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By Peg Thebois
Ambrose had been scoping out the party for a while now, checking out all
the gorgeous girls and trying to decide which one he would try his luck
chatting up. After a while he set his mind on a certain redhead, she was
wearing a cropped shirt which showed off her belly button, too bad she
didn't have a navel piercing though Ambrose always thought chicks looked
hot with those. The skirt she was wearing barely qualified for that term
as it was so short that several times over the course of the evening he
got a glimpse of bright red fabric underneath it whenever she moved just
right.
He knew he would probably strike out with this girl, he always did, not
that he ever told his frat brothers he struck out. As far as they knew
he was always scoring the hotties they saw him chatting up, the trick to
convincing everyone you had banged a chick was to invent a detail, just a
little something that made it more believable, one chick might like it
doggie style, another might like to be handcuffed, maybe even anal,
Ambrose had used all of those 'facts' to get the brothers believing he
was a champion pickup artist. Part of him wondered what lie he would
make up about this girl, maybe in the course of conversation with her he
would come up with something that was close enough to her personality
that it would be all the more believable.
As he walked over to say hi she actually smiled, usually he could read
their thoughts on their face, "What is this scrawny dweeb coming up to me
for?" Instead she said, "I was wondering when you would stop watching me
from across the room and come over." Crap, she had seen him eyeballing
her; total creeper move dude, and this chick caught him at it.
"Sorry I wanted to make sure there wasn't a boyfriend in the picture. No
sense causing a fight when it isn't necessary. I'm Ambrose by the way."
"Shelly." With that sort of smooth recovery Ambrose was able to launch
into what was a fairl typical conversation. It was nothing stellar, he
certainly didn't feel like he was winning much in the way of points with
her, that was right up until she cut him off in mid-sentence. "Listen,
why don't we just cut the bullshit and go upstairs. It is pretty clear
you want to hook up so let's go, I'm sure we can find an unoccupied
room."
Ambrose hadn't been expecting this at all, After months of getting to
various degrees of not even close with numerous girls around the campus
he was finally going to score! And this chick was a major league 10! He
was so stunned Ambrose couldn't bring himself to say anything in case he
said the wrong thing so he just nodded. Shelly took him by the hand and
led him upstairs, she knocked on the first door at the top of the stairs
and there was no reply from within. "Hey before we go in how about we
take a selfie of the two of us?"
Ambrose shuddered inside; a selfie, really? Ah well, even if she was a
bit vapid, he was not about to blow his shot at cashing in his V-card
over a little thing like that, not that he would ever admit to being a
virgin at 24. "Sure thing," he mumbled.
"Aww, my phone is dead, how about we use yours, then I can text it to
myself. That way you'll have my number."
He wasn't sure he'd want to see the sort of girl who takes a selfie at a
party again but still she was so hot, and apparently into him, why not.
He unlocked his phone and opened the camera app. After taking the
picture Shelly grabbed the phone and pushed a few buttons as she opened
the door and let Ambrose into the darkened room beyond.
As Shelly closed the door Ambrose was feeling for the light switch when a
hand grabbed his wrist, and his other wrist. He made a small cry of
surprise but found another pair of hands grabbing him and stuffing
something hard and round in his mouth and securing it with straps around
his head. He tried to fight but there was clearly more than just Shelly
grabbing at him. The light came on and he was immediately thrown down on
the bed. Shelly lay down across his chest keeping him from sitting up,
or from getting a good look at who else was in the room.
While he may not have known who they were he did know what they were
doing as he felt his pants pulled off followed by his underwear. "Oh my
God, look at that tiny little thing." Ambrose murmured into the thing
that they had stuffed in his mouth but found while it seemed to be hollow
allowing him to breathe, or even stick his tongue out of his mouth,
closing his lips or speaking was impossible.
"There is no way I would waste mt time with that puny little thing, I
would just leave even hornier than I started." Shelly could barely
finish saying that before she burst out laughing. Ambrose had never
really felt self conscious about the size of his penis before; it was six
inches when hard, that was supposed to be average right?
"Well let's hide that useless little finger of skin,"one of the other
girls chimed in. Next Ambrose felt something being pulled up his legs,
they had to lift his ass and hips off the bed to get it in place but in
doing so it gave him a massive wedgie. Once that was in place he felt
the girls all let go of his legs and finally Shelly got up off his chest.
Ambrose sat up and stopped dead, he knew all the girls in the room. He
couldn't remember any of their names aside from Shelly but he remembered
their faces. These were all the girls he had claimed to have had sex
with over the last few months; there was anal girl, handcuff girl, doggie
style, and of course Shelly. Shelly was poking at his phone still. "Now
I know I said I was going to add my number to your phone but it seems I
got into the settings by mistake, I wasn't sure what Auto-lock was so I
turned it off." So that was why she could still access the phone even
though it should have locked itself in the time it took for them to strip
him of his pants.
Recalling the thing they had tugged up his legs he looked down at himself
to find his bulge now filling a lace covered pouch of black material that
looked like satin. Panties, and from the wedgie he was feeling they were
thong panties at that. Ambrose looked back to the girls mumbling into
his gag that they should give him back his pants and he was leaving but
as soon as he was looking at them he heard the click of the camera from
his phone.
"I had accidentally deleted the other picture but I think I like this one
even better." This was met by a round of giggles from the girls as
Ambrose reached behind his head and tried to undo the straps holding this
gag in his mouth. There was a buckle there which he couldn't manage
trying to operate it blindly behind his head. One of the girls grabbed
his arm and seeing the futility of fighting four girls further Ambrose
let her guide his hand back to his side, placing it on the bed.
"Can we get on with it now?" one of the other girls demanded.
"Yes, we don't have a lot of time, and people are bound to want to use
this room." Shelly set the phone down on the dresser beside her but made
sure to keep herself between it and Ambrose. "Now do you recognize my
friends here?" Ambrose nodded. "You've been claiming to have sex with
all of them, but you haven't, have you?" Ambrose shook his head. "If I
hadn't brought you up here tomorrow you would have still been saying you
had sex with me, wouldn't you?"
Ambrose knew this answer was going to get him in trouble but she had
clearly figured out his methods so he nodded again.
"Well you had your fun, so tonight we are going to have a little fun of
our own." The impatient one was speaking again, Ambrose was pretty sure
she was Doggie Style, or at least that was how he claimed she liked it.
Handcuffs went under the bed and pulled out a black plastic shopping bag,
She reached into it and pulled out a black dress that looked like
leather. "You are going to look so pretty in this."
Ambrose wanted to run, he wanted to get away but looking around he didn't
even see where the girls had put his pants, and he certainly wasn't about
to run out in just these thong panties the girls had put on him.
"Stand up," Doggie Style ordered him. Ambrose was going to have to play
along and hopefully once they got their laughs he could get his pants and
his phone back and sneak out of here. At least none of the other girls
had their phones out, the only pictures seemed to be taken on his, they
couldn't send the pictures to themselves without giving him their phone
numbers. Even if they deleted their information his cell carrier would
still be able to find out who had been texted.
They wrapped the dress around him, it seemed to zip up in the back, and
there were a couple straps with buckles that went around the waist,
pulling it tight against his stomach as they were buckled in the back.
As they fidgeted with securing him into this dress he took stock of it.
It was low cut in the chest but not strapless so he would have a hard
time just slipping out of it, those buckles in the middle of his back
would be even harder than the one securing his gag in place. The skirt
was short too, really short, it didn't even half cover his thighs. While
Handcuffs and Anal did him up in the back Doggie Style was standing
between him and the door and of course Shelly had his phone out again and
was taking a couple more pictures. "Hey girls, your faces are in shot."
Shelly warned and Ambrose felt them reposition themselves before Shelly
took the next picture, it looked like he wouldn't even have any pictures
with their faces to identify them from.
After they got him into the dress Anal went back to the bag, which looked
like it still had a couple things left in it, and produced a pair of
black high heeled shoes. The girls pushed Ambrose onto the bed so they
could jam his feet into the shoes and wind the straps around his ankles
before securing them with more buckles. Doggie Style left the door and
climbed onto the bed behind Ambrose. She reached around and grabbed him
by the jaw. "Now hold yourself very still."
Ambrose obeyed as Anal and Handcuffs were now brandishing make-up kits.
He let Doggie Style hold his face steady as they painted his eyelids with
a myriad of shades, and then even glued a set of huge fake eyelashes onto
him, while Shelly continued to document the process with occasional
photos.
After his eyes were done Handcuffs got up in his face. "You wouldn't
want anyone to walk in on you right now would you?" Ambrose shook his
head. "So when I undo your gag for a moment you aren't going to say
anything are you?" Again he shook his head. "Remember not one sound."
Ambrose had suspected why she wanted to ungag him and was disappointed to
find he was right when Anal raised a tube of ruby coloured lipstick to
his mouth. Showing him how to hold his mouth open while she painted his
lips. In this time he got a good look at the gag, it was simply a ring
of what looked like hard plastic attached to a pair of straps. Once his
lips were finished Anal picked up the ring gag. "Open wide." Ambrose
hesitated a moment, he really did not want that back in his mouth but
when Doggie Style's hand slipped from cupping his jaw to grabbing his
throat he thought better of his resistance and allowed himself to be
gagged again.
"Hey Ambrosia." Ambrose recognized Shelly's intent with the feminie
version of his name and looked to her. "Stick your tongue as far out of
that ring as you can." He certainly did not want to do that but what
else could he do, he'd already allowed himself to be dragged into this,
pun not intended. He found he could stick in out what felt like a long
way, but even looking down he could not see the lip of his tongue. The
click of the camera was another expected but unwelcome reminder of their
control over him. Shelly went back to the bag and pulled out something
else. She turned the front of the packaging to him and showed him a
female model sporting head of curly brown hair, the package described it
as 'Starlet Brunette Wig.' She removed the wig from its package and
handed it to Handcuffs who put it on him and fluffed it.
"Oh Ambrosia, aren't you so pretty?" she cooed. Ambrose shook his head,
he didn't want to be pretty, he didn't want to be here in this dress or
this make-up and certainly not this wig. He had just wanted to hook up
with a hot chick like Shelly and have a story to tell the guys. "No?
You don't think you're pretty? Hey 'Shelly', show him how pretty he is."
The way she had said Shelly's name Ambrose could literally hear the air
quotes in her inflection, clearly Shelly wasn't even her real name. But
real name or not she was holding his phone out so he could see the newest
photo of himself, like it or not he did look pretty. He looked kind of
like a real girl if you didn't look too close at his jawline, or at the
lack of breasts in his dress, but even recognizing himself as a guy he
looked like a pretty boy.
Rather than let himself sink in despair though Ambrose saw his
opportunity and grabbed the phone from Shelly's hand. Shelly was still
holding on though as the two tugged back and forth over the device.
Ambrose tried to get his thumb on the power button to close the phone, if
he could get to that they wouldn't be able to take any more pictures
because they would not have his password, and no matter what they
threatened no matter what they did to him there was no way he would give
it to them or unlock the phone himself, if only he could press the
button.
Anal and Handcuffs were grabbing at his arms trying to pull them free as
Doggie Style was trying to pull him backward away from Shelly, her hand
still locked around his throat. It was getting hard to breathe through
the girl's grip and Shelly seemed to have realized what Ambrose was going
for and hand her hand covering the top of the phone, there was no way he
would be able to press the button without getting the phone away from
her.
Ambrose was just starting to realize the futility of trying to wrestle
the phone away from four girls when Doggie Style decided to make use of
her other hand, not around his neck like the first one but it went
straight up his dress and grabbed a handful of his balls. When she
started to squeeze there all fight went out of him. "Ow, ow, ow, ow."
Even through his gag he could manage to make that sound.
"Let go of the phone," Shelly demanded and when he did not comply fast
enough she demanded again, "Let go." He let go and Handcuffs and Anal
let go of him as well leaving just Doggie Style with her grip on his
throat and his junk although she was not squeezing anymore, just holding
on.
Ambrose felt Doggie Style pressing against his back and heard her voice
right in his ear. "Have you been a bad girl?" He shook his head, even
dressed the way he was he was not about to refer to himself as a girl,
not even by proxy. The grip tightened around his balls, squeezing like
she was trying to wring the juice out of an orange. Ambrose couldn't
stop himself from crying out in pain but the ring gag muffled those to
intelligible noise. "Don't make me rip that tiny little thing off you.
Now I'll ask you again, have you been a bad girl?"
Seeing no other choice Ambrose nodded. The girls all squealed with
laughter for a moment. "Hang on, hang on." Shelly quieted them down.
She waved Doggie Style out of the way as she raised Ambrose's phone and
levelled it at him. "Hey Ambrosia, have you been a bad girl?" It didn't
take a genius to figure out she was filming him but he didn't really have
another option. He nodded. "Does the bad girl deserve a spanking?" He
shook his head, no spankings. He hadn't been spanked since he was six
years old. "No, well since you are a bad girl you have two choices, you
can either take your spanking like a bad girl or we can try to help you
be a better girl. Now I'll ask you again Ambrosia, does the bad girl
want a spanking?" He shook his head again, even something else, anything
else but not spanking. "So you want to learn to be a good girl?" He
didn't want that at all but it had to be better than getting a spanking,
so he nodded. "Well let's give you some girly practice, get up off the
bed."
Ambrose tried to stand but with everything else that had happened he had
forgotten about the high heels they had put on him. He lost his balance
as he stood and fell back on his ass on the bed. "Come on, get up, good
girls don't spend all their time on their backs." He put his hands on
the bed and managed to lift himself up into a standing position. "Now
show us how good a girl you can be, show us how well you walk in those
heels."
Ambrose hung his head. This was not going to be good. He struggled to
maintain his balance as he walked to the closet, taking a cue from the
fact that all four girls stood between him and the door. These shoes
were strange to walk in, the heels were so high and were needle thin, it
was like trying to walk on his tiptoes, which was not something he had
ever done before. After stumbling to the closet he turned around and
walked back toward Shelly who still had the camera on him. He didn't
imagine it looked very good, and he certainly didn't feel steady on his
feet. Once he got back to the bed he sat down again, he hoped that was
good enough for them.
The other girls all had their hands over their mouths stifling laughter,
but somehow Shelly maintained her composure, at least until she jabbed a
finger at the phone and lowered it. Then all four of them allowed
themselves a bout of wild laughter. "Oh Ambrosia." Handcuffs cackled.
"That was horrible!"
"Not a very good girl at all," Doggie Style agreed.
"Well if our Ambrosia isn't a good girl then I guess we were right to
begin with, she is a bad girl," Shelly concluded with a shrug. "Kneel on
the bed, eyes closed."
Ambrose turned on the bed and got up on his knees. He heard one of the
girls rustling with the plastic bag again. "Arms out in front of you."
Ambrose didn't recognize their voices enough to be sure who was talking,
but he was sure it wasn't Shelly. When he felt metal on his wrists he
realized who it was and what she had just done to him. Handcuffs.
He felt a shove in the middle of his back pushing him forward.
Instinctively he put his hands down to catch himself. "Stay just like
that Ambrosia." His mind was spinning as he felt the girls slip
something else over each of his feet. Something that they pulled tight
around his ankles. But there was something else that was bothering him,
something he couldn't place about his situation that made him even more
uncomfortable than the situation itself already did.
Even though he was still keeping his eyes closed Ambrose could hear the
regular click of his phones camera circling him, and he felt a few times
whatever it was that had been put over his feet tugged against him,
followed by a tug on the chain of the handcuffs they had put on him.
After just a little more of whatever they were doing he heard Shelly
speak again, "All right Ambrosia, you can open your eyes now."
His head was still hanging but he could see a rope was now looped around
the chain of his handcuffs which must have also been what they secured to
his ankles. He tugged on each rope in turn and found they were all
secure. There was even a rope running backward between his legs from his
cuffs he could only stay in this position on his hands and knees on the
bed, and at that moment it hit him, this was the position a woman would
be in while having sex doggie style!
"Well Ambrosia, I think we are pretty much done here, I think after
tonight we don't have to worry about you going around spreading rumours
about girls do we?" As she was talking Doggie Style had walked around to
the bedside table and turned on the lamp.
In response Handcuffs turned off the overhead light in the room leaving
only the much dimmer light source. "But as it happens there is someone
else spreading rumours tonight. There is someone downstairs right now,
talking about how he met this little freak of a girl who wanted to be
tied up and fucked by as many different men as possible, men she had
never even met before."
Anal was over by the bedside table now pulling the last item out of the
black back and putting a huge bottle of lubricant down. "She said she
didn't want to get pregnant but her ass and her mouth were fair game.
Shelly approached him, still poking at his phone. "Let's hope they don't
happen to look at the new photos that got uploaded from your phone to
your facebook tomorrow and recognize the 'girl' they fucked." As proof
she showed him the facebook application open on his phone and all the
pictures she had taken tonight, right there for everyone he knew to see.
Even the video of him trying to walk in those high heels. Shelly put the
phone down on the nightstand and the girls walked out of the room,
closing the door behind them.
Immediately Ambrose started frantically tugging on his bonds, looking for
one point of weakness. His feet seemed to be tied independently to the
two legs on that side of the bed, while he could move either leg more
toward the outside he could not move either toward the middle. The rope
that attached to the chains of his handcuffs was looped over the chain,
whatever knot held it closed was on the other end of the loop.
As he struggled he heard the door open. "Hey bro!" It was a guy! Not
someone he knew but still a guy.
Then another guy's voice, "Looks like what we heard was true."
The first voice sounded like your typical west coast accent, "I'll flip
you for it, heads I take the head, tails I get the tail." Ambrose tried
to plead with them but the ring gag in his mouth muffled that into a
wordless cry.
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