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THE SLUT
BY
JANICE
Paul was fifteen and a real pain in the ass. He would tease his
sister and her friends mercilessly. He was the guy who would put
itching powder in their sleeping bags when his sister had a
sleepover; things like that.
The girls wanted to get even with him but had no idea how, so they
just took all his teasing. The last straw, the thing that changed it
from teasing to cruelty, was when he cracked raw eggs in her brand
new high heel shoes. They were very expensive shoes; she had saved
her baby sitting money for weeks to buy them.
Their parents were getting fed up with his antics and were on the
verge of having him sent away to one of those boot camps for troubled
teens that they had heard so much about on TV.
One weekend the parents went away and left the two teens alone. Paul
was fifteen and his sister Nancy was sixteen; old enough to stay
alone. It turned into a weekend no one would soon forget.
Nancy and her friends planned their revenge for two weeks, since they
were told that their parents were going away.
Thelma, one of Nancy's friends' father ran a drug store and she was
able to get what was needed.
The parents were gone; Thelma, Nancy and another girl planned to have
a sleepover at Nancy's house; that was part of their revenge. The
three of them were in Nancy's room waiting for the right time. Paul
was watching TV in the family room. The girls had everything they
needed ready. They looked at each other, "It's now or never." Nancy
said.
Thelma opened the can of ether that she had gotten from her fathers
drug store and poured some on a rag. They snuck up on the
unsuspecting Paul and covered his nose and mouth with the rag. He
only struggled for a few seconds before he was completely under the
ether.
The three girls dragged him to Nancy's room where they planned to
carry out part two of their plan.
They stripped him completely naked. "That should be called a peanut
instead of a penis," the other girl, Shelly said. They laughed, more
to release the nervousness in the room than the humor. They had all
seen boys naked before but this time it was different; they were
going to do things to this boy that they had never done to a boy
before or had heard of it being done.
They planned to dress him in Thelma's older sister's clothes, she was
twenty, and take him some place; while still unconscious of course,
and leave him there to get home with no money or cell phone.
Thelma had made it a point to get the skimpiest and sexiest things
she could get. They guessed he would be under for about a half hour
but kept the ether handy just in case.
The first thing they put on was a pair of black lace panties which
barely covered his "peanut". They were able to get a pair of black
fishnet pantyhose over his legs and hips, it was difficult because,
being unconscious, and he could not help. A Pair of black hot pants
with scalloped lace at the legs was easy. They put on a strapless bra
and filled the cups with foam rubber that Nancy had formed into a set
of passable breasts. For a top they put on a purple sweater with a
big enough neck that it fell off his shoulders.
They put a belt around his hips and some trashy jewelry around his
neck and wrists.
His hair was long enough for them to brush into a feminine style. All
that was left was his make up and shoes. Nancy had an old pair of
cross strap high heels that she no longer wanted so she strapped them
to his feet. A final touch was a white fur like purse, empty of
course.
They fixed his make up sluttish but not bizarre. He was ready and
still unconscious. Now came the hard part; they had to get him out to
the car without waking him. Thelma held the ether moist rag over his
face again to keep him under.
With the three of them working they got him to the car and in the
back seat, it was a convertible and the top was up so it would be
easy to get him in and out.
Thelma; who was the oldest and the one with a license drove to the
park. To an observer it looked like a car with four girls driving
around on a warm night.
They were looking for a bench not too far from the road and secluded
so that they would not be seen lugging him out of the car and sitting
him on the bench. They found one and got him seated. They sat with
him until he started to stir a little as he came out of the stupor he
was in; they hopped into the car and drove home.
They laughed all the way home. They figured he would wake up, see how
he was dressed and get the hell home; it should take about fifteen or
twenty minutes.
Was it Burns who said, "The best laid plans of mice and men (or in
this case, women) go astray," or something like that? This was a
typical case. Things went wrong, so very wrong.
At the same time the girls took off Paul started becoming aware of
what was going on. His head was resting on his chest and he saw,
through his still foggy eyes, a pair of breasts and below them, a
pair of legs incased in black fishnet hose. His mind, still foggy,
couldn't make sense of it. The last thing he remembered was watching
TV.
At the same time a car with three teen age boys in it came down the
block and saw a girl sitting on a bench, she seemed to be nodding.
They stopped and watched for awhile.
Paul suddenly realized the breasts and legs were his. Startled, he
jumped to his feet and almost fell off his high heels. He was able to
see that he was dressed as a girl. He had no idea how he got into
girls clothes or how he got to the park. It staggered him for a
second. The boys in the car saw what looked to them as a sexy looking
woman who maybe had too much to drink. They were looking for a good
time and maybe a little sex. They got out of the car and walked
toward the woman, who was Paul.
Paul was still a bit foggy but aware enough to realize that he might
be in a bit of trouble. The boys stood around him asking if she was
working. He said nothing being too scared to talk. He just shook his
head no.
The three boys realized that this was no woman before them but a guy
dressed up like a slut...and that they knew him. He was Paul Sanders;
he had teased or tormented their sisters at one time or another.
"Hay guys," said one of them, "it's that wise ass Paul from our
school."
Paul was fully awake now and knew he had to do something so he
started to run, in high heels; the outcome was that after four or
five steps he was on his knees.
The boys stood in a circle around him. "Well, our little lady must be
looking for a good time, shall we accommodate her?" one said.
"Sure. Anything to help a lady." Said one of the others.
"No...wait. You don't understand. I don't know what is happening.
Someone did this to me." Paul sobbed.
"Hold her arms." Said one of them. One boy grabbed each arm and held
it out and back so Paul had to bend down a bit to keep from being
hurt.
"The lady looks like she wants some fun, we'll give her some, said
the boy in front of Paul. He opened his fly and pulled out his prick
and waved it in front of Paul's face. "OK little lady. You know what
to do."
"No, please. Don't make me do this. It is all a mistake. I'm not
queer." Paul begged.
The boy, whose prick was rock hard by this time paid no attention to
him and held his prick on Paul's lips. Paul was not going to open his
mouth so the boy could stick his prick in it. The boy reached out and
grabbed a handful of Paul's hair and pulled until Paul opened his
mouth, in a second he had a mouthful of prick.
"DO IT!" The boy yelled. Paul started sucking. He did the best he
could under the circumstances, never doing this before, it was
disgusting and he was in fear of his life. He knew the boys and was
fearful that they would spread it all over school that he was in the
park dressed as a girl and that he had sucked one of themes cocks.
He, wisely, decided to cooperate and not resist.
After his mouth was filled with the cum that he had teased out of the
prick in his mouth, he swallowed. "Please guys. Don't make me do
this. I'll do anything. Don't tell any one."
The first boy was putting his dick back, "That is a contradiction of
terms. We won't tell on you but you have to do what we want."
"And what do you want me to do?" said Paul who was still being held
on his knees.
"You have to do my friends here." Said the boy.
"Please don't make me do this." He whimpered.
"Would you rather we told everyone at school what you just did to me?
We have a camera and can take pictures of how you like to dress like
a slut and prowl the park; would you like that... Pauline?"
He walked around and grabbed Paul's arm from one of the boys who took
his place in front of Paul. The second guy had his prick out and as
soon as Paul saw it he had it in his mouth. This time it was not as
hard, I mean difficult. Paul still had the taste of the first mouth
full of cum in his mouth when it was filled with the second.
Another switch and Paul had his third mouth full of prick. The first
two had taught him a little about cock sucking so this one was better
for both Paul and the third guy. Paul sucked and licked until he felt
the cock stiffen in preparation of losing its load. Paul did not pull
out so fast this time, savoring the salty, sticky wad in his mouth;
nor did he swallow so fast. He held it in his mouth for several
minutes before swallowing.
The hardest thing was that he was still being forced to kneel on the
hard ground with his arms spread out behind him. He wondered if he
could do a better job if his arms were free. "What the hell am I
thinking?"
"OK. Let the bitch up." The one who seemed to be the leader said.
"Bring her over to the car."
"Are you going to take me home?" he asked hopefully.
"In due time but we still want to have some more fun." He said.
"Are you going to make me suck your cocks again? I think I can do it
better this time." Paul whined.
"Not exactly." The leader said. They reached the car. "Lay face down
over the hood." He said pointing to the car.
"What are you going to do?" Paul asked fearfully.
"Whatever we want. Will we have to hold you?"
"No. I'll cooperate. You did say that you will not say anything to
the kids at school...right?"
"Right. We don't want anyone sharing our bitch. Now... get over the
hood."
He lay over the hood as he was instructed. "Are we going to have to
hold you down?" the leader asked.
"I don't think so. I hope not. That is so emasculating." "like
sucking cock isn't"
He lay face down as he was told. Someone pulled his pants, pantyhose
and panties down to his knees. The leader again had his cock out. He
bent over Paul and whispered in his ear. "This may hurt a bit but you
will enjoy it, I can almost promise." He spit on his hand and rubbed
the spit on his cock. Paul knew what was coming next. He first
tightened his anal muscles then relaxed them. He felt the cock
entering his ass. At first he thought it would never go in, then,
after a few seconds of almost unbearable pain, it slipped in. the boy
started pumping and Paul, after a few seconds, matched his rhythm. A
few seconds later and Paul was enjoying himself. He had never had a
feeling like this; it was wonderful, he never wanted it to stop. Soon
he felt wetness in his ass and the boy pulled out.
Paul felt the juices running down his cheeks and ass. The other two
boys had their turn. When they finished he pulled up his panties and
saw the blood and cock juices smeared all over his upper legs. He was
sore, and who wouldn't be after having three cocks up his ass.
"Will you please take me home now? I did what you asked." He pleaded.
"OK. We're finished for tonight." The leader said. "But you will be
on call whenever we want you, and be dressed like you are tonight,
right Bitch."
"Yes. I will." Paul said. Then everything hit him at once. He was
dressed as a woman, he had sucked three cocks and had taken three up
the ass and he was destined for more of the same whenever these three
guys wanted it. He was scared and disgusted with himself.
He sat in the back of the car with one of the boys who made him jerk
him off. A few blocks from home the boy kissed him, deeply. He felt
his tongue enter his mouth and allowed him to be tongue fucked,
needless to say that Paul had a hard on, he had one most of the
night. The boy grabbed Paul's dick through his pantied crotch and
jacked him off. Paul had ejaculated several times that night and his
panties were absolutely ruined, not that he cared about the panties,
it was the constant emasculation that was eating at him.
All three boys walked him to his darkened house and kissed him
goodnight.
The girls had gone to bed hours ago and fallen asleep. They slept
right through him coming home. He went to his room and removed his
soiled clothes. They slept through his going to his mother's room and
getting one of her sexiest peignoirs. He put it on after washing his
face which was covered with cum. He filled the built in bra with the
stuffing the girls had used in his other bra. They slept as he fixed
his make up as well as he could, never have done it before.
They slept as he passed their room and went to the kitchen. When he
went to the cutlery draw and took out a sharp serrated stake knife
and climbed up on the table to sit cross legged; and they slept as he
severed the arteries in both his wrists.
They slept as the blood poured all over his lap and the table top.
They woke only when his lifeless body fell from the table to the
floor.
"He must be home; I hope he enjoyed our little joke." Nancy Said, and
rolled over and went back to sleep.
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