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Sissy Biker Chick Part 2 Jolene drove me to Gus's place not saying a word except when she dropped me off on the porch of a run down ranch house "Good luck....you're gunna need it!" was her parting remark smirking. I watched her drive off in a haze of dust and wondered what the next month would entail. Timidly I knocked on the door "Get in here bitch," was the shouted reply. I was not sure it the shout was at me or someone else so I knocked again "Dumb faggot quit banging and get in here." Now I knew it was me the woman was talking to. I opened the door and stepped inside. Directly in front of me was a corridor leading into the house. To the left was a set of stairs leading up. The inside of the house looked as dilapidated as the ourside! "In here bitch." I followed the shout and came to the first door which led into what appeared to be the living room. I could immediately see the woman in question. She was at least twenty stone and she was sat in a leather chair facing a massive television. Around the chair was the detritus of several take out meals. I even noticed a hospital bed pan that looked to be full of urine! on a table beside her. The dress she was wearing bore the stains of a recent meal. "Come closer bitch I won't bite....did Gus fuck your faggot ass," she demanded. "Yes......Mistress," I answered meekly. "So you're the new faggot.....well I am Mistress Martha...understand." "Yes Mistress Martha," I said performing a low curtsey, she laughed loudly at this "Well Gus will be home for lunch so you best get me something to eat then set about cleaning the kitchen. Your working clothes are hung in the dog kennel just outside the back door. That uniform is pretty for serving but not for chores." "Yes Mistress," I curtsied again and headed for the kitchen. Not really knowing the place I simply turned the opposite way from the front door, I passed another door that lead into what appeared to be a study. Definitely a mans room it had hunting trophies on the wall and a rack of guns. The next door was the door into the Kitchen. It was a big kitchen with a preparation island in the middle. The sink was under the window facing out into the back yard. I stood and surveyed what was to be my domain for the next month. Every worktop was covered in either used dishes and plates or take out cartons. I sighed at the mammoth task I had ahead of me. I wondered to the island and noticed a faded dog-eared book. The title was "Faggots Instruction," I opened it and began to read. It had recipes and instructions for all kinds of food from snacks to supper. There were several special sections for Master Gus, Mistress Martha and Jake. I was puzzled as to who Jake was. I also began to wonder what had happened to the previous sissy, was she buried out in the desert somewhere? A grim thought! "Where is my sandwich faggot," came the bellow from the other room. I quickly opened the book at Mistress Martha's section and began to prepare her a sandwich. I found all I needed including her favourite beer in the fridge, when I had finished as per the instructions the sandwich was nearly a foot tall. I put the sandwich and the beer on a tray and returned to the main room. The "Jeremy Kyle," show was on the television I mused at what his audience would think of my marriage, how I let another man fuck my wife and turn me into a sissy. "You took your fucking time," was all Mistress said. I served her the sandwich and watched he start to wolf it down. Through a mouth full of food she spat, "Get to work faggot, and don't forget to change." I headed back to the kitchen and then out through the back door into the yard. I looked around noticing a kennel with two vicious looking dogs in. Was I supposed to go in there? I moved to the gate and the dogs simply sniffed at me when I lifted the catch and entered. I patted their heads and stroked them which they seemed to like; well at least they were friendly. There were three stalls in the kennel, all had moth eaten blankets, in one I found my work uniform hung on a peg. It was a pair of faded pink dungarees, nothing else, well except for a sparkly pink pair of pumps. Carefully I removed the sissy maid's uniform. I contemplated keeping the underwear on but knew it would only get grimy I thought I better keep it tidy for later. I slipped on the dungarees and noticed that the bottom and crotch had been crudely cut out. Knowing I had work to do I slipped on the pumps, they were slightly too small for me so I knew my feet would be aching soon. I noticed there was something in the front pocket of the dungarees so I pulled it out curious as to what it was. It was a tube of lubricant, I knew exactly who and what that was for so with a resigned sigh I put it back in the pocket. I headed back into the kitchen and got to work I was stalled a while later by Mistress shouting for me to get her another beer. As I worked I began to contemplate my plight. How had I got myself into this? Yes I should have told Jolene that I would not wear the dress, but deep down I wanted to wear it, hell I was drooling the minute I saw it. After that I deserved everything I got, including the fucking from Master Gus. Truth be told I loved it, the hidden sissy sub in me was finally, well and truly out. My cock twitched to life in acknowledgement of that fact! "Faggot!," shouted Mistress. I hurried to see what she waned. "I need a piss," she demanded when I got there. I must have looked puzzled because she continued, "Shit you are one dumb fuck, get the bed pan!" She pointed to the bed pan I had noticed earlier. I picked it up and started to head for the bathroom. "I need a piss NOW!" she said a cruel grin on her face, leaving no doubt as to what I should do with the contents. I put the spout to my trembling lips and drank. I have had to drink urine before but this was cold and stale making the task all the more onerous. Mistress looked on a cruel glint in her eye. Finished I parted her thighs and put the bed pan under her, noticing as I did that she had panties on, she simply sighed and urinated through the panties into the bed pan. I watched it slowly fill, as the flow stopped I removed the pan "Want to drink it when it's still hot," she smirked. "Yes Mistress," I answered meekly, better I thought than having to drink it cold later. "Well ask politely faggot." "Please may I drink your amber nectar Mistress?" She burst into fits of laughter. "Amber nectar my ass.......it's piss....ask correctly faggot!." "Please may I drink your piss Mistress," I asked again. "Well since it seems you REALLY want to drink my piss, judging by the little fella, sure knock yourself out...then get back to work!" It had not escaped my notice that my cock was painfully hard during this humiliating experience and I blushed at my pathetic lust. The next time I was called to served Mistress a beer I noticed as I was approaching the room that she was watching something pornographic, I could hear a woman moaning and a man grunting. What I saw when I entered the room stopped me in my tracks. There on the big screen was a woman with her head buried between the fat thighs of another woman, that woman being Mistress Martha; she was also being fucked doggy style by a man. The thing that stopped me however, was the fact I recognised the woman even though I could not see her face. Then she raised her head and grinned at the camera. The pussy juice smeared face grinning at the camera was unmistakably my wife, Jenny. Mistress spoke, "Your wife sure is one sexy bitch.....and coooeee does she know how to lick pussy." I was in a state of shock, my wife would not dream of sucking my cock let alone a pussy, and as for sex it was always with the lights off. Yet here she was acting like a porn queen. "Put the beer on the table faggot....mamma is horny and the girls tell me you have quite the tongue on you......" In a daze I put the bottle down and knelt before her. It came to me that the girls must have been some of the women from the bar last night. "Well you must have something to make up for that tiny dick that is hard at the sight of your wife fucking and sucking." I blushed bright red knowing full well she was right, my tiny cock was rock hard, I tried to tell myself it was the thought of licking pussy, but who was I kidding! "Get licking, bitch see if you can't do a better job than your wife!" she sneered. I moved forward parting her upper thighs to get to her pussy. She had on white full panties or should I say mostly white. The area were her pussy was, was stained yellow and slightly darker from her excitement. I leaned in closer and breathed in the grungy wet pussy smell It was heavenly! My tongue snaked out and I licked to damp material, the taste was exquisite. My cock throbbed harder and my heart beat like a drum. I lavished lick after lick on her panty covered pussy until she could stand it no more and demanded, "Take off my panties and lick my pussy......faggot!" I struggled and pulled and finally got her panties down, quickly returning like an addict to her pussy. It was hot and wet and delicious, I found her hard clit straight away and began sucking, pretty soon I had her on edge. "MAKE ME CUM!" she shouted. I licked he clit and brought her to climax, I had intended on licking her pussy but she demanded I suck her clit again. Knowing it would sensitive I licked lightly to receive a smack on the head. "Just suck it faggot!" she demanded. I got to work and after a few yelps she was cumming again, I carried on three, four five, six times. My jaw and tongue were aching when to my relief she called a halt. "You might want to see this faggot." I had forgotten about my wife so my attention was drawn back to the television again. There was my wife slowly lowering herself onto Master Gus's large cock. But he was not fucking her pussy, no her was fucking her arse. This really blew my mind and nearly my cock as I leaked pre-cum profusely. When she was fully impaled she fell forward so that Master Gus was fucking her doggy style as he did this, the second man came back into view and my wife grabbed his very large cock and stuffed it into her mouth. "Aww Jake is just like his papa....." crooned Mistress. "Back to licking faggot," she demanded. I was glad of the distraction knowing what my wife was doing for all the world to see on the television behind me. I brought her to climax a further eight times until she pushed me away exhausted and finally to my relief satiated. "Fuck off back to the kitchen faggot I need a sleep." Exhausted I headed back to the kitchen the porn show continuing unwatched, I wondered what else my wife had gotten up to whilst I got on with the cleaning. I kept an eye on the clock as I worked and around midday Master Gus appeared. He must have looked in on his wife because when he came into the room he smirked. "Martha is sleeping like a hog, I guess she's been putting you through your paces," he grinned. "Yes Master." I curtsied. "Well it looks like the kitchen is getting cleaned, get back to work." With that he sat at the now clean kitchen island and began to eat his sandwich and drink his beer. As he ate I continued to work, I was washing some pots in the sink when he finished up with a burp. He got up and moved behind me, pressing his hard cock against me. I felt him fumble with his trousers and then his hot hard cock was pressing into the crease of my bum. He reached round into the pocked of the dungarees and took out the lubricant. I jumped as a cold blob hit my bottom crack and slowly slide down. No sooner had it reached my puckered hole than he pushed his cock inside my tender hole. As his balls touched my bottom I let out a sigh and ssnk forward into the sink. It was so wrong to be allowing him to do this, but it felt so good. Not in the physical sense, in fact it hurt still from last night. No the real sense of good was that I was a pathetic sissy male submitting to a dominant man. It did not take him long to cum and after he pulled out I turned and fell to my knees, obediently cleaning his cock of my taste and his. He smiled down at me. "I think you're pathetic enough to be enjoying this," he smirked. "Yes Master," I muttered in total agreement. Zipping up his trousers he headed for the door. "Have supper ready for six.....Pork jambalaya..my favourite." I looked in the faggot's book and found the recipe. Reading through I knew it was a long slow cook so I got on with it and then continued cleaning the kitchen. As I worked the cooking food made me realise that I had not eaten at all that day. Under the pretext of tasting it for seasoning I ate, first a spoon full, and then I avidly filled my belly. It was a big pot so no one would notice....I hoped. Master Gus arrived at four and demanded a beer before going into the living room shortly after Master Jake arrived. He strolled into the kitchen took one look at me and burst out laughing. I was also shocked; this was the man from the video! The one who had been fucking my wife doggy style. "I see we have a new faggot....... can I play with her pa?," he shouted over his shoulder. I did not like the cruel look he had on his face so it was with great relief I heard Master Gus shout back, "NO...get the girl to serve up supper." "You heard what he said," he said sullenly. He still had a cruel look in his eye, I was sure he was a child that used to pull limbs of insects, hell he was big enough to do the same to small animals.....and me. I shivered and headed for the kennels to change into my maid's uniform. All the while he watched, he pretended to be feeding the dogs but when I glanced at him his gaze was on me. I dressed as quickly as I could and then served then all in the living room. They all had a lap tray so that they could eat and watch the television at the same time. Some action movie had their full attention to my relief. They devoured the meal like vultures, demanding more and beer to swill it down. In the end there was nothing left so I was glad I had sneaked some earlier. Nothing was said of me eating so I cleared the plates away and left them burping and farting watching the movie. I completed the washing up and returned to the living room to be told by Master Gus that the boots in his den needed cleaning. Putting on my dungarees I set to the task. There were at least ten pairs of boots, from high leg leather boots to desert boots, and they all smelt manly and to my shame exciting. Through the night I cleaned the boots and served the family whilst they watched television. I emptied Mistress Marta's bed pan and much to the amusement of the other begged for its contents. I also took Master Gus and Master Jakes urine as well. It turned out that Master Jake was just as well endowed as his father. At bed time I was summoned to Master Gus's bedroom where I was tasked with getting Mistress wet for Master Gus to fuck her. It was a task I relished and longed to stay and watched when Master Gus fucked her, but I was told to go to me bed. Exhausted I headed for the kennels and my bed. The two dogs where in one stall so I grabbed the blankets from the other stalls and lay down to rest. I was immediately asleep due to being so exhausted. The next day Master Jake woke me my kicking me in the ribs. "Get breakfast ready," he ordered. Again after dressing I consulted the faggot book and prepared breakfast. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, syrup and coffee all served to my un-thanking captors in front on the television. Breakfast over, Master Gus and Jake went to work and Mistress sat watching television. I got on with my chores, this entailed the other rooms of the house and washing and ironing all their clothes. This was my life for the next few days, very little changed other than the fact that Master Jake got more and more anxious to "play," with me. He argued with his mother and his father. Finally on Friday morning as he left for work he snickered in my ear, "You're my little fuck toy tonight." I trembled at the cruel lusty look he shot me before leaving. Surely not, his parents had said no. I was hoping that this was still the case. This theory was shot down however after supper that night. "I'm out playing poker tonight; Jake is the man of the house." Master Jake grinned evilly at me. "Now remember what I said son, do not break her. If she can't walk tomorrow I will tan your hide!" "Yes Paw," he said sullenly, and then grinned at me. When I had finished serving supper I gathered up the plates and headed for the kitchen, Master Jake followed with a cat that got the cream grin on his face. Trying my best to ignore him I got on with washing the dishes. As I picked up a towel to dry the dishes his patience snapped "Don't waste time drying them just finish up and follow me," he ordered. I knew I would be in trouble with Master Gus for not finishing my chores, but I also knew that Master Jake would brook no refusal. I would have protested my innocence to Master Gus but knew that would be futile, I was resigned to the fact that I would be getting punished by Master Gus. I followed Master Jake up to his room, extremely worried as to what was going to happen. It turned out he lived in a little house along side the ranch house. He unlocked the three padlocks that barred the door and pushed me inside. What I saw inside his room made me tremble inside. The room was split into two halves; one half had a living/sleeping area which consisted of a bed and computer table. This area was a complete mess, pizza boxes food wrappers and clothes strewn everywhere. But it was not this area that drew my attention. The second half of the room was what can only be described as a dungeon area. There was a ST Andrews cross on the wall, a whipping horse and a padded bed from which hung leather straps. The walls had racks of bondage and torture equipment. Finally there was a rail of what looked to be fetish clothing; I could see rubber, leather and the even pink silk. The floor seemed to be rubber tiles with the odd stain which may have been blood, I shivered in fear. "Strip!" he ordered. As I took off the pink dungarees he moved to the dungeon area and selected what appeared to be a hot pink rubber cat suit. He draped this over the bondage table and then proceeded to rummage through a set of drawers finally producing a large tube on which it said "Bengay". I was not sure what this was but I was soon to find out. "Come here sissy," he demanded. I reluctantly moved to the table He produced a large red rubber ball gag and proceeded to ram it into my mouth before securing it tightly in place. "Bend over the table and keep still." He then snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and scooped a big blob of the Bengay from the tub. When the smell of it hit my nostrils I knew I was in trouble. It smelt something similar to "Deep Heat," a muscle rub we had in England. Grinning like a demon he approached me. He then slapped the cold goo into my bottom crack, rubbing it between my legs onto my cock and balls. The initial reaction was to flinch at the cold and then gradually it began to burn. I moaned around the gag which elicited a giggle from him. He then began to push his fingers into my puckered hole. I immediately bucked at the intrusion and the burning pain. "STILL SLUT...." he growled. "Or I will whip you bloody." I tried as best I could knowing he would make good on his promise. He then took another handful and began to work down my legs. Once he and reached my feet he then proceeded upwards. In the end I was covered from the neck downwards in a thick coating of Bengay. I wanted to scream at the pain but I could only groan around the gag. He picked up the rubber cat suit and gave it to me. "Put this on." I started at the feet and of course with the Bengay as lubricant easily slid the rubber up my legs as I was about to squeeze the rubber up over my bum Master Jake stopped me. "WAIT." I thought the pain in my bottom was bad but I was soon to know worse. Master Jake took what appeared to be a pen and dipped it in the Bengay. He then took hold of my pain shrivelled cock and pushed the pen into the hole. I jumped and tried to twist away but he held me firmly grinning into my pain filled eyes, eyes that were now streaming tears. "Finish getting dressed," he grinned. The pain in my cock was all but unbearable, I thought I was going to pass out but in a haze I managed to pull the suit on and he zipped up the back effectively sealing me in. The suit was open at the crotch front and back allowing access to my vulnerable private parts. I could feel the cruel intention of the suit straight away. As my body began to heat up, partly due to my exertions partly the Bengay, so the sweat reacted with the Bengay causing it to burn more! Master Jake ambled across room and slouched into a leather chair "I think my sissy slut is in the right place to worship me.....," he grinned. "Come here sissy and lick my feet!," he commanded kicking off his trainers to reveal grubby socks. I started forward. "CRAWL BITCH!" I immediately got on my hands and knees and crawled to him. As I approached his feet I caught the odour of unwashed sweaty feet. It was that bad it over masked the Bengay! Reaching down he unbuckled and removed the ball gag, I revelled in the removal of the gag but knew why it was being removed and therefore shivered, and to my horror there was a tingle in my groin! "Take off my socks with your teeth," he said rubbing his crotch absentmindedly. Carefully and reluctantly I pulled off the grubby socks. The feet revealed were black with dirt. "Now sissy I want them spotless, use your tongue." I groaned but there was definitely life stirring in my cock, it grew even harder at that humiliation. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick, the taste was foul but I persevered. First the soul of his left foot, then up between the toes, this was by far the worst point and I now dreaded the right foot. By the time I had finished the left foot my mouth was caked and gritty I had wretched throughout the task but fortunately there was very little in my stomach to bring up, I was not sure if I had enough saliva to clean his right foot. As if reading my thoughts he spoke, I noticed his voice was hoarse with lust. "Open wide tongue out." He spat several times onto my waiting tongue and after swallowing I said, "Thank you Master Jake." He grinned at me and pushed his right foot into my face. I commenced cleaning his foot and slowly I became accustomed to both the taste and the constant burning. To my humiliation my cock stayed hard and even leaked a little pre-cum, something that did not go unnoticed by Master Jake. "Seems like sissy is enjoying herself," he said getting to his feet. "Over here," he commanded pointing at a set of stocks that were bolted to the floor. I crawled over and placed my head and hands in the holes. Master Jake snapped the stocks closed effectively fixing me in a kneeling position. He then picked up what appeared to be a hose with a large dildo at the end. Without ceremony he pushed it into my puckered hole and seconds later I felt cold water gushing into my bowels. This had two effects, it distributed the Bengay further into my bowels burning as it went; it also doubled the effects of the Bengay as water always does. I groaned in pain and my throbbing erection subsided. Soon however I was less worried about the burning and more of the fact that my insides were going to burst, I had that much water in me. I had so much inside me that my belly was almost brushing against the floor even though I was on my knees. Master Jake stopped the flow and I breathed a sigh of relief, but this was short lived as the cramps began. All the pressure simply wanted to be relieved. With the skill of someone having done this before Master Jake swapped the dildo for an inflatable butt plug which his pumped to a painful size. He then let me out of the stocks. "Back to being a tiny little faggot," he noted, grinning at my pain shrivelled cock "Let's see if we can wake it up again....," He mused "Over the horse," he ordered As I moved to the horse I waddled, looking down at my belly that was distended like a pregnant woman, the cramps almost doubling me over in pain. I gingerly positioned myself over the horse and he then sadistically bound me at wrists, elbows, chest, waist, knees and ankles. Each strap was pulled bruisingly tight. The worse part being my waist strap, because this had the effect of pushing my swollen belly painfully into the horse. He then came around the front and fitted a neck brace, massive ball gag and gas mask. The neck brace seemed to be so that I could see my pitiful reflection in the mirror facing the horse. Of my face all I could see was my frightened eyes! The rest of my body in the shocking pink rubber was a bondage fetishists dream and predictably my cock began to twitch at the sight. Master Jake attached tubes to the air holes of the gas mask and with a wicked grin crimped them closed. After a few seconds I ran out of air, I gasped trying to get oxygen from somewhere, anywhere! I began to writhe in my bonds, if I had not been tied so tightly I would have bucked right off the horse. Finally I started to see stars and black out. As if on cue Master Jake let go of the tubes and I sucked in exquisite oxygen, I sucked in air until the straps around my chest creaked. As I was calming down Master Jake pulled what appeared to be a demijohn full of a brown liquid into view, I watched with curiosity and a little apprehension as he pushed my breathing tubes into the jar. When I next breathed in I was nearly overcome by the fetid sewer stench, again I bucked in my bonds but there was nothing I could do, in the end I resorted to shallow sniffs, this was a mistake! Master Jake noticed what I was doing and reached across to pinch the tubes again. I saw my eyes open wide in the mirror as again I was deprived of oxygen to the edge of blacking out. This time however when he let go my lungs were filled with the fetid odour and I gratefully sucked it in! "Now since you have been a bad sissy and got hard without permission I think you should be punished." I would have relished that statement normally but I was not sure to what depths he would be taking me in punishment. As it turned out it was simply a wide leather belt. He did however wield it with brutal ferocity. I knew had the strokes been delivered onto bare skin I would have been a bloody mess, as it was the rubber stopped that but not the pain. After twenty strokes with the Bengay, enema and thrashing I finally succumbed to unconsciousness. I awoke to the strong scent of smelling salts "Sleeping on the job, you are lucky dad wont let me really hurt you!," he spat He put the tubes back into the jar and I returned to the world of fetid oxygen, burning cramps and a painfully throbbing bottom. I felt Master Jake fiddling with the butt plug and then it was gone! If I had not had the ball gag in I would have screamed my relief. The expelling of such a vast amount of liquid was almost as painful as retaining it. Spasm after painful spasm wracked my body; I dribbled around the ball gag filling the gas mask with my saliva and collapsed in a heap. Master Jake had obviously caught my enema in a bucked because he placed it on the floor alongside the demijohn "Fresh sissy juice," he grinned I realised then I had been subject to the enema of one of his previous sissy victims! "Time for my pleasure," he grunted. I looked into the mirror and saw him step up behind me. Again without preamble he thrust his cock into me. He was almost as big as Master Gus and to my utter humiliation I felt my tiny cock getting hard. He grinned at me in the mirror "Ahhhh! A tight sissy ass and the tingle of Bengay!...love it!." I realised he was revelling in the sting of Bengay that filled my sissy pussy! This and his totally domination of this pathetic sissy drove him to a quick climax. He bellowed his climax and then filled me with a large wad of cum. Pulling out he wondered to his bed and collapsed on it. I was left with the last spasms of the enema wracking my body, his cum leaking from my battered sissy pussy. It was shear exhaustion that provided sleep because my body was a world of pain. I was awakened in the early morning by him untying me "Get dressed.....I'm going to work," is all he said I had to struggle out of the rubber suit and make my way outside where I used the cold hose pipe to rinse myself down. This again reactivated the Bengay so I knew I was in for a painful day! I struggled through the day and the next but by Wednesday of the following week I realised I could not stand another session with Master Jake. Since I was able to do my duties the Saturday after Master Gus said he could play with me again this Friday. My heart dropped at the prospect and that night I decided I had to escape!