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One of Us - Part II (WARNING: RAPE ALERT) - The Afternoon the Day After
I woke up with a tremendous headache and a horribly dry mouth. It was
pitch black. I tried to get up and realized I was laying on my stomach.
I never sleep on my stomach. Trying to get up, I found my legs and my
arms were both restrained somehow. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I
was still dreaming but that was impossible. After wriggling proved
useless, I realized I was being held prisoner but why? Who would
possibly want to do such a thing? How did I get here? How long would I
be kept in darkness?
My heart started racing as no answers were forthcoming. I felt a lip
with my tongue and thought to thank God that I wasn't gagged. I started
moving my head toward my arm restraint but couldn't get close. I was
trying to flex and see if there was another way I could wriggle. Stuck
again. I began to get scared. Why truss me unless someone wanted to
rape me? I thought about my father who had tied me up and taken my
virgin back door when I was 8, but of course, I hadn't seen or heard of
him in years. How could he find me? Why would he do this? He wouldn't,
but who would?
Finally, I remembered I was at a party at Amelia's and couldn't recall
leaving. Would Amelia invite me to a friendly party, then drug me, then
hold me prisoner? Until six or seven months ago, I wouldn't have put
anything past her. But why now? It didn't make sense but if not her,
who? It could just be a maniac. I was very scared and confused.
Suddenly, a voice rang out. It was low-pitched and I couldn't tell if it
belonged to a male or female. "Hey Doc, I think Dolly's waking up!"
Where had I heard that voice?
Then I heard the growl from the "bad Ol' Days" back again. There was no
mistake. "Doc" was Dr. Amelia Lippincott, all right. She was behind
this.
"It's about freaking time!" She turned on a bank of track lighting. It
blinded me as I couldn't shield my eyes.
"Hey, Corky, prop some" pillows under her chin and give her a glass of
water. She must be dry as sh*t and we've got a busy day planned for
her!" Corky, of course, was the other voice.
Obviously, this was no accident. Even as foggy as my brain was, I
realized Amelia had set me up for some type of trap. Corky brought the
water and poured it awkwardly into my mouth spilling some but most of it
hit the target. I swallowed greedily.
Amelia softened her voice. "Is that better, Dolly?"
I managed to blurt out a hoarse, "Yes."
I'm not surprised you're dry. You've slept through the entire morning and
most of the afternoon. I've got something just for you."
I felt something being pulled down to just below my knees. Then I heard a
loud swat, the sound of wood hitting flesh - my flesh - my left butt
cheek to be exact. Then I wasn't thinking at all. I was wailing.
"YOWCH!" Then another, "OW!" By the third swat, I stopped yelping but I
could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. I couldn't think or move,
just react.
Amelia laughed uproariously and paused for a moment, chuckling, "I could
say this is hurting me more than it's hurting you, Dolly - but I'd be
lying." Then a fourth crack came, a bit harder than the first three.
She continued, "I'd like to stop here now that you're one of us but Corky
said I'd better give you at least 10 swats to make sure you.ve learned
your lesson." The fifth swat was harder still and I screamed again.
Amelia warned, "Stop it, sweet thing, or I'll have to put a gag in your
mouth." I nodded, then braced myself from the inside, mentally counting
along. I managed to choke back any screams but not my tears which were
now flowing freely. Corky cam in front of me and dried them with
tissues. After the 10th swat, she stopped and I heard her sit down. My
head was still awhirl. Obviously, she was angry at me and was punishing
me but for what? And why Dolly? And Sweet Thing? And She? What did she
mean by "One of Us?" It would be a few minutes before Id find out.
Amelia's cell phone rang and she left the room.
The next move was Corky's. She brought over some more water and tilted
the glass above my mouth just enough so I could swallow. I asked her
what was going on. She smiled, shook her head and pointed toward the
door. Obviously, Amelia was going to be the one to tell me. But from
her easy mood, I relaxed a bit. It felt a lot that they weren't looking
to kill me or harm me, just to teach me a lesson and have fun with me.
Why, I still couldn't comprehend and now that the throbbing on my butt
was starting to subside just a bit, my headache was rushing back.
Corky grabbed a stool and positioned herself on the edge closest to me so
that my lips were facing hers - her vaginal lips. "Hey, Dolly, you
passed out before you got to me. You've got three thumbs up for your
talented tongue already. Time to try for four." No wonder she had been
eager to get me water. Oh well, there was no sense antagonizing her and
it looked like I wasn't going to find out what was happening until Amelia
got back. They already knew that I enjoyed giving women oral sex and
since I was given no choice anyway, I might as well concentrate on the
task at hand. Then I got an idea.
"Corky, you know it's best when I can stick a couple of fingers inside
while I'm licking. Why don't you untie my wrists so I can do that for
you?" She took out a vibrator, and stuck it inside herself from a low
upward angle using her left hand. She laughed, "I don't think so - but
you can lick my mons while you're down there." Oh well, so much for
being clever.
I did the lips, then the mons, then glanced the side of the vibrator as I
got down below the hood of the clit to the shaft. Then up the shaft to
the hood. Then back again. I was actually amazed at how big her clit
is; it could almost pass for a small penis. Anyway, its size actually
made it easier to gently nibble without hurting her. Apparently, it
tickled a bit because she started to giggle. Soon the giggling turned
into moans of pleasure. I saw her face writhe in ecstasy, then
straighten up. I thought I had heard footsteps.
Amelia was back - and with another woman in tow. She asked if I
remembered Kayla, I shook my head. Kayla smiled, "No worries dear. You
were very busy last night, truly the belle of the ball." Unlike Amelia
and Corky, Kayla wore make-up and was very feminine in appearance. Her
smile was engaging and her hair voluminous. She was also very tall.
Before I could respond to Kayla, Amelia walked in front of me. She said,
"You look lost, Dolly. Let me explain a few things. When you were
Scott, you broke house rules with Leticia. I knew that penis was going
to get you in trouble sooner or later. Anyway, that's why I had to give
you that spanking. That's all in the past. Now that you're one of us, we
welcome you with love and will help you adjust."
I stammered, "I'm, I'm, uh, totally confused. Dolly? One of us?"
Amelia smiled, "You asked for a sex change operation last night so I
transformed my bedroom into an operating room and gave you a vagina
instead of a penis. So now, you're one of us and I've named you Dolly."
Only one thing to say, "Holy Shit. You are INSANE."
Amelia, "That's not nice. Let me refresh your memory. After we circled
around you to make you one of us, you really got into it, giving me,
Randi, and Astrid intense oral pleasure. Then you really opened up to
us. I think it's so sweet that you still keep a diary and have kept all
your diaries from when you were small. Then you told us you grew up
preferring dolls to guns and playing with girls to playing with boys.
Lynn, your sister, had a special bond that intensified after your Mom
died. I cried when you told us that your Dad raped both you and your
sister.
When she tried to protect you from him, you hit him with a lamp, cracking
his skull a bit but not killing him. After he got out of the hospital,
he took his stuff from the house and abandoned you. Lynn went to live
with an aunt, but you were put in foster care. It was traumatic. You
missed your sister so much you started wearing your foster mom's clothes
when she wasn't at home. You fantasized you were her. Eventually your
foster mother caught you and you lived with the state until you were 16,
then went to live with Lynn who was on her own now. Your sister taught
you how to keep your feelings inside and control yourself. She let you
wear panties when you wanted to, even got you some of your own.
But then, a few years later, Lynn was raped by someone she had met
casually and you no longer felt safe and relaxed wearing panties. You
just hated anything your mind considered sexual. Dolly, does all this
seem accurate so far? Isn't this what you went through? A traumatic
childhood, a hatred of penises, even you own. Am I making any of this up?
Isn't this why you jumped at my offer to make you a woman - to make you
one of us?"
That opened up the water works. I was exhausted and I was crying from
the vast recesses of my entire being. I nodded in agreement, totally
stunned and more confused than ever.
I was hoarse but slowly started to manage to speak, "I rambled that long,
gave everyone the whole story of my life?!? That's so unlike me. I'm so
sorry. I'd never burden anyone that way. I'm so... I'm so embarrassed.
I've only spoken about that with my psychotherapist and Lynn ... and you
know she's gone now. And I haven't seen Dr. Golub in about 7 years now.
Anyway, I'm sorry that I dumped all my shit on you during a party and...
Wait a minute, why am I apologizing to you? You've still got me tied up!
The hell with all this talk. I demand that you free me!"
Corky broke in, "Dolly, you're in no position to demand anything. Just
listen to Doc!"
Amelia responded as if on cue, "Dolly, you accepted my offer to make you
a woman - the woman you always wanted to be. I want you to understand
more about what that means. There's a lot more to lesbian sex than oral.
Let me illustrate." She gave me a soulful and full kiss on the lips,
exploring my mouth with her tongue. I was so shocked I couldn't resist
and didn't want to. It was moist and penetrating and very skilled. I've
never had the backs of my teeth made love to before but that's what it
felt like. After finally moving her lips, she placed butterfly kisses,
up and down my face, then licked behind my ears, kissed my neck, and went
back down to give me another soul kiss on the mouth. I was so
distracted, I didn't notice that my hips and pelvis were being rotated
from behind into an upward slanting arch and a pillow slid underneath. I
started to relax, getting the royal treatment from both ends - until I
felt something wet in my anus. I tried to scream but Amelia's tongue had
mine tamped down and she held the back of my head tight against her
mouth. I felt something penetrate my butt - a finger, sliding back and
forth in a gentle prodding motion. It wasn't attempting to penetrate
deeply. Meanwhile I could not breathe. Amelia broke contact and said,
"Just behave, Dolly, I promise you're going to enjoy this. Kayla didn't
come here to hurt you. '
I shouted, "Let me go!" I got a sock inserted in my mouth, then removed
after about 30 seconds.
Amelia said, "Just relax, Dolly. I'll fix a gag on your mouth if that's
what you want. Instead, I'm going to massage your neck and back while
Kayla works her magic."
Since I was weak and running out of resistance energy anyway, I went
limp. Kayla then lifted my legs then crouched forward. I felt
something. A dildo? It felt warmer than that. A penis? I thought it
could be. Was there a guy back there? Did Kayla have something special
between her legs? (I later learned it was the latter). And then, I felt
thrusting. Into my vagina apparently. It felt in me but not in me at the
same time. It was a weird feeling, then I felt it get harder and thicker
against my clit. This was no dildo. And I was certainly feeling
something against my clit and felt my clit stiffening but not lengthening
like my penis used to. But wow, it was intense. Kayla started moaning.
I heard myself follow with my own moans. I could swear that I came when
she did. I collapsed. Kayla came around to my face and kissed my lips
hard saying, "Thank you sweetie for letting me be your first! That was
fantastic!" I returned her infectious smile and passed out.
When I woke up, I was still tied up. The ecstasy had been replaced by
sadness, confusion, and anger. Who ae these people to think they have
the right to imprison me this way? Even if I asked her for a sex change.
Is it possible I did that? All 3 of them seem to have heard me ask for
it but still, it made no sense. Dear Lord, what could possibly be
happening? Could Amelia actually have given me a sex change operation in
her bedroom? In one night? Without anesthesia? I've never heard such a
thing. I didn't think it was that simple a procedure and knew it had to
be illegal to do it outside of a hospital.
Then there was an overpowering sensation, one I shouted as loud as I
could with what energy I could muster. "I HAD TO PEE! NOW!"
Amelia jumped in, "Okay Corky, untie her and grab her right arm. I'll do
the same on the left and let's help her to the bathroom."
A fleeting thought to try to escape was quickly overwhelmed by my urge.
Unsteadily, I wobbled to my feet, clad in furry pink slippers, and
managed to walk with them. As Amelia opened the door, she offered to
come in with me to help since I was still unaccustomed to my new
plumbing.
"Thanks, but I need to do this alone. And attempted to close the door
behind me."
She smiled and followed me in anyway saying softly and gently, "We girls
like to go in pairs." She giggled at that - the first time I could recall
hearing her giggle rather than snicker. No time to reflect, I all but
high jumped to the pot and sat down, and a stream came of hot pee rushed
out. Then it hit me that it felt different like it was warm around where
the pee was coming from and I couldn't feel air like I usually could
sense.
Amelia washed her hands then handed me a square, saying "you'll need this
to dry when you're done." It took what seemed like minutes but eventually
the stream slowed to a trickle, then stopped. So, I wiped and flushed.
Normally I feel a little spray back at the bottom of my ball sac when I
flush after peeing, but not this time. When I stood up, Amelia handed me
another square, so I looked down and wiped again. I could see a neatly
trimmed triangle and not much help and started feeling what felt like
vaginal lips leading to where I was feeling the top of what must now be
my clit. It was mind-blowing. Then Amelia gently yet firmly pulled my
arm away.
With a kind smile, Amelia said, "There will be time to explore soon
enough. First, you must have a million questions so we need to talk. So
wash up."
As I moved to the sink, I saw my face in the mirror. OMG! A Hallowe'en
quality Dolly Parton imitator was staring back at me, replete with the
blond hair, big eyes, heavy makeup - albeit a bit smeared and an enormous
chest. As if reading my mind, Amelia laughed, "No, the boobs aren't
real. Just breast forms. You'll get to decide your size when you're
ready."
When I'm ready? Curiouser and curiouser as Alice would say.
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