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Inspired by Throne I decided to write a series of short pieces, trying to
get a full scene or story across in just 1,000 words.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. She had invited me over to her place,
She had told me that she had noticed me watching her at school, and I
thought maybe She was interested in me too, I had thought wrong. In my
mind the word she was capitalised when referring to her, just like him is
capitalised when referring to God. Another car drove by me now honking
and hollering out the windows. No words this time just meaningless
noise. When I got to her house She invited me to use the pool, but I
hadn't known that was why She invited me over, I hadn't brought my
trunks. Why hadn't I brought my trunks, why had I even gone over? I
should have known better than to think She was interested in me, She was
gorgeous and rich, I am just a skinny loser.
Her suggesting we skinny dip since I had nothing to wear should have been
my first red flag, but for the opportunity to see the girl of my dreams
naked I ignored my better judgement. And it was everything I could have
imagined, her smooth curves glistening whenever She rose up above the
water. The vision of her sauntering towards me in the water is burned
into my memory. I think I will see it when I close my eyes at night; her
eyes seductively lidded, her finger crooking at me, drawing me closer,
her perfect, perfect breasts bobbing as She walked. I dared to believe,
in that moment, that I might just lose my virginity before we graduated,
with less than a month to spare.
And then She shouted, "Now," and dove past me, swimming for the side of
the pool. It took me a moment to react and in that time She had gotten a
pretty good lead on me. I turned to chase after her, still confused but
I saw at least a half a dozen the girls from our school standing on the
edge of the pool, between us and the house. I stopped when I reached the
edge of the pool, I didn't dare get out, not naked in front of all of
them. One of the girls went running into the house, carrying a bundle in
her arms, my stomach dropped as I realized it was my clothes! My dream
girl got out of the pool and one of our classmates handed her a towel to
wrap around herself, I had a feeling I would not be so lucky.
In the now another car drove past me, honking their derision, someone
leaned out the passenger window and yelled "Fag!" as they went past, and
I could see them holding their phone pointed at me, great, another video
of my humiliating predicament.
I had not wanted to get out of the pool in front of all these girls but
She told me to. She said that if I was a good sport and played along I
would still be walking home, about a four mile walk, but at least I
wouldn't be doing it naked. My other option was for all the girls to
haul me out of the pool and send me on my way with nothing but the skin
on my back. I knew with my pale skin in the time it took me to walk four
miles I would have a pretty good sunburn going on, not something I wanted
on my ass or other sensitive areas.
By that point it was starting to sink in, She had tricked me. I didn't
want to do it, but being seen naked even by a whole bunch of the girls
was better than having to walk home naked, after they all had a good
point and laugh at my penis, which was none too impressive thanks to the
cool pool water and the situation, I demanded they return my clothes.
She told me that one of the girls had already left with my clothes, they
were going to drop them off on my back porch for me. Then they showed me
what they had for me and it was all I could do not to cry. They didn't
even give me the option to put it on myself but several of them grabbed
me and started dressing me by force. It was a rainbow coloured, leopard
print bikini that they put on me, the top had a wide band of fabric the
clasped behind my neck, it left a lot exposed, but just covered two
patches of my chest about the size of a hand and the band around my
torso. The bottoms were even worse, they tied at the sides and I had to
tuck my poor embarrassed penis between my legs to make it fit. And
lastly to spare my feet having to walk bare on the concrete they threw a
pair of clear plastic high heels at me, ridiculously high heels, they
look like something a stripper would wear, but at least they are better
than nothing, or so I thought. Now a mile and a half later I'm not sure
if barefoot might not have been the better idea, my calves are burning
and I have tripped and fallen down three times.
After I had been dressed in the bikini and the heels, they told me to get
walking. One of the girls was standing beside the gate, recording on her
phone as I shamefully walked past.
A car comes to a stop beside me, I turn and She is holding up her phone
toward me. The video is on facebook and of course they tagged me in it.
In the time it took me to walk a mile and a half it has gotten over three
hundred reactions, most of them laughs. The car speeds up and She
disappears, leaving me behind, feeling the sunburn set in, even if
someone didn't see the video these tan lines will be hard to explain.
* * *
Joanie felt self conscious when he answer the door, he had spent the
entire morning getting prepared per his Goddess' instructions. Taking a
deep breath he opened the door and curtseyed, "Welcome, please come in."
"Well don't you look just precious?" Joanie knew Mistress Rebecca's voice
well enough that even had he not been expecting her he would have
recognized her before he raised his bowed head on rising from the
curtsey. What he saw on arising stopped him momentarily. Accompanying
Mistress Rebecca was another man who appeared to have undergone the exact
same preparations as Joanie had. The man was taller than Joanie with
them both wearing four inch high heeled shoes, the only difference was
the colour, Joanie was dressed in black and the unknown guest was
entirely in hot pink. Everything else was the same, from the shoes to
their fishnet stockings to their matching French Maid uniforms. "Say
hello to Joanie, Carlotta."
The other sissy curtseyed. "Hello."
After dinner and the women said the two sissies would provide the
evening's entertainment in the study.
Joanie held up his skirt so that Goddess Claire could unlock his chastity
device, finally after twenty weeks he had been promised that he could cum
tonight. Mistress Rebecca was removing an identical device from Carlotta
beside him, no doubt he had been told the same thing, a thought which
worried Joanie.
A brief fondling of his package by Goddess Claire had Joanie halfway hard
in an instant, but the touch was far too brief for the aforementioned
cum. Goddess Claire lead Joanie to the middle of the study and guided
him to lay down. As he did so he saw Mistress Rebecca reach into her
purse and produce a small handheld video camera. She simply pointed at
Joanie and Carlotta complied, clearly he had been expecting these events.
Carlotta lay down, parallel to Joanie but with his head at the opposite
end. Only a fool could miss set-up, the classic 69 position, and what
was expected of him became immediately apparent.
Joanie dare not disobey his Goddess so he opened his mouth and took
Carlotta's half hard penis in his mouth, as he felt the warm wet softness
of Carlotta's mouth take hold of his own member. It had been so long,
four and a half months in fact, since his penis had even been touched,
let alone sucked. It felt so good that Joanie couldn't help but suck
eagerly in return.
For a moment Joanie became aware of Mistress Rebecca standing over them,
no doubt with her camera, but Joanie didn't open his eyes to see, just
focus on the feeling of tongue, circling the head of his penis, focus on
sliding his lips up and down the now fully erect shaft in his mouth. He
tried not to think of what that camera must be capturing the sight of two
sissies, dressed in frilly puffy French Maid's dresses sucking each
other's cocks on the floor.
"Let me assure you sissies, you do not want to be the first one to cum."
Judging from the position of her voice Goddess Claire was standing over
the two of them watching this spectacle as well. "I would ask you if you
understand, but you both seem to have your mouths full at the moment."
Mistress Rebecca giggled at the last comment.
"And don't you dare swallow either," Mistress Rebecca added.
Joanie knew well enough to trust his Goddess, if she said he did not want
to cum first he did not want to cum first. Both sissies threw themselves
with renewed abandon into their felatio, sucking more frantically than
before. Joanie could feel his balls starting to tense up, he knew he
didn't have much longer, but he hoped that Carlotta was in a similar
state. Carlotta's hand grabbed Joanie by the hips pulling him in as the
other sissy pounded his own face with Joanie's cock. This was it, it was
going to be too much and Joanie felt his cock erupt. It felt so amazing,
after such a long time he had no doubt, built up a pretty heavy supply
which emptied itself into Carlotta's pretty mouth. "Stop." Mistress
Rebecca barked when she noticed Joanie stop sucking, overcome by his
orgasm.
Carlotta reflexively bucked his hips a couple times as Joanie stopped
sucking and pulled his head back from the other sissy's crotch. The
women went to the couch and sat themselves down. "Crawl to us sissies."
Goddess Claire ordered, on their hands and knees they crawled toward
their owners, Joanie glanced up to see the video camera still pointed at
them, now being held by Goddess Claire. Joanie was feeling relieved at
being able to cum, something it seemed Carlotta was going to be denied,
but at the same time nervous, Goddess Claire had said he did not want to
cum first and he was sure he would soon find out why.
As they stopped on hands and knees before the women Goddess Claire
pointed the camera at Carlotta's face. "Open your mouth for us Sissy,"
his Mistresses cooed. "Oh look at that, such a big mouthful of cum
Joanie gave you. Now swallow, and then thank Joanie for cuming in your
mouth."
"Thank you for cuming in my mouth Jonie."
The camera turned to Joanie. "Now open your mouth Sissy." Joanie did as
his Goddess ordered. "Awww, nothing there. Did Carlotta not get to
come?" Neither sissy bothered to answer, they knew their voice on the
matter was not needed. "We'll fix that, now stay exactly as you are
Joanie." Mistress Rebecca guided Carlotta, still on his hands and knees
to stand behind Joanie, and that was the moment it clicked for him.
He looked up in fear, right into the camera and his Goddesses face, he
shook his head in denial, but with an evil grin she nodded, and Joanie
knew the phrase, "Thank you for cuming in my ass Carlotta," was in his
immediate future.
* * *
Ughhhh where the hell was I? This was not my house, it was a hotel room.
Oh shit did -she- decide to pay me a visit last night, the slut that
someone had once told me called herself Roxy?
Looking down at myself I could confirm that she had. The dress I was
wearing bulged awkwardly around the midsection, but sagged in the chest,
no doubt it had fit her tightly indeed, and wasn't nearly as good a fit
for me. Fuck! Well clearly she knew what I knew so she had the
combination to the lock on my shackles. I didn't even have a plan to try
to contain her next month.
Looking around I saw there were a guy still in bed with me, still asleep;
good. They tended to freak out, waking up to me in the morning. He was
lying on his chest and I could see the red marks on his back from her
fingernails, it looked like she might have even bitten his shoulder, kind
of like I'd had that morning after. I rolled out of bed before I
realised I still had her shoes on; you think trying to walk in heels is
unpleasant, try trying to walk in heels that are at about three sizes too
small sometime. I got about three steps before I had to sit down on the
floor and fight with the straps to get them off.
Freed from the torture of her shoes I went to the minibar, there was my
least favourite taste in the world in my mouth and I needed something to
wash it out, hopefully the room was on his card and not mine. The taste
of last night's cum was soon replaced by a couple mini-bottles of whisky,
and I went to the bathroom to partake of the complimentary toothbrush. I
didn't have time for a shower, I wanted to get out before her companion
in the bed woke up, but at least I could wash off her makeup, the first
couple times I thought about leaving it on as camouflage but with my
balding scalp there was no way I was passing for a woman when she left so
I washed it off, besides it was so badly smeared that even if I had hair,
it would have attracted attention. And this dress would do plenty of
that anyway, god damn, it was short. It would not even really cover my
balls, and the hem of it was covered with white crusties, with a sigh I
realized that would be come, spilled on the dress when it got pushed out
of an orifice that no longer existed.
Once I was as cleaned up as I could do here I crept back into the main
room, thinking 'please don't wake up, please don't wake up' directed at
her companion from last night. A quick look around the room eventually
turned up a pair of panties that had been tossed from the bed and landed
beside the chair in the corner. They were tight and a thong but squished
balls were better than visible ones, I cringed at the feeling of a piece
of fabric sliding against my asshole, drawing my attention to how sore
that was, great! She'd obviously used that orifice too, which meant I
probably also had the remnants of some guy's load in my ass right now.
I eyed the pile of guy's clothes on the floor, it was really tempting to
steal them rather than make my escape dressed in what would be generous
to call it a dress, but stealing didn't sit right with me, not on top of
what else she had already done to this guy.
Before I snuck out of the room I took one of the explanation letters I
had left in her purse and set it on top of his wallet on the night stand.
It started with "You have been infected" so I figured that would get his
attention.
I picked up her purse and heels and slipped out of the room. The pink
glittery phone I'd bought for her was inside and my phone was not, so at
least the first part of my backup plan was a success. I opened it up and
checked facebook, sure enough there was picture after picture of Roxy
wearing the outfit that I now had on, dancing at the club, sitting on
men's laps, there she was with her latest victim the hand not holding her
phone was clamped onto his crotch, much to his delight. So this had
worked too, setting up Roxy her own facebook account kept her from
posting to mine. The first time I could explain away her photos as a
girl I was in the club with had picked up my phone by mistake but each
time that lie got less believable, since it was obviously the same girl.
I took her phone and looked up a taxi number, a company I hadn't used in
a while, hopefully by not using the same cab company every month word
would not spread as quickly about the weirdo who gets picked up at hotels
dressed like a slut. While I waited I looked over another copy of the
note I had left for Roxy's latest victim, how I wished I'd had something
like this to explain it to me when it started happening.
"I'm sorry. You are a victim of the Wereslut. Sometime in the next
month you will be transformed. You will become the slut, she will dress
like a slut, she will act like a slut, and you will have no control over
what she does. The slut is a female and her partners will not find
anything unusual about her body but in the morning you will regain your
self and your control. Those partners, should she scratch or bite them,
and she will, may also begin to exhibit signs of the curse. I'm sorry;
good luck."
Hortense
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