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A River of Surprises chapter 9 I was glad to be home, but no sooner had I gone in through my front door, my house phone started ringing. How can I explain this to you, It had become such that just hearing the phone ring when I was at home sent nervous spasms through into my stomach and this was no exception. I picked it up, answering softly and cautiously, unable to keep the tremulous edge out of my voice. "Hello." My heart was pounding already, was it him? "Richie, it's Mrs Davies here, we saw you coming home, tea is on the table and the kettle is boiling. I'll leave the back door open for you." I was taken aback by her voice and her assertive manner and I struggled to find some sort of delaying excuse. "Ohh, umm, hello Mrs Davies, I, I've just come in, I was going to have a shower and......." She interrupted me. "I've just told you that tea is on the table Richie; you can shower later, now come along quickly before it stews. We are here waiting for you." She put the phone down before I could answer and I was left stuttering into nothingness. Replacing the receiver, I glanced in the mirror, something, I had avoided all day. I looked foolish and effeminate and yet for some inexplainable reason I stupidly found myself quickly brushing my now almost shoulder length hair into some sort of tidiness. I told myself that at least I was trying to portray some sort of respectability to these long family friends. I took a deep breath, I wasn't looking forward to this one little bit, I just wanted to be on my own right now. It wasn't that I didn't know them, they had been close friends with my mother and father, we had been neighbours for as long as I could remember and they had often baby sat me when I was small, in fact I had spent many hours with the both of them. It was just that I now felt embarrassed and ashamed about my appearance and in reality, I was terrified that they would say something about my stupid breasts, which I was sure that she had noticed the day before. I walked slowly up my back garden path to the gate that was in the hedge between both our gardens. Opening it, my nerves causing my tummy to turn summersaults, I made my way back down their garden path to the back door, it was ajar. "Hello?" my voice was small as I walked in, the heat from the range hitting me as I entered. "Ah, there you are, now go and sit down by George." She seemed large and almost curiously intimidating, standing there in the middle of the kitchen. Her brother, George, was sitting on the two-seater settle by the kitchen table, on which was laid out the makings of afternoon tea. He was staring at me, which I found quite disconcerting. George Davies was in his late sixties, heavily built, with a scruffy beard and he took up more than half the space on the settle. Reluctantly I squeezed in where she had said, beside him, his close body contact making me feel extremely uncomfortable. She smiled oddly and sat on the kitchen chair to my other side, at the end of the table and began to pour out the tea. "Don't you think he looks pretty George?" She spoke across me and I froze, a blush lighting up my cheeks. "Yea, but he looks like he's a bit hot too Edith." They were talking about me as if I wasn't there. She looked at me closely, I was extremely flushed now and in truth I was baking hot in that kitchen and even hotter with him right beside me. "Take that fleece off Richie, you look like you're going to faint." It wasn't a suggestion. "It. it's ok, I, I'm ok," I squeaked. George's deep, gruff voice beside me, shook me. "You heard what she said boy, do what you're told and take it off." Somehow, I suspected that they weren't that worried about me overheating. I guessed that what I had dreaded was happening and I couldn't do anything to stop it! I looked at her beseechingly, but I could see no favour, so In an embarrassed reluctance I unzipped my fleece, glancing across at her again when I had done so. "Right off Richie, quick about it before you faint, come along, pass it here to me." She was more assertive than I had heard her since my childhood. I went to carefully slip it off, but to my horror, they both grabbed a hold of my fleece and roughly pulled it off me. Suddenly, shockingly, there I was, in the clinging white lycra tee shirt, my breasts more than obvious, my nipples protruding hugely. There was silence for a moment, my face on fire, I felt like I would die of embarrassment, my hands doing their best to hide my unmistakable breasts. "Well, well, well, what have we got here then?" His voice was low, his calloused hand suddenly sliding up, pushing my hand to one side as he slid his over and around my right breast, grazing my nipple as he spoke. It made me gasp, a quiver running through me at his touch, my body trembling, my face burning fiercely. "Doug did tell you, didn't he George." I froze a second, nervously glancing across at her, shocked and confused by her words whilst trying to push away George's continuing touch. She could see my shock and she looked smug. "Tell him Edith." George held my hand down to my side and slid his other hand back over my breasts as I squirmed in the tight space. "We've known you all your life Richie, we saw how your mother brought you up and we helped and advised her. We would often spend evenings discussing you and making suggestions. When we looked after you, we put that into action with a little grooming and implanting ideas. We all knew that you started dressing up in your mother's clothes and we would suggest what things she should leave out, just to catch you and of course you fell right into it as we knew you would. It proved to her that what we told her, you were." She spoke as if she was talking to a child, each word jarring me and horrifying me. "You were always going to be a little sissy, it was what we wanted and we made sure and we helped things along, didn't we Edith?" George was trying to push his hand up under my tee shirt and I struggled in shock at their words, whilst also trying my best to stop him. "We were just planning what our next move could be, when your parents, our friends, tragedy came." She paused looking to see if I was taking it all in. I was more than distracted trying to stop George from pushing his hand under my tee shirt. Her shout made me jump. "For Christ sake let George take that fucking thing off you, you little sissy and listen to me." I'd never heard her swear before, all my life and that, together with her angry shout made me stiffen with fear. "Oh, for God's sake, here George I'll give you a hand." With that, the two of them, manoeuvred me between them, pulling my tee shirt off over my head freeing my bouncing, screaming breasts and leaving me naked from the waist up. George's hands were instantly all over my breasts, his fingers finding, flicking and tugging at my nipples. I was in a whimpering mess almost instantaneously, whimpering as I wriggled and squirmed to his touch. "George has known Doug for years; they are very good friends. He often came to visit us and his family has supplied us with oil for the boiler longer than I can remember. In fact, we introduced him to you when you were just a boy. We were looking after you, your parents were away and we invited him over to meet you. We told him all about you, we knew that he'd like you. Don't you remember sitting on his knee as he bounced you up and down. I so wished we had you in a skirt then, I think we all did, we dreamed about that for years, but it's never too late is it?" She smirked as she finished. I was aghast, completely shocked. She wasn't expecting a reply and anyway I couldn't find my voice as George's ministrations were leaving me in a whimpering mess. "It's funny we planned things for years and in the end, things happen almost by accident. Doug has become your Daddy now and he's turning you into his little gay sissy, isn't he? He's even got you wearing skirts and sexy undies for all of us." I struggled under George's constant teasing, barely taking in and hardly able to believe what she was saying. Suddenly George swung his head down and clamped his mouth over my right nipple and the feeling that went through me as he sucked it into his mouth, turned me into jelly, making my little penis tingle in a crazy uncontrolled madness. "You love that don't you, sissy girl?" She was suddenly right by me, her voice hissing in my ear. I couldn't speak there were only whimpering moans coming out of my mouth, the feeling as he sucked my nipple deep in his mouth making me lose control completely and turning me to putty in their hands. She roughly dragged the table to one side and pulled me to my feet, then they proceeded to strip me bare, between them. I was powerless to stop them, my mind buzzing in a mixture of weakness, together with a deep inbred obedience to these people who I had always been brought up to look up to. Naked, George dragged me up the stairs, following her into the room that I had often slept in as a child. There were clothes laid out on the bed, they had obviously been prepared for me. She sat herself down heavily on a chair that was beside the bed. George might have been old, but he hadn't lost his strength, he literally lifted me up, physically turning me over and plonking me face down over her knees. He kept his hand behind my neck holding me down. I didn't thrash about and struggle, you might have thought that I would have, should have done even. How can I explain, understand that I had been made to respect these people for years, they were just like second parents to me. I couldn't fight with them, it would be wrong and somehow, I just didn't want to hurt them, it would be like hurting my own Mother. Instead, I just whimpered and begged them. "Please, please, Mrs Davies, Please, let me go please, I, I don't want this, I, I don't want any of it." She started spanking me then, every few strokes punctuated by a few words. "I've been wanting to do this for years you little sissy." "I told your mother to do it, but no, well I'm going to be your Mummy now and you'll do whatever I say, understand sissy girl?" My poor bottom had become so soft recently and I had been brought to tears so many times under Doug Daddy's hand that it didn't take her long to have me in the same state. She paused, resting her hand on my heated bum. "Are you going to be a good little girl?" I was terrified, this was the woman who'd been involved in my upbringing and now I was across her knees and she was spanking me. She had my poor bum on fire and I couldn't argue, I felt I'd been broken unfathomably easily. "Yess," I squeaked. "Yes Mummy, I am going to be a good girl and I will do whatever you tell me Mummy. Say it." Her voice was loud and his hand pushing my head further down as she spoke. My breasts were swinging, my bottom raising up in reaction, bare and defenceless, for her. I had no choice. "Yes Mummy, I am going to be a good girl and do whatever you tell me Mummy." I managed to remember and hurriedly whimpered the words. "I've wanted you as our baby girl for years, now you're going to be." "Let's get our baby girl dressed George." I suppose I was too compliant, but there was no fight in me and I was confused, my emotions all over the place. They were both strong, beefy people, originally from farming backgrounds whilst in reality, I had always been a small person. He moved quickly, I had no idea what pure brawn he had and In moments I found myself lying on my back on the single bed. Between them, either side of the bed, they lifted me and adjusted my position, my struggles negligible as they put me in an adult size disposable nappy. How many times can you die of shame before you become numb? A pair of pink plastic pants followed enclosing it and me totally and on top of that a frilly pink satin baby pants with elastic hems was the ultimate shame. It made me feel completely humiliated and yet, I found myself wriggling in an inexplainable and weirdly submissive arousal. They sat me up then and pulled a matching, baby's style petticoat, on over my head. The feel of it fuelled my quivering, its satin cool against my skin. They hadn't finished however and to my complete horror she produced a lavish pink baby dress. I tried my best to wriggle away from them then, but his grip was like steel as he held me so that she could get the dress on me. She pulled it down over the petticoat and zipped it up behind my neck and I looked down at myself in abject humiliation, the dress only came halfway down my bum. George held me there by my shoulders as she pulled my arms out towards her, then slapping my hands, she told me to hold them out straight, which I stupidly did. I whimpered and shook as she took her time putting me in a pair of the strangest baby mittens, which seemed to completely disable my hands. They weren't finished, however and they repeated the process, George's steel grip still holding me tightly as she strapped a pair of baby style bootees on my feet. It all caused my humiliation to soar to heights I could never have imagined, yet the sense of restriction was doing weird things to me fuelling my submissiveness. "Keep her there while I get her bottle." She was abrupt, an order to him which he followed implicitly. As soon as she left, his hand moved, seeking my breast through the baby clothes making me squeak and squirm, my tummy tightening. Yet my wanton nipples had a will of their own making me react to his roaming hand. I couldn't think straight anymore, I was just lost in his grip. I have to admit though, that I am not sure if I could have been able to run for it, even if I had been thinking straight or even if they had left me alone. As it was, I couldn't have been less mobile if they had tied me up. On her return she saw what he was doing and chuckled, then sat in the chair once more. He moved his position and more or less lifted me off the bed onto her lap. To my disgust I realised her intention was to more or less force feed me a large baby bottle. It was full of a liquid that looked like milk and the teat was quite huge, a bit like the sort of thing I'd once seen them feeding lambs with. I struggled to stop her, but it was a battle she didn't let me win and the big teat was eventually forced into my mouth. It was the weirdest milk I have ever tasted. With the teat wedged deep in my mouth and with threats as she pinched my nose and my leg, I eventually sucked it all down. It made me feel nauseous, full, burpy and then gradually, very sleepy. "Let's get her in her cot for a couple of hours George." "Remember she's going out with Doug tomorrow love." His reply was a loud whisper. "Don't worry, we'll give him a ring in a minute and send her home in an hour or so when she wakes up. I had to do this George, I have waited too long for it and now I want to see how she fits in her cot." They more or less carried me then, out of the bedroom and across the landing, opening a door to a room that I had never been allowed in before. Sleepily, I could see why. It was furnished like a nursery with an adult sized cot right in the middle. The side of the cot was down and between them they lifted me into it. There were straps to the four corners of the cot and on the end of each was a clipped hook which they quickly hooked to metal rings that were on my mittens and bootees, adjusting them so that I was tightly held, lying there on my back. "Now you little sissy baby girl, it's nap time and this will help you relax and sleep for Mummy." If things weren't bad enough, I was horrified when I saw her produce the dummy, a big, big dummy, no surely not, surely this horrible humiliation was enough without that. Pinching my nose, I couldn't stop myself opening up for her and when I did, she pushed it in through my lips. It filled my mouth like a gag and just like the penis gag he, Daddy, had used on me, she fastened its accompanying strap around behind my head to hold it in place. It left me with no way of pushing it back out, leaving me with no alternative but to suck on it. I remember then, the cot side being pulled up, the curtains drawn and the door closed, leaving me alone in the shadows, in a struggling fearful contemplation. I tried my best to pull at my ties, but they were so tight I couldn't move and weirdly my struggles completely exhausted me. Though I battled, my eyes became heavy, as I battled to keep myself awake in the semi darkness. Sleep obviously must have come as the next thing I knew the door was open again, the light coming on bringing me to blinking consciousness. "Time to get up baby girl." She grinned nastily; I had never seen her like that before, not that I had noticed anyway. "George, come here and give me a hand with her." George appeared in the door behind her, I didn't like the expression on his face, the sort he used to use if I had been disobedient when I had had to stay with them in my youth. Between them they pulled down the side of the cot that I was in and releasing the clips holding me there on my back, they pulled me up into a sitting position. I suddenly felt a desperation to pee and tried to wriggle off the cot, she stopped me. "Does baby want to pee pee mmm?" she was smirking as she took the dummy from my mouth. My lips making a plopping sound as she pulled it out. I couldn't meet her eyes I was too embarrassed. "You do her bootees George and I'll do her mittens." They proceeded to remove them as I just sat there stupidly and in growing desperation. When they had finished, it felt odd, my hands and feet suddenly cold. "Normally you wouldn't be going anywhere sissy boy, I've waited a long time for this, but because you have a date tomorrow you've got to go home. Think of this as a taster, next time you'll be here it will be for a lot longer." She was almost aggressive as she spoke. "Your shoes are by the kitchen door; you'd better be careful with your clothes baby, keep them clean and make sure that you bring them back with you next time! Or I'll have to have words with your Daddy. Now fuck off." She pulled me off the cot as she finished. I felt odd, the nappy between my legs stopping me from standing properly, the sleepiness from whatever sort of thing she had given me earlier still affecting me. "You heard her sissy, now fuck off home, before she changes her mind." George opened the bedroom door as he spoke. Trying to contain my desperation to pee and to pull myself together I went, I couldn't run, I just stumbled. Out and down the stairs, my shoes were at the back door as she had said and I hurriedly wriggled my feet into them before opening the backdoor. I looked out hesitantly, it was dusk, but there was a terrible fear gripping me, the fear of being seen outside dressed more or less as a baby girl. I took a deep breath then rushed, that is I went as quickly as I could, considering what I was wearing and that I was desperate to pee. Up their back garden path, through the gate in the hedge, then waddling back down my back garden path, in through the back door and straight up the stairs. I was desperate, It was a nightmare. I pulled the frilly pants down to my ankles, followed by plastic pants and then with a struggle to get out of the nappy, I roughly pulled the sticky tabs to release it. I finally pulled it from between my legs and plonked myself on the loo peeing in a long relief. Goodness knows how long I sat there, I couldn't think straight, my head going round and round in circles. One thing I did know, whatever doubts that I might previously have had, I was now even more convinced that I had to get away. When I went on my holiday next Tuesday, I would use the time to plan on moving away completely, at least for a while. I had been shocked by what had happened this evening and deeply shocked by what they had said. They had been like second parents to me, heavily involved in my upbringing and to think that they had been conspiring, grooming and persuading my mother and all the while planning to do unspeakable things to me. All of it going on since I was just a young boy! It explained a lot about Daddy, Doug and what he knew about me too. It was a real shock and was causing a confusion and twisting my thoughts. The people that I trusted and who were so close to me growing up and whom I had been made to respect totally, had all the time been trying to mould me, for god knows what reason. I ditched the nappy but stupidly pulled the plastic pants and frilly baby pants right back up, before I headed out onto the landing. I didn't want to go into my mother's bedroom or my bedroom, so I went into the single bedroom and there I slowly, tremblingly, yet for some stupid reason, carefully, took the clothes off. I can't explain why I did it so slowly and carefully. I was telling myself that it must have been because there was an obedience and respect for the Davies's which was instilled within me. Somehow and stupidly I still felt that I didn't want to disappoint them and also in truth, the clothes were instilling a powerful feeling of sexual submission within me. I tried to ignore the fact, though, but in reality the clothes were actually teasing me into an idiotic tingling arousal. I found myself conscientiously laying the baby things out on the single bed as I took them off, the frilly satin panties and plastic pants, the last things that I removed. Finally, naked, I almost tiptoed across the landing to my bedroom, switching the light on as I went in. Entering the room, I almost jumped out of my skin, there was a man there, in my bed! My heart was in my throat for a second and then I remembered, it was only the sex doll, Tom. He was lying there looking at me with those piercing blue eyes again. Calming myself, I almost smiled at him, what an idiot I am, I put on my nightie and panties under his watchful eye then climbed into bed beside him. "Night, night, Tom." I said it out loud smiling to myself, silly bugger. "Kiss me." The words floated into my head again as I went to snuggle down. I looked at him, I'm sure that he didn't speak, but it puzzled me and it made me think. Was I going mad, what was wrong with me imagining voices in my head like this? "Kiss me." The thought just kept going round in my head, I'm sure that it was only a thought, I'm sure he hadn't said it, but once there I couldn't get it out of my mind, it sort of stuck. I kept thinking about and then I turned to look at him. Look at him! I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have looked at him, I really shouldn't have looked at him. Because when I did, I couldn't take my eyes off his face, those eyes, those damn eyes. Suddenly, insanely, I wanted to be naughty and to do what I imagined he had told me, to kiss him. I rolled over against him, leaning across him, unable to stop looking into his face, into those piercing blue eyes which just seemed to suck me in and then there was that mouth with its waiting tongue. I know it is crazy to say it but it was as if he, was talking to me. I was lost before I realised it, I couldn't stop myself. I slid my hand down over his cock, it was so stiff almost alive, my heart was pounding and unable to think I slipped a leg over his, my arm across him, my bouncing breasts touching his chest, grazing my eternally hungry nipples as I brought my mouth to his and kissed him. I must have pulled him over as I did so, rolling him on his side to face me and then before I knew it he rolled right over, on top of me. My legs were apart and he was between my legs, heavy on me. I didn't mean it, didn't plan it, but in a natural reaction my legs wrapped around him and suddenly I was doing my best to hump up against him. My little penis, was still maddeningly flaccid, but it was tingling madly and I wanted to come desperately. It all fuelled my movements until gradually I was hugging him tightly to me, his cock stiffly between us rubbing teasingly over my little panty enshrouded penis. So desperate was I to come, I kept up my gasping kisses, sucking on his tongue, which was filling my mouth, my arms around him, holding him to me, my demanding breasts squashed between us as I moved under him until suddenly, as my arousal grew, I found myself panting to him as I clasped him tightly to me. "Ohh, ohh, Tom, I love you Tom, I love you...." My words seemed to set off vibrations pulsing from his great stiff cock, making me whimper and moan as I writhed against it and there it was, suddenly between my legs, between my cheeks, only my panties between us. I had lost my mind his weight crushing me down his vibrating cock teasing me to insanity. I am so embarrassed thinking back, but my arousal and need was such that I had really lost my mind. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, it was only a dummy, or doll or whatever. Needless to say, I didn't come, instead I just drove myself silly until I finally tired, relaxed my grasp and gave up exhausted. In the end I just lay there overpowered by his weight, drained, my legs still spread under him, I didn't even have the strength to move and I finally gave in and went to sleep. The next morning when I awoke, I found that I was still beneath Tom who was more than half on top of me. I felt a little disgusted with myself, but then, I told myself again, he is only a doll and anyway nobody can see. I lay there a while, his weight pressing me down, feeling warm almost held and not really wanting to move. I was not looking forward to what the day ahead had in store for me. Suddenly I heard the sound of my phone messenger going off downstairs, it was a warning and I knew it. Reluctantly I dragged myself out from under him, got out of bed and stumbled down the stairs to find it. It was in the hallway where I had left it when I had come home from work. There was a list of 20 messages, all from him, I hesitated fearfully before opening them, then pushed myself to look. The first ten were him asking where I was and threatening if I didn't reply to him. He must have found out where I was then as he changed his tack and asked if I had enjoyed my evening's entertainment! Finally, his last messages were instructions for today. Instructions that made me want to scream with the thought of such impending humiliation, yet insanely, my heart was suddenly beating like mad. I was to bring my boat to the fuelling barge at ten thirty and for every minute I was late, he said that I would be spanked. The thought and memories of his spanking stupidly sent me into a quivering mixture of nerves and arousal. Attempting to calm myself I read on. In the next message he went into what I was to wear. The low scooped neck, white floral blouse with the red, flared and pleated miniskirt together with sheer black panties and the stockings and suspenders. My heart was pounding, my tummy turning somersaults and my stupid nipples painfully stiff, as I read his words and thought about it. I read on, to top it all he also said that I was to wear the heels with straps and buckles that he had made me wear on our walk the week before and to make sure that I use the locks when I put them on. Lastly, he wanted me in full makeup and with the damn collar around my neck. His words turned me to jelly as usual, I hated him, I hated him and yet! I was getting more and more confused lately. Come on, pull yourself together, just get over this weekend, play along and don't annoy him and then Monday night after work I would be off, to deepest quietest Wales to hide, well away from him. I looked at the clock, it was 8.30 already, I'd have to get going if I was to keep on his good side. I made myself a cup of tea and then gulped down one of the thick shakes before heading to the shower and sorting myself out the way he had ordered. My hair was annoying me and getting in the way, so struggling to think, I twisted it into a loose ponytail and slipped an elastic scrunchy over it, to hold it in place, at least temporarily. The stockings and suspenders with the sheer panties, sent me as always, into a quivering jelly like state, hardly before I even started. The blouse doing nothing to hold my breasts and showing a cleavage that was impossible. The elasticated hem of the scooped neckline teasing my nipples unmercifully. I did my makeup next, unable to stop myself peeping down at my stocking tops as I did it, then I put on the collar. I buckled it around my neck, hardly thinking before I dropped the lock into the buckle and squeezed it shut unthinking and in a soaring mad submissiveness that immediately gripped me. I pulled on the skirt, It did nothing much to hide, only to enhance. Bending, I slipped on the heels, my hands trembling like crazy, I wrapped the straps around my ankles, buckling them tightly before once again picking up the locks and with a soaring heartbeat, clicking them in place. It hadn't occurred to me that he hadn't mentioned the locks and I have no idea why I had done it, but in a last minute's flash of sense I thought about it and picked up the keys, taking them with me. I decided that I would unlock them later, on the boat. It was only when I got into the car, that I suddenly realised, what the hell was I was doing? I would be seen going to my boat! The embarrassment rushed through my veins, I glanced at the time on the car dashboard, it was five past ten. Fuck, fuck, fuck, there was no time now, to do anything about it, I should have used my head I should have thought about it before. I was in a fearful state of nerves, my nerves were a mess all the time lately, but this was worse. Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself I steeled myself for the impending embarrassment and started the car. Driving to the beach where I kept my dinghy, I parked and peered about to see if there was anyone there to see me. There was no one on the beach, but there were a couple of boats at their moorings with families on board, they were obviously preparing for a day out on the river. Taking a deep breath and keeping my head down, I just managed to get my dinghy in the water, the heels making it horribly awkward. In the end I managed to get into the dinghy, but it was a struggle and I knew that I was flashing my undies terribly as I did it, but I had no alternative. Finally, I managed to get out alongside my boat, hopefully without attracting too much attention. Time was very much against me now though, so without thinking about my appearance I quickly got the engine running, dropped the mooring and I headed down the river as fast as I could. They were both standing on the pontoon as I came around the corner, I might have guessed that doctor, Uncle, would be with him, but then a vain hope began to grow in the back of my mind. Perhaps this was it, doctor, Uncle, was going to reverse the operation and get rid of my insane breasts. It was twenty to eleven when I came alongside the pontoon in a complete rush, wildly throwing them my ropes in my hurry. They tied up the boat temporarily, him gesticulating to me to join them as he finished. With my usual nervous reluctance and a soaring heartbeat, I climbed down onto the pontoon and stood in front of him, my face burning in the shame and humiliation of him looking at me. "You're late and you know what I said would happen if you were late." He sounded gruff, grumpy. I felt terribly nervous, but I tried my very best to appease him, I nodded, "Ys Daddy, I, I'm sorry Daddy." I couldn't stop the quiver in my voice. "Where's my kiss then, get it into your stupid head that I always expect you to kiss me when you see me." Swallowing my reluctance, knowing that there would be even more trouble if I didn't do what he said and thinking of Tuesday, I went up to him and standing on tiptoes lifted my face to kiss him. His was his usual open mouthed kiss, his tongue as always thrusting into my mouth as he turned my kiss into a vile sexual snog. I am sure that he could feel my body reactions as he held me hard against him and when he finally released me, he was smirking in contempt. "Now go and give your uncle a nice kiss too so we can get goin." His voice had a sexual edge to it. The Dr, Uncle, was leering at me wickedly, his hands reaching out for me me. I took a deep breath, stepping forward and I reluctantly kissed him, again trying to focus on Tuesday to take my mind off what they were making me do. Only a couple of days, Tuesday and this will be all over and gone. He slid his hand around my quivering breast, as his mouth glued over mine, gently lifting my breast and pressing his palm against my continually stiff and tingling nipple. His touch dominating my head and turning me to jelly. "Cmon girl stop flirting, we got to get goin," I heard Daddy, Doug shouting loudly from the wheelhouse. Uncle broke his kiss and pushed me, guiding me around, on trembling legs, back towards the boat, his hand under my skirt, on my bum once again, as I went to climb awkwardly back onto it. I ended up almost falling into the cockpit, heels going one way, my skirt flipping up, my breasts bouncing, my embarrassment soaring as they both laughed. By the time that I got myself sorted, uncle had untied the boat and we were swiftly motoring back up the river away from the pontoon. It was obvious that we were in a hurry, because the engine was racing and as I held on tightly, I noticed him gesticulate to the doctor. They swapped positions, uncle, doctor, took over the helm and Doug turned to me. "Right, git down in the cabin girl, you got a spankin owin." He grabbed my arm, I'd almost forgotten how strong he was and he pulled me to the companionway steps, thrusting me down them ahead of him. In seconds he was sitting on the port berth, his hand gripping my wrist and pulling me towards him. I knew that it would be futile trying to fight him, I knew that I would only get hurt, perhaps break something in my boat and yet still get spanked. So, telling myself to just grin and bear it until Tuesday, I gave in and quietly let him pull me over his knees. His arm slid over my waist as he adjusted me across his lap, my head nearly down to the cabin floor, my breasts, dangling freely inside my loose top. I felt him lifting the hem of my skirt, it made me quiver, wriggling in suspense. His hand touched me teasingly over my bum as he stroked me over my stocking tops and my thin nylon panties. He stopped, his hand resting on my bum, I could feel the heat of it through the sheer material it made my heart pound rapidly in my chest and I couldn't stop myself from whimpering. "I told ya not to be late girl, didn't I?" He paused a second. I gasped a quiet yes, a horrible expectation flowing through me. "I told ya, Ya'd be spanked did'n I?" "Ysss Daddy." I couldn't help it, I was losing control and I was almost crying already. "Yea, an I said once for evry minute ya was late did'n I?" "Ppleease Daddy, I I am sorry Daddy." I was quivering so much now, my voice was but a soft bleat. "An ya was eleven minutes late wasn't ya girl?" "Ohh Pleease please Daddy, I I'm sorry I'm really sorry Daddy." My heart was fluttering madly and I was wriggling on his lap "That's eleven stokes in't it girl?" "Ohh noo please noo, ohh Daddy please" I could feel tears in my eyes already. "An I want ya to thank me after each one girl, unerstan?" I couldn't speak, I was whimpering, my nerves overcoming me. "UNERSTAN?" His shout made me jump, a jerk across his knees. "Ys Dadday ys." The words were an instant reaction. "An if you miss any I'll add on an extra spank for each one, unerstan girl?" And so he began, that mixed erotic spanking, his free arm over my body, holding me against him, his free hand snaking under me, pressing on my pubis, teasing my little penis by pushing it up between my legs in the tight cocoon of my sheer panties. "Oww." The first was swift and hard. "Thnk you Daddy." I managed to gasp. There was a pause before the next one, dragging out the suspense. "Owwww." I wriggled at the sting "Th, thnk you Daddy," I managed to stutter. Then three hard stinging slaps close together. "Owww Owww Owww." Each one made me jump against his knees, "Oh, oh, t thnk you Daddy," I whimpered, then remembering his threat, "Thnk you Daddy, Thnk you Daddy." I managed to mumble the extra thanks. That was when his hand started moving against my pubis, pushing my little penis up and down in its tight nylon panty sleeve against my body. I immediately began to squirm, my body buzzing stupidly. He carried on, each slap interspersed with more massaging of his hand. I was losing count now, I couldn't concentrate, was it eight or nine, or was it seven? Each stinging slap was followed by his hand left resting on my twitching heated bum, then he would slowly slide his palm around my cheeks as his other hand continued its play between my legs. I was whimpering loudly now, was it a whimper or a soft moan, I'd lost track of numbers, lost track of counting. My body was so confused I was quivering in a mixture of feelings and suddenly I was lost my feelings flowing out like a waterfall. "Ohh Daddy, ohh Daddy Ohh.... Th, thank you, ohh daddy thank you, Ohh ohhh. I, I, Oh daddy ohhh, ohhhhhhh." I hardly knew where I was or what I was saying, my mind was in a fog of confusion, my early tears stopped, leaving my wet cheeks pink and flushed. I wasn't sure how many times he spanked me in the end, all I knew was that I was aroused beyond belief and teetering on the edge of an unbelievable climax. That was when he stopped, moving the play hand to my back, the spanking hand still laying on my hot bum and once again, I was left in denied begging frustration. It left me whimpering and wriggling on him. "I know ya loves that don't ya girl, almost as much as I loves doin it, now thank me agin nicely." It took me ages to steady my emotions, some small sense slowly returning, yet I know that I was feeling more submissive than I had ever felt. "Thnk you for s spanking me Daddy," I eventually managed to whimper. "Are ya goin to be a good girl an do as your told today?" His voice was low testing me. "Yess Daddy." I blurted it out without really thinking what I was saying. Seemingly satisfied he slid me gently off his knees and I slipped to the floor, my skirt still around my waist. I could hardly look up at him, my head mixed up, I was feeling ashamed of myself, yet the arousal was still bubbling through me. I noticed him stand and go over to his ever present and hateful rucksack. He pulled it open and rummaged inside it for a few seconds, then brought out another of his ever present drink bottles, full of pink liquid. The bottle caught my attention, I couldn't take my eyes off it, I don't know why it seemed to attract me so much. Almost immediately my mouth felt dry, a desperate thirst growing inside me and before I knew it I was licking my lips in a growing craving need. He looked down at me. "Do ya want ya bottle little girl?" I tore my eyes away from it a second, glancing up at him. "Yss." I croaked; I couldn't stop myself from looking back at the liquid. "Then ask me nicely girl, beg me for it like a good little slut." I couldn't take my eyes off the bottle, I had no idea why, I was actually panting. I seemed to have lost control a bit, it was all too confusing. "P, please Daddy, can I have my bottle. Pleease Daddy, plllease." Insanely, deep inside I really felt desperate for it and I wanted to beg for it now without a second thought. "Here you are slut." He held it out to me and I couldn't stop myself actually crawling over and taking it from him, my eyes never deviating from the full bottle. His hands grazed my maddening breasts as he gave it to me, my nipples immediately stiffening making me gasp. "Now go out to your place on the foredeck an drink it all up, show Daddy what a good little slut you are." I took the bottle, I am sure that I was dribbling, I know that my mouth was watering, then I struggled to my feet and with legs of jelly, I went up into the cockpit and out along the side deck, back to my place on the foredeck. As soon as I sat, I had the bottle in my mouth, pulling up the suck top and drinking it with a desperate insatiable thirst. It was only when I was two thirds of the way through it that it dawned on me that I was sitting there on the cabin top, dressed like that. My skirt still above my thighs, my stocking tops visible and my nipples protruding insanely through my top, for all the world to see. I should have been painfully humiliated and perhaps a little pang did go through me, but my head was so fuzzy and I couldn't seem to think straight. Instead, I just tugged the hem of my skirt down a little and peeped nervously around me as I finished the bottle. There were one or two boats about, but nothing close and anyway we were very nearly turning into the hidden little tributary. I half watched, unable to concentrate, it was like I was in a dream and before I knew it, we were anchored in the same little lagoon. "Cmon girl, git back ere an inta tha dinghy." His shout became a part of my dreamy reverie. I struggled back to the cockpit, I felt so weak, my legs like jelly, it was almost like an out of body experience. They helped me into the dinghy, the doctor with his arm around me holding me as Doug rowed us ashore. There we were again, the dinghy pulled up, the grapnel wedged in the bank and me between them, both holding me by my arms. I was vaguely aware of where we were going and somewhere in my head a brief notion was growing. Were they taking me back to the doctor's house to remove my crazy maddening mind bending breasts? It was a faint hope. We got to the division in the path and turned right, that was towards the house wasn't it? I mindlessly allowed them to guide me and sure enough, there it was. He, doctor, was first up the steps, opening the door and Doug half carried and half dragged inside after him. I remembered the big hallway from before and trying to walk properly I moved towards the office where we had previously gone. Doug stopped me, however, I glanced at him struggling to understand what was happening, but the doctor had walked past the huge central staircase and was opening a door behind it. We followed along behind him, through it, Doug guiding me from behind. Inside the door there were steps going down, down into some sort of cellar rooms. Not that it was creepy or anything, the walls were all newly plastered and freshly painted, the lights bright, illuminating a hallway with a couple of doors. We went through the first on the right. Inside was a table and a couple of chairs and there was another door opposite the one we had come in through. "Now strip girl." He stopped me, his voice harsh in my ear. For some reason that I cant explain, I immediately began removing my clothes, taking my top off first. That notion that I had about getting rid of my mind bending breasts was growing. Surely this was it, he was, he was, he was going to release me and remove my hypnotic breasts. "Come on, quick abat it bitch." I undid me skirt and it slipped to the floor, then I went to undo my stockings. "Ya can leave them bitch, just take ya panties off." I paused, glancing up at him. "Git a fuckin move on bitch." I took a deep breath, a flush of embarrassment beginning to bubble within me, then I slowly pulled my panties down, leaving them in a pile with my other clothes, on the floor. I stood there then, a nervousness developing, my head clearing. I was left wearing the collar, my suspender belt and stockings and the heels, oh and of course my anklet and the earrings which I had been wearing all along. The doctor grinned evilly as he looked at me before turning and opening the far door of the room. He walked through it, the lights were on inside, but they had a red glow and were much dimmer than those outside. Once again Doug pushed me after him. I fully expected to see an operating table and all the trappings of an operating theatre, not that I'd ever seen inside one. What I saw confused me, a sudden fear growing inside me and I stopped, turning to get back out of there. "No ya don't bitch." Doug grabbed me by the arm, his grip like a vice. Central to the room was a weird contraption, it was huge, a mixture of bars and sliding padded benches, the bars reaching up to the ceiling. "We better get er on it before she clears er head." I heard Doug's words to the doctor, though I didn't completely understand what he was saying, my head still fuzzy and confused. The next I knew, however, was that I was being lifted in the air, they were one each side of me, between them lifting me up almost as if I weighed nothing. They lifted me over the set of waist height horizontal bars on which there was a sliding padded table. It was shaped like a basic oblong seat about three feet along the length and two feet wide. There was an area near towards one end where the oblong was cut away at each side, leaving just a narrow piece in the middle, that part looking like a T shape. At the other end it appeared to widen with a growing gap between the side parts, like a Y shape. It was all covered in black rubber and was well padded. I struggled a bit in their arms, though not much as I was afraid that they would drop me. All the time a fear was growing inside me, the confusion and horror of the unknown, slowly spreading. They lay me down on my stomach on the weird shaped bench. Moving me down so that my ever sensitive breasts dangled through the two cut away parts, the lower part of the seat against my thighs, my stomach resting on the middle and my shoulders on the top end. As I came to a rest on the bench I began struggling and wriggling madly to get free, to get off it. Now was my chance, that is until I felt Doug's hand as he gave me a harsh, cracking smack on my bottom. It stung immensely making my insides jump and I gave out a squeal and I froze. "That'll learn ya, now behave or I'll belt ya good an proper bitch." I squeaked another whimpered squeak, as they grabbed that moment, those few seconds when I had stiffened in reaction to his smack. The belts went around my waist and just below my chest, then around my thighs and finally my shoulders. They were all belted and fastened so quickly, I hardly knew what was happening until I suddenly realised that I was secured in an unforgiving bondage. The only things free were my arms and my lower legs and I tried my best to kick at them whilst trying to feel around to free myself. It was futile however, with my body bound rigidly in place and at the mercy of these two strong men, my struggles were useless. Grabbing my wrists first, the ubiquitous cuffs were soon buckled on me and with embarrassing ease, they had my hands fastened behind my back. They each grabbed my legs then, first bending my knees and cuffing my ankles which they somehow tied back to the belt around my waist. They were taking their time now that I was unable to fight back, adjusting and fastening the belts so that my legs were held spread apart at my thighs. It was obvious that they were flushed and perspiring from their actions, but now that I was secured, they both seemed to be more relaxed, less hurried and taking their time. Struggling to look over my shoulder I could see Doug's eyes visibly raking over my imprisoned, barely clad body, a nasty leering grin on his face. "Comfy sissy?" I hated him. "Let me go, let me go," I babbled. I was exhausted from my attempt to stop them, then I thought I'd try another tack. "Please, umm please Daddy. Please let me go." Perhaps if I pandered to him, he would release me. He laughed, the sound sending an icy fear through me. "No way sissy, we got ya good now, there aint no escape. Ya see this is a real sissy trainer, a few hours on this and ya'll be a different girl. Ya'll be much more compliant an eventialy wantin cock all tha time. Won't she Doc?" His words sent ripples of horror through me. "Nooo, Nooo, you cant you cant, let me go, let me go." I heaved and pulled at my bonds, my whole body straining to get myself free. The doctor looked over at me and nodded, stopping what he was doing for a second and waiting for me to stop struggling. "Don't worry you will learn to love it baby." He smirked then and once again a cold chill went through me. "I think we should see how her tits are performing first Doug." Doug was smiling almost excitedly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this was a nightmare, a quiver went right through me and I suddenly realised that my poor breasts were dangling, terribly exposed and there was nothing I could do to protect them. I whimpered fearfully, starting to beg again as I watched them, but they were ignoring me. They had some sort of machine with pipes and wires and bottles attached to it, it had wheels on it and they wheeled it over beside me. "I'll give her a jab first Doug, it will encourage her to lactate." His words didn't make sense, my brain still wasn't quite taking in what they were saying, all I knew was that this all sounded very bad and I began wriggling again, pulling at my bonds. The doctor took his time preparing an injection and waiting until I stopped, which I soon did, only managing to exhaust myself further. Doug watched keenly as the doctor prepared my arm and finally gave me the injection that he had prepared. It stung, he was so slow administering it and I whimpered loudly as he did it. "There, that should do the trick baby, your titties will soon be ready to go." And he laughed coarsely as he finally pulled the needle out of my arm I've seen cows being milked, when I was just a boy, Edith and George Davies had taken me to someone's farm quite a few times and they had made sure that I had watched that, amongst other things. In some ways now that memory popped into my head and it confused me even more. Nervously I half watched them as they connected the wires from the machine to a grey box on the contraption that I was strapped to, before plugging the thing into a socket on the wall. Lights immediately came on and a buzzer buzzed loudly. Insanely it still hadn't dawned on me what was happening, the doctor started tapping away on a keypad beside me until, after a few minutes, strange noises started to come from the machine. They both kneeled down either side of me then, each taking one of the two tubes coming from the machine, each tube with a strange plastic bottle at its end. My nerves were screaming and I started struggling in my bonds again, wriggling and begging them to release me. It was freaking me out it was almost as if they couldn't hear me as they were totally ignoring me, in fact they were both just smiling lewdly. Both of them seemed focussed on what they were doing squeezing some sort of gel on the top of and into the strange bottles. I was fearful, yet hoping my fears would be unfounded, then to my absolute horror I watched them as they brought the bottles up to my dangling breasts. I squeaked, "Noo, Nooo, Noooo." Doing my best to lift my breasts from their approach, but I was strapped too tightly to move a centimetre and my tingling vulnerability soared. Horror upon horror, as the bottles, which I later learned were called teat cups, closed in on my breasts, until my nipples were sucked inexorably into them and they clamped themselves to me, my nipples drawn down inside them. The feeling was insanely erotic an almost instantaneous throbbing arousal starting to flow through me. My squeaks turned into whimpered moans, my entire body suddenly feeling stimulated in a tingling mad response to it, as a gentle rhythmical pulling began. They both stood up smiling. "I think she likes that Doug." They glanced at each other. "I'll turn it down to low now, whilst we set the rest up." Doug was nodding, but it was all a blur to my lost concentration, the pulling on my nipples sending me to insanity. How can I describe this contraption? Imagine a platform sliding on horizontal rails which are attached to a vertical frame at one end. I was bound to the platform, on my stomach with my legs held apart at the end closest to the vertical frame. The rails on which the platform ran were pivoted where they were attached against the vertical frame and able to raise at the end furthest away from the vertical frame. When the rails were raised at that one end the platform could slide by gravity down towards the pivot point, the vertical frame. My breasts hung down through the platform and beneath it the 'teat cups' dangled from my nipples, which were already elongated by the positive vacuum holding them inside the teat cups. In front of me below the rails and the frame, was a screen and to one side of the whole contraption was a control panel, again with its own display. I froze, my body stiffening once again as I suddenly felt Doug's hand between the cheeks of my bum, then I let out a fearful gasp when his fingers entered me and he started to lubricate me there. "N,Noo, s, stop noo, let me go, let me go," I squeaked as I struggled to find my voice again. He stopped, as quickly as he had started and I gasped with relief, thank god, now perhaps they would release me. The doctor was at the control panel still, tapping away at the keyboard. "Let me go, let me go," I squeaked. What was he doing, why wasn't he letting me go? He stopped and looked at me, smiling, before he reached for the platform to my side. He's going to do it, he's doing to release me, thank god. I felt myself relaxing, the tension going. His hand came to rest on a black knob that I hadn't noticed before, it was sticking out from the side of the platform. For a second I thought he was just teasing me, then he pulled the knob upwards and I had an immediate sensation of moving, the platform was free. I screwed my head around to look at him, confused. I didn't like the expression on his face as, almost with a flourish, he tapped once on his keyboard. Then to my horror one end of the rails began to slowly lift and the platform with me bound to it, began to slide back towards the frame. The tilting stopped just as suddenly as it started, in reality it was only a few inches, but that was enough for the platform to start to slide back and I became suddenly and frighteningly aware. I couldn't see the penis, but I could feel it, frighteningly realistic and stiff. They guided it between my spread cheeks, pushing its head, which felt warm and slippery, against me until it was just beginning to enter me. They stopped then, leaving me whimpering and quivering, the doctor returning to his keyboard. Doug manoeuvred the screen horizontally below me, so that I was looking straight down at it and the screen slowly came to life. "Like I said girl, this is your Uncle's new sissy trainer an your gonna really enjoy it ya lucky thing." I couldn't concentrate, his words flowing like water around me as I lay strapped there, wriggling, the intruder teasing. "You gonna explain it all to ya little niece Uncle?" His laugh was coarse, making me shiver. "Ok Doug, perhaps it will help her to enjoy it even more," Doctor's voice sounded close by my ear. I was panicking inside, but I was completely unable to do anything to stop them, I could hardly move and I was fighting against the penis. "So baby, this is how it works. First, in front of you is a screen to entertain you, so that you don't get bored, isn't that nice?" His grin was pure evil. "When I engage the computer, it will start by putting on a nice video for you before switching on your breast pumps." I squirmed and wriggled in horror at his words. "You will love them, they will be quite gentle, to begin with anyway." Again his laugh sent a chill through me. "I'm not sure if you will produce any milk, though you've had the right medication to get your lovely titties to start doing it, but girls sometimes need a course of gentle persuasion before there is any real production." I was screaming, "Nooo, nooo, stop it, take them off take them off, let me go." He waited until I'd tired myself before he went on with his evil description. "But that is just a side issue baby, the real thing is what is between your cheeks, playing with your boi cunt. I know that even now its tickling and teasing you and that you are fighting against it, I can see your buttocks clenched as you try to stop it. The computer will take its time, it will slowly tilt the platform, a centimetre at a time and of course you know that the only thing that is stopping you from rolling backwards on your lovely comfy little platform is it, him." He was kneeling beside me looking into my face as he spoke, enjoying my pained expressions and listening to my begging whimpers. "He is a lovely big stiff cock, very realistic and as more pressure comes on him, he will squeeze more of his lubricating pre cum into your desperate cunt. You'll keep trying to stop him, but you know that you want him really and eventually you WILL give in to him and he will enter you, then slowly and gradually you will eventually take his entire length. He will keep going until he is fully into you, his full dangling testicles against you and when they do touch you then, his computer mind will take over and take you for the best ride you've ever had!" He laughed as I begged him again, over and over, to let me go. "He'll fuck your brains out baby and fill your belly full of his cum and when he's finished, you'll love him forever and dream of being his again! And we will have it all on camera, all recorded and watched by all our subscribers, there is even a webcam above your video screen, so we can all watch your enjoyment you little slut" I was screaming, my voice hoarse as he stood up. He clicked a few things on his keyboard, then he and Doug turned and hurried from the room. Insanely I heard the door latch as it closed before the lights went off. I struggled there in the darkness for a few minutes before a number of muted lights came on around me and I suddenly felt as if I was on a stage. I craned my head around, dazzled by the lights, unable to see past them, then a new light drew my attention as the video screen came to life. The spiral started only a few feet from my face. Christ not one of those sissy hypno films, I hated them, they usually gave me a headache. But I'd forgotten, forgotten what he said would follow it. The sudden sucking on my nipples making my body stiffen in shock, a squeak escaping my lips. I wriggled, struggling, trying my best to lift myself up away from the teat cups as they claimed and teased my nipples, whilst all the time, I was struggling to concentrate on keeping my buttocks clenched. There was a slow soft buzz and I almost screamed as the bars moved again, tilting me another few inches upwards. The pressure on my rosebud was growing, growing by the second and now I began to feel a warm wetness squirting into me. I felt it starting to trickle down my perineum and over my scrotum. I whimpered loudly, struggling, trying my best to keep my buttocks clenched, but the sucking on my nipples had moved on, beginning a rhythmical sucking, a clicking noise coming from the machine as it did so. I could feel my nipples distending in response, they were as sensitive as I had ever felt them and inexorably it was making my body more and more aroused. I gasped, struggling to control myself, but as I attempted to distract myself, the video screen caught my attention drawing me in. Before I knew it, I was beginning to focus on the centre of the spinning spiral, flashing words and images melding together in front of me. There was that soft buzz again, it seemed distant, hardly worth noticing and the bars lifted another couple of inches. The pressure from my own body weight was focussed on my anus and the lifelike dildo that was insistently pushing to get into me, tiny squirts of lubricant emitting from it as it did so. I was struggling to concentrate, struggling to keep my bum tight, but my nipples were creating feelings inside me unlike anything I'd felt before and to make matters worse the screen was totally hypnotic. I felt myself being drawn in, the flashing images inside the spinning spiral making my head buzz and hardly before I realised it my muscles began to relax. It entered me almost before I realised it, I gasped, trying to tension my buttocks again, but it was too late. Inexorably I was slipping backwards onto it, it was making me squeak my whole body vibrating in a mixed confusion at the feel as it began to take me. Slowly, or so it seemed, it slid deeper and deeper into me and for a few horrific seconds I was terrified that it would never stop. The sensation of its rubbery testicles as they touched me just added to the mixture of sensations and confusion that was dominating my mind. My weight pushing against them seemed to activate something and suddenly the cock began to gently move in and out of me. Everything seemed to take its time, all so slow, the sucking of my nipples, the video drawing me deeper and deeper into its trance and the gradually increasing thrusting of the cock into me. I couldn't control it, couldn't control myself, it was gradually eroding all my natural thoughts making me capitulate in complete submission to it. I didn't realise how much I was moaning, the cocks showing on the screen making me dribble, my tongue over my lips wanting them, my nipples screaming in complete arousal my body now meeting the thrusting cock, my own little penis dribbling madly. The program of the thing brought me to a crazy untouched climax, the feel of it ejaculating deep inside me driving me over the top. It stopped and I hung there then, in unthinking exhaustion, waiting for it all to be disconnected, the cock still inside me and my nipples still distended by the positive vacuum of the machine. I waited and waited, slowly regaining my composure, the humiliation of it all gradually returning. It was a surprise, when there was a slight movement of the cock and I found myself holding my breath, stealing myself for its withdrawal, but it didn't. Instead the whole process began again, the ejaculate trickling around it lubricating me as it began to once again fuck me. I was a complete mess by the third session, parts of my body numb, yet soaked with a mixture of sticky pseudo cum and perspiration. I had no idea that I had been chanting that I love cock and I want cock, for the last fifteen minutes. The lights dazzled me as they came on, I was too far gone to talk, I was just aware they were there. They moved the screen, but my nipples were still in the cups and the cock still inside me. I could see him undoing his belt, just beside me and suddenly his cock was in front of me, completely stiff. "This is what ya want isn't it slut, now beg me to suck it." The cock began its gentle, slow thrusting again, the clicking of the suction machine growing. "Ohh ohh please please daddy, let me." I was gasping at the never ending sensations. "Please let me suck you daddy." I couldn't stop myself, it was like an instant reaction, it was all I could think about, obviously from the hypnotic video. He didn't need a second request, he thrust his cock into my mouth and I was sucking him in a stupidly mad mindless want, my entire body in an emotionally aroused madness. He timed his climax to coincide with the further enforced prostate orgasm that played with my body as if I was a toy, the whole thing causing me to collapse in complete spent exhaustion. I didn't feel the dildo being withdrawn or the nipple cups removed and I didn't feel them taking me off the machine. I just felt the comfort of clean sheets around me and the warmth of a duvet over me and I slept. They woke me later that afternoon, I had no idea where I was and the bedroom was completely alien to me. "Go an ave a shower, clean yself up and git dressed, we'll put ya clothes out for ya. Git a move on we'll be waitin for ya so we can ave our dinner." I blinked at him, trying to understand what he was saying. "Ya, heard what I said, the shower's down the corridor, now git a fucking move on." Doug watched as I struggled to get myself up out of bed, whilst Doc started looking through a chest of drawers that was on the other side of the room. My body was aching all over and I more or less limped out of the bedroom looking around for the bathroom as I went. I found it easily enough, there was no door on it and it was a wetroom with a loo and a basin across from the shower. The water took a little while to get hot but the initial cool jet succeeded in bringing me to my senses. A mixture of flushed embarrassment, horror and stupid hidden arousal was bubbling through me and I tried to shut the room with the machine out of my mind. My nipples though were another matter, they seemed thicker and more protruding without even being erect. I touched them as I washed and withdrew my hands immediately, the effect nearly making me swoon and loose my balance as I stood there. I went back to the room wrapped in a fluffy towel which I had used to dry myself, anything to hide my sexually demanding breasts. They weren't there, however on the bed was laid out female clothing. I didn't want to put them on, but as I looked around, I couldn't see anything else. In the distance downstairs I could hear his voice. "Get a fckin move on bitch, we're waitin for ya." Giving out a sigh of acceptance I quickly dried my hair, then dressed as fast as I could. A white sheer nylon panties, white suspender belt and black stockings, then something new, a white sheer meshed bra. I put it on with trembling fingers, the material tickling my nipples madly, their colour and thickness showing through and then the cups enclosing my breasts, surrounding them, held in place by the tight elastic of the straps, creating a surprising bondage like grip. It sent shivers down my spine, making my nipples erect and I had to shake myself again to make myself continue. The blouse was again white and quite sheer and looking at myself after I'd fastened it up, to my horror, I could see every inch of the bra, the shape of my breasts and even the colour and shape of my nipples showing visibly through it. Trying to supress my emotional embarrassments, to clear my head and keep thinking of my escape on Tuesday, I pulled on the skimpy red tartan miniskirt and slipped my feet into the matching heels. Then I took a big breath to steady my nerves before slowly, carefully heading down the stairs. They were in the dining room each with a drink in his hand and they heard me in the hallway, even though I was tiptoeing I couldn't stop the damn heels from clicking on the polished wooden floor. Doug came out to the hallway attracted by the sound, "Abaht fuckin time too." He looked at me. "An where's ya fuckin makeup?" I felt myself turning bright red, it was embarrassing enough without him turning the knife. "Well we cant wait any longer for dinner, ya can do it after, before we goes out." He grabbed me by the arm as he spoke, guiding me almost forcefully into the dining room. They sat at either end of the long table, whilst they placed me in the middle at one side. The doctor brought the food out, both him and Doug served with a steak dinner whilst a fish salad was placed in front of me. I hadn't felt at all like food, but seeing it put in front of me I suddenly realised how hungry I was and I ate quietly, the only thought in my head was my escape from this humiliation next week. Their talk went over my head until Doug's insistent shout interrupted my quiet reverie. "When ya finish, ya go an do ya makeup girl, an hurry up abaht it. You're comin out for a drink wiv us, an any trouble from ya I'm ready to give ya another fuckin good spankin, so behave, unerstan?" The horror behind his words screamed inside my head, I felt like getting up and running for it, but I knew that I had no chance, crippled as I was by the heels I'd foolishly worn. Both of them were carefully watching me and I am sure that they were ready to grab me if I made a move, but as I didn't, Doug smirked nastily. "Ya finished?" I looked at my empty plate wishing I hadn't eaten so quickly. "Now fuck off an do ya makeup and quick abaht it." I wont go into the way I made my way back up the two floors to my bedroom, or to the humiliation of putting on the makeup that had been left for me in front of the dressing table there. Suffice to say I dragged my feet. The colours of the makeup were bright, the eyeshadow blue and liner black whilst the lipstick was bright red. I looked like a slut and I knew it, it made me have a massive feeling of impending humiliation and looking around, I wondered if there was somewhere I could hide. His quiet arrival at my bedroom door made my heart sink, my nerves escalate. He all but dragged me down the two flights of stairs to where Uncle, the doctor was waiting in the hallway. I had no choice and before I knew it I was outside, between them, walking back along the path through the woods.