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The Unfortunate Life of Carla (part 2) (Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my writings without recriminations. Don't write a review if you don't like the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always good and helps me.) Carla Enters (Carla with a feminine sway walks out of her room. Her dress flows from the waist down ending about six inches from her knees. The men look approvingly as she nears them.) CARLA/carl - Why am I walking so feminine? What is happening to me? OMG there are those men, shuddering, and those dogs. I feel so submissive and intensely afraid of the dogs. I've always had a fear of dogs but not like this. The men look disgusting. As I near them, I am repulsed by more than the sight of them but also their testosterone and maleness permeating my nostrils. Steve, "Come stand in front of me Carla. I walk towards Steve since the it appears the furthest from the dogs who are sitting by John looking at me. Steve, "Don't forget to curtsy." I feel under a spell as I curtsy. I see Steve pick up the needle and I worry. "Nothing to worry your little brain over," Steve says, "The needle has nutrients you will need to be healthy. You will get these shots regularly," and with a sneer adds, "like all our animals." "You are a gurl. So, tell me what are you?" I hesitate but Steve again says, "you are a gurl. What are you?" The word gurl doesn't sound like girl but I know inside me what he is saying. A man dressed as a girl to these men is a gurl. Quivering I reply, "I am a gurl." And instinctively curtsy. What Carla doesn't know is the hypo is filled with the latest female hormones which over the course of a month will transform her. Steve, "Stand right in front of me." He sees me looking at the Dobermans. "That's Brutus and Atlas and they'd love to make you their bitch and shoot a load deep into your hole so you'd better do as you are told." I'm so obedient. Actually, submissive yet also disgusted as I near Steve. He touches my thigh with his calloused hands. His thumb caresses and I want to scream or cry but I don't. I want to object but my body moves to his command both from the fear trembling my heart and some auto response I'm not sure of. And for some reason the only voice I have sounds like a pubescent teenage girl. Standing just in front of Steve his fingers lift my skirt and he rubs an alcohol swath on my left cheek and then injects me. It stings. I nearly cried! Cried, I can't believe it. I am so girly right now. Shocking. Steve, "And thank me with a curtsy." I curtsy, A tear wells up in my eye. But in mind I can't believe this is happening. It's almost as if there are two of me. An outside me and an inside me. The scent of these men through me nostrils reaches my brain as a forbidding testosterone stink. "And what are you?" Steve asks, the mustache of his beard is bit yellow. That and the ashtrays plus the odor of a cigarettes make me crave a cigarette. "I'm a gurl," I say in my squeaky little girl voice. Steve, "Carla, you are a gurl. Gurls need to be spanked regularly and you will get a regular spanking. At least one every day. These spankings will remind you of your submissive position. After you are spanked you may not touch your bottom. The sting will remind you of both submission and obedience. If a man slaps your face you will not touch your face. Nor will you wipe any cum, spit etc. unless told to. This also goes for swallowing as well as leaking from your hole." He explained from now on all I had was a 'hole.' It wasn't an asshole or a pussy, just a hole. And a hole needs to be filled often. "So now, lie over my lap, and your first spanking will commence." As soon as I hesitate one of the dogs starts barking. Shaking I comply. I felt so submissive and these men seemed so overpowering even though I want to assert myself and say 'No,' I can't. They are big men. Hairy men. Strong men. All twice the size of me. Afraid of being a bitch for those two massive snarling dogs I lay down over Steve's lap. What choice do I have? I have a GPS tracker inserted where I can't reach. I can still feel where it was inserted at the bottom of my shoulder blade towards my spine. I have the fear of the dogs. And the knowledge no one on the outside will even know I'm missing. The two large Doberman are eyeing me as drool falls from the tongue of one of them. Steve's hands rubbed my ass and John asked me if I knew how to dye my hair. Just as I was answering 'yes,' SMACK. He tells me later I'll use the dye in the bathroom. He says it's a really girly blond. What a suck slut should look like Through the sheer dress and panties Steve's hand slapped my right cheek hard enough for me to wince at the sting. Even though I want to escape his strong legs hold mine tight as he rains down his big hand spanking my ass. I start to cry. "A bit early for a cry my gurl. This spanking has just begun," Steve admonishes. It's Slap, Sting, Cry and Steve having me answer him with "I'm a gurl. I will behave. I'm will be obedient. I will be a submissive missy." The spanking seemed to go on forever and then Steve raises my dress and continues. By the time he pulled my panties down I was crying like a little girl. Tears wetting my face. And that wasn't the end. He continued. I could feel my panties tight above my knees. He didn't just spank my ass but also my upper thighs. I didn't keep count but I knew it was around 100 swats when he finally finished and told me to stand up, pull my panties up, thank him and curtsy. And the curtsy he wanted was the one in Alice in Wonderland. https://tenor.com/view/curtsy-alice- alice-in-wonderland-disney-gif-4946558 Next it was John who had me bend down as he put a collar with a bell attached. John: "Carla you will wear this collar whenever you are out of your room. It's a simple but strong magnet with prongs going into two eyelets in the back. I curtsied. Next came Bill's demonic gift. An inflatable butt-plug. It fit snuggly between my cheeks and the pump was activated by remote control. Bill: "Gurl you will wear this also whenever you are out of your room except when one of us removes it. We will control when you wear it and when you don't. It will help make your ass sway inviting men to use your hole. Again, I curtsied. John added one more rule, "You will only look at male genitals. Never in their eyes. And that include Brutus and Atlas. Embarrassed I turned my gaze down to their crotches. Steve's shorts were khaki colored and I could see the lump of his cock and balls. John was wearing those sport pants with a draw string. They had stains everywhere. Fortunately, they were loose and so I couldn't see what lay beneath. And Bill, he had on those denim overalls with one strap undone. There were grease stains on his. His obese stomach probably precluded him from wearing pants with a belt. "Don't forget Atlas and Brutus," Bill mockingly advised. I turned and looked at their cocks. I felt sickened. Next, I was instructed to bring them each a beer. After that I was to start cleaning. Instructions could be found taped to the front of the refrigerator. Part 3 Mortified.... that's how I feel. Like a teenage girl abducted by three burly old evil men and no escape. My ass feels and may look like an electric stove top burner on high. With the fat plug in my ass I know my ass is swaying and the skirt of my dress is also swinging. At least the satiny material seems to offer a bit of cooling to my bum. I walk to the kitchen trying to think how can I escape. And if I did escape what about my current teenage girl voice. I knew I was always a bit submissive because of my looks but never auto-obedient. While I'm in the kitchen getting the beers from the refrigerator, I hear the men talking. In fear a little pee dribbles into my panties. Near tears I bring the beers with the front of my dress showing my accident. The men laugh and John says, "Gurl did you pee yourself?" Looking at his crotch I curtsy and say, "Yes Sir. I had an accident," with a lilting alto soprano sound. And then, Quixote: (Steve has put Carla under again.) Steve: "Carla I want you to just stand there and not hear a word we are saying till I say NOW. Do you understand?" I curtsy. Steven, John and Bill are talking with each other. They decide on new ideas for Carla. "NOW." I am now listening to Steve as he instructs me with these new commands. 1. When you hear a man shouting at you, you will dribble a few drops of pee and feel ashamed. 2. When you hear the words "High Water" you will uncontrollably empty your bladder no matter where or what you are doing. 3. When a man says, 'girly cum' you will have an orgasm and vocally sound like a squeaky little girl and feel embarrassed. 4. When a male cock is inside you your sense of feel will intensify. You will feel violated. And any fluid a man shoots into you your hole will send back a signal to the brain so your mind feels the fluid and the thought will linger through the day. 5. And, as much as male testosterone, man piss and man cum repulses your sense of smell that too will be heightened. 6. And, you will never enjoy the sex. You'll do it because the alternative, Atlas and Brutus is abominable. At that point Steve says "Awake" and I come back to the moment. "Carla, go to your room, dye your hair, change your outfit and then come make us dinner." "Yes Sir," I answer as I curtsy and then I go to my room. There in the bathroom is a box of Schwarzkopf IGORA Royal HIGHLIFTS Permanent Hair Color Cr?me. It's pretty simple and will lighten a bit of my sandy color and also leave highlights. I've done this before and know the result. The highlights will make my hair even more girly. It actually goes with my skin tone. A couple of hours later I come out. It seems the only clothes in my room are similar satiny dresses and short satiny skirts. Outfits that sway which women wear to entice men. Short enough to nearly see my panties. Although I've played many women parts, I've never had the lead since I'm a guy but here I am the leading lady in a horror drama. So, I walk out of my room wearing yellow sheer satin blouse buttoned to the neck. A black pleated skater mini skirt. Thigh high stockings (but not high enough to conceal his bare upper thigh below the hem of the mini. Three-inch black heels. Gold earrings and of course his bell ringing collar. My ability to pick my clothes is near zero. The closet is sorted with outfits by the day of the week. I can hear the bell on my collar. Underneath is a small black training bra, matching black sheer see through panties and under that the butt plug firmly in place. Perfumed Carl, now Carla walks into the living room very much a gurl without a choice. The men are sitting watching porn when John says, "Carla, go make dinner and when you hear this bell ring come out as the submissive slut slave you now are, making sure to look at our dicks and wait for what we want. Nervously I stand there shaking a bit. I'm not stupid. I know where this is going to go but I also know I have no way out and it seems Atlas knows this too as I hear him bark on my right. Steve reminds me as I turn towards Atlas to look at his cock since from now on, I have to do this no matter what male animal is in the room. I start walking to the kitchen my bell sounding like some little bird. Perhaps a parakeet. Must be two little balls inside chirping. John shouts out "Wiggle that ass gurl." Suddenly I dribble just a little pee in my panty. Fortunately, it doesn't show. John tells me, after dinner when I'm finished cleaning up, I'm to bring a six pack of cold beer to the living room. All the beer is bottled so I'll have to find a tray. When John came into the kitchen I was nearly finished and he gave me a joint. Told me to take a few puffs just before I come to the living room. So, I take a few tokes and in moments I'm high. I walk into the living room and all the men are there in just their underwear. They are sitting on the sofa streaming more porn. I see what they are watching but the volume is muted. "Put those beers on the table Carla," I do as I'm told. "This is the beginning of your training. Come over, kneel in front of John. Put your face in his crotch and take a big sniff. Do that three times for each of us to learn what our cocks smell like," Steve commands. First, I'm kneeling in front of John and hesitating as I move my face into his crotch. All the men are extremely hairy. John opens his legs a bit and with his finger motions me forward. Inches away I his cock scent waifs into my nose. "Please Sir." I beg. Steve calls Brutus and Atlas over. The next ? hour I'm sniffing their cocks and filthy pee stained underwear. Bill has the dirtiest underwear and the biggest belly. Though none of them are thin. These are burly men. I'm sniffing Bill when he says, "Now lick my crotch." Cringing, as I think of the dogs as well as my inability to escape, I lick his pee stain and feel his cock. It's small but the odor makes me gag. I hide the gag. I thought they were going to make me give them blow jobs but it appears they have a method to my madness and so after sniffing and licking all three that I'm told to go to my room and spend the next hour watching the video on my television and reading the magazines. The sniffing and licking reminds me what dogs do. After that I can remove the butt plug (apparently there's a button in the end and if I push that the butt plug will deflate. After I'm to take a nice gurly bath with bubbles and then swallow the pill on my vanity. It turns out it's a sleeping pill. No sense boring you with the chores or all the details of the furniture, the color of drapes. There aren't any and you aren't reading this for that reason. However, I will say this, the kitchen has old but good equipment. The living room is sparse except for the 75-inch Samsung TV. Over time I will clean the house so I'll know all the rooms. I didn't see a staircase and I don't know if there's a basement. Nor are you much interested in what I made for breakfast or what dishwashing soap I'm using. But I know you are interest in the first blow job I had to give. Interestingly it didn't come right away. These guys weren't in a rush. They owned me and were breeding me into some weird pleasure for themselves. They seemed to enjoy their process. I wasn't sure how to feel because of the first week the only sexual thing I had to do was to smell and lick underwear and identify which man it belonged to. It was hard at first since the smell revolted me but I began to smell a difference. Steve's was the least disgusting, not that it didn't make me want to vomit. John's, although a bit more malodorous was not near the problems of Bill's his smelled of sweaty balls, piss and shit. Twice I felt a real upchuck coming. This particular routine didn't end after it was done. No, at night when I was in my room the horror played over and over again in my mind until I went to sleep. Fortunately, there was a sleeping pill for me every night. And of course, getting my regular spanking. Oh, looking at cocks of the men and dogs. My other duties were getting injected each day, household chores, watching porn especially selected for me in my room and taking a test each day and making myself pretty. The test was weird and at first, I failed. When I failed, I had to sit watching Atlas and Brutus genitals while they were in their cages. Over time I began to understand, I was to pay attention to the face of the one being fucked since that would be my face. Some of the porn had trannies but there was hetero as well. None of the porn was consensual. It appeared they were all being forced. This porn was picked for a reason. I'm sure you can figure it out. Also, I had to wear a bikini and tan myself outside by the pool. The view was solitary. A large forest surrounded the property. I had no idea how far from civilization I was but it seemed a foreboding distance. Anyhow, the sun was strong enough within a week I had tan lines. Lines to remind me I was a gurl even when I was alone in my room. A subtle reminder my past was gone and my future lay here as their submissive. As the week went by, I was getting conditioned. The dogs genitals scared me and the porn was imprinting what would be expected of me. Week 2 - things began to change. Several things. My nipples were becoming sensitive and I thought I was developing small tits. I began to get a spanking twice a day but the afternoon one was a bit lighter. Also, I had to go outside with the dogs and watch them do their business. Each day I was told if I didn't do as I was told I would join them even when they ate and when they went outside. I would be on all fours and have to smell where they went and only after could I relieve myself. By the end of the week I was committed to obeying. And week 2 was also the first blow jobs. Humiliation is a tether to Submission. It begins to tear away your self- worth and enslaves you to your masters. Who these men were? Where did they get their ideas? When did they decide to create this nightmare? What was their plans for me? Questions I couldn't answer but I was the answer to their questions. This one afternoon I was summoned to Steve's bedroom and was told to only wear my panties, a pair of matching stockings and high heels. I was now accustomed to four-inch heels and always walked with sway. As I entered Steve's bedroom, he was standing naked. His cock visible for the first time. Uncut. Lots of pubic hair. Big sack of balls. "Hello Carla," he said. I stood looking at his cock which moved as he talked. "Come here and kneel," he commanded. And I obeyed. My behind was still red and sore from my morning spanking. I cried at every spanking like a schoolgirl. No matter how Carl inside was going to be strong Carla was weak. I could smell his manliness kneeling just inches away from his cock. It hung down. Long and uncut. "Lick it." My tongue touched the head and I tasted something. It was a teardrop of pre-cum. "Now Carla you are to make love with your mouth and tongue to my cock urging it to get hard. You will make my cock desire to be in your mouth and you will suck it like the gurl you are looking for the cum reward." As you know by now, I was resigned to my life. Over two weeks I hadn't figured any escape plan and so I did my best licking his shaft. "And the balls," he said as his cock brushed my face. This continued for some time until his cock hardened to what I would guess was about seven inches. "Hands behind your back. No teeth." Once my mouth was encircled by his cock, he put both hands behind my head rhythmically pulling forward and pushing back. His cock was too big to go all the way in but enough of it would hit my tonsils. "In time Carla you will learn to deep throat and take my entire shaft until you nose is buried in my pubic hair. Your sore throat after an episode will be a reminder of one of your many new talents learned over the months to come. This talent will be a cocksucker." During his pleasure I was trying not to smell but with a cock in your mouth I could neither do that or not taste. My brain signaled the taste and smell would never go away. And then he tensed three times. Each time squirt his seed. At the moment I thought it was the most cum ever. When it was over, he had me keep my mouth open. "Carla, I want you to imagine how much cum I've shot into you. And to remember the taste." Well, the taste includes texture. I thought it was like a wad of snot bleach. "Swallow." Then I was told to get up and remember to curtsy even if I wasn't wearing a dress. Rising, my mouth ached but the snot stench was even worse. "Thank You Sir," I said demurely curtsying. "Go see John." And thus, I went to John's room and he was standing naked as well. His cock was flaccid. He had less pubic hair but his balls dangled well lower. "Lick my cock gurl." And so I did and then for the next 20 minutes I licked his cock, his balls and sucked his cock until a second load of cum filled my mouth and when I swallowed my throat began to upchuck. John laughed saying, "Any cum shoots out of your mouth you'll be suck dog cock." I swallowed back down and started crying. "Gurls cry over just about everything." And of course, I stood and curtsied after licking his cock clean. Then came Bill, the fattest and most disgusting of all. The same procedure except when he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed my face with a huge amount of rancid cum. It was so disgusting. All over my face. Twice as much as John and Steve. And it began to drip down from my forehead, eyes and nose. Slowly moving over my lips and chin with some falling onto my chest. Bill reminded me I was not to touch my face but to let it dry. "Fresh new makeup for a little gurl," he said. Finally, I was able to leave. Shock, disgust and the smell of Bill's cum permeating my sense of smell. And as it dried, I could feel it pulling at my cheeks. Carla - One month later. The dogs follow me everywhere. They constantly try to push their noses under my skirt. They bark loudly if I yell at them so now, I simply shoo them away in my teenage girl voice. (why can't I use my real voice?) Sometimes when I'm carrying beers to serve the men, they manage to get their cold wet noses under my skirt and because my panties are so sheer, I can feel their snoot as well as the hot air as they breathe out. I am constantly afraid of being bred with them. And looking at their man sacs is a constant reminder of me to obey. One afternoon Bill is sitting in his soiled white bikini underwear, with his monstrous hairy belly covering all but a little white patch, watching porn. He's already had 6 beers and I am bringing him another, my hole filled with a plug and properly sashaying. Brutus is by his side, I know glaring at me but I've learned to only look at all the men, including the dogs, packages. It's abhorrent to me to look at dog genitals but over the past month I've been doing all the time. Sometimes I can tell if Brutus or Atlas are horny by their little red tip sticking out. No way I want to know anything more about their penis so I obey ever command from the man. My outfit today is another loose crimson skirt, a white blouse showing a bit of cleavage since I now have size A tits with rings pierced through my nipples. I was amazed when they grew out, I also have small pink areolas. And, my shape is more feminine as well as my emotions. Even my balls, although small to begin with, have shriveled up to the size of hazelnuts and it appears my sac has also. When I look in the mirror, I can't believe the changes to my body. Hairless. Small tits. Tan lines. And my diet has me very thin. My arms, I never lifted weights because of the roles I had in acting, now look like a ballerina. Even my body looks that way except for the small perturbance in my crotch. I've fallen into being a teenage dimwitted blond sex slave. Although inside I never consent my role outside is one of doing as I am told. I'm shy, diminutive, submissive, afraid and besides being captured I've been domesticated to their desires no matter how weird over the past month. Myself worth was broken day one but now it's shattered. Every spanking diminishes me further. Handing Bill the bottle of Bud I curtsy and wait with my eyes on his belly and outline of his large balls under his underwear. His balls are massive and when he's naked they hang down like gourds filled with cum. Actually, his orgasms have the most cum and the taste nearly makes me want to puke but I don't dare. Brutus and Atlas roaming around through the house are a constant reminder. Bill instructs Brutus to go to his place and then moves a bit forward on the couch. He pulls down his whites (well more a bit pee stained in the front a bit brown in the seat. I have to clean their underwear by hand as you already know) and points to his cock which at this point is very small but I know from the past it gets just over a thick five inches when hard. I don't need any instructions now. I walk over to him, kneel facing his cock and begin licking it as he watches porn which is on mute and music is playing. Bill likes me to keep his cock moist in my mouth. Gentle sucking. His massive hand at times pulling the back of my head towards him until my face is buried in his pubic hair. The putrid smell of his manliness still makes me feel like I'll throw up but I don't. "Good Gurl," Bill encourages as his sweaty hairy balls bounce against my chin and from his thick hairy bush the pungent odor waifs up my nostrils killing my brain cells. Once he's nice and hard he pulls on my ears and has me stand up instructing me to bend over the sofa with my ass sticking out. Immediately I comply. I'm so submissive on the outside and so disgusted in my mind. Bill talks to Brutus saying, "This is a fine hole Brutus. Maybe she'll be bad one day and both you and Atlas can drop a load in her. Maybe breed her into getting dog pregnant. I shudder. Bill is now standing behind me lifting my skirt up displaying the shocking pink panties I'm wearing. "I'm going to have a nice fuck in your hole but first a good spanking," Bill asks? "you'd like that right? And I answer in my now always, gurly voice, "Yes, Sir." I can feel the heat on my ass as I am now crying when Bill pulls down my panties and continues a bit longer. Then he deflates the plug, pulls it out of my hole and as I learned it always gets inserted it into my open mouth. "Now get that cleaned gurl," he commands. My only sound is slurping the plug. Bill spanks my ass a few more times saying he thinks I fuck better with a hot ass. The pressure from his fat prick pushes against my already gaping hole as he slides into me. It always feels so violating. A man's hard cock inside me, pulsating, throbbing and then I know I'm supposed to fuck it. Inside me. Penetrating me. Owning me. Slaving me. Bill likes to just stand still as I bump my hole over and over on his cock. When he's in deep his belly lays on my ass cheeks reminding me how disgusting he is. The hair on his body touching my smooth hairless body always make me shiver. Bill reaches around and plays with my left breast as I fuck him and he slaps my right cheek over and over. "You are one lucky gurl. I have a full load to breed you with," Bill's forehead sweat drips on my back. He spanks my ass harder and I obediently fuck him harder. And then I can feel his cock tightening, I know his balls are about to explode and they will shoot massive wads of cum up into my body. Sticky cum I'll have to taste later. As he cums he spanks my ass hard and bangs me making my head bounce on the back cushion and says, "gurly cum" and I uncontrollably start to cum as well still not knowing why I respond to those words every time. Why I have such a penetrating thought of his cum inside me and the ability to feel it gush I don't know why, but I do. And why I cum when he tells me too is also weird. I expect this to be the end but instead Bill says, "Gurl, I have a belly full of piss from all those beers and I'm going to shoot it up inside you. So much you'll feel it in your throat when I'm done." Bill continues, "And when I'm almost done, I will pull out. Don't leak even a drop, pull up your panties, turn around, get down and suck the last of it out as you clean my cock. Understand gurl?" "And from this day on I will piss either in you hole or down your throat. You are a piss slave. If any of the others ask you will say you asked me too. Understand." "Yes Sir, I shudder." And almost immediately I feel his hot heavy piss stream pushing his sperm further up my hole. It's like a hose filling me with his urine. This has never happened before. I want to vomit. My hole is his toilet and now after what he has said this is only the start. After what seems like forever Bill begins to pull out and I know what I must do next. I squeeze my ass muscles to close my sphincter. I've learned this whenever one of the men cum in me but this is the first time I am filled with pee. I feel bloated but with pee not food. Reaching down I pull my panties up, turn, kneel. Bill pulls the butt plug out of my mouth and pulls my mouth over his cock. As always, I can't stand the smell of cock and nearly gag but the Bill almost fills my mouth with the last of his pee. My first taste of urine and my body quivers in disgust. I know I'm not allowed to swallow until given permission. As Bill pulls his cock from my mouth, I closed my lips around his disgusting fluid and to add insult he squirts a little into each of my nostrils, the stench filling my entire sense of smell. I stand, curtsy, let my skirt drop as Bill says, "Swallow." And I swallow his waste feeling it down my throat and into my belly. Bill's piss is deep inside me now. I can feel it, taste it, smell it everywhere. It's acrid taste only made worst by his urine permeating my nostrils. "Now waddle out of here and get me another beer. Don't ask when you can empty yourself. I'll tell you when, Bill snidely says with a smirk I can barely see since I'm focused on his cock that has just spilled cum and piss inside me. Embarrassed I waddle to the kitchen to get his beer. I'm sure I can feel his piss sloshing inside me though it's more in my mind that actuality probably. Keeping my sphincter closed as I walk even accentuates my girly waddle. My mouth feels like a urinal that has never been cleaned. The odor prevails and I return to the living room all three men are gathered. After I give Bill his beer John hands me a joint, he's been smoking. They've made me use pot, poppers, cocaine and even snort heroin. I'm often so fucked up I can barely remember Carl inside me anymore. Bill motions me to come over and lie over his lap. My tears nearly start the minute I know I'll be spanked. "You forgot to curtsy," Bill reprimands as I submissive lie over his knees. My body filled with his cum and pee, Bill continues to degrade me spanking me till I'm crying and beginning to shiver. Afraid I may leak and suffer even a worse punishment. The dogs. "Now stand up and tell the guys what you asked me to do," Bill chortles. I stand up, my cheeks wet from tears and say, "I asked Bill to pee in me after he came in my hole." "And she asked me to save some for her mouth. Right Carla?" Inside I wanted to run away but just then Bill called Brutus and Atlas over. "Right Carla?" I meekly replied "Yes Sir" and curtsied.