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ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. PART 2. (Would be best to read part one first as this is a direct continuation) MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Well she was definitely under my spell now; she had accepted the fact that I was supreme here. She had given her little virgin pussy up to me, I owned her now and deep inside she knew it! It was time to push her further; making her sit on the toilet like a girl was just my way of letting her know her place! The fact that I had just fucked her like a girl as well should break any idea she had of resistance to me! I ordered her into the bedroom knowing that she was too submissive now to argue; this was as complete a victory that I had ever had over a bitch, even in prison! Now it was just a matter of making her spend the next couple of days in my power; and she would be a most compliable, sexy little slut for me! Sitting down in my bedroom on the large leather chair in the corner still completely naked I grabbed the remote control and put on some music. I had my house fully equipped with a television, DVD and video player; plus my CD in the living room, bedrooms and several other rooms; so that I could set the mood I wanted anywhere I needed! I put on some Groove Armada, something nice and mellow and ordered her to dance for me; slowly at first, I would put some livelier music on next. I wanted her to learn how to move gracefully, feminine and sexy; how to make a man hard for her. She didn't know it yet but from now on her whole reason for existence would be to pleasure and serve my cock, she was to become my fuck-toy. "Ok dance for me sweetheart," I commanded. "Here in front of me," I added. Sitting there with my legs apart, one hand rubbing my cock the other reaching down onto the floor to pick up the four foot long very slender bamboo cane I had hid earlier. Realising from experience that even though I had already fucked her, it was another thing altogether to actually get her to dance like I wanted her to dance; the cane would persuade her should she prove awkward! She started to move a little in rhythm to the music; but I had been correct in assuming that she would be too shy to gyrate like a dancing whore straight away. "Come on, dance bitch," I snapped. Watching her eyes open with fear as I raised the cane she tried a little harder to please. "You're a girl now aren't you? What are you?" I queried. "I-I-I am a girl," her voice trembled in response. "And you will dance and strip for me like a girl," I continued. "Move closer bitch." I wanted her in range of my cane without having to lean too far forward; I was quite comfortable where I was. She did as I ordered standing just in front of my open legs. "Now dance you whore." I barked clipping the outside of her stocking clad thigh with the cane; making her jump a little and start wiggling her hips. "Turn around and bend down girl, I want to see you shake your little ass for me." Slowly turning round she did as I commanded. THWACK, I hit her across her thighs again, not too hard, just hard enough to get her attention. "Now be my own private lapdancer, dance for your man's cock." "Drop your skirt and slip off that blouse slowly, turn back round and tease me bitch." I was in full flow now! The skirt slowly fell down her legs and she stepped out of it; next the blouse hit the floor. She was still wearing the white stockings, heels, bra and suspender belt with the pink panties from earlier. I ran the tip of the cane up between her legs and I noticed her shiver as she danced. "Closer," I demanded. I wanted her within hands reach now so that I could casually molest my little princess as she performed. "Keep eye contact with me honey, I want to see your desire for your man's cock as you dance," I laughed. She was slowly starting to get the hang of it now as the track on the CD changed to something a little racier! I rubbed her outer thighs then touched the little bulge in her pretty little panties; I could almost smell her fear! "Bra off, sweetie." She quickly removed her bra her relief at being able to get rid of the female items of clothing was obvious. However it was gonna be very short lived, that was as much as she would be taking off tonight! Her body was slim and smooth; it didn't take to much imagination to see her as a woman. Fucking her was just like fucking a woman; she had even moaned and writhed like a woman when I had taken her virginity; now I wanted her again. "Go and freshen up your lipstick honey; put it on nice and thick, then put this on." I passed her a short, tight but very stretchy, pink, see-thru mesh material nighty. She took it from me her eyes cast down to the floor and walked over to the dressing table. So far this evening she had just been a passive victim to my little game, my unwilling plaything. Now I was gonna teach her how to be a sexual, sensual woman. She reluctantly put the nighty on and made a great, long winded show of putting on her lippy, I could tell she was playing for time! Fair enough I thought, amused at her naivety; she could take as long as she fucking wanted it wasn't gonna change anything. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. God could this get any worse? I thought to myself, as I sat there slowly applying the pink lipstick; knowing that it surely would! He had completely dominated me physically and mentally; forced me to dress up as fucking tart for god's sake! Rammed his cock first down my throat then up my arse; it was hardly likely that he would ease off now. I was in for a very long weekend; there was NO WAY OUT! My pussy, as he had ordered me to refer to my arse as, was sore. I could feel a damp, sticky patch in the girls' knickers he had forced me to wear; a mixture of his semen and lube leaking out of me. It was undeniable that he had fucked me like a bitch; I could still see the picture the image I must have presented in my mind. The one of me laying there on my back, wearing a girls' blouse that was hanging open, nipples exposed. A girls skirt up around my waist showing a suspender belt and stockings; high heels on and my knickers hanging from my ankle. With a huge, hairy man between my legs with his cock fully inside me, pumping in and out! The fact that he had actually cum deep in my pussy added to my sense of hopelessness and defeat. I had briefly thought my ordeal to be nearly over when he told me to take the bra off; I just wanted to take all that girly stuff off, have a shower and go home! This hope was soon dashed as he passed me a flimsy pink nighty; it was even more girly than what I had been previously made to wear. I tried to play for time slowly putting on three coats of lipstick and struggling to pull the tight nighty up over my heels. I wasted a few more seconds wriggling it up over my hips and hooking the thin straps over my shoulders. Before I realised that this little performance was just what he wanted. So I quickly smoothed it straight and returned to my place, stood before him between his open legs. "Are you ready to learn how to be a real woman for Daddy?" he asked. I could only mumble and nod my head slightly. "Well then; time to learn how to be a sexy little bint for your boyfriend." "On ya fucking knees then, bitch," he snapped. I did as I was told and sunk to my knees, his erect cock only inches from my face. I hadn't really taken much notice of it last time when he had forced it down my throat; it was in my mouth so fast I hadn't had the time to. Firstly I was struck by its smell; it was a deep musky, what I later learnt to be a 'male on heat' odour. It was not unpleasant, in fact for a woman quite arousing I surmised, but for a young hetero-sexual male, so close to my face, it was frightening. Secondly I noticed for the first time just how big it was, certainly bigger than mine; it must have been at least eight inches long and reasonably thick as well. I wondered just how he had got it inside me; no wonder I was tender down there! His balls were large too; and like his legs, stomach and chest, covered in thick dark hair. He was definitely what would be described as a powerfully built man; I was quite puny next to him. His arms were as thick as my legs and it looked all muscle to me; I really didn't want to get on the wrong side of this man, he would kill me in a fight! He lent down to me and passed me the open bottle of poppers; I took another large hit, as I had done earlier. It seemed to me that the more drug-fucked I was then the quicker this evening would pass; and there was the strange sensation I got as the chemical hit my brain. It made me feel almost submissive, more accepting of my position, it made it easier for me to think of myself as a girl! Weird I know, but then drugs and alcohol can have an unusual effect upon the brain. He broke the dream state I was entering by saying, "You have already tasted my cock; but that was just a face fuck." I looked up at him, a little confused. "Any silly little piece of ass can get his or her face fucked." "You're gonna learn how to suck a mans' dick properly; like a classy bit of skirt, like a sexy, horny woman." "And you better look like you're enjoying it too, do you understand bitch?" he quickly continued. "You have got to learn to worship my cock and balls." "You have to learn to consider that being given the privilege of kissing them, licking them and sucking them is the highest honour you can receive" "AND MEAN IT," he shouted. I wasn't stupid, even though my mind was flying all over the place, I knew what he wanted and also knew that it was best to give it him. I leant forward closing my eyes as I did so; only to be told. "No, look at me when you serve my cock, you whore." So I looked him in the eye and hesitated, not sure exactly how to do it. He smiled at me, knowing I was lost. "Come on princess, you know what a good blow-job feels like?" "You know how it feels to have a bird suck you off?" I must admit that I did! "Just do what you know a slut should do for a man." What could I do? I was in no position to argue now; I gently flicked my tongue across his balls. "Mmmm, that's good honey," he moaned. "Keep it up and we are gonna get on real well, honey." "Don't worry; I'll give you directions on how to do just what I want." He laughed as he tapped me gently on my upturned bottom with the cane that he was still holding. "Lick them balls bitch; get em nice and wet." I could hear him verbally humiliate me through the pounding of the dope, the alcohol and the poppers in my ears. There was nothing that I could do, except obey him and do my best to please him. I licked his hairy balls, popping them each in turn into my mouth to moisten them fully as he had demanded. THWACK! I felt a sudden sharp bite to my buttock as the cane fell across it. "Very good, slut! Now work on my cock starting at the top." I instantly responded, still looking him in the eye I slowly moved my tongue up his shaft towards his swollen glands. He gripped my hair and said. "That's it princess, you're learning pretty quickly." The tip of my tongue moved over the shiny head of his throbbing penis and I licked into the eye-shaped slit at its tip. My hands being drawn, as if magnetically, to his balls; I caressed them as I worked my new found feminine magic! It was almost as if that for the first time tonight, I actually had some control over the proceedings. Of course this was nonsense, I was still dressed like a girl, on my knees, sucking this mans' prick! "Now open wide and suck my cock into your mouth, honey. And keep working that tongue on my japs-eye as you do." I took him slowly ever deeper into my mouth; tasting his manly odour, a mix of sweat and a slight taste of urine. Very different to the female taste I was used to when giving head! He did seem very happy with my efforts, moaning encouragement to me as I took him deeper and deeper; things like. "Oh yea, that's it girl." "That's it sweetheart, suck Daddy's cock." "Good little whore." "Mmmm yea take more you slut." In fact it was probably the nicest he had been to me since this nightmare had began I thought ironically! I took as much of him into my mouth, gagging as he selfishly thrust his pelvis up into my face. I really was trying to suck his penis as best as I could; but being a typical male he still wanted to choke me! The crazy thought ran through my mind that maybe from now on I would be a little more considerate in future when I was in the male role! Obviously this Mr Wilton had never himself given a man a blow-job like this or he would have been more appreciative of my efforts to please him. This scenario seemed to go on for an eternity; every so often he would pause, take his hands from the back of my head and offer me more poppers. These I gratefully accepted along with the occasional hit from a joint or a mouthful of beer he gave me! I felt him jerk then stiffen his body, he shuddered and I braced myself for his cum. I took a deep breath and prepared to feel the hot sticky stream hit the back of my throat. I was surprised as he pulled my head back by my hair and said, "Oh no you nasty little slut. I know you are hungry for your mans' cream. What are you?" In shock I numbly mumbled, "I am a nasty little slut, hungry for my mans' cream." "But you are not gonna get it just yet, you whore." He suddenly stood up, yanking me onto my feet as well as he did so, saying, "Oh no my little cum-slut; this next load of my precious semen is going up your pussy, like the last lot did." "You still ain't my proper little fuck-toy yet; not until I have fucked your cunt a few more times you're not!" I was spun around until I faced the bed about six feet in front of me and felt a push in my back followed by the sting of the cane on my bum. "On the fucking bed slut," he hissed. "On all fours, ass up, like a bitch on heat." I staggered towards the bed, crawling onto it into the position that he had demanded of me. As I reached the middle I paused, putting my face and shoulders to the bed, I raised my ass up high and waited for the inevitable assault! I did not have to wait long, the bed dipped as his huge frame moved into position behind me. I could feel myself shaking with the fear of what I knew was gonna happen; I flinched as his hands gripped my ankles pulling them apart. His hands ran slowly up my calves pausing to squeeze them gently. Then they moved up higher, stroking my thighs through the fine nylon of my stockings. My breathing became slower, deeper; although I was frightened I was becoming more accepting of the reality of my new role. His hands crossed the bare flesh between my stocking-tops and my panties under my nighty; with a quick movement he yanked it up to my waist and grabbed my ass firmly with both hands. "God you're so fucking sexy, a real horny little bitch," he exclaimed. I could feel his fingers inside my panties now; pulling them outwards and to one side with one hand, his other pulling my bum cheek in the other direction. He made a spitting sound and I felt I glob of what I presumed to be his saliva land on my stretched open, vulnerable entrance. Noticing the bottle of poppers beside my face on the bed I unscrewed the top and inhaled deeply. I knew what was coming next, knew the pain that I would experience as my ass was being taken would be eased by the mind numbing effect of the bottles contents. I also knew from my own sexual experience as a male that taking a girl doggy style is a much harder and deeper fuck than taking her in the missionary position. "Mmmm my nasty little whore," he sighed. More saliva fell onto my bottom, landing at the top of the cleft between my buttocks and running down and into my hole! What felt like his index finger started to probe around my rim then slipped inside me. I flinched again as I had the first time when he had fingered me; but that only encouraged him to push it in all the way. He followed this by inserting a second finger and worked them around in my ass stretching it wider as he did so. Fortunately there was still quite a bit of the lube still there from the last time he had used me. It was still hurting though; I was still not used to being used in this way. It was still a very new, unfamiliar and frightening experience to me! I felt him move his pelvis closer to my bum, the tip of his cock rubbing against my already violated ass-hole. I started to sob quietly to myself, he must have heard me as he paused and said, "Argh what's up sweetheart? Is your little cunt still sore?" "Y-y-yes Sir," I pleaded in response. "Would you rather I didn't fuck you again tonight princess?" he said in an almost concerned voice. Thinking in my desperation that at last he was actually going to show me some compassion, I sobbed to him in reply, "Y-yes please Sir don't fuck me again, I'm hurting, p-please let me go now I have paid my debt to you for not reporting me at work" "Ok," he said softly, adding, "If you ask me really nicely not to fuck you again I won't; but you have to beg me properly not to!" Possibly because of my naivety, possibly because my head was spinning with the poppers; but more likely out of just out of my desperate wishful thinking I believed him! "P-p-please Sir, please don't fuck me again," I grovelled. "Please don't fuck your what? Bitch," he answered. I knew what he wanted me to say and in this state of mind I would have said anything, so I continued, "Please don't fuck my little girly pussy again Sir. Please I have been a good little girl for you tonight; I have sucked your cock and given you my virginity just like you told me to." I must have been blathering away like this for a couple of minutes, getting more and more frantic in my pleading. Each second that passed gave me the hope that that he was going to show me some mercy as a reward for what I had endured so far this evening. "P-please don't fuck my tight little cunt, it's so sore." "Please Sir don't hurt me again with your big hard cock," I cried. Then I made another mistake, my muscles had been constricted so tight with fear for the last several minutes that I realised I couldn't keep that up for long. Starting to believe that I had somehow I had made a favourable impression on him and had successfully appealed to his better nature, I relaxed! "OH FUCK, OOOWWW." I screamed as the pain hit me, with one hard jerk of his pelvis and with his hands gripping my hips firmly, pulling my body backwards, he entered me. It felt like he had buried his shaft all the way up in one thrust and he laughed! "Tough fucking shit slut; I have a fucking raging hard on now and the only way I can relieve it is by sticking it up my girlies pussy." "Did you honestly think I was finished with you yet," he sneered. "I just wanted to hear you beg like the victim you are. Sometimes I like to take my sluts against their will." "Last time you were too easy; it was even like you were enjoying it." His voice was cold and hard now, mocking me, laughing at the power and control he wielded over me. "B-b-but I was only doing as you told me too Sir!" I sobbed in disbelieve. "I-I was just trying to be a good girl, trying to please you Sir." This only made him laugh harder, even crueller than before. "Yes bitch, I know; and you still are doing just what I told you to do." "You are a good little girl and you are learning how to behave like a good little girl should do." "Learning that it is a good little girls place and duty to give her cunt up to her man, whenever he wants it!" His cock was slowly removed back to the tip; then thrust in again. I thought I was going to pass out but that relieve eluded me! With his hands still gripping my hips I couldn't even drop to my stomach to escape him. He was holding me up, pulling me backwards and pushing me forwards in rhythm with his continual thrusting. I took more poppers in a bid to mentally escape the pain, shame and humiliation of it all. He was riding me like a bitch and I knew it; I had been in opposite role myself many times with girls and knew that in his mind, his pleasure was paramount now. He would not be too concerned with my welfare he would not stop until he had emptied his balls inside me again. "Yea take it you fucking whore, take it all up your snatch." I could just make out him saying as his cock continued to force its way up me; like I really was his bitch, his slut, his whore, his fuck-toy! His pace increased and I became oblivious to the continual pounding; he was obviously approaching his climax. I could feel him stiffen and pull me completely onto him as he shot his load up deep inside my fuck-hole. He gave several more sharp pushes and moaned with his own sexual release and pleasure, calling me, "His good little girl, his special little princess." I felt the palms of his hands in the small of my back as he pushed me flat on the bed his body collapsing on top of me. Eventually his penis went soft inside me and it slipped out trailing a string of his semen down my ass and inner thighs as it withdrew. He rolled off me and switching the music and the lamp off said to me as I sobbed into the pillow. "Shush now girl. Get some sleep while you can; this is like our honeymoon night and I can still get it up for my new girlfriend again before the morning." He put his arm around me and quickly fell asleep. Knowing that I couldn't escape him and the effects of the substances wearing off, I did as he had recommended and was soon asleep myself. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was still dark when I awoke; she was still lying on her stomach beside me. I gently lifted up the quilt to have a good look at her. She was breathing softly with her little nighty still pulled up showing her panties with a sexy looking damp patch between her legs, the evidence of my earlier efforts! I recounted to myself how the evening had progressed so far with great satisfaction. As far as I was concerned it had gone perfectly and I really didn't care how it had gone for her; I was not overly concerned with her feelings or welfare! She was just there to please me now, to suck my cock when I wanted her mouth and to drop her knickers when I wanted her pussy. I was very pleased with the way she had worshipped my manhood; although she still had a lot to learn I was confident that I was the man to teach her. Shagging her doggy-style had been a real turn on as well. As nice as it was to fuck a girl on her back looking at her face as I penetrated her, it was always a huge turn on fucking them from behind. It was so much more submissive for her to be on all-fours and to offer herself to a man; plus you could always get deeper in and really fuck her senseless that way. She was also very quickly learning the things I wanted her to say. I like a girl to talk dirty to me. "Ha Ha," I laughed aloud at this idea! The thought of what I had already done to her made my cock stiffen with anticipation of more to come. I slipped my hand into the back of her panties and went straight to her swollen, sticky fuck-hole. "Wake up," I whispered as I fingered her snatch. "Daddy wants his bitch again." She groaned and I knew she was awake so I reached over to the bedside table and dipped my index and fore-fingers into the tub of opened lube sitting there. With my other hand I yanked her panties down to her knees and slapped her arse hard. She jumped up in shock. "Knickers off sweetheart," I demanded. It was pleasing to observe how she quickly complied; I felt her wriggle as she slid them off over her feet, still lying on her tummy. "Pass them here," I continued. "Give me your panties girl." Again she quickly complied reaching her hand down and passing them up to me. I casually lubed her up then reaching my arm under her neck I pulled on top of me so as she was lay on her back on my chest. She was so light compared to me I hardly noticed her weight on me. My hands were now free to roam up under her nighty across her tits, down to her clitty and underneath her to position my cock at her pussy-mouth. Stuffing her panties into her mouth I pushed her body downwards whilst thrusting my hips up. The improvised gag stifled the little girly yelp she let out and every muscle in her body contracted as for the third time tonight I entered her. This would not take long; it was just a quickie to ease my throbbing penis. I bounced her up and down her limbs flailing about like a rag dolls, muffled whimpering noises escaping her mouth. Not saying a word to her this time as I fucked her, this was just a physical fuck the mind games were not needed now. As I suspected my balls soon exploded, filling her up again as I bit her neck from behind. "That's good bitch, oh yea that is good," I said as I pushed her off me. I was very tired now and she must be too, I wanted to save some energy not to mention some cum for tomorrow. It was still only Friday night; I had all day tomorrow to play with her. I would probably let her go Sunday lunchtime so she could be rested and back at work Monday morning! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I was completely drained emotionally by the time he had finished with me and fell asleep as soon as he had pushed me off his huge hairy chest. I awoke to see the bright sunlight streaming through the half opened curtains. I was alone in the big bed and it took me a couple of minutes to realise just where I was; though the tingling in my ass soon reminded me. The nighty and stockings I was still wearing brought the memory of the last evenings' events back into my mind. My discarded panties were lying on the pillow beside my face and I could see the pink lipstick marks on them where he had forced them into my mouth. Not knowing what time it was added to my disorientation, I could hear the television on downstairs so I knew that he was probably in the house somewhere. Unsure what to do next I decided to just stay where I was for now; take the opportunity to gather my thoughts. I was in a strange house with a strange guy and I had no escape! I had been blackmailed and threatened with physical violence to perform for him as a girl! He had used me like a girl and taken my virginity as one! I had been verbally and sexually humiliated in a way that twenty-four hours ago I wouldn't have believed possible! To make matters worse it was very doubtful that my ordeal was over. I am sure I remembered him saying last night that I was to remain here for the entire weekend! What day was it now? With a growing dread it dawned on me that it was still only Saturday! Well I certainly wasn't in a rush to get the day started so I just curled up in a ball and prayed for some miracle. Maybe he would come in the bedroom and tell me that it was all over now and that I could go home? This hope was dashed about twenty minutes later when I heard him open the bedroom door and say. "Morning princess." "I know that you are awake." "Now get up, take your make-up off and go and have a nice hot shower." "When your ready put that dressing gown on hanging behind the door and come downstairs." I peered out from under the covers and saw him standing at the end of the bed smiling down at me. "W-w-what time is it?" I queried. "It's almost midday," he laughed in response. "Time to get your pretty little ass up out of bed. Come and have some breakfast and you will feel better" "Today you are gonna spend the whole day as a woman!" "My woman to be exact," he added with another gentle laugh. He then left the room and I heard him walk back down the stairs. Getting up I stripped off my remaining clothes; used the cleanser on the dressing table to remove the last of my make-up and stepped into the small en-suite bathroom. After showering and drying myself I slipped on the long white silk gown that he had indicated that I wear and went downstairs. I found him sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, drinking a coffee and reading the daily newspaper. "Well, well," he exclaimed. "And how are you this morning then darling?" He was grinning at me and seemed in quite a friendly mood so I managed a thin smile and tried to bluff it out! "I am fine," I told him; though obviously I was not! There were some cereals and a jug of milk on the table, he waved his hand over them indicating that I should sit down and eat. "Fancy a coffee honey?" he enquired. This was surreal; I mean he was almost acting as this was the most natural thing in the world. In a crazy way I supposed it was to him; in his world I was his new girlfriend and we had just spent our first full evening together and had had sex together for the first time! Unluckily for me it was his world that I was now forced to inhabit for at least the next twenty-four hours; so I was just gonna have to play along with his game. "Today you are going to learn how to be a proper lady for me," he said, peering over his paper. "You are going to learn how to walk even more naturally in your heels" "You did quite well last night for a beginner; but I want to see you sashay a bit more when you walk." "I want to see you swing your hips and wiggle your ass like a real woman." "Also you are gonna learn how to put your make-up on properly, how to dress sexy; how to pretty yourself up for your boyfriend!" He put the paper down and poured me a coffee then passed me the milk and sugar. "Thank you," I said meekly. He then surprised me a bit by saying, "I will be going out for a couple of hours soon" "There is a make-up instruction manual in the bedroom; I suggest you use the time to practice getting it right." I was a little shocked at the realisation that he knew that he could leave me alone here; it was a fact that we both knew that I had no choice but to be here waiting when he got back. "Where are you going," I asked, more in a hope of making small talk than actually caring. "Well princess," he beamed at me. "Since last night went so successfully I am going to go into work and pick a nice classy outfit for you to wear tonight." "You shall dress as perfectly and elegantly as you can and I will arrange for a restaurant I know to delivery a special meal for us both" "It will be kinda like your first dinner date as my girlfriend," he added with a laugh. "Oh," I replied glumly. "And what if last night had not been so successful," I said a bit sarcastically; instantly realising that I was actually starting to sound like a sulky little girl! His smile faded and he looked me hard in the eye and said. "In that case then girl I wouldn't be planning on being so nice to you today." "I would have beaten the shit out of you, tied you up bent double over a chair and taken it in turns to whip your ass and fuck it hard without lube as the fancy took me!" "And then still reported you at work; so it's so nice that we understand each other and that you are aware that your continuing cooperation is vital to your own well being." I was left in no doubt just what he meant so I looked down at the floor I replied submissively. "Yes I understand Sir; I am your good little girlfriend." Standing up and moving around the table towards me he continued, "Good, now give me a kiss I'm going now." He held my face in both his hands, bent down and kissed me on the lips firmly. I responded by opening them slightly to allow his tongue to enter my mouth. "I'll be back about five-o-clock, when you've done your make-up, put on the outfit on the bed in the spare room and practice in the heels." "I'll expect you to welcome me back like a proper girlfriend should when her boyfriend gets home." MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was quite clear to me that I could leave her alone in the house whilst I went into town. She knew that she had no alternative other than to be sat right here looking all pretty for me on my return. I wanted her to know that fact as well, that's why I was leaving her. It was a way of re-enforcing the new status quo over her. I knew she would think about taking her chance to escape and I also knew that she would think better of it! It didn't take me long to drive to the department store where my 'girlfriend' and I both worked. I went up to the security office I thought whilst I am already here shopping I can check up on what has been going on while I have been off. I knew everything would be under control the security team that I had working under me were all very old friends of mine. I had done prison time with several of them and they all knew the score in regards as to who our real employer was! In fact only myself and the security team did know the truth, even old Williams the guy who thought of himself as the general manager of the place didn't actually realise that the entire building was in fact owned by the Maloney family. Who were the biggest, best organised crime family in this part of the country. Through my own criminal history I was well known and trusted by the whole family, hence my good position here. I had even spent a couple of years sharing a cell with Frank Maloney the family head. Danny, one of my good mates was sat at the CCTV monitor when I entered the office. "Hi boss," he said. "How's tricks?" "Pretty good Danny, pretty fucking good," I replied. "Did you manage to pull that bird that you told me you had your eye on?" he asked me. "Oh yea Danny boy," I laughed. "I've been fucking her real good all night" "She any good?" he laughed in response. I told him in a hushed whispered tone that she had been a virgin until last night although I didn't let on to him just who it was; I let him believe it was a real girl that I had seduced! He was amused to hear that he said he didn't think that there were any virgins left in this world to which I just replied, "Oh yea there is Danny boy, you just gotta look in the right place," I added as I left him to fantasise about shagging one. I strolled down the ladies department and started searching through the dresses for something suitable for her to wear tonight, I wanted her to look like a classy lady, the pink and white 'girl next door' look had been great for last night when she was still only a virgin. Now however, I had turned her into a real woman and I wanted to see her dressed a little more sophisticated. It took me a good hour or so to pick just the right outfit for her, including stockings, shoes and lingerie; I even picked up a new night- gown for her to wear later. I took the stuff over to the till and showed the girl there my concession card, I was lucky enough because of my senior position not to have to pay for anything here so she just wrapped it all up for me, smiled and wished me a good afternoon. I looked at my watch it was about a quarter past four, good I thought to myself if I leave now I will be home for five-o-clock as I had promised her. She better be dressed, made-up and ready for my return or the silly little bitch would be in big trouble. I got in my car and headed home. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE After he had gone out through the front door I carefully peeked around the curtain and watched him get in his car and drive off. Well at least I would be left in peace for a couple of hours; I finished my breakfast and went back upstairs to the master bedroom. Sitting myself down at the dressing table I took stock of the collection of make-up upon it. There were all sorts of different things, some I recognized and some I didn't. I opened the instruction book he had left out for me and got to work. First I tried the different types of foundation and blushers, then the lips and eyes continually rushing into the bathroom to wash them off and start again. I experimented with different colours and mixes, taking lot of care to follow the instructions correctly. I also removed last nights nail varnish and on each nail tried a new colour to see how they looked. Eventually I settled on a quite pale less noticeable more discreet colour than the bright pink I had worn before. Remembering how he had told me to put the mascara on I first put on the white gooey stuff to give the impression that they were longer and thicker than they actually were. I looked at the time and was amazed to see how quickly it had flown, in a strange way I was actually starting to get into what I was doing. I figured that if it made him happy then he would be a lot more gentle and easy on me later. I realised that there was no way I could avoid the inevitable fucking he was gonna give me; but at least if I was 'a good girl' then he would be nicer to me and use lube! It really is amazing how a person can learn to live and adapt to any situation of they have no choice; even one as perverse as this one was! Finishing of my face to the best of my ability I brushed my shoulder length hair into as feminine style as I could manage and walked naked into the spare bedroom. I saw the clothes that I was to wear for his return lay out on the bed as he said they would be. I took a deep breath and started to dress. First I picked up the lacy, cream suspender belt fastened it around my waist and spun it around into position. Then I carefully rolled the sheer tan stockings up my legs attaching the suspender belt clips to the tops. Next came the matching cream coloured lacy G-string and bra with the small silicon falsies to slip in the B-cups. Then I held up the knee length deep cream coloured dress. It was a thin stretchy material, tight over my body but flaring out from my hips. I wasn't sure if it would be easier to put it on over my head? But eventually I figured that the best way to put it on would be by standing in it and pulling it up my body. Finally I put on the four inch wedge heeled light brown sandals. I checked myself in the mirror, it was an almost natural girly thing to do! Then I headed out of the bedroom to take the chance to explore the house a little while he was out. The material of the dress was flimsy enough to cling to my thighs as I walked showing off the shape of my hips and legs. I noticed that this style of heel I was wearing was a bit easier to walk in than the ones I had worn last night. I guessed that he had left me these to wear to practice in and that the ones I would be wearing tonight would be more like the previous heels! By now it was a quarter past four; I had about forty-five minutes until his return. It was quite a new house, no more than ten years old I guessed; even though it was detached it only had three bedrooms. One of those was the master bedroom with the en-suite bathroom, another one was a smaller spare bedroom and there was an even smaller one that he obviously used to store things in. Then there was the main bathroom; the one that I had showered in last night. I walked down the stairs; they led straight into the main open plan living room with a dinning area, with the good sized kitchen at the back and a small entrance hall to the front. All very normal really just an average house on an average new housing development. There was a small garden on the street side and what looked to be a larger one at the rear. Opening the kitchen door I saw that there was a small utility room leading to the outside door. Sitting on a worktop in this room was the black bin liner that he had put my clothes in last night. I looked inside and there were my male clothes; I was tempted to put them on and run for it. Realising the futility of that course of action I folded the bag back up and went back into the living room. He was due home anytime now so there was nothing left for me to do other than sit down and await him. Instinctively I smoothed my dress down at the back as I sat, crossing my legs and folding my hands in my lap. It was strange but I felt that when I was dressed like a girl I should sit like a girl. I know realised why they do sit in the position that they usually do; it is a need to keep their knees together, their skirt smoothed down and their modesty protected! 'MY GOD' I thought to myself I am even starting to play along with this weird perverse charade for him now; even when he was not here! I saw the joint left in the ashtray and assuming that he had left it for me I lit it up. I really needed to be cool and relaxed if I was gonna be able to go through with the night ahead! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Parking the car in my driveway I got the bags out of the boot and walked up to my front door; the bitch better be ready for me or there would be big trouble! I needn't have worried; she was sat demurely on the sofa dressed as I had expected her to be. I put the bags on the floor and she looked at them nervously; I could see her trepidation as she wondered just what she would be wearing tonight? "Hello princess," I said cheerfully. "Hello Sir," she mumbled in reply. "Well come on, welcome your man home properly honey," I continued, adding, "A good girl should come running over, put her arms around her boyfriends' neck and kiss him when he gets home with lots of nice new pretty things for her." I could smell the joint she had been smoking and could see the effect it had had on her in her bleary eyes. This was just perfect, that's why I had left it out; I knew that she would be more compliant to my wishes when she was stoned. She did as I had told her, placing her arms around my neck and offering her mouth up to mine; her head tilted to one side like a girl should! My hands wandered down her body as I kissed her deeply my tongue inside her open mouth. Tugging up her skirt I ran my finger-tips across her stockings; higher and higher up to her naked buttocks. "Oh good," I said out loud, remembering that I had left out a G-string for her to wear. "What a lovely little bum you've got princess. Now, what have you got?" "A lovely little bum Sir," she responded. I kissed her again; she was learning the game now and my god she was making me horny! I gripped her smooth, pert ass and pulled her cheeks apart. With one finger slipping under the tiny piece of material to touch her pussy, she moaned in response so I probed deeper into both of her yielding orifices with my tongue and my invading finger. Her body stiffened as my finger-tip entered her; so breaking off the kiss, I spun her around and with my finger still inside her I marched her over to the back of the sofa. "Bend over bitch," I snapped, my cock straining in my pants. She bent over the sofa as I gently tapped her legs apart with my feet and unzipped my fly; I was out of control now, I just wanted to have her there and then. I yanked her skirt up higher to expose her lingerie clad body from the waist down. I already had a tube of lube in my pocket as I wanted to be prepared for any event with her around! I opened it and pulling the G- string away from her ass proceeded to squeeze it out over her stretched cunt. It only took a minute to have her all opened up and receptive for me. This time I wanted her to experience being fucked without the aid of poppers, drugs and alcohol. She had only smoked one joint she would still be able to feel everything that was gonna happen to her! "Now, what's Daddy gonna do to his precious little princess," I mockingly quizzed her. "He's gonna stick his big hard cock up her grateful little pussy, isn't he?" I added. She obliged me by repeating my words back to me; she really was a clever little girl. She knew now that she was gonna get my cock either way and that there was no point in even a token show of resistance! And with that happy thought in my mind; that inner satisfaction of total victory, I fucked her. A nice measured leisurely fuck, not too hard, as I didn't want to hurt her too much! I wanted her to realise that I was pleased with her, that it should be thought of as an honour and a pleasure for her to take her mans' cock. But not too gentle either; I didn't want her to forget her place. When you are trying to train a new bitch; experience has taught me that every tiny little thing you do and say to her must be aimed at teaching her acceptance of her new position in life. Every little thing I do or say in her presence must be a thought out process and enacted to reach this goal. Gripping her hips I rocked her back and forth, impaling her on my manhood. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I rode her as I felt myself beginning to tense up with my orgasm. She was letting out little whimpering moaning sounds, she even sounded just like a woman getting a length of cock! "God, you fucking nasty little slut," I shouted as I emptied myself as far up her cunt as I could. "You fucking dirty little whore," I exclaimed in delight. "What are you?" Again she showed me just how far my training had taken her by saying, "I am your nasty little slut, Sir, Your dirty little whore." I relaxed my grip as my orgasm subsided. Letting my now semi flaccid prick exit her body I wiped it clean on her G-string; before letting it snap back into place between the cleft of her buttocks. I could see my cum oozing out of her fuck-hole; a pleasing sight for any man! Who knew what thoughts must be going through her head and more to the point, who cares? I was the alpha male and she was the bitch; that was all that mattered! She was good though, she was as good as anything I had taken before. There was a natural feminine submissiveness to her; who knows she might even get to like this one day? But then again, who cares? I smoothed her dress back down and told her to come and sit on my knee on the sofa and tell me about how she had spent her first day alone as a girl. As we sat down and she talked I could tell by her body language that she was almost delirious with the shock of the way her weekend had turned out. She babbled away about her experiments with make-up, her exploration of my house, etc just like a fucking woman would. Sitting back and lighting up a joint I stopped listening to her and smiled. She was my pretty little puppet now; I could pull her strings and get her to do anything I wanted her to do. And what was even sweeter was the knowledge that she knew that too; coupled with the knowledge that she knew that I knew this fact as well! It was fucking perfect; I let out a contented sigh. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I don't what came over me when I was sat on his knee talking; I was just talking for the sake of talking. I just wanted to buy myself a bit of time to take in the fact that he had just casually bent me over and fucked me! I think my mind went into some kind of post traumatic, stress over-drive induced shock! To try and comprehend that I, an eighteen year old hetero-sexual, girl-shagging guy, now had to experience a complete role reversal! I was blathering on to him about make-up, dressing up and generally talking like some dizzy little bimbo; and from my own male orientated experience I knew for a fact that he was not listening to a word I said; I wouldn't have been doing either in his situation. I realised that I must sound like some giddy little girl to him! After listening to my chatter until he had finished his joint he put his finger to my lips and whispered, "Hush sweetheart, I want you to get those bags, go upstairs and take a shower, make sure you give your face a good close shave." "Then put on the make-up, nail varnish, clothes and jewelry; do your hair nice and pretty. You've got a couple of hours so take your time princess." In what I thought at the time was one of his rare compassionate acts towards me, he gave me two joints and told me to help myself to a couple of bottles of beer out of the fridge to take upstairs with me. Although I now realise that it was in reality just another cynical act to try and make me believe that he actually cared for me; that he really did think of me has his legitimate, bone-fide, willing girlfriend. Also that he knew that the more drunk and stoned I was then the less resistance I would put up. Not that I was capable anyway now of any type of even symbolic resistance; I was beaten, I was now a bitch! I quickly showered and shaved; I wanted to get my make-up on and dressed as quickly as I could. I wanted to have some time alone in peace before he summoned me to join him! It was obvious from the size, shape and weight which of the shopping bags contained the make-up. So I started with that one first, I was in no rush to see what clothes I would be spending the rest of the evening wearing. Nothing I could do would change things now, so why upset myself even more? Best to just get on with it, surely after tonight this nightmare would be all over? Starting with the foundation I applied it the way I had learned earlier that day; I did the same with the eye liner and mascara. Next I put on the dark purple eye shadow on my eye-lids with the lighter pinker colour in the sockets and blended them in as it had advised in the instruction book. I brushed on a line of light purple blusher following the line of my cheek-bone and then coated my entire face with a thin layer of powder. I saved my lips until last; it would take a steady hand to get the outline just right. In a strange way I wanted to get my make-up as good as possible for him; if I was gonna do this then I didn't want him to think of me as too stupid to even follow basic instructions! In my mind numbed state I completely missed the irony of the fact; that there I was making myself all pretty and sexually desirable to a man who was gonna use me against my will and better judgement. That I was in fact tarting myself up for a rapist! When I was happy with the feminine look I had created I took I deep breath and opened the bags on the bed. The largest of which contained a black dress, I held it up to see what it looked like. It wasn't very long it looked like it would finish several inches above my knee. It was a 1950s style all silk and very expensive looking. The neckline was quite deep in a kind of scoop shape look and there were thin straps to go over my shoulders. It was quite tight and fitted looking over the body with a zip up the back with a broad black, silk sash around the waist, below that the bottom half of the dress flared out and fell in folds and pleats. The sort of dress I could imagine Marilyn Monroe wearing I thought to myself. The next bag was a bit smaller; I emptied the contents onto the bed. These were a pair of expensive looking, seven denier black stockings, a black and purple basque and a pair of very sheer pair of black and purple panties. Without looking at the other two bags I proceeded to put on what I had already seen. The basque was quite tight although luckily for me it did stretch to fit. It was a fine black mesh material at the back and sides with purple silk panels in the front. I carefully rolled on the black stockings and attached them to the clips hanging from the basque. I knew to put the panties on over the stockings as it made it easier in case I should need the bathroom and I knew from last time that he may want to watch me so it would be best if I could get them down to my knees! Also I didn't know yet in which position he would take me; I knew from the first time that if I was gonna be legs up and on my back then I needed to be able to get the panties off! When getting fucked like a girl which I was more than likely gonna be, I had already learned that it is less painful if you can get your legs as wide apart as possible. Fucking hell was that what my mind-set had become I thought as I toked the spliff and took a mouthful of beer. I was even subconsciously submitting to the inevitability of the course of events that he had contrived! The panties were of the same material as the basque; they were quite a high cut and the soft stretchy fabric felt quite erotic over my 'clitty' as he called it! I put on the dress and straightened it up properly so as to cover my stocking-tops and cleavage simultaneously! Not an easy task; I was starting to appreciate the delicate balancing act that women go through in order to keep their look intact! One of the remaining bags contained a shoe box, inside were a pair of strappy sandals similar to the ones that I had worn last night only with a slightly bigger heel, I guessed at about five inches and in black. I put them on quickly realising that walking in these was going to require a great deal of concentration on top of everything else I was going to have to remember. I had to walk like a woman, sit like a woman, talk like a woman, act like a woman and be fucked like a woman if I was gonna get through this night! The last bag held a couple of items of jewelry, probably costume jewelry? But who knows with this guy; he is on the 'I'm his real-life' girlfriend trip and I am just playing along like some kind of trollop! There was a triple banded pearl bracelet for one wrist, with a purple coloured jewelled bracelet for the other one. Lastly I slipped the two deep ruby and gold rings on my fingers and brushed my hair. I had still not learned how to style it properly yet so I just brushed it straight letting it naturally curl over my neck and shoulders. I finished with a liberal spray of the perfume that I had used earlier. Looking in the full length mirror I had to admit to myself, however begrudgingly; that I really did make quite an attractive girl! There was a little tell about my face, there was still, even with the make-up a bit of a give-away there. More of a pretty good tranny look than a real life genuine girl look; though more than good enough for any man that actually prefers good trannys to real girls! I had lost track of the time but was grateful to be able to sit down with another joint and a beer; try to block my short term future! I had just finished them when I heard the doorbell, his voice and what sounded like that of a delivery man. A couple of minutes later I heard his footsteps on the landing outside followed by a knock on the door. "Hello princess," he called. "You must be ready by now. Let's be having you." I got up, bracing myself I tottered to the door and with shaking hand I opened it. He was stood there leaning against the doorframe looking as smug as hell, the cat that got the cream! His tight white silk shirt was opened enough to show off his broad, black hairy chest; his tight black trousers bulged at the crotch already. "My oh my you do look beautiful princess," he grinned. "What a pretty little picture you are, honey," he added. "Let's go downstairs." Without giving me a chance to reply his arm slipped around my waist and I allowed myself to be escorted from the room. I had to grip his hand for support as I negotiated the stairs in these heels! I was led towards the dinning table; he had set the seen with a white table cloth, candles and two open bottles of wine; one red, one white. The table was set for an intimate meal for two! I was on a date, only now, I was the woman in the game of 'how far can I get with this chick?'! "Sit down," he said almost gentlemanly as he pulled back the chair and pushed it in behind me. Whilst he was still behind me he placed a necklace around my neck and fastened it. "The finishing touch," he whispered in my ear. "Makes you look a classy bit of ass." He then went into the kitchen to quickly reappear with two prawn cocktails; he sat down and poured us both a glass of wine. "Eat, drink darling!" he said pointing at the table. "You're my girlfriend now. Relax, enjoy yourself; it's not like you've got any choice in this now. You're in far too deep now sweetheart." I had to admit that I was hungry and I knew that refusing to eat would not help the situation. So I drank the wine, ate the starter followed it with a main course of lobster and finished off with a summer fruits cheesecake with cream; not the only cream that I would be swallowing tonight! All the way through the meal he kept up a continual stream of small talk intermingled with the odd flirting remark. It was as if he was genuinely trying to seduce me as if he wanted my acceptance of my role as his girlfriend. I wondered why he bothered but it was obviously part of the game for him; I mean it wasn't like I could be coy here was it? We both knew that in this little role-play, pretend game of genuine seduction; I was ultimately 'a sure thing'. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I was surprised by just how good she did look; she had put on her make- up like she had been doing it all her life! She was quite convincing in a tranny like way, you could tell by looking at her that she was really a boy but she would have no problems at all mingling in the TV and gay bars that I sometimes visited. In fact with her slim figure and naturally shoulder length wavy hair she would put many of the other 'girls' to shame! It was nice to sit and chat almost normally to her as well; she really seemed to be relaxing into her new role in life. I learned a little more about her as we ate, her tastes in music, movies, her short life story, etc. She even giggled and looked away all demurely when I flirted with her; which was nice as it displayed to me her willingness to please! As we had finished eating I decided to turn up the mood a little; I slipped off my shoe and played footsy with her under the table. At first she pulled her foot away as if she was embarrassed; but one stern look from me and she quickly replaced it. So I moved my foot higher up her leg. "Open your knees honey," I whispered, slipping my foot up under her skirt. "That's it girl, keep looking at me in the eye, tilt your head slightly and smile a little," I added. She wriggled in her seat as I pushed further up towards her crotch. "Come on sweetheart be a good little girly and rub your clitty against my foot," I told her. She did as I had commanded, writhing up and down as she rode against the sole of my foot. Her mouth parted slightly and she began to breathe slower and deeper, her hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her. "Good girl, you really are behaving like a real woman now," I laughed as she let out a little moan of pleasure. "Time to go upstairs darling. I want you to show me what you have learned about being a woman sexually," I said as I stood up replacing my shoe. I helped her to her feet and took her arm. "Let's go honey," I led her upstairs and into my bedroom. I had already put a bottle pf champagne, two glasses and a couple of joints on the bedside table to keep us both in the mood. Following her into the room, I stood close behind her and kissed the back of her neck, my hands rubbing gently up and down the front of her body, squeezing her tits, tummy and clitty through her dress. Next I gripped the zip at the back of her dress and eased it slowly down and let fall to the floor around her ankles. "Beautiful dress sweetheart," I murmured in her ear. "But a woman's dress always looks better on her boyfriends' bedroom floor than on her body." I pulled her a towards me so that she had to step out of her know discarded garment and holding her face in my hands I kissed just like any man would do if he had a pretty little girl like this in his arms. Slipping my hands down her back to caress her ass made her moan and squirm like a bitch on heat, next I gripped her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. "On your knees bitch," I said triumphantly as I unfastened my trousers. My cock sprang to attention as it was released from the confines of my shorts; standing huge and erect only inches from her face. "You know what to do girl," I smiled down at her encouragingly. She did too; she started by gently licking my balls then slowly moved up my shaft, never losing eye contact with me as she worked her feminine charms. She looked so sweet, so natural, on her knees worshipping her mans' hard member. Her tongue flicked lightly over my japs-eye and my cock jerked with pleasure towards her mouth. Letting a small glob of her saliva fall onto my swollen glands she took me in her mouth. She was as expert at this as a $10 whore; I couldn't believe how well I had trained her, it was if she really was enjoying this as much as me. Oral sex to me is something I would expect any woman to do for me without complaint. Being a heavy cummer and capable of doing so many times in an evening meant it was a formality for me to unload one wad in her mouth and be ready to stick it up her cunt again within fifteen minutes. I felt the moment approaching and pulled her head further onto me by her hair. Thrusting a couple of times at her tonsils until I could feel her choke I shot my dollop of man-cream deep inside her mouth. She coughed a choked a couple of times but didn't spill a drop; she already knew better than to do that. "Oh yea, good girl," I groaned. "Now swallow it all sweetheart." She gulped down my hot semen as I patted her head affectionately, like you would do with your favourite pet! Unbuttoning my shirt I removed it and threw it off as I kicked off my shoes. "Take my pants off baby, there's a good girl. I wanna be naked with my pretty woman now," I said. There was something primeval, something very masculine and dominating about standing naked before your kneeling, submissive woman. It was if we were both aware of a place, of our respective positions in this 'relationship'; me, tall, proud and strong, her, on the floor, dressed in her lingerie, cowering before her man. "Kiss my feet bitch," I snapped at her. "Show me how grateful you are to be my woman." "Tell me how good it feels to belong to me." "Tell me what a lucky girl you are to have the honour of giving me your mouth and pussy." She kissed, licked and grovelled at my feet; blathering away about how lucky and honoured she was to be my slut. After five or ten minutes of this complete act of submission by her I told her to get on the bed and lie on her tummy. I followed her over and pulled her legs apart by her ankles; she was spread before me like the whore that she was! I had a treat in store for her tonight; I had a small bag of ketamine and I intended to let her snort a small line as well as sticking some more of the anaesthetic powder up her ass. She was gonna get her snootch properly pounded tonight and I didn't want her to offer up any resistance what so ever! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I lay on the bed as he moved behind me; I could feel that he was kneeling between my open legs as his hands slid up my stockings and onwards towards my bum. He paused and leaning forward he offered me what looked like a door key with a small amount of white powder on the end. "Coke?" I asked. "No," he replied. "Ketamine." I had never tried K before; so I snorted the powder not knowing what effect it would have on me. It hit me quite quickly, it was a pleasant, calming, mildly trippy feeling; I soon felt quite relaxed even a little turned on? The next thing I experienced shocked me; it was the strangely erotic feeling of his tongue licking my bottom. He pulled my panties down a bit and started to lick me out as a man would do with a real girl! "You've got a proper little, cute, girly bum sweetheart; so tight and firm that I want to lick it and taste it all," he muttered between his oral attentions! The shock continued; it felt so good I was actually enjoying it as his tongue penetrated me and flicked against my sex-hole! Oh my god I thought I am turning into a natural bitch, it must be the K, but then again it was such a lovely feeling. I writhed and moaned on the bed, rubbing my own stiff little clitty into the bed as he tongued me. He paused and said to me gently, "Tell me how good that feels princess; tell me how nice it is to be my girl." I was taken by the drugs and the moment as I gasped out, "Oh yes Sir, it really is good to be your woman." Something firmer slipped inside me and I knew from experience that it must be his finger. He confirmed this by saying, "I have just put some more of the ketamine up your cunt darling; it sh