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FORCED FEM STORY, THE LANDLORD CHAPTER 1 I quietly closed the big heavy front door shut behind me and nervously looking at the apartment door on the ground floor where the landlord lived; I headed warily towards the staircase. Just a few more paces to the stairway and up the steps to my first floor one bedroom flat and I would have avoided the inevitable confrontation with my landlord for another day. But then I heard the door behind me open and his voice. "Ah hello Sam, have you been trying to avoid me young man?" "N-No Mr Wilton," I lied, in truth I had been trying to do just that for nearly a month now. You see I had lost my job a few weeks ago and had not got enough money in the bank to cover the debit for my rent last month and I was two weeks into the next month. I had hoped to find another job by now and been able to cover things but with the recession, etc, I hadn't as yet been successful. Which was just what Mr Wilton, as I had feared, wanted to talk about right now? "We need to talk Sam. We can do this here or in the privacy of my apartment but we need to talk about your rent situation." With a resigned sigh I replied to him, "Yes we do Mr Wilton, maybe it would be better in private." He beckoned me to his front door and politely invited me in, showing me to the living room. He was a big man, well over six feet tall and powerfully built; I guessed he must be in his early fifties. "Sit down Sam, do you want a beer," he offered. This kind of surprised me a little as I wasn't really expecting this to be a social chat. I was even more surprised when he offered me a joint and lit it for me! "Well, well, well young man you seem to have fallen behind in your rent and I have heard from some of the other tenants that you are no longer employed?" There was no point in lying so I explained my position that I was looking for another job and would be able to make good the rent arrears hopefully soon. And that I was definitely good for this and would soon sort it out. He took all this in quite calmly, smiling a little and nodding encouragingly to me as I babbled on. I had started to think that he was accepting my explanation when he cut in quite harshly. "But Sam all this talk doesn't pay me the ?500 rent from last month not to mention the next ?500 that you will owe this month." "No Mr Wilton," I replied, "I don't suppose it does but please there must be a way we can work this out?" I desperately needed this flat, I'm twenty-five years of age and too old to live back with my parents. Even if I could do it would be unpractical as they lived in a small town thirty miles away from here where there was no work whatsoever. Mr Wilton laughed a little. "Well actually there is a way we can work this out. You have two options, you can either go upstairs, pack all your stuff and move out right now? " "Or?" I hopefully asked. "Or option two, you can indulge me in a little hobby of mine?" It took me a second or two, looking bewildered at him trying to think what he could mean; so I just shrugged my shoulders and said. "Yea, I suppose I can do that, just out of interest are you going to tell me what your hobby is?" I laughed more out of nervousness than anything else; his reply stopped my laugh instantly. "My hobby Sam is to watch porn while having my cock sucked by a slim, young, straight guy that I have made into my sissy." "What?" I was stunned, I don't know what I had thought he was going to say but it wasn't this! "I know you're a straight guy, I've seen some pretty girls come and go from your apartment, But have you ever sucked a mans cock before like a bitch?" "No, never, not my scene at all," was all I could say indignantly. "Mmmm perfect," he sneered. "Just what I'm looking for then; you know your choice, what's it gonna be?" He sat back in his chair sipping his beer and smoking the joint, eying me like a predator with its prey as I wrestled in my head for the right answer. I tried asking him if there was another way but he solemnly shook his head. "Nope, it's my way or the highway sweetheart" It took me several minutes as I thought through my position. I had no where to go, I needed this place, what harm could it do to play along? Who would ever know about this apart from the two of us? Finally he looked at me and said, "An evening here doing as I wish will go a long way to settling what you owe me; don't worry, I won't tell." "Ok," I mumbled after a few long seconds, "I'll do what you want." "What I want is for you do as you are told and suck my cock for as long as I want, as many times as I want, for the rest of the evening; then you can go in the morning." He had kind of upped the ante there, I thought we were just talking about a quick suck but it was too late to back down now, I was trapped! "Ok Mr Wilton, whatever you say," I whispered as I grappled with the idea of putting another mans cock in my mouth. I had had it done to me many times by my girlfriends and seen it a lot on porn movies but never thought that I would be the one on my knees! "And another thing Sam, I want this doing exactly as I say. You can strip naked I don't wanna see you dressed like that; you're a cock sucker now, you're my bitch." He went into the kitchen and returned with a large plastic bag. "Now get naked bitch and put your clothes in here. In my apartment there's a strict dress code for people like you." This was all happening too fast for me I was confused, frightened and a little bit high from the beer and the weed. But he was in control now and I thought that I may as well just get on with it and get this nightmare over as quickly as I could. I protested that there was surely no need for me to have to take my clothes off was there? But his response was to snap at me. "From now on, if you know what's best for you, you will do as you're fucking told. Now stand up and get naked, NOW, you little cock sucker!" His attitude was changing now he was sounding harsh and aggressive; I felt that I was quickly loosing control of this situation. I reluctantly stood up and slowly removed my clothes, my shoes, my socks, my T-shirt, pausing at my jeans. "Keep going cunt," he barked, I inwardly squirmed at his use of that word! As my jeans fell to the floor he told me to pick everything up and put them in the bag. My relief at the thought of keeping my briefs on was short lived. He laughed and mockingly sneered. "Panties too sweetheart" Little did I realise the significance of that last casual remark; as I stood there naked, my hands covering my flaccid cock. He looked me up and down and coolly said, "Hands on head baby, don't be shy, I'm not interested in your pathetic little Willy" I knew there was no point in arguing so I did as I was told. "Not bad, nice and slim, almost feminine, I think I can work with you" I looked at the floor in defeat; I just wanted to get this over with so I whispered to him, "Ok Mr Wilton, you win, let's just do this." He laughed out loud. "Oh no, not yet, I want you looking just right before I let you suck my cock. First of all I want you nice and clean; so come on lets go" With that he took me by the elbow and led me out of the living room, up the hallway and into the bathroom. "Firstly, if you're gonna suck my cock you will need to shave your face, I don't wanna feel any stubble against my balls." He ran a sink full of hot water, handed me some foam and a razor and told me to carry on. I had to be very careful as I shaved, my hands were shaking with nerves and fear; I didn't want to cut myself. When I was finished he ran his hand across my face and nodded approvingly, then turned on the shower. "In you get, I want you nice and fresh for me." Once I was completely wet I was handed a tube of what looked like shower gel. "Cover yourself all over in the gel, don't miss any part of your body." He watched me do as I was told, then leaned into the shower and reached out his hand towards my crotch. "No please," I flinched and tried to pull away from his advances. It did me no good, he was too big and strong for me, and he just grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer. "Shush, you'll see." Was all he said as he gently wiped a bit of the gel off my body, leaving a little exposed strip just above my cock? He had me stand there away from the jet of hot water for several minutes. He wouldn't let me wash it off, which I thought was strange; I would soon find out. It started to sting a little, especially around my balls and I was relieved when he told me to get under the water and wash the gel off; my relief was short lived. "What have you done to me?" I gasped as I looked down at my body. Now I have never been particularly hirsute, in fact apart from my chest, underarms and pubic area I don't have that much hair at all. The shock to me was as I now looked down at myself was that even that was all gone now apart from the little strip he had earlier wiped. I was horrified, it was a little V-shaped wedge about an inch long and an inch wide at the top it looked almost like something a girl would have! "That's better sweetheart, now you see, doesn't that look pretty." He must have read my mind as he continued. "I like my cock sucking by a sissy but I am not a faggot, the only one that is a faggot in my world is the little sissy cock-sucker." I shook my head in disbelief, how bad could this evening get, please just let me do this fucking thing as quick as possible and get the fuck out of here. My thoughts were interrupted as he told me to wait where I was while he left the room. Returning a few seconds later with what looked like a short silk white dressing gown. "Here put this on, it will feel nice and sensuous against your smooth skin. If you're gonna act like a cock sucker I want you to look and feel like one." I was taken gently by the hand and led back through the hallway and into another smaller room. It was obviously meant to be a bedroom but there was no bed in it, just a couple of wardrobes, a couple a chests of drawers and a dressing table. There was a large armchair in the corner of the room which he proceeded to sit in and a small stool in front of the dressing table which he instructed me to sit on. I noticed with growing alarm the collection of women's make-up items laid out on the table, which intensified when he told me to put the spotlights around the large mirror on. "Time to make you look a little less male and a bit more girly for me; I like to look down at a pretty little face bobbing in my lap. I want big thick lashes and sexy red fuck me lips." He threw a joint across the room to me and told me to light it up, it was gonna be a long night I needed to be very calm and relaxed if I was going to be able to keep him happy all night long. With a resigned sigh I did as he said and took a few deep intakes of the strong weed. He was right; I needed to be very stoned to see this evening through. CHAPTER 2 First was a layer of foundation which I was instructed to apply with the small sponge pad. I was told it was because he didn't want to see any shadow on my chin. He then told me to carefully use the eye pencil to define my eyes, my hands were trembling and it was with great difficulty I managed to do it straight. "Now the mascara, put it on nice and thick and don't forget the lashes under your eyes. I just love to see big, wide frightened eyes on a girl looking up at me when she sucks my cock." I had never done anything like this before so I wasn't sure just how to do it but he told me how to stroke it on, brushing it outwards to make my eyes look bigger. "Right now make your eyes look pretty for me, use the deep pink eye- shadow first, leave a little space in the corners nearest your nose and gently brush it over your eyelid." I did as I was told trying hard not to let the pink powder fall off the little brush. He then told me to use the lighter pink shadow and put some in the corners and brush it over the eye sockets above the darker stuff. "Let me see," he said as he got up and came to stand behind me. "Close your eyes and keep still." With that he used his forefingers to blend the eye-shadow to make it look darker on my lids fading to paler at the sockets and paler in the corners highlighting my eyes and like the mascara making them appear larger. "That's better baby," he said as he turned. After walking back to the armchair he had me apply pink blusher to my cheeks and then he told me to pick up the thick brush-on lip colour. It was deep red and it was hard to follow my lip line as I was now more than a little bit stoned as well as extremely nervous. "You are gonna need a thick undercoat on your lips honey as they're gonna spend a lot of time wrapped around my cock and balls. I don't wanna see it rubbed off too soon." "Use the powder in that large tub, gently brush it over your face to make everything look smooth and girly for me." Finally he had me apply a thick layer of lipstick on. "That's it, nice and thick, a man likes to see big thick red cock sucking lips on a bitch when she's on her knees before him." Once again he came over to check on my handiwork. "Very good, you look like you've done this before." To which I replied shaking my head in disbelieve at the way this was all heading so fast. "You gotta be kidding?" When he had inspected my make up attempts and seemed happy enough he pointed the bottle of bright pink nail varnish and instructed me to carefully paint my nails, first my toenails then my fingers. "Now put your hands palm down on the table and let them dry," he told me, adding, "You're almost done; you're starting to look just like a cock sucker should. Just one more thing." He ran his hand over my head, I had my hair very short at the time shaved at the sides and a tad longer on top, he said, "Still a bit male looking though I don't like to look down at a mans head in my crotch. I have the perfect finishing touch, close your eyes, keep your hands on the table, don't move and don't look until I tell you to." I did as I was told and heard him move away, then the opening and closing of a wardrobe door and his footsteps as he returned to stand behind me. At first I thought he was trying to put some kind of hat on my head and I flinched only to be told to keep still! Then I realised what it was as I felt strands of hair fall across my face. I opened my eyes to see a shoulder length blond wig upon my head and him standing behind me brandishing a hairbrush. He ran it through my new hair, gently brushing it off my face and brushing the back until he stood back and smiled. "Well have a look at yourself now princess, just like a pretty girl." I stared in fascination and horror at my reflection, he was right I did look just like a girl with the white gown, make up and wig, it had transformed me. I think there was fascination because I could never have imagined what I would look like as a woman. And horror because it could only lead to me being treated as a woman by this bastard! "What do you think?" he quizzed. I just shook my head in disbelief. "You've scrubbed up better than I could have even hoped for. Now look at that girl in the mirror, I can't imagine any man turning down a blow-job off that, can you?" "I bet you wouldn't mind a pretty little face like that sucking your cock would you? That's if you were a real man that is; which you are most certainly not now!" I could have cried at my predicament but I was trapped now and here for the whole evening with this man. "Stand up and take that gown off." I did as commanded and stood there my hands covering my cock. "Move your hands, don't be shy princess, I've told you, I'm not interested in that little cock of yours." He handed me a can of female, scented body spray and told me to spray myself liberally with it and not to miss all the little girly nooks and crannies. "I like my girls to smell like girls, don't want to ruin the image with any hint of male aroma when you get a bit sweaty later on." "And just to make sure I think you should spray on some of this." I was handed a bottle of expensive looking perfume and instructed to spray it on my neck, wrists and a little on my chest. "Mmmm perfect," he whispered as he theatrically sniffed the air surrounding me. Once again he returned to the armchair and sat down leaving me standing there naked before him. "You're not a man anymore looking like that are you? You're just a sissy, just a girl now." I had to admit as I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror that I didn't look too masculine. I was slim, smooth all over except for my little V above my cock and I was wearing make up and this blond wig. "You look like a girl, you smell like a girl and you're gonna fucking act like a girl tonight but first look at these." I looked up, until now I had been staring at the mirror in stunned silence, to see him holding up what looked like girls panties. They were white; sheer, almost see through full-bum panties with what looked like little pale pink ribbons on the front. "Come on girly, put these little sissy panties on for Daddy; if you're gonna look like a girl then you are gonna have to dress like one." To which I replied, horrified, "No please surely not." Wasn't it bad enough already. He just shook his head and laughed. "I'm no fag honey, I like girls to suck my cock and tonight you're gonna be a girl. In fact tonight sweetheart you're gonna be my special little girl, my perfect girlfriend that does as she's told and never says no!" "Now put these on bitch and know your place." He threw the panties across the room at me they landed at my feet. I looked reluctantly down but a fleeting glance at the look on his face made me decide that I may as well play him along and get this over with; whatever the humiliation. I picked them up and put them on, much to his amusement. "Well you're wearing pretty girly knickers now so you must be a girl." "Girls don't have cocks and balls sweetheart, only REAL MEN have those. Sissy girls like you have a clitty and juicy little pussy-lips stretching the front of their flimsy little panties." To add to my humiliation he made me repeat that back to him. "I like tits as well on a bitch, nice big juicy ones, here put this one and these in." I looked at the white bra with pink ribbons to match the panties and the huge silicon breast shaped mounds with look-alike nipples. "Mmmm nice big girly melons swaying about when you're on your knees; put it on!" I did as he demanded, fastening it in front of me and twisting it around, putting the straps over my shoulders. I picked up the false tits, I couldn't believe how pliable and heavy they were, I felt the weight on the bra as I put them in. I looked up to see him pointing a camera at me. "Pose for the camera princess," he sneered. "I want a couple of souvenirs' to remind me of how pretty you look." Click, click, click went the camera. "Turn around girl" He took another picture then paused. "Some more pretty garments I think sissy." My humiliation and discomfort continued as he held up the girly white suspender belt, it was lacy and pale pink ribbons to match the other lingerie I was wearing. It was quite wide with six straps dangling from it; I knew what this was and therefore what was coming next! I wasn't wrong; I was given a pair of white, seamed stockings and told to put them on. It took my trembling fingers and inexperienced hands several minutes to get the seams straight and all six straps fastened. All the while he 'encouraged' me with his comments about how girly I looked and how sexy I must feel making myself look pretty and attractive for my new boyfriend. And took several more pictures. I found myself distracted as I couldn't help but look at my reflection in the mirror. He broke the trance by saying, "A pretty girl must have a pretty dress for her special night." He laughed. "Here put this on." I looked up to see him holding out a little, very pale pink dress with a bright pink sash high on the waistline. Slowly I took the dress and stepped into it pulling it up my body and slipping the straps over my shoulders. I zipped up the little side zipper and again looked into the mirror. The dress was quite tight across over my sized fake chest and came in at the waist, flaring out from the hips. It was the kind of dress you would see a girl wear on a prom night or maybe as a bridesmaid? "Now the final adornments sweetheart and your transformation into my little princess is complete, look in that small box on the dressing table and put them on." I saw the box that he obviously meant and opened it, inside was a pink pearl necklace, a neck length chain with a small pink, sparkling crucifix and a pink bracelet. "And just so you don't forget what you are, hold your wrist up while I put this on you." In his hands was a silver bracelet with the letters S I S S Y dangling from it. It only took a minute or so to put it on, surely that was it, there couldn't be anything more? Oh yes there was. "And finally my sweet little slut, something that every girl must wear for her man." He leaned into the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of bright pink women's shoes with five inch heels. It was hard enough for me to keep my balance as I squeezed my feet into the pointed toe heels. He only laughed at my pathetic attempts to stand up straight, how on earth could I walk in these, how and why for god's sake, do women wear these daily? "Well, well, well don't you look like a horny, sexy lady? I think you need a nice new name to answer to tonight, Sam is for too masculine for how you look right now." My heart sunk even lower, a felt like crying but there was nothing I could do now except to accept my fate and get this evening over with. "From now on your new name will be Cindy. You will answer to that name and refer to yourself by that name, amongst a few other choice, nastier words as I see fit." "Now what's your name bitch?" I hesitated for a moment my sub-conscious fought against this attempt to control me before I whispered in defeat, "My name is Cindy." "SIR," he snapped, "you will call me SIR as sign of your respect, now tell me who you are." "My name is Cindy SIR," I stammered as a tear formed in my eye. "Now say hello Sir my name is Cindy, I am your pretty little sissy bimbo girlfriend, how may I serve you Sir?" I looked to the floor and quietly whispered, "Hello Sir my name is Cindy, I am your pretty little sissy bimbo girlfriend, how may I serve you Sir?" With a sneering laugh he repeated, "Good girl, oh yes what a good girl," several times. CHAPTER 3 With a quick couple of steps he crossed the room and took me, almost gentlemanly by the arm. "Come on princess you will struggle at first but you must learn how to walk in heels." I was guided out into the long hallway and told to walk to the front door and back. He was right, it was almost impossible to balance let alone walk. He opened the living room door and walked through it so he could look down the full length of the hallway and watch my discomfort as I tottered like Bambi to the front door at the other end and back. "You've a lot to learn bitch, now do it again." As I walked back and forth repeating the exercise several times I began to fathom out the best way to do this. By taking small steps and keeping my feet in line I realised that it was easier; although it did tend to make my hips sway! I was concentrating so hard on walking correctly and not slipping on my heels I hadn't noticed that he was using his camera to video me as I walked. My calves were hurting as they were unaccustomed to being stretched in this way. As he told me how to hold my arms letting my wrists go limp, mince and sashay my tush like a bitch. I was instructed how to turn in a fluid motion at the top of the hallway so my skirt swished around seductively. After what seemed like hours but was probably in fact only twenty minutes or so; he seemed satisfied that I had some idea how to move in a graceful feminine way. And informed me that I would learn how to do this in even higher heels if I was to become his perfect 'girlfriend'? As I approached him he pointed to the centre of the living room and told me to stand there. He then sat down on the sofa and told me how it was going to be from now on, firstly he said. "You will need to talk like a girl from now on when you are in my company. Lower your voice and talk like a little mincing fairy queen." This took a little practice as he had me say over and over again. "Hello Sir, my name is Cindy and I am your pretty little sissy, bimbo girlfriend." The words were bad enough but the lisping sissy voice made my humiliation worse. Then I was instructed on how to stand with my feet crossed at the ankles, back straight and arms held in a feminine manner. I was taught how to sit down and stand up again in dignified womanly way without stumbling or allowing my dress to ride up. That I must walk, talk, sit, pose and think like a girl while I was with him. I found that my clothes dictated a lot of my poise and posture as I was aware that it was impossible to act in a male way dressed like this. I was continually smoothing down my skirt to stop the stocking tops being exposed and had to sit with my knees together or legs crossed to avoid flashing. "Very good Cindy, what a good little slut you are, you look like a girl, you smell like a girl, you're dressed like a girl and you act like a girl; who would have thought you were ever a man." He laughed. "Now be a good girl and fetch my a drink, I want a vodka, coke and ice, prepare yourself one too you're gonna need it." I delicately stood up, straightened my dress and went into the kitchen returning a couple of minutes later with the drink to see him sat there smoking another joint. He patted the sofa next to where he was sat and told me to, "Park your sexy little ass down here bitch, you're my girlfriend now, so lets get acquainted." I sat with my legs crossed at the knee; as one of his arms snaked around my shoulders, he placed his other hand on my knee and I flinched. "Tut, tut darling keep still, I want to kiss my pretty little girlfriend, this is your first date and I want to make it 'special' for you" With that he pulled my face towards his and placed his lips on mine, my lips yielded as he gently but firmly penetrated them with his tongue. My head instinctively bent to the side and I realised that I was indeed acting just like a girl does when she is kissed. And he was acting just like a man does when he is kissing a girl I felt his hand on my knee slowly start to move over my stocking clad leg, under my skirt and up my thigh. I tried to stop him but he slapped my hand away. "Don't be silly sweetheart, it's a mans right to put his hand up his girlfriends dress." Fortunately he didn't reach any higher than my stocking top and he gently rubbed his hand up and down. Pausing from this he picked up the television remote and turned it on along with the DVD player. "Time for some education in the ways of being a real woman Cindy." A movie appeared on the screen and he turned my head to watch it. It showed a pretty, busty, leggy blond putting on white and pink lingerie, stockings and heels. "Just watch how she dresses for her man darling, see how she makes herself look sexy and appealing to him; just like you have for me tonight princess." As I watched I realised how many times I have sat there watching porn and imagined myself being the man with a girl like that. I had never in my widest thoughts ever imagined that it could be me being the girl! The bastard must have read my mind as he made a comment alluding to that fact. "Who's the bitch now hey babe?" My eyes widened in horror as the male in the movie entered the shot wearing just his shorts; I knew very well where this was heading and knew that whatever I saw on here would be a warning as to what I could expect this evening. "See how she lives to please her man, just like a slut should be, just how you are going to be." The girl dropped to her knees and rubbed the guys cock through his shorts. The scene moved on as his shorts fell to the floor exposing his large, erect penis. "Look and learn my pretty little sissy, bimbo slut, watch how she licks and worships his balls." It was like when you see an accident on the street; you know you shouldn't stare but you can't help yourself. I watched in morbid fascination as she licked the shaft, then the tip before taking it slowly into her mouth. "Your turn bitch," he snapped. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch so I could feel his erection through his trousers. He gave me some poppers and ordered me to rub him and say in my breathless girly whisper, "Oh what a big hard cock you have Sir." The humiliation was overwhelming as I acted like the dumb, bimbo girly he wanted. "Undo my zip bitch and have your first look at a real man's cock." Reluctantly I unfastened his trousers and unzipped him; I paused and rubbed him through his shorts trying to stall for time but to no avail. "Don't fuck with me cunt," he growled. "Get it out." I was hit with his manly musky smell as I pulled down the shorts to expose his engorged penis. Compared to mine it was massive, it must have been eight inches and I could only just get my fingers tips around his shaft at the bottom. The poppers coursed around my brain and mixed with the vodka and dope the whole situation seemed unreal. I couldn't quite take it all in; here I was dressed like a bitch touching another man's cock. I absentmindedly rubbed and stroked it as he moaned, sat back and muttered, "Mmmm good girl, oh yes what a good little girl you are." He encouraged me to play with him and tell him how nice I thought it was, how big it was, how much I wanted to touch it, etc. "Oh Sir," I moaned. "What a big cock you have Sir," I told him, I wasn't lying! He laughed and said, "Time to earn back some of your rent whore." Without my noticing he had manoeuvred his hand until it had gone from gently massaging my neck at the back up to the back of my head. I felt him slowly guide my head down to his crotch and realised it was 'show- time'. After another hit of poppers he instructed me to, "Just do what the slut on the film did bitch and you'll be ok." With that my head was forced down until his big dick was only an inch or so from my face. "Get to work whore." What could I do except obey, I was trapped in a situation beyond my control and just wanted to get it over with. Besides with the drugs and alcohol I could turn off and try and blank out what I was doing. I promised myself that once this ordeal was over I would never think of it again, I would block it from my memory as if it had never had happened. I licked his balls, I licked his shaft and eventually I steeled myself to commit the act of fellatio on an overwhelmingly powerful, dominant man. My reward for taking his tip into my mouth was a moan and even more pressure on the back of my head forcing me down. "Good girl, now make it all nice and wet and bob that little slut head up and down like the cock sucking sissy whore you are." I performed the act in a way that I thought was passable but without any of the enthusiasm that the girl in the movie was showing. And he made lewd, sexual comments as he watched her on the screen and my bobbing head in his lap, telling me to do what he could see her doing to her man. It wasn't a taste or a feeling that I was used to, it made me gag as his cock filled my mouth but I continued to pleasure him as best I could. I just hoped that he was appreciating my efforts; I was soon to be disappointed. "Come on you cunt, you're not trying hard enough; a whore should put some enthusiasm into her work. A sissy, bimbo slut should love her man's cock." I bobbed my head up and down his length in an attempt to show him I was trying. "Not good enough bitch, GET UP!" he snarled as he pulled me upwards. "Get your knees on the sofa, kneel next to me here," he pointed. As I did so he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his lap so I lay face down over him with my head on the sofa on the other side of his body. "You need to learn your place bitch, you need to learn that it is your duty to suck my cock like you love it." With one of his hands holding my wrists behind my back he had me restrained in a position that made me feel exceptionally vulnerable. A position that he exploited by sliding his other hand up and down my stocking clad legs. I felt rising higher and higher, under my dress and up my thighs. "You have lovely, sexy long legs girl, I can't wait to see what you have at the top of them." I shivered and moaned with desperation as his big, rough hand travelled across the bare expanse of skin between my stocking-tops and my panties and gently brushed my buttocks. "Oh yes what an ass you've got bitch. I am gonna teach you how a good little, sissy slut should behave" Again I quivered and tried to escape his touch as he gripped and toyed with my bum. My dress now was raised up and I knew that I must have presented quite a sight to him. "I am going to spank you sweetheart but its for your own good. You must learn how to be a proper fucktoy for me. I will spank you and you will accept it." There wasn't even a second to brace myself as the first smack fell across my bottom; the flimsy panties I was wearing offered little protection. The fell a second, a third, a fourth. I writhed and sobbed but I could not escape his grip. "No please, no," I pleaded pitifully. "Please stop. I'll do anything, please, it hurts." But it was to no avail, in fact it made it worse as he pulled the panties up so the material bunched in the crack of my buttocks. Now he continued to spank at the bare cheeks while he laughed and called me names. "Stupid whore, know your fucking place you bitch." "Useless cock-sucking sissy fuckdolly." My breathing was quickening and my heart was racing, it was the humiliation of my position that hurt almost as much as the stinging slaps across my soft white buttocks. "Yes I'm a stupid whore Sir, I know my place Sir," I grovelled and squirmed with each stinging slap. He continued a rhythmic spanking whilst he hissed at me. "Now bitch, when I stop beating your bitch-ass you are gonna say; thank you Sir for teaching me my place, please may I have the honour of sucking your magnificent, huge cock again." There were two or three more slaps before I realised that he had stopped, I desperately tried to remember what I was supposed to say. "T-t-thank- you S-sir," I stammered. "Thank you for teaching me my place" I paused as I contemplated just what I was about to say but it was far too late to turn back now. "Please may I have the honour of sucking your magnificent, huge cock again Sir." My reward was another slap. "Beg me properly like a cock-sucking slut should do and make it real, you cunt." I begged and pleaded and sobbed and grovelled in complete submission to him. I allowed him to make me humiliate myself in the most depraved, perverted way. A young man dressed like a slut begging another man to let him suck his cock! Eventually he seemed satisfied. "Good girl, now you're learning Cindy, you can get up." He helped me to my feet and stood up himself so that he was facing me. "Kiss me princess," he said gently, "kiss your boyfriend." I leaned my head to one side and surrendered my mouth to him feeling his tongue penetrate my lips were only ten minutes or so ago his cock had been! His hands were all over me, slipping from my face to my neck, moving slowly down my body over my bum, one hand snaking round the front to give my large false breasts a playful squeeze. "Lovely tits too slut, nice and juicy, just like men like them." He unzipped my dress then slipped it off my shoulders. "Time to lose the dress girl we don't want it to get all messed up do we Cindy?" The dress fell to the floor and he immediately shifted his hands to my pantie clad bum as he once again kissed me. I tried to wriggle and avoid his searching tongue and fingers but he held me tight in a strong overwhelming embrace, mentally as well as physically! Placing his hands on my shoulders he looked me in the eye and said, "Now then bitch it's time to show me that you're going to be a good girl for me. On your fucking knees sissy and show your respects to a REAL MAN'S cock." With that he pushed me to the floor so his erect penis was inches away from my face. I didn't need to hear his sexist comments and vulgar demands to know what I must do. I started be gently teasing his balls with my tongue then slowly moved it up his length replacing my tongue with my finger tips gently on his balls. I licked more and more, moistening his throbbing purple top, teasing him and worshipping him in equal measure. The sooner I made him cum then the sooner this ordeal would be over. I took him in my mouth and sucked him like I had been sucking cock for years! His hands gripped the back of my head and he thrust himself inside my mouth, fucking my face like a $10 whores. I gagged and chocked my eyes looking up imploring him for mercy but this just seemed to make him even more aroused and provoke even cruder remarks. "Oh yes you fucking cunt, suck my big hard cock you cock-sucking, bimbo sissy whore." "Suck it you cunt, take it deep inside your slutty mouth." "Jiggle those big juicy titties for me sweetheart; wriggle that cute little tight ass like a girl." This was not an erotic act of love like I had experienced when I was the receiver of such pleasures. This was like a hard core porno; he was virtually raping my mouth with no thought or consideration to my comfort either physically or mentally. I could hear him groaning and feel him pumping faster and I preyed that he was about to put this to an end and shoot his load. As moment seemed to approach I realised in alarm that I was going to get a mouthful of male semen; what would I have to do? My instinct would be to spit it out but I knew that to do that would probably earn me another spanking; so I steeled myself for his eruption. My thoughts were interrupted as he pulled away from me his cock slipping from my mouth. As much as I was relieved to have my mouth empty I was disappointed that he had stopped and this ordeal would last even longer. I was right to be disappointed as I looked up to see him staring at the television screen with an animal lustful look in his eyes. "Oh Cindy Just you look at that." I glanced up from my kneeling position and followed his gaze towards the television screen. The girl on the porn film that had been sucking the man's cock earlier was now on all-fours on the bed with her panties pulled down exposing herself to the man and the camera. "You see sweetheart? That's what a good little girlfriend does for her man. She offers up her tight little pussy and ass for him to fuck." He paused, watching my face for a reaction as I took in the image. I tried desperately to get my lips around his cock wanting to distract him from any further thoughts along that line! "Now you're a girl, you look like a girl, smell like a girl and dress like a girl; then you too must have a tight little pussy in those pretty little panties for me?" I pulled back my head letting his cock escape my lips and cried, "No, oh no, please no Sir." I sank my head and sobbed. The girl on the screen moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the man mounted her from behind and coldly forced his cock into her ass. "You are going to be my perfect, pretty, little bimbo, sissy, STEPFORD wife tonight Cindy." "And tonight is your wedding night; so you, my pretty little girl are going to let your new husband have his wicked way with you and pop your tight, virgin little sissy cherry." There was no pleading or bargaining with him, I tried protesting that I had done everything that he had asked for; that he had only said a blow- job, this wasn't fair moving the goal posts like this. He pulled me to my feet and laughed. "For fucks sake bitch, who do you think you are? You owe me nearly a grand and you think that your slutty, nasty little mouth is worth that?" "No you dumb cunt even your precious little pussy-ass isn't worth that. But for tonight it will start to pay off some of what you owe me." I was spun around and slapped on the bum in a casual manner as he ordered me to. "Get that cute fucking ass in the bedroom bitch, tonight you are fucking mine; do you understand? What are you?" I hesitated only to be slapped and asked again, "What are you bitch?" "Tonight I am yours sir," I sobbed as he marched me out of the room and down the hallway. I tottered along much to his amusement, he pushed open the bedroom door and I felt his hand in the small of my back propelling me into his lair. CHAPTER 4 The bedroom was dimly lit with a large double bed in the middle. Upon it lay what looked like some kind of restraints with Velcro straps, a ballgag and a paddle. "Oh god no please no Sir," I cried in alarm. "Please Sir don't tie me and hit me." There was a slap across my bum, not overly hard but hard enough to get my attention. "I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU GIRL." "Now turn and face me and say, my name is Cindy. And I am your pretty little sissy bimbo STEPFORD wife sir." There was no point in even trying to avoid the total humiliation so I numbly repeated his words. He laughed and continued. "And say, I am going to be the perfect little wife and will give up my sweet little cherry to my man." Through gritted teeth I obeyed, my eyes closed and my head bowed in submission. "You are gonna do this tonight bitch and it's up to you just how bad it's gonna be?" "If you're a good girl and co-operate I will try and be gentle with you; you will need to keep still and not scream." "If you're not then I will gag you and tie to keep you quiet and in position." I was operating in a dream like trance, this whole crazy thing was too much to take in; all I could do was look blankly at him facing the floor slowly shaking my head. "Now are you going to be a good little girlfriend, the perfect date?" he asked as he put his arms around me and kissed me. It would have been a romantic moment if it hadn't had been a complete sham; I was no girlfriend, I was his victim. The poppers bottle appeared under my nose and I took a giant hit to deaden the moment as I felt his hands slipping down my back and over my pantie clad bottom. A finger was slipped inside and I flinched as I felt it tease my opening. "What a nice tight pussy you have Cindy, a nice tight virgin pussy. Now repeat back to me, what you have?" I repeated it back as instructed along with his other orders; he made me refer to my bum hole as my vagina, my pussy, my cunt. I was made to repeat his mantra that he was a REAL MAN and that I was his dumb, bimbo, sissy slut. My fear was real, I was trapped and this was gonna hurt, I could have kissed him in gratitude when he offered me, what I thought to be at the time a way out, I would do anything? "Ok bitch you have one last chance to avoid getting your cherry popped right here and now." "Get on your fucking knees like the good little cock-sucking slut you are and show me what you've learned so far tonight. If you can make me cum with that sexy little mouth in the next ten minutes I will let you go" Even though I didn't trust him what choice did I have? I was torn with the dilemma of what to do, either enthusiastically suck this bastard's cock until he shot his load in my mouth or endure the painful experience of him following through with his threat. I sank to my knees and remembering what the girl in the movie had done I started to lick his balls. I heard him groan with pleasure and place his hand on the back of my head. "Mmmm good little sissy slut, just like a proper little pro." My tongue lapped gently up his shaft until I reached the ridge of his swollen purple helmet. Gently rubbing around it with the tip of my tongue then up to the opening slit at the top. "Oh yes whore, work my cock you little cunt," was my only reward. From there I took him fully into my mouth slowly taking as much of his length as I could without chocking. Then slowly bobbed my head up and down trying to create as much saliva as I could and squeezing his helmet between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He pulled my head forward, taking control of me, forcing my mouth further onto him. I put my hand round the base of his penis so that he couldn't pull me too far and choke me; I was already learning the little tricks! I worked him to the very best of my ability as I thought of all the times I had seen this in porn or with my girlfriends. I desperately wanted him to cum even though I know the sudden gush and taste would make me gag. "Oh fucking hell princess you give a good blow job, what a quick learner you are." "But you didn't really think that I would get this far with you and let you get away with your virginity intact," he laughed. "You've got me nice and hard now and I want some pussy, I'm a man, you're a woman, me Tarzan, you Jane, get it?" "I'm gonna make you my woman, you belong to me now bitch, understand?" I looked up at him my eyes wide with fear, imploringly him and begging him. "No please don't Sir, I've done everything you've asked, please let me suck your cock some more. I'll do anything I'll swallow your cum Sir like a good sissy cock-sucker." I sobbed and pleaded I would have promised to do anything as I humiliated myself begging for a mercy that even I knew would not be shown. I kept kissing and licking his cock but it was to no avail, he pushed my head away and with one of his big strong hands gripped around my arm, he pulled me to my feet. "On the fucking bed bitch, its show time, Daddy wants some hot sissy- girl pussy action." He pushed me towards the bed so hard that I fell on my hands and knees upon his bed. There was a sharp slap across my bum and a command to. "Move further up the bed sweetheart, stay on your hands and knees just like that." "Bend your back so your ass is up and your head straight; come on straighten your arms bitch." I struggled into position aware of how humiliatingly submissive I had become for this Bastard! I posed like a pin up model in pretty lingerie on a man's bed waiting for the next painful, humiliating experience. "Keep your knees together and keep that sissy-ass up or I will use that bondage equipment and tie your fucking cunt into position; understood bitch?" "Yes Sir," was all I could whisper as I did as I was told. "I'm gonna pop your precious little cherry Cindy. And your gonna be a good little girl and take it. I want you to moan and groan, writhe and wriggle just like a bitch does when she's getting her snootch pounded" The bed dipped as he climbed upon it and positioned himself behind me. "This is gonna hurt quite a bit at first bitch so you will want your pussy nice and wet. You will beg me like a simpering girly to lube up your tight, virgin sissy vagina and make you nice and wet for Sir's big, hard cock" With that he slapped me. "Beg bitch, say please Daddy, please lube up my pussy for your superior REAL MAN'S cock." "If you don't beg hard enough I will just fuck you without the lube so it's up to you bitch, NOW BEG." It was a stark choice, humiliate myself and beg for him to treat my ass like a woman's vagina or the even worse experience of feeling his eight inches tearing into my virgin hole. I begged, I pleaded, I sobbed like a beaten pathetic sissy for Daddy to please lube up his little girlie's pussy. "Please, please Daddy your dumb, bimbo, sissy-slut Cindy begs to be treated like a princess not a whore, please be gentle Daddy please lube up my cunt for your big cock Sir" I repeated over and over. Throwing the bottle of poppers at me he told me to. "Keep that handy and use it often young lady, they will help and you'll need all the help you can get." It was advice that I followed very often over the next few hours as I used the mind numbing chemical to blot out the reality! He laughed as he pulled my panties down a little and I felt the cold, thick sticky substance drop onto the top of the cleft of my buttocks. I sobbed with fear and relief and thanked him for his 'kindness' I felt his fingertips follow the path of lube down between my cheeks and flinched as his finger reached my opening. "Good girl," he whispered. "Keep calm and keep still and you'll find this experience a little easier." He worked the lube around my rim then slowly inserted his finger, all the while talking to me calmly yet assertively. "That's right princess, moan a little when Daddy plays with your cunt, there's a good girl." "Sissy Cindy's cunt belongs to me now, I own it bitch." "Ohhhh please," I moaned. It was an a moan of desperation not pleasure that had accidentally escaped my lips. There was a feeling of my hole being stretched a little more as he slipped a second finger inside me. "Oh please don't," was all I could mumble hopelessly. "Shut up bitch and do as you're told; if you scream or cry out I will gag you." I couldn't stand the thought of that so I pleaded with him not to gag me and that I would be a good girl and keep quiet. All he said was. "Oh don't worry you will cry out but no-one can hear you in here, all the bitches cry out, scream, beg and sob when they get their cunts used for the first time." I must have looked at him surprised as he continued. "What? You think you're the first bitch I've turned out? I've turned a lot tougher boys than you into simpering, cock-sucking, bimbo sissies. In fact you've been easy, you're a natural at this; I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you sweetheart." As he spoke he worked the lube inside of me with his fingers, his other hand stroking my bum. I was numb with terror, the weed, alcohol and poppers blurring my mind but not the burning stretching sensation from down below! "Oh what an ass bitch, nice and smooth, just ripe for fucking." I felt him slap his cock on my buttocks then rub it down so the tip pushed my panties down. I was fully exposed to him now, on all fours wearing stockings and suspenders with my panties pulled down to my thighs. There was nothing now to protect my tight, virgin hole from his huge penis. Even the flimsy material of the panties had given my shameful predicament some cover! "Have some poppers and bite that pillow princess. Daddy's gonna make you his woman, make you his wife and you're gonna fucking love it and beg for more like the nasty little cock-whore you are." I did as he said and took a big hit of poppers, it was just in time. "Oh god, owwww no please be gentle." I pleaded as I felt the tip of his erect member penetrate the outer ring of my orifice. My body tensed up in shock when he pushed it inside me a little further, slowly, inch by inch. He slapped me across my buttock and demanded. "Relax darling, there's a good girl. It will be easier if you relax, now take another hit of poppers, put your head down and push that sexy little ass up higher." There was nothing to do now except try and endure this painful and humiliating act; I took more poppers and felt my body relax. It was a strange sensation; the poppers made the whole submissive act feel more natural. "Good girl, good little whore" He murmured appreciatively as he pushes his length further inside me. The pain was excruciating and I begged and pleaded for him to stop and as I realised he wasn't going to stop I pleaded with him to be gentle and use more lube. "Please Sir, please be gentle with your pretty little girls virgin pussy." "Please Sir, please put some more lube on my cunt." I begged pathetically, not realising that my cries were likely to turn him on even more. He started to move in more rhythmic stroke as he pushed his cock all the way in then out again. The pain was easing now but the humiliation was never ending. He was penetrating and fucking me like a girl and there was nothing I could do about it except moan and writhe and get him off as quick as I could! He slapped my ass again and again his stroke increasing, he gripped my hips and pulled me back onto him using my body to jerk off his cock. "That's it Cindy, work that ass bitch, show Daddy what a good little wife you're gonna be; squeeze those cunt muscles, tell me how much you love being my woman." I rocked back and forth and whimpered pathetically that, "I am good little girl for Daddy, I love being your woman Sir." This assault couldn't last for much longer, could it? I found myself in the paradoxical position of on one hand wanting him to cum so this would end. Yet on the other hand it was so embarrassing to actually be acting exactly like a woman and wanting his cum. What would it make me if another man ejaculated inside a hole that he referred to as my vagina? He must have read my mind as he answered that question for me. "Come on slut, work that cunt, I'm gonna cum bitch." His strokes became faster and faster, rocking my body back and forth as I moaned, sobbed and pushed myself onto him. "Beg me to make you my woman Cindy. Beg me to cum in your tight, virgin, girly vagina." My head was spinning as I begged him. "Please Sir, please Daddy please make me your woman, please Sir please shoot your thick cum in my tight, virgin, girly vagina." I felt him clench and his grip around my waist tightened. "OH FUCK, YES YOU CUNT, TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD." He yelled as I felt the first hot spurt erupt deep inside me. He pumped again and again and I could feel his semen stretching my inner walls. There was so much pumping from him that it felt like an enema. I groaned and cried out, I never realised just how it would feel having a man empty his balls in my pussy-ass. I felt a shudder up and down my body a feeling of relief and nervous exhaustion; is this how it felt for a woman to be fucked? His cock was beginning to soften and I could feel it start to slip out from my stretched sore hole. As it did so I could feel the first drops of his semen dripping down my thigh. "What a good little girl, now thank me and tell me you enjoyed it." I knew better than to hesitate so I told him. "Thank you for fucking me Daddy, I loved having your big cock inside of me." He gently stroked my bottom and pulled my panties back up. "Don't want my cum running out and staining the sheets do we princess" He mocked "Now when a REAL MAN has fucked your cunt bitch, you will turn around, give him a kiss then gently lick his cock clean. NOW DO IT!" Feeling completely beaten I turned around, placed my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Slowly I leant down and took his cock in my mouth and worked my tongue around his softening tip. When he was satisfied that I had completely licked and sucked of any remaining residue of his semen he told me to. "Get your slutty ass into the other room and go fix your make up sweetheart." CHAPTER 5 Five minutes later I returned to his bedroom, my lipstick and foundation restored to their original 'glory'! He was lain on the bed naked stroking his cock with one hand, with the other hand he clicked his fingers and pointed at his stiffening penis. "Here bitch, Daddy's cock needs some attention, get in position on your knees my little fucktoy and suck me hard again." I tottered over on my heels and climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. He opened them, clicked his fingers again and demanded. "Get to work on those balls you little cock-sucker." I needed no further orders or encouragement as I was beyond any reasonable thought now, I merely obeyed. He moaned and stroked my head as I licked and kissed his balls, at his 'suggestion' I took them into my mouth firstly one at a time then finally both together. All the time I was doing this I played with his growing cock. Gently rubbing it, secretly hoping that I could just jerk him off before he realised what I was doing? My thoughts were that if he ejaculated again now he may feel tired and call it a night? Licking him slowly from underneath his balls up the full length of his shaft seemed to pleasure him no end. So I moved up higher and began to do my cock-sucking duty; I could feel him harden even more between my lips. "Nice try you little whore," he laughed. "You're not getting out of another good fucking. Thanks for getting Daddy's cock hard again now get on your back and have some poppers" Deflated by this news I once again hit the poppers and reluctantly rolled onto my back. "This time I wanna see your pretty little, girly made-up face as I fuck you." "I want to see the look in your eye when my big hard cock penetrates you again and you begin to understand your place around here." He knelt between my legs and pulled my knees apart. "I want you just like a woman, on your back with you legs wrapped around your boyfriends shoulders as he fucks you." I lay back and looked at the ceiling as I felt him gently stroke my 'clitty' and 'pussylips' through the flimsy sheer white material of my panties. "What are these Cindy?" he asked. To which I replied obediently, "My juicy girly pussylips Sir." "And my little sissy clitty Sir." He was enjoying my humiliation and complete submission now; he knew that he had me at his mercy. "Let's undo these so Daddy can get at his STEPFORD wife's stretched and used cunt." The three suspender clips on each stocking-top were slowly undone and I could feel the sheer nylon slip a couple of inches down my thighs. Then his big, rough hands went up to the waist band of my panties and his fingers slipped inside them. "Panties off sweetheart, you won't be needing these again and they'll just get in the way now." They were slowly pulled down my legs and over my heels, once off they were casually thrown so that they landed on my face. They were still wet from his semen that had leaked from my used pussy into my panties; I quickly threw them off. He laughed as he told me to. "Open your legs Cindy, offer your pussy to me and be prepared to be fucked like a woman." Now was the time for more poppers so I grabbed the bottle and deeply inhaled. I replaced the cap just in time as he pulled me by the legs towards him and lifted my legs in the air. "Now lets have a good look at you, offer yourself to me woman." He pushed my legs forward and apart simultaneously lifting and opening my already stretched hole. I was almost bent double and I could feel his hard cock touching me between my buttocks. "Be a good girl and ask me nicely to lube you and fuck you again Cindy, like the good little girlfriend you are." Knowing that whatever I did or said would not stop him from doing exactly what he wanted I reasoned that the only way to endure this was by continuing to comply. "Please Daddy, please lube up my pussy and fuck me again, I'm your pretty, sexy, naughty girlfriend." He spat a big glob of saliva onto my swollen hole and rubbed it inside with his finger. "That will do for you princess, you're already wet from last time and I wanna feel you even more this time." I let out a long low moan as he penetrated me again; strangely it didn't hurt quite as much as the first time. He was right I was still wet from last time and my muscles had relaxed more now to accommodate him. His penis entered me fully in one long slow firm but gentle stroke and I could feel his heavy balls connect with my buttocks. "Oh yea, balls deep in my bitch," he murmured to himself as he started to rhythmically pump me. He pumped harder and harder as he continued to fuck me, occasionally changing the position of my legs. Sometimes he held them by the ankles apart, and then he would hold them together and push them down. He crossed them at the ankles and placed them first on one of his shoulders and then the other. Finally he placed an ankle on each shoulder and pressed down so his face was inches from mine. It was difficult to breath with his weight pushing my knees into my chest and my mouth was open as I tried to alleviate it. He spat in my open mouth and pounced on it with his, his tongue was invading my mouth just as his cock was invading my other hole. Kissing me deeply only breaking to bite on my neck he humped me harder and faster building up to his climax. "Oh god yes bitch, beg me to shoot my fucking load deep inside your cunt Cindy." The poppers, the weed and the alcohol were working overtime and I was beginning to get used to the banging sensation inside my body. It still hurt but it was nothing compared to what it had been earlier. I moaned and sobbed and begged him to. "Please Daddy, please shoot your fucking load deep inside my sissy cunt, please Sir, please." There was a burning, filling feeling which started the minute his body stiffened and he moaned my name. His cum exploded inside my lower intestine and once again I had the strange sensation of the inner wall being stretched with his liquid. He collapsed on top of me as his cock softened and slipped from me leaving behind a trail of his seed. He didn't rest long and I started to sense that he was satisfied. He was in his early fifties and two orgasms one after the other should surely be enough? Rolling off me and moving to the edge of the bed he sat up and said, "Get up slut, let's have a look at you." I stood by the bed while he looked me up and down. My head was bowed in abject misery and I could feel the sticky semen oozing from my body. My surrender to him was complete, my mouth a sissy pussy filled with his load. "Very good Cindy, I'm very pleased with you." He spanked my bare bottom and pointed to the door. "Right I'm done with you for now WHORE; there's some make up and nail varnish remover in the bathroom." I quickly bolted for the door as he added, "You can take off the girly stuff, get changed and take the stuff from the bathroom to your own flat and take your shit off there." So this was it, the final humiliation, being thrown out now he was sexually satisfied like some kind of, to use his word, WHORE! I dressed as fast as I could and grabbing the bottles from the bathroom I ran upstairs preying that I didn't bump into anyone and they would see me smeared made-up face and smell my strong feminine perfume. As I sat at home removing the nail varnish I reflected with a shudder on the events of the previous evening. I had to put this behind me and try and find another flat but how when I had no money? I hoped that my night's efforts would have been enough to give me a bit of breathing space and hopefully I would get a job soon and pay this fucking cunt back his money and move out. Somehow I suspected that if I didn't then sooner or later he was gonna demand more payment of another kind. END OF PART ONE