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Bahama Momma! By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 Rory lie there bound, pierced and stunned as Tashaonda and Jamal left the room. He closed his eyes, he was mentally exhausted and took a nap before he was finally awakened by Tashaonda who touched up his makeup. He felt his wrists and ankles being released as Jamal stood in front of him, dressed in his Sundays best. Rory almost wanted to laugh now, as Jamal stood in front of him in a canary yellow suit with a matching fedora hat. On his feet were white wing tipped shoes and his matching canary yellow shirt was unbuttoned almost down to his naval. Around his neck were layers of gold chains and he seemed to not be missing a finger, with a large gold ring. Tashonda now helped him sit up and removed the neck brace, and he immediately felt the odd sensation of his large hanging breasts as he sat up. He straightened his back, feeling their weight and as his feet hit the floor, he noticed the slight strain on his calf muscle with his feet arched in heels. "Lift your arms please," said Tashaonda as she now dropped a garment over his head. "Now slowly stand." She held his arm, helping him to stand as he now wobbled in his new shoes as she straightened his outfit as it slid down his body. Jamal now stood directly in front of him, inspecting Tashaonda's work as she knelt to secure a bracelet on his left ankle. She now stood up, pinching his left bicep with a fairly tight arm bracelet, before filling his right forearm with a series of large beads and thick, solid bracelets. On his left wrist, she placed a delicate shell bracelet and topped it off with a string of shells around his neck. "Wonderful work Tashaonda," said Jamal smiling at Rory. "I believe she is almost ready for dinner now." "Thank you, Jamal." Tashaonda bowed towards him. "And may I say how wonderful you look for dinner." Jamal smiled, eating up the compliment as he now turned his attention back to Rory. "I have renamed you Remeka," said Jamal. "Understand that when you are out with me you, will cater to my every wish. Bar none!" Rory stood speechless now, avoiding eye contact as Jamal became irritated. "Tashaonda, show Remeka how beautiful she looks, and that may relax her," said Jamal sternly. Tashaonda now grabbed his left forearm and dragged him towards the bedroom as he struggled walking in heels for the first time. Immediately tears streamed down his face like little faucets were opened, as he gazed at his reflection. "No worries Remeka," said Tashaonda, wiping his tears. "Look at this evening as a gift for you to experience your inner and outer beauty. I know the day started out badly for you, but if you don't want it to end that way, you'll embrace this amazing opportunity to be Jamal's date. Now I'll leave you to think about that for a moment and I suggest you accept it." Rory stared at this crazy reflection in the mirror as he reached up and touched the gem attached to the post that was pierced through his nose. He touched his eyebrow piercing, realizing it was very sensitive and then stuck out his tongue, amazed at the large gold ball in his mouth. He then pushed at the huge "DD" breasts which seemed to be firmly held under the traditional Bahamian purple and lilac dress he was wearing! The dress was very tight around his new breasts and waist, and held in place under two inch straps which hid his bra straps. His large belly button jewelry left an obvious outline through the dress, yet his private area buldge was certainly hidden as the dress flared out beyond his hips. He turned his ankle now, seeing the extent of his gold strappy sandals with a thin gold 4 inch heel and noticed that his ankle bracelet matched the shells around his wrist and on his necklace. "He's ready to leave, Remeka," said Tashaonda, handing him a purse. "I suggest you don't keep him waiting and do what he wants if you want this to end." Tashaonda took Rory's arm and led him back to Jamal as he smiled, looking him up and down. He walked to within a few feet of Rory and stopped, holding out his forearm as Rory took a deep breath. He wobbled for a few solo steps, then grabbed Jamal's arm as they left the hotel room and got into the elevator. He tried to avoid eye contact as they walked through the lobby, concentrating on walking and had tuned out everything but the clicking of his heels on the tile floor. He couldn't believe it! It was fairly dark out as they exited the hotel and saw a valet open the passenger door of a orange convertible lotus. As the door closed and Jamal shifted the car, he knew that this evening was even more bizarre now. He had been in convertibles before, but the feel of his breasts jiggling on a coble stone road and the clanging of the beads from his braids as they blew in the wind was a huge distraction. After what was only a 10 minute ride, they pulled up at an elaborate restaurant, which overlooked the water. The valet opened Jamal's door and another valet opened Rory's. Jamal now walked over, helping him out of the car as he held his arm entering the restaurant. Immediately, Jamal was greeted and brought to their finest table as Rory looked around nervously as his chair was pushed in. Before he could even blink, Rory's glass was being filled with champagne and Jamal lifted his. "To us and to a wonderful evening!" said Jamal, lifting his glass. Rory clinked his glass and sipped his champagne as Jamal removed a small box from his pocket. "Just a little something for my precious Remeka," said Jamal placing it on the table. "Go ahead and open it." "Oh, that's ok!" said Rory, shooting Jamal a look. "I think you've given me enough already." "Please! I insist dear." Jamal downed his champagne. Rory looked up and down at the box a few times, and finally ripped off the white bow and paper. He opened the box, revealing a huge topaz ring and looked at Jamal oddly. "Just a gift to help you feel more beautiful," said Jamal as he took it from the box. He got up now and kissed Rory's wrist and then slipped it on his left ring finger. "You see no matter what, this will be yours as my gift," said Jamal. "You may want to sell it tomorrow and buy yourself some clothes to go home in, but at least for tonight it will simply help enhance your beauty." "OH!" said Rory, perking up as he heard that. "Thank you so much then." "Drink up my dear," Jamal told him as the waiter now brought out their salads and they sipped champagne. Jamal was quiet now as they ate, and then shared some clams, as Rory was starving. As they finished, Jamal stood up and walked over to Rory. He took his hand, leading him to the dance floor and pushed Rory's wrist up around his neck. "Just relax and let the champagne and romance take over for a moment, my beauty," said Jamal, as he looked into his eyes, lifting his chin. They slow danced as Rory felt a bit of a buzz and before he knew it, Jamal's lips were on his. As he turned away, Jamal pushed back his chin and looked into his eyes again. "Remember our deal, Remeka," said Jamal. "I won't say it again, or things will change that you will not like. Show me that you understand." Rory looked up again at Jamal and took a deep breath. "I understand," Rory replied as he moved his neck forward and initiated a quick kiss. "Good," said Jamal, as he now returned the kiss, jamming his tongue into Rory's mouth and swishing it around. Rory now felt his tongue swirling, especially the piercing as their tongues intertwined, and felt Jamal's hands all over him now. As the kiss grew passionate, he felt Jamal pinching his ass and almost lifting him off the ground as he had no choice but to accept everything that was happening to him. Finally, as the kiss broke, Jamal weaved his fingers between his as they turned back towards the table, until Rory froze in his tracks. "OH MY GOOOOO," said Tammy, covering her mouth, unable to even finish her thought as Rory was now face to face with his girlfriend and Tammy. "What the hell is happening here?" said Denise, enraged. "Rory! Is that you?" "Oh, I am so happy to see you!" said Rory, hugging her as she did not hug back. "Help me honey. This is not what you think." "Not what I think?" said Denise, screaming and pushing him back away from her. "I just saw you making out with this huge Bahamian man. You were all over each other. Are you fucking kidding me? I knew you were cheating on me, but I had no idea it was with a man." "Densie, please," said Rory, grabbing her arm. "You gave me these nails and these braids." "Yes, as revenge! As punishment," said Denise. "I had no idea this was what you wanted, and were into men. I certainly didn't pierce your ears and nose! And is your tongue pierced too! That is disgusting, and I only know one reason to do that." "You should be ashamed of yourself, and what you've done to Denise," said Tammy, slapping Rory's face. "Look at you! At least now you look like the little slut that you are?" "Remeka, let me get you away from these crazy women," said Jamal, putting his arm around Rory and beginning to pull him away. "I'll get you away from them and you'll be safe." "Denise, please," said Rory, yelling back as Jamal lifted him into his arms and headed out the door quickly. "Holy shit! I can't believe that Rory is fucking gay," said Denise, crying now. "Honey, that explains a lot though," said Tammy. "Who would have guessed that the bikini was actually his and I guess that explains how he slept so well when we were giving him his makeover. He must have actually been enjoying it." "My fucking boyfriend is a crossdresser that is into black guys," said Denise, shaking her head and actually chuckling now as she wiped up her tears. "I guess I'm going to need therapy." "Better you found out now than someday after you got married and then finding that he turned into Remeka and is in your bed with my boyfriend," said Tammy, cracking a joke as Grant joined them with their drinks. "Hey, what's up?" said Grant. "Did I miss something? The bartender said that two chicks almost had a cat fight out here over some guy? I love that shit. Who is Remeka?" Meanwhile, Jamal quickly handed the restaurant owner a few large bills and jumped into his waiting car, tossing Rory into the passenger seat. He flicked the locks and with the top up, Rory had nowhere to go as they sped off. As they turned out of the restaurant parking lot, Rory attacked Jamal, causing the car to swerve and he immediately pulled over. Quickly, Jamal easily overpowered Rory, cuffing his hands behind the seat and strapping on his seatbelt. "These little scenes have angered Jamal!" said Jamal, speaking about himself. "Why would you do that, especially after you embarrassed me in the restaurant. Jamal is not happy! You ruined what was a perfectly lovely dinner, and now you almost crashed my car!" "Let me fucking go," screamed Rory. "That was my girlfriend, and now she thinks I am cheating on her with you." "Of course you aren't," said Jamal, laughing as he calmed down now, and started driving. "But what's the difference, because she's already broken up with you." "Just let me go, so I can straighten this out," said Rory, struggling to free himself. "You see Remeka, you made some mistakes that have changed your life, and there's no turning back now," said Jamal, speeding down the road. "If you had not been a cheater, then you'd probably be enjoying the company of that lovely young lady, and that certainly would not have given you the opportunity of a lifetime to be my date for an evening. Now we are going to finish spending a wonderful night together, and then I'll decide your fate in the morning. I suggest you give me no trouble, and I'll consider allowing you some freedoms." Rory turned, looking out the window without speaking a word, as Jamal continued driving. Finally, Jamal's car pulled up at a heliport as Rory noticed a helicopter awaiting them. Jamal stepped out of his car and bear hugged the large helicopter pilot, and then opened Rory's door. "Should I expect any more trouble now?" said Jamal leaning in. "This can be the hard way or the easy!" "No more trouble," said Rory, frightened now as Jamal uncuffed him. Jamal held out his arm as Rory took it, and they walked over and stepped into the chopper. They flew for about fifteen minutes as Rory watched nervously, as they flew out to sea. "Wow, is this yours?" said Rory, impressed as the helicopter was setting down on a large yacht. "Yes, I decided we'd have dessert here, since we never finished it before," Jamal said as he stepped out. He reached up, lifting Rory from the chopper by the waist, like he weighed nothing, and gently put him down on the ship's deck as the chopper took off. He straightened Rory's dress, which was blowing in the wind, and took the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Jamal now opened a tinted glass door and walked inside the cabin of the boat, leaving Rory alone on the deck. He looked around,, realizing he was in the middle of the ocean seeing nothing but the glimmer of the ship's light reflecting on the water. He took a deep breath, smelling the salty night air and began shivering, feeling the cold wind on his bare arms. He contemplated jumping into the ocean to escape, but quickly realized he would quickly drown and finally went inside, hoping Jamal would have his dessert and end this crazy evening. "Well, glad you finally decided to join me," said Jamal, now sitting in an opal silk bathrobe. "It's pretty cold out there, so yes here I am," said Rory. "Have some coffee and fruit Remeka," said Jamal, pouring some coffee and a few shots. "To the lovely Remeka!" Jamal clinked his shot glass and downed it as Rory just sipped his coffee. Jamal did a few more shots and filled his belly as Rory sat there quietly. "Remeka, I suggest you enjoy some of my finest after dinner liquor. Drink up, because it will help relax you," said Jamal. "I have to go to the bathroom," said Rory. "Of course, my sweet," said Jamal, ringing a bell as a woman in a cocktail waitress outfit arrived. "Please show my guest to the powder room." The waitress nodded and Rory followed her down a long, thin corridor through a series of doors to an exquisite bathroom. He oddly hiked up his dress, bending forward to pee as he wobbled in his heels. When he finished, he stood there wasting time as he couldn't believe how he looked, until he heard a knock on the door. "I'll be right out," said Rory, regretting the rest of the night as he opened the door. "Please allow my Madame," said the waitress, taking a towel and drying his hands for him. She then took some flowery hand sanitizer and squirted it into his hands and massaged them with her fingers, before spritzing some perfume on his neck. "Thank you Madame, Mr. Jamal is waiting for you right across the hall. Please do not keep him waiting," said the waitress, as she straightened his dress and touched it with a lint brush. The woman exited a door behind him as he panicked, turning back and realizing the door that had closed behind him was now locked, as he was alone in the corridor. Within a moment, it became pitch black in the corridor, as the lights went out, so he nervously reached ahead, opening the door and stepping into a lavish bedroom. "I see you freshened up for me, Remeka," said Jamal, as he stepped into the room from another door behind him, startling Rory. "I ahhh. I ahhh," said Rory, as Jamal put both arms around him from behind. "Your girl just...." "Ssssshhh," said Jamal, putting his finger over Rory's mouth. "Please just enjoy our moment now. It's time to embrace being Remeka. Embrace my passion." Jamal kissed his neck now, and then swiveled Rory's head around, and began kissing him softly. He then pulled back Rory's face as his neck was stretched to the max as his tongue entered his mouth, as Jamal reached around him and the kissing got hot and heavy now. As Jamal broke the kiss, he tightened his grip on Rory's waist, then suddenly he felt Jamal's manhood come to life. "Oh not this Jamal, please," said Rory. "Leave me one last piece of dignity?" "Oh my dear, you are correct," said Jamal. "It must be more than passion!" Jamal stepped back now, and walked over to the night stand, making a phone call. "Send me housekeeping and wardrobe immediately," said Jamal, hanging up the phone. Within moments, four women appeared, bowing in front of Jamal. Two Caucasian women were dressed in French maids uniforms, yet not the classic black and white but in peach and pink. The other two were Bahamian women, and dressed in classic long tie-dye die dresses with large hats and dread locks. "Ladies, Remeka is my princess for this evening. I expect you to treat her as such, and be sure to not overlook a single detail," said Jamal. "Now make it happen, immediately." Rory was amazed as the French maids quickly started stripping the sheets from the bed, then he was quickly surprised as the Bohemian women took him by each arm and scurried him from the room down the corridor. They brought him into what looked like a large walk in closet with racks of clothing everywhere, as they quickly unzipped his dress. "What is all this?" said Rory, as they quickly pulled off the dress. "What is going on?" They pushed him gently back into a chair, and as one woman unbuckled and removed his bra, the other woman knelt and removed his shoes while he sat there shivering. "Answer me!" said Rory. "What is happening here?" One woman now put her finger to her lips and then to his, shushing him and then motioned him to be silent. She then took a sheet of paper and wrote "We do not speak at this hour. Silence please, or bad things will happen. We want no trouble." The other woman now slid his arms into a white bustier, covering his attached breasts and proceeded to secure it on his back. As she snapped clasp after clasp, the other woman took a brush to his cheeks, rubbing on some blush and then touched his face with some powder. She took her fingers, closing his lids as she worked on them as he felt some stockings being rolled up his legs. She lifted his chin, as he felt her pushing at his lashes as he opened his eyes. She waived her finger in his face as again she closed his eyes as he felt his feet being inserted into shoes which seemed to squeeze his toes together. He now felt a creamery substance being rubbed on his lips and some tugging on his braids as they moved his head back and forth. He felt pressure on his forehead now as they held his head firmly and then finally a tapping on his thigh as he opened his eyes. "Stand?" said Rory softly as the woman motioned with her hand for him to get up. The other women now knelt in front of him as he stood, and slid his panties down his legs. Rory looked down now, seeing the pointy white satin pumps that were pinching his toes and realized they were even higher than the shoes they had put him in earlier, as one woman lifted his left leg to pull off his panties. He watched her get up and the two women took his arms and slid them through a long, flowing white dress and then proceeded to work together, closing the clasps on his back. He looked down, seeing that the long sleeves were sheer above a wide, multilayered skirt. One woman now faced him, adjusting the top and sleeves as the other seemed to be doing the same from behind, until they took him by each arm and opened the door. Rory squinted in the dimly lit corridor, seeing a path of rose petals leading down the hall as the only lighting illuminated from the floor. "One moment for us to finish, and then I suggest you move quickly, before the crew changes shifts and find you alone in the corridor," whispered the woman into Rory's ear. He jumped now, feeling something cold being rubbed between his legs and on his anus, before the second woman lowered something over his eyes and they gave him a slight push. He turned back as the door closed behind him and was locked,trapping him in the corridor and he could barely see as the lights grew even darker. He was cold and nervous as he took a few steps, feeling the wall as he wobbled in his shoes. He froze as he heard some noise from a room behind him, and then started picking up the pace to get out of the corridor. He tried a door on his left and then another to his right to no avail, as they were locked,, as he realized he must follow the rose petal path. To his right now, he stepped through the first open door, following the rose petals, and as it closed behind him he saw that the petals led to a large round bed with red satin sheets and he realized it was the same bedroom he had been in before. It looked completely different now, redecorated in all white with some pink accents. "Welcome Remeka," said Jamal. "How beautiful do you look, my dear?" "Why all this trouble Jamal," said Rory. "Obviously I know what you want, and I've been unable to stop anything you've done to me so far. Is this some sick ritual?" "Gaze at yourself Remeka," said Jamal, pressing a button as the headboard of the bed opened up, exposing a series of mirrors. Rory stared at his image in the mirror, seeing himself in a long white flowing dress and with a short veil down to his nose. The dress was completely sheer on top, revealing the silk white bustier, which showed ample cleavage and was decorated in diamond like studs. The bustier stopped at his ribcage, revealing his large tier drop naval piercing, which was also slightly concealed under the white, sheer layer which ran from his neck to his waistline. From his hips down, the dress consisted of 4 or 5 layers of flowing lace concealing his private area and legs, and creating a large bell effect on the floor. The girls had certainly enhanced his makeup, as his lips shone brightly now, in a flashing glossy pink, and his eyelids sparkled in glitter above his huge fake lashes. Around his forehead was a headband type tiara, from which teardrop crystals hung from ear to ear above his eye level, before ending in a puffy veil which covered his braids, which were rolled into a large bun and now pinned on top of his head. Rory now lifted the large pink bow which was on his back, and ran the length of the dress to the floor looking at it curiously, as it was the only non white item in his ensemble. "Ah, I bet you are asking yourself. Why the pink ribbon?" said Jamal, walking over to him and touching his hand as he played with the ribbon. "No, I'm just trying to feel myself under all this poofiness," said Rory, sarcastically. "It's time, my princess," said Jamal, kneeling before him and kissing his wrist. He then stood up and softly kissed his lips, before taking a large section of veil and pulling it over his face. Rory gulped and took a deep breath as Jamal lifted him off the floor and walked towards the bed. He stopped just shy of the bed and placed Rory onto his feet standing behind him now. He put his right arm around his waist and rubbed his ass with the left hand. "Enjoy your last moment of virginity, Remeka," said Jamal, whispering to him as he now pulled on the pink ribbon. "Try to just relax and embrace this special moment. You truly look beautiful in white." Rory watched in the mirror as Jamal slid open the bow on the pink ribbon, and then began to slide it upward. As he pulled it, he could feel the cool air on the back of his legs as he realized the ribbon had held the back of the dress together, as he watched it flair out in the mirror. Seeing Jamal toss the ribbon in the air now, his eyes bugged out at hearing the faint but alarming sound of Jamal's zipper opening and his pants hitting the floor. "Holy shit," screamed Rory, as he felt the initial penetration as pain rushed through his anus. Jamal was smiling as he pumped away, thrusting faster and faster now into Rory's virgin hole. "Please, no more. No more Jamal!" whined Rory. "You are too big. You are ripping out my insides." Jamal now pushed him forward as he held out his hand, supporting himself on the bed as he cried in pain and watched in the mirror as Jamal did not let up. Jamal pulled out farther and pushed in further now, thrusting deeper and deeper as Rory was being manhandled like a little rag doll. For what seemed like an eternity Jamal pumped over and over, until finally he held Rory tightly, filling him with his juices before finally pulling out and tossing Rory onto the bed. "What a wonderful moment I've just given you," said Jamal, catching his breath. "I think you ripped me in half," Rory sobbed. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow." "You'll be just fine, Remeka," said Jamal, lifting him higher onto the bed. "It's a good thing though my girls dressed and lubed you properly, or you'd really be in pain. Now enjoy a good night's rest, and I'll see you in the morning." Jamal lifted the veil and softly kissed Rory, working his tongue into his mouth and spinning the tongue ring. "Good night Remeka," said Jamal, pulling the veil back down. "It was a wonderful night for me too." Rory heard the lock click on the door, and knew he was locked in as he was both physically and mentally exhausted. Within minutes he fell asleep, hoping this was all a dream. "Does your head hurt, my dear?" said a woman touching Rory's face as he awoke. "Everything hurts," said Rory, looking through the veil at a Bahamian woman. "Here, sit up and take these," said the woman, helping him sit up and lifting the veil. Rory gladly popped the pills and laid back down, as he was exhausted and it was daylight now. "Rest for awhile and I'll be back to check on you in a bit," said the woman. When she left, Rory climbed out of bed and checked the door. As expected, he found it was locked and sat on the edge of the bed, peeling the tight pumps from his aching feet. The pain that he felt on his back and ass suddenly disappeared as he looked over at the dresser, noticing his passport and plane ticket sitting there. He hurried over to check them. "Oh thank you," exhaled Rory. "Thank you. Maybe I can leave soon." He pulled open the curtain, seeing nothing but the sea as he looked out the window and watched the waves smack against the ship. His ears perked up though, hearing someone coming down the hall and quickly closed the curtain and tossing the documents back on the dresser. "Feeling any better dear," said the woman, as she re-entered the room , as he was lying back in bed. She now put a thermometer in his mouth, checking his temperature and then held her finger on his wrist, taking his pulse. She lifted his shoes from the floor and then slipped them back on his feet as she lay him back down. "Jamal would not like these on the floor, dear," said the woman. "I suggest you leave them where they belong." "Yes, mame," said Rory. "Should I expect him here soon?" "No, he is resting right now, but I'll be attending to you," said the woman. "Lift your arms over your head, please." Quickly now, she cuffed his hands over his head, as he once again was restrained to the headboard. He now watched her running her hand down his stomach, before grasping his penis through the long dress. "What the hell?" said Rory shocked. "What is all this about?" "I believe she is ready for you mame," said the woman, making a quick call before hanging up and leaving. Rory struggled to free his wrists unsuccessfully for five minutes, before a large Bahamian woman entered the room and closed the door. She was dressed in a tradition long, wrapped brown dress and wore a large hat. "Well, you definitely seem good and ready now honey," said the woman, as she walked right up and massaged his penis through the dress. "It's not that big but it'll do." "What is going on?" whined Rory. "It's wonderful to meet you Remeka," said the woman. "I'm Toufassa, one of Jamal's wives and it appears he thought you'd make a nice birthday present for me today." "A present?" said a shocked Rory. "Oh yes honey," said the woman stroking him. "I'm bi-sexual and love different things from time to time. And you my dear, are quite different than the girls he usually brings home to me." Toufassa now wiggled her body, pulling down her panties and tossed them on the bed next to Rory's face. She now took his dress and scrunched it up around his waist and then climbed on top of Rory, adjusting his penis until she was riding it. She began bouncing up and down as Rory was stunned. "Easy please, I am very sore," whined Rory. "Oh Remeka honey, are you sore from my man?" said Toufassa, laughing. "Yes," said Rory, very meekly. "He loves virgins like you," said Toufassa. "But don't worry, as he tires of them quickly as well." Rory was in tremendous pain as Toufassa was a large woman over 250 pounds. He had no choice as she pounded his body into the bed for over ten minutes until she finally screamed in satisfaction. "That was hot for a virgin girl!" said Toufassa, sliding off him and calling her servants. "Girls. Girls! Come on now. Clean her up her and get off all that lace." "Oh finally," cried Rory. "My back and ass are on fire." "I bet. I'll provide a break for you now, young lady but I think it's time to remove this lacy virgin shit now that you are one no more," said Toufassa as she forcefully ripped the headband and veil form his head. "I will allow your body to rest for a bit now. Try using that other little item that you seem to whine a lot with now." Toufassa now climbed back onto the bed and proceeded to lower her massive ass and pubic area onto his face. She wiggled herself around his face, squeezing his head with her thighs as he gagged and winced while the servants slid off his lacy white dress. "Relax and let me feel that tongue," said Toufassa, allowing him to breathe as she moved. "Now enjoy dessert." Toufassa moaned as she felt his tongue swirling around inside her, and applied pressure any time he rested for a moment. The servants now cleaned his body with some washcloths, while she proceeded to smother his face as he felt warm water on his arms. Her thighs were continuing to crush his face as he felt them washing his legs now, and knew his stockings and shoes were removed. She swiveled herself around a few times, allowing some breaths and then finally allowed him to take some deep breaths as he lay back spread eagled, taking a break herself now. "Damn that Viagra goes a long way honey," said Toufassa, looking over her shoulder at his erection and smiling. Quickly she flipped over on him now as they lay stomach to stomach in a 69 position. She wiggled herself tightly onto his face, again lifting his head from the pillow with her thighs and then he felt her engulf his penis with her mouth. The combination of pleasure and pain were insane now as her power and weight were amazing, crushing him as he exploded into her mouth within only minutes. "Oh my" Said Toufassa, wiping her mouth as she easily swallowed. "It's not what I'm used to, but it will do. You rest now while I change for my birthday breakfast." Rory was truly exhausted as Toufassa exited the room. He looked over, seeing his documents still on the dresser and squirmed higher up on the pillow, unable to move much, with his arms restrained. He hunched his neck, looking down at himself, seeing he was wearing only the corset now and noticing his bright red erection. He was dying for just a drink of water or something to remove the taste of Toufassa from his mouth, as two women entered the room and removed his restraints. "Sit up please," said the woman, as she helped him sit up in the bed. She now worked at unbuckling the corset, while the other woman wiped him down with a sponge. "Stand please," said the woman, as two more women joined them, changing the sheets and pillows. She then released his braids from the bun, and washed his face before a long floral nightgown was pulled over his head. "Sit please," said the woman, lifting his feet into the bed as he sat, before they tucked him in and turned off the light, leaving him alone again. Rory was fighting falling asleep as his mind was occupied on how to leave, but his body finally won over and he fell asleep. He had no idea how long he was asleep for, but he was finally awoken by light shining directly into his eyes. He looked up, seeing a small white male looking into his eyes and nodding, then he realized Jamal was with him. "I hate to waste the value here, but I'll let Toufassa decide later," said Jamal. "I believe she is a decent commodity." "Top notch," said the man, shaking his head back and forth as he looked at Rory. "No, but decent if you put some money into her." "Ok, understood," said Jamal, calling the servants. "Prepare her for the party." They all left as a groggy Rory was quickly attacked by four servants who sat him up and got to work on him. Before he could blink, they had his nightgown off and one was lathering up his face. At his left hand, a servant was painting his nails and another painted his right hand. "Be still please," said a servant very quietly, as the razor moved up and down his face. He glanced down, seeing his nails becoming pale pink and then immediately smelled the flowery ocean type scent as they massaged a cream into his back and down his legs. On his face he felt them dotting and rubbing cream before they worked on his eyes. At each hand, they pointed dryers as they moved rapidly, preparing him as he watched the mascara wand jump from eye to eye. "Please don't move or I'll smudge your makeup and we'll have a problem," said a servant as she worked on his lids. He sat motionless as he felt some stockings rolling up his legs and snapping at the top of his thigh, and then felt the odd sensation of large powder puffs gently touching his entire chest and back, before feeling some shoes buckling across his ankles. They stood him up as he knew he was in lower heels now and felt the odd sensation of his groin and behind being powdered. Quickly now, his left leg was lifted and then his right as he could feel his garment climbing up his body. He tried to glance down but the servant held his chin up, carefully lining his lips as he felt his arms sliding through some sleeves before hearing the zipper go up his back. She turned his face, double checking his makeup as he felt something being pinned onto his head, as they stepped back admiring their work. "Good job ladies," said one of them. "Please quietly follow us." Rory looked down now, realizing he was in the same peach and pink maid's outfit as the other servants now. His outfit had short sleeves, which ended in little peach lace and had a matching peach lace collar. On his legs, he had white fish net stockings, which looked tiny under the layers of crinoline, and on his feet were pink satin 3 inch pumps with a delicate strap across the foot. "Where are we going?" whispered Rory. "Do I have to?" "Ok, just do as we do and there will be no issue," said a servant. "Follow us or we will bind you." They surrounded him and he reluctantly marched behind three of them with three more behind him. They weaved through some corridors and finally entered a large sitting room, seeing Jamal and his wives eating. Quickly they formed a straight line, pushing Rory into the middle and pushing his head and knee down as they bowed. "Good job ladies," said Jamal, smiling. "Now leave us and attend to your duties, except for Remeka. You will stay, my dear." "What is this about?" whined Rory. "Why am I dressed like this? I'm no servant." "No dear, you are not?" said Toufassa. "Silence, Remeka," said Jamal angrily. "I like her, Jamal," said Toufassa. "Remember it's my birthday honey?" "Are you sure, dear?" said Jamal, shaking his head as he looked at Toufassa. "Come on honey, let's have some fun," said Toufassa, as she got up and lifted his skirt, exposing his hard on. "Like that birthday girl," said Jamal smiling. "How about a little oreo sandwich while the Viagra is still kicking in, honey," whispered Toufassa into Jamal's ear, as she walked past him toward the double doors behind him. Jamal began laughing as he grabbed Rory by the arm and forcefully dragged him through the large double doors and into what was the master bedroom. He eyes almost popped from his head as he watched Toufassa now drop her dress to the floor and jump into the bed spread eagle. "Go to her Remeka," said Jamal, as he pushed Rory forward twice as Toufassa positioned herself near the bottom of the bed. Immediately she wound her legs around his hips, pushing up his dress as she began guide his penis inside her. "Oh please don't make me do this," whined Rory. "Come on honey," said Toufassa, locking her ankles around him. "You're used to traditional positions like this. It's easy for you, so relax and enjoy it." Toufassa thrust a few times as Rory stood there being controlled like a dead fish, before Jamal was behind him now, kissing his neck. "Oh no Jamal, please," whined Rory, before Jamal covered his mouth. "SSShhh, my dear," whispered Jamal as he dug his teeth into Rory's neck. "This will be wonderful." Rory now felt the cool air on his behind as his dress was lifted and a slimey feeling on his anus. He immediately stiffened up before feeling Jamal's hands massaging his cheeks before Toufassa unlocked her legs from around him. He closed his eyes now, knowing what was coming as he felt Jamal pressing at his anus. "Oh baby. That's my man," screamed Toufassa, as Jamal was rocking Rory and forcing him forward into Toufassa with great force now. "Now this is a birthday delight." Rory was helpless as he felt tremendous pain throughout his entire body as he had become Toufassa's birthday sex toy. He was beginning to become almost numb now as the penetration couldn't get any deeper as Jamal squeezed Toufassa's legs, pulling her as tightly as possible towards him as he was lifting both Rory and Toufassa off the bed as he thrust. Finally, after twenty minutes, he sighed and released his grip as Rory fell to the ground, passing out when Jamal finally pulled out. "You wiped out my birthday present," said Toufassa, getting up and kissing her husband as she rang the bell. "Girls take her to her room and let her rest." Rory finally awoke, seeing the sun shining in through the window. He was exhausted as his eyes peeked open, seeing Toufassa sitting next to him, gently rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "Did you have a nice rest, Remeka," said Toufassa. "Is it over?" said Rory half awake. "Is what over?" said Toufassa. "That two on one," said Rory, slightly dazed. "My birthday sex?" said Toufassa laughing. "That was two days ago. You've been resting honey." "I've been sleeping for two day?" said Rory, surprised. "Yes, honey. You've been through a lot," said Toufassa, pulling down the sheet and blanket in front of Rory's face. "What the hell is that?" screamed Rory. "It's part of my birthday present from Jamal," said Toufassa. "You see, I convinced him to let me put a little of my birthday money into you." "You gave me tits," said Rory, sitting up and staring at them. "No, I gave you perfectly sized, gorgeous breasts," said Toufassa. "I heard you like them big and so do I." "On chicks," whined Rory. "Not me." "Please, they are perfect on you," said Toufassa. "Your own breast implants! They're not real, but they are spectacular. Touch them." Toufassa took Rory's right hand and placed it on his breast. Quickly he moved his hand down, feeling his penis and sighed a temporary relief. "Honey, I wouldn't make you lose that!" said Toufassa, holding up a little mirror as she showed it to him. "We fixed it for you though." "Fixed it," screamed Rory seeing it. "Holy shit." "It'll take some healing honey, but at least now it'll satisfy me," said Toufassa laughing. "What you had before was nothing to be proud of, but what you have now will be wonderful once it heals. You got some length and girth now honey!" "You enlarged my penis and gave me big tits!" screamed Lori. "You made me a freak!" "Well, you're the only freak in bed now honey," said Toufassa licking her lips. "Remeka, you will be only sexy mamma now!" "Please, why would you do this to me," cried Rory. "I thought you'd be letting me leave after everything." "Leave?" said Toufassa, laughing. "You're mine now honey. Jamal could have sold you and made thousands, but I wanted to keep you. I kept you from harm and being sold." "I thought you said I would not be a servant?" cried Rory. "I did. I already have enough servants, but I don't have anyone as pretty as you or with the equipment you have," said Toufassa laughing as she gently flicked his penis. "I'm keeping you as my nanny. I'm going to give you an easy job, changing diapers and feeding my kids. Of course when your duties are done or I'm a bit horney, then we'll have some fun." "That's a joke right?" said Rory looking at his papers, still on the dresser. "It's no joke honey," said Toufassa, noticing what he was looking at and getting up, walking over to the window. "From this day forward and for as long as you perform your duties," said Toufassa, opening the window and pushing his papers out into the sea. "You're my Bahama mamma, unless you'd rather take your chances being sold." Rory just stared at her, shocked as she approached and grabbed his face, pinching it. "See you in about thirty minutes. Swallow and don't whine. I need to make sure it still works after your little procedure," said Toufassa, tossing some Viagra into his mouth and pouring in some water. "I'll send the girls with a good support bra, because you're going to need to get used to it with those Double D's, especially with the jiggling you'll be doing later perfroming your duties. Don't worry though, the doctor says I can't enjoy your little erection for 4 to 6 weeks. I just hope I can hold out that long with us just doing some other fun things."