Shamed

by Theresa Taylor

  He started to slowly withdraw and then with a grunt slammed his cock back into her. He repeated this again several times, as if building up a head of steam before he began to pound into her faster and faster. Each time his groin collided with hers as he buried himself deep into her, her clitoris being crushed between their bodies with each thrust. She heard herself grunting in unison with him. There was a thought there, somewhere in the back of her mind that she hadn’t been with another man since she met Danny. In fact Danny was only her second and somewhere she was thinking it was a bad thing, some kind of betrayal of their relationship, a moment of fear came clearly into her mind. What would Danny do, what would he say? Sure they had discussed it. It had been one of her enduring fantasies of the years. But as fleetingly as the thought arrived she felt the large cock driving into her and her mind simply melted into a mix of sensations being sent by her body. This was wrong, so wrong. Yet it felt so good. She only wished she could thrust back, drive her hips forward to meet his but all she could do was lay there and let him pound into her. Then she felt the first ripples of orgasm rising within her. She bit into the gag and groaned deeply, trying to fight it back. Her anal muscles were clamped solidly around the butt plug and she was sure that with each of his thrusts she could feel his hard cock smash inside her against the plug.

  Without warning he withdrew from her and scrambled to his feet. The contractions in her body were too far gone though and she felt herself going over the edge. She was only partially aware of him stepping over her but it wasn’t until she heard him grunt loudly and felt the splatter of his cum falling across her breasts that she finally let go and succumbed to the clenching spasms within her womb and the tide of orgasm that swept over and through her.

  He was talking to her again, but she couldn’t yet make sense of the words. In her position, spread wide, she was experiencing the sensation of her empty cunt in the throws of post orgasm activity, twitching and convulsing, gaping open and squeezing closed. Her breath was coming in short sharp bites and her arms and legs were tingling although she didn’t know if it was from being tied like that for so long or from the orgasm. Finally she managed to focus once more on his words.

  It was the ripping of paper that brought her focus back. He was opening the parcel.

  “Well now what have we here?”

  There was a moment when she heard cardboard being prised open and then a plastic wrapping of some sort cracking as it was prised apart.

  “I think you are going to enjoy this.” He said.

  Then she felt the hard tip of something press against her inner labia. She was so wet that there was no resistance as he easily pushed the object into her. She thought it probably had ribbed edges and was certainly some type of dildo.

  She raised her head inquisitively as it entered her but of course was unable to see what it was.. It was long that much she was sure off, in fact she was surprised by just how long it was as he continued to work it into her until she felt it nudging against the neck of her womb. Coupled with the butt plug she felt so full. Once more her body was responding even without her minds permission.

  As it filled her she felt a hard nub press onto her clitoris. Oh, Christ! She thought. Her clitoris seemed to swell to meet it. There was a moments delay as she lay there conscious of the cum trickling over her breasts and, lower down, down from her hip and belly trickling slowly between her spread thighs.

  She jumped as there was a sudden hiss of air and the dildo in her pussy jerked. She held her breath as she tried to work out what was happening. Another hiss and the dildo jerked again. Was it getting bigger? Then the air hisses became more frequent and urgent as the dildo started to swell in size within her. It didn’t get longer, but it’s girth started to spread, filling her inside and opening her wider and wider.

  Michelle gasped. It grew and grew inside her until she felt totally swollen and full. My God! She thought I’m going to explode! Her pussy was stretched, the swollen dildo totally filling her, the feeling was sensational. Finally he stopped pumping.

  “Well, I better be going.” he said. “I’ll just leave you to enjoy your new toy.”

  Suddenly the dildo began to vibrate, the hard nub against her clitoris thrummed against the sensitive engorged bud.

  She screamed. Immediately she was thrown into an uncontrollable, all encompassing orgasm. Her body shook, her mind swam. She couldn’t stop. She had climax after climax but still the swollen bulging dildo throbbed on relentlessly. She could not move, couldn’t resist the dynamic assault of the objects filling her pussy and arse.

  “ Just let me know if you ever need another delivery!” The man laughed at his own wit. His voice slowly became distant and she realised he was walking out of the room “just order a parcel and leave the door ajar.” He laughed loudly this time but the laugh faded as he went out of the house.

  Michelle lay on the floor for several long minutes, her thoughts coming and going in waves, each interrupted and scrambled by her continuous waves of orgasm. She didn’t feel the chill of the door open or the sound of footsteps entering the room. Not until the dildo suddenly stopped vibrating was she aware of anything.

  Slowly the dildo deflated, she felt her pussy squirm and twist as it did so. Gradually it returned to it’s initial size causing several mini orgasm as it did so. Eventually it was removed from her.

  She lay for several moments, enthralled by the unique sensations she was experiencing between her prone legs; the occasional involuntary twitching of her vagina, the sensation of cum trickling round the curve of a breast and down her side.

  She had been......what? Abused? Taken advantage of? Humiliated? She couldn’t make sense of what had happened. She couldn’t equate her feelings of disgust, shame, outrage – with the feeling that she had just had the most wonderful experience.

  Danny spoke softly to her as her breathing returned to normal. He eased out the butt plug then untied her and helped her shakily to her feet. He removed the gag and blindfold. It took Michelle several seconds to adjust to the sudden light and focus on the picture of Danny’s smiling face. She turned and looked at herself in the large mirror over the fireplace. Her hair was matted with sweat; her mouth red at the corners from the gag. She looked down at the stream of thick cum that was running from her breasts down onto the basque, a string of it swaying suspended from one nipple. Beneath the basque she saw the streaks of cum across her belly mixing with the lipstick words, slightly drier now and running down over her hips and trickling over the mound of her shaven mons pubis. Her insides felt strangely empty.

  Danny was looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him, a weak, tired smile and scooped a strand of hair out of her eyes.

  “You arranged this?” She asked.

  He nodded.

  “Then get that video on the TV and when I’ve finished watching it you better be ready to fuck my brains out!”

  Dressed For The Part

  “Well done girls!” Amanda announced with a smug smile across her face. The girls, breathing heavily and hair disheveled stepped back from their quarry and allowed Amanda to step in and circle the prize.

  “Mmmm, Steven!” she said after a moment. “You look so, so….vulnerable!” The other girls giggled.

  “Fucking hell Amanda, what’s going on?” Steven groaned breathlessly, unable to raise his head high enough to see more than her knees.

  He lay on his front, hands bound behind his back and ankles tied. He was naked, his clothes strewn about the apartment. He had grazed an elbow as the girls wrestled him to the floor and attempted to turn his head enough to look at it but with no success. Amanda continued to circle him and he watched as her narrow ankles and elegant black stilettos stepped slowly into and then out of his field of vision. She stopped briefly at his side and pushed a foot beneath his torso managing to roll him onto his side, holding him there with the soul of her foot when he appeared to be about to roll back again.

  “Nice cock too.” she cooed.

  “Jes
us.” Steven barked angrily “what sort of game is this!”

  “Hush young man, you’re in no position to try your macho anything.”

  Two of the girls walked around from behind him to stand beside Amanda and he was immediately conscious of where their eyes were focused.

  “Chrissie? Cassie, Liz? Come on, please. Mary? What’s going on” He appealed to the other girls.

  “Now girls,” Amanda cooed again “time for stage two.”

  “Stage two of what? What the fuck is stage two! What the fuck is this all about?” Steven spat out.

  Amanda laughed and the other girls stepped around Steven, lifted him from the floor and placed him in an armchair. One, Cassie, had allowed her hand to brush his cock as she released his legs. Steven scowled at her but she simply responded with a negligent smile. Liz appeared before him with a bowl of warm water, a razor and a can of shaving foam. She sprayed the foam over his body from a height and the girls then took turns to work it all over his body before shaving his chest, arms and legs. Steven talked nervously throughout, pleading with the girls to be careful. He almost flew into a panic when Amanda stepped forward, took the razor from Liz and took his cock in her hand. A swift caution from Amanda advising him that resistance was likely to cause more damage had him frozen in the chair. Amanda skillfully worked the razor around the contours of his balls and cock as Steven, his face burning bright red, closed his eyes tightly against the humiliation of it all. And now, his manhood being maneuvered and cajoled by Amanda’s deft fingers he suddenly became aware that the nightmare was worsening as his cock began to respond. She stopped momentarily, gave him a knowing look, then continued with her work, finding his increasingly stiffening cock easier to handle in respect of the task at hand and commenting to the other girls on that fact. Finally, devoid of his body hair the girls washed him down, all giving seemingly undue attention to ensure that his cock was truly clean and dry. Steven was left in state of embarrassment and unwanted total sexual arousal. Amanda picked up his clothes and took them out of the house and put them in the garage.

  “That will stop any thoughts you have of running away.” she said smugly.

  Next Amanda went to a cupboard and brought out a large plastic bag from a well known department store. She stood before Steven, prone in the armchair, his skin smooth and his cock laying up his belly. She took hold of the bag by the bottom, flipped it upside down and spilled its contents over him.

  “You, young Steven, are always telling us how men are naturally better than women, how women are naturally this, naturally that. You even called young Chrissie here a slut. Now you are going to find out just what it’s like to be a woman.”

  “What the fuck?” Steven growled in disbelief. “Chrissie, it was a joke, you know that!”

  As if it had been rehearsed the girls stepped in and, having untied his ankles, each took an item of clothing from the pile that scattered his naked body. Liz began to work a fishnet stocking up his right leg while Cassie took the left. Amanda and Chrissie lifted him from the chair into a standing position and once upright Mary fastened a suspender belt around his waist. As the stockings reached the tops of his thighs the girls fastened them to the suspender belt. Now Chrissie was putting his feet through the straps of a tiny g-string which she slipped up over his thighs and up to his crutch. The flimsy, single piece of V shaped red lace material barely covered his testicles and although his cock was now returning to a more flaccid state it was obvious that there was vastly insufficient material to contain him. The girls roared with laughter.

  At last Mary untied his hands but by now Steven had given up any thought of a struggle. He was also being consumed by curiosity as to what the girls were doing. Amanda threaded his arms into a bra, pulled it into place and fastened it. Well, he decided, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere now, dressed as he was. He gave up the last thoughts of resistance and gave himself over to the girls. He would go along with their joke. Amanda tugged his arms behind him and slipped them into the sleeves of a white blouse, then stepped around him to straighten the front. She tugged the bra into place and then beckoned over her shoulder to Chrissie.

  “And…..La piece de resistance” She announced as Chrissie handed her two objects. Amanda pushed them down into each cup of the bra. “Chicken fillets!" She announced to Steven ecstatically adjusting the silicone false breasts.

  Liz was now lifting his feet and placed them into the waist of a black skirt. She hauled it up, pausing to try and adjust his cock beneath the flimsy g-string before lifting it the rest of the way and fastening the waist. The skirt was incredibly short, the hem just covering his vitals at front and back. Now he was pushed back into the armchair. He felt his cock burst out of the material beneath the skirt and it lay awkwardly as he went back into the chair. He was too embarrassed though to try and adjust himself. Now Amanda was applying makeup to his face, eye shadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick. He was amazed at how stealthily she applied it. And finally it was Liz who stepped forward and pulled a blonde wig onto his head. His transformation was now complete. They lifted him from the chair again and let him stand.

  For a few moments the girls stood back and admired their work. Chrissie produced a camera and started to take pictures. Steven appealed half heartedly against it. His anger subsided; he decided that he may as well enjoy the joke. He didn’t fancy the idea of his mates getting to see the photos, but he had no doubt that that was what the girls had planned. He would just have to ride out the storm. He would claim he was blind drunk. Anyway, let them have their fun and then he could get dressed and go home, his lesson accepted. He did think that shaving him was going a bit far though and of course the fact that all the girls had all seen him naked….and even worse, aroused!

  Of all of them he had only ever been intimate with Liz in the past and even that didn’t make him feel any more comfortable. Finally Chrissie stopped taking pictures. Amanda went behind him and he was waiting for her to help him out of the ridiculous clothes when suddenly she grabbed his wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on him.

  Steven grew angry again. “Ok the jokes over now. I’m going home.” he snapped.

  “Oh,” Amanda looked disappointed. “But we were having so much fun.”

  “Yes, well you’ve had your laugh. Now get me out of this crap.”

  Amanda pushed out her bottom lip. “Oh, ok. Your clothes are in the garage. Come with me” she huffed. He followed her out to the garage and demanded that she take off the cuffs “and this bloody make-up too. It had better come off”.

  “Oh of course” she said as she poised over his pile of clothes on a chair next to the car. She lifted the bundle and looked at Steven. A big grin spread across her face and, as Steven questioned it, he heard the car door open and he was grabbed from behind and bundled backwards into the car. The Girls all climbed in around him and hauled him up onto the back seat. Liz and Carrie jumped in beside him while Mary squeezed on the end. Amanda jumped into the front seat while Cassie threw open the garage doors and within seconds the engine roared into life and Cassie jumped in the front seat and the car sped out onto the road.

  As they hurtled down the road Mary passed a pair of high heeled shoes to Liz and Carrie and the girls reached down and forced his stockinged feet into them.

  “Where are we going? This is beyond a joke, it’s gone too far now!” Steven screamed. “Someone might see me, shit!”

  “Oh yes.” Amanda laughed. “Someone is most definitely going to see you!”

  It was a warm balmy evening and dusk was just drawing in. Steven was aware that as he was manhandled into the car and propped up on the back seat, his hands still cuffed, that the skirt had risen up exposing his cock as it protruded through one side of the lace g-string. Looking down he was startled by the look of his fishnet stockinged legs, rising to bare thighs at the top of the suspenders. Most of all he noticed how visible the red lace briefs were beneath the black skirt and more so how little of his cock it managed to conceal. He asked Li
z to “tuck me away, please.” but she laughed and turned away to look out of the window. Finally Amanda pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were in a seedy part of the town centre and Steven was terrified someone would see him.

  “Let him out here.” Amanda told the girls.

  “Not a chance!” Steven screamed at her.

  “We are going to the Pink Lagoon club. It’s about a hundred yards down on the right. We’ll be waiting inside for you.” She calmly told him.

  With that Chrissie slipped out of the car and pulled Steven out with Liz pushing him from behind. After helping him to stand in the heeled shoes she walked him up onto the pavement and unclasped the cuffs before dashing back to the car, slamming the door shut behind her before it sped away. Steven gave chase for a desperate moment, pleading with them to stop before stumbling on the heels and almost falling. His heart pounding in his chest, gasps of breath causing his false breasts to rise and fall, he tried to gather his thoughts.

  Some relief came to him as he realised that the car had indeed turned off further down the road into the car park of the Pink Lagoon. He really had only one option. The girls and more importantly the car were his only way out of this mess. He saw a group of people ambling up the road toward him. His mind in turmoil he knew the only thing he could do was to walk the hundred yards to the Pink Lagoon drawing as little attention to himself as possible on the way, apologise for whatever it was he had done to piss off the girls and get them to take him home again.

  He set off, clumsily trying to get to grips with the heels. It wouldn’t strike him until days later that he could have simply taken them off and walked barefoot. He hung his head down and let the blond wisps of the wig fall forward across his face in an attempt to disguise himself. He was conscious that he was not of a very big build and for the first time in his life he was thankful for that. He spied himself in a shop window and was startled at how well he was carrying off his transformation. He started to walk with more confidence but felt his legs start to tremble as the voices of the approaching people became audible. The sensation of the false breasts moving to the rhythm of his stride struck him. A group of three men and three women were fast approaching him. He was conscious immediately that the men were eyeing him up and he was amazed at how obvious it was. The women too looked at him but in a much more curious way. He stopped suddenly and turned as to look in a shop window, his heart beating furiously in his throat, his cheeks flushed and his knees trembling. The party passed him and he heard stifled giggles from the women.