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Best Halloween Ever - part 3
By strangefun
WARNING: This story contains extremely graphical depictions of sex,
sexual abuse and humiliation.
I awoke to the sound of a door bell. I took me a few seconds to regain
connection with the reality, and suddenly, the answers to the questions
like "where am I", "why am I dressed and what am I wearing", "why am I
stuck to the sheets", "why are my lips and eyelids stuck together", "why
am I wet" and "what's that smell?" flooded into my mind.
I am in the Alex's place. In the Alex's bed. With Alex.
I am dressed in a hot pink maid outfit, corset, stockings, gloves and
high heels - all locked on me and I have no key.
I am stuck to the sheets and my eyes and mouth are crusted over with
dried cum and piss.
I am wet, because, apparently, I pissed myself during the night.
And all of that explains the smell.
The doorbell rang again, and I started to get up peeling my eyelids open
with my still gloved fingers and peeling the bed sheets off my body. When
I finally got my eyes open, the first thing I saw was Alex, still dressed
as Alice-in-Wonderland after a gangbang. His wig was matted and coved in
dry sperm with hair stuck to the face, which kept most of its waterproof
makeup with addition of dried cum and piss. His dress was a same mess,
with a big wet spot around his groin area. Dirty knees stuck through
ripped dirty stockings, scuffed red glitter high heels still locked on
dainty feet. He was looking me over with the same look of bewilderment,
his eyes and mouth open just as wide as mine, and, suddenly, we both
rusted in a fit of hysterical laughter. We were pointing at each other,
peeling off ruined bed sheets and wig hair and just laughing. Until the
doorbell rang for the third time.
We looked at each other, now silent. Then, shrugging her shoulders, Alex
got off the bed and showing his bare ass under her almost non-existing on
the back skirt, started to click-clack towards the front door. I got up
and followed, mixing the sound of our heels with the gentle chiming of my
bells.
Alex looked through the peephole, and opened the door. On the doorstep in
the bright daylight, I saw mine and Alex's bosses, standing next to a
couple of boxes. When they saw us, they froze for a moment with their
jaws on the floor, than began to laugh just as hysterically, as we did a
moment ago. I felt a needle of shame prick me, and started to get
aroused. A saw Alex fold her hands over his wet crotch, and realized that
he was getting a hard-on as well.
"Wow, you girls REALLY had fun yesterday!" my boss exclaimed. "We
followed you from the distance, you two are the pros! Do you even
remember, how many cocks you've sucked?" We both shook our heads, turning
bright red and looking down. "All right, girls, these are for you" - she
pointed at the boxes, one labeled "Alice" and the other "Pinky". "See you
Monday!" "Wait!" - The other boss grabbed us both by our sleeves and
dragged us out on the porch into the blinding sunlight - "We've got to
take some pics, the girls at the office have got to see this!"
Alex and I stood together in the broad daylight, exposed to the whole
street (thankfully, no one was in the immediate vicinity) while two women
took loads of pic and vids of our ravaged forms. "Why are you wet, did
you pee yourselves?" my boss asked walking around us videotaping. We both
nodded, and they laughed. "Put your arms to your sides, what are hiding
there?" Reluctantly, we removed our hands from our crotches and stood,
sobbing, ashamed of our skirts, tenting fiercely in front of us. More
laughter and pictures, than, with "carry on, girls", they turned around
and left, laughing and discussing how the girls at the office will "love
these pics".
We hurriedly returned to the apartment, taking the boxes with us. Upon
opening them, we saw our old clothes and belongings in the bag with the
envelope on top. We opened the envelopes and began reading.
"Dear Pinky" said mine "Thank you for participating in our company
activity, you have proven yourself a great team player in addition to the
wonderful work you already have been doing. We would like to extend and
offer for a permanent on-staff position, salary and other compensation
negotiable. If you accept, please open the second box and follow the
enclosed instructions"
Today's date. Signature. Alex and I looked at each other and, throwing
aside the bags with our old clothes, pulled out our boxes, eagerly
opening the lids.
Another envelope - aside. Beneath it - white corset with garters, white
stockings, all in beautiful shiny white satin and lace. I was holding the
beautiful frillies, feeling them, smelling them, kissing them, with tears
in my eyes, glancing at Alice, caressing her set of lingerie in jet
black.
Below it - a flash color that always had me weak in the knees. I pulled
out a woman's business suit in hot pink, not as loud as the dress I was
still wearing, but still - hot pink! And it was beautiful, with a short
pencil skirt, frilly, white, almost transparent blouse with high neck,
smart jacket with long sleeves. I looked up at Alex, and saw him holding
the same type of suit, only in red. Below, in another box, a pair of
beautiful four-inch spike heel round toe pumps in the same pink color as
the suit (red for Alex) with the now familiar locking ankle strap. In
another box, a shoulder-length blonde wig (Alex's was brunette). Small
color-matching purse with the spaghetti strap, pre-loaded with small
mirror, lipstick, eye shadow, mascara and a few condoms (blush). And yet,
in another box - a beautiful stainless steel butt plug decorated with a
large hot pink crystal covering the external part. I looked up at Alice
and saw her holding hers - with clear white crystal. We were sitting
giggling on the floor in the living room like two kids opening the
Christmas presents - only it was so much better!
There was still one more box. We both opened ours and gasped - a hot-pink
plastic chastity cage with a small pink heart-shaped opened and taped
lock. No key. I looked up and saw Alex holding the same one in red. We
looked at each other and blushed.
The box was finally empty. We went back to the envelopes, and found the
keys to our locks. The instructions were simple - dress in the uniforms
provided, put on the chastity device and the plug, apply locks and show
up in the office at nine in the morning.
We were sitting on the floor, sticking to it in our filthy, cum- and
piss-stained whore outfits and shoes that we were unable to remove until
now. I took Alice's dirty throat-fuck-me-all-night high heel pumps on my
lap and looked at her. She handed me her keys with the smile and I undid
her left shoe, slowly pulling it off her foot, revealing beautifully-
shaped foot with bright-red toenails, wrapped in damp smelly stocking.
Alice started to sob as I massaged and kissed her exhausted toes,
inhaling the aroma of her feet mixed with the pungent smells of our
yesterday's degradation. I unlocked and removed a second beautifully
torturous shoe, and, with her now fully crying, massaged and kissed her
beautiful toes, feet, ankles... calves, knees, thighs, crotch...
Her weenie was trying to push through the tight panties that held it
tucked back between her legs and her testies pushed inside, just like
mine. She was leaking and her panties were wet, and I kissed that
wetness, inhaling her aroma, feeling it twitch against my lips and the
tight fabric of the confining garment. I pulled the panties down, and
her freed clit sprang forward hitting me on my lips, which pated on their
own and wrapped themselves around the soft, warm, sticky head.
She now stopped crying and just laid on the floor with her eyes closed
and lips quivering, breathing heavily, every touch eliciting the soft
girly moans, cries and gasps. I kept playing with her clit in my mouth,
caressing it with my lips and tongue, and in a minute was rewarded with
her girlish cum scream and a full mouth of her creamy cum. I was savoring
the taste, when I heard Alice whisper "Don't swallow" so I obediently
kept is slushing in my mouth and continued undressing her.
I unhooked the garters and peeled the crusty and ripped stockings off her
legs one by one, caressing and kissing them with my slimy lips along the
way. I unlocked and removed her wrist cuffs followed by the dirty gloves.
With gentle urging I got her on her knees and unlocked the dress collar,
freeing the zipper. I undid the zipper and with some effort peeled the
crusty dress off her hairless body and huge fake breasts down to her
knees, exposing her shoulders, chest, narrow waist, cinched by a corset
and a cute boyish butt, which I could not help but to caress, eliciting
from her a soft moan. Next, came the corset's laces, which expended at
least six inches before there was any slack. I gently pulled her up to
her feet (I've notices the she stood lifting the heels of her feet off
the floor, like she was not able to put them down)
Standing up in front of her in my heels on my tired legs, I removed the
last thing that was left to be removed - her matted, smelling, crusty
wig, which has become somewhat glued to her hair with all the dried-up
cum. Alice was now standing in front of me naked, still wearing her huge
fake breasts and waterproof makeup. And even though her painfully erect
clitty was again raised at the fullest attention possible, she was Alice,
not Alex. I lead her to the bathroom, with her walking on the balls of
her feet still unable to put her heels down, and the sound of my heels
and bells echoing in the corridor. I drew her hot bath with some bath
oils I found, and she sunk in with a whimper. I almost felt her pleasure
just looking at her. She dunked her head washing all the filth off her
face and hair, than started to wash her body in the most censual manner,
teasing me. I just watched, sitting on the floor next to the tub, still
fully dressed and locked in my soiled sissy slut attire, my mouth still
full of her cum, the steam bringing all the yesterday's stench in my
clothes and on my body to its full original potential.
Alice, now clean and happy, sitting in the sweet-smelling bath, sniffed
the air and looked at me, kneeling by the bathtub, quizzically. "You
stink. Bring me your keys" she ordered. I obediently walked back to the
living room and retrieved the keys to my locks. Coming back to the
bathroom, I kneeled by the tub and handed her the keys. "Do you want me
to let you out?" Alice asked, looking into my eyes. Mt feet were cramping
in those beautiful, tight, strict heels, my knees hurting, my clothes
stank, my head and body itched, the crust on my face was turning back
into the slime in the hot, humid bathroom, and I should've screamed "YES,
LET ME OUT OF THIS", but, bewilderedly even to myself, I shook my head
"no". I just wanted to stay a sissy slut a little longer, I wanted to
extend this best Halloween ever for just a little more. Alice smiled
understandingly. "Go change the sheets" - Alice ordered - "than wait for
me on the balcony. You'll know what to do". With my mouth sull of cum, I
just curtsied as best as I could, and, followed by Alices laugh, went to
the bedroom. I changed the sheets and the wet bedding, which was much
more difficult to do than to say with my tired feet locked into those
torturous heels, then peeked out of the second floor balcony door - it
was pretty isolated, with other windows in the building at the oblique
angles, and stepped out into the open air.
There was only one thing to sit on there, and I looked at it with my
mouth open. It was a heavy iron lawn chair, with two pairs of cuffs
attached, one attached by the chain dangling below the seat, and one
behind the back of the chair, also attached to the steel grid. But that
was not what floored me: in the middle of the chair, securely attached to
the seat, was a large inflatable butt plug, with the pump bulb dangling
below. A huge red rubber ball gag and blindfold were resting on the chair
next to it.
I instantly got hard...er. Eagerly grabbing the gag, I forced it pass my
teeth into my cum-filled mouth and buckled it behind my head. Then I
stepped back into the room to grab some lubricant I saw on Alex's night
table. Pouring a generous amount on the tip of the plug and positioned
myself over it.
Getting it in took some effort, but after several minutes of moaning and
panting, I sat on the chair with the full weight of my body with the
tapered intruder deep inside me. I reached for the bulb and gave it a few
squeezes, feeling it expanding inside, until I brought it to the almost
uncomfortable point. Then I bent my knees until my ankles reached the
cuffs below the seat and ratcheted them shut, noting that they were
padded for some measure of comfort. Then, I've put on the blindfold and
throwing my elbows over the back of the chair, I found the cuffs and
locked around my wrists.
I was now sitting on the balcony that overlooked a park, dressed as I was
dressed, with a huge rubber ball stretching my jaws wide-open, cum
leaking out of the corners of my mouth, blindfolded, impaled on an
inflatable plug, which, I now realized, was pumped-up too greedily... With
my feet suspended below the chair, all the weight of my body now pressed
down on the plug, and I was squirming on top of it, trying to find a
comfortable position, and failing at it miserably.
After a while, the balcony door open and Alice walked out. I smelled her
clean, after-the-bath body, mixed with the pungent stink of my face,
hair, body and clothes, making me feel even more like a dirty (literally
and figuratively) sissy whore, cross-dressed and bound on somebody-else's
balcony.
"Wow, this is hot!" said Alice. "I spent so much time sitting like this
here, waiting 'till the ice melts so I can get the keys... Are you comfy?"
I shook my head "no". "Good" - she said - "let's see what else we can do"
I heard the sound of heels on the concrete, as she walked around me - I
so wanted to see what she was wearing - and I felt her hands on my abused
knees. She started to caress my legs through the dirty stockings moving
up towards my raging erection that was lifting up the hem of my skirt. I
felt her heavy fake breasts on my knees and her head lifting mine from
below, and, suddenly, the head on my clitty was engulfed by her not
mouth. I moaned in my gag in pleasure, and again in discomfort, as I felt
the plug inside me expand. "M-m, yummy!" - Alice cooed from my lap - "you
taste like a dirty slut!" Again, the hotness of her mouth on my joystick
and expanding pressure inside me, the gagged moans of pleasure and
discomfort, the sound of bells tinkling as I riled in this torturous
pleasure - and at the very moment when I was about to explode into her
mouth, she stepped back laughing at me, trashing on the chair in lust,
discomfort and frustration.
"I'm gonna get some sleep" - the words barely filtered through the haze
in my head - "don't go anywhere!" - and the sound of her heels and
laugher was cut off by the closing balcony door, leaving me hot and bound
on the balcony, painfully erect with no way to release myself, impaled on
the huge plug, inflated to the size of what felt like a football inside
of me, my cuffed feet suspended from the bottom of the chair and my hands
cuffed behind the chair's back, making me lean forward while pilling my
shoulders back. The huge gag in my mouth was making my jaws hurt, and the
worst of it, my aching erection screamed for attention but none was
coming for a while, making me go insane with horniness and desire for
release.
I knew that I was in the Alice's full view through the sliding glass door
of the balcony and I imagined her in her bed, playing with herself while
watching me squirming, locked and impaled in her place with no option for
release, and it made me even hotter. I imagined her cumming and heard the
familiar muted girlish scream from behind the balcony door, the same
scream I heard yesterday, when she was exploding into my mouth in the
back alley watched by cruel strangers, and just an hour ago, again
flooding my mouth with her cum.
She was now going to fall asleep, with a smile on her lips, watching me
squirming just like she did in my place so often, until her eyes close
and she drift away into the world of satisfaction and comfort, while I am
left choiceless in the world of denial, frustration, humiliation and
borderline torture. Would I want to switch places with her? Perhaps. But
not today, today I am exactly where I was placed, and my preferences did
not matter.
Sitting bound on the balcony chair, I felt my skin and clothes drying
under a gentle breeze back into a crust, tightening on my skin. I heard
the voices of the people and screams of the children playing in the park
just below me. It was a beautiful warm fall day, and people from the
apartment above us had a get-together, and someone was constantly on the
balcony just a few feet above me, smoking, chatting, drinking. When I
heard them walking out on the balcony, I had to remain perfectly still,
so the damned bells, jingling with my every movement, would not give me
away. If they would bend far enough over the railings, they will
definitely see me tied to the chair, gagged and blindfolded, dressed in
soiled whore outfit with my dick sticking obscenely out from the folds of
my skirt. Quite a sight, the one I would not mind seeing myself, but I
wanted to remain undiscovered. In my excited and paranoid state, I felt
like every burst of laughter I heard from upstairs was directed at me.
No matter how much I tried to remain quiet, it was difficult, giving my
situation, and occasional moan did escape my lips, stretched around the
large ball gag, filling my mouth with its bulk and strong rubber taste.
"She probably did not wash it after the last use" - I thought - "the plug
too... Damn!" the though made my subsiding erection jump back to its full
painful raging state. I moaned and flexed in frustration, making my bells
happily announce the suffering sissy to the world, and heard "What was
that?" just above me. Damn, I forgot about the people smoking on the
balcony above! I froze, hoping that they will dismiss the noise, and,
thankfully they did. I breathed the sigh of relief (jingle) and my
torture continued.
The evening has descended on a poor tortured sissy. The party upstairs
died down, and I was left to my suffering, shifting my body around what
felt like a football in my ass, trying to ease the strain building up in
my arms and legs and profusely drooling around the gag, wetting my dress
with my saliva mixed with Alice's cum. The fact of being completely
helpless, with no chance to escape, no option to ease my suffering and
total dependence on someone else to release me or keep me in this
tortured state for as long as they want, drove me wild. I always wanted
to experience it but never did until now, and if felt AMAZING! And very
exhausting... I was slowly losing the battle for comfort, giving up the
struggling and accepting the strain, pain, degradation and humiliation as
unavoidable and unchangeable reality. Quietly sobbing, I slumped in the
chair fully accepting my place at the bottom of the world.
The balcony door slid open, but I had no strength in me to react. The
sound of heels on the concrete. Gentle touch on my slimy cheek, wet with
tears and drool. "Pinky, I am so sorry, I fell asleep watching you!" She
kneeled in front of me, her heavy breasts once again resting on my knees.
"Let me make it up to you" - Once again, her soft caresses of my legs
brought my exhausted dicklet to the full attention. She wrapped her lips
around it and I moaned into the gag in pleasure. She expertly used her
lips and tongue to drive me to the edge of the orgasm and kept me there,
driving me mad, insane with the lust and unfulfilled desire to cum.
Anything, I would do anything, just let me cum, please let me cum, but
the cruel vixen's hot soft lips and tongue knew exactly when to pull back
and keep me on the edge of explosion. This was the most pleasurable
torture I could think of, and I wanted to never end just as much as I
wanted to come.
But Alice had other plans. Leaving me in the state of half-craized
arousal, she got up and unlocked my hands, helping me to fold them on my
lap - they were half asleep. Next - my feet, straightening them out. I
felt Alice fidgeting under the chair, and suddenly, the inflated butt
plug came undone from the chair, but still remained firmly implanted
inside of me. "C'mon, Pinky, get up, let's go inside" - Alice tugged on
my collar, which now, apparently, had a leash attached to it. I tried to
get up, but my legs would not obey, and I just slid down on the floor. A
few tugs on the leash, and I was crawling blindly on my hands and knees
back inside the apartment, still plugged, gagged and blindfolded. I felt
the plug's bulb dangling between my legs like a tail and imagined what I
looked like, crawling like an animal, drooling around a huge ball gag in
my mouth, the bells jingling with my every movement, short dress riding
up to my waist, fully exposing my butt with the base of the plug and the
tube with the pump hanging down between my legs like a tail. Damn, this
was hot. "Damn, you are hot" - said Alice - "stay!" I froze, listening to
the wonderful sound of her heels on the wooden floor. She came back and I
heard the clicks of the camera. "This is great!" - She beamed - "lift
your head!" - click, click - "stick out your butt!" - click, click, click
- "shake!" - click - "lift your left leg, like you're going to pee!" -
click, click - "now, beg!" I got up on my knees and started to beg with
Alice going shutter happy. "Now, play dead!" I collapsed on the floor,
panting.
Then, I heard loud hiss and felt the intruder in my poor butt shrinking
down to its original not-so-small size. Alice gently extracted it,
accompanied by my gagged moans. Next, she lifted my head and planted a
kiss on my lips, stretched around the ball gag, while unbuckling it and
then prying it out of my strained mouth. She left the blindfold on and
moved to my feet, placing them on her lap, just like I did hers earlier
today. I heard the click of the opening lock, and the beautifully sexy
vessel for my foot, that held it severely arched in its locked vice-like
grip for over a day now came off my left foot.
As it did, so did the tears - just like Alice, when I unlocked and took
off her damp and smelly heels, I started crying the moment my foot was
released from its prison - the pain in my cramped feet, the release from
the unyielding confinement, Alice's soft hands and lips wrapped around my
aching toes, all the humiliation, abuse, pain and the incredible joy of
the day passed have finally released the ever-so-tightly wound up spring
of the emotions, and I balled as Alice removed the other shoe, massaging
and kissing my feet and legs, moving up to my calves, knees, thighs... She
undid the garter clasps and peeled off my dirty and ripped stockings,
massaging my smooth and sticky legs.
Alice gently got me up on me knees, and unlocked my collar, freeing the
zipper of the dress. She removed the apron and unzipped the dress, slowly
peeling it off my shoulders, my giant silicon breasts securely glued to
my chest, past my hips, snagging on my painfully erect clitty. Next, my
waist cincher was undone and another wave of tears followed the relief of
my compressed waist. With gentle encouragement, I got op on my feet and
realized, just like Alice earlier, that I cannot bring my heels down to
the floor - I had to stand on the balls of my feet to avoid painful
stretching of my ligaments, compressed by the cruel heels for such a long
time. The tough that I will now have to wear heels to be able to walk
scared and excited me.
Standing in front of me, Alice removed the blindfold and peeled the
crusty wig off my head. I opened my eyes and saw Alice standing in front
of me in a very short yellow summer dress, tightly wrapped around her
figure and straining around her huge fake breasts, flouncy skirt
extending just below her butt, shiny sheer stay-up stockings beginning
just under the hem of the skirt and ending at the bright-red toes peeking
through the yellow strappy sandals with about three-inch heel. Her face
was still made up with the waterproof makeup, and her hair was brushed up
in a girly manner. She was sexy and beautiful, which I was ragingly
pointing out standing on my toes, dirty and naked, smelling like the
toilet in the whore house. With my glued-on fake breasts, bright pink
nails, whorish makeup and raging erection, I felt incredibly exposed in
front of this gorgeous boygirl. I blushed fiercly.
Smiling, Alice took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She drew me a hot
bath, and I gingerly lowered myself into the sweet-smelling water,
moaning with pleasure, feeling the waves of physical joy rolling through
my body. I dunked my head, washing all the filth off my head and face,
taking no small amount of pleasure in it, but feeling a bit sorry about
washing off the traces of my degradation. I've realized that I am
addicted to it, and from now on I'll be a dirty horny whore every chance
I get.
I was so exhausted that I was barely able to move. Alice helped me to
take a shower, than dried me off and led me to her bedroom. She tucked me
in, kissed me and whispered "I'll be on the balcony... Sweet dreams,
Pinky!" She placed a set of keys on the night table and walked sexily out
to the balcony, pushing in the gag and buckling it on the way. My
sleepiness instantly went away, and I watched in fascination through the
glass door as the lubed the plug sticking up from the chair and lifting
her short skirt so I can get a full view of her cute boyish butt (no
underwear, of course), started lowering herself on the glistening tip,
gyrating her hips, riding the plug in-and-out, fucking herself with it,
just like I did several hours ago, until she was finally fully impaled on
the shaft. Bending her legs under the chair until her ankles found the
dangling cuffs; she reached under the seat, locked her feet in, grabbed
the dangling pump, and started squeezing the bulb. I was watching in
fascination as her body squirmed, adjusting to the expanding intruder.
She finally stopped pumping, and pulling her blindfold down, locked her
wrists behind her and started to settle in her now inescapable bonds. I
had the keys, and I, and I alone now had full control over this sexy
horny slut, who, in front of me, bound herself to a metal chair, impaled
on a huge pumped-up plug, outside on the balcony in a warm autumn night.
My eyes were closing from the exhaustion, so I made an effort of setting
the alarm clock to go off in two hours and cuddled in the Alice's bed,
watching her bound form riding the plug in futile attempt to find
comfort, until me eyelids became too heavy and, finally, closed, cutting
off the outside world.
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