Country Girl Day One Later By Lauren Westley
(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order written and there are some things I've done that haven't made it into any of my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem never fades for me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to all my readers.) Lauren Westley.
Mr. Houser came in through the door carrying a black duffle bag. Behind him, two or three others men wearing motorcycle boots came in carrying assorted things, which they somewhat noisily, dropped to the floor in what could only be called a casual foyer . I couldn't really see clearly what those things were for several reasons. First, as you know, my face had all Master Cock's cum, some of which was stuck to one of my eyelids in a stringy web and glob which left me with a somewhat translucent focus. And of course having to look down at only their cocks didn't help either. Master Cock leaned to my ear and whispered, "Don't move!"
Then he left me standing there almost in the center of the room as he walked over to the new guests. To my left was the table and to my right was the living room. In front of me, a bit to the right, was the front door. I could hear them talking although I couldn't distinguish the words. Sir Houser's comment however rang out more loudly then the others as he said, "Well, if we use this we can let the bitch dry out while we relax."
"It's great when you come on these escapades Houser. Yes, it always adds a new dimension.
"Hey Prissy, take off your maid dress and leave everything else on. And don't mess up your new face cream" Master Cock commanded.
I must tell you at this point I had already begun to lose that pent up femininity which had led me on this path. Oh, I thought I knew what being a submissive female cunt would be like. Yes, it was pretty set out in my imagination. Even when I signed the contract I had realized it didn't cover all possibilities but the problem with my submissive dreams was that I was the creator as well as the subject. But in reality the creator is the dom and I was learning this quite quickly. The licking of the toilet seat was never in any fantasy I had imagined before I arrived at the cabin.
And you may wonder why did I do it so quickly? Why did I submit so easily? Well, you quickly find out what a pussy you are when a real man has your wrist in his grip and moves you like a rag doll. If I hadn't peed earlier I'm sure I would have peed myself then.
Everything up to the bathroom this morning had still seemed within my control but after the bathroom scene earlier I was losing all sense of having ever been a man or more then an object. Actually, I know you might be surprised by this; I wasn't even getting a sexual stimulation out of all this. (Oh, don't fret, since I know the story so I can tell you this. As I became use to the force and my place I certainly became aware of my sexuality again. But more on that later.)
So, reaching to the zipper on the back of my little black maid's dress (yes, you do need two hands so you had better do your stretches girls) I held the top with my two left fingers and pulled the zipper down, down, down. The zipper on this outfit ended about 5" below my waist.
The dress easily fell off to floor and I realized Master Cock's comment about my 'face cream' had little to do with me removing my dress then humiliating me in front of the new guests, I could feel their stares not only on my undressing but also their eyes focusing on my cum drenched face. (I'm sorry for these asides but many readers, especially subs, have requested some of this and I will try to do it while not disturbing those who don't care. But, for those of you who ask 'does cum smell rancid etc. all I can say is it smells a lot nicer than a man's armpit but you will never find it as aromatic as a herbal bath until your estrogen level cancels all your testosterone. I'm not sure that will happen but you don't see woman complaining about many natural male smells. I don't mean BO, no one really likes that.)
There I was standing in my Mary Janes, black thigh stockings, sea green panties with matching sheer bra my hair topped by a little maid's cap. I had no jewelry so all I wore was Master's cum and my red lips shining through. My red fingernails at my side accented by the black stockings while I thought not of what was going to happen but instead of the sea green panties and what the new guests would think if they saw them. My face flushed with that thought and I knew I was not the least bit in control instead my dreams, which had been filled with deviant thoughts, were now the reality of humiliation.
One of the new guests walked over to me and put a collar around my neck. When the collar was secured he took his hand (which felt massive) and rubbed my ass before finally attaching a leather leash to the collar. He held the leash with his hands only a foot or so from my neck and walked forward towards the front door. I knew to keep my eyes down towards the blue jean covered crotches of three other men besides Master Cock and Sir.
My leash holder stopped and one of the other men walked over to me. His belly distended from obviously drinking too much beer and his smell was a foul mixture of unwashed, sweat and clothes worn too long. He started playing with my breasts. And even though they weren't very large the feeling was definitely my tits rolling in his large hands as the sheer bra rolled with them. I can't explain the feeling well since it was the first time I had been palmed in such a rough manner. Just earlier Master Cock had pulled my nipples. The hormones had definitely changed this part of me.
Then his other hand went behind me and grabbed my left ass cheek. His forced pulled me towards him and he was rubbing against me while laughing and snorting. He was also over 6 feet tall since my eyes barely came up to his chest. Grinding his belly (since his penis was no where near me) he said too all near, "Yeah, oh yeah, this bitch is in heat."
Then the man holding my leash said, "Here Houser, she's all yours; at least for the moment."
Houser took the leash and told BikerMan whom he called Phil to stop playing around saying, "we've got plenty of time to have fun with this pussy but first things first." BikerMan moved away.
Houser walked me around the other side of the room to the left of the fireplace where there was another door which he then opened pulling me along. I heard the other men following behind. I wanted to say something; to ask a question. But, obviously, only a spanking or some other punishment would come so I kept quite reminding myself of the sounds I was allowed. I could moan, whimper, and answer questions without using, "no". A bit of fear swept over me when I looked peripherally around the room. It was just a plain room, the size of a second bedroom but I could see a stockade up against the wall and some different spreader bars. I wanted to look up but I didn't want to be spanked. I was still sore. The fear made me almost pee in my panties and I pondered what would I do when I really had to pee.
Behind me a bag dropped, a zipper ground open and someone came up putting an elastic sleeper (I'm not sure what to call those things you get on an international flight to keep the light out) over my head. Making sure not to get his hands anywhere near Master Cock's cum, which had almost dried on my face, he held the mask part away from my face stretched a bit from the elastic and when it was in place he let go and the mask covered my eyes. I felt it squish into the cum near my eye. This large glob hadn't nearly dried yet and it felt messy.
"But," I uttered, "We have a contract. Stop please."
Then a slap on my ass and Houser's voice saying, "Yes, we have a contract that we'll all abide in. So, just keep your panties on dear," he spoke more kindly then I had heard during the last 24 hours. "However, we will be exploring many things you may not have counted on and from now on we make the plans and you obey. You will become more feminine then you ever imagined. More docile then you thought possible. And, more submissive then any dream you ever had."
And with that he didn't spank me again. Instead there was a bit of gentleness which of course wouldn't last for long but for the moment alleviated the fear that had made me speak out of turn. Actually he had gained even more power over me with this kindness then earlier when he had me lick the toilet clean. I can't explain it but I actually felt more submissive and even found myself trying somehow, I'm not sure if it wasn't just in my mind, to appear even more feminine.
But, this pleasantness faded quickly as I told to put my arms in front of me and after two others held them a soft wrist spreader was secured. What I didn't know until a bit later was the ring in the center, the ring in the ceiling and the rope that would raise my arms over my head while someone took off my Mary Janes. In just minutes I had been hoisted up so I could only touch the floor with the balls of my feet. It was like being in the highest heels ever. Next something was brought up to my rear (yes my rear). I felt someone pinch my panties and then a snip, some jelly squirted in my ass hole and finally what I thought was a butt plug pushed up my rectum.
"Wow Houser," another man said, "you really know how to turn up the heat." With that I felt cuffs around my ankles with another rope hold me steady in place. I couldn't move forward or backwards.
Then some sort of ball gag was inserted in my mouth. Houser told me that unlike other ball gags this one was unique. If I bit down a bit with my teeth I would get some water to quench my thirst. He said this was a humane restraint when the time would be over an hour. With that he told me to try it and of course my mouth filled with some cool water. I swallowed and it felt good. I almost thanked him but of course I couldn't make any sound other then a 'hummpphh' which was allowed.
Houser said, "Your welcome, sweetie. We are going out for awhile and just thought you'd prefer some quiet time while you contemplate your femininity, your submissive and the object that we and many others will enjoy over these next weeks regardless of any pleasure you may get. But, when you do feel like having an orgasm you will have one that is the closest to what a woman feels when having an orgasm. Either you can hump your panties, rub against something, have someone rub your pussy or you can dream you came. But you will not be touching your clit except to wash, put on and take off your panties and anything us we men say you can do."
"Now we MEN are going out for a hike, fish or whatever we feel like doing. Understand we tied you up because we enjoy it and not because we are going out because there is no where you could get to from here on your own. Oh, and by the way, you will have to hurry to do your chores when we return."
With that he patted my fanny and I heard the men walk out and the door closed. A key turned in the lock and I nearly cried since I was alone. But before a tear could have formed I heard a sound and then realized, as the fake penis in my ass began to move, I had been hooked up to a 'machine fucker'. A rotating cam pushing the penis in and then pulling it out and I had no way to move away. just to be penetrated by it.
What I didn't know was outside on the plasma screen four images were being sent from the four cameras in the room but even more it was being recorded for their porno collection.
Time passed, my thirst quenched by squeezing the ball gag as my ass hole felt the rhythmic pulsating penis sliding easily in and out. All of a sudden the penis stopped moving and felt like it inflated a bit. More time passed and by now I was sure I would be a good girl if only they would come back. I would be as feminine as possible if only they would come back. I took some more water and this time I did cry. I cried like any girl would have cried. I was sure I did because I had been told I was a girl. But, I wasn't just any girl, I was something very few women ever are and even less transgendereds. I was a submissive feminine object for the pleasure of men. My wants would not be of any importance.
Finally, I heard a key in the door and the latch click. The door squeaked as it opened. I hadn't heard it before but now my ears heard everything since I had loss one of my senses during my bondage. First I felt the mouth gag removed. Then I felt the penis pounder moved out of my ass and then I was raised a tiny bit more. But, before I could even wonder why, I felt a pair of very high heel shoes put on my feet, I was lowered just a bit fitting into them. The ankle cuffs were removed, my arms were lowered in front of me, but the wrist cuffs were not removed. My blindfold was pulled off may face like a Band-Aid coming off a wound.
A warm wet towel was put into my hand and I was told I could wipe my face clean. This kindness again made me forget my ordeal and as I removed the dried cum from my face and felt the comforting warmth of the wet towel I tried hard to be inside what I was now outside and that was an appreciative cunt. My ass hole was wide opened and felt like a used pussy. I realized I had begun to be what is called 'forced-fem'. I didn't mind at this moment I only wanted to please.
I felt the leash reattached to my collar and with my eyes demurely looking down I saw this cock on a different man then any others I had met (well met isn't exactly the right word). This man had a wide black leather belt with studs on it. His cock was black, long and thick and stuck out of his fly for me to see. So, I wondered, it was true? And I realized my brain was being washed. I was now looking at my first black cock and wondering. I decided this man would be BeltMan. In my mind I was naming them all.
"Come along bitch," he said as he pulled the leash leading me out to the living room. I almost teetered on the high heels but managed not to fall down. In the living room I could see the plasma screen with four pictures of me while I was bound. Sitting around watching me on the screen were Master Cock, Sir Houser, BikerMan and another man who I hadn't seen before. This man was sitting just in his underwear and was extremely hairy. He looked like a gorilla so my mind called him GorillaMan. However when answering anyone I was to say Master to Master Cock and Sir to the rest unless instructed otherwise.
Master Cock asked me if, "I liked being a girl?" There was no other reply I could make other then, "Yes Master." To which he told me to walk around in front of the men. (You should know that my eyes were to be lowered in front of males but I only really had to do it when I would be able to see the crotch or cocks.) So, I walked around, my calves killing me in the high heels. They had a leather strap wrapping just around both my ankles and of course metal rings on the inside and outside. As I walked around to the left; BeltMan walked around to the right and took the empty seat. The sofa was really three separate chairs pushed together and there were two other matching chairs.
"Ok, girl," Master Cock continued, "now get on your hands and knees like the little pussy cat we want you to be." I began to kneel down and slipped because of the high heels falling on my ass. BikerMan laughed the loudest and with the crook of his finger called me over to him.
I started crawling in front of the coffee table but I heard a stern, "NO," from Sir Houser. I stopped and someone moved the coffee table and Houser continued, "The shortest distance for you is passing the most cocks."
So I restarted my crawl. Master Cock was to my right (or to the left of Plasma screen. (Perspective is every thing.) He grabbed my leash and asked me if I would like everyone on my way to BikerMan to spank me. I hesitated in my answer so he said, "I guess your silence means you like it extra hard. Right?"
My murmured reply was, "Yes Master you are right I would like it hard." So there I was with my blond hair draping over my shoulders, my sea green bra and panties with a new hole in them, black stockings and very high heels as he pulled me perpendicular to him and spanked me 5 hard whacks. Then the leash was handed to GorillaMan and he pulled the leash so I had no choice but to have my nose about 10 inches from his white (although there was a little pee stain) underwear.
"Do you like hairy men girl," GorillaMan asked?
"Yes Sir," I replied.
And then he turned me to the side, rubbed my ass and pussy adding his 5 hard smacks. By this time I was whimpering and I was handed off to BikerMan who was unzipping his fly. He pulled his pants down and tugged my head by the leash into his crotch. He was quite stinky and his penis seemed small because of his fatness but truth again turned out to be one's perspective.
My mouth went around his cock with my whole head buried in his blubbery flesh and very hairy pubic area. The table behind me was pushed aside and I felt a finger fingering my open asshole through the hole in my panties that had been made for the 'penis plunger'. Someone had changed whatever was on the screen and the audio I heard was a definite gangbang fuck movie.
"Yes, yes another 20 days and you'll be ready for the circus honey," I think the BeltMan said. Whoever was behind me heaved up a load of spit and phlegm and it dropped into my gaping asshole. His penis followed. I was there on my knees sucking the BikerMan with an odor I wanted to throw up from. Now I understood why woman wanted to smell good because they wanted to ward off some of the bad odors of the men they were sleeping with.
BikerMan grabbed my ears (apparently men liked to hold on to something as they fuck) and started sighing as his penis extended onto my tongue. The penis in my ass was hot and long. I think it was poking my stomach. I even thought it might come out through my belly button.
It was pretty obvious BikerMan was going to come long before whoever was inside me. I wasn't surprised when BikerMan started to cum. But I was surprised by his pre-cum which was very watery and copious. His cum globs were not as much as Master Cock. He sighed and held my ears.
After finishing he pulled out and told me to swallow right away and start to clean his balls with my tongue; this while I was being fucked in the ass. I was lapping his smelly balls for an eternity before whoever was in me came a thick sticky load."
After, what turned out to be Sir Houser, pulled out of my ass he asked, "Who's next?"
All the others said later and I was told to get up and thank the gentlemen and then go put on another dress but to leave everything else I had on. Getting up I realized really I had to pee and soon. So, I stood and said thank you to both BikerMan and Sir Houser saying, "Thank you Sirs for finding time to use me."
I tried to figure out how to signal I had to go pee. I rubbed my legs together but the first thing GorillaMan said was, "Oh do you want another spanking?"
What could I answer but, "Yes Sir," and I went over to him standing in my heels as he took my wrist and slapped my ass for another 5 wallops. With that I decided to deal with the whole pee thing later.
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