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A Changing Life Chapter 6 I put the phone to my ear, it was Donna "Leanne, about time too, what took you so long, I hope you were being a good girl? I take it that the carpet cleaner is still there with you?" "Yes Mistress," I lisped my hand shaking nervously listening to her. "I want to talk to him in a second, now concentrate, I've got two friends coming around for the BBQ tonight so make sure that you've made sufficient chopped salad. I want you to gently bake those salad potatoes too. If it is still warm this evening set the patio table out for the four of us, but prepare a back up in the dining room just in case. Open a couple of bottles of the red wine in the utility so that they can breath and put a couple of bottle of white wine in the freezer to chill down in time. Oh and put out some nibbles to start with, now run along and get the carpet man for me." "Yes mistress." I was feeling panicky, it wasn't the work that was a reasonable challenge, it was the unknown guests I would have to cope with. My maids act would be under close scrutiny and I feared embarrassment and further humiliation. All this was running through my mind as I rushed to the back door to call George, the carpet cleaner. "The doctor wants you." "What the hell does she want me to do now, it's a bit bloody late for anything big," he said grumbling and I noticed his boxers were tented and gapping as he slid past me his hand sliding over my bottom and making me jump as he headed for the kitchen phone. Hurriedly I refastened my top, found my sarong and got myself at least half decent. Picking up the card that George had left on the table I tucked it into the front of my bikini pants before starting to move things around the patio in preparation for her BBQ. George appeared through the kitchen door, he hadn't made any attempt to sort out his boxers, in fact they appeared to bulge more now than when he had passed me. "What's going on? What are you doing dressed Leanne? I thought we could have some more fun for a bit, I've got plenty of time now, she wanted me to stop what I was doing and make sure the place was straight for her visitors tonight, I can do that in no time, so I'm free for us to play a bit more." I looked at him a nervous tremble running through me and my stupid nipples hardening as I remembered him pinching them " She is having a BBQ tonight and she has given me al list of things to do to get everything ready for her sir," I lisped as innocently as my trembling voice could manage. He walked over to me adjusting himself as he did so, my heart was pounding now. He took my arm and pulled me against him. "I want to fuck you Leanne," he whispered against my ear. "You've got me all hot and I want to fuck you now girl." "I I cant sir, I cant, I got to get these things done for her sir, she will be very angry if I don't, it's more than my jobs worth," I babbled my heart rattling away at high speed, I can honestly say I was quite terrified now and disgusted with myself for letting another man touch me as he had. He must have listened and read my terrified tones as fear of Donna because he seemed to accept this. "Damn. - Pity, I know she can be a bit of a bugger with her orders, she expects me to drop everything and do what she says too, rather you than me working for her, I can tell you.," he released my arm and stood back " Oh well, I'll just have to tidy things up then, we can have our bit of fun when I come back to finish off the hall carpet, I'll make sure that I set the whole day aside so we'll have plenty of time," and he laughed rubbing himself through his boxers. "Don't forget that number girl, I'll give him a ring this evening to tell him about you." Then he turned and headed off to bring the dried mats back though into the house and clear up his things before leaving. The afternoon was a whirlwind of preparation, to such an extent that it was five o'clock before I realised that I hadn't changed back into my uniform. I rushed upstairs and hurriedly showered, then dressed knowing that they would be angry to see me still in a bikini. I felt strange as I always did dressed this way, yet somehow I felt more secure putting on the uniform, it made me feel more professional in a stupid way and able to deal with the evening ahead. I brushed my hair, it had grown down to my shoulders over the past months and I applied a touch of makeup as I had been shown. There, I thought, a quite insignificant appearance, no one would give me a second glance, a movement on the drive caught my eye and I looked out of my bedroom window to see Donna's dark blue car coming down to the house. This of course sent me into a state of panic, dashing downstairs to be ready to open the door to her. The door was open ready as she approached and I took a deep breath then tried to smile a welcome smile to her. "Good afternoon Mistress." I tried to be as formal as I could. "What the hell are you wearing? Who told you to put that on?" She kicked my feet out from under me straight away and I stood there blushing nervous and trembling. "Get upstairs, put on the uniform you came home in yesterday and take a clean pair of panties as similar as possible to those you wore, from your drawer. I will be up in a minute to sort you out." My heart leapt into my throat, oh god noo, not that uniform again, it was so revealing, basically made for teasing. It made me feel so humiliated so embarrassed and self conscious to have it on. I must have paused. "Shift now or there will be trouble." She was up close almost spitting in my face "Yss Mistress," I whispered and dashed off back to my room. By the time she arrived I had dressed as she had told me to, but she made me show her exactly what I had on, just to increase my humiliation. Then she had me redo my make up, I had to put on a pair of big hooped earrings and the make up was much stronger, blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick on my swollen lips. "Good that's much more like it," she said as I looked at the slut before me in the dressing table mirror. "Now just to make it easier for you and for you to relax a little this evening so that you are not so tense or offend our friends, I'm going to give you a little injection. Its in your own interest so you wont look stupid or cross when you are told to do things." She smiled a warm harmless smile and took a syringe out from a silver box she had brought into my room with her, it was full of a yellowish liquid. "All right Leanne, just bend over for me, this wont hurt a bit." Reluctantly, still nervous and very suspicious I bent over my bed, she lifted my skirt, pulling my panties down slightly and I felt a sharp prick in the left cheek of my bum. "Hold still now." It took her quite a few seconds to pump the liquid into my body and it made my bottom sting as she did it. "Good, now put yourself tidy." I pulled my panties back up and straightened my skirt to her satisfaction my head already beginning to feel a little muddled. She was smiling broadly now. "I'm just going to get changed, go downstairs and pour me out a nice glass of wine and bring it up to me in my room there's a good girl." The first words that popped into my head were "Yes Mistress." And I curtseyed to her with a half smile, inside my woolly head I wondered why I had done that so readily, but I found myself trotting downstairs on those heels as if I had always done it. I poured the wine into a thick stemmed glass that she favoured, red wine was her drink and I carefully carried it on a tray to her room, my old room, their room now. I knocked and she called me in, she was standing there in a mans t shirt and pants, "hold it for me a second." Then she proceeded to put on a pair of men's Bermuda shorts. "This is what men wear Leanne, men's clothes and you will never wear them again," and she laughed loudly "isn't that right girl?" I was blushing, inside I was hating every minute of it, my brain was screaming no, you fucking cow, it isn't right. "Yes mistress," I mumbled automatically "let me explain Leanne, I've done a lot of work on brain functions, the effect of mental stresses on the body and mental programming of prisoners. I did my thesis on brain washing and I have specialism's in drug induced thought patterns." I looked at her wondering where this was all leading to. "Your brain is split into two main areas, one that looks after your immediate now thoughts, emotions, feelings and reactions, the other is your main mind where your memories and the real you lies. The drug that I just gave you affects the immediate part of your brain, whilst leaving the other part untouched, what this does is effectively cause a conflict in your head, it will make you react and do things that the main part of your brain is telling you not to do. This causes a battle inside your head and the way I've programmed the drug the battle is about your sex." I looked at her aghast, she was smiling broadly now "I'm going to have so much fun fucking your head up, your precious wifey will never want to touch you again, Oh and by the way, the cocktail that I pumped into that cute bum of yours also included the same drug as the one Sandra used on you at the clinic, but it is slightly stronger, we will up the dose each time we give it to you so that you eventually become totally addicted to it. Of course this time we can have the joy of watching you battle with those sexy little feelings you get, right here," She was laughing again an open mouthed confident laugh tinged with a touch of madness that I had seen before. My god she is mad, I thought as fear clutched my heart, totally mad and deep inside me I began to feel a heat that I recognised, one that had made me loose control before and one that I just couldn't seem to stop my body being aroused by. Hazel's car returning saw me back downstairs to greet her, the sound of Donna's laughter still in my head. "Oooo, look at you hehe and how is our sexy little maid this afternoon?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm going to change, be a love and get me a nice cold glass of wine, I need it." She headed upstairs as I went into the kitchen, I knew she still loved me. Donna appeared by my side as I uncorked the bottle. "Our guests this evening both work at the clinic, your friend Sandra and the director Kohito Matta," I halted a fear gripping my insides "Sandra!," I squeaked. "Oh yes, it will be nice for your pretty wife to meet the woman who changed your body don't you think?" I felt slightly faint. "The fact is I want Sandra to get to know your wife quite well this evening." My heart was jumping now, I knew Sandra as a domineering sadistic lesbian, but then surely Hazel would just tell her where to get off if she tried anything and I relaxed a little again carrying on pouring Hazel's glass of wine out. Hazel walked past us in her a strappy top and short skirt "bring it out to me Leanne, I'm going to have half an hour on the sun lounger, oh and bring me a biscuit too," she smiled as she disappeared through the back door. I put the drink on the tray and got two water biscuits to go with it, picking up the tray I turned to go but, Donna stood in my way. "I think your pretty wife needs to relax for Sandra this evening, don't you?" I could see that evil glint in her eye and she reached out a phial of yellow liquid which she proceeded to pour into Hazel's glass. "Nooo, Noooooo, please you, you cant," I squeaked feeling terrified for my lovely wife. "Yess yess Leanne, NOW BRING IT TO HER." She spat the last command in my face and I felt myself being pushed through the back door. "Ahhh just what I need," Hazel purred gulping down half of it in one go to my complete horror "now when our guests are here you make sure you keep their glasses full and that they have everything they need, they are very important people from Donna's clinic and we have to make sure that they have a good evening." For the next hour, Donna got her BBQ going whilst Hazel relaxed in the sun, her spiked drink quickly disappearing to be replaced under Donna's strict supervision by another. I just rushed about doing what I was told to get things ready for their meal, it was around six thirty when I heard the doorbell ring making me freeze in a mixture of fear and apprehension. "Get along and answer the door," Donna said, she was obviously excited and unable to stop myself I went through the hallway to the front door taking a deep breath and repeating to myself over and over "just try to be nonchalant and professional nothing else..." My fingers paused trembling on the door handle and then taking another deep deep breath I opened it, it was Sandra. "Well how's my little sissy then, dressed for action I see." She laughed coarsely. "Good evening Mss," was all I managed to reply, my heart in my throat yet I felt an immediate heat in my groin as if my own fear was causing me to be aroused. She walked arrogantly past me "Have you been good since I last saw you?" "Y Ys Mss," I babbled. "I doubt it you little slut, I know how you led on Ishmael,I think you are gagging for it, aren't you?" "Noo, noo, Mss, umm Donna is in the garden waiting for you Miss." I shocked myself that I had successfully diverted her attention and felt like gesticulating at her back as she made her way through to the kitchen where Donna and Hazel made a big fuss of her with Donna making the introductions. "Get our guest a drink Leanne," Hazel said. "Red or white Sandra?" "Red for me darling, the colour of your lips." Hazel blushed then nodded to me and I rushed off to the kitchen. Large glass of wine poured swiftly, wishing I could pour rat poison in it, then delivered in my best wine waiter style in the centre of the silver tray. I needn't have bothered as apart from taking the glass I was totally ignored. Suits me, I thought, checking Hazel and Donna's half full glasses as I did so. The door bell awoke me from my act and a half glance from Donna sent me trotting off to the front door again, another deep breath, still my thumping heart, oh god how I was hating this and I opened the door. There stood a large slightly plump middle aged Japanese man, immaculately dressed in a pale green shirt and light chinos carrying a pristine red leather brief case. Before I could speak he began in a soft voice "Well look at you." He stepped in through the door. "You look like an orgasm on legs Richie." I was completely shocked and taken back by what he said and his use of my proper name. "no one would ever believe you are a man, such a turn on and if I'm not mistaken you are probably feeling hot and very aroused too right now aren't you?" I found myself nodding searching for my voice. "Yes my little concoction makes you feel good doesn't it boy." Again my eyes opened wider and all I could manage was a lisping whisper, "Yss Sir." "Yes there is plenty more where that came from, all different types to play with, I am sure we are going to have so much fun." I glanced at his bag "Shall I take your case sir," I blurted, trying to change the subject again. "No thank you Richie it is much to heavy for you, I'll just leave it here in the hallway until later, now where are the girls?" I followed him through the house trotting along behind him as he made his way out to the back garden. Donna and Sandra were overjoyed to see him, with much kissing of cheeks and fawning over him and his introduction to Hazel was courteous and friendly. His choice of wine was Rose which was strangely my favourite also, it was just as well I had chilled some ready. He behaved quite different to the way Sandra had however, when I arrived at his side with my silver tray and his single glass in the middle. "Thank you sweet boy," he breathed, his eyes magnified by his glasses, looking right into mine, making me feel quite strange. I spent the next hour rushing around topping up glasses and offering nibbles, both Hazel and Donna sipped their drinks gently but Sandra and Kohitto Mattu drank quickly and the more they drank, the more they touched me, him with soft barely felt touches on my bottom, her with pinches to my cheeks, both making me jump in their own ways, causing sniggers from everyone. The evening proceeded more or less like that, they ate out on the patio and I served them wine, replaced dishes, brought extra food and generally made sure they were all happy whilst enduring those little taunts and touches to everyone's continual amusement. Inside my body i was battling with my own gradually increasing sexual arousal and glancing at Hazel as I tried to keep it together and carry on with my serving, I noticed that she too seemed much more flushed, behaving far more suggestively than her usual quiet way. That fucking god damned awful drug I thought. At around about half past nine they finished eating and as the air was beginning to get a little chilled they decided to retire to the lounge to carry on their conversations whilst I cleared things up. It didn't take too long to feed the dishwasher with the dirty dishes, though i was feeling quite weak and tired now, all that was left were the BBQ utensils to soak in the utility sink whilst i washed the glasses by hand in the kitchen, then perhaps i would sneak off to my bed leaving them to their chatter. The kitchen door opened quietly and Kohitto Mattu came in. "Where's my sexy little boy? Still busy honey? What a good little maid you are," his Japanese accent was soft and melodic, gripping my arm in a surprisingly strong grip he turned me from the sink, my pink rubber gloves dripping with soap suds. "Aren't you going to talk to me sweetie?" I looked down at the floor nervously "Y Y Ys Sr," I mumbled. "I want you to give me a kiss Richie, I have been thinking about it all evening." My face was burning wishing that Hazel would come in, save me and take him away. "I'm washing up sr." "Richie let me remind you who I am, I have a controlling interest in the clinic where Sandra and Donna work, if i am unhappy, then they are in trouble and what do you think that will do for you Richie?" I looked at him nervously, he was obviously used to being obeyed. "now come and give me a nice boyish kiss." And he giggled. I couldn't see any way i could avoid this, it wasn't the first time I'd kissed a man in the last few days, but they all thought that i was a girl, at least i think they did, but this was different, he wanted to kiss me as an effeminate man. "Come on Richie I know you are feeling aroused, i know, i can tell, it's my drugs that are making you feel that way, Now Come and Kiss Me," the last words were louder and much more authoritative. Hating every second of it I steeled myself yet still praying someone would interrupt us, then I eventually leaned forward, going onto my tip toes to reach him, my lips barely brushing his. "Nice, sexy, ok now do it properly." I took a deep breath, a rush of blood to my shrivelled entrapped penis making me feel even more aroused, curse the drug, curse him and his drugs. In the lounge Hazel was trying to concentrate, she was quite wet and aroused for some crazy reason, the butch aggressive woman, Sandra, was sitting by her side on the couch, she didn't like her and she didn't like her being so close to her, but also she had this overwhelming desire to touch herself. "Where has Kohitto Mattu gone," she said to Donna, trying to take her mind off the sexual feelings bubbling inside her body. "He's probably in the kitchen with your maid," said Sandra crudely. Donna chuckled "evidently they met at the clinic when he was there, it seems that they really hmm..hit it off together!" "With that ugly fat man?" Hazel stared at them in shock "I don't think that Richie is like that and anyway he would never fancy him." "Of course he does Hazel love, i keep telling you, isn't that right Sandra?" "Oh yes definitely darling he is as gay as they come," Sandra agreed. "Why don't you go into the kitchen and see what is happening now darling, if you don't believe us," Donna smiled wickedly. Hazel did just that, she got up struggling slightly from the deep cushions and made her way through the hall to the kitchen door which she opened softly. With an inner disgust at myself once again i thought it best to get this over with so that he would leave me alone. I was right against him now, going right up on my tiptoes once again, i hadn't realised how tall he was, i put my hands against him to stabilise myself and i brought my lips to his opening them slightly, because i knew that, that was what he wanted me to do. His arms slid around me before i could react negatively and suddenly we were kissing, a deep passionate kiss, i closed my eyes, i felt as if my poor penis would explode in its' teasing prison between my legs. Opening my eyes slightly as his tongue filled my mouth, i caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, Hazel was standing there, her eyes wide in shocked surprise yet a flush of aroused hunger seemed to be going through her. "Well, this is where you are, why don't you....boys ... come into the lounge so we can all watch." Her voice was strident and she turned on her heel leaving the doors open behind her. "Hazel, Hazel," I squeaked, oh my god what had i done, but she just walked away. Kohitto Mattu kissed my forehead smiling, now there's a good boy, well we had better do what the lady says, i always think that's for the better don't you Richie?," Bring some wine with you too sweetie they are sure to need some more refreshment." And he followed her. With a worried frustration about what my wife had seen and that damn insatiable tingling in my sex, i loaded wine bottles onto the tray and brought them through into the lounge. The lights were dim, Sandra and Donna sat either side of Hazel on the couch, Donna was kissing Hazel and Sandra had her hand high on Hazel's thigh, they looked up as i arrived. "Ah the floor show is here," said Sandra, "Kohitto Mattu wants to show us what a sexy thing you are." Blushing deeply i topped up everyone's glasses, trying to ignore her words. ""Give him a kiss, like you did in the kitchen." Hazel was sipping her wine now her arousal completely evident in her body language "go on, go on we all want to watch you in action" I looked at her beseechingly. "I am sure you don't mind carrying on where we left off Richie." Kohittu Mattu's voice was soft and full of suggestion. "Your little prick is tingling with need, i can see it in your eyes." I heard them laugh as i wriggled in an embarrassed unease looking at him. The lights in the room seemed to grow dimmer, he drew me towards him, his hands on my bare arms, i had to look up at him now, somehow he seemed to be standing as he was head and shoulders above me. "I enjoyed your kiss before, now kiss me again sweetie, let me feel your lips against mine, let's help calm that throbbing in your groin hmmm?" his voice was warm, his smile seemingly soft and understanding. He was holding me closer still now his arms around me, i felt odd almost hypnotised by his voice, i could feel the warmth of his breath against my face. "Please," I started to whisper, but his lips found mine, gagging my words and suddenly the passion of his kiss was eating into me, my drugged body reacting to him against my will. I gasped as he stopped, then he began a series of hard short kisses each growing in an increasing sexual charge. I was losing control of myself, trembling as he plunged his tongue between my soft yielding lips, bruising them in his fervour. Suddenly i was aware that the elastic top of my dress had slipped, his hand was inside, his palm against my erect nipple. As he squeezed my left breast my grunts of rejection came out as soft moans through his kisses and it all seemed to spur him on. "Get his dress off, get his dress off," I heard voices somewhere in the distance, Kohittu Mattu spun me round in his arms, there was a light, that was blinding me as he held me tight with his left arm and unzipped my dress with his right hand. I was blinking, still trying to make sense of the voices, when my dress fell to the floor, the ruffled petticoat following after it Kohittu Mattu was kissing my neck now, from behind me, his hands over my breasts lifting them from the black quarter bra, his lips finding and sucking my ear sending spasms right through me. I felt the bra loosen and fall from me, freeing my breasts completely, springing upwards into his hands my nipples throbbing now, erect and tingling against his touch He caressed me like that, his hot hands over and over touching gripping pulling teasing, my heart pounding, my body filled with arousal my head back his lips raping my neck and my ear, my entrapped penis pulsing in its tiny prison. His left hand slid up under my chin, lifting me, tilting my head back further, my boobs jutting out as my back arched, he seemed to hold me like this for an eternity, time seemed to stand still as i stood there on my toes, then releasing me i had slumped to my knees gasping for breath unable to regain my self control. "Turn around and kiss me Richie." The words buzzed like a bee around my ear lobe, i was blinking, the light confused me, still on my knees weak and breathless i turned to face him. He was standing there naked his plump belly above me, his body quite hairless his penis erect in front of him just inches from my face. The voices somewhere in my head seemed to be chanting, "Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it." I looked up at him my breasts heaving madly, he was smiling that warm tender smile of encouragement yet not ptouching the deep black evil pools in his eyes, his hand began gently tweaking my nipples. "Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it," the voices continued, mesmerised, i moved closer and closer, the shining polished head of his manhood gleaming in the light, i puckered my lips, i couldn't stop myself, it touched me its' heat searing against them, i kissed the end of it, my lips opening slightly around it as i did. I felt a hand behind my head, my lips gently parted further opening wider and wider as he pulled me towards him, sliding over him as the gleaming satin mushroom slid into my mouth, i felt i was dribbling and involuntarily i sucked and as i tried to breath i swallowed my own saliva nervously, his hand was stronger now, pulling me further onto him. "Suck you little slut, suck my cock, suck it deep down," his voice trickled through my mind. "Suck, suck, suck, suck slut." And then i was sucking, sucking madly. My own arousal was suddenly immense, the passion and eroticism of this man's hot stiffness in my mouth causing me to suck with increasing fervour, deeper and deeper into my throat. His cock seemed to stiffen, like a rigid bar and he pulled it from me, popping as it pulled from my mouth. "Turn around my slut, his voice buzzed again, somewhere through the fog of my mind his hand were guiding me to face the light again, pushing me forward onto my hands and knees , his hands slipping round my dangling boobs, touching them, teasing my nipples, then sliding down my sides as i quivered and blinked into the spinning light. I felt as if my panties were slowly sliding down, a coolness spreading over my trembling bum. Then his hands were sliding up my sides again, i was quivering, slack jawed feeling his naked body against me, those long fingers trickling towards my boobs again. Suddenly i felt a heat, a wetness touching my inner thigh above my stocking tops, i must have gasped a realisation somewhere floating around in my befuddled brain. I felt his shiny wet head slipping between my cheeks, tickling, teasing me there, making me wriggle to its touch. "Look he can't wait, he's begging for it." The voices sounded familiar, they were all around me somehow. My breaths were short now, the heat the sensations and the complete teasing arousal of my entire body making me close my eyes. His rigid cock was touching my poor defenceless rose, pushing harder against me as i squirmed and whimpered, i felt myself opening up to his unstoppable force, a pain was growing..owww owwwww oh god owwww, yet it seemed to recede almost as quickly, it felt strange, uncomfortable but i heard someone groaning, then i felt his hips meet my bum as he impaled me on his male staff. His hands closed around my breasts, stroking towards my throbbing nipples, his fingers finding them and as he did so he began to slowly thrust into me. Gradually my groans, the discomfort fading and i was moaning louder and louder a shuddering squeal with every thrust from his cock into my belly. His fingers were gripping my nipples tightly now, pulling them down, making me wriggle and squeal louder still. His hips were hitting my bum in a quicker and quicker rhythm, his throbbing cock full and plunging. "I am going to fuck you so, so hard slut, fill your little ass so full of your masters seeds." His voice was loud and strident now, not soft and persuasive any more, his cock felt bigger than ever, stiffening hard. I was going over the top, a rushing waterfall was cascading inside my head, my trapped little penis was erupting in its tiny little plastic prison, my clear thin climax trickling down my legs. Her pulled back my hips as i sobbed in my climax and i felt a hot jet deep in my belly, squirting and squirting and squirting as he grunted holding me tight on his spasming manhood. Opening my eyes in exhaustion, the light was gone, to my tired distress I saw Hazel was naked between Donna and Sandra on the sofa, Sandra's hand was in her crotch, her fingers inside her, she was near to a climax, Donna's hands were over her breasts, her nipples dark and erect, she looked into my eyes as she came closer. Kohittu Mattu's hands closed around my sore breasts as if to prove his ownership of me, making me whimper again. I could see the scorn on her face as she licked her lips lavisciously then knowing i was watching she turned her head to kiss Donna as she came quivering against Sandra's stiff vibrating fingers. I sobbed then, a lead lump in my heart. Moving i felt him slip from me, then he stood and reached down pulling me to my feet. Holding my arm we went out of the door, my panties still halfway down my legs, he reached for his bag in the hallway as we passed, before steering me up the stairs. I tottered along ahead of him, wordless, feeling completely broken. On the landing he turned me towards the spare bedroom which was beside Hazel and Donna's, he opened the door pushing me inside, the double bed had been moved up against the wall adjoining their room and there on the bed covers lay a black lace film of material. "Put it on my little slut..." he whispered in my ear. "Your Master wants you dressed sexy for him tonight." And the door closed behind him. I removed my stockings and heels wordlessly, almost in a dream, leaving myself naked except for that small evil flesh coloured triangle in my groin. I picked up the sheer material from the bed, slipping on this, the most revealing baby doll nightie I had ever seen, I stood there weakly for him, every curve of my body accentuated to his leering eyes. He threw back the bed covers and indicated me in closest to the wall. Sliding in behind me he trapped me there, lying together his kisses all over me, his hands exploring, touching, tickling and pinching my most sensitive parts. Keeping me aroused and awake even though the weakness of exhaustion had entered my very soul, removing all ability for my brain to revolt against that what he was doing to me. Somewhere in the mush inside my head I heard women's voices and the door to the next bedroom opening and closing. I knew it was the women with my wife, but it all seemed like a dream. He was sucking my nipples, pulling on them hard with his lips and my body was reacting dominating my mind. He took me again then, his penis stiff as it entered me, making me gasp and his urgent rhythm as he gripped my thighs to him, plundering my rounded bottom, knowing that my drug confused brain would cause me to wriggle and moan as he made me cum to him and he filled me once more. Finally the tiredness claimed me and I drifted off to sleep unable to think anymore, a weird restless sleep in the arms of this horrible Japanese man who was slowly possessing my mind with his evilness. He awoke me, I don't know how long I had dosed, I tried unsuccessfully to clear the cotton wool from my brain. "Listen, listen, slut," he hissed. I held my breath, keeping deadly quiet. Next door I could hear a voice, a commanding voice, Donna? No it was Sandra, but another sound too, it was the unmistakable sound of my wife, Hazel, moaning and whimpering. "Thats your precious wife being taken by Sandra, listen to her moaning, now you've lost her for good, Sandra will fuck her senseless tonight, break her will, make her into a true lesbian slut, forever a sex slave for them to enjoy." "Nooo, nooo, they cant," I mumbled. He slid on top of me, his weight crushing me , forcing my legs apart as he lay between them. His kisses were rougher now, his hands pushing my knees upwards, I couldn't believe that his cock was erect again as he forced me to accept him in this most feminine way. Kissing and sucking my breasts, my neck and my bruised lips as he thrust deeply into me once again. I could hear my wife Hazel coming noisily over and over, her moaning louder and louder, her squeals and whimpers shattering the silence of the night as she slid further and further into an oblivious ever increasing, never ending sexual abyss. Tears stung my eyes as I felt my heart breaking inside. "Look into my eyes slut," he hissed his voice charged and violent. I peeped at him through my blur of tears. "She is gone forever, you are a man's plaything now." He was thrusting harder triumphantly. "You will only ever satisfy men you slut, you will crave a man's cock deep inside you, filing you." At each thrust he was speaking, painting a picture in my empty mind, my abused body becoming more and more aroused by his hard thrusting cock, my legs closing around his back, my ankles crossing gripping him tightly to me, I was panting, emotions stripped bare by him. "You are my sex slave now slut, say it, SAY IT." I was close to cumming but he slowed to his words. I wriggled and gasped a desperate craving for that release again "Yss, ysss," I whimpered. "SAY IT, SAY IT slut SAY IT" "I'm your sex slave," I whimpered, begging him to take me over that edge. His sloe black eyes shone evilly as he smiled, thrusting the full length of his rock hard cock into me, the hot spurts of his sperm sending me to an emotional hell. The next morning when I awoke, I had lost count of the number of times he had taken me, I was later to learn that he had taken several blue pills during the evening, the blue pills that I would come to hate so much. I climbed stiffly over his sleeping fat form, my body aching from the nights abuse, the filmy nightie stiff and stained with his semen making me feel like a common whore. I limped to the toilet and showered painfully, glad of the warm water, trying to wash his smell and sweat off me. I got out eventually and dried myself before standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself, to all extents and purposes I saw a woman standing there, the hateful plastic triangle hardly visible unless you knew what to look for, concealing what little masculinity my body still possessed. I should have cried and sobbed in my hate and frustration, but I didn't, instead I just looked at myself, my brain empty, hardly registering emotions anymore and I watched myself automatically rubbing body lotion into my own rounded hips, up over my own pert breasts. Just as I used to watch my wife's smiling administrations to her body. I went to my own room and dressed, the clothes making me feel strangely aroused again as I put on the panties, bra and stockings, all tickling and teasing my over sensitive skin. Even the hem of my uniform dress as it caressed my upper thighs, strangely giving me sensations, I hadn't felt when wearing them before. Downstairs I quietly went about my duties, an automaton, cleaning and tidying after the night before. Picking up discarded clothing and bringing them to the laundry room, until the house was straight again. My mind was on my work, my brain void of thought, only the feeling of the clothes that I wore on my tingling skin bringing fleeting smiles to my lips as I found myself wriggling at the gentle sexual buzz they were giving me. Donna's cruel voice from upstairs pulled me together, making my heart pound, the coldness of fear awakening within me. She was calling for tea and with trembling hands I took four cups from the cupboard and hurried to prepare it.