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The Auction By Brandi Carlsen Paul was a popular enough kid. By his junior year in high school, he had lots of friends which included some of the A-crowd. He probably could have joined the A-crowd, but he was such a decent guy he was still friends with some of the kids he knew from grade school who hadn't been as socially adept as he. Nerds, geeks, jocks, brains, preps, gangstas and Goths all appeared in his myspace friends list. He could have been class president if he wanted - sure the a-list kids might not vote for him but damn near everyone else would. He didn't simply because being class president was so important to his friend Melinda. Being popular among so many groups, he was naturally asked to participate in the Jr class "Slave Auction." It was an old tradition, and generally a lot of fun. The kids who participated were all community conscious (the auction raised money for charity) and they all were willing to do a day's work for whatever person or organization "bought" them. The previous year, the head of the school's young republicans was purchased by the Gay-Straight Student alliance. He was a good sport about spending his day volunteering at the gay youth shelter. In that way, the auction did a lot of good. When Paul's name got called, he went up to the stage and smiled, offering a big wave to the crowd. Everyone cheered, as he was well liked. The bidding started when his buddies in the stoner clique offered fifty dollars for his services. Hmm, spending a day smoking pot and going to a Gov't Mule concert would be fun. They were quickly moved out of the bidding by the jocks and Melinda. Paul was rooting for Melinda. While it normally didn't happen, occasionally someone was humiliated as a slave. The jocks were a recipe for disaster for Paul. It was the one clique where he took a lot of guff from most of the people. He had a few friends, but they were generally the crossovers...jocks with brains or jocks in the drama club. The guy bidding was Mike Cromwell, captain of the football team. He always called Paul "Paula" because Paul had started opting out of Gym class in the seventh grade. Paul was the best 100 freestyle swimmer in the district, but for some reason many of the male jocks didn't like him. Eventually Melinda took the bidding down at $300. Not bad for a middle class school. Even the Homecoming queen had only gotten $320 the previous year, and no one did better this year. Paul was happy to be enslaved by one of his very best friends. Of course, there is a history when a boy and girl are that close at 16. They grew up two doors down from each other. Each was the other's first kiss at a precocious eight years of age. When they were ten, Melinda kissed him in front of Mark, a new boy who had moved in down the street. Paul blushed and said it was "Gross" and that he thought all her girly things were gross and he just wanted to play cops and robbers or something with Mark. Melinda ran off crying. Paul hadn't thought of it in years. They didn't talk for all of sixth grade year, and only got close again when they sat together in Honors English in their very first jr high class. Suddenly, being next to a familiar face amidst all the new ones allowed them to put their fight behind them and be friends again. At least that's how Paul remembered it. Melinda's take was that she befriended him again but never really forgave him for hurting her. More than what he said was the fact that he never apologized. She had cried for three days, and only a planned trip to Disneyland got her out of her bedroom. No one ever forgets their first heartbreak. Only the trip to California, and being able to see and even hug Snow White, her favorite hero, was enough to bring her back. After leaving the stage, Paul came up to Melinda and noticed she was talking to Mike Cromwell. What the hell? He's a pure jock and she's a preppy brain. They weren't dating, so what did they have to talk about? Mike walked off with a smile before Paul arrived. "What was that about?" Paul asked, "Did you line up a hot date?" "Oh, I sure did. He is the biggest stud in school you know!" They both laughed, Paul not even noticing that she was evading the question with humor. "So, you can do your slave day either Friday or Saturday next week. You can get your work done even if you are at school." "You know I don't like to split my concentration in class Mel," he added the pet name only he could get away with. "I seriously want an Ivy League education, and I won't get it with A minuses." "Saturday it is. My house at six AM." She kissed him on the cheek. Paul was really into Melinda, but always kept it friendly. He discovered by sophomore year that she was more into girls and he was sure she was a lesbian, even if she wasn't yet. Also, having the hottest preppy girl as a best friend made Paul ten kinds of appealing to the other prep girls. He had been the only sophomore at the Senior Prom the previous year, and it wasn't a dog that took him - it was Janis, one of the prettier cheerleaders who explained, "My boyfriend just broke my heart last month - so you are just a cute boy who won't dare toy with my emotions." Whatever. Paul got laid for the first time that night, and she never called him again. On Friday afternoon when Paul got to his locker, someone had painted, in large, pink letters, "Melinda's Slave" across the door. Paul laughed. It was all in good fun. It was then that he noticed several of the preppy girls were gathered, giggling and looking at him. Perhaps Mel was going to do something silly. That was fine. On Saturday, Paul arrived at Mel's with a dozen Krispy Kremes and a positive attitude. He knocked on the door, and to his shock Janis opened the door and exclaimed, "Ooh, goody! I love Krispy Kremes. Oh, hi Paul. Come in." "Hi Janis, what are you doing here?" "Oh, Mel and I are second cousins, didn't you know?" "I didn't. How've you been? It's been like a year!" he said, genuinely wanting an answer. "Why do you care?" She snapped. "You never called me, even after our date went so well." "Well, I thought you might call me." Paul tried to explain, "I figured you had gotten what you wanted, a shoulder to cry on and a boy to hold. When you didn't, I just figured you were so unimpressed by the sex that you didn't want to talk to me again." Just then, a flash went off. "Just a quick 'before' shot." Melinda explained. She kissed Janis on the lips - a real kiss. "So he did it to you too, huh?" "Too? What the hell do you mean, 'too?'" "All that honors English must have slipped out of your mind. Too as in, also." She quipped. "I never even slept with you!" Paul protested. "Yet still, you were my first love. Don't you remember what happened the day Mark moved in?" She was now eying Paul with some cruelty. "You broke my heart, and you're going to pay some day. Can I take your coat?" The offer seemed abrupt, but Mel was his friend and he handed her his coat. Janis was munching on a donut and said, "Come on, let's go in the bedroom and we'll explain your day's labor." She walked down the hall with Paul in tow. Behind him came Mel. "Here's the thing Paul - after you didn't call me, I called Melinda. She told me what you'd done to her, and invited me over." She was being awfully intimate for someone who hated me. "Both she and I thought you were sensitive to a woman's needs, and it turned out not to be the case. By presenting yourself as sensitive and really being just another guy, you betrayed us." Mel picked up, "When Jan got here, we cried and cried and held each other. One thing led to another, and we fucked. Yeah Paul - we both lost our cherries from the same woman!" I was flabbergasted. I knew she was batting for the visiting team, but this was extreme - screwing her second cousin who was upset over Paul. "We've been together ever since." Janis said, and they kissed again, this time showing lots of tongue. Paul was getting excited. "Wow, you're turned on. Well, this is a girl's thing, so you can't join in." Now their hands were roaming a bit. It was the hottest thing Paul had ever seen - two beautiful teenage girls dressed in shorts and t-shirts making out less than three feet from him. "Okay, enough of that. Paul, we want you to make something up to us. I want you to be the sensitive person I needed last spring," "And I want you to understand" Mel continued, "that your actions drove us to lesbianism. Sure, we both always liked girls, but it was the betrayal of the seemingly sensitive man that had us swear men off." Paul suddenly felt like shit. "I am sorry girls, I didn't mean to hurt you. I do want you to feel like you can trust me. And you don't need to stop making out on my account - I like watching. "Do you now?" Mel asked, knowing it to be true. "I'll tell you what, we'll fuck right here in front of you if you do something for us first." Paul couldn't believe his luck. "Whatever I can do, I will." "Oh, I know you will sweetie," Janis said. "My purse is on the desk, open it and take out the handcuffs and the lipstick." suddenly Paul's cock was harder even than it was when she fucked him eleven months ago at the thought of the combination. He walked over to the desk and opened the purse and it turned out their were four pairs of handcuffs there. He pulled out the requested items and carried them over to Janis. "Put some lipstick on, will you? This is a lipstick lesbian encounter, and your pale lips would ruin the fun." Paul considered objecting, but what sixteen year old boy would do anything to endanger seeing a private lesbian sex show two feet away? He smeared some on. "Now, take the handcuffs over to the desk chair. Now attach one end of one cuff to your left ankle. Good. Now another pair on the right. Good girl! Now, hold still." Suddenly, both girls jumped at him. This was going to be great he thought as Janis went down on her knees and Mel gave him a big wet kiss. She pushed his head into her breasts, and he got a little dizzy from the horniness. He was going to come any second, and his cock hadn't even been touched. Suddenly again things changed, CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK! He now realized that while Janis was on her knees, she had pulled the loose ends of the cuffs behind the leg of the desk chair and locked them together. And while he was busy enjoying having his head buried in his best friend's tits, Mel had quickly grabbed up the other two pairs and attached his wrists to the arms of the chair. He was bound. As the girls laughed and went back to the bed to sit and look at their work, Paul still just thought it was a kinky game. "Where are you going - we're just getting started!" he pleaded. "Oh, truer words have never been spoken. Now we're going to explain your slave assignment to you. Because you betrayed us, and because that betrayal was so masculine and because we genuinely like you and want to include you in our fun, we have some things we'd like to do. We want to feminize you and have a lesbian three way with the bonus of a dick." Jan explained. "What do you mean, feminize?" Paul pleaded. "Again, the honors English should be able to answer your question here, Paul. We're going to make you into a girl." 'What the hell did she say' Paul thought to himself. "And once you are fully feminine, we are going to fuck your brains out." Mel added. "You know, having lost my virginity to Jan, I still have my intact hymen...how would you like to break it?" That was all Paul could take - his dick throbbed and he started to cum in his jeans, moaning as he did. "Did you just cum?" He admitted he had. Jan grabbed some scissors off the desk and started to mercilessly cut off Paul's clothes. Shit, Paul thought - her dad left ten years ago and she has no brothers. There's not a stitch of men's clothes in this house. Once his clothes were gone, Jan said, "Wow - you keep that hairless swimmer's body year round. That will make this easier." She then went into Mel's bottom desk drawer and pulled out a plastic device about the size and shape of a bratwurst. "This is a chastity device. It will be placed over your cock and wrapped around your balls. You will be unable to get an erection, but your arousal is still a near certainty." She attached the device and it felt odd, pulling his junk down. A padlock was then looped through the two parts, ensuring it was not coming off until he had a key. At this point, Paul realized two things. 1 - there was no way out of whatever these two had planned and 2 - he wouldn't take it if it were offered. Not right now anyway. Another flash, and he realized he was sitting naked, with a cock constraint and lipstick on his face. "Here's a one time offer Paul, and you get a few minutes to think about it. We can stop right now, and you can run naked the two doors down to your house with the two photos I've taken. If you do this, I will spread around that we tried to have a three way with you and you refused - which is technically accurate. The second option we'll tell you when the time is up." At that, a ball gag was suddenly in his mouth and being fastened around his head. "Now, watch and consider the two ways your day can go. Mel started a timer, and the two girls went back to making out. Now they were straddling each others pelvises grinding clit on clit. Paul had never even imagined such a thing was possible. His cock was fighting its constraint, and causing no small amount of discomfort. The girls were taking off their shorts and now they were fingering each other through nice cotton panties. A moment later, the panties were gone and the 69 ensued. After what felt like an hour of cock torture, both girls came. The girls then got dressed again, and Mel began to explain option number two. "The second option is fraught with peril. The second option is you will get everything we have told you, but you need to ask for it properly. The proper way to ask is to say, in a loud, high pitched voice, 'I want to be feminized and fucked like the sissy slut I am.' Which choice you make will be determined by the first words out of your mouth when that gag is removed in a moment. There will be no negotiation - you will submit to our total control if you choose the second option. Do you understand - only the words 'I want to be feminized and fucked like the sissy slut I am.' Get you option number two. Otherwise, we throw you in the street naked and tell everyone about how you turned down a three-way on Monday." She moved around behind Paul, and he noticed that Jan now had a video camera. He felt Mel play with the clasp, and say "Now, what do you want?" Just as she started to speak, the red light on the video camera came on. "I want to be feminized and fucked like the sissy slut I am." Paul said. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure. I want to be feminized and fucked like the sissy slut I am." Paul said. This was going to be the best sexual experience of his life, he thought. He was right, but he still had no idea how or why it would be true. The video camera went off and Jan said, "I shot that close in on your faces Paul. No one watching it will know you were naked, much less bound and gagged just before the camera came on. They will just see you begging to be feminized and fucked like a slut." Paul suddenly wondered whether he shouldn't have taken option one. Sure, it might be great sex he was going to get, but there was certainly some risk. On the other hand, the risk made it more arousing, so he figured it was okay. "Jan is going to school over at State. Our plan is this - we are going to feminize you, then go out on a group excursion with Jan's sorority sisters. Does that sound like fun?" Paul's eyes widened, but his cock screamed out in his brain. All he could say was, "Yes." "From now on, when you speak to us you will refer to us by name. I am miss Melinda and," "I am Miss Janis. You belong to us for the day." Paul thought for a moment about the whole slave auction deal, and decided this wasn't so far off the mark. He just planned to try to enjoy himself as much as he could. "Now, first things first - we need to work on that face." She plopped down on his lap facing him and produced a pair of tweezers from somewhere. "Those eyebrows are awfully boyish. Let's thin them out and arch them." Paul couldn't see what was going on behind Jan, but there was a lot of movement. This eyebrow plucking thing hurt like hell. After a while, she stood up and said, "Ta-Da!" and Mel laughed. Mel then held up a red velvet corset in front of Paul's face. Even though the gag was gone, Paul was speechless. A flash went off, and Paul knew another Polaroid existed with him having high arched brows now. He looked at the corset and whimpered a bit. He fantasized over women in such constraint. In fact, Mel got the idea by looking through his porn file on his computer. Almost every picture was of a woman wearing glam make up and a tight corset with stockings. "Oh, I think she likes it!" Mel said. "She does need a woman's name though...how about Paula?" "No, it's not feminine enough, and too much like her icky boy name. Let's name her Pansy." The girls were on the floor in hysterics. Pansy had heard the phrase "rolling on the floor laughing" but he'd never seen two people this old exhibit the literal behavior. "Oh, it's perfect! Do you like your new name, Pansy?" "No, my name is Paul." WHACK! Jan had just punched him in the stomach. "Yes, I like being called Pansy, Miss Jan" he croaked as he tried to regain his breath. "Much better. You should know now that if we ask whether you like something, stop to consider whether we obviously like it. Arguing with our taste will bring you nothing but pain." Pansy decided there and then to agree with any question phrased as 'do you like x.' Whatever he was being asked, he was to be subjected to it anyway. He might as well not be punished along the way. "Now, we're going to start on your makeup. Before we do, we have a surprise for you." Mel said as Jan walked out the door and down the hall. "You will get another choice in a moment." And just then, Jan walked in carrying a huge, ice penis. Inside the penis were two keys. "One of those keys will undo your cuffs, and the other the chastity device. You can choose to not try to get them out of the ice if you like, but we'll just put it back in the freezer. You have two other options - retrieve the keys with your mouth or your ass. If you choose to not retrieve the keys, tell us you don't want the keys. If you want to suck them out, you will say you want to suck a big hard cock. If you want to get them out with your ass, say you want to fuck a big hard cock. Any other responses will be punished." She said as she started the video camera and pointed it at Paul's face. There was silence for a moment, and Jan took advantage by licking the ice cock, all eight inches of it, from base to head. "I want to suck a big hard cock." Paul said, deciding the other options were untenable. The girls laughed. "Oh, that can be arranged." Jan said, and walked over to Paul, straddling him again. "Now, it will slide past your lips and back to your throat. There will be a gag reflex - just relax and let it in." As she started sliding the shaft in and out for him she gave instructions, "Don't let your teeth touch it - boys hate that. That's better. Now bob your head a little and slurp - guys love sound effects." He complied and actually started to get into it. Eventually, the ice was melting faster and faster. Strangely enough, Paul was getting to like the sensation of the cock. Before too long, the keys were in his mouth. "You did really well, and deserve a reward." Jan said, and kissed him deeply and gently. His mouth was numb, so he didn't feel it at all. She took the keys with her tongue. She sucked on his tongue and pulled out a bit. Just as she did, she grabbed it with pliers and Mel handed her a large needle. She slowly passed the needle before Pansy's eyes, relishing the horror. Just as slowly, she put it through the tongue, well down. While the surface was numb, the procedure hurt like hell. Mel handed Jan a large barbell style stud. Jan held it close to Pansy's face, the needle still through her tongue, and squirted super glue on the threaded end. The needle came out, and the stud went in. As Jan screwed the end piece under Pansy's tongue, she said, "Now, this won't be coming off for a long time. Do you like it Pansy?" Aww shit. The camera was now on again. "Don't you love your knew tongue stud, Pansy?" "Yeth Miths Janiss, I love my new tongue thtud." He said. The lisp was slightly feminine. The girls were laughing again. Mel then took the tape out of the video camera and placed it in a padded envelope. Then she took one of the keys from Jan and dropped it in. The envelope had Jan's address at State on it. There was postage. "Now, I'm going to leave you two here and go drop this in the mail box. Remember, she'll be getting this tape and the keys to your sissy clit in a few days, so if you don't want the tape broadcast at next year's homecoming game, and you don't want that device surgically removed, you'll be a good little sissy." Pansy's cock twitched hard at the admonition. "Make her over as a slut baby." Mel said, departing with a kiss. Jan then took the keys and unlocked my legs from each other. It hurt like hell - Pansy didn't realize how much blood was being denied her legs. "Now, you could beat me up and run out of here. But you won't." she gave Pansy a deep kiss, one they both felt intensely. "Will you?" "No Miss Janis." Pansy said. Off came the cuffs. Pansy rubbed her wrists and ankles for a minute and the swelling went down. "I want to know honestly now, are you enjoying yourself?" Pansy thought briefly about lying and saw no benefit - "Yes Miss Janis, I am enjoying myself." "Good. If you obey and do as you are asked, you will have the time of your life today. I promise." She really seemed to have care and compassion. "Believe it or not, both Mel and I are crazy about you, and we really want to see if there is a way we can all have fun together. This was the best idea we could come up with." "By the way, be glad you chose Saturday. Mel's plan if you'd chosen Friday was to make you walk around school in a cheerleader's outfit all day long, then take you to a jock party that night and leave you with Mike and the guys. I am sure the group sex they'd have given you wouldn't be as good as what you're going to get tonight." "Hey, Miss Janis, how am I supposed to have sex tonight with this thing on?" Pansy asked. "We said we'd fuck you. We never said you'd get to come! Never heard of a strap on, huh, Pansy?" She then got off his lap and pulled a makeup kit from the dresser. "I am going to make you look like a whore you understand. We'll be using this picture as a model for what were doing." She handed her a print of one of the special pictures from Paul's PC. Pansy winced and ran her fingers along her eyebrows. The picture had a woman in the sluttiest, brightest makeup imaginable and with eyebrows with such a high, angled arch that there was no way they'd pass off as anything but whore adornments, even if on a guy. Jan pulled up a chair and went to work. After about ten minutes, the foundation and blush had been applied. Mel walked in and clapped. "I can't believe you were going to hand me over to Mike Cromwell!" Pansy cried out. Suddenly both Jan and Mel were dumbstruck. "Wow, Pansy" Mel said, "Not only did you raise your voice to me and question my judgment, you also forgot to address me properly. There will be a severe punishment for that, but not now." Oh fuck oh fuck thought pansy. Pansy found herself wishing to get the punishment over with, but it wasn't going to happen. The anticipation was unbearable torture. She knew it was going to be bad. Janis finished the makeup, and the girls approved. The closet door was opened to reveal the mirror on its back. Pansy was a hot slut - her face anyway. "Do you like it Pansy?" Mel asked. "Yes Miss Melinda, I like it." Pansy only realized it was true once she'd said it. "Now time for your punishment" Jan said, walking over to the bed. She held up a pleated skirt, nice white blouse and blue vest. This was going to be your outfit for our trip over to campus today. Not anymore. We have something much more appropriate, given what this whole day was about." Mel picked up, "Now, you remember the time you broke my heart now, right? I was only able to get out of my funk with a trip to Disneyland and a hug from Snow White. I recently bought a Snow White costume, figuring it would be great for Halloween next year, since Mom said I could start wearing sexy Halloween costumes my senior year. I have a better use for it in mind." She pulled the outfit from her closet, and Pansy nearly passed out just looking at it. It was a tiny yellow skirt and petticoat and a very severe looking blue corset. There was a black wig with a big red bow in it. And worst of all, there were bright red platform shoes with a stiletto heel. "I can see you like it, don't you?" "Miss Jan, it is terribly sexy." "I bet you can't wait to get it on your slick little body, huh?" "No miss Melinda, I can't wait to wear it." As terrified as Pansy was, she was twice as aroused. "First, we need to help you fill it up. Here's a gift for you, Pansy." "Thank you Miss Janis." It was a wooden box, and as she opened it she saw red velvet lining and two silicone breast forms. There was also a tube of something called medical adhesive. "Here, let me help you get those on." Miss Janis went to work gluing the breasts to Pansy's chest. "Here are your panties, Pansy. Do you like them?" Mel said, handing over a pair of very frilly red panties. "Yes Miss Melinda. I like them." "What do you like dear?" Jan asked. "I like my frilly red panties." Pansy said as she voluntarily put them on herself, drawing a nice surprised smile from her would be tormentors. "I just new you would." At this point, the breast forms were in place. Now came the corset. It was an adventure in pain, pleasure and feminine eroticism for Pansy. So tight, so sexy and so girly, she couldn't help but enjoy it as Miss Melinda pulled it tight. What Pansy didn't know, was that the petticoats and skirt were much more alarming than she had first thought. The petticoat flared out as it was pulled around her waist. As the skirt was fastened around her waist, Pansy looked in the mirror and was shocked - she could see little bits of red frill from the panties. She tugged and adjusted until they were invisible. The more shocking thing was how she looked. There was almost no trace of the boy who had walked into the house a few hours before. Instead, there was a hot looking stripper in front of him. That or a whore. Her breasts, blended into the real flesh, were pushed into an ample cleavage. The legs were long and smooth and muscular enough without being mannish. The face had a makeover such that no expression she made could make her not look like a slut looking to fuck. "And now, the shoes" Mel announced. And she came over and slid on some lacy white anklets with embroidered apples on the fringe onto Pansy's feet. She then helped get those red shoes on. They were open to sandals with an ankle strap, and they added six inches to Pansy's normal five foot five inch height. "Now, walk for us." Pansy wasn't very good at first, but once the threat of a butt-plug was made, she quickly learned to sway her hips on her own. The girls, sitting on the bed laughed. "I can see her panties, those shoes hike her ass up so far." Mel cried. Several polaroids were taken. A few shots on Jan's phone to boot. "Now, Pansy, we want to offer you one more choice." Pansy thought for a moment - how many times had she been offered a choice? And how many times had she made the kinkier choice? "You can leave now, and face the humiliation of those photos, or come to campus and be our toy for the evening. You don't know anyone over there - it will probably be a thrill." "Miss Melinda, I don't know." Mel looked angry. "If you don't make a choice, we'll take you down to airport row with the streetwalkers." Jan scolded. "I want to come with you please, Miss Janis, Miss Melinda. Please take me to the campus." Pansy couldn't get it out fast enough with the third alternative hanging in the air. "So, let me get this straight - you want to go to the State campus for a sorority girls' night out dressed like that?" "Yes Miss Janis, that is what I want." "You do realize that when sorority girls go out, they go to where the boys are, don't you?" There was a flash, and the terrified look on Pansy's face, in that outfit, was probably the hottest thing either girl had ever seen. There was a look of sheer terror, but thanks to the uber-slut makeup job, it came off as a wanton desire for more humiliation. And that wasn't far from what Pansy felt, as the girls led her through the front door into the light of day.