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Rosie
Part 3
My shame was boundless.
I struggled to flee. "I'm so sorry. I can't do this. It's wrong. Let me
go!"
Annabelle gently me held me down, while Rosie hushed me with a finger to
my lips.
"Shush, Nunkie. You're only doing what I want. And I want the girls to
see this. Settle down.
That's it. That's a good boy."
Her calmness, her reassuring but commanding tone drove all the fight out
of me. I sank back onto the bed, sinking into post orgasmic languor,
while my pyjama bottoms were removed and various hands cleaned away my
spendings with baby wipes.
"That's the nasty thing that males want to put inside us. And that's the
nasty goo that comes out when they get excited. You'll find that they
will say and do anything for that."
"Have you ever done that, Rosie?" asked Molly, shyly. "My mother says it
can be a laugh." "Never have, never will" replied Rosie. "and look at the
trouble it got your mother into!"
"Well I thought it was very disappointing," chimed in Maria. "So icky. I
prefer being kissed. And girls are so much better at that than boys." She
shot a knowing glance at Molly, who flushed bright red and tossed her
fiery ringlets in a mix of embarrassment and pride.
"I killed the last male who did that to me," spat Georgie. "I would do it
again."
At this Annabelle got up from the bed - I was no longer resisting - and
enveloped Georgia in an enormous, consoling hug. "Don't worry, Gee Gee.
No male is going to touch you again. I swear it."
"Girls, girls! You're missing the point. Hardly any woman likes to have
those things inside them. More and more women have realised that they
prefer other women, and that means males need to be trained for a
different purpose." With that, Rosie fixed me with a lingering look and
an elusive smile. "To serve."
"Now, Nunkie, you need to do something for me. The girls are going to
start helping you to your new life, and that means removing your hair."
"My hair? Why? What?" I spluttered.
"Shhh, Nunkie Dwoo. Things always go better when you do what I want,
don't they? Well, I want to get rid of your nasty male hair. Think of it
as a process of rebirth. A new life."
I was ushered off the bed, and told to take off my pyjama top. Annabelle
wheeled a large massage table into the room, and covered it with a pink
latex sheet. She handed out surgical gloves to each of the girls, who
helped each other into latex aprons.
Annabelle took charge. "Now remember girls, this is powerful stuff. It's
a mixture of depilatory and moisturiser. A regular programme of
applications will mean the hair removal is permanent, while the skin will
be much softer. So don't get it on yourselves." She moved to the head of
the table, where she carefully put tape over my eyebrows. "We'll keep
those', she chuckled. "Don't want Nunkie looking like an alien!"
I lay on my back in an ecstatic state while the four young ladies covered
me with a pink lotion, which smelled strongly of roses. "Roses for Rosie"
quipped Molly. Meanwhile Rosie stood at the foot of the bed, watching
intently. When my arms, torso, legs and head had been well covered, she
leaned forward, taking my balls in a rubber gloved hand full of the
cream. As she rolled them in the lotion, Annabelle whispered something
that I couldn't quite hear, but could have been, "It's a medical plug
containing an aphrodisiac and hormones."
"Oh Nunkle, you are a lucky boy" giggled Maria. "Time to turn over now."
By now the cream was starting to smart a little, and every nerve ending
seemed to be sending a mixed message of pleasure and pain.
Once again the girls smothered me with the depilatory cream on my back
and legs. Rosie leaned in and applied copious quantities between my legs
and around my rosette. Very gently she probed a finger inside me.
"Dear Unka, you have been so down lately. We all want to help you get
better. I'm going to put something inside you that will improve your life
so much."
Slithering face down on a rubber sheet, covered in rose scented cream, my
naked bottom in the air, I was not in a position to argue. But I tried.
"Rosie, I really don't feel comfortable with..."
"Shhh." Once again she used her "slow" voice, that I was so conditioned
to obeying. "It's for your own good. Now be a good boy and open wide for
Rosie."
With that, she slid her finger in and out several times, then slowly but
insistently pushed a rubbery object into my rectum. Unused to such an
invasion, I found myself resisting. I was surrounded by the chorus of
young beauties encouraging me and Rosie.
"Go on, you can do it!" "Open up, open up." "Push harder, Miss Rosie."
"Get Bella to do it." This last injunction, from Georgie, caused me to
wiggle in a surge of fear. And that wiggle did the trick. The plug
smoothly slid into its resting place, a flange at the end holding it
firmly in the slot.
The cheers surrounding me made me feel encouraged, turning something
deeply shameful into a perverse source of pride.
Annabelle started to talk to me while Rosie was enjoying the high fiving
and back slapping of the other girls. "This plug is an applicator for
your treatment. It contains a cocktail of drugs to help with your
depression. You should feel both happier and maybe a bit sexier. I or one
of the other girls will change it every day. It also contains a digestor
drug, which means you will no longer need to go to the lavatory, at least
for your bowels, provided that you eat exactly the diet that I shall
prescribe for you. Do you understand?"
I was utterly overcome with physical sensations. The drugs in the plug
had already started their fiendish work, and I was feeling mildly
euphoric. My member, pressed into the pink latex sheet, was engorged to
what felt like double size, while my chemical-covered skin seemed to have
many more nerve endings. I could only nod weakly, barely conscious of
some drool slipping from the corner of my slack mouth.
"Good. Let's get you into the shower and ready for bed. You've got a long
day ahead of you tomorrow."
The rest of the night passed in a daze. Annabelle took me to the shower
while the others cleared away the massage table. Dressed in a second pair
of my slinky pyjamas, my still engorged member once again inserted into
its silky sheath by Annabelle, I was tucked up by the girls, each kissing
me on the lips to say good night.
Rosie was last. With a big smile, she leant over me to deliver a huge
kiss. "So proud of you Unky. Annabelle's going to look after you
tonight."
With that she was gone, with Maria and Molly on each arm. Annabelle
joined me in bed, curling around me with her massive breasts pressed into
my back and her hand lightly resting on the silky front of my pyjama
pants. Within seconds, Annabelle was asleep, gently breathing in my ear.
I lay there, blood coursing through my veins, stiffly erect, despite my
recent embarrassment, trying in a thick fog to navigate through what had
happened to me in the last few hours, and completely unable to sleep. I
gently tried to rub myself against Annabelle's hand without waking her,
in the hope of bringing myself off and then getting some sleep.
"I don't think so, naughty boy," whispered Georgie as she climbed into
the bed. "Onto the floor with you." I rolled onto the thick rug next to
the bed, and as Georgie settled to sleep, it also did for me. I was woken
during the night by the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking, but I lay
stock still, terrified of what might happen if either Georgie or
Annabelle realised that I was listening, and when they had finished, with
sweet sounds of affection and passion, I too drifted off to a world of
troubling but erotic dreams.
It was the first night of my new life. More was to follow.
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