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All Right I'll Do It
(Chapter Three)
By Lauren Westley
Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding
characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked
me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at
some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at
least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the
order written and there are some things I've done that haven't made it
into any of my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem
never fades for me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to
all my readers.) Also, these are stories of humiliation and degradation
and aren't for most people. So if the subject bothers you don't read this
and my stories have similar themes. I know that. I do enjoy those of you
who have written to say you enjoy them. Finally let me apologize for
inaccurate details. I just write this stuff and sometimes mess up.Lauren
Westley ([email protected]).
Chapter Three:
The door closed and the four of them were gone. I stood there overwhelmed
with the dried and drying cum on my face and in my hair. Dave's pee and
cum was still deep inside me and my throat ached from Robert's cock.
But Dave had me really scared so I decided to clean up the house as he
said despite my urge to relieve myself in case they came back. Since the
kitchen was already cleaned up there wasn't much to do. I just had to
clear the empty cans of beer and the drained cups of Jack.
When I got to the coffee table I looked down and was surprised to see
three Polaroids of me sitting there. They had only taken one picture
today so that meant they had four left. All three were from yesterday.
The one they took today I knew showed my cum covered face while I sat on
Dave's cock.
As I bent over to pick up the three pix I felt some of Dave's pee start
to dribble from my asshole. I needed to clean up fast. I figured out if I
did a deep knee bend and picked up the bottles and cups maybe I could
hold everything in.
One trip to the kitchen and dumping everything in the trash and then back
for the photographs, I can do this, I thought. But I was wrong. I managed
to get everything in the trash but then my bowels began to grumble.
Walking to the bathroom using tiny little steps as my hole tried to suck
like a vacuum cleaner I managed to grab the pix but I had forgotten the
ashtray on the small table between the sofa and one of the chairs. No
time to do that now. I continued to the bathroom.
It was as if the bathroom had a magnetic influence over my bowels. The
closer I got the more I was about to lose control. I slithered in, turned
around, lifted my dress to lower my panties and then sit on the toilet
but two things happened at the same time.
First, before I could get my panties down Dave's deposits started to just
leak out and as I sat down I realized the toilet seat was up.
Fortunately, most of waste leaked into my panties and dribbled into the
toilet and since I sat down quickly less with my panties still on very
little splattered over the toilet seat , rim etc.
Also, the first thing to come out was pee and as I sat I ended up inside
the porcelain with my ass touching the water, barely. I was holding the
photos and felt the slow but constant dribble of Dave's pee. I thought it
would shoot out like a cannon but it didn't. Instead is leaked like a
drippy faucet.
I knew I had a mess to clean up later but I just wanted to relieve
myself. Sighing, I looked at the pix like it was bathroom-reading
material. I held the three of them between my pink fingernails
The one I was given back yesterday I had destroyed. It was the first
picture taken at that embarrassing moment of being caught in my sister's
cheerleader's outfit. I held three photos from yesterday they had left.
1. The photo when I twirled for them
2. The photo of me sucking Robert
3. The photo of me after John had cum on my face.
So that left four of them I didn't have. As I thought of what they were I
felt my bowels finally push my poop into the panties. At this point it
didn't matter much and it was warm against my ass and also it was my
poop. It almost felt cleansing.
The four I didn't have were
1. Holding the bottles of beer
2. Showing my wiener
3. The photo of me at the front door from yesterday when they had left
4. The picture of me sitting on Dave's cock with my hair and face covered
in sperm.
Dave was hidden behind my head but it was obvious I was fucking some guy.
My dress was pulled up. My panties down and my tiny wiener showed.
I put the pix down on the shelf next to the toilet. There was a more
immediate problem. I was going to have to clean this mess up and also
clean my sister's clothes.
Well, without disgusting you I spent the next hour cleaning up. The worst
part was seeing the piss in the toilet and knowing it was Dave's. Finally
it was time for me to bathe. I figured girls like taking baths. Maybe a
bubble bath would clean me better then a shower. As the tub filled and
the bubbles percolated the perfume from them filled the bathroom. The
washing machine was churning in the utility room next to the bathroom. I
slowly lowered my body into the hot water until I was submerged up to my
head and then I went under the bubbles and lay there for as long as I
could hold my breath. As I came back up for air I felt better. I lathered
my hair with shampoo and submerged again. Rising again I leaned back and
just tried to relax. I took the bar of soap and having forgotten a
washcloth I rubbed the soap in my hands and proceeded to wash my legs.
They were so smooth. Girly smooth. My mind wandered from the wonderful
relaxed bubble bath to the events of the day.
The corner of my eye could see the pix and I started to think of the four
I didn't have. If they were viewed together it would be more then
damning. Holding the bottles of beer with my pink fingernails wrapped
around them in the cheerleader outfit was as if I was enjoying serving.
Showing my penis and Jack had gotten me to smile when I did that. What
would people say? What would they think?
Then the photo of me in the door way with my lipstick smeared and cum
encrusted face. And finally the last one of fucking some guy (Dave). The
photo showed my hands on his legs with my body rose a bit. Dave's arms
were to the back and side. Of course it was I having sex on his cock. The
dress proved I had changed and with my face covered in cum it was
damning.
Seen together I was a translut. Not only would this destroy me in Reidel
it would follow me for the rest of my life and ruin my family too.
I laid back in the tub and fell asleep.
When I woke up it was dark. I got out of the tub, turned the light on and
dried myself off. On the back of the bathroom door was a cheap full-
length mirror. I stood naked looking at myself. Even at nineteen I looked
boyish. Actually as I stood there, I wrapped the towel around as my
sister did and looked again. The towel was on the horizontal with my skin
showing just above mid-chest and my legs showing from about six-inches
above my knees. My blond hair hung down semi-dry and as I turned and
looked I saw a girl in the mirror. I did a couple of poses I had seen in
magazines. Very girlie. The more I looked the less of Tim and the more of
Tina I saw.
This had all happened because I had tried on Mary's Cheerleader outfit.
Why had I done that? Who am I?
Drinnnnng! Drinnnnning! Drinnnnning!
The phone rang out calling me to walk out of the bathroom and find my way
in the dark. The only illumination came from the full moon shining
through the kitchen windows and the window in the living room on the
other side of the fireplace.
I picked up the receiver with the towel and the scent of bubble bath
wrapped around me.
"Hi Mom. I'm fine. Yes I ate. I had tuna salad sandwich. Yeah, I know I
don't really like it but it was easy to make. Oh, that's nice. Everything
is fine here. Yeah, I can manage for five more days. Sure, I'll turn the
heat up the Church Saturday at noon. What time? Ok, I'll see you Saturday
around 3pm. Love you too."
I hung up the phone. My voice was quivering. I wondered if she could
tell. But she had already been drinking and didn't have much of a sixth
sense.
After I had turned on the lights and changed into my PJ's I remembered
the washing machine. Opening the machine I saw the dress with the panty
and bra wrapped around the agitator. I had certainly been agitated on
Dave's cock. Reaching in I pulled the damp clothes out. The dress was
ruined.
Hanging the bra and panty up to dry on the back of a chair I went to my
room and fell asleep till the next morning.
Tuesday Morning:
Woke up late again. It was nearly 10am. My butt was still sore from
Dave's spanking and I spent the first ten minutes sitting on the toilet.
Although nothing came out I couldn't help but think about what had been
in there just hours ago.
The three photos were still there in the bathroom. You can't really tear
Polaroid photos up so I held them, looked at them. I don't know why but I
forgot to take them out and cut them up.
Another shower though I did think of taking a bubble bath.
The day progressed into the afternoon and I figured I may be free of all
this. By six pm I was starting to put this all behind me. Back in the
bathroom I decided to take another soothing bubble bath. It was so nice,
warm, and pleasant. I was even enjoying the smell of the perfumed bubbles
and I closed my eyes and thought back on the past two days I could see
the guys looking at me. Their eyes seemed excited by how I looked but in
my bubble bath dream I didn't see myself. Instead I caught a reflection
of a blond haired girl standing in my sister's dress.
Voices came from the living room.
"Tina!" I heard.
My stomach fluttered and I got out of the tub quickly and dried off. I
wrapped the towel around me and put another towel over my long hair to
keep it from dripping. I had never thought much about how I wrapped my
hair. Mary had showed me how and when I was at home there had never been
any feminine thoughts attached to it. I slipped into a pair of slippers
and walked out into the living room.
"Doesn't our little princess slut look 'oh' so pretty," John said.
It was then I felt the shame at the way I must look. Even worst in my
rush I had slipped into Mary's pink slippers.
Flash
Robert had taken another picture.
"So Trent can you fix her up," Dave said.
That's when I saw another man come into the living room. He was short and
carrying a hanging bag and a small suitcase.
"Yes Dave I can make her real pretty," Trent said.
Trent was older too. He was about my height but was stocky.
Dave walked over to me with his penetrating eyes and tattooed muscular
frame. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me into the center of the room and
twirled me around like a dance partner. I was still in shock but a moment
later he had pulled my towel off and I stood naked with the towel around
my hair and the pink slippers.
John went into the kitchen and returned with a chair.
"Sit down Tina," John instructed.
"My she does have a tiny cock, " Trent said as he approached.
"More a cockette," Dave laughed.
Without the will to object I sat there and for the next hour Trent set my
hair in curlers and proceeded to apply mascara, eyeliner, foundation and
all the rest. Trent took out a pink lipstick and proceeded to paint my
lips after he had used some sort of pencil to outline my lips. He had me
pat my lips and then applied another coat of lipstick and finally applied
something else. He said it was lip gloss.
Then he opened the hanging bag and took out a cute little maid's outfit.
It was one of those you'd see girls wear in the porn mags. First I had to
don the white bra and panties that had dried and John had retrieved from
the back of the chair. Trent also had a black garter belt and stockings
in the bag.
But before I put on the stocking and even more shocking was when he took
out a bottle of pink nail polish. A few clips and sanding and then my
toenails were also pink. When then dried Trent handed me the black
stocking and garter belt to put on.
Next he clipped some earrings on me and sprayed me with a very feminine
perfume.
I was all done up and I hadn't said a word. I had fallen back into the
'pussy girl' of the night before as I stood there like a little French
slut maid.
Dave was definitely the leader of this group. You could tell by the way
the others interacted with him
"Well, since you are a maid I don't think you should go by the name
'pussy girl' Tina," Dave said.
He had me standing next to him and his hand slid up the very short
crinoline that puffed out skirt. There was a good six inches between
where my stockings ended and the skirt began. In some ways I felt more
naked then when I was actually naked a little while ago.
His hand proceeded up to my crotch and palmed me. I don't know why but my
dick hardened. Dave continued to palm me using his index finger to rub my
little penis head. My face reddened. I knew I was rock hard. So did Dave
as he then pulled down my panties and showed everyone.
"Look," Dave mocked, "Tina's cockette is excited."
And with that he took his two fingers and measured stating when he was
done that my clit was barely "two inches". I had never felt more
embarrassed. Not even when Dave had left me with his pee inside last
night. I knew I was small. Mary had teased me about it before and dating
for me had been awful. But to be belittled in front of 5 men my age was
just dreadful.
"Well Missy what should we call you?" John asked rhetorically.
The other guys started adding their ideas. There were some terrible ideas
like cum slut, spank me, whore, Miss Swallow etc. but they finally
whittled it down to these and then asked me to pick my name from the
three and to use it as I had been taught yesterday.
Trent asked what that was and Robert said, "you'll see."
Maid Slut
Maid Missy
Cockette
None of them seemed appropriate to me but again I had given up my
identity until I had the photos back. I then remembered the three pix
were still in the bathroom on the shelf.
"Hurry up Tina," John said, "pick a name."
Dave's hand was now rubbing my inner thigh and I could see a bulge in his
pants. Which to go with? And then it seemed obvious.
"Maid Missy says she would be happy with this name," I said in the voice
I used yesterday.
"Good girl," Dave said as he fondled me. "You will be our maid service
for the night. That means all services. When you aren't being used you
should be cleaning and serving."
The guys were smoking some weed and I was told I had to also. I had never
done anything like this before but soon after I had a few hits and a beer
John had opened and brought for me I felt better.
But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you been
using Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?"
After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from my
room. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but there
were a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple of
rubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tube
of lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table.
When Trent returned carrying Mister Ebony Jim Dave had me bent over and
was squeezing the lube up my "hole." Dave had also said I was to only
call it my 'hole' from now on since it would function for more then an
asshole.
Chip had been in the kitchen for most of the time and when Trent came
back Dave slip the lube tube out of my ass and Trent slid Mister Ebony
Jim in. I did utter a little gasp having forgotten how big Mister Ebony
Jim was.
Chip had been watching and now he said, "Hey, Pussy Girl forgot to do as
she was told and so I think Maid Missy will need a good spanking so she
doesn't forget."
Robert chimed in with a definite 'yes' saying it would also help Maid
Missy become a more productive maid.
Both John and Chip wanted to give me a spanking but the men decided by
playing 'odds/evens' with their fingers that's who would have the honor.
Chip won and I was sent over to him. Now remember, Chip was a mechanic so
his hands are calloused and strong. And although Dave was larger and
tougher Chip was in the category of spanking more frightening.
Chip sat down in the chair where I had been transformed and in front of
everyone I shamefully lay across his lap. He took his right leg and
wrapped it around my legs and his left arm over my back holding my right
wrist. My other hand helped to balance me.
The first few spanks weren't too bad. Chip had a different spanking style
then Dave. He seemed to spank me with a follow through. But my ability to
contemplate his stroke like a golf swing faded quickly as the heat
started to build.
After he pulled my panties down a bit Trent commented, 'she really does
have a sweet ass. She probably has the best looking ass of any of the
senior girls."
The blows came more quickly and most were landing on my lower ass at the
top of my thighs. And, like a wave crashing to shore the power of them
began to bring tears to my eyes. Suddenly I was crying out loud. Sobbing.
I even begged Chip to stop but he continued. I don't know how many but I
was squirming to get away. Chip held me tighter and told me to 'be
still.'
Each slap tended to make Mister Ebony Jim jump in my ass because of the
feeling on my prostate. It was a very weird feeling, one of minor arousal
versus humiliation and pain. The pain wasn't torture and it's hard for me
to explain but if you've ever been spanked and you were to take that
spanking and then add the humiliation of my situation you may understand
what I was feeling.
Dave didn't say a word. I couldn't see Robert or John but I knew Trent
was right behind me looking at my ass because he commented several times
on the 'nice shade of red' my ass was turning. But even as my tears
dripped off my cheek and my soul fell into submission Chip continued. He
seemed like he was enjoying himself and my tears reinforced his hand.
"One hundred," Chip announced in a voice stating accomplishment and he
stopped spanking me.
So now I knew how many slaps had hit my ass as Chip pulled me up from his
lap and Trent told me to show everyone my red ass. I turned bending over
which made Mister Ebony Jim poke me more.
"Haha...the butt plug looks like a black bulls eye," John said.
All agreed and that was when Dave announced he would need to give me a
'urine sample' to start the evening off right. Tears drying on my cheek I
found myself a few minutes later like the night before sucking the butt
plug and fucking Dave's penis. His penis slithered in me and was much
longer then Mister Ebony Jim. As you probably remember Dave preferred
making me fuck him so I rode is cock sliding my hole up and down.
"So is my girl ready for a load of my cum and a urine sample?" Dave
asked.
I could only mumble over the plug in my mouth.
Trent smiled at me looking into my bright green eyes saying, "So you are
a toilet girl too." He continued with, "nothing nicer then a green-eyed
blond cocksucker toilet."
And that's when Dave's sperm started to shoot warm and deep inside me. I
felt his sticky cum and a minute later his hard cock started leaking his
piss into my bowels. A slow stream first which I didn't really feel. Then
his cock went a bit less hard and the stream strengthened. He was pissing
up my ass while I sat there. I was filling up and then Dave had me stand
up bent over as he stood up with his cock in me and pissed more
vigorously. When he finished he told me I didn't need to put the plug
back in since the 'toilet was full.'
"See Trent, sometimes a girl forgets to wash her hole and that's when a
man can be so helpful," Dave said.
As Dave pulled out he turned me around to clean his dick with my tongue.
I squeezed my sphincter closed and licked him clean. Fortunately there
wasn't any poop this time. Dave told me zipper him up and then had me
stand and pull my panties up. He looked at me waiting.
"Maid Missy thanks you Mister Dave," I said when I realized what he was
waiting for.
He was sending me on my way when Trent advised I should do a little chant
while I worked. He said he got the idea from "Whistle While You Work."
So there I was waiting on the boys, dusting shelves while holding Dave's
cum and pee in me quietly saying in a breathy voice over and over again,
"I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl."
I finally had to beg to be allowed to empty my bowels. Dave whispered
into my ear telling me this is what I needed to say whenever I got the
urge.
"Maid Missy needs to pee-pee," I said as Dave had instructed me and then
Dave gave me permission to go 'potty,'
As I walked to the bathroom my steps were shortened since I was also
squeezing my sphincter to keep Dave's 'urine sample' from leaking.
However I wasn't completely successful at that and I felt a little
dribble leak out and onto my thigh similar to yesterday.
When I entered the bathroom I went to close the door but Trent was
standing there with his weird smile. He had a front upper tooth missing
and a slightly bulbous nose. Also I couldn't be sure what his original
nationality was because his skin was swarthy. But he was more in the 1%
unknown in Reidel then the 99% Anglican American who lived here.
"Don't close the door sweetie," he said.
He walked into the bathroom and told me to push my 'cockette' between my
legs and squeeze my legs closed.
"Yes that's a good girlie look," Trent said and then told me not to begin
peeing until I was sucking his cock. So I sat down squeezing my sphincter
tight since my hole was boiling over as Trent had me unzip his fly and
fish his cock out. It was flaccid but the head was outrageous fat. Once I
got it in my mouth Trent began to harden. He told me he wanted me to hold
my 'pee-pee' until I felt his cum on my tonsils and then I could start to
pee. As if he and Dave had spoken the comment that I peed and they pissed
was further delineation of me the submissive girl and the manly men.
His bulbous cock hung in my mouth and Trent said to tongue it. As he
neared orgasm he reached and grabbed my ears with his sac bumping against
my chin. He rubbed my eardrums with his thumbs. His cock was probably
five inches at most but the head was so big it wouldn't fit in the back
of my throat.
"Ok baby you can pee now," Trent said as his dick tightened and his
strokes more urgent.
The pee started to trickle from my ass into the toilet and Trent said now
he knew why girls called it 'tinkling' because that's what it sounded
like. And as it started to gush out of me his cum splattered against my
tonsils. He kept pumping and he must have jizzed a good couple of
tablespoons of spunk into my mouth before he finished. I was just
finishing letting Dave's deposit out when Trent pulled out of my mouth
and rubbed his cock on my face.
"Show me," he said.
I opened my mouth. I couldn't see but I felt his load mixing with my
saliva. Trent had me close my mouth and then he rubbed my throat while he
told me to swallow. I did what I was told. He looked over to the shelf
and saw the pix. He picked them up. Told me to lick him clean and then
zip him up and he took my pix walked out with me following.
Something was changing in me but I didn't know what. Walking back into
the room with Chip, Dave, John and Robert sitting around laughing and
drinking I felt more important then I had at anytime before. I was
feeling more girlie and I was high.
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