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Summer Vacation
By: Lexie May
It was your typical summer vacation. A couple of friends and I were at
the place that every college age guy wants to be in Europe, Amsterdam. It
was a sound enough plan. Me and two of my friends leave the country for
the summer, hang out in hash bars, visit the whore houses, and maybe see a
sight or two, but we weren't to interested in the sights. We could see
those in a book or on TV. We wanted to do the things here that America
was too good for. Indulge in the carnal pleasures that seem so abundant
here, but so restricted back home.
My name is Daniel, and out of the three of us, I was definitely the
smallest. Not that the others were athletes, but they definitely had a
heavier build than I. I stand only about five foot six when the others
pushed six feet. I was relatively thin, and my dark brown hair was always
a little more than a mess. I thought I carried myself well though. I
was
always the life of the party always ready for a witty come back, and
energetic to boot. My other two buddies, Cliff and Randall, were almost
mirror images of each other, which throws people off because they aren't
brothers. Both stand about six feet tall, clean cut hair always combed to
one side, and always wearing the trendiest clothes. I didn't give a damn
though. They were good people, and I wasn't going to let my semi-grunge
contrast get in the way of our friendship.
It was just another day. My friends and I were chilling in the hotel
lobby smoking away on a hookah pipe provided talking about stupid shit and
having a grand time. Then she came in. A tall blonde girl wearing
barely
anything at all came to our table and spoke to us.
"This seat taken?" she spoke in a heavy European accent.
"No, not at all," I said being polite and pulling up a chair while Cliff
and Randall just stare and ogle at this master piece of a woman.
"Thank you so much," she said as she sat down beside me. "I've been on my
feet all day, and it's just nice to sit down and relax." Her voice was
music to my ears.
"Anything to help a lady out. My name is Daniel, and my two buddies
here," I motion over to my friends, "are Cliff and Randall."
"Pleasure, I am Marla," she said in a sing song voice. "You know I was
just walking by, and I saw you three boys, and thought I would let in on a
little place. Not many have heard of it. It's a small place." She
handed me a card to a place called The Lucky Lounge. "I think the
entertainment there would by just right for you," she finished with one
hand rubbing on my tattered jean leg.
"This certainly looks nice," I say inspecting the card. "Could I expect
to see you there?"
"Of course," she said with a wide grin. "The question is can I expect to
see you there?"
"Oh, I think we can find the time," my own smile forming on my face.
"See you then cutie." She pecked me on the cheek before she got up and
sashayed her way back out of the hotel.
"We're goin!" was all I said as I turned the card toward my two dumb
founded comrades.
It didn't take long to get there at all. It was on the out skirts of the
city but a straight shot none-the-less. It was a nice place, and as soon
as you enter the lobby area your eyes are bombarded with the sight of
beautiful, half-naked women wandering the lobby area greeting those who
come in. According to the card, you pay a relatively small amount and you
are provided with a room and a girl for entertainment. It can be as
intimate or dirty as you like, and there are little to no restrictions.
So, we each put down are payment and we were each led to a room.
"Ah, I thought you couldn't wait," I heard Marla's voice behind me as I
walked.
"To be honest neither could I. I'll see you in our room cutie." And with
that she was off only for us to meet moments later in the privacy of our
room. She was absolutely stunning. She stood there perfectly in her
white plateform shoes, white stocking, held up by a lacey white garter,
white thong panties, white bra. Here blonde hair cascaded past her
shoulders. She didn't need to wear much make up. Her face was perfect as
it was. She strutted towards me pushing her pert, ample breasts against
my chest and ran her finger down my face.
"Let's say we get to know each other a bit better eh," she said as she
kissed the tip of nose. The night was amazing. I like to prefer more of
a intimate love making as opposed to rough sex, and she was indeed a pro
at what she does. She fell asleep beside me in my arms, but little did I
know what awaited me when I woke up again.
The operation was standard, and the only thing that Mistress Sabrina liked
to watch more than a new 'girl' get broken in is watching the before and
after. First all his body hair was permanently removed. His eyebrows
tweezed to thin arches, and long, auburn color hair extensions were added
about shoulder length. Next was the manicure. Nails about half an inch
in length were added and painted a light purple. Next was the hard part.
His face was reconstructed. They adjusted his nose to be small and pert,
injected collagen into his lips to give them a nice plump look, and his
vocal chords were tightened to give him a higher, softer voice.
Next came the torso. He was given a nice pair of jiggley DD cup breasts,
nipples enlarged and waist trimmed. They also padded his thighs and butt
to help with that perfect hourglass figure. Next came the chastity belt.
He would have to have a constant reminder that he is here to please and
not to be pleased. His goal, purpose, and ambition would have to be as
such. The belt really was a marvelous device. It was designed to have a
perfectly realistic looking pussy on the front of it with a decent size
pocket to take penetration. Not only that while this pocket was being
'used' it would rub the wearer's prostate to drive him to the edge with no
release. The result being the vision of a screaming, moaning, cock
hungry
slut.
Once everything was in place it was time to let him, now a she, recover.
It was important that she remains sedated throughout the entire recovery
period, so not to ruin the surprise for her. Once she was healed up it
was time for a makeover and dress. They decided to keep lavender as a
primary color. Her makeup was heavy and slutty. Her lips were a light
pink, and here eye shadow fading from a dark to light purple. A lavender
lace bra and panty with a baby pink lace garter connecting equally light
pink stockings. She wore a pair of strappy lavender platform stiletto
heels that reached about six inches. Now that she is all ready, all she
needs is a name, but we like to wait till she wakes up to give that. It
really is something she should have a part in, so without any other delay
she is transported to the initiation room where she'll begin her training.
I woke up in a dark room, and unable to see anything. The gravity of the
situation slowly started to hit me when I realized my restricted movement.
I was on my knees resting on a soft pillow. My ankles seemed to be
bolted
down to the floor, and my arms were tied above my head. My jaw seemed to
be locked open by some sort of plastic ring that was inserted that also
seemed to guard my teeth. Biting down seemed to be useless, and trying to
call out for help only yielded a slight "mmmppph". I then slowly became
aware of my body. There was some tight pressure in my crotch, like
something was holding me down. When I shook my head I could feel hair
being flung back and forth along with something strange on my chest. My
chest. It was heavy, and there was some sort of tight material supporting
it, not to mention feeling it jiggle when I struggled against the
restraints. My legs seemed to be encased in some sort smooth silky
material, and my feet were forced into an arch. My mind was in such
turmoil I didn't know what was going on.
I sat there for several minutes testing the shackles and chains till
finally I heard footsteps. I sat silently and listened to the steps got
louder and louder, and the louder it got the more I realized it sounded
like the clicking of high heels. And then, the door behind me opened. It
made almost no should as it opened and let light flood into the room, and
then the severity of the situation gripped me. There was a mirror on the
wall directly in front of me, and in it on her knees and arms chained
above her head was one of the most gorgeous, slutty woman I have ever laid
eyes on in an ensemble of pink and lavender lingerie. The only problem
was that girl was me. There was no one else in the room except for owner
of the heels I heard standing behind me. I struggled with all my might to
try and free myself as the woman casually made her way around to the
front
of me and patiently waited for me to tire. I wasn't long. I was already
exhausted >from the shock, and I just sat there with my head bowed down
panting.
A riding crop was gently propped under my chin and lifted my head to face
my obvious captor. She was a very severe looking woman with long black
hair that had a wet look reaching her mid back, and clad in nothing but a
leather two piece bikini and thigh high stiletto boots.
"There there girl," she said softly. "I know this must be a huge shock
for you, and I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I'll answer a few for
you. My name is," motioning to herself, "is Mistress Sabrina, but you may
only call me Mistress. Why you are here is unimportant because why is a
means, and what point is knowing the means when you have already reached
the end."
She paused a moment admiring her own words before continuing. "You now
belong to me, and I am everything to you. Do you understand?"
All I could do was look up at her with pleading eyes, and she put the crop
back under my chin and kneeled down to face me at my height.
"I expect an answer when I ask you a question, and the only answer allowed
is 'Yes, Mistress', but seeing as how you are gagged I'll accept a simple
nod. Now things will go a lot smoother if you are an obedient little
girl
and follow direction. Do I make myself clear?" Her voice became much
sterner and given my situation, it would be best if I followed along.
I slowly nod my head up and down and she seems pleased.
"Good girl," she said giving my cheek a pat. "Now, I have already given
you a name." She pauses a moment before continuing. "Your new name will
be Trixie Minx." My eyes widen even more as she give name fit for a porn
star or stripper. "Do you like your new name Trixie?" Sabrina asks
almost sweetly, and again not being in the best position to be making
anyone angry, I just nod my head yes.
"Good," she said jovially. "I have a gift for you for being such a good
girl Trixie. Do you want your present Trixie?" I nod again. "Fabulous!
You are a quick learner." She reaches into the top of her leather
bikini,
and produces a light pink leather choker with the words CUM SLUT written
in rhinestones. Again, my eyes widen as try to move back from the woman
as she wraps it around my neck. "And this," she says producing a small
pad lock and locking to the back side of my collar, "will make sure it
stays in place. This color tells you your place. You are the newest
addition to The Lucky Lounge, and I think you'll be a fabulous hit." Her
voice is growing excited now. "Now, unfortunately, I can't release you
straight to the floor. You need training which will start immediately.
It will be intense, and I promise we'll make you into the most cock hungry
whore we can make you."
With that, she retreated to a corner of the room, and men started to enter
the room; a lot of naked men with cocks in hand. They surrounded me
wordlessly, each with their member pointed in my direction. I struggled
franticly against my restraints, but all the men slowly closed in on me.
"Everyone always fights the first time," I heard Sabrina in the
background. "But, it's best to just accept it Trixie. Welcome to your
initiation. There are fifty men in this room and fifty more in the
hallway all here to help break you in. Might I suggest you just relax and
enjoy the ride. They're going to have you either way."
The first one stood directly in front of me with his cock right at eye
level. He grabbed my head and faced it forward with one hand slid the tip
into my mouth. The bottom of his mushroom head was resting on my tongue.
The others kind of took this as a queue like the game has begun, and they
all began to stroke themselves while hovering around me. The intruder's
member slid slowly down the back of my throat across my tongue till it hit
my gag reflex, and I began to choke.
"That's something that will be remedied with your training Trixie. Trust
me. By the time we're through with you, sucking a golf ball through a
hose will be second nature."
The man slid his cock back and forth in my forcefully opened mouth slowly
at first as if to get me used to the feel. I was warm, and the more he
repeated his thrusts, the slicker it got. His grip was firm but not
rough, and he slowly picked up the pace. He did this for several minutes
before I felt it. One of the other masturbating men around me shot his
load and it landed onto my arm. Several warm spurts hit my elbow and it
I'll never forget the feeling of when it began to ooze and slide down my
arm. Meanwhile, the person that was still occupying my mouth was
beginning to test my gag reflex. Each time he hit the back of my throat I
would cough and gag.
"Just relax your throat muscles, and it won't be quite so uncomfortable,"
I could hear Sabrina call out.
I tried, but saying is easier than doing. He continued to thrust as I
felt another load land on top of one of my breasts. I could feel the one
in front of me start to reach the edge as he his member seemed to grow
inside my mouth even more and begin to twitch. He pulled out though and
moved to the side so that I could see myself in the mirror. One hot, tied
up slut being used my countless men.
It staggered my mind. How could this have happened? Why me? I didn't
get long to think about it though because the man in the mirror holding
her head was beginning to climax. Spurt after spurt of hot cum arched its
way onto her face. One landed on her fore head, another on her cheek,
and
several more followed. It was only seconds before another man replaced
him using my mouth as a fuck hole. He was a bit rougher, and I did my
best to try and relax just so I could get through this. He gripped my
hair with his fist and began to slam his cock home, and as time wore on my
throat naturally relaxed and he was able to slide his cock all the way
down my throat.
There was a pause and a loud cheer as he held me there with his balls
resting on my chin, and after a moment he quickly pulled out and squirted
his load all over my face. Then a third took his place, and began to ram
my throat with merciless abandon. All the men were climaxing in regular
intervals now. It was almost a constant stream a semen pouring onto me
covering every inch. My face, body, tits, legs, hair were all drenched in
sticky cum, and it went on for hours. If I had any since of time to
begin
with, I'm sure I'd have lost it by this point. All I know is that at
least half of the men used my mouth, and no telling how many masturbated
onto me using me as cum dump. I think at some point I began to cry, but
who knows if those were tears running down my face or the massive amounts
of jizz unloaded on me.
Sabrina made her way to me holding a wash cloth as all the men filed out
the room. "There, there," she said softly as she wiped away all of the
cum from my face. "There's a good girl. We're making progress already,
and not every girl has mastered the art of deep throating on her first
day. I think a reward is in order. Would like a reward Tixie?"
All I could do was nod with the mouth piece in my mouth in hopes she meant
untying me. "Good!" Sabrina cheered. "You're going to get something
very special. Something that girls like you love the most, and do you
know what that is?" She didn't wait for an answer before supplying it
herself. "It's cum of course. Luckily for you we keep a stock pile for
the training of our new girls so they get accustomed to the taste, and
learn to love it."
She snaps her fingers another man enter the room wheeling a cart, and
through the reflection of the mirror I see that on this cart were at least
fifteen tall champagne flutes stacked in a pyramid filled to the brim
with
the thick white sticky substance that I have spent the better part of my
day bathing in. Without a word the man leaves the room. Sabrina grabs
the glass at the top of the pyramid, and leans down towards me.
"Now I'm sure you'd love nothing more than to milk this right from the
source but your jaw must be sore, and I think it needs a little rest."
Her voice hardens a bit. "Now, I'm going to remove your gag, and you WILL
drink this whether you want to or not. Finish them all off and I'll
allow
you to get cleaned up and some rest, but you are not leaving till every
glass is empty."
With that she removed the ring from my mouth and pressed the champagne
flute to my mouth. I tried and clench my mouth shut but all it took was
Sabrina squeezing my jaw and forcing it open and the steam of cum was
being poured into my open mouth. It pooled inside my mouth till it
reached the brim of lift, and the salty bitter taste filled my existence.
Sabrina closed my mouth with the cum trapped inside.
"There there," she whispered softly. "Savor the taste. This is what you
live for. This is what you long for. Only sluts like you can truly
appreciate the taste a man's cum."
I close my eyes not wanting to spit it out, but Mistress Sabrina's grip
was firm and would not let my jaw open in the slightest. She set the
flute down and began to rub my throat to relax the muscles, and before I
could stop it, the cum in my mouth began to slide down my throat to my
waiting stomach.
"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asks rhetorically while she
grabbed another glass and pressed it to my lips. I still tried to refuse
it, but all she had to do was force my jaw open and force it in pouring
the contents into my open mouth. She closed my jaw, let me taste it for a
moment before rubbing my neck and letting it slide down my throat.
The process repeated itself, and eventually I stopped trying to refuse the
drinks and took them in willingly. There was no point in fighting
anyways, and the sooner I finish it all off, the sooner I can leave this
infernal room. Glass after glass was pressed to my lips and with everyone
I opened and took in every last drop. At first I eagerly took it and
finished it off as fast as possible. Of course, Sabrina took it me
discovering the joys of the fluid, but as I drank more and more of the
stuff I started to feel bloated. It was becoming increasingly difficult
for me to drink it all, and I came to the startling realization that I was
getting full on nothing but cum. I had to take the last glass down
slowly
because I was literally aching by how full I was, but I somehow managed
it.
"Good girl!" Sabrina was ecstatic. She wasn't your typical Dom. I seem
to remember women in her position are usually more severe, but she seemed
to care which I guess helped me in my position. She lifted up my chin and
looked me in the eyes. "You show great promise. Show this much
enthusiasm in the rest of your training and you'll be on the floor of The
Lucky Lounge within the month, but don't be fooled the rest of your
training will be just as intense as today." She turns to the door and
calls out for the guards. "Guards, untie dear Trixie her and get her
cleaned up and to her sleeping quarters, and don't you dare tamper with
her," she adds in a very stern voice.
As they began to untie me Sabrina again spoke to me, "Oh and one more
thing." She clamped her hand on my crotch and I let out a soft moan.
"This isn't a real pussy Trixie, but," she began to massage it, "it is
functional and designed to keep you on edge without release. It'll keep
you nice and hot for all our guests." She continued to rub my new pussy,
and I could feel my cock aching beneath it and my breathing become heavy.
My own juices began to wet my pussy, and I was sure my slit was warm and
inviting. "See what I mean," Sabrina added softly. "Get her cleaned up,"
she directed her attention back to the guards.
Two guards lifted me up and carried me out of the room. I was too weak to
walk and too weak to even speak. I just hung my head as they carried me
to god knows where. I felt disgusting. All the cum left from the horde
of men earlier has long since dried leaving an uncomfortable itchy crust.
"Here we go," said one of the guards as he started to set me down. I
didn't even try and fight. "Don't worry dear," he said in gruff voice as
he started to undress me. "The first day is always the worst. Soon you
won't be able to wait to get some cock in you." He let out a chuckle, but
it wasn't maniacal at all. Everyone here seemed to be overwhelmingly
nice
to me. "Here I know you'll have a bit of trouble standing," he said as he
took off my shoes and stockings, "so I'll help you into the shower.
You'll feel much better afterwards. He lifted me up again and placed my
arms in a pair of shackles above my head. Some comfortably warm water all
over my body, and it really did a good job of making me feel more relaxed
and comfortable. Once I was thoroughly hosed down, he came to me with a
wash cloth and gave me a sponge bath. "This will help you keep your skin
smooth smelling nice," he commented as he continued to wash me.
"Now unfortunately we can't trust you to not run yet," he spoke again as
he showed me another pair of six inch platform heels in the same shade of
light purple. The only difference was that these had a short chain
linking the two. "Why?" It was the first words I've spoken since I woke
up. The guard putting the heels on my feet looked up at me. "Because we
saw you. We saw you and we knew that you belonged here. That this is
what you really wanted. You may not realize it now, but dear Trixie
you'll see that this is where you belonged." He stood up and faced me.
"And who are we to let someone go without realizing their true dreams?
That's why we're so gentle with you now. Because we don't want to force
you to think that way. We want you to realize it yourself." He reached
up and unhooked the shackles from the shower. My hands were still bound,
but kind of free. I could now walk around freely. "This was," the guard
motioned me to follow him.
"The chain isn't to keep you from running," the guard began to speak
again. "It's to teach you how to walk in those heels. Use the balls of
your feet and take short steps. Trust me you'll find it much easier." I
heeded his instruction, and it did make walking easier. I felt more
balanced, but the results being a noticeable sway in my hips and bounce in
my step causing my new breasts to bounce along with the walk. "Here we
go." The guard opened a door into a bedroom of sorts. It was almost
exactly like the rooms in the Lucky Lounge. It had a large comfortable
bed, bathroom, and a very feminine touch to the whole thing.
"Not the cell you were expecting was it," laughed the guard. In truth, it
wasn't. I was expecting a concrete room with a cot and toilet in the
corner. I walked into the room and sat down on the bed. "Don't think
that this little club is the end for you." The guard continued to speak.
"After your training you have a one year contract to work with us. It is
up to you if you want to extend your contract, or move elsewhere. We're
confident you'll discover yourself in that time, and even if you don't
stay with us, we're sure you'll find a home doing what you love to do."
He gave me a knowing look.
"Thank you," was all I could say as he shut the door, and I was left to
drift off in a blissful sleep.
(To be continued)
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