didn't stack up with the horror in my mind. I was getting aroused, but I couldn't be. "Don't fight... let go... good good..." Her breath was hot in my ear. Her tongue tickled me there. I came. I was sobbing, feeling out of control. Jules pulled me away, positioned me on all fours, then sat and took my face in her hands. Behind me my skirt was lifted, my thong pulled aside. A hot slick tip slipped between my cheeks to press at my anus. "Baby, look at me... look!" I did, her eyes, hard, cold, grabbed mine. "This was going to happen. Its better this way. You know you like it back there." The tip pressed forward. I felt myself open. It was no different to what Jules did, yet it was so different. There should be pain! I wanted pain. There wasn't, I had had too much back there, Jules had made it easy. I felt my eyes widen, my mouth open silently. "Yes... he's in you..." Her eyes went from cold to warm and sympathetic, filled with love. I didn't understand, couldn't understand. Her hands left my face, roamed down. All the time the cock moved deeper, deeper still. "Come on baby, do it... Don't leave me alone... cum... there... its growing..." The cock slid back out, then in. In Jules eyes I saw something I'd never seen before. It killed a bit of me inside to see she was just a little broken. Just a little, but what I'd done to her, giving her permission to cum had broken something. She needed me to cum, needed me to be on her level. Thing was, I could feel it building. It was a small thing, but it was growing. I had another man's cock in my ass and it as feeling good. My mind was swimming, I didn't want this, yet I wasn't strong enough to stop it. In, then out, in then out. All the time Jules eye's holding mine captive. The voice I loved encouraging me, urging me on. Her hands knew just how to make my chest feel good. God help me. I came, as I did Jules lips met mine like she wanted to eat me. There was a chuckle behind me and the cock slowly pulled out. I gasped in relief. "No baby, look at me." I opened my eyes and felt movement behind me. Another hot slick tip began to press in. "You can do it, you can cum again..." I felt my eyes go wide, the breath rush from my lungs. "Yesss... Feel it. They're so big, so strong. Now you know, know why we can't resist... That's it baby..." It began to build again. "No... no Jules... I don't want it, make him take it out." Her hands stroked the swells of my chest, "Shhh, relax... don't resist... we can't resist them... Shhh". I kept whimpering, begging, but she kissed my begging away. "Shhh..." I came. The cock slowly pulled out. More movement, another hard tip. My eyes go wide again, a sobbed "No." escapes my lips. "Yes baby, we can't resist. They've all had you now. You can cum again, you know you can. We can't resist their cocks, they'll rip the orgasms from us. That's it..." "Ugh..." No slow penetration, he pushed it in hard and fast. Jules looked up, then moved aside. One of them stepped in front of me, knelt. Firm hands took my face. Not this, please not this. A cock tip brushed my lips. I wanted to keep them closed, but the cock behind slammed in and the cock in front slid past the gasp that opened my mouth. "Look up!" A deep voice rumbled above me. I didn't want to, my hands tilted my head. Deep blue eyes grabbed mine. He slid his cock against my tongue. He chuckled, the cock behind me pulling back slowly, then slamming in. God... it was building again. "That's it..." it kept on, and on. The cock behind getting faster while the one in front played with my mouth. Strong hands firmly held my hips the cock behind plunged deep. I felt the unbelievable feel of a deep hot spurt. I came. Its hard for me to remember much after that. There are memories stuck in my mind, but I don't know what order they came in. I'm on my back, my hips are raised, my legs splayed. Strong hands hold my wrists down, a cock is lodged deep inside me. My body, my face is crushed to the floor by a strong heavy body. Jules face is near mine. "Oh baby... I'm so happy, now you know too." Her eyes went wide in a look I'd watched with horror before, but now understood too well. Instead of my sob of shock, she made a gasp of pleasure. "Its so good..." I'm laying on top of Jules, her pussy inches from my face. Her tongue is bringing unbelievable bliss to my own cock, yet just inches above another is lodged inside me. There is one in front of my face, deep inside Jules. It pulls out and lifts to my mouth. A hand stroked my cheek. I open my lips, unable to fight. Jules eyes are just inches from mine. We'd be kissing but for the cock between our lips. A look I don't want to understand is in her eyes. She pulls back and points the cock to my lips. As it enters my mouth she licks where my lips are wrapped around the shaft. My eyes fly open. I'd been asleep and the dim light of dawn filters in. I didn't understand for a while where I was. Slowly my mind filled. My head was resting on a strong firm chest. An arm was wrapped around me, resting on my curved hip. When had I got a curved hip? My own arm was slopped across a male body, my hand on a hard chiselled chest. I had been fit, but I'd never had the definition these men had. My mind felt like it wasn't working right. I knew something was wrong. I wasn't supposed to be resting my head on a chest, I was supposed to have a soft head resting on my chest. I watched puzzled as my hand traced the line of muscle. A body snuggled up behind me, soft breasts pressing up against my back. Jules hand rested on mine, she began guiding my trace of that body. "Incredible, isn't it? Feel down here. Look at those abs. I almost cum just looking at them. I so love hard defined six packs." My fingers trace the outline of the muscles. I feel Jules slowly grind her pelvis against my soft ass. She moves our hands lower, slipping the fingers down the front of his pants. This is wrong, I try to pull back. "Silly, don't be shy! The guys like us reaching for them." Our fingers slide lower, wrap around a long soft length. "Ahh, he's still sleeping. We tired them out good! I seldom do that on my own. Its such a relief you made the final step. Come on, lets shower." She stood, helped me stand. Jules was nude. I had on tattered stockings and a suspender belt. I still wore my thong, though it was goey and crusted. I looked down and sobbed, there was strands of crusted white stuff all over me. She led me, smiling, towards the shower. "Yes, shower. I need to be clean." I sobbed again. She helped me strip, and we went into the shower. It felt good, so very good. She sponged me down, helped me get clean. I still felt dirty inside, but the shower felt good. On her knees she grinned up at me, then took my cock in her mouth. I fell back against the glass wall, shocked. "We don't have to worry any more. They'll let us do anything now so long as we behave and they can watch." She sucked at me and I felt my cock stir and try to go hard. "Huh, its got smaller hasn't it?" She sucked more. It felt so good, and I wanted it to get all stiff and hard. "Don't worry baby, we can still have fun with it. I don't think its hard enough to go inside me though." She giggled, "That's OK, we have enough cock to keep us satisfied. You know I used to think your cock was lovely and big before the guys." She sucked at me again, draining what little masculinity I had left. I came, but it felt dull, a waste. A little clear fluid squirted out on her face as she laughed and licked it. "Does that make you feel better?" I said nothing, what could I say? My mind was numb, confused, knowing this was all wrong. We got out and dried off. Jules rummaged through the cloths, then threw me a high cut thong and wrap around lace skirt. "No bras I think today. The guys like us being naughty and they wouldn't stay on long anyway." She giggled again. Jules was happy, like this was a good thing. "Darling... I can't. This isn't me, this isn't what I want." Her face turned puzzled, "Its not what either of us want, but its for the best. I'm so glad we've got you here and that you so enjoyed last night. I just loved the way your face looked when you cummed from Robert taking your cherry. So few girls have a good experience the first time. This way at least you enjoy it!" She came over and took the knickers from my hand, kneeling in front of me. I lifted a foot,