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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 3 "Here, pull back your hair and let's get the hell out of here." Melissa pushed his hair on each side behind his ears and handed him a helmet. "Oh you are full of surprises," said Benny, seeing her step over her chrome and black Harley which was parked out back. "Well don't you hope so." Melissa put on her helmet and started the bike. "Now are you just gonna stand here all night and look pretty, or you gonna put that helmet on, Miss Natasha?" "No, Natasha is coming," said Benny, putting it on and climbing on the bike. "It's only a ten minute ride, but the way I ride we'll make it in six," said Melissa, turning her wrist and gunning the engine a few times. "Just hold on tight my girl and try to sit up a little. Better we don't squish that little friend of yours too much, but either way he'll be getting quite a bit of tlc shortly." "Whhheeewww." Benny felt the first bump as his entire weight squished down on his trapped member as Melissa sped off. He did his best to keep his ass slightly hovering over the seat as he dug his boots in next to the spokes and hung on with his arms around Melissa's waist. He had mostly been on a dirt bike back home, but never as the passenger or in the streets as she whizzed back and forth through traffic. It wasn't even that late as darkness had barely fully set in, but the challenging day on his feet grew even more grueling as his calves and thighs burned as he tried to keep himself lightly elevated as the bike raced and turned. The occasional pothole jamming him into the leather seat was like a foul tip to the groin, like he recalled his days as a high school catcher and then mercifully she slowed down as they pulled up at a small desolate ranch style house. "You ok?" Melissa asked, lifting her helmet visor and sliding up the kick stand. "Well, it should be easier singing ballads tomorrow," joked Benny, happily stepping off the bike. "Ballads?" Melissa snickered and then pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair. "No, you're my rocker bitch Natasha. They'll be no ballads." "Whatever you say, my warrior goddess?" grinned Benny, holding up his hands. "You're the boss?" "Damn right I am tonight, Natasha." Melissa posed like a warrior with her hands on her hips. "Now get that pretty ass inside before I drag you in." "I'm going," smiled Benny. "That's better and if you're a good girl tonight then maybe I will let you sing a ballad to me tomorrow," said Melissa grabbing his face and stealing a firm kiss. "Sure," said Benny, completely enthralled with her as it was like she was looking right through him. "Anything for you." "Maybe I will let you serenade me later." Melissa slid her hand against his pinned up crotch. "Because when I'm done with you tonight, maybe all you'll be able to sing is soprano." Melissa turned and stormed past him, yanking his hand before opening the front door. She tossed her keys on the small entry way table inside and then before they even got two steps into the living room, they were passionately lip locked as she slammed him back against the wall. He was dying, trapped inside his costume as she tormented him, controlling the pace, touching him everywhere and enjoying being the tease. It was a good twenty minutes of her teeth and nails poking through the upper and lower regions of his jumpsuit in the most sensitive places and then she finally she pulled back, enjoying his anguish. "You ready to go inside to the bedroom, Natasha?" Melissa asked, sliding her finger through his hair and licking her lips ever. "I'm as ready as I've ever been in my life," Benny was panting. "I think..." "You don't think, bitch," said Melissa, stopping him biting his lip and then pulling back, snapping it between her teeth. "You just enjoy, because I know I will." She was like a vampire licking her chops, as she slithered her fingers between his and stared into his eyes. With a firm yank, she tugged his arm as he followed her like a puppy past the small old kitchen and inside the bedroom. It was dark and small with nothing but a big beat up old dresser and night stand that looked ready to be tossed to the curb. A few dingy looking curtains let in at least a little light as a musty smell filled the air, but in no way did he care. "It's been too long for me, Natasha," said Melissa, patting the bed for him to sit. "Come!" "Me too," gulped Benny, sitting on the basic off white sheet of the dark old four poster bed. "You weren't lying to me about this being your first time as a lesbian, right?" said Melissa suddenly very serious. "Because if you were, there'd be consequences to be deal with Miss Romanov." "No. You know I..." Benny began as Melissa stopped him from speaking as she got up and grabbed his throat. "Promise me, bitch," said Melissa, nastily slapping him across the face. "This is serious shit and don't you ever lie to me, or you'll regret the day you were born." "No, this is all new. I've always been." Benny began to say as the next crack smashed him even harder. "Answer only what I ask, girl." Melissa was standing over him like the fierce warrior. "And forget what you've been, because tonight you're my Natasha. Do we understand each other?" "Yes!" mumbled Benny in shock. "Now what does Natasha want tonight?" asked Melissa. "Anything her warrior says she wants?" Benny answered. "Anything?" said Melissa with an evil grin. "Yes," gulped Benny, dying inside. "Anything." "Good girl," replied Melissa, climbing on top of him now and pushing him back on the bed. He was as excited as he was disturbed as her ass sat atop his crotch and then she leaned down kissing him. When she broke the kiss, she ever so slowly unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and then began kissing him from beneath his front fake breasts at his rib cage down past his naval. It was the most erotic time he had ever had in his life, but she had gone down as low as the zipper allowed, just inches from his pubic area as he was throbbing beneath her still pinned back. "Sit up slowly, Natasha," said Melissa, sliding back and allowing him to arch his back. "Rip this expensive outfit and that little slap will feel like pin prick." As he arched his back, she slid the costume from his shoulders and then down his arms. She took her time nibbling his shoulders and neck before rubbing her knee into his pinned crotch, tormenting him. He was quivering until finally she climbed off him, pulling off his boots and sliding off his jumpsuit. He could barely breathe as she stood up, finally dropping off the bottom of her warrior costume and then enjoyed prolonging his agony as she rubbed his tucked back crotch. "Don't you even think about speaking until I tell you?" Melissa dug her nails under it and yanked his pubes. "You're lucky I let you keep some of these? You're going to thank me all night for that, right Natasha?" Benny was about to say yes and then realized it was a test, as he quickly held his tongue, nodding towards her. "Smart girl," said Melissa, happy that he caught on to her game. "And a smart girl gets rewarded." It was never a bigger relief in his life as she pulled away the undergarment that held him in place as he was practically throbbing as it immediately sprung to life. It was all he could do not to explode in an instant as she climbed atop him and wiggled herself into position. A few small thrusts though were all it took as he was more excited than he'd ever been in his life. "You kidding me?" sighed Melissa, as he didn't last more than ten seconds inside her. "Sorry," moaned Benny, unable to control himself. "Holy shit Melissa. That was..!" "Was what?" said Melissa annoyed, climbing off him. "I'm not some fucking sex toy." "I didn't say that?" said Benny, panting. "Then what?" asked Melissa, stripping off her warrior top as she stood completely naked now in front of him. "You think you're done? You think that satisfied me?" "No, I'm ready for the long night we talked about," gulped Benny, surprised how pissed she looked, yet mesmerized by her incredible naked body. "You're so wild... I just couldn't...." "Natasha, please!" Ordered Melissa, holding up her hand staring right through him. "And I don't remember telling you that you could speak again? Did I?" Even without all her clothes, she still looked like a warrior goddess, with her jet black long wavy hair surrounding the metallic headband that still held it out of her eyes, thick metallic wrist bands on each wrist and her thigh high boots still on. Just her incredibly tight body and bodacious firm D's standing in front of him was enough to arouse him again without being touched, as he felt himself already come to life again while she looked ready to murder him. "Sorry," mumbled Benny, shutting up, seeing her looking pissed. "So I told you smart girls get rewarded, but that didn't take long for you to turn stupid, did it?" questioned Melissa, seemingly testing him. He wanted to speak, opening his mouth to utter a word, but smartly stopped himself, shutting up and just nodding in agreement. "Now we're getting somewhere, but the thing is I'm fucking hungry and I thought you'd satisfy me," said Melissa, sucking her finger and then spinning it around her nipple. "How fucking disappointing?" Benny almost jumped from the bed, shaking his head vehemently and folding together his hands. "Seriously?" said Melissa, flipping her hair looking up at him like she was looking angrily looking through him. "You're like a little mouse and I should devour you." "Yes, please," Benny said without uttering a word, nodding up and down feverishly as she snickered at his begging. "Oh Natasha, good catch, but be careful what you wish for." Melissa bit her nail, thinking. "Should I really give you one more chance?" Benny nodded even faster and squeezed his hands together, begging almost like a dog. "Fuck this up and we're done, bitch," said Melissa, getting serious. "Understand me and little mice do not even whisper, so I better not hear even a peep until I allow it?" Benny was like a bobble head, nodding until finally she smiled, breaking the ice. "Fine! Give me a second, and when I get back I expect you standing facing the fucking wall," said Melissa, taking off her boots before pointing to the corner. "It's been a while, but I think I may have something worthy of a little vermin like you in my inventory in the garage. Now get over there and don't you dare touch anything... especially that little friend of yours." Benny jumped from the bed and ran over on command, standing facing the wall in the corner as she exited the room. She turned on the stereo in the living room as suddenly Guns and Roses metal was blaring from inside for a few songs until finally she returned during the third song. "Don't you even attempt to open your eyes while I get you the way I want you, or you'll never be more sorry in your life," said Melissa, as she softly jabbed him in ribs with her nail. "Uuuhhhh," moaned Benny, tensing up. "God girl!" said Melissa, sliding her nail sharply down his back before feeling him shiver. "Natasha?" "SSSSShhh," gulped Benny, trying not to move. "Really? All over the wall?" Melissa sounded annoyed, yet laughed before reaching around and squeezing his manhood a few times. "Well at least now you should actually last for a little while. I should make you lick that up, but I don't want that tongue of yours to have any excuses. Let me get a wash cloth." He wanted to tell her how sorry he was, but knew better than to make a sound. She came right back as he could hear her spray something on the wall and then wipe it up before again squeezing him a few times with a towel, making sure every drop was out. "Ok then," said Melissa, seemingly finished as he felt her unbuckling the only garment he still had on, which his black bra. "You must feel much better now, Natasha?" Benny nodded, feeling the weight of his bonded boobs topple free as they tugged at his flesh before she seemed to exchange his bra for another, as quickly she was adjusting straps at each shoulder. "Hands up, darling," Melissa told him as Benny felt the softest top glide over his head. "Oh that fits so nice. Are you happy I had your size?" Benny shrugged his shoulders, making sure not to talk as Melissa now lifted his left foot and then his right. "Oh I think you will be, sweetie," said Melissa, as Benny felt something ride up his legs and stop above his hip, before hearing her zip it up in back. "And I even found shoes that should fit you perfectly. Now let's see." Benny just swallowed, already nervous, feeling his left foot being lifted and what seemed like a sock going on. He was visibly shaking as he felt extremely bulky shoes going on and then the second his foot was placed down, he knew he was in some sort of heel. "Hold the wall while I do the other and mind your balance, Natasha. Just a few little touches and I'll let my little mouse from her cage," said Melissa, as on went the other sock and shoe and then she reached around, grabbing hold of him. "Take even one little peak and that mouse trap will come down on that little tail of yours harder than you can imagine." Just her threat sent chills down his spine as he had no idea what game she wanted to play with him, but regardless he was all in. She surprised him now, yanking on the back of his hair and then took a brush, forcefully brushing through his slightly sweaty locks. "We're going to keep this tied up nice and tight for a little while, Miss Natasha," said Melissa as he winced when she was pulling his hair harder than he expected. "Between the helmet and sweaty stage diva, you're going to have to get better at brushing out knots, missie." He couldn't even nod if he wanted to, as she was bouncing around his head hurting him as she twisted his hair, yet he could care less at this point, suddenly feeling himself starting to get aroused already. When she finally finished, it wasn't even a second of peace as he half choked from the heavy hairspray saturating his scalp. She then twisted his face,greasing his lips and then finally stopped after the softest touches at each cheek. "Well at least we know you're resilient, Miss Natasha," said Melissa, giving it a little flick with her nail, causing him to flinch. "But that little girl down there will need to wait her turn, because she's seen quite a bit of pleasure already, and I'm sure she won't mind if I get some first? Right?" Benny nodded, dying to touch himself to ease the pain, but knew that would be a bad idea as he stood as still as he could. For a minute or two it was dead silence except for the music coming from outside the bedroom, as she stood like he was punished in the corner, yet was dying to know what his punishment was. Finally, a little squeaking from the ratchety old bed was like music to his ears, and then the sound of sheets ruffling heightened his senses. "So does my little mouse want to come out of her cage?" Melissa asked from across the room as immediately he nodded. "Then turn around slowly, pretty girl." Ever so slowly he turned on command, feeling the chunkiness of his shoes as he moved. He was dying to open his eyes and jump into bed with her as the twenty seconds she made him wait felt like an hour as he awaited the sound of her voice. "Oh you were just wicked and delicious as Black Widow, Natasha but you're about to find out I've also got quite the appetite for other delicacies. You can open those pretty eyes now my gorgeous little mouse," said Melissa, licking her lips. "Sometimes I favor my prey being of the more dainty and fragile variety. And you do look scrumptious, Natasha." As he opened his eyes, he had no idea what was more shocking as he looked straight ahead at Natasha and then down at himself. He had only seen women in dirty magazines or porno looking as she did, as she was complexly naked, lying on one hip with the exception of snakeskin stilettoes and draped across her was an immense live Burmese python. What must have been a ten foot snake's tail stretched way past her legs as it slithered, draped over her body and was turned under her hair as it's face poked down past her left breast. She was petting it's scales with her long nails and maneuvering its head as it moved while he stood motionless, not sure if he should be turned on beyond belief or unequivocally threatened. On the other hand she wasn't kidding that he suddenly was her little mouse, as no longer did he resemble the vicious Black Widow. Replacing that Avenger's leather jumpsuit was a puffy polka skirt, as never did he expect the little mouse he had become! Staring back from the mirror appeared some frightened young lady stuck somewhere between cute little Party City catalog princess and red hot skanky lingerie tart. He did recognize that all the wicked brushing didn't seem to change his middle part, but never could he have imagined that all the vigorous tugging and twisting was to create two round mouse ears out of his auburn locks. He wanted to puke, realizing his hair had been tied into high pigtails at the upper crown above each ear, and then turned downward with the ends pinned against his scalp, forming big round ears. Between the ears, a huge red bow decorated in white polka dots sat pinned at the middle of his head, and it's lacey edges spanned down each side, almost like a headband fronting his two sculpted mouse ears. He instantly worried about what she'd have in mind if he lost his composure, nervously smiling as his whitened teeth glistened in the mirror behind cherry red glittery lip gloss. Short ruffled red cap sleeves with white polka dots adorned each shoulder so delicately, yet the rest of the white short top barely covered his faux boobs, completely exposing his abs beneath the sparkly Minnie logo. He lifted his leg as the mirror's reflection,looking down, seeing his legs in white knee high stockings that were fronted with the same red polka bows. Looking down, it was amazing to him that big clunky shoes like this even existed, as he stood elevated a good three inches in red, round toed platform pumps with a big thick block heel behind a thick ankle strap. Above them, his short red skirt with white polka dots had three or four layers of white ruffles atop another of crinoline and sat ever so itchy upon his fully erect member. From her revered rock star to her prissy prey, it had happened without warning as he stood, yet somehow still completely obsessed with her, awaiting her terrifying, yet enticing command. "Hope you're not too squeamish my little mouse," said Melissa, gingerly opening her legs and touching herself. "Come have your cheese, my pretty Minnie." His calf muscle flinched but for a moment his body didn't move. Just the fear in his eyes only widened her grin, as she took hold of the python and kissed it right on the lips. "He's harmless, little girl. Just a pet. A little like you," teased Melissa before getting serious. "But before we begin, maybe my little mouse should slip on her panties for now. I left them there just in case, and I'm really not sure of the last time this big fella has been fed." He looked over nervously, seeing the big white ruffled panties at the edge of the bureau. "You don't have to put them on if you don't want to, Natasha, but I assure you I wouldn't give them to you if they wouldn't look adorable on you or match perfectly," said Melissa, petting the snake and then opening her legs, fully exposing herself. "Thing is that I won't be playing with your little snake instead of the big guy until my pretty mouse chows down all my soft tender cheddar. You understand me, my pretty little Minnie?" Benny started nodding feverishly, taking a step towards the panty. "Wise move, little girl, because he is fed some frozen stiff little mice sometimes," said Melissa as Benny really had no interest in covering himself up down there as he held it up, repulsed. "And you do look quite frozen and quite stiff. Now put it on and let's see how pretty it looks on you." It was hard to be serious for a minute as Melissa had to cover her mouth, enjoying a few giggles as he almost fell on his ass trying to get the big clunky shoes through the narrow legs of his panties. After a few tries, he finally at least had his shoes inside them as he looked over at her, wanting to vent some frustration. "Go ahead and continue honey, even if the big fella here doesn't see that as prey. Really, I'm not sure how well my python might play with your boa, but if you're having any second thoughts, pythons enjoy feasting on little garter snakes regularly, and we won't want any mix ups, Natasha," said Melissa, seeing him look over at her, not wanting to pull them up as they sat on the floor around his ankles. "You do know snakes like this are ambush predators, and while your face down eating your juicy cheese, he might get hungry himself." As soon as he pulled them up, he really couldn't even see them once they were pulled up under his poufy skirt, but noticed how they made his polka dots flare out even more now. How the hell could she find this sexy he wondered, yet feeling himself rock hard, trapped tightly and under so many layers, yet just looking over at her as she seemed almost to be salivating. "So is that cute or what, my little Natasha?" said Melissa, wiggling her finger at him to come. "Come. I promise no one will bite if you do exactly what you are supposed to." He had gone down on quite a few women before, but never while half shitting his pants as he approached. He climbed onto the bed quickly on all fours, trying not to look up at the python crawling on her as she opened her legs. It was like he was dragging his clunky shoes each time he bent his knees, moving forward, approaching his cheese, feeling his mouse ears wiggling as they stood up stiffly on his head. These unwelcome new sensations though were minor distractions as he gently inserted his face between her legs, timidly nibbling his cheese. She was moaning as he planted his face deeper and deeper, enjoying her as the little mouse certainly knew how to work his tongue. "Ohhhh Natasha! Yes girl! Yessss!" screamed Melissa, pushing at the back of his head. "Work harder you little bitch. Ohh yeah girl!" As the moaning got louder, it got more and more vicious as she grabbed hold of his mouse ears, pulling him in ever so tightly. With his face pinned and her hands occupied, she wrapped her legs around his neck, leaning back as opened even further, forcing him to dig his tongue as deep as it could go. For a moment now she let out the tension on his hair while crushing his neck harder with her legs and then began yanking them with vengeance. A few little squeaks from Benny as she was hurting him made her release her constricting around his neck, momentarily giving him a second to catch a breath. She looked down at him smiling as they made eye contact for an instant as she swept away some stray pins that she dislodged from her tugging and then without any prodding, dug his face back in, getting back to work. "Ohhhhh Natasha! You are a good little mouse, and I am going to reward my girl," Melissa squealed, needing a second enjoying the pleasure before wrapping her finger around his now loose pigtails like they were ropes in a tug of war contest. "Now finish the job, bitch." She was just about breaking his nose as she tugged and held him by the hair. His squealing when she practically yanked his hair out a few times only aroused her further, as she enjoyed every second practically screaming now as she could feel herself getting close. He knew he couldn't stop trying to focus on bringing her to climax, yet ready to piss his pants feeling the python sliding across his back. As her moaning grew intense, the serpent slithered under his skirt as he began to get panicky, trying to pull back. "Don't you fucking stop now, bitch," screamed Melissa, spinning her finger even tighter around his pigs and then finally he tasted the rush of the cheese. "Ohhhhh Natastha. You sexy little mouse. Oh girl. Muuuummmm. Ohhhh yesssss!" As she unspun his hair, he could feel her pull the snake from under his skirt as he relaxed, enjoying every ounce of her precious juices. All the tension and roughness was gone as she relaxed, sitting back, petting the back of his head until finally her little mouse had finished her cheese. "Now that was a good little mouse," said Melissa, swinging her legs off the bed as she stood with the snake around her neck. "Did Miss Natasha enjoy her little meal?" Benny looked up, nodding, and smiled, needing a little break as he flipped over, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Good, sweetie. Let me put this big guy away and I'll be right back," said Melissa, tenderly touching his face. "Sorry I was too excited to clean myself out down there before we got started Natasha. But you're awfully tasty anyway, and it doesn't seem like you minded a little of your own cheddar." "Bbbuuuggghhh," Benny gasped at the thought as she knew exactly how to push his buttons already. "Sorry. My bad! Maybe let's take a quick break, and I'm sure you must be starving anyway." "I doubt there's much food here, but go inside and I'm sure you can find a snack." Benny was never happier at her suggestion, wandering into the kitchen as she went towards the living room. She was right, there wasn't much there, seeing a few half drunken beers open and a quart of milk in the refrigerator. He opened a drawer, tasting a few stale pretzels and then at least found some rock hard chocolate chips and left over brownies. It was better than nothing having milk and cookies at the table, and then Melissa came in, looking ready for business. "How cute! Milk and cookies for my little Minnie," teased Melissa, standing with her hands on her hips as he pushed some her way. "No thanks Natasha, but I think I'll do a shot before I eat. In a few minutes, I'm having sausage unless you were kind enough to leave me anything else to eat?" He quickly shook his head no as she grinned, taking a bottle of scotch from the cabinet and poured herself a shot before quickly downing it. "I didn't think so, my precious," whispered Melissa into his right ear, circling behind him as she slid her nails across the back of his head and played with one of his pigtails. "Then sausage it is!" He wasn't sure of her agenda, but already was turned on as she nibbled his ear while unpinning his crooked bow. Slowly but surely she was undressing him, and then she poured herself another shot as he grew excited again just thinking about her. When the last pin finally was tossed, she wasted no time pulling off his top and then bent down, taking off his shoes. "Stand for me honey, and let's get you out of this skirt," said Melissa, pulling off his polka dot skirt and hose, yet leaving him in nothing but his frilly panties and bra. He looked at he,r dying to have her as she touched him from behind and then cringed as she finger brushed the hairspray bonds from his loose tassel like pigtails now. "I'll brush out all the knots once we get back in the bedroom and think of something appropriate for my girl," said Melissa, sticking her tongue in his ear for a minute and giving a little yank before checking between his legs through his panty. "But I have to say I didn't mind being able to hold my girl so tight, and it seems you've never minded?" He shook his head,feeling the little tassels swaying from each side of his head as turned on now as ever. It was crazy, but he didn't mind for the moment being her pet. "Finish up honey and I'm going to change," said Melissa, downing another shot as Benny was stuffing his face now. "I'm going to leave a few outfits on the bed. Surprise me! It would be pretty hot to see what you'd pick." He felt good for a moment, happy to get a little sugar rush, consuming whatever little junk food she had, then washed away any memories of their taste, downing the milk. It was a welcome break as well for his body, eventually he heard her making some noise in the bedroom and then already came back into the kitchen. "I thought you'd be inside already?" said Melissa, nastily returning in a trench coat and heels with her hair in a bun and a wooden yard stick in her hand. "You'd keep me waiting, Natasha?" He swallowed whatever last milk was in his mouth and scurried past her into the bedroom as she followed, looking angry. There was some lingerie and a few slutty looking costumes scattered across the bed as he turned, sitting at the edge of the bed he awaited her command as she entered, standing facing him, slamming the yard stick into her hand. "A simple thing like get dressed and surprise me after all I've done for you, and you can't even do that without me helping you," screamed Melissa, raising her yardstick like she was going to smash him over the head and instead forcefully sweeping everything off the bed. "You're more helpless than I thought." Benny was shitting a brick as she stormed out, slamming a door and he could hear some commotion as she was tossing boxes in the garage. Within just a few minutes, she returned, tossing a few packages on the bed and then stood with her arms folded, staring at him dressed in her rain coat. "You know this outfit's been in my collection for years, and now finally I've found the right girl for it. I thought we'd enjoy a different level of dress up, but instead some of those horrid male traits I hoped you repressed reared their disgusting little heads, especially such a complete lack of maturity," said Melissa, dropping her rain coat to the floor, approaching him and pulling back the elastic on his panties and softly holding it back just a little as she spoke to him. "Lucky for you as I searched, I thought about seeing my little darling having her snack and in her panties with such a cute milk moustache. Given that I've decided that this would just be so adorable for our next little escapade.You're good with that, right?" Benny was practically falling backwards against the side of the bed as she half threatened and half teased him in an outfit he never expected. He was used to the warrior type woman that had turned him on beyond belief, except now she stood there in a flowery knee length dress with pearls around her neck, white stockings and white pumps. He was curious to the escapade she mentioned, but even with her mostly covered up in an old farty dress with her hair in a bun, she still looked amazing, and oddly seemed just as intimidating. "What was that, Natasha? Auntie Melissa didn't understand?" said Melissa, snapping them gently and then stretching them just a bit further. "Why don't you speak to Auntie Melissa in that soft pretty voice you have? Auntie will allow that now." "Yes," gulped Benny, completely aroused as she eased up, only slightly snapping the waist band letting go. "Wonderful dear, and that's much better," said Melissa, stretching them even further this time. "But you know..... pretty little girls do not have these horrible little things in their panties, do they?" "Uuumm?" sighed Benny, doing his best to keep himself under control and not blow his load, staring at her lips looking down into his panties. "What was that answer, young lady? It's a very simple question, honey," said Melissa, twisting them a little. "Yes or no Natasha?" "Nnn..no," gulped Benny, ready to burst. "See, there's my smart girl again," said Melissa, letting go as it snapped back really hard this time. "So you want auntie to take care of that problem for you, so you can get dressed, right?" "Uuugghh," said Benny, feeling his body tingle, trying to keep it together. "Yeaa...!" "So what was that answer Natasha. Don't you dare make another mess young lady?" Yelled Melissa getting angry stretching them open again. "Please address me properly, and I know my pretty little Tashie won't do that, right?" "Yes auntie?" sighed Benny softly, looking away and dying inside. "She wouldn't." "Then that is wonderful darling," Melissa touched his chin gently and snapped it even harder this time. "Then auntie will help get rid of that little issue." She stepped back just a step, never breaking eye contact as she reached to her right. She looked so stern and serious, opening the night stand next to him and taking out a thin flat iron. She lifted it up between their faces, pinching it open before snapping it shut a few times as Benny was not expecting this odd distraction. With him waiting nervously, she opened and closed it, pinching his nose between the metal plates, staring in at him as he was wondering what she was up to. "Maybe this will help calm my pretty Tashie," said Melissa, kissing his nose the moment she released it, pulling it away and then looking down. "Nope, not yet honey?" "How about now?" said Melissa as she next lifted his index finger, clamping it down longer this time and then suckled it slowly after she pulled the iron away. "My, my, even that didn't work darling? How about this?" With his heart beating a mile a minute, she pulled back the waistband and inside it went, except now instead she stepped back, looking into his eyes. "You know what happens next, right?" said Melissa, looking at him with an evil stare. As he nodded yes, she nodded no, as all he could think about were her luscious lips. "You sure about that, missie?" Melissa asked, as it was nothing he expected as she leaned to her right, plugging it in. "Melissa!" Gasped Benny, seeing her almost get enraged. "I mean auntie... auntie please?" "Oh honey, I'm glad you corrected yourself, but this won't be such a good time to piss off auntie," said Melissa, seeing the fear in his eyes as she reached inside his panties, switching it on. "Would it?" "No, I'd never," Benny panicked, seeing the red light illuminate from inside his panties. "I'm a good girl." "Well if you are, then you know that good girls listen and never questions their elders, little Tashie," said Melissa sternly. "In fact they never ever piss them off like my girl did earlier?" "I'm so so sorry, auntie!" gulped Benny. "And good girls do exactly as they're told," said Melissa, squeezing the handle, clamping it tighter. "And especially never talk back, right?" "Yes auntie," gulped Benny, feeling the slightest heat now across his manhood. "Never ever, ever. Now please, you know I'll do anything you ask." "Good, then show me you're big enough to dress yourself without missing a single little touch, because after your latest little disobedience, this little missie is going to need to earn my trust again," said Melissa, unclamping him and stepping back as it was beginning to heat up. "Defy me even for a moment and not only will that little friend of yours never get near me again, but I'll feed my python some smoked sausage before I send this stubby sissy walking back to the hotel in nothing but her frilly panties. We clear, little girl?" "Yes auntie," said Benny, breathing heavily, relieved for a moment. "Yes... yes." "Good girl," said Melissa, placing down her flat iron on the night stand before walking back a few steps and sitting in the old rocking chair in the corner. "Now open the package and put on your socks, Natasha. Once you do, then the shoes." He nodded, opening the little plastic package and finding little white socks. He was afraid to even look her way, sliding them on his feet and then opening the shoe box. Inside he couldn't believe how she would find him sexy in dainty shoes like this, but at the moment it didn't matter as she slid his feet inside them with no questions asked. "They fit so nice," clapped Melissa excitedly. "I want them buckled as tight as they can be and then open the big bag." It was weird but he did it and then unzipped the bag, already knowing whatever would be going on him wouldn't be anything he'd be fond of, and then it troubled him even more once he saw it. As he lifted it up, she seemed to enjoy the anguish on his face as he paused for an instant, trying to keep his composure. "Two buttons, unzip it and right over your head," said Melissa, seeing his hesitation. "Chop, chop. Time is a wasting, and don't worry I'll zip you up. Now let's pray this fits, right?" How the hell could she be getting him to do shit like this he wondered, lifting this big dress over his head and inserting his arms. For the first time now he was beginning to feel light headed as his senses seemed so heightened as it dropped past his face. "Oh Natasha!" exclaimed Melissa, running over and spinning him. "Oh please please fit! This is already so so cute on you." It was like he could feel every clasp of the zipper closing and then her fingers pushing through each button. When she tugged it from behind, she jerked him back seemingly with such force it felt like he should be flying across the room, but instead his mind seemed to playing tricks on him as he stood, never moving an inch while she seemed to be tying something in the back. A twist here and there and then he relized it was worse than he thought as he stood waiting for her approval or at least her next command. With every change now he had been further thrust into a strange age regressed state of femininity, as he looked down at himself in the tiniest, delicate baby blue satin dress accented with white lace and pink silk bows. Blue puffy capped short sleeves with ruffly white lace trim now covered each of his biceps and matched the doyly like rounded white lace collar. Beneath it, the full baby blue satin dress covered his chest and waist, but its skirt flared out much too short on this thighs. A full white ruffled under skirt built in underneath showed his panties, and a thick pink ribbon served as a sash. On his feet, little white ankle socks puffed out into two layers of ruffles and beneath them pink Mary Janes were on his feet. "Are you a cutie or what, little girl?" said Melissa, stepping back, biting her lip and sighing. "Ok, now open the bows and wrap them in. Come on, I'm getting so anxious and aren't you just so glad now we didn't get a chance to take out those adorable pigtails?" He opened the last package now, taking out two large bows attached to elastic bands. He had wound a scrunchie into his ponytail before, and this was not really different as the exercise was the same. On each side now he found himself winding the elastic cord around a few times until it was tight and then snapping down the bow atop his pigtails. "Twist each side around one more time so they're tighter, and then pull the ends so I can be sure they're nice and snug. When you're done, in the bag are the silk ribbons that go on the same way just under them," said Melissa, touching herself through her dress. "Hurry up, because auntie wants her girl ready and I'm already starting to feel so wet!" He wound them tighter and then pulled the edges, getting turned on by her touching herself. When he finished the second one, he looked up, hearing a buzzing sound and then found the white and pink pre-curled silk ribbons winding them in beneath the large blue stain bows. When finally they were all in as tight as he could get them, he looked over, dying to have her as he watched her stick her vibrator under her dress. She breathed heavily for a moment or two, moaning and then stopped ,pulling it out as he stood mesmerized by her self-arousal. After a deep breath, she switched it off and then she stood up, coming his way. "This is for babies," said Melissa, with a small ribbed vibrator in her hand. "You know rookies and little darlings like my Tashie. Turn around sweet girl, and don't you dare give auntie any trouble young lady!" He was about to object and then chickened out, turning on command as she opened the dresser drawer. He watched her take the lube from the drawer and then could see nothing facing away as all he heard was the squirting sound that reverberated so loudly in his ear. When his panties came down slightly, he felt her fingers greasing his bottom as it all happened in slow motion as he felt the tip gingerly touching between his cheeks. Instinctively his rump muscles resisted, contracting but that almost didn't matter as he soon felt her foot from behind now, slightly pushing at the inside of his left shoe. Any fighting would be futile anyway as slowly she pushed at his ankle, widening his stance as his cheeks were beginning to part. A few twists of her wrist had it gyrating right and then left, as slowly but surely he could sense penetration. A few small gasps as its ribbing ruffled his tissue, and in it went as he found himself stretched on his toes. The final last push seemed so harsh as he practically lept from the floor, and then he felt her finger now between his cheeks as they seemed to somewhat close with it inside. "That's the smallest I own darling, and a nice little training tool," said Melissa, pulling his panties up as tight as she could. "Turn around, and we'll spend a few minutes helping you get acquainted." His eyes were bugging as he turned, seeing her hold a small remote. "A pretty young lady like you should be lucky enough to have some pleasure while she finishes getting ready, don't you think Natasha?" said Melissa, sitting down again in the chair, placing the remote on her lap. "Aren't you glad you said you were ready for anything? I'm delighted you've opened yourself up to new things" "Ugghh hugghh?" nodded Benny, scared shitless, unable to shake the feeling of it up his ass. "Now separate your pretty hair under each pigtail into three sections with your fingers and grab the one section with the little flat iron, darling. It's nice and hot now, so better in your hair than where I had it before." Melissa pointed to the flat iron on the end table. "Once you stroke through it a few times, then clamp down and twist it up tight. Once you twist, I'll start your little pleasure time, and once I turn it off you can release your hair. Now get started, because I think the end result might astound you, sweetie." Benny was visibly shaking as held out his right pigtail and took about one third of it between his fingers, letting the rest hang down. As he looked up at his stretched hair, he glanced over at Melissa holding the remote, with her thumb resting atop it and lifted the hot iron from the table. It was hard to watch himself clamping down on his own hair as she stroked through it once and then yet again. By the third stroke, he could feel the difference how much smoother it seemed gliding right through it and then looked over at her, seeing her nail slide up just a touch like an itchy trigger finger. "It's ok sweetie. You're going to look adorable with a little curl to your hair, and Auntie's gonna make everything perfect tonight, darling," said Melissa, sitting back and spreading her legs wide open. "Now take the ends of your warm, smooth little sections and wind them nice and tight. Don't be afraid, and we're going to start nice and slow." His fingers were shaking as he clamped down on the end and took his time, ever so slowly twisting it up. When there was no more hair to wind and it stopped at the band, he couldn't bear to look at the grin on her face, closing his eyes and feeling the buzzing inside. "Oh yes Natasha," sighed Melissa, seeing him immediately tense up. "That feels so good, doesn't it pretty girl." "Uuuggghhhhh," grumbled Benny, knowing he couldn't speak yet his mouth was wide open, feeling the crazy sensation. Instinctively he reached behind with his free hand under his dress, touching his ass as his legs involuntarily squeezed together. All he could think about was ripping it out, yet knew that wasn't an option as he gasped, feeling himself tugging his own hair. "And release, honey," said Melissa, switching it off as it was almost like the tension disappeared from his legs. After one short breath, he squeezed the handle, never more relieved to see his curl uncoil, springing next to his cheek. "Good job, darling," said Melissa, enjoying his bizarre situation, touching herself with her left hand under her dress. "Now continue. Next section please." As he rolled up the second section, she intensified the buzzing inside him as he certainly was not expecting the faster speed. It took a moment to adjust, but then finally it stopped as he was counting the moments as the second curl dropped down. It was half pleasure, half pain as he could barely believe it was happening, putting his hand up, needing a minute after the third tendril dropped and he was bent over forward with his hands on his knees. "Are we ready to continue, young lady?" said Melissa, getting up and walking over to him and touching his hair. "The first side looks prett, but we've got so much fun planned honey, so I hope you won't dilly dally too much." He shook his head no, nervously standing up again straight and then she walked past him as he heard her open the night stand drawer. As she was fumbling through some items as he couldn't bare to see her take out another thing she could use on him, closing his eyes. "Open wide, and stick out your tongue for auntie," said Melissa, walking back out in front of him now lifting his chin. He took two deep gulps and when he opened his eyes, she was spinning a much bigger vibrator in her hand, inches from his face. "You've been so good so far. I'm so proud, Natasha," said Melissa, sticking it in and out of her mouth twice before resting it on his out stretched tongue and sliding it just inside his lips, yet stopping as it barely touched his teeth. "In fact so good that auntie is going to give you a nice little reward to suck on while you curl the other side. Sound good, honey?" There was no way he could nod yes as he just stared straight ahead at her, trying not to even flinch, yet he could almost feel himself ready to gag as he twitched forward a few times. "Auntie would like bigger yeses in the future, my little darling, yet I realize you may be a bit preoccupied and excited," grinned Melissa, sliding it in deeper slowly towards the back of his mouth and then pulling it completely out before reaching down, feeling him rock hard inside his panty. "And very excited! How interesting? Thing is you're way too young for such wondrous big girl things right now, but that doesn't mean auntie can't reward you more appropriately." Benny blew out a gasp as she dropped it away from his face and then looked down, hearing some plastic ruffling. "Here, we already know how much you like cherry," said Melissa, spinning a cherry lollypop in his face and then sliding it into his mouth. "Make it last, because I lowered the temperature on the iron because you scared me with all that twitching that you could burn yourself. Don't you worry though, it'll still make the same lovely curls that you've been doing so well creating, it'll just take you a bit longer to bake them in. Now breaks over, Natasha, let's get started." As she sat back down, he almost couldn't concentrate watching her slide the vibrator inside herself and then cross one leg over the other, leaning back in the rocking chair. As he twisted in the first curl on the left, the vibrations not only sped up but now lasted so much longer. Ten or fifteen seconds turned to thirty or forty as he almost bit off the lollypop from its stick. By the second curl, he could barely stand up straight and on the final one it was like his eyes were crossing. When finally it switched off, he stood there relieved as she made him wait while she opened and closed her eyes, seemingly getting herself off. It may have lasted three or four uncomfortable minutes as he wasn't sure whether to approach and get involved, but instead waited for her command. "Oh Natasha," sighed Melissa as a big grin opened on her face. "Bring me my purse from the dresser, and I think we can move on from Auntie Melissa now." Like the good little girl, he hurried, grabbing it and scurried towards her, handing it to her. "Unless you don't want to?" teased Melissa, spinning him away and straightening his skirt. As he shook his head yes just as she expected, she lifted the back of his panties, sliding in her index finger and applying just a touch of pressure. "Don't worry, dear auntie is not upset that you are done with her, because she feels very very satisfied now honey," said Melissa, breathing in, sliding her fingers all around his anus hole before pulling her hand out and spinning him. "And extremely happy you've done so well as my precious little one. Now just let auntie make sure you're ready for your next appointment." "Huhh?" mumbled Benny, wanting it out of him and getting nervous at what she meant. "Oh it's nothing dear," said Melissa, shaking a can of hairspray as she took it from her purse. "It's just if you'd like that little problem removed from your panties, that's not something auntie has the skill. But just a second, and of course I'll make sure you're absolutely ready." The only thing he was ready for was to get the vibrator from his buttocks, but instead she took a wide toothed brush, stroking each curl individually. He couldn't help but feel extremely anxious as to her intentions, as she took her time treating each tendril with such delicacy. This all seemed so unnecessary as he almost chocked at the amount of hairspray she applied, but could do nothing but be still as she worked. When finally they just swung all sticky, springing at each side of his head, she again opened her purse and lifted his face, refreshing his sticky lip gloss. "So now I think auntie has done all she can do for my precious little Tashie," said Melissa, taking him by the hand, bringing him back towards the bed and turning around. "But please be so kind to help auntie unbutton this top button on my dress, dear." Just the sound of that was like music to his ears, as he undid the big round button at the nape of her neck and then she turned back around. She touched his hand softly and walked back towards the rocker, turning in front of it and looking him in the eyes. "Now auntie certainly couldn't help you with that problem, but it appears she's brought you to the right place, Nathasha," said Melissa, reaching back, unzipping the dress, dropping it from her shoulder to the floor, revealing what she was wearing under it. "But I'm absolutely positive Nurse Lissa can." More than just his pigtails now rebounded with excitement, as Melissa kicked aside the old flowery dress and pulled the bun from her hair. The white heels and hose now no longer seemed old lady-ish as she stared in at him, shaking out her hair before pulling on a small white hat with red trim and hooking a stethoscope around her neck. Her breasts were now barely held in their cups, popping out of the extraordinarily tight, low cut, short vinyl nurses outfit, and underneath it was certainly apparent that she was still panty less, as her garters streamed down on both sides. "So dear, would you like Me--Lissa, your nurse to examine you to see if I can relieve your problem," said Melissa, sliding a pencil between her teeth. "Would you, little girl?" "Yes," whispered Benny, astounded by how sexy she was. "Wonderful, Natasha," said Melissa, reaching over grabbing her yardstick. "Now let's start with a few vitals first." Over she came now, circling him and sliding her hands around his waist and shoulders as she went around twice, making sure he could feel her nails through his outfit. "So that's 3 ft to here," said Melissa, measuring up his back and then digging in her nail before placing the yardstick atop the stop and raising up the back of his head. "Ouuhh and another two and a third, so 5'4" is quite tall for such a young girl. I'd say little Natasha is on her way to making such a pretty model. Isn't that wonderful?" "Yes?" gulped Benny, as she got right in his face and then looked at him sternly, pressing the yard stick under his chin. "I mean yes, Nurse Lissa." "What a nice respectful young lady we have here," grinned Melissa, slapping the yardstick in and out of her hands, circling again before pressing it against the side of his face. "And eight inch ringlets. How precious? Did auntie do those for you, or did you curl them yourself?" "I curled them myself, Nurse Lissa," gulped Benny, dying as she now held the yardstick under his dress, measuring his erect manhood. "Hmmm, how disappointing Natasha?" said Melissa, pulling it away, holding her finger against the measurement and showing him before stretching a curl. "Not that's its very becoming of a young lady having this little issue in her panties, but since she does, it's quite disheartening that if I clipped off one of these pretty curls we could easily wrap it with an inch or so to spare." "Sorry Nurse Lissa," grumbled Benny, a bit insulted. "Don't be, young lady," grinned Melissa. "Obviously relieving your little problem is why you're here Natasha? Correct dear?" "Yes, Nurse Lissa," said Benny, staring at her wet lips. "So Miss Natasha what should I do with you?" asked Melissa, sliding the yardstick up his leg and under his skirt. "I'm not a doctor, and she's not in right now? Nurses can help, but I can only do so much. Do I have your permission to proceed, Natasha?" He was already quivering as he shrugged his head yes, and then she taking out a long white latex glove, sliding her fingers inside. Once the second glove was on, she smiled and reached under his skirt, pressing her fingers right up against his manhood as she looked into his eyes. "You're a dirty little girl I see," she said, pushing it back and forth right through his panties. "Pretty little girls should not have one of these sticking up, and I certainly hope you didn't soil your adorable white panties?" "No, Nurse Lissa," said Benny, trying not to soil them as she reached one hand around the back now. He swayed his head from side to side without breaking eye contact as she studied his every expression. "How about in the back?" said Melissa, spinning her index finger. "Turn around and show me." He spun, nervously standing there for a good ten seconds of dead silence before he felt the yard stick snap without much force across his buttocks, causing him to flinch just a little. "So did you?" said Melissa, snapping it again across his rear thighs now. "Are they soiled Natasha?" "Nnnn..nooo," moaned Benny, barely keeping it together. "Good honey," replied Melissa, spinning him back around and lifting his skirt, glancing inside his panties. "So this isn't your only problem then, Miss Natasha? You need me to relieve you in two places, don't you?" "Yes please," Benny replied as she snapped the waistband in front and pushed firmly through his panties with the other hand into his anus, not letting down for a minute. "Sorry yes Nuuu --nnuuurse Lissa." "Once again better, but you see darling, the thing is your insurance only covers one procedure, so for now you'll have to choose?" smiled Melissa, leaning back. "Nurse Lissa is prepared to relieve you on either side, so what will it be sweetie?" "Oh please, Nurse Lissa!" pleaded Benny, folding his hands. "I've been doing everything, any games you asked, but I can't stay like this all night?" "Did Natasha just lose her mind and if so, I guess we'll wait until the doctor arrives, which I promise won't be tonight!" yelled Melissa as she began taking off the gloves. "No, she just panicked I guess," cried Benny, grabbing her arm and looking up at her. "Little girls like me do that some times, so please forgive me. Please, Nurse Lissa! Please?" "You are lucky you're so damn cute, and you are going to make up that little slip up to me later," said Melissa, backing down. "Deal?" "Yes, Nurse Lissa," nodded Benny, bowing his head. "Please relieve the front, nurse, before I do soil my panties." "I'd say that's a wise choice, my pretty curly-q," teased Melissa, softly pulling his hair for a moment.