by Jane Futa
She reached behind me and untied my hands, letting them go free for the first time since I’d been captured. Their only insurance that I wouldn’t undress was that they had cut open my old clothes. What they didn’t know, however, was how excited I was to parade myself in front of the other guys. I wondered if they’d be able to recognize me. I wondered what they’d do to a girl they couldn’t remember from the other cabin.
“You’re free, Francesca,” said Celia.
“Bye Francesca!” cried a few of the other girls as I stepped out of the bright light of the cabin and into the dark, ominous night of the woods.
Walking in a thong and jean skirt was strange but exhilarating. I could feel the summer air sweep up underneath the skirt and blow against the cool silk that hugged my cock and balls. It tickled me in a way that made me harden again. Each new step I took made it more difficult to walk, but I was thankful to be in sneakers rather than heels. It did, however, leave me with the desire to try on a cute pair of heels in the future.
Just as my mind was wandering to what color and height heels I might try on, I heard a loud, “Gotcha!” Without any other warning, a potato sack was pulled over me and I felt a few strong, manly grips wrap around my limbs. I was hoisted into the air and carried a few hundred feet away. I tried to figure out who it was that had me. Were the girls capturing me again? Did the boys see me walking through the woods? Had they recognized me?
I peered through the tiny holes in the sack around me and recognized the look of the boy’s cabin. I gathered fairly quickly that the boys had caught me. One question still lingered though. Who do they think I am?
Chapter 3
They lay me on the bed and pulled the sack off of me. I thought for sure my skirt would lift up and they’d all see my cock. Somehow, my clothes remained in tacked though my hair had fluffed up from their rough handling. I strained my eyes in the dim light of the cabin and the first face I recognized was Peter’s. I scrunched up my face in preparation for the laughter when the guys saw how I was dressed, but it never came.
“I don’t remember you,” he said. “What’s your name?” The other guys nodded in mutual curiosity. They looked me over for a few minutes, trying to figure out who I was and why they didn’t recognize me. I felt a tinge of excitement at the fact that I had fooled and convinced them into believing I was really a woman.
“Francesca,” I replied in a higher tone, remembering the name that Celia had given me. “I’m her cousin,” I added, thinking as quickly as I could. “She asked me up for prank week.”
“That’s against the rules,” shouted one of the boys.
“Who cares?” asked another. “She’s fucking hot.”
“Why don’t we show her what prank week is all about,” said Peter, a smile sliding up into one half of his face. His eyes narrowed down as if shooting arrows through me to hold me in place. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but my senses were heightened.
The boys closed in on me. Some of them licked their lips and others rubbed their groins. I looked around nervously. I felt like a wounded animal alone in the woods as a pack of wolves hunted me. I’d never felt this way before around my cabin mates. Through all the humiliation and teasing and playfulness, I’d never felt desired. I knew in that moment that I must have really looked like a woman.
Feeling like a sexual object was intensely terrifying, and yet my curiosity had a better hold on me than my warning bells. These boys didn’t look like they’d take no for an answer and even though I knew it was wrong of them, I didn’t want to say no either. Especially not to Peter.
Peter rested a hand on my blush-covered cheek and dragged his thumb along my bottom lip. I had a sudden attraction to him that I’d never felt before. To be fair, he’d never looked at me with that gaze before. He pushed his thumb into my mouth and I closed my lips around his appendage.
“Looks like we’ve got a whore here,” he teased to his friends who were more excited now.
“She wants it bad,” said one of the boys.
“Is that true?” asked Peter to me. “Tell us how bad you want us to be.” He withdrew his thumb to allow me to speak.
“Show me what you’ve got,” I spat back. That’s when the circle closed in so tightly that barely any light squeaked through their silhouettes. Hands reached for me and roamed across my body, but I couldn’t tell who was touching what. All I knew was that Peter had his hands on my cheeks trying to massage my jaw to open.
I released my clenched teeth so that my tongue stuck out flat. I felt a warm, hard cock rest itself against the cradle of my mouth and gently slide in. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that it was Peter’s cock and I eagerly sucked it into my mouth.
I felt ten pairs of hands caress me and I saw a few other guys pull their cocks out to stroke them as they watched me suck off my best friend. I did my best to hide my non-pussy from them so they wouldn’t find out my little secret. Thankfully, because I was small, it was easy enough to twist my hips away from their grips.
Peter rocked his pelvis against my face, ramming the head of his cock against the back of my throat over and over. He reached a hand across my chest and squeezed as if I had small breasts rather than none at all. He slipped his hand inside my halter top and rubbed his thumb over my nipple. I felt a tiny electric shock shoot down my spine. I moaned against his cock and he threw his head back.
Peter lowered his other hand until it found the edge of my skirt. He slid his hand between my thighs until it was completely underneath the jean fabric. I couldn’t pull away in time and the palm of his hand cupped my cock and balls. I saw him lower his head and widen his eyes in shock, but he didn’t pull out of my mouth. Instead, through his conflicted emotions, he slammed it harder down my throat. The more his eyes explored mine, the more I was convinced he knew who I was. Neither of us said a word, but we knew each other and we were more turned on than ever.
Peter kept his hand on my cock as he fucked my face. I closed my eyes as he lightly pet my erection. I felt his hot, thick load shoot down my throat. I swallowed what I could, but a few drops trickled down my chin. When Peter had finished, he pulled out of my mouth and leaned in to lick the streams of come from my skin.
“You know what would really teach this girl a lesson?” Peter called to the other guys. They looked at him with confused expressions but open ears. “We should deny her a good pussy fucking and instead take her ass.”
I knew he was protecting my identity, but I couldn’t help feel fear at the thought of a cock slipping into my ass. If it was going to be his cock, it might’ve been okay. Waves of conflicting emotions washed over me. I wasn’t gay as far as I knew, but I enjoyed feeling so much like a girl that I was eager to know what it felt like to get fucked like one. The other guys seemed interested in Peter’s proposal and they helped him to flip me on my stomach. I quickly reached for my cock and balls, pulling them up high inside my panties so they wouldn’t be seen.
A pair of hands lifted my skirt up to my hips and another pair pulled my panties down over my ass cheeks. I felt a few gentle slaps and then I heard spitting. It felt like it was raining on my ass and once it was slick enough, several cocks slid their shafts between my cheeks and tapped their heads against my ass.
I was being completely used and abused and despite my uncertainty, I was hard as a rock. The pleasure was so intense I wasn’t sure I could keep my cock a secret much longer. Certainly I would come, I thought. I closed my eyes and focused on the five cocks sliding over my ass at one time.
One guy grasped my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. Another guy wrapped a hand around my throat. A few hands explored my non-breasts as they convinced themselves I was really a woman. Then there was a heavy pressure on my asshole and I knew I was about to get fucked.
The pressure deepened until I felt my skin stretching and nearly splitting, only saved by the pools of saliva that had been spit hastily. As my asshole widened, so did my mouth to release a gasp. My hoarse moan lowered until it became
a heavy sigh. I felt the head of some unknown cock push in deeper and deeper, as if my tunnel was never ending.
With each new thrust, I felt awakened and humiliated. Only one other person in that room knew who I really was and it was the person I cared about most. It was the person who was closest to me. It was as if both he and Celia knew this is what I really wanted and needed. The idea, however, didn’t seem to occur to Peter until he had seen it for himself, until he’d seen how convincing a girl I could become.
The pressure in my ass subsided as the cock withdrew. I was surprised to feel a growing emptiness and quickly realized I enjoyed being filled by a strange cock. I had only seconds to consider the thought, though, before another cock was being shoved inside of me – this time entering my widened mouth. I looked up and saw it was Michael. My eyes widened to match my gaping mouth and I choked his cock down eagerly.
A new sensation swept over me. I felt powerful and mysterious. I was given the chance to explore the subtle differences in taste and texture from each man’s cock. As if his dick represented a piece of himself. They weren’t just intruding appendages thrusting inside the hollow parts of me. They were a second pair of eyes, a second voice, a second heartbeat. Each cock had a unique design that helped me to know each man better. Each man was so perfectly represented by his cock that I quickly saw my new body as an opportunity. I would know something after this night that I couldn’t have known before and not one single man would know about the other.
The gift of womanhood was becoming readily apparent. I allowed Michael to push his rounded head against my throat. I allowed each new cock to slide in and out of my ass, knowing I was protected by Peter. After all, Peter could’ve outted me. He could’ve added to the humiliation, but he didn’t. His motives may not have been entirely pure, but I had respect for his silence.
My ass had been filled with several pools of come, and I had swallowed about as much as I could handle when the last cock slid inside of me. I had spent the evening learning the veins and twists of muscles that each cock was made of. I knew the thicknesses and the lengths. I knew the temperature, how warm and how stiff they were. So I knew who entered me the last time, and a smile spread far from one cheek to the other. No one was fucking my mouth and I could fully indulge in the experience of having my best friend, Peter, stuff himself into my come-covered asshole.
I wondered if he minded that the other boys had come first. I wondered if it made my hole more slick and lubricated, or if it was dirtier and he liked that. I peeked over my shoulder at him and felt my body warm at his expression. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he pushed in deeper. His face looked euphoric, like he was trapped in ecstasy. He was trapped though, I told myself. My happiness came from how little he seemed to mind.
Peter slowly withdrew and then pushed back in, struggling to hold back his orgasm. The way his dick probed me felt as if he was learning the textures as I had all night. He didn’t just fuck me. He explored me. He cherished me. He even leaned his hands down over my ass and caressed my cheeks lovingly.
I felt Peter’s head push against every inch of my hole. He probed and stretched it out like a long finger eager to know its surroundings. When he had absorbed every ounce of detail, he let out a wild roar and started to pound me. He had worked it in so gently that I was refreshed by his forcefulness. I bit my lip to keep from coming, but it hardly it helped. I wanted to feel completely wrapped up in Peter’s pleasure, but I couldn’t give away that I was really a man to the others. I couldn’t come on the bed and reveal my identity.
Peter thrust with urgency until I felt his uniquely hot load fill me. By this time, my thighs had been covered in come as it spilled out of me. I enjoyed the sticky residue of pleasure. I loved feeling so dirty and used, but I was worried about what this meant for the future.
My best friend pulled himself out slowly as he caught his breath. I pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt. I flipped myself over in a way that still hid my hard, but small, cock. I brushed my fingers through my hair and stared at the half-awake guys that littered the cabin. It looked as if they were ragdolls just tossed about. I hadn’t realized how much of a toll fucking me would take on them. It brought another smile to my face.
“Now get out of here,” commanded Peter with a wink. I knew he was giving me a way out, a way to hide my identity still. “Warn the others,” he added.
I smiled at him and ran out of the cabin into the ever darkening woods.
Chapter 4
The humid air whipped against my reddened cheeks. They were hot from embarrassment but also from adrenaline. As I ran, my mind raced with thoughts of men pushing themselves onto me and inside of me. I smiled and almost felt like I’d grown wings. The summer had a new magic to it that was exemplified by the moonlight that made the lake shimmer. It took merely seconds for me to reach the girls’ cabin, but I didn’t arrive as the same boy who had left.
I burst through the cabin door with tears streaming down my cheeks and a bright smile on my lips. The girls were shocked and confused, all except Celia.
“Those motherfuckers,” she said with an aggressive smirk. She stomped up to me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt like her little sibling, and I inhaled the scent of her honeydew shampoo.
“What do you think happened, Celia?” asked one of the girls.
“Can’t you tell? They fucked our little girl.” I heard gasps echo around the large, wood room. Celia pulled away from me and led me to the center. Their circle felt strangely comforting and therapeutic compared the one that had previously surrounded me.
“Oh dear,” said one girl, reaching her hand out for mine. “You lost your virginity tonight.” It was the first time I’d thought about it. I was a virgin on all accounts and I’d just sacrificed it. It felt like the right thing to do. It felt like the right night for it, even if it wasn’t anything like I previously pictured.
“Tell us all about it,” said Celia, bringing up a chair so that I could sit in the middle of the room. I looked around at each of the girls, all sitting at the edge of their beds facing me. I wiped the cheers from my cheek and felt my legs tremble.
I told them about how they thought I was an ordinary cabin girl at first and how they quickly learned I was a cousin. I told them about Peter and how he helped me to hide who I was. Then I told them every detail of how they fucked me and turned me into their little plaything.
At the end of my story, the only question they had was, “Did you enjoy it?” I reluctantly nodded, still able to feel the pain in my ass of having several dicks inside of it.
“I think we owe our friend some kind of reward,” said Celia. “She took the brunt of punishment that one of us may have had to face. Let’s treat her right, ladies.”
Celia walked around to me, kneeled down so that her eyes met mine and said, “Come to my bed.” She reached her hand out for mine and took it. She pulled me to standing and led me to a bed that was at the back end of the cabin. The other girls followed.
Celia laid me on my back and climbed above me. Her long, dark ponytail swept over one shoulder and dangled along my chest. Her eyes sparkled like the moonlight on the lake, and she leaned in to kiss me.
Her lips were soft and delicate, despite her typically aggressive nature. She petted my cheek with her hand as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I inhaled her summer scented skin and felt as if the warm sun was beating down on me.
She broke our kiss and climbed down further on the bed. She lifted my skirt up to my hips and stared at my hard cock in the panties she had dressed me in. “Oh, you poor thing. Did they even let you come?”
I shook my head and heard an eruption of shocked gasps. “I didn’t want them to find out who I was,” I added in their defense.
“Did it add to the pleasure?” Celia asked suddenly. I hadn’t thought about it, but now that I was it seemed to me like it had added to the pleasure. I nodded and saw Celia’s eyes twinkle with delight. “Good.”
She pulled my pan
ties down to release my cock and then she wrapped her hand around it. “I can’t get over how small and cute it is,” she said, stroking it slowly.
“Girls,” she called to the others, “don’t be afraid. Take what’s yours. She’s our prisoner after all, isn’t she?” It was the first time she had referred to me as prisoner and I finally realized how they viewed me. I was just a toy to them, like I was to the boys. I felt conflicted again and torn. The more used I felt, the more I enjoyed myself. The more humiliated and ashamed I was, the more alive I became. I thought about my short run through the woods and how every nerve under my skin vibrated with energy and passion.
Is it really bad if it makes me feel so good? I wondered about the strange events of the evening and how they might permanently change me. I wondered if I would always need this to feel alive. I wondered if I’d always want to be a girl to feel whole. Dressing up seemed to make everything click for me…like I had finally realized who I was all along. Despite the punishment Celia and Peter were interested in giving me, I also felt like somehow they had my best interests at heart. They were helping me realize my true potential, and deep down I knew they were right.
One of the girls leaned over me and kissed my lips to distract me. I wasn’t sure what she was distracting me from until a few moments later. I felt Celia wrap her lips around my cock and slid her tongue up my shaft. I shook violently at the feeling of her soft mouth swallowing my small dick. I was just about to come when she pulled off quickly.
She laughed for the first time all summer. “This is fun,” she teased. She leaned down and licked my cock again, making it twitch in painful ecstasy. “She must really want to come.”