Dani's Story, Book III -- Decisions, Chapter V free porn video

Book III, Decisions, is the third and final part of Dani's coming of age trilogy. Book I, Awakening, dealt with the initial 48 hour period where our heroine comes to terms with her sissy-self. Book II, First Days, covered the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she became more deeply involved in her new persona, if not her true self. Book III completes her excellent holiday experience as she contemplates and then decides her future. Although each Book is intended to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Books I and II. It is rated XXX, and deservedly so, as this chapter contains graphic sex, including an intensely degrading 'gang bang.' Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Dani's Story Book III ? Decisions Chapter V ? The Seventh Day, Part III by sissystevie Tinny voices came from a long multi-colored tunnel. "Use some more smelling salts." "That's it. I think he's coming around now. Oh my God, I have never seen a sissy orgasm quite like that!" "Dani, are you back with us?" The tunnel expanded as if I entered it, changed to a bright blue and then people appeared. "He's back." I saw Mummy, as regal as ever, standing in front of me. Someone behind me was holding my shoulders. My face felt sticky. My damp clothes clenched my body. A distinct aroma permeated everything about me. Something that smelled horribly was placed under my nose. My focus improved. Something very large was deeply embedded in my rear, my jaw ached and my nipples were both very tender and cold under some type of paste. Then it all hit me. Sissy Kissy-Kissy! And I had lost! The 'Throne of Shame' and sucking the 'Cockette Chorus Line!' And that divine Sonny! "Let's stand him up," Mummy said. "He needs a little 'drip dry' anyway." Mrs. Bracewell took over and directed Romo and Fifi to extract me from the stool. Fifi quickly undid my bonds and Romo lifted me off the 'Throne's' seat and its huge 'Humbler' dildo, causing the lubrication to seep out and down my thighs. The damage of my little enthroned adventure now became apparent. I was coated in cum from my hair to my thighs. The damp, cold feeling on my titties was caused by my blouse's semen-saturated sheer fabric. My soreness was the result of 'Head Boy' Sonny's use of my nipples to rock me back and forth on the Humbler while he quite thoroughly fucked my face with that magnificent tool of his. "Oh my God," I thought, "I never have been so completely and humiliatingly fucked." A shameful record, alas, that was to not to last the day... However, there I stood literally dripping in and reeking of sissy cream - a totally used, humiliated clutter of a sissy. "Well, isn't that just a sight? I never have seen such a mess in my life!" commented Mrs. Kane. "Now, boys, I know you little dears would never, ever be in such a despicable way," she added for the benefit of her twin blouse sissies, both of whom giggled at my expense. "Constance, a boy that nasty really should be made into a girlie sissy slut, if not out and out whore!" Mrs. Bracewell piled on. "It's one thing to endure the shameful ways of the 'Throne,' but quite another to enjoy it. I have never seen any sissy climax quite like his - well, really I should say, 'her!' "I really think he should be removed from these tender sissy boys sight. Unless, of course, you would like to leave him here for some more intense correction." As mortified as I was, I thoroughly winced at the latter suggestion. Mummy replied, "Oh, Beatrice and Katherine, I quite agree. Sonny's penis quite did her in. Well, she certainly did show her true colors this afternoon. Her scheduled 'appearance' this evening should prove most interesting. Perhaps she should be a little cum whore after all. "Fifi, dear, will you lead her to the door. When you get to the house, please clean off the end of her leash as neither Heather nor I care to touch it in its current condition. A new lead would be even better if you have an appropriate one. Then, re-attach her peenie bow. I dare say she doesn't need an indecency arrest to add to her afternoon exploits. Lastly, please bind her arms up in a prissy sissy pose. I think one wrist to her neck and the other to her waist should be nice. "Oh, and Beatrice, would you please have that dear Romeo bring 'round the carriage for the return trip. He's such a dear." Laughing, Mummy added, "Maybe we should throw him in as a bonus for Dani? She simply could not take his eyes off his crotch on our trip up from the harbor." As Fifi led me away, I heard Mummy turn to Mrs. Bracewell and say, "Beatrice, after they are gone, I want to discuss the matter mentioned in note you left for me in the foyer." Fifi tensed at Mummy's comment as she led me into the house. Back to the pantry, she replaced my tessie leash with a new baby blue reinforced satin and white lace one and carefully affixed my 'modesty' bow over my drenched peenie petal. As she placed my right forced-limp wrist in the designated bondage position with its ribbon, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, despite its hardening 'glaze.' "Sweetie, I think you were magnificent! I hope someday to experience that level of orgasm," she whispered. Recalling her tension at Mummy words, I asked, "Fifi, is that note Mummy received about you?" "It probably is," she answered, concern crossing her nearly plastic face. "Does Mistress Constance know either that Countess or Mistress Electra?" Recalling what Mummy had said about never disclosing anything about the Group - let alone about the Order - and what happened to little sissies who did, I hesitated while Fifi bound my left wrist to my waist. Finally, just as Fifi attached my other wrist to the left rear of my neck, I managed to say, "I may have heard the names. Perhaps I can ask Mummy when, and if, we have a quiet moment." "Well, are you two girls having a nice little sissy chat?" Mummy interjected from across the large entryway. "Perhaps exchanging little slut secrets? Sharing yummy cummy stories, eh?" She mocked. Heather, who was holding Mummy's hand, giggled along. Then sending a chill down my spill, she looked at me with piercing eyes and said, "Dani, dear, I do hope you did not share anything improper." I looked up at her with a frightened look and replied, "No Mummy, I would never discuss those things." "Well, we shall see. We shall see." Then, changing the subject, Mummy continued, "Ah, the carriage is here. Maybe a nice breezy drive back to the pier will dry you off a bit my dear. "Heather, sweetie, here's Romeo, let's board. He and Fifi can then arrange our little Miss Sissy Cummy Face on her newest Throne of Shame." Romeo, or "just call me 'Romo,'" sat Heather and Mummy in the rear-facing front seat and then proceeded with Fifi's help to sit me in the raised rear 'throne' seat. Romo's strong arms practically lifted me into the carriage and Fifi guided me down upon my new throne. To little avail She tried to puff out my cum soaked hair and blouse. Romo fastened the seat belt about my waist and handed Mummy my leash. Fifi exited the carriage and deeply curtsied to Mummy and Heather. Romo pulled the forward canopy over Mummy and Heather's heads, obscuring them to practically everyone but me. Clearly, they had decided I was too disgraceful to be seen with them. I, of course, shared no such element of shelter. Looking again, I noticed that their canopy shelter might be serving yet another purpose. Heather had curled up next to Mummy and they were kissing in most un-motherly 'daughter' manner - both clearly sexually charged. Romo took his driver's position forward, and with his trademark lisp, cried out, "Githy up, you big thudly thallions!" We were off. During the ride down Mrs. Bracewell's long drive I took stock of my too soon to arrive public humiliation. The ride up to the party had been an ordeal of constant derision from virtually all onlookers whom we passed. I was the over the top sissy boy being taken to a party by his Mummy and, most likely, little sister. That paled compared to my present predicament. Now I was a disgraced used sissy being subjected to the worst possible public humiliation. Not only was I the very caricature of a limp wristed prissy nancy with my tessies literally controlled by my Mummy, but also I was drenched in sticky, smelly boy cream! I was such a naughty peenie- loving pansy that even my very own mother and 'sister' refused to be seen with me! "This is going to be a very long ride," I sighed to myself. "A very, very long ride, indeed!" As we passed the estate's gates, Mummy sharply tugged on my leash and said, "Now Dani, smile for all the people. Show them what a wonderful and 'productive' time you had at the party!" I frowned, which earned me another sharp pull of the lead. "If you cannot do as I say, your ride back with be more painful than humiliating, my little pantywaist pansy!" Mummy added in a surprisingly breathy voice. I looked closely again and noticed Heather's hand up underneath Mummy's skirt as she nuzzled about Mummy's breast. Mummy's hand was reciprocating under Heather's petticoats. The two were getting off whilst I helplessly swung in the wind as the carriage lurched back and forth. As we entered the populated portion of the city, the remarks reached a mortifyingly shameful crescendo of the vilest insults to my long vanished masculinity. During the past week I had been subjected to various humiliating episodes, but never one this mortifying. Tears began to well in my eyes. About the same time, another little crescendo occurred under the canopy as Mummy let out a long moan followed by an even higher pitched squeal from Heather. After some straightening up, Mummy asked, "Are you enjoying our little ride as much as Heather and I are, Dani dear?" When the only response was Heather's naughty giggle, Mummy gave my tessie leash a pointed pull, and asked anew, "Well, pansy?" "Oh, Mummy I feel so dirty and shameful," I whimpered out. "Now, now, dear, it's all about learning your limits and preferences. You sit there whimpering, but your little clitty bow keeps wiggling about. Whatever is causing that?" "Oh, Mummy, I think you know," I sighed in a resigned voice. "Indeed I do, my little sissy. Mummies such as me always do!" "You and Heather really are so much alike in so many ways. You both adore frilly things as well as being put in certain 'predicaments' - preferable with bondage. And Lord only knows your both are exhibitionists and card- carrying narcissist!" she laughed. "However, I think your lust for abject humiliation exceeds even hers, and your lust for men may well rival DeeDee's, which puts you somewhere on a par with Stevie, at least in the phallus preference department. "Well, my little toy, despite your - how may I put it, ah - 'active afternoon, you shall have an equally, if not more so, 'interesting' evening. And I do mean 'interesting' in the Chinese proverbial sense. "Oh, Heather, we seem to be nearing the pier. We must touch up. After all, bad enough we must drag the sissy slut back to the boat, let's do try to look our best." Shortly, the carriage lurched to a stop, wiggling me about one final, humiliating time. Romo came about, released my belt and helped me down to the ground, where he attached my peenie leash to a nearby public horse latching post. As bad as the return carriage ride was, I now had to face my 'Walk of Shame' down the pier to the 'Lollipop.' The ride did dry off most of the sissy cream that coated me, but to my chagrin, it only made matters worse. Dried, it became even more noticeable, especially against the afternoon sun on my sheer blouse and shiny shorts! After carefully - meaning, quite publicly - wiping his hands on a rag from the carriage, Romo helped Mummy and Heather down, told them it was an honor to drive for such ladies, and with a deep bow, started to return to his carriage. "Oh, Romeo," Mummy called out, "I have a little favor to ask." He turned and again bowed, "Of courth, Mistreth. Romo is at your thervith." Mummy smiled and continued, "Heather and I really do not care to soil ourselves next to the little sissy slut, would you terribly mind securing the horse team and then walking our naughty boy down to the boat?" Heather punctuated my new humiliation with a little giggle and a pop of her parasol as it expanded over her shoulder. My Walk of Shame just got a lot worse. A whole lot worse! The catcalls had begun even before I got out of the carriage and escalated as Romo tied me to the post. Romo, in his gay coachman's livery was a sight unto himself. I actually quite fancied not only his Adonis look, but also his spirit. To me, at least, he was sexy in his skintight shiny white beeches, shiny boots and soft silk blouse. We also shared a mad lust for a certain part of the male anatomy. Once again, most hecklers referred to what a pansy I was, but added how I must have had quite an afternoon with my swishy boyfriend. One deckhand even took out and waved his cock, asking me if I wanted 'mo cum.' From women, the words 'disgusting' and 'nasty' were used frequently in their basest contexts. Romo was totally unfazed. As we progressed, his gait became even swishier. He even waved to a few of the onlookers. I followed on my humiliating lead that clearly, despite the 'modesty' bow, attached to my sissy teapot. My too-high heels and arm bondage about my hip and neck forced me into an outrageous sissy mince. From time to time, I could hard both Mummy and Heather giggling as they followed behind me. Finally, completing a trek rivaling that of Odysseus, we arrived at the gangway to Sir John's yacht. "Perhaps you two lover boys would like a little goodbye kiss?" Mummy smirked, as Heather broke into another giggle. "Buth of corth," Romo lisped, and he took me, trashed as I was, gallantly into his arms, bent me over and gave me a long, deep kiss. "Gee, this boy has all sorts of talents," I thought as my clitty wiggled its own salute to him. Mummy just sighed as she thanked Romo and instructed him to place my lead in my mouth. Romo again deeply bowed, winked at me, and turned to sashay his was back to the carriage. "Up the ramp, Dani, and mind not to soil the railings as you go," Mummy commanded. Once on board, Mummy faced me and sternly said, "Dani, as you know, your day is far from complete. Next, you shall learn about a far nastiest side of a sissy slut's life, but at least it will be in a skirt - well, a skirt of sots, I suppose. "We shall see about your lust for men! Now, report to Anna in the salon cabin, and she will prepare you for this evening's 'adventure.' Be about your way." Utterly disgraced, tessie lead still in my mouth, I was simply dismissed. As I departed, I heard Mummy's breathy voice say, "Heather, dear, I think we need a little time to ourselves. You, as well, have a long evening ahead." Entering the salon, Anna exclaimed, "My, my, what do we have here?" "Let me guess - 'Sissy Kissy-Kissy' and you lost!" she laughed. Well, let's get you cleaned up, and then I want you to rest for a couple of hours. I'm afraid that your evening will be exhausting." Almost giggling, she added, "My Lord, you sissies certainly can squirt a lot, and with such tiny thingies too! "Now into the shower with you, and when done, put on that fluffy robe and come out here so I can give you a little massage. Oh, and insert one of those medicated suppositories. If I know Mrs. Bracewell, you had a good stretching in addition to everything else." I completed my shower after twice washing my hair to remove the afternoon's 'accumulations.' Getting rid of the ugly boyish hair set was another bonus. I could barely hold the suppository in me as indeed the Humbler had opened me up considerably. Anna directed me to a massage table that was set up in the main part of the cabin. She first the applied a cosmetic facial mask and then gave me a body massage that was pure heaven. I fell asleep after a few minutes and rested quietly for the remainder of the time. Well over an hour later I awoke to a wonderful sensation across my titties. Anna had applied the breast electric stimulators and suction cylinders on a low steady setting. "Well, we had quite a little rest, didn't we sissy? It's time to get you organized. First, I want to increase your tittie pressure and remove your mask. Then I want to put a few hot rollers in your hair. You have a few minutes before you new nail enamel dries." I looked at my nails and saw a new color that might best be described as 'Red Light Hooker.' "So," I thought, "this really is to be something of an adventure!" I knew from prior make up sessions that the nail polish typically denoted the entire tone of the makeup and dress to follow - if it was to be a dress at all! After completing my hair, she said, "Good, sweetie, now you may return to the loo and thoroughly douche yourself, finishing up with mineral oil. Also, please brush your teeth, take you girlie pill, and tend to your ear piercings. Be sure to cleanse your face with astringent and add a light application of moisturizer. "I think you have had quite enough natural 'goo,' so we shall dispense with your evening ration. Also, you will be in a rigid corset, so any additional food might create some discomfort. And, who knows what treats you will imbibe later." Completing my tasks, I was directed to a styling chair where Anna began working on my hair. The rollers came out and a short, but quite full, hairpiece was woven and pinned into place. It gave me a tarty coquettish look with curls hanging down at over the sides of my face. The top was formed into a French twist upon which a dainty black taffeta and hot pink lace maid's cap rested. Short black and pink satin streamers cascaded down from the cap to mix with my dangling curls. The cap answered by final question, I was to be a sissy maid tonight. "Well, perhaps more of a slut maid who happened to be a sissy might be more correct," I thought, as a strange a powerful feeling began coursing through my body. "Yes, the hair actually followed the nail polish theme. The makeup had to be equally garish." I was not disappointed. My facial tone was somewhat pale, which only served to emphasize the striking nature of my eyes and lips. Of course, the painted-on lip base was as red as my nails, and my cheeks had a far too much red to be considered polite anywhere but at a prostitute's convention. However, my eyes really went over the top. It was enough makeup to cover the entire chorus line of a naughty Las Vegas revue - a very, very naughty Las Vegas revue! The eyeliner was double lined and at least a full quarter inch wide at it broadest. The eye shadow was old-fashioned stage pancake of silvery blue over dark blue. I lost count of mascara layers at three. My brows were liquid lined into pronounced thin high arches and even a beauty mark was painted on one cheek. The finishing touches were a pink and black velvet choker, big gold hoop earrings, several layers of lip sealer-gloss, another set of applications of liquid colorings of my nipples to further accentuate them and a spray of perfume with a scent that might be best described as 'Whore on a Holiday.' "Now for something new, sissy," Anna said. She applied two matching pink and black paste-on tattoo decals: a rose on my right thigh above where my stocking would end, and the word 'whore,' adorned with a matching roses on my left tittie. "You know, sweetie, real sissy whores have very real tattoos put all over their bodies!" she cautioned. With each addition, my breathing had become slightly heavier. I was transfixed by the whorish image of myself in the mirror. "Well, now sissy, the whore look does seem to have an effect on you," Anna sighed. "This is supposed to be a test for you this evening. It might well turn out to be a test for a few lucky gents! I have to lube and plug you now. It will be an especially heavy lubrication with a thick plug. Please stand up and assume the position using the chair as support." It was indeed a heavy injection of sissy pussy juice. Only the large plug with a deep flange held it all in place. Secretly I thought that maybe the 'Humbler' did me a favor this afternoon. "Now sissy, let's get you over to the lacing bar and fit you out in your little rig for the evening. It's not your standard maid's frock, - even by this group's standards." Once at the bar, Anna had me first stand with my arms down while she reattached the large breast suction cylinders and cruelly pumped out my titties to an extreme extent. I was shocked at how huge they grew. It created a mix of pain and bewildering delight at the same time. Anna hooked a black satin corset about my waist and quick-laced it into place. Moving before me, she arranged the open quarter bra top under and beside my dreadfully constrained titties. Satisfied, she ordered me to grasp the overhead bar. Then the real lacing began in earnest. She again quick-tied my laces and released my titties from their suction cylinders into the strict confines of the wired and padded cups. The effect was amazing. My young sissy titties were displayed in the most provocative manner for all the world to see. I loved their size. After a couple final brutal tugs with her knee to my spine, she tied off the lacing in a manner that I was sure would have to be cut to be undone. "Whew," she panted, "I know it's tight, but you will adjust during the next hour. Now for the panties, stockings, heels and trimmings. You may relax your grasp of the lacing bar, but please still keep one hand up there for balance, the heels are very high." With practice hands, the 'trimmings' and such were quickly added. All items were black with hot pink trim to match the corset. First, she pulled up my panties, which were unexpectedly frilly, but expectedly open. They had rows of black lace with hot pink bows and rosettes. However, where it really matter, over my clitty and sissy pleasure tunnel, they were quite open. I was now used to the idea that outfits were meant to erotically display, rather than conceal, those areas polite company considered taboo. What else could have my stockings been other than black, seamed fishnets with frilly pink and black ruffled tops? They were attached to the corset via eight lace covered suspenders ending in hot pink clasp cover ribbons. The heels were indeed high - six inches of thin stiletto - and of the pointed toe, patent leather classic 'Fuck Me Pump' design. Straps across my instep and about my ankle insured that they would remain on for the duration. The mandatory sissy ankle bracelet wrapped about my right shin, this one of thicker gold strands with a charm on the side simply spelling out "W- H-O-R-E.' On my left leg was a broad frilly garter of a pink satin covered with black lace and adorned with a large pink satin bow. This garter was less frilly-sissy than I had previously worn and more straight from an 1890's bordello-saloon. Under it, Anna slipped three crisp five dollar bills. "So I'm now a five dollar whore!" I thought to myself. The peenie petal had black lace over the same shocking pink satin and nestled perfectly over my panty opening. A pink satin ribbon with large bow firmly secured it to the base of my teapot. It had those devilish satin bows on the inside of the top to tease my little distressed clitty head. These bows were black to contrast with the petal's pink lining and my pink clitty. Upon my arms were black lace gauntlets ending in lace frills with pretty pink rosettes and ribbon at both ends. Several rings were added to my fingers and gold chains, matching my anklet, to my wrists. I again marveled at these people's attention to detail and was slightly amazed that I did not find the obviously demeaning 'whore' insults the least bit offensive. "Well," I thought, "nothing like Truth in Labeling!" "Now, sissy, it's dress time," Anna announced. "It is the same dress you have worn before, but - how can I say this - a little less! "However, given the way you seem to be feeling, you will quite like it, despite the fact that it is a true trollop's frock. In fact, not even Stevie has worn one this extreme, although I suspect that once she sees a picture of you, she will be pestering for one of own." True to her word, it was pure trollop, and I loved it! The dress was of the basic Millie design worn by many sissy maids, and I assume, real girl maids in the Group - topless and short, usually in black and white and crisply done in perfectly pressed silk, satin or taffeta. This dress was far more by being far less. The first difference was that the petticoats were sewn into, and part of, the dress. The second difference was that the white contrast was replaced by either more black or sassy hot pink. The third difference was that there was simply less dress. Somehow, my titties seemed far more exposed and open as the top was cut far tighter and opened up more of my 'charms.' The waist was higher and the perpendicularly tutu flared skirt far shorter. My full open panties, front and back, were exposed, not to mention my bare thighs, and gartered stocking tops. The standard sweet, but overtly sluttish, maid's dress had been kicked up several notches to unbridled whore! And I was the 'whore' wearing it! "What were their plans for me? Was I merely to be publicly humiliated or was there a far darker real whore fate for me tonight?" I wondered. The camera flash brought me back. "Sissy," Anna cooed, "look into the mirror and revel in your kinky, whorish beauty. Show it sister! Strut you sissy stuff right now!" The first thought I had was, "Damn you are hot, girl! Such a sissy slut! Yes, a whore - just as I was so prominently labeled!" As I vamped for the camera, Anna admonished me not to squirt my sissy cream. "Dani, you really are an exhibitionist. However, tonight you just might learn the consequences of teasing men so badly. Now come along, I have a cloak for you as that outfit is hardly presentable in public." A hooded floor length cloak made with double thick black satin with pink trim was wrapped about me and tied several places in front with cord closures. I noticed that there were no arm slits. Accordingly, my arms were secured to my sides by the cloak's ties. Predictably, the bondage element actually turned me on even more. Anna escorted me off the boat to a waiting car that was driven by one of the cabin boys. The ride was silent. Nothing was offered as a clue to where we were headed, let alone what I might be doing. We entered the old part of the city and later pulled up to the rear service entrance of a classic old Spanish building. All three of us entered the building, passed a security check and then entered an elevator. The rickety old lift deposited us in a kitchen area several floors up, through which I was lead into a larger room that appeared to be a library. Anna removed my cloak and fussed with my dress to make sure all was in place ?- and on display. "Sissy this is the library of an old and exclusive club. In mere moments, eight men will enter the room. Their host is a Sir Alex James, one of Lord Homequest's senior partners. I think even an air headed sissy could guess what your role is to be." "Waiting on them?" I asked. "Now that you mention it, yes. You will hold glasses of brandy on a tray for them as they enter, and then you will pass a humidor of cigars for them. After that, our faithful cabin boy will tend to their beverage needs. "You, my dear, will be their whore." Even my jaw dropped. "Whore? Thinking about it was one thing. Being it, quite another." "Yes, you will provide each and every man with whatever sexual favor he wishes, as many times as he, or they, may wish. I think that about covers a whore's duties, don't you, Sissy? Why else would you be dressed in such a manner? Just to tease them? I think not!" I was nonplussed, but my obvious throbbing clitty conveyed all the form of acceptance that Anna required. She just looked at it and smiled. "I might say 'enjoy it,' but I somehow feel you will! "Just think about the abject shame of it all. How you are dressed; how flagrantly you offer your charms; how you will be utterly used and discarded by these strangers who want you for nothing more than simply sexual satisfaction! "Look in that mirror beside the door and revel in just what a shameless tart you are! It will make the time pass and probably turn you on!" I did, and much to my additional shame, it did excite me! I was brazenly dressed well beyond any cute little fetish sissy maid. My arse was open, my titties almost literally put on a shelf by the open corset-bra, and my clitty leaking on the inside of my ridiculous peenie petal. And if people failed to get the neon-bright message of just who and what I was, the tattoo on my tittie clearly spelled it out for them! "Oh my God," I thought, "I really am a common whore ?- on display waiting for her evening's business!" At the other end of the room, a buzzer sounded. "Ah, the men are on their way from the dining room." Anna said. "Pick up the tray on the table next to the door and hold it out for the men. The humidor is behind it. "Oh, and 'do' have fun!" As directed, I stood by the entrance holding a tray with eight crystal brandy snifters. The men filed through the doors to the library, each taking a snifter as he carefully checked out my proffered pointy little sissy titties. The men ran the gambit from ordinary middle-aged professionals to two younger and very cute Australians. The man who I understood to be their senior fellow, Sir Alex, was a dashing older Alpha Male in the Sir John mode. All were smashingly dressed dinner jackets with black tie. I then passed the humidor containing fine Cuban cigars. As each gentleman selected one, clipped its end and lit it, he carefully surveyed me as if I were a piece of meat. Several actually pinched my titties and were delighted when it elicited a moan from me. Nearly all commented on my 'whore' tattoo, thinking it was quite real. Two men carefully examined my peenie petal, one adding that it was no wonder I was a sissy due to my pathetically tiny peenie. Another 'gentleman' actually examined my sissy love hole and exclaimed to all that I had a 'cork' in it. Sir Alex James responded by stating, "Well, perhaps it is time we uncorked the little hussy and let the fun begin. I do wonder if it will 'pop' in the manner of vintage Champagne!" The all roared with laughter at my expense, several adding their own deriding locker room comments. He continued, "Now come to me, my little sissy cumquat, Daddy Alex wishes to have a little inspection tour, and then I shall pop you cock for my colleagues enjoyment, eh?" He selected a huge Churchill cigar and then erotically traced the end of it about both my titties, ending at the nipple of each tittie, which he flicked with the cigar. "What exquisite little titties you have, sissy. Those nipples were made to be squeezed and nibbled by a Daddy, or many Daddies as the case may well be this grand evening." I blushed; however, the rock hardness of my painted nipples belied my true sexual state of arousal. "We are an erotic one, aren't we, Sissy?" he said as now his cigar's end went to my mouth and lightly traced about my red slut lips. "I hope those sweet red lips suck as well as they look. Lick the end of my cigar for me sissy." I licked in the most erotic manner I could, curling my tongue up under the cigar as if it were the head of a cock. "Impressive, my little sissy slut. Very impressive," he wickedly chortled. "Your sissy beauty is only exceeded by your lust. You may even prove superior to my partner's wife, a certain sissy of your closest acquaintance I believe." "Oh my God," I thought, "he was referring to Heather!" "Gentlemen, I see you all are already enjoying the fine aged Cognac and cigars, now let us enjoy this little cumquat sissy maid that my partner arranged for our enjoyment! The seven other soon-to-be assailants clapped and cheered in gleeful acceptance as Sir Alex smugly lit his cigar. "First allow me the honor to pop her cork, as it were, and partake in the first 'sip,' or should I say 'dip.' "Turn and bend over, my dear. I sincerely doubt that this is your first time!" All the men laughed and continued their vulgar, demeaning little jokes. I put the humidor down and submissively bent over for my new master. Sir Alex exclaimed for all the hear, "Oh yes, a perfectly shaggable sissy bum indeed! Ready Gents, here comes the plug!" I was so well lubed, that when he yanked it out, it actually did 'pop'! As they say in the circus, and this hardly was far from one, 'the crowd went wild!' In a brief moment of panic about just what I had gotten myself into, I glanced about the room. Beside the bar at the far end of the library was the cabin boy carefully watching the proceeding, and not in an apparent lecherous manner. Next to the main entry doors was Anna with eyes darting over all the room, clearly alert. I recalled what Heather had said at the airport about security always being present and felt a lot safer - not that would make any difference in what the men wanted next! "Ah, in deference to her country's former president, methinks a little cigar inspection is first called for!" Sir Alex announced. I felt pressure my rosebud and realized that I was about to be fucked by a cigar - a very large cigar at that! My face turned as red as my whore- painted lips, but in it went to another round of cheers from the 'gents.' "Oh, gentlemen, the cigar inspection indicates that she is lubed and ready. Look at how her arse muscles grip the cigar! Here, sweetie, hold it by yourself and have a little puff." He stepped back to show all the large Churchill jutting out of my love canal. "Now move it baby. Work it!" he instructed. By newly found instinct, I did, and, as they say, the crowd went quite wild again! "Forgive me, but all this has resulted in an uncontrollable urge in me. Would you chaps mind terribly if I poke the little sissy cunt first?" After a cascade of approval, I felt the cigar exit, then the classic unzipping, the cock positioning and a single thrust entry. I was now Sir Alex's bitch. The cheers went up and the orgy was official underway. It only took him a couple of minutes to achieve full ejaculation, which in fact was quite full. Perfect, Gentlemen, I now invite you to enjoy our little trollop from either end and in any position of your choice. Please indulge yourself as many times as you wish!" Indeed they did! First up was an older gentleman, somewhat fat and out of shape, but totally consumed with lust. I suspected that he was being granted 'seconds' out of deference to his position. What he failed to have in looks, he certainly made up for in vigor. He could not even be bothered to move me, but simply forced me to me knees where I was, and thrust his swollen cock into my mouth. He was literally 'blown' away by my oral finesse. Thankfully, he had little endurance and soon creamed in my mouth. Next to arrive was a group of four men who actually seemed to have a plan. They positioned me on a club chair facing backwards. My back arched to hold my arse high and my head over the chair's back to offer my mouth to all comers. They formed a circle about me. The ones in front and back did the expected things, and the ones at the sides placed one of my hands on each of their man poles. Each of them roughly played with one of my nipples as I stroked his man meat. As the ones on each end finished their business, they rotated, with the former men on my sides now positioned at either pleasure-hole end. I reached for the cocks on either side and was delighted to find still stiff members. To my great pleasure, the man on my right side twisted his head under my chest and began nibbling on my tittie. My loud moan induced the other join suit, now both my titties were fully engaged, and my first orgasm was building. Somewhere during this 'rotation,' I changed my focus from any type of conscious thought to pure animal sexual reaction. My arse was moving is a subconscious rhythm with the man fucking it, and my head bobbed up and down on the cock currently available to it. When the second two came, I hit my first true orgasm and screamed, "Oh, yeessss! More!" Cum dribbled about my mouth, sissy cunt and even my own clitty, and it only made me hotter as I continued to grind and bob even after they departed my holes. Their reaction was the same as a red cape before a bull! The first two were in me again, this time each one the opposite end. I now was on a plateau, wanting more and more cock and cum. The men proved eager to fill my screaming sluttish needs. The next two passed into me almost seamlessly as if it was just a continuation of the same man in each position. All I could focus on was cock and then more cock! When they left me, I came a little back down to planet Earth, even if only to catch my breath. As I scooped up a large cum deposit streaming down my chin to lick it off my finger, the older man was back upon me. He pulled me off the chair, and with amazing strength and dexterity, he turned me about and pulled me down on top of him on the floor. With perfect aim, his exposed cock impaled my now gaping sissy pussy, going all the way to its hilt. I let out the sissiest girlish squeal of delight, which pleased the other men to no end. "Play with your titties, you sissy whore!" the man growled out of lust. I began moving my hips forward and backward and cupped my titties with my hands. I found a pool of cum between them and rubbed it over my nipples as I massaged each one between my thumb and forefinger. Once again, the man was putty ?- this time in my pussy. He rapidly came in an astounding quantity for a second effort. Before I knew it, the hunky Aussies were upon me. They effortlessly lifted me off the older man and draped me over a high serving table on my back. Spent cum was now oozing from my love canal. In fact, all I could smell was man cum. One put my legs over his shoulders and effortlessly 'drilled' my love hole. The other tilted my head back over the other end of the tale and inserted one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen into my hungry mouth! I tried to let them know how much I appreciated their manliness by renewed efforts on both my ends, but all too soon, I became overwhelmed with that raw animal lust once again. My God, it was a divine fucking in both ends by divine men. My orgasms were blending into just a constant urge, my clitty was leaking like a fountain. They both came and changed positions. When the second Aussie entered my pussy he screamed, "Crikey, this sissy Sheila is so full of spunk that she oozes from her sides when you poke her! Bloody amazing!" The other offered, "Well, Mate, when you're ready, just pull it out and coat her belly!" "Ooooh," I responded, "Yes, yes, come all over me - hose me down like the whore I am!" Not ones to disregard practical advice, both gents did precisely that! The one at my arse squirt ropes upon ropes over my hips and thighs. The 'head' Aussie hosed my hair, face and titties. My little clitty joined in the bukkake orgy with a measurable squirt of its very own. I now was spent. The two Aussies lifted me off the table and laid me on the floor like a rumpled, cum drenched rag. Sir Alex approached me and said, "Brilliant performance, my dear! I, as host, will deliver the coup de grace, but first, the gentlemen wish to pay you for services rendered. Gentlemen, please drop your contributions as you exit." Each man passed by me and tossed wads of cash down on my cum soaked body. When they finished paying their whore, I was covered in notes in various denominations from several different currencies. And I only thought that my humiliation was complete. Sir Alex again stood over me and made his contribution to my cum soaked filthy lucre. He then pulled out his large, and very hard, uncut cock, its foreskin already pealed back, and slowly masturbated over me. In no time, he shot rope after rope of cum down over my whore's wages, covering me from my waist up to my hair. Zipping up his trousers, he added, "You own me a proper blow job, cunt, which I fully intend on collecting next time I see your whorish arse!" He smiled and they all departed. I was too spent to move. Anna and the cabin boy laid my open cloak on the floor and lifted me by my hands and feet over it. I, together with ill-gotten gains, was then literally rolled me up into it. They tightly wrapped and tied its long cords around it, securing me from ankles to hood. I was throw over the cabin boy's shoulder and carried me back to the car. The smell and feel of drying cum permeated my bondage wrapping. Now my humiliation was complete. As exhaustion overcame me, random thoughts raced through mind. "Was I was to be sold into slavery as a common whore? Had I disappointed Mummy that much? Was it what I had said to Fifi? Did I betray the Group before I really ever entered it? Was my next stop to be the slave auction block in the Casbah?" My last thought was, "Oh, no! Chained half naked to a slave post..." Deep within the cloak, my little clitty stirred anew. Please tell me what you think about my story. Posted and personal feedback is so important to all of us. [email protected] ********************** © 2006 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be downloaded and printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be distributed electronically or otherwise made available without the express written consent of the copyright holder.