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Part V:
As I begged desperately I noticed a bit of a crowd developing around us,
though a small fortune was there was no one I seemed to know yet, just a
random selection of concerned, disgusted, and amused faces. Daddy grabbed
me by my hands and pulled me to my feet, with a satisfied and proud smile
on his face.
"Well if you want it that badly that Daddy will happy oblige his cute
little cupcake."
His eyes closed and he went in for the kiss, leaving me with little
options but to comply. A guy watching from the audience gave a little
hoot as my lips became wrapped in his, but the group soon decided to
disperse and leave the "freaks" to our business. I hated him more then
anything, as he bit and and kissed and explored my mouth with his tongue.
if I could have shrunken into nothing that very moment I certainly would
have. I closed my eyes tight, willing with all my heart that I would just
disappear, and was disappointed but unsurprised to find little success.
Daddy wrapped his hands around my waist, briefly exploring my curves in
the tight velvet garment that hugged my body with his large and rough
hands, and giving my bottom a soft smack before disengaging and leading
me to the next stop on this nightmare shopping spree.
*Clak* *clak* *clak*
My platforms slapped hard against the linoleum floors as I struggled to
keep up, turning more and more heads in my direction. My hair was still
mostly concealing my face, which was directed straight at the ground, but
I heard the giggles, the shouts, even the clicks of phone cameras as
onlookers caught glances of this diminutive little man in a tight pink
slutty dresses getting lead through the mall by another masculine looking
guy about twice his size.
For a second I wondered again if it might be worth it to give up this
whole awful game and just let him turn me in, but fear of a jail cell,
combined with what Daddy might do with that terrifying little black
remote wiped that thought from my mind. My cock ached from the belt, my
face burned from the shame, but as bad as it felt I had to remind myself
things could get worse.
We crossed the median of the mall and wooshed up the escalator to the
second floor, rounded a corner and arrived at another sickeningly pastel
store, this time a salon called the "Princess Corner." A quick glance
revealed that this store was far more busy then the last one we were on,
almost every chair was occupied with mostly younger ladies getting their
make overs done in hot pink and white PVC chairs. As Daddy dragged me in
I was surprised that almost all employees and most of the customers
seemed to almost ignore me. Instead they gave him a few hellos and waves
of acknowledgement as we strolled towards the front desk. "Great."
I thought silently to myself, "They know him here."
If I had known how much worse things were about to get, I would've saved
the grumbling for after we had gotten to the counter. Standing there,
behind the register, was the love of my whole high school existence, a
girl I had been terrified to talk to for four years of obsession and
frantic masturbation, a girl I still thought of often five years after
high school was over: Melanie Serrano.
At 5"2, she had been one of the few girls I felt like I could even
consider because of my own height, not that she had ever paid much
attention to me, it just seemed.... possible. She stood there now with
her beautiful bronze face, big chestnut brown eyes, and voluptuously
thick and welcoming deep red lips. Her thick dark hair had blonde and
brown highlights and cascaded down to her shoulders in a perfectly
symmetrical manner on each side. Her ample chest was just barely hidden
behind a white button up, and I could only imagine her magnificently
perfect bottom behind the counter. She was perfectly proportioned for
someone of her height... and she was staring straight at me.
"Ted!" she shouted out with her airy and angelic tone. My stomach did a
backflip of excitement and confusion: I had hoped to hear her say my name
like that for four years, despite the fact that I was barely even sure
that she had known it. Yet here she was, not only greeting me like a old
friend, but rounding the counter to walk over to me and give me a big
hug, acting totally oblivious to my insane outfit and humiliation.
She strolled over, red heels that matched her lipstick clicking against
the floor, and wrapped her arms around me and squeezed with an unusual
vigor for a casual hug. Her scent was sweet and bold, and her grip was
firm and almost painfully tight. As her bosom pressed against me I
temporarily lost myself in the moment and began to feel a tingling
between my legs. A moment later my face contorted into mask of pain and
discomfort as my penis began to grow and was squeezed even more tightly
by the unforgiving plastic of the chastity cage. Fuck! I couldn't even
get hard for the girl of my dreams squeezing her perfect tits against me!
The belt was not even remotely challenged by my attempt at erection and
effectively and painfully kept my cock compressed into a little knob.
Melanie mercifully release me from the hug before turning to my captor
and confirming my worst fear about this place.
"Hello Mr Samson," she said sweetly as he leaned down and she planted a
quick peck on his cheek. "What brings you and my little Teddy-boi around
today?"
They had some kind of arrangement worked out clearly, I wasn't sure what,
but could my luck get any worse? Daddy's hand ran throughly hair roughly,
jerking my head to side, and he turned to me.
"Why don't you tell her 'Teddyboi,'" he said, intoning my name like it
was a hilarious joke. Melanie turned to me expectantly, and I racked my
brain trying to figure out what I was supposed to say in this moment,
trying to come to terms with the fact that I was about to explain this
humiliating predicament to the biggest crush of my life. She stared right
into my eyes encouragingly, like we were having the normalest
conversation in the world.
"I'm here because -- because I -- because." I had this terrifying thought
that if I said it I would make the whole thing really real. That before
now it had just been some insane fever dream but the second I admitted it
to the girl I had been crushing on for almost ten years there was no
going back. But Daddy was staring at me expectantly, and I knew better
than to keep him waiting so I spilled it out.
"I'm not Ted.... anymore." The strangest sentence I had ever said for
sure, and after today that was really saying something. I gestured with
defeat towards the hulking man standing next to me.
"This is my -uhhh- Daddy and I'm his little girl, Isabella." This was
worse then a thousands walks through the mall. She was just nodding and
smiling at me knowingly like none of this information was even the least
bit shocking to her. "And he brought me here so you could make me sexy,
Melanie, I want that so .... so bad."
"Excuse me?" she snapped, suddenly looking very intense and insulted.
He immaculately waxed eyebrows arched into a threatening glare. She
tapped once on her name tag and asked with a tone like I had just
murdered her dog: "What does it say here, you idiot bimbo slut?"
"You're... 'sorry' Isabella? What do I do with your useless sorry?"
I scanned her face looking for even a bit of humor but couldn't find it.
Her eyes were narrowed at me.
"Uh uhm Miss Serrano? I'm so sorry uhm please make me Sexy, Miss
Serrano..." I replied sheepishly.
I stood there, perplexed and afraid as she glared at me. I almost felt
compelled to hide behind Daddy, little good that would've achieved. She
kept on grilling me and then placed her empty open hand in Daddy's
direction. He chuckled and placed the remote in her palm. I started
shaking as she pointed it towards me.
"You need to learn your lesson you stupid bitch... I... will... not...
tolerate... disrespect....." She punctuated each word with a snap as she
slammed down on the remote. I was on the floor before I knew it, writhing
and begging as the waves of pain racked my body.
"Please... please!!!! Miss Serrano it won't --- please!!! It won't happen
again!" I sobbed out, tears spilling from my eyes as she stood over me,
staring coldly with her arms crossed, I looked up at Daddy and he stared
back with a look of disappointment and frustration.
"You shouldn't have disrespected Melanie like that sweetie... I am
extremely upset with you," he said softly but assertively.
My heart skipped a beat at the threatening tone behind his words. A quick
check around confirmed to my dismay that no one seemed to be paying my
suffering any mind, a few ladies directly avoided eye contact me as I
looked pleadingly in their direction. I rose slowly to my feet and faced
the woman who had just mercilessly tormented me.
"I'm expecting better from you Bella," she said confidently, clearly
enjoying the little game she had just played... "Disrespect me again and
you won't get off so easily."
"I'm soo sorry. I promise it won't happen again Miss Serrano!" She
softened slightly. Then looked back at Daddy with a smile. "Let's get her
set up then?"
Melanie grabbed me by the hand and lead me down the line of ladies
getting primmed up to a sectioned off chair at the end of row that was
raised a bit above the other ones. Other then that it looked the same
except for a series of straps on the arm and foot rests and a strange
looking knob protruding right from the center. She turned to me and
explained as she motioned for me to sit down.
"Mr Samson owns and founded the saloon you're in right now... countless
other lucky girls have sat just where you are right now at the beginning
of their... uhm.... how should say it... journey?"
The malice was gone from her voice. She was simply explaining the details
of my situation like it was a business transaction. As she held out a
hand to help me up onto the seat, I realized with dismay that the raised
platform meant I would be on display for all to see as whatever *this*
was, was carried out. I had a vague idea of what to suspect, but after
the past few hours nothing would surprises me. I tried to ignore her
curves or her sultry face as she began strapping me into the seat,
wanting to save myself the
pain of another failed erection. As she secured the straps tightly around
my wrists and ankles she continued to prattling away excitedly.
"So do you have anything specific in mind Mr Samson? There are some great
looks we can pull off with that hair! Bella is such a lucky little sissy
that someone like you found her."
He strode over towards us, taking a second to visibly admire Melanie's
rear in her pink pencil skirt before handing her a yellow Manila folder,
presumably with instructions inside of it. Melanie reach behind my head
and pulled out a finally strap which she snapped on to the back of my
choker, effectively holding me in place with my butt positioned right
about the knob. I could avoid it by pulling my whole body up by my wrist
cuffs and tensing my legs, but that was getting exhausting really fast.
As Melanie and Daddy perused the document together, checking off and
making notes with a blue pen, I finally panted and gave in, settling down
right on the knob. It didn't go inside me, it was a bit too thick and
wide for that, but it pushed quite uncomfortably on the ring of my
butthole just enough to apply a consistent pressure, almost like the
beginning of a big poop. I shifted from side to side trying to relive the
pressure, but I could only managed to slightly change the angle it was
pushing at my ring as the straps held me firmly in place.
"I almost feel bad for them sometimes," Melanie said, glancing at me with
the barest amount of sympathy as I squirmed uncomfortably on the knob.
"But your vision is always so.... enrapturing.. and I remember what gross
perverts they are." As she finished the sentence her glare returned as I
reflexively looked away in fear and embarrassment.
I guess she did have a point there, but it was certainly looking like I
was going to end up regretting my actions about as much as I could. I
felt a pang of frustration and self hatred at realizing I was at least
slightly responsible for this situation. Why couldn't I just keep it in
my pants for once??? Maybe I really was a sick pervert who deserved
this...
Daddy walked over to the bench and casually opened up a magazine, while
Melanie got to work. She brought out a little sliding table on the side
of my table liked they had at the dentist and bent over to rummage for
some tools at a compartment near my feet.
As she bent over, and began taking out whatever supplies she needed, her
ass stuck up right a few inches away from my face, wiggling appealingly
as she worked. I tried to look away but the site was almost hypnotizing.
Two taunt and muscular globes of flesh, perfectly round and perky,
straining against the hip-hugging skirt, not quite massive, but
significantly larger then her waist... a juicy applebottom with just a
bit of bounce... oh god I could see her panty lines...
"Ujhhhhhh"
I moaned and grunted in pain as my cock tried futilely to engorge itself
and was squeezed and restrained by its cage.
"Quiet you!" Melanie giggled as she back her ass up a bit more, muffling
my groans as I my face forced into her crack. I almost cried in
simultaneous joy; pain; and fear. The soft fabrics provided only the
lightest of cushioned as my face was encased in her cheeks, it took all
the willpower in the world not to kiss or lick... I wanted to soo bad. I
gritted my teeth as I inhaled from her crack what little air I could
manage. It was a thick and musky scent but there was a sweetness to it as
well, I felt hypnotized by it. And then I started to scream, the pain in
my cock was sharp and pronounced as it swelled and pressed against the
sharp edges of the cage. Temporarily losing controlled, I began to buck
on the knob as I greedily pushed my face further into her rear, my cock
refusing to stop it's useless battle with the cage.
"Mhmppphmm," I moaned in pain, any greater sound being effectively
muffled by her bum.
She flipped a switch and the knob I was mounted precariously on top of
began vibrating, heightening my arousal, and simultaneously my pain. The
edges of the cage cut into me even deeper, as her fragrant and perfect
ass absorbed my cries of pain. Finally she lifted herself off my face and
began setting up supplies on the table. My arousal subsided slightly but
the tingling sensation of the knob massaging my rosebud ensured my cock
kept straining against its prison.
"I think Bella likes my little tushy Mr Samson!" Melanie chirped
excitedly as she began cutting at my hair in swift methodical motions.
"I'll make sure she gets one just like it!" Daddy replied without looking
up from reading.
"Uh-huuuh!" she replied emphatically as she jerked my head around to get
at the right angle. "Me and her could hit the gym together! Do some
squats, keep your cake nice and tight, flirt with guys..... wouldn't that
be nice?"
I grunted in pain in response, unable to really say anything else as the
knot and cage wore at me uncomfortably from two sides. Melanie ignored
this and kept on working, taking a candy blue gel and working it
unforgivingly into my hair. Her nails scratched at my skull as she rubbed
it into every inch, but any real squirming only achieved the knob working
it's way marginally deeper inside of me.
"How's your flirting, by the way Bella? Need any tips or tricks to make
hot guys wanna fuck you??"
I clenched my teeth, focusing all my energy on overcoming the discomfort,
as Melanie began to walk me through quick ways to pick up guys. After the
gel was finished she left my head alone and picked up another gel off the
table and began working it onto every inch of my body.
"If you are around a man you must ALWAYS give him a smile."
She said in an authoritative tone. "Never ever interrupt him, but when he
interrupts you, you should smile and giggle to show him you like when he
takes charge."
An overwhelming chemical smell emanating from the gel, I tried not to
focus too hard on the feeling of her soft and delicate hands massaging my
skin.
"Stare openly at men's dicks and asses whenever you're around them. Think
about what they taste like, smell like, NEVER stop thinking about how
badly you want to be fucked."
She even lifted up my dress and worked it around the base of my dick and
my buttcrack, joking about how this was the closest I was getting to a
woman touching my genitals in a while. I tried not to focus on the
feeling of excitement as she worked her seat around my private areas,
tuning into the sound of her voice.
"Pretend not to know anything and ask lots and lots of stupid questions,
not to the point of being annoying, but to let him know you need to be
treated like the fuck-tart you are. You don't just want him to think your
stupid, but also that you are helpless and dependent on men."
After finishing she stepped back to admire her handiwork, for a second
and nodded slowly to herself, calling Daddy over to gain his approval. He
sized me up slowly, appraising me like a piece of meat. He eyed with a
hard look, and grabbed my chin as the knob pulsed under me.
"Pay close attention to Melanie, kitten... you'll be expected to follow
this advice to the T." He licked his lips at the thought.
"Tha-thank you Miss Serrano," I mumbled, incapable of eye contact as I
was rocked by shame.
She push a button on the strap attached to the choker, and it retracted
quite suddenly, holding my head in place as she began applying some sort
of make up and other accouterments around my eyes.
"Of course Bella! In the future try something like 'Oh my god like thank
you so much Miss Serrano, these tips are totally rad' to let everyone
know at what a fucking idiot loser you are." She was going at me now with
an eyeliner pencil, working quickly and precisely as I struggled not to
flinch and evoke her ire.
"Ready for the finishing touch?" she asked him, as she picked up a
hypodermic needle. Daddy smiled and grabbed my head roughly in his giant
hands, holding me perfectly still while Melanie leaned in close (giving
me a generous view of her cleavage) and stuck the needle right in my
lips.
I tried to shriek as she pushed down on the plunger, but one look from
Daddy told me this wasn't the time. I felt a strange feeling in my lips
as Melanie plunged the needle in several more times, almost like they
were... full... Melanie finished her handiwork and blew me a kiss saying,
"Time for a shower," in a cheerful, accomplished, voice.
She snapped me out of the restraints in a swift series of motions,
letting the circulation return to my wrists and ankles. Daddy picked me
up in his giant arms, easily lifting me up into the air. I briefed an
audible sigh of relief as I was lifted off the vibrating knob, leading to
a laugh from Melanie and Daddy.
"Like a true buttslut," she said with a smile and smacked my behind
playfully.
I winced in pain and humiliation.
"I'll get ready for round two," she continued.
I had little time to ponder what that meant as Daddy whisked me away to
the back hall and into a clean bathroom with a big silver shower. He had
me strip for him, which after everything else I had to go through today
was easy enough, to hop in the shower and begin washing off the gel I had
been slathered with. I felt a strange burning and itching sensation
wherever the water hit me. I looked down and gasped, seeing my hair being
washed off my body and leaving me smooth wherever it touched.
My skin felt buttery and soft, and almost alien, as I rubbed it
ponderously. I turned away and caught a look into the mirror, leading to
an even louder gasp.
My hair had been cut into a bob with straight bangs; to frame a face that
looked almost totally unlike my own. My hair had been dyed a pale blonde,
with the tips of each strand dyed a violet pink. Long fake eyelashes had
been attached to my own, and my eyes themselves were done up with
eyeliner and a pink to glittery blonde eyeshadow ombr? that matched my
hair. I blinked and examined my doll like features quizzically, I could
definitely identify the man behind the mask like make up, but at a quick
glance I looked every bit the Disney channel starlette. Disturbingly,
despite the shower, my eye makeup seemed totally intact. I rubbed water
into the pinkish blush on my cheeks to see what would happen, and was
distraught to find the make up was totally unaffected. How the fuck would
I ever get this stuff off?
The real shock however came from the lips. At first I thought there was
something attached my to mouth, then I realized it was just my severely
"enhanced" upper and lower lip. They had been plumped to a certain point
where they popped notably out of my face. They weren't exactly
cartoonishly massive, but they were large and concerningly juicy.
Whatever Melanie has done to them had also severely altered the shape,
giving me such a prominent Cupid's bow my face was perpetually frozen in
a flirty kiss. While the rest of my transformed look was girlish and
cutesy, my lips exuded sexuality and whorishness, they looked explicitly
dirty. I covered my face in my hands as my brain began running through
all the catastrophic things I was probably going to be forced to use
these lips for.
I stared at my brand new features with shock and horror, earlier I had
still been able to convince myself there was a way out of this situation,
but with these changes my normal life seem more and more distant.... how
would I even explain this on work next Monday??? What if I couldn't get
the make up off by then???? I thought to myself in despair. Melanie's
promises about gym sessions and flirting with guys might really be my new
life..... I might not be able to escape. I didn't want to be fucked by a
man, especially this scary, smelly, horrifyingly cruel one... I wanted so
bad to wake up from this day like it was just a nightmare.
Suddenly the scent of sweat and male body odor assaulted my nostrils. I
spotted Daddy's hulking shape emerging out of the steam in the mirror and
spun around to face him. I froze, wide eyed, at the site of him totally
naked. He was quite hairy over most of his body, which explain the
intensity of the musky made scent he was constantly giving off. The hair
on his chest and elsewhere was thick and curly, with a light brown hue
that matched his head and mustache. I took a second to appreciate, with
fear, what a truly big guy he was. I had initially described him as
chubby, and he definitely was a bit round, but there was also clearly a
large muscular frame underneath the fat, and after being manhandled by
him I was beginning to guess there was more muscle then fat in there.
I finally let my eyes wander down to what was between his legs, the thing
I had been avoiding contemplating. He was barely erect, I wouldn't even
call it half mast, but he was still sporting a good six inches of
uncircumcised sweaty meat; swinging slightly back and forth like a
pendulum between his legs.
"Like what you see Bella??" he said as he took another step towards my
tiny trembling body.
"Yuh yuh yes duh-Daddy," I stumbled out, the words tripping on my tongue
as I shook. I felt overwhelmed by him; drowning in his masculine, fleshy,
scent before he even touched me.
He put his hand around my face and ran his thumb against my lips before
forcing it into my mouth for me to suck. I did so obediently, looking up
at him with my helpless Barbie eyes.
"Those lips are looking so luscious" he commented, staring at the way my
mouth naturally wrapped itself around his hairy digit. "Are you ready to
try the real thing, my little barbie?"
I knew I had a little choice in the manner so I simply nodded glumly
while continuing to suck his thumb. My heart was thumping in my chest in
fear; the muscles in my neck tightening in silent protest of the
horrible, vile thing that was about to happen.
"Down on your knees princess," he commanded, slipping his thumb out with
a pop and softly pushing me to the ground. I obeyed once again, back to
acting automatically, knowing if I thought too much about the situation I
might do or say something I'd regret.
His manhood swung in front of me and I stared at it in awe, trying to
decipher how it would ever fit inside me. He picked it up in his hand and
rubbed it against my face with a soft brushing motion, coating my face in
a thin layer of his offensive scent.
He snapped his fingers in my face and murmured, "Eye contact sweetie."
"Now let's begin Isabella!"
I looked up into his gloating face and his twinkling blue eyes, trying to
look arousing and demure and hide my disgust at his cock and its putrid
scent.
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