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White TrashWhite TrashBy The ScallywagsI’ve been a cross-dresser since about age thirteen. It’s not something I’mproud of. I’d like to stop, but it’s like a d**g and its sleazy allure soondrags me back from my latest attempt at abstinence. This time, withhorrific consequences.Me? Well I’m a white male, a lot shorter than I’d ideally like at 5′ 6”and weighing in at about 145 pounds. I’ve never been one for sports andhave always steered well clear of v******e of any sort. With my height andbuild I know I’d soon get the shit kicked out of me!I’m a freelance web site designer, nothing too big, just designing andsupporting web sites for local businesses, which I publish on my webserver. It does have the benefit that I get to work from home. I live alonein a medium sized two-bedroom house, with an office in the den, in a middleclass neighborhood. My neighbors are typically older retired people, mostlynow widowed but still living in the same houses they had shared for thirtyyears or more. My house has a secluded patio and a nice size pool at thevery back in what I `thought’ to be a private location, behind thegarage. I say `thought’ because recent events have proven me wrong.About two months back, I was enjoying a long weekend of kicking back, andindulging my fantasy about being dressed as a woman. In these fantasies, Iam forced, by some unseen Master or Mistress, to dress up in panties,stockings, a brassiere (stuffed with two water filled condoms) skirt,blouse, heels and jewelry, but no makeup. And then I am `instructed’ to goabout my house performing ordinary chores that inevitably involve lots ofbending over and stretching which causes my scanty clothing to reveal morethan its designer’s intended. That’s it really. Nothing too wild orcrazy. I’ve tried indulging in a little anal experimentation with buttplugs and others, but found it painful and so rarely bother now. To makethe fantasy more exciting I’ll usually try to involve a mild risk ofexposure to people outside this secret life of mine. Again, nothing toodaring, I’ll put mail outside my front door very late at night, or runabout the kitchen scantily clad in broad daylight, always safely behindclosed windows and screens mind. I enjoy sitting out on my patio in theevenings-dying light while smoking a joint and drinking, in a very delicateand lady like manner, a glass of red wine. The weekend all this changedwas a scorcher, the thermometer on my shady, partially covered, patio wasreading over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and the air-conditioned was havingserious trouble from stopping the inside temperature from matching it.Even dressed only in a skimpy sundress and panties, I wassweltering. Inevitably, my thoughts turned to my pool. I had a dazzlinglittle turquoise and yellow thong bikini I had been dying to be braveenough to use for weeks. I decided today was the day!As I walked out to the pool, I was careful to walk quietly in my four-inchheeled white slip-on sandals, and to keep the hem of the oversized T-shirtI was wearing pulled down over my scantily clad buns. Keeping close to thecover provided by the side of the house I wiggled my way out to the pool.Within minutes I was floating, lost deep in thought, on my back letting thecool water caress me. A sound from behind the thin bamboo fence, separatingme from the family living in the house behind mine, suddenly broke mydaydream and sent me scurrying to seek shelter up against the side of thepool nearest the fence. My reasoning was that I would be hidden from anyprying eyes hidden behind the sunlit fence.This was bad. The family that live behind me are the typical `bad apples’you get trying to spoil every idyllic neighborhood. They were the ones withthe two snarling and constantly barking dogs, the ones who set off theirown fireworks every July fourth, regardless of the realistic danger oftheir unkempt tinderbox garden going up in flames, and taking mine withit. These were the neighbors who held fierce shouting matches at fullvolume at any time of the day, the ones who played loud acid house musiclate in to the night while laughing, hollering and carrying on with noregard for anyone around them. In other words, they were the local whitetrash, and I had them as neighbors with the very real risk of one of themplaying peek-a-boo with me while dressed in a fashion I had no wish to beever seen in.I held myself breathlessly at the edge of the pool, after a few secondsthat seemed to last forever, I heard the sounds of someone moving away fromthe fence. Had they been watching me? They gave no indication of havingseen me as I heard their kitchen door screen slam shut. All was quiet. Iwas alone again. Should I get out and scurry back to the cover and securityof my house? Or should I go with my feelings that it was nothing andcontinue with my original plan and do a spot of sunbathing? I decided tohang out in the pool a few minutes longer, listening for any evidence therewas still anybody out there. I waited, ears straining, what I thought tobe a suitable period for caution and then climbed out and jumped quickly into my hammock, my water filled breasts swinging wildly within the minisculesupport of my bikini top. I decided I wanted that ultimate of femaleattributes, tan lines from a sexy bikini. Nothing too obvious, just theexciting thong bikini border of paler skin against the faintest hint of thegold of a tan.I relaxed in the sun, the adrenaline high of my recent brush with dangerand the effects of a hectic workweek draining off as I slipped in to a warmand comfortable sleep.Part 2. Caught:My deep and sexy dream filled sleep was shattered by the realization that ashadow had moved suddenly over my face, I was no longer awake. With astart, I sat up, sending my latex breasts in to rapid movement within mybikini. My eyes opened with terror to the malevolent grins of the two sonsof my neighbors. I was caught.“Well lookey what we have here Jim!” smirked the older brother Sam. “Lookslike we got us a died in the wool faggot. All dressed up in it’s sexiestbikini.”Jim just smiled maniacally, displaying an overfull mouth of discoloredteeth. Some type of `snarf’ sound escaped his throat as his brothercontinued. “Yes Jim, we have captured ourselves our own personal faggot,fairy slave!”His use of the word `slave’ broke my terror filled trance. I realized thiscould quickly get out of hand, “Now hang on a minute…”“Shut the fuck up faggot! You just keep your cock sucking mouth clampedtightly shut if you know what’s good for you” shouted Sam.The sheer v******e of his face and body language as he screamed at me, hisface coming close enough that some spittle from his angry words splashedout on to my upturned face beneath him, convinced me to shut up and backdown away from him.Seeing me so obviously back down calmed Sam as he realized I had conceded alot of ground, or face, to him already. “That’s it, there’s a good littlesissy, keep it clamped tightly shut as your new Master…”I again bridled at his choice of words, but my only protest was to try andsit up, and he quickly stopped this, and any verbal complaint I hadplanned, by reaching behind my head and grabbing a large handful of my longbrown hair. He pulled my head up until it was back within spitting range ofhis furious, anger twisted, mouth.“Now listen here you little sissy faggot cunt, and listen fucking goodwhile I tell you how it’s going to be around here. From now on, yourperverted little faggot ass is mine. Mine to do with as I please. Do youunderstand cunt? Am I making myself clear?I could only nod my spittle-covered face in abject terror. Sam was a goodeight inches and nearly two hundred pound bigger than I, there was no way Icould beat him physically. I realized my only option was to do as he said,no matter how… no matter how sick, depraved, disgusting or humiliating itwas. Until such time as I could extricate myself from this mess without anydanger of real and serious bodily harm I was very unfortunately his to dowith as he planned. Short of possibly dying, I had no alternative. I wasfucked.“Good, now listen carefully while we tell you your new roll and a few newrules you’re going to start living by. First, you are now my property. Thismeans you do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, and with yoursexiest smile on.Secondly, the same is true for my dear younger brother here. Whatever hetells you, you do.Thirdly, we have full control and access over you and everything youown. Your house, your clothes, your car, everything. Is that clear? Are youkeeping up you sissy faggot? Go on tell me that the sissy faggotunderstands and agrees to comply with everything I’ve said so far”Tears were welling up in the corner of my eyes as the bleak future promisedby his, no by my new orders, was so clearly painted. I resolved not to letthem see me cry, it would serve me on purpose, and would only serve toemphasis their hold and superiority over me at this time. I followed theonly course open to me. “Yes… yes, I agree.”“Not good enough cunt. I told you to tell me the sissy faggot understandsand complies with everything Master Sam has said. . In fact beg me! Go on,beg me to let the sissy faggot do everything Master Sam and Master Jimwant, beg me to use and abuse you and all your stuff. Go on cunt, beg me”God, was he going to make everything such a degrading ordeal? I had nochoice; I was completely outmaneuvered both physically and mentally. Myonly choice was to go ahead and submit to his twisted demands, or face atthe very least a really bad beating, possibly even long lasting physicalharm.I folded, even as I realized I was giving way to this bullying youth thelast vestiges of my masculinity. I looked up at his overbearing physicalpresence and begged him. “Please Master Sam,” I said, trying to down playmy natural English accent, “please Master Jim, let this little Sissy Faggotbe your slave. Please use little Sissy Faggot’s property, car, clothes asyou see fit.”An evil grin was evident on both their faces as Sam did not let up “That’s’good cunt, keep on begging us, but do it in a girly voice, you know with alisp and a high sexy voice. Let us hear your little English school girlvoice.”Blushing deeply now with shame, I complied and forced my voice to my bestimpression of a little girl as I continued, “please Massster Ssssam andMassster Jim, let me be you ssspecial ssslave ssisssy?”They both fell about laughing as I continued begging for the very lastthing I could ever possibly want.“Oh that’s great cunt, that was brilliant, you sound like a stuck up DaffyDuck! Tell you what, loose the lisp, but from now on you will only ever usethat voice, stress that stupid accent, and keep it nice and high, youunderstand?Still blushing furiously, I nodded my agreement.“Good. Now back to the rules. Where were we Jim?”“Four.” The speed and clarity of Jim’s answer startled me, and it dawned onme that he was not the idiot neighbor I had taken him for all this time.“Good. Fourth rule. You will dress at all times in the manner which Jim andI will outline in a minute. Now we know you have some cushy job workingfrom home,” my surprise at their knowledge of my habits showed on my facejudging from the smile it elicited on Sam’s as he continued, “so that meansyou can wear what we tell you, all the time. I mean when you are working,sleeping, eating or even fucking! You will at all times wear exactly whatwe say. If you need to change, you’ll have to come and see us forpermission. Now is that part clear?”The full consequences of my capture and surrender were now becomingpainfully obvious. He wanted to run my life according to his sick andperverted fantasy twenty-four hours a day, and seven day a week. Still Ihad no option. I could only agree to obey him in every little humiliatingdetails and just hope a chance of escape presented itself to me later.“Yes Master Sam, I agree to do exactly, to wear exactly, and to act exactlyas you tell me, and to only change my clothes with permission from you orMaster Jim.”“There’s a good little cunt… we need a new name for you! Do you have aname you call yourself when you’re dressed up as a little cock suckingfaggot?” My eyes dived to the ground in shame, I inadvertently telling himwhat he wanted to hear. “You do! I know it! Go on tell us what it is. Tellus what you call yourself while you act out your sick dreams.”“Candy.” I mumbled.“What? I can’t hear you bitch.”“Candy, Candy Row.” I said clearly.“Candy Row, what kind of…”“As in Randy Cow.” His brother Jim quickly worked out. “It’s a`spoonerism’, you swap the first letter of each word. Candy Row, RandyCow.”“OK. So Candy Row, our little Randy Cow, it is. Rule five. You will alwaysrefer to yourself in the third person. So rather than saying `Please MasterJim, please may I suck your dick?’ you will say `Please Master Jim, mayCandy suck you big dick?’ You got that?”“Yes, I under…”“THEN DO IT!” he screamed at me, causing me to involuntarily shudder as Ibacked away from his fury.“Sorry Master Sam, Candy is sorry. Candy agrees to and understandseverything you have told me… I mean her.” I hastily replied.Sam let out a long breath as some of the anger drained from his tenseface. “That’s better. This is only going to be as hard as you make it. Me?Personally, I hope you fight and struggle every step of the way. That way Iget to savor every little nuance of your shame and suffering.”His words chilled me to the bone. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasgoing to make it as hard and uncomfortable for me as he knew how.“Good, now we digress, back to your new rules. Number… six,” his brotherprompted again, “rule number six is that you will smile your prettiestsmile AT ALL TIMES! No matter how degraded, humiliated or sick you feel,you will always have a sexy little smile pasted on your pretty littleface. Comprend^Â?”Again I was forced to politely answer my Master, before he continued, therule making apparently over. “So why don’t you stay here sunning yourlittle ass? I think you front is well done,” I realized with another startthat I had slept in the sun much longer than I had planned, my whole frontand face had caught a great deal more sun than I had planned.“Here we’ll make sure you stay nice and tight.” This last was said as heproduced a roll of silver duct tape from a previously unnoticed duffel athis feet. Both boys forcibly rolled me over on to my front and proceed tobind me, none to gently, to the hammock frame. When finished, I was boundsecurely, spread-eagled face down, in the full heat of the sun. Samcontinued. “So let’s get some sun on your dainty little ass.Sam carefully made sure that my bikini top and thong bottom was in thecorrect position to join the tan lines on my front, slapped both my asscheeks really hard, and then commented. “Right then, you stay here sunningyour self Candy, while Jim and I go and have a good look around your house”And so I was left. I don’t know how long I remained bound tightly to myhammock; it must have been close to two hours. I can tell you that for whenthey eventually came back out to the pool, I was dying. The sun was reallyhot on my back, exposed ass cheeks, and legs. I was sweltering and ready togive them anything, I was so thirsty and hot, I would have gladly agreed toanything they ordered, or even politely asked. I was fried.“Hey Candy, you ready to come in and get changed for a little shopping?”Called Sam from the cool depths of my pool as they splashed around mereinches from my torment.“Yes please Master Sam. Candy’s ready to go in and get changed now.” Ieagerly replied my smile almost sincere now. Anything to be released fromthe stare of the sun.“Good girl, well why don’t you cool down in here a minute, after that we’llgo and get you changed and then it’s off to the shops. Hope you haveplenty of money Candy, because we have quite a little shopping spree aheadof us. But then, all girls love to shop for pretty things, and I bet alittle cock sucking faggot like you is no different Candy? Isn’t that true”“Yes Master Sam, Candy likes to go shopping for pretty things.”I was released, stripped naked to show off my new, unmistakably obvious,tan lines, and provide them with a great opportunity to taunt me about thesmall size of my male equipment.“Look!” called Sam as I climbed in to the delicious coolness of my pool,“that’s not really big enough to be a dick, it’s more like an oversizedclit! Hey Candy, I can see your Peter-Clit!” I realized it was obviouslyabout to get worse.Part 3. Changing:As I entered my bedroom, it was obvious the brothers had been busyhere. Every drawer was open, so was my wardrobe and every cupboard. Therewas a large pile of my clothing stuffed in to several garbage bags justoutside the door. With horror I looked in to my wardrobe and my worse fearswere confirmed as I looked upon my collection of Candy’s clothes. They hadbagged everything masculine thing I owned, and replaced it with all myskirts, dresses, and blouses. A quick look in to the still open drawersconfirmed the same story; all my jockey shorts were gone, replaced with allmy dainty panties and lacey brassieres. My socks were gone in place ofstocking, garter belts and tights. T-shirts were now my collection of tightfitting cropped tops, bodysuits, and camisoles and my jewelry was clutteredon top of my dresser.My reverie was short lived as Same pushed me on to my bed, now resplendentin my pink satin sheets I had been saving for a special day, “There you goCandy, we thought we’d tidy up a little. You won’t be needing all thoseugly masculine clothes and things, so we’re taking those, after all, be ashame to waste them wouldn’t it?”“Yes Master Sam.” I smiled as sweetly as I could as I watched them load upseveral thousand dollars of good suits, shirts and other clothing.“Good, now we’ve also moved all your pretty clothes in here for you. Yourpretty undies are all stashed away, and your lovely jewelry is out foryou. Now where’s your makeup?”“Oh I don’t… I mean, Candy doesn’t wear any make up Master Sam.”“No? Well we’ll soon see to that. Now Master Jim has picked out somethingpretty for you to wear on our trip to the mall and I’ll pick out somejewelry for you to wear also. What are you waiting for, your clothes are onthe bed. Get changed.”Please don’t make him be serious? He was, I could see that anger startingto rise up in him as he watched me watching him. I knew what was coming andwas frightened. I moved quickly to do as he ordered me.I picked up the butt plug and proceeded to lube it up well with thethoughtfully provided jar of Vaseline. It was not the first time I hadforced this rather large penis shaped plug up my ass, but the last time wasmany months ago and I had stretched my anus very little recently. It wasdefinitely the first time I had ever had to insert it in front of twomen. Knowing, and shying from, the consequences of refusal, I lubed theplug well before trying to gingerly slide it up my light hole. After aminute Sam exploded with anger at my slow progress and grabbed my wrist andpulled me to him as he sat in my bedroom chair. He roughly forced me overhis lap and then grabbed the butt plug and forced it straight up mydefenseless butt, slapping it fully home with the palm of his right hand. Iscreamed as the widest part was forced through my over stretched sphinctermuscle.Not satisfied that I was in enough pain, and still fueled with his anger atmy perceived reluctance to follow his orders, Sam laid in to spanking myunprotected ass with his oversized and callused hand. I couldn’t believethe pain that he was generating in my buttocks! In under a minute, my planto never let them see me cry was washed away with the tears that ran freelydown my cheeks. I was sobbing, screaming and begging for him to stop. Onlywhen I finally promised, swearing upon all manner of deities, promises andthreats, to obey his every spoken word, did he relent and stop his handhammering down on my derriere.He then turned me over and without pausing, forced my small testicles backup in to their cavity, it was extremely uncomfortable.As I climbed down from his lap I caught a glimpse of my bottom in thewardrobe door mirror. It was almost scarlet and was currently burning likehell from the evil combination of a brutal spanking, and a developing caseof sunburn. Worse, my front view revealed only a small penis, sans balls,hanging limply and pathetically down.I was heading for clothes lay out on my bed when Jim announced “Oh thatwon’t do. Not at all. We’re going to have to do something about all thatbody hair.”I looked down upon the sparse covering of body hair I was rather proudof. “Your right Bro.” Agreed Sam. “It’s into the shower with you young MissCandy Row. You’re gonna have to shave every last mother hair from that punybody of yours. Off to the shower you go. But here, no need to go naked isthere?” He through me the most translucent peignoir I had ever owned. Thisthing was transparent, only the merest hint of baby blush pink tinted itsshimmering nylon lace. I slipped it on as instructed, for once not evennoticing the silky texture of the robe. My pair of pink satin fur trimmedmules completed my attire for the seemingly long walk of twenty feet to mybathroom. My ass was still glowing, fiercely, and the butt plug up my asswas as uncomfortable as I remembered it to be.Here, I was instructed to remove the robe and slippers and stand beneathscalding jets of water and remove every last hair from my body, save thoseon my eyebrows, eyelashes and head. When I returned to my bedroom, onceagain resplendent in peignoir and four-inch pink shoes, I had beenthoroughly inspected for any single body hair. Further fun had been cruellymade of my small penis, now even more pathetic looking, sans itsneighborhood pubic forest.Now I was forced to don the clothing Master Jim… `I must stop myselfthinking of them as `Masters.” My outfit comprised of an a****l print andblack lace bra, a tiny turquoise thong I had been meaning to throw out foryears, due to its too small size. A brilliant red garter belt, a pair ofseamed black stockings, a hooped white mini skirt made from almosttransparent nylon, a pink angora sweater, and my six inch platformstilettos made from clear plastic completed the wanton attire laid out onmy bed for me.I was mortified at the prospect of my being seen dressed like this in apublic place like the mall. Once again, I desperately reviewed my options,hoping against hope that I had somehow missed a way out in my previousassessments. Unfortunately, none presented themselves to me, so I was leftwith on choice but to start putting on the sluttish apparel awaiting me.With considerable discomfort I worked the miniscule G-string panties up mylegs and in to place around my newly denuded privates, with my penis tuckedback the profile was entirely feminine with my balls stuffed uncomfortablyout of sight. The tribal brassier was next, repacked with my ever jigglinglatex breasts.I was briefly scolded when I failed to slide the stockings up my legs in asufficiently `sissy like’ manner, and was careful there after to live theroll of Sam’s sissy. Once the seams were straight to Sam and Jim’ssatisfaction, I attached them to the six oversized garters on the belt. Theslip like skirt was next, it’s lack of opaqueness and the tight way itclung to my still throbbing ass, served to do little to disguise thepresence of my bright turquoise thong and bright red garter belt. Even myrecently tanned thighs were clearly visible.Sam’s continuos mean looks in my direction convinced me that I had betterget a move on. I quickly slipped the angora sweater over my head, onceagain failing to notice a favored texture, but not failing to notice theway the dark a****l print of my bra was clearly visible through the tightlystretched fine and fuzzy wool.As I worked the towering shoes on to my reluctant feet and stood teeteringatop their ridiculous six-inch heels, I realized how exposed I felt dressedlike this. Even here with the two men forcing me to dress in this fashion,the transparent nature of my skirt, my slutty stockings and garters soclearly visible, with my bright pink wool sweater snugly hugging my bodywherever it touched, and it touched everywhere. I felt like I was wearingnothing.My feeling of insecurity wasn’t helped by Sam’s choice of the jewelry I wasto wear. My largest gold hoop earrings – a full four inches in diameter,every jangling bracelet I owned, and his finishing touch, when his brotherbreathlessly returned, a red studded collar, fresh from the neck of theirbitch Doberman, complete with jangling tags.“There we go Miss Candy, all dressed up and ready for your big shoppingadventure! Shall we go?”A final peek in the mirror confirmed my worse fears, an androgynous lookingperson, of decidedly uncertain gender, dressed as an obviously lower endstreet walker, stared back at me.Part 4. Coffee in the mall:Of course I had to drive to the mall, my plug seemingly to stuff my buttlike I was constantly having an enormous bowel movement.The two boys enjoying playing with every gadget my white Jeep Wrangler hadto offer, thus ensuring we drew more than our fair share of attention muchto my ever increasing horror. Sam directed me to pull off the freeway andhead to the Galleria. With shock I realized that my girlfriend Sherri andmany of our friends used the Galleria to shop and as a meeting place.“Please Master Sam, can’t Candy go shopping somewhere else?” I pleaded.Sam picked up on my reluctance immediately. “Oh so there’s some reason youwould rather not go to the Galleria Candy?Come on, tell Master Sam”What could I do? “Well, it’s just that I know… I mean Candy knows a lotof people who go there… including my girlfriend… Sherri… ”“Well silly” replied Sam in an annoyingly patronizing manner “tell me wherethey go, and perhaps we can avoid those places.”I was so thankful that I blurted out the names of the coffee shop and otherstores I knew Sherri and our friends frequented.I should have known better than to even think Sam had a compassionate bonein his body. “You hear that Jimbo, looks like we’re going to have to haveone of those lardy-dah coffee drinks. You see cunt” he said turning back tome “everyone’s going to see you as a sissy cock-sucker sooner orlater. Haven’t you worked it out yet? This is for keeps, I’m planning onmaking your new position a permanent one! So we might as well go in therenow and get it started. I’m sure there’s a whole list of people we gottalet know about Pasadena’s new official sissy slut!”We pulled in to the mall and Sam instructed me to park as far away from themall as was possible. Of course, that way I would have to put on my show aswe walked down town to get to the mall. `Would it ever end?’ I asked myselfonce again.As we left the parking structure Sam and the now seemingly emboldened Jim,gave me strict instructions on how I was to deport myself. Notsurprisingly, this comprised of me swinging my ass and breasts about asmuch as decency and the laws of gravity would permit. By the time weentered the Galleria I was strutting my stuff like a veteran hooker, anddrawing an uncomfortable amount of stares from people perplexed by theandrogynous specimen sashaying itself towards the mall.Once in the mall I was directed to walk precisely five paces behind the twomen, who kept shooting dagger like looks at me if my poise ever beliedanything other than a tart. We proceeded to walk from one end of the mall,stopping from time to time somewhere inconvenient like right outside thegentlemen’s toilets, and then back again. The entire time my cheeks wereburning bright red with shame. I would have hidden my face if I had notalready tried, been caught, and warned of the consequences if my head wasanything but held high. My shoulders were to be held rigidly back tofurther accentuate my pink wool encased and swirling breasts. My steps wereto small, ensuring the tortuous heels were noisy upon mall tile floors, andmy hips swung lewdly from side to side as I dutifully followed behind myMasters.When at last we made it back to where we had entered, Sam informed us itwas time for a refreshing coffee at my friends favored hang out. Cringingphysically, I followed Sam and Jim into the familiar, and once secure,interior of `The Golden Bean’. A furtive look around revealed no one Iknew, and so I relaxed enough to dutifully follow Sam’s loud orders and to`be a good slave and fetch us some of those fancy coffees’. I was sure to`be a good slave’ and get myself a super-sized cup of regular.Standing in line was nerve wracking as I expected to be recognized at anymoment. Still no one shouted my real name out. Sure I got a lot of strangelooks, and even heard one man refer to me as a “fucking faggot”, my faceerupted in to a deep red blush.I was grateful to be able to return to the relative sanctuary of the tablethe boys had secured. Of course my seat was facing, and directly in frontof the main entrance, ensuring I would be the first thing anybody saw asthey entered the coffee shop. That and the fact that the hard stool servedto further ram my uncomfortable butt plug even further home made sure I wasanything but relaxed.I dutifully drained my voluminous coffee, and even made it half way troughthe refill I was instructed to purchase, before it happened.The way I quickly thrust my head into the cover of my arms was enough toalert Jim that they had hit pay dirt and somebody I knew had justentered. “Looks like Miss Candy has a friend in the house” he joked.“Who is it?” hissed Sam.Reluctantly I told them, “That great big muscle bound guy by the cakes,he’s some kind of friend of Sherri’s”“Well then, don’t you think you should go over and say `Hi’? Be sure to useyour new girly voice like we practiced earlier cunt.”No. He couldn’t be serious? Could he? He didn’t really expect me to go overto that jock, dressed like this, and strike up a conversation? Please God,NO!“Well go on then Candy, go up to the nice man and say Hi. Oh, and be sureto make sure he knows who you are, you know mention Sherri’s name a fewtimes to be sure. In fact go on and invite him over to join us, that way wecan be sure he knows all about you. Well go on then, go get him!”I was forced up out of seat, the ferocity of Sam’s voice had made sure thatall heads were turned in our direction, and were now, thanks to Sam, openlystaring at me. Fighting back waves of nausea, I fought to remain consciousas I made my blushing way to… what was his name? Dave, Denn, no Don, thatwas it Don.His eyes were locked on to me as I made my way over to him. As quietly aspossible, I dug myself still deeper in to the mire”Hello Don, how you doing buddy?” I asked in my almost falsetto little girlvoice.Whether it was my accent or something else that triggered his recognition Iwill never know, but his eyes lit up in recognition and surprise.“It’s… it’s Alan isn’t it? Alan Borne?”“Yes” I was once again blushing furiously “So. Ahh… well, so how youbeen? You look good.”“Yeah” he stammered, “so do you, I mean a little different from when last Isaw you…”“Yes well,” I tried to bravely push on, but there was something about Don’sstare that frightened me a little. I pushed on regardless, “we werewondering, that is, ah, my two friends over there” I pointed to where Samand Jim were listening in enthusiastically “were wondering if you wouldlike to join us?“Yeah sure, I’d like to know what all this is about. Believe me, I have avested interest” His last comments, and the quick nature of his acceptancedid nothing to dispel my feelings of uneasiness. “Let me get a coffee andI’ll come join you and `your two friends”.Of course I should have guessed how it was going to go. My luck wasn’texactly sky rocketing at present. Turns out Don had been trying to getinside the panties of my lovely girlfriend Sherri, and with recent successI was horrified to learn. He saw this as a perfect opportunity to demolishmy reputation with the woman I was in love with, and at the same time get alittle revenge for the two years he was convinced I had stolen from him bydating Sherri. Don reveled in telling the brothers and I that Sherri hadfinally despaired at the tiny size of my penis, and so had gone to Don for`some real loving’.I was distraught. On top of all the indignities heaped on top of mealready, I had now been revealed as a little sissy faggot to the man whowas fucking my girlfriend, and now I had three Masters!I was dispatched to go loiter outside the gents, “But under nocircumstances was I to use them.” I dutifully loitered, drawing a wideselection of reactions ranging from hate and contempt, through pity, and onto lust! Yes, I distinctly remember two different men looking at me in adecidedly unpleasant sexual manner. Meanwhile the brothers and Don plottedand planned further injustices upon me.By the time the three men had completed their discussions, exchangednumbers and just generally leered at me, I was beginning to feel theeffects of over twenty fluid ounces of coffee and was beginning to squirm alittle.Sam as always, missed nothing. “What’s the matter there Miss Candy? Youlook a little uncomfortable.”“I need… “A quick ferocious glare made me see my error, “I mean Candyneeds to pee Master Sam.”“Well that’s too bad then, you should have gone before we left home. Comeon, we’ve got loads of shopping to do. Bring your credit cards cunt, let’sgo.” And so I wobbled and jangled along after them.Part 5. The Salon:Our first stop was at a salon I knew Sherri used occasionally. I knew thisbecause I had spent some time waiting for her here. I was known.Once inside Sam wasted no time on pleasantries, he strolled up to thecounted and demanded that “Can someone take care of this sissy here rightnow!”I cringed ands felt my face flame red again. A young girl I had never met,thankfully, came to see what the fuss was all about, “Can I help you…”again the pause due to my uncertain looking sex, “men, is it?”“Yes, we’re all men, though to be honest I think my friend Alan here,”waving to me as I stood rooted to the spot bahis firmaları in shame and humiliation. Hecontinued, “I think Alan, or Candy as he likes to be called, Candy wouldlike to get a full perm, color, manicure and pedicure. Isn’t that rightCandy?” His openly hostile glare once again told me of the futility inarguing with him.“Yes please Miss.” I answered in my now familiar feeling little girlyvoice; “Can you please fit Candy in?” I was desperately hoping they wouldbe too busy on this hot Saturday afternoon.“Well yes, it’s pretty quiet here for a Saturday, I think Gloria can helpyou now.”Gloria, I recognized the name immediately from some only half listened toconversation I’d had with Sherri about her stylist. Gloria was Sherri’sstylist, and friend.The brothers Grimm followed me through to the work area where Gloria andone other girl were chatting to themselves in an empty salon. As weapproached I could see she didn’t recognize me, after all it is quite aleap to go from normal man, to androgynous slut.The young lady from the front was quick to explain my situation to Gloria,whose eyebrows rose accordingly. She looked at me with renewed interest,just as Sam blew away the final veil of recognition, “Hello there, thisyoung man Alan, wants a big blonde curly hair do. We are talking bighair. Isn’t that right Alan? You want something more befitting your newstatus in life, something more in keeping with your new role of Candy thecock sucking sissy sex slave?”Again I was forced to totally demean myself and ask for something I hadabsolutely no desire for. “Yes please Gloria.”But Gloria wasn’t listening, the use of my real first name, coupled with myunmistakable accent, had caused her to lean forward and to stare in to myeyes. “I know you! You’re Alan. Sherri’s… boyfriend? I knew Sherri saidyou were a little pathetic at times, but I had no idea it was thispathetic!”Ow! Even now, it hurt to hear the lady I thought was in love with me hadbeen telling her friends, even her hair stylist, that I `was a littlepathetic’.Gloria suddenly seemed very enthusiastic to help in my humiliation. “Wellthen Alan, why don’t you step out of your cute little stockings and we goget your hair washed while your friends here” this was said with a look ofpretty intense lust directed at Sam, “tell Monica what it is exactly `you’want done.” With that, she allowed me two minutes to hastily remove mystockings, not bothering to tell me why, then grabbed my wrist, with moreforce than was necessary, and dragged me towards the hair washing stationsat the rear of the store.Once again I found myself careening along with no say in my future, I wasnot enjoying this at all. Once in among the wash stations Gloria let meknow exactly what she thought of me. “I can’t believe how pathetic you are,no wonder Sherri’s been looking else where for some decent sex. Oh yesAlan, or didn’t I hear you called Candy back there?” My down turned eyesconfirmed her answer. “Well Miss Candy, I cannot wait to see Sherri andtell her how pathetic little you is being forced to flounce around the mallin your slutty little clothes, forced by two teenagers at that. They aren’teven real men!” She erupted in laughter as she viciously yanked my headback under the hot water and proceeded to lather my hair.It was with mounting regret that I lamented my decision to let my hair growout. Although up to a little over four hours ago I’d thought it kinda coolin a grunge way, I was now regretting it badly. Gloria had a lot to workwith, and I desperately feared what was being discussed back in the salon.Once my hair had been shampooed and conditioned, I was lead back in to thesalon.“Hey Gloria, we thought you might like to use Lisa’s station? She’s nothere, and you have to admit it has the best view!” this last comment wasmet with gales of laughter from all, but me. I realized the source of theirlaughter when I was made to sit in the chair immediately next to the largeglass windows that comprised the front of the store.“Hey look Candy. Look what we made for you!” Sam was holding a piece ofwhite cardboard, twenty inches high and nearly three feet in width. Writtenin large, eye-catching, and bold text was the legend: SEE A MAN BETRANSFORMED IN TO A SISSY BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES!Again I could only marvel at what terrible injustices could make a man sucha sadistic bastard. He never missed an opportunity to make a terribleordeal even worse. Sam was a natural sadist, but not just the stupidviolent kind; no he was a meticulous and intelligent natural psychologicalbully. With much laughter, Sam taped the billboard in to place in thewindow right next to me. Worse, as Gloria and Monica started work on me,Sam and Jim went outside to first stare, but then to actively get people towatch my ordeal from a few feet from where I burned with shame.Gloria and Monica went to work on me. Pulling out all the stops as my hairwas soaked with an array of evil smelling chemicals, both my toes andfingers were fussed over, all unseen by me as I was ordered to keep my eyestightly close during the entire procedure. All I knew was that it felt likemy toes were painted; my fingernails had something glued to them beforebeing sprayed with something involving a small compressor and airgun. I wasguided, with my eyes still screwed shut, to a chair with a hair dryer overit. Once the hair dryer was positioned over my head, blocking out allsounds from outside, I felt it being moved. Strongly believing Sam’s threatof making me give blowjobs out in the nearby crowded mall toilets, I optedto follow his orders and not sneak a peak. If I had I would have beenmortified to learn that they had actually wheeled me outside the store.Little known to me, I was providing free entertainment as I sat there,oblivious to everything but the loud hum of the hairdryer. Sam’s sign wasnow prominently taped to the chair besides me.For over an hour I sat there as streams of people, mostly strangers butprobably one or two people whom new me personally, walked by, or worsestopped to study the ridiculous spectacle I was unwillingly providing.Finally Gloria decided I was `done’ so I was wheeled back inside and helpedback to the window side chair. Gloria now set about piercing myears. Apparently it had been decided that I should have each ear piercedthree times! Gloria loved her work. I could hear how much enjoyment I wasproviding her each time I grunted when she finally stopped toying with meand pierced another of the holes. “Oh you are such a sissy Candy, evenlittle school girls make less of a fuss than you are”. I decided againstpointing out that most of these little treasures she was describing to me,were probably here of their own volition, and probably only had two holesat a time!Monica fixed three pair of gold studs in place while lecturing me on how totake care of them, and not to wear anything too large for about aweek. Meanwhile Gloria was putting the finishing touches to my `new’ hair,which I had yet to catch a glimpse of, as she yanked on a comb, pulling andtwisting my hair and head all over my head.Finally! They were done. I was told I could open my eyes. The first thing Isaw, once my eyes adjusted to the glare, was a crowd of about nine peopleall staring and smiling, their eyes a mixture of pity, lust and disgust, atme in the chair now facing outside the salon. Sam then spun my chair aroundwith a fanfare call of “Ta-Raaa!”I couldn’t believe my eyes. The face was still unmistakably mine, but thatwas all you could say. My still vaguely recognizably masculine face wasframed, no surrounded, by a mass of brilliant platinum blond tresses. Theslightest movement of my head resulted in a gorgeous eruption of light andcascading platinum curls. It was gorgeous, if only it wasn’t on me, I mean,if only it wasn’t my hair!“Check out your nails!” cried a delighted Sam.For some reason I looked at my toenails first, they are brilliantlycandy-pink colored. Immediately I see my new fingernails from the corner ofmy eye. In mounting horror I hold them up for closer inspection. They arehorrendous! Each nail continues from where my natural nail finished arepulsive full half an inch. Worse, on each vivid pink nail is a mildlypornographic image of a woman holding a different suggestive pose on eachnail. Closer inspection reveals that the accurately sprayed rendering is ofme. The enormous platinum locks confirm that it is intended to be me lyingholding my legs wide open up in the air. It is me on all fours with a hand`fondling’ my ass, it’s me sucking on the large dildo, and it’s me holdingmy enormous breasts up for review. I’m way too shocked to think to commenton the amazing detail on each nail, and my eyes are only pulled from mynails by catching myself brushing back a stray lock of hair that fell overmy eyes. I realize with a start what an obviously feminine reflex it is.Jim, of course, also does not fail to recognize it as such. “Did you seethat?” he shouts, “Did you see her brush her bangs from her eyes? Man, thatis such a sissy thing to do!”Unfortunately Gloria had also seen me do it and quickly joined Sam inturning the screws down a little tighter on my rapidly decreasingmasculinity.“You know Candy, I think you’re enjoying this. I think you like being madeto look like a hot sissy slut. I suppose that way you figure you’ll be ableto attract lots of me, then you can suck on their big hard cocks, and letthem fuck you up your tight little virgin sissy-pussy. Is that what youthink Candy? Go on tell your Auntie Gloria. Tell Auntie Gloria that’s whatyou think and that’s what you want to do, go on tell Auntie!”Sam threatened to back hand me as I started to lower my head in shame,planning to mumble some response, “Now you tell your nice Auntie Gloriawhat she wants, and you make sure you do it loud and clear, and in yourbest voice.”I again avoided pain by giving him what he wanted, my pride. “Yes AuntieGloria. Thank you so much for making Candy look such a sissy slut, nowCandy can attract lots of men. Then Candy can suck on their big hard cocksand let them fuck Candy up her virgin sissy-pussy.”“Now then Candy,” interrupted Sam, “your sissy-pussy’s not really a virginis it? Tell Auntie Gloria why not.”Being sure to maintain an acceptable pose and volume, I told them all whatI thought Sam wanted me to say. “No, that’s right Master Sam,” thiselicited more laughter from the girls and those spectators still closeenough to hear, “Candy currently has a large butt plug up her virginsissy-pussy.”“And who’s plug is it Candy?” quizzed an evilly smiling Sam.“It’s Candy’s butt plug Master Sam.”“And you have many more toys, don’t you Candy. Tell us exactly what toysyou own.”God this was so hard to do. “Candy has two vibrators, one eight inches longand shaped exactly like a big black cock, the other is much smaller and issilver. Candy also owns three butt plugs shaped like penises. One small,the medium one is in Candy’s sissy-pussy now, and one even larger one. AndCandy also owns a string of beads, and a vibrating artificial vagina.”“Oh that must be for you to practice licking pussy on!” roared Sam.After much more humiliating recitals of my peculiar sexual peccadilloes asI was `permitted’ to supply a further show highlight, by putting my seamedstockings back on, in clear view of the main mall walkway. Sam and Jimtemporarily tired of poking fun at me so ordered that I pay Gloria andMonica, being sure to tip them each handsomely. We were on our way back into the mall.Part 6. Made Up:Our next port of call was at the cosmetics counter of a large departmentstore.“How can I help you… you… young men?” she guessed as she studied meclosely for evidence of my true gender.“Well thank you Miss. The truth is my sissy friend Alan, I’m sorry, I meanmy sissy faggot friend Candy here, needs to buy a complete set of makeup. Everything from lip-gloss to eyelashes, to blusher, to that tan muckyou spread all over the face… you know? The works.”The girl could only stare incredulously at me. “Is that true?” she asked inamazement, “I mean do you, do you really want me to help you choose out acomplete set of cosmetics for you?”“Yes” I mumbled, and then as Sam shot me another look, louder, “Yes pleaseMiss, Candy would love for you to help her choose some makeup.”“Well OK then… ahh, what look do you want?”Sam interrupted her “Oh we think something really vampish. You knowsomething like those women in that movie `Boogey Nights’. You seen thatone?”“Well… yes I have, but that was based in the seventies, it’s an awfullyslutty look, perhaps we could…”Sam cut her short again “Yes that’s what she, I mean HE, wants. You want tolook really slutty don’t you Candy? You know. Tell the nice young lady howyou want to be a real slut so that you can attract all the men. Go on tellher.”This was continuously getting worse. Now I had to ask a perfect stranger toadvise me on the right cosmetics to make me look a complete slut. “Yesplease Miss, Candy wants to look really slutty to attract all the men.”“Oh and Candy, be sure to hold your sign up where everybody can see it” hepassed me my billboard.The sales assistant hesitated briefly before she realized the commissionavailable from such a sale and her tone became cold and courteous. Afterall, it meant nothing to her who bought the stuff; “OK, then walk thisway… uh Miss Candy” she sneered.I was led to a high chair besides the `Wet `n’ Wild’ cosmeticsstand. Figures Sam would deliberately pick out the booth with the mostgarish selection seemingly specifically targeted at rambunctious teenagersseeking to shock the establishment through wearing too much loud cosmetics.I climbed up upon the seat, being sure to position my sign clearly upon mylap as instructed, trying to ignore the comments and stares of thepassersby. I couldn’t help both rejoicing on the relief the chair providedmy feet and cursing the damned butt plug forced deep up inside me again. Irealized that once again I had been maneuvered to the seat most publiclysituated. As the sales lady plied my face and carried on a runningcommentary about what each lotion, creme and ointment would do for mycomplexion, and how best to apply them, Sam and Jim took off for anotherpart of the store. As Abigail, I learned from her badge, smothered mysmooth face with a base of something unpleasant smelling, I thought aboutescape. This was the first time I had been allowed out of the brother’ssight, if I was to run, it would have to be now, but where? Sam had my carand house keys, and my wallet. I had no where to go, and no way to getthere. I realized that once again I had no choice but to play along withthem, and just hope I escaped or they lost interest, before any lastingdamage was done to my body or my mental state. So I sat still and Abigaildid her job.Finally, Abigail was finishing up her masterpiece, having plucked myeyebrows back in to thin high arches, having glued enormously thick andheavy false eyelashes to both the top and bottom natural lashes. She hadmeticulously traced a pouting outline with a dark lipliner around my lips,before filling in the spaces with a dazzling scarlet lipstick, which wasthen smothered in a sickly tasting gloss. My blue eyes were high lighted bythe combination of the thick masscared eyelashes, dark blue kohl penciloutlining, complete with a large Egyptian tick at the far corners. Theshimmering eyelids above them also further accentuated them. A combinationof bright blue, pink and brown eyeshadow, all three were heavily dosed withgold glitter, served to light up my eyes. A too heavy brush of pink blushcompleted my transformation from happy man, to sultry reluctant sissy. Andall this was framed by my dazzlingly eye-catching mass of tightly curledand flowing platinum blond tresses. There was no way you could look in tomy face and think anything other than sexy looking slut. All trace of AlanBorne was gone.The return of Sam and Jim coincided with Abigail bagging way too many pots,jars, tubes, sticks and bottles of makeup in to two full size plasticbags. There were lipsticks ranging from pale pink, through blood red tomauve, nail polish including turquoise and lime green, and eyeshadow inalmost every garish color known to man.Sam handed me back my wallet, commenting “We must get you a pretty purseCandy, that way you’ll have somewhere to carry your makeup, pocket book andtoys…” The last part worried me, toys?“Here.” He said as he passed me another full carrier bag, “we got you someperfume. You’d better put some on now.” He opened the bag and removed alarge bottle of Coco, by Chanel. “This has always been a favorite ofmine. Here you go.” And with that he proceeded to drench me in the sicklyperfume, applying way too much.Stinking like brothel I paid Abigail, I was horrified to find that thetotal for my makeover and carry out was in excess of $450!Worse, Sam insisted I give Abigail a $30 tip. This could get expensive forme real quick; it wasn’t like I was rolling in cash to start with.Ignoring my pleas to let me please use the bathroom, we set off back in tothe mall at a dizzying pace. To keep up, and still walk in a mannerapproved by my young Masters, I had to practically jog along behind themwith tiny little mincing steps. The effect was spectacular, my heels rainedout a staccato beat on the hard tile floor, and my breasts were jumping upand down all over the place. Such was the way they were bouncing,practically unfettered, inside my tight pink sweater, there was a very realthreat of my accidentally ejecting a water filled condom out from myvisible bra and on to the floor for everyone to see.Part 7. Clothes:My bladder was full to overflowing, and I was finally able to persuade Jimto let me go to the bathroom. I had not realized that he had purposefullywaited for the mall’s busiest lunch period, and was shocked when he refusedme entry to the gents, where I was heading on autopilot. Where you thinkyou’re going Candy? That’s your bathroom over there.” He was pointing tothe long line outside the ladies toilets.I was forced to stand inline, never having felt more an imposter in mylife, and enter that sacrilegious area off limits to every man. As I stoodwaiting patiently inline, I could hear the thinly veiled comments as to my`disgusting’ state of dress, and questions as to what kind of slut woulddress like that for a trip to a crowded mall. I could not get out of therequick enough, and was actually relieved to get back to Jim and Sam.We moved on to a large store which appeared to specialize in clothes andaccessories for teenage girls, while Sam escorted me to a young boredlooking sales assistant, Jim went off to check out the stores collection ofjewelry. Heaving the two heavy bags of cosmetics with me, I moved to standthe approved distance behind Master Jim as he addressed theassistant. “Hello Miss. I wonder if you would be so kind as to help myfriend Alan, say hello Alan, say hello to… ” He leaned over the counterto read her name tag, “say hello to Vivica.”“Hello Vivica.”Vivica’s mouth dropped open in amazement as she stared open mouthed as thisvision of blond beauty was revealed to be a man! Her pretty face changed,instantly, in to a sneer of contempt. “You pervert! What are you? Sick orsomething?”“Well yes he is Vivica” interrupted Sam, “You see he gets off being treatedreally badly by strangers in public places. Isn’t that true Candy, tell thenice Miss Vivica how you love it when someone like her treats you like thepiece of shit you are. Tell her how happy you’d be if she would dress youlike the little slut you long to be, and be sure to mention what a bigtipper you are.”“Yes, it’s true Miss Vivica, Candy would love it if you would be so kind asto help me pick out some dresses…”“Go on Candy” hissed Sam.“Please Miss Vivica, help dress Candy like the little slut she wants sobadly to be, you can treat me like shit.” I practically begged the bitch.Her face lit up as she realized what an opportunity for my totalhumiliation she was being presented with. “Well, since you asked so nicelyCandy, I would be happy to make your shopping experience a livinghell. Come on slut, let’s go get you dressed.”For the next fifty minutes I was forced to parade in and out of thedressing rooms in a fantastic collection of lingerie, catsuits, micro-miniskirts and dresses, tube tops, incredibly tight Capri pants and hot pants.With every item, no matter how small or revealing, and I knew for a factthat Miss Vivica was showing me nothing of an evenly vaguely conservativenature, every little item had to be worn outside the changing room for apublic display. Each piece of clothing was modeled for the purposes offurther degrading me, and for the pleasure of Sam, Jim, Vivica, and anypassersby’s. I was forced to twirl, bend over, sit with my legs crossed,uncrossing and recrossing them time and time again, any position that wouldpossibly cause me any more humiliation. Then it was back to the changingroom for the next skimpy little outfit, as Sam and Jim told Vivica whichitems I would be buying, all to frequently ordering the item in a sizesmaller than that which I had already had trouble squeezing myself into.As the `sweet Miss Vivica’ was folding my purchases prior to packing themin to yet more bags for me to carry, she commented to Sam, “You know I havea friend who would be most interested in meeting young Miss `Thing’ here?”“Really” I could tell Sam’ interest was piqued.“Yeah, his names Tyrone and he takes great pleasure in little sissies likeCandy here. Mind you, I should warn you he’s over six foot-six and threehundred pounds.”“Oh that’s OK, I think it important that Candy here broadens her horizons!”“Good then. Here let me get Candy’s number, I’ll have Ty call her. He canintroduce her around the LA DOM/sub scene… as well as a very personalintroduction to over eleven inches of solid Negro man meat!”While I reeled in horror at her words, both Sam and Jim thought ithysterically funny. “What do you say to that Candy, looks like `Y’o gonnabe some big ol’ Nigger’s bitch’. Just think of it, a hulking great blackman holding you tightly and forcing his enormous manhood up your littlesissy-pussy. We gotta get you home so that we can move you up a size inplugs.”“Maybe we ought to stop off on the way and pick up a few other toys forlittle Miss Candy!” jeered Jim.With this new threat hanging over my head, I was made to give Vivica myhome and business numbers so she could pass them on to her friend Tyrone.My next pleasure was the shoe shop in the center of the mall. As we entereda young man, more a boy really, came over to ask how he could help us. Samexplained that I was here to buy some `come-fuck-me-pumps’. The boy’s eyesnearly popped out of his sockets as he checked me out in my tiny littlecostume.He regained his composure enough to have me sit and measure my feet, allthe while sneaking not too conspicuous glances up my long legs. Hedisappeared to the back of the store to fetch some shoes and Sam took thisopportunity to order me “I want you to flirt with the k**, you know let himsee right up your skirt, and use your feet to feel his dick up.”He returned carrying three boxes and proceeded to fit me with the mosthideously heeled shoes I had ever seen. These comprised of one pair withtowering six inch heels covered with rhinestones, another pair of sixinchers in black patent leather with an ankle strap with a large goldbuckle, and a final pair of red leather Mules with a paltry five inch heel.I obediently allowed him an uninterrupted view up my long legs, past mybright red garter belt and all the way to my tiny turquoise G-string. As hefitted the first of the shoes, the red Mules, I obediently slid my otherfoot down to his crotch, trying to ignore the fact that my skirtconsequently slid further up my thighs. He jumped as my black nylon cladfoot found his growing erection and proceeded to massage it through theshiny polyester of his pants.Each pair had to be tried on and modeled by me before young Pete wouldslowly remove them and fit the next pair, all the while massaging my nylonclad foot as I rubbed his tool with my painted toes. When we finally left,with all three pairs, Pete was sporting an embarrassing dark spot and I hada damp foot and bright red face.Finally, we were done shopping. Struggling under the load of bagscontaining over $1,900 of skirts, dresses, blouses, lingerie, shoes andcosmetics, and with my billboard sign taped to my sleazily gyrating ass, Iwiggled my way after my tormentors, out to the car park.Part 8. Eric & Porn:True to his word, Jim made us stop at a large adult shop about two milesfrom my house. I was forced to go inside, look everything over, while beingsure to bend over in a most provocative manner, with the brothers lookingon. I then had to purchase ten explicit magazines which covered suchdelightful subjects as inter-racial sex (Sam though this would be goodstudying for my upcoming date with Tyrone), b********y, female domination,cock and ball torture and gay sex. Plus, I had to ask the clerk to adviseon which were their biggest butt plugs and vibrators, and buy two of each.The clerk was a total pig who kept making thinly veiled comments as to howhe could take care of the blond goddess before him, meaning I wouldn’t needto buy the toys with him around.The brothers held a quick conference and while Jim dragged me around toselect from the stores comprehensive collection of whips, paddles,handcuffs, nipple clamps, restraints and pathetically skimpy fantasy wear,Sam held a whispered conversation with the clerk.Finally, my arms over flowing with toys, clothes and restraints, Jim led meto the check out where I was forced to fork over my credit card again foranother four hundred dollar plus spree. Worse, the clerk insisted onchecking my ID, and reading my name, address and telephone number out loudfor the other shifty looking customers to snigger at.If I thought my humiliation in this store was over, I was mistaken. “Whydon’t you ask the nice man, Eric here,” Gesturing to fat slob of a clerk,“to show you how to use this?” Sneered Sam as he selected an enormous blackbutt plug from my purchases. “This one looks suitable to get you preparedfor your forthcoming dates with big black Tyrone!”“Yeah, right on!” sleazed little brother Jim, ” and while your at it, whydon’t you get him to help you put these on too?” He handed me an enormouspair of incredibly life like silicone breasts. One side was smooth where itfitted against the wearers chest, but the other must have been close to a`D’ cup, complete with an impressively jutting nipple, half an inch indiameter, close to an inch in length. The flesh coloring, including theaureole and nipples were very life like. Sam also selected me a change ofclothing, the pathetically inadequate pink French maids outfit I had justpurchased for a mere $170. I was mortified, not only would I have to dressup like some little school boys fantasy French maid, but I would have toforce this gigantic black plug up my ass, all the while receiving mostunwanted assistance from this fetid pig of a clerk.“Please Master’s, don’t make me… don’t make Candy do this, please!” I wasbegging Sam and Jim, but I could already see it was to no avail. I had nochoice but to comply.“Please Eric, would you please be so kind as to help me?”“Well of course Candy, it would be my pleasure to assist you.” He repliedwith heavily faked sincerity. “Come with me, we don’t have a changing room,but we can use one of the peep show booths.”As I made my way, teetering upon my high heels behind his corpulent ass,Sam called after us, “Be sure to show Eric your gratitude Candy. I’ll bequestioning him about your behavior when you get back.” Great, I thought,what new indignity would this involve?Eric found us a clear booth and switched on a video using his masterpasskey. The screen lit up to show two young ladies taking `on’ ahorse. Eric positioned his considerable bulk in to the one seat, leaving meto stand on a floor that was sticky with fluids, of which I had no wish toknow their origins.“Go on then Candy. Sam’s told me all about you, how you like to dress up asa little slut so that you can make men lust after you and then suck theircocks. I’m looking forwards to you getting to be real intimate with mycock. But first, why don’t you slip in to something more uncomfortable.”I was then forced in to the most degrading strip tease imaginable. As moreand more of my flesh was revealed Eric ran his hands all over my body,apparently not giving a damn about my true gender. Finally I was naked;Eric took great delight in having me fondle my “tiny clitty” for him. Heinsisted that I writhe around in a “Seductive” manner as I fondled myselfand watched the movie and he fondled my ass. Despite the incrediblefeelings of revulsion at what had, and was continuing, to happen to me, Ieventually erupted in an orgasm, shooting my seed over the floor.Eric then insisted I sit on the mucky floor while he prepared the adhesivefor my new breasts, and I massaged his revolting erection through his dirtytrousers. Such was my level of repulsion as my sleazily manicured handsslid up and down his polyester encased manhood, that I failed to noticethat he was using Super Glue to coat the back of the siliconemonstrosities.“Here you go Candy, time for a little augmentation. Be a good little sissyand kneel for a mo.”With my hands still stroking his revolting cock and my face bearing myalmost permanent smile, I did as I was bid. He carefully positioned bothbreasts at one, quickly positioning them and holding them firmly inplace. Within thirty seconds he was able to let go and let them hangfree. Their weight surprised me as the dropped, I could feel the adhesivepulling at my natural chest and as I straightened my back I was amazed athow lifelike they looked as they jiggled and swung below me. With my backheld straight they still jutted straight out from my chest, looking liketwin torpedoes. I now had breasts, complete with silver dollar sized areolaand nipples that appeared permanently aroused as they jutted forth a fullthree quarters of an inch long and nearly a half wide. I looked like acharacter from a Japanese Hentai cartoon.“There. Now you got you some real tits!” laughed Eric as he pulled andcupped them. “Make `em bounce for me!” So I jumped up and down on the spot,and bent over and wiggled my chest in his face. I was amazed at how lifelike they looked, but hated their heavy weight and apparent decision makingability as I swear they never Stayed still.“Now lets see about getting your ass stretched out for your `big’ date.”Laughed Eric, for some reason he thought this double- entenrde hilarious.Relieved to be able to quit bouncing all over the place, or rubbing hisdick through his pants, I was never the less revolted as I was made toremove my existing butt plug. To my horror Eric then forced it in to mymouth, and then turned me around to allow him access to my vaguely stillvirginal asshole. After a few painful attempts at forcing it up dry, Ericrelented and let me remove the much smaller one from my mouth. I thought Iwas getting away with it – wrong.He made me kneel in front of him and practice my `oral technique’ on theenormous black plug. This thing was six inches in length, and at its widestover two inches in diameter, like the last one it was shaped as a realisticpenis, complete with glans and veins. I could barely get my mouth around itand left traces of my scarlet lipstick around its glistening head as Ifollowed orders and kissed and licked it before taking it whole in to mymouth. Eric delighted in him holding it while enjoying watching me bob upand down on it as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper down my stretchedthroat. Finally, after coming very close to gagging a few times, I was ableto accommodate it fully. He then sawed it in and out of my mouth whilemoving my head around to enjoy the spectacle from all differentangles. That was the easy bit.Eric told me to be sure to lube it well with saliva as `I knew where it wasgoing next’. After spreading as much saliva over the repulsive latex toy, Iturned around as told, and reached back to pull my ass cheeks wide apart.“Oh such pretty nails Candy. I’d love to see you in all those poses. Didyou pick out the designs yourself?”Any answer I might have had was lost as he screwed the ass plug fullyhome. My scream must have woken the dead as I felt the widest part slippast my sphincter. God, I felt so stuffed, so full, so incrediblystretched.Satisfied with progress so far, Eric decided it was time for me to put on alittle show for him, for the next ten minutes I was forced to jump up anddown to make my new mammoth breasts leap all over the place. I was thenordered on to all fours so that he could use the toe of his shoe to forcemy plug fully home, while making my pendulous breasts swung violentlybeneath me as I grunted with the pain he caused me on the filthy floor.Finally it was time for me to get dressed. With much `help’ from Eric, Iwas squeezed in to the miniscule French maid’s outfit. The uniformcomprised of a big fluffy flared petticoat that served to push the whitelace trimmed hem of the pathetic little pink dress up until it was over 45degree above my thighs. Black fishnet stocking were clipped to the whitegarter belt, and a pair of hideously frilly white and pink, rumba stylepanties encased my still sore buttocks. The shiny pink satin dress itselfwas incredibly revealing and was designed so that a bra could not be worn,my new breasts were proudly displayed on a built in shelf, the lacey bib ofthe dress barely rising to cover `my’ aureole. My new nipples were proudlyjutting through the stretchy white lace. A little lace bib, which ties witha large flouncey bow in back, lace headdress, and lacey fingerless gloves,all in white, completed my attire.With my platform shoes back in place, Eric had me practice my `maids walk’within the tight confines of the booth. This involved me holding my handdown by my hips, with my fingers held up and out kaçak iddaa from me, and walking withquick little steps, never extending my gait beyond eight inches. The resultwas that my breasts jiggled maniacally all over the place and the hem of mydress kept flipping up to reveal a generous view of my stocking tops,thighs and even my frilly panty clad derriere.My next `treat’ was to squeeze in to the small chair next to Eric, andwhile his hand roamed freely all over my body, mine returned to rubbing hisstiff little dick through his shiny pants. We watched the disgusting moviein this manner for a little while, Eric all the while commenting andquestioning on what was happening on screen.“See the size of that horses dick Candy, do you think your boyfriends willbe that big?’ Or “I bet you can’t wait until you get to suck on a realdick. I can tell you’re a natural cock sucker from the way you sucked onthat big ol’ butt plug.” His words made me remember that I was stillexpected to show Eric my `gratitude’.I think Eric remembered this about the same time I did. “Well I tell youwhat Miss Candy, why don’t you help yourself right now?Go on, have at it!” this last was said while looking down at his hard cock.Groaning with humiliation and fighting a strong urge to puke, I slip to myknees in front of him. Please God no, please don’t make me have to dothis. But God was busy elsewhere as I found my long fingernails reachingout and inexpertly puling down his fly. Eric let out his own little groanas my warm fingers reached in to his shorts and released his horrid penisin to the flickering lights of the peep show booth.Once free from its confines, I was alarmed to see it was not as small as Ihad hoped. In truth it was a little over six inches tall, but easily aswide as the plug currently painfully stretching my poor asshole. I ran mypink finger nailed hands up and down its length, attempting to postpone theinevitable, and also shocked to see how entirely feminine my small glovedhands did indeed look wrapped around Eric’s thick tool.Inevitably, Eric confirmed I could delay no longer. “Go on then Candy, kissmy beauty, plant a big wet smacker right on its eye. Then lets see thatlovely tongue of yours dancing around my knob head.”Crying inside I did as instructed and lowered my head to plant a long,slow, kiss on the top of his glans, spreading his pre-cum with mylips. Then fighting back the nausea, I proceeded to run my tongue up anddown, and all around its length and crown. My saliva glistened like sliverin the reflected light from the screen behind me, and there were traces ofmy bright red lipstick all over it’s length. Taking a handful of my longflowing hair, Eric decided to set me a more suitable pace and proceeded toforce my mouth down over his engorged cock. My screams quickly becamestifled moans as his glans forced its way into my mouth and down mythroat. Maintaining his painful handful of my platinum curls Eric set thepace as he forced my head up and down his dick. I could not believe thecombination of revulsion, humiliation and pain as his seemingly monstrousdick slid up and down my throat. I was actually sucking, no deep throatinga man! Sure, it was totally against my will, but that didn’t alter the factthat in the space of one day, I had allowed myself to be changed from a maninto a totally submissive sissy. A sissy who was even now having her facefucked while dressed in enormous fake boobs. A skimpy, little, totallyrevealing, fetish costume, while kneeling in a combination of mine andcountless perverts congealed semen, and in a porno shops peepshow booth toboot!Eric released his grip on my hair and quietly instructed me how he wantedit done, “That’s it, hold your throat open, keep your teeth well backunless you want to loose them. Stop every now and lick and kiss my balls,you can fondle them while your deep throating me. You can even slip one ofthose sexy nails up my butt if you like,” I did not like, “Go on let mehear how much you’re enjoying yourself, let’s here some good moaning! Andwhile you’re at it, show me those gorgeous new tits of yours.”Again I had no choice but to ignore my better judgement and comply with hisevery demand. I eased down the tiny lace bib of my pink dress and let myenormous new breasts free from their scanty and inadequate prison. Theyflopped all over the place as I maintained my furious pace bobbing up anddown in his disgusting lap. Soon I was moaning and cooing sexyencouragement to `my lover’ as I shuddered with revulsion which Ericmistook for real pleasure as I rained kissed down upon his hairy sweatysmelling testicles. “Oh you like this baby, don’t you? That’s it suck myballs, suck my balls. Ah yes, Wow! I can see you love this Candy you slut,tell me how good it feels.”So, as I was sliding one saliva slippery white gloved hand up and down hisshaft while I slurped away furiously on the head of his dick, and my otherhand cupped and gently squeezed his balls, I told him between mouthfuls ofhis disgusting manhood. “Yes baby, Candy loves the feel of your stiff cockin her mouth.”One moment I would have one of his gross testicles in my mouth and the nextI would have his pubic hair on my lips and nose as I took his entire lengthin my throat. Eric liked to reach down and fondle his visible hardnesswithin my grossly distended and stretched throat, further adding to mynatural gag reflex. This only served to further stimulate the fat bastardas my throat contracted tightly around the thick cock he was feeding in andout of my mouth.Anything, I would do anything to make him cum quickly and this tormentstop. Sure enough, after about fifteen minutes of my total humiliation Ifelt him tense, he then grabbed my hair again to spear his dick down mythroat as he started to gush his hot salty jism inside of me. I struggledto get his dick out of my throat and Eric allowed me to lift my head, neverreleasing his grip on my hair, until his cum was shooting in to my mouth. Icouldn’t believe how much there was, immediately it started overflowing mymouth and running down my chin. This appeared to give Eric an idea and hepulled his still spurting dick from my mouth and proceeded to ejaculate hisremaining seed all over my face, neck and breasts.I was dripping with the evil stuff. It gummed up my left eye as it mixedwith the mascara and served to make my eye water. It ran in rivulets downmy chin and neck and large globs of it had settled on the bodice of my pinkuniform, forming dark circles with creamy white centers. I was a totalmess, and totally wigged out at what I had just been forced to endure.“Wow, that was great Candy, you are a natural cock sucker, that was a trulygreat blow job. You have along and illustrious career ahead of you youngsissy.”Surprisingly, his praise did little to lift my spirits.“Now clean the old chap up, kiss him goodbye, for now I hope, and tuck himback up.”And so I was forced to lick any remaining traces of his jism from hisdeflating penis.“Why don’t you tell me and our viewers how much you enjoyed that, and howyou love the taste of my cum.” He added.So while slurping noisily on his disgusting pecker I moaned in my mostsultry impression of a sexy little slut, “Oh that was great Eric, `kiss,kiss, slurp, slurp’ thank you so much for letting Candy feast upon yourmagnificent dick, `slurp, slurp’. You are such a great lover Eric, yourule!” I was getting unknowingly good at telling these lies; “I just loveto suck your big cock… `kiss, kiss, slurp,’ and drink down your delicioussperm, `slurp, slurp, ‘I love the taste of jism.”He interrupted me to tell me, “While your doing such a good job, show ushow much you really love it by rubbing it into your tits, shoulders andneck.”Us? Viewers? Was there something he had omitted to tell me? I wondered as Iworked his now cool sperm in to my exposed flesh, both my gloves werealready ruined and caked with his spunk.All the while I was apparently delighting in telling the fat slob what agreat little sissy cocksucker I was. How I loved to dress up like a realsexy slut, like a whore, because that’s what I was, what I wanted to be, acum drinking whore. All the better to attract more of the type of men Iloved, the type that loved to abuse and debase me, loved to fill the mouthand sissy-pussy of a little faggot slut like me. How once I had those men,how I just loved to suck and fuck them so that I could drink down gallons,and massage in loads of their lovely jism in to every square inch my tannedlittle sissy body.I realized now that we were definitely being watched, somehow, and that Iwas being forced to really play it up to my invisible audience.As a parting shot Eric decided to make me act out my new name, or ratherthe spoonerism of my name. He forced me to climb back down on to all fours,and then to `moo’ like a Randy Cow, in-between telling him what a `sissyho’ I was.>From somewhere, I found yet more shame. I found enough to make me blush tomy roots as I crawled around the filthy floor, my tits swinging wildly blowme going, Moo! Come fuck this sissy whore, Moo! Moo! I love to suck harddick. Moo! Moo!”Part 9. VideoWithout giving me a chance to clean myself up a little, Eric dragged mefrom the booth and back in to the storefront proper. I was amazed to seenearly twenty men all standing around one of the large TV displays to oneside of the wall. My entrance caused a whooping great roar of approval, Ithink it was this, coupled to my relief that my ordeal was over, that mademe smile at their cheer. Unfortunately it was immediately followed by hootsof derision aimed at my appearance.Sam grabbed my wrist and led me over to a mirror and I was horrified at thesite that met me. Bad enough to have been forced to get made-up, dressedand coifed like a total slut, but this?My reflection told a sordid tale.My left eye was a disaster zone of a large congealed glob of Eric’s thickjism, grungy mascara, and a thick black smear where my tears had carriedmascara like a river carried sludge. Two other snail trails of Eric’s spermwhere clearly visible in my bangs, and my lipstick was smeared all over mymouth. Those, coupled to the dark semen stains on my skimpy top, wereenough to tell the tale by themselves.But that wasn’t enough for Sam. “And look over here. You’re a regular filmstar!”And there, dazzlingly displayed on a crystal clear 32-inch color screen,there displayed for the twenty disgusting perverts present, was I.They had rewound the tape to the point where I took down the bib of mydress for Eric’s approval, as my head bobbed furiously up and down in hislap. The hidden microphone was positioned just right to hear my moans as Iapparently effortlessly slid his length up and down his shaft, yet Eric’sdirections were no more than vaguely heard muttering. My cries reached thelistener clearly as I heard myself tell “my baby” how much I enjoyed hisdick in my mouth. A remote control zoom had been used to zoom in on mymouth and throat as Eric drove his bone down my throat. You could clearlymake out the profile of his tool as my throat and neck stretched toaccommodate its girth.I was forced to stand there, practically dripping with Eric’s filthydischarge, and watch and listen as I proved just what a cum drinking littleslut I was. Throughout all of the tape I watched there was never a hintthat I was being forced to commit any of these gross acts against mywill. Thanks to Eric’s, unheard onscreen, direction, and the fear of Sam’sreprisals for bad behavior, I appeared to be a compliant and, God-forbid,willing participant!I had presented my tormentors with yet another ready-made tool for mysuccessful blackmail. I had dug myself still deeper in tot a seeminglyalready bottomless pit. Worse still, they even had twenty witnesses to thefact that I was smiling as I came out to meet my public. No jury in theworld would ever be convinced that I had been forced to participate againstmy will, after all, I was supposed to be a man, capable of sticking up formyself. No, I could almost hear them calling me the guilty one now; Theirlawyers would verbally twist my motive for my every action. Like Ericforcing me to masturbate while facing the camera. I knew I was squirmingwith shame, but to anyone lese, it could only be lust that made me gyratemy hips onscreen, as I apparently willingly ran my gloved hand up and downmy little penis, my pink talons glistening with my saliva. I could justsee the jury staring intently at the screen, or me, as they watched mesqueezing and stroking myself until I was seen to ejaculate all over thefloor while moaning loudly.Sam was twenty steps ahead of me, every step of the way. As I saw myonscreen-self rubbing Eric’s sperm in to my pores, and heard myself tellingeveryone how I `loved to dress up like a slut to attract men so I couldsuck and fuck…’ It was just too much for me. I fainted.Of course they just left me in a disgusting heap on the equally filthyfloor while they all made plans for the editing, copying and distributionof my very first pornographic feature film.Part 10. Homecoming:I awoke slowly, and prayed that it had all been a terrible nightmare untilthe realization that it was dark, and I was in the back seat of my parkedcar… alone, made me realize it was indeed real life. But perhaps here wasan opportunity to run. I had long ago realized that I had to get away fromthe brothers if I was to ever live a normal life again. Hoping against hopethat they had nipped out from the car thinking I was out cold for thecount, I slowly raised my head above the front seats.I was home. I was in my car, parked on my drive… and as far as I couldsee, I was alone.Gingerly, I opened the car door and climbed slowly out. The cool night airon my near naked and denuded legs reminded me of my poor state ofundress. My breasts were still swinging free from the minor confinement ofthe maid’s dress I still wore, I hastily tucked them back in, unthinking ofthe fact that I was acting in a most feminine way. Not bothering with anymore details of my ridiculous clothing, but quickly checking my car forkeys – no luck, I quickly jiggled my way to my front door.I turned the doorknob slowly, and entered my own house as quietly as achurch mouse. What had mere hours ago represented my personal sanctuary,now seemed a place where further degradation could easily take place.All appeared to be OK, I could here no body else in the house, and soslowly slipped in to my hall and locked the door behind me. The front roomwas entirely dark, but that was OK as I planned to head directly to mybathroom to try and wash away the shame, humiliation and filth, the pastday had bought me. I was totally unprepared for the infernal racket made byme unwittingly tripping an unseen wire attached to four saucepans on thenearby dining room table. In a futile attempt to lessen the cacophony ofpans, I dived to the floor in a most unlady like manner.Just then Sam switched the light on. I was caught like a deer in a carheadlight, as I lay sprawled on my floor.“Well, well. Look what the cats dragged in! Back from a night of whoringyour way around town are you? Do you know it’s gone three in the morning?”“No. No, I… I mean Candy has been sleeping in the car… sorry…” Istammered in some type of unjustified defense. “Sorry Master Sam, Candy’ssorry for waking you…” What did he want from me?“A likely story. We cam home and watched your video again. We’ve seen justhow you love to suck cocks and cover yourself with jism. Eric said you’re anatural born cocksucker.“Get yourself in the shower, then hurry up and get your pretty little sissyass in to your bedroom. I’ll be waiting in there. Oh and be sure to putyour butt-plug back in, there’s a big new tube of KY in the drawer.”I cried for nearly half an hour. Great big racking sobs as I grew torealize that his had not been a one-day ordeal. Sam fully intended to keepup my degradation for as long as it amused him. Only then would he let mebe.Eventually Sam hammered on the door and told me to “quit your whinging andwhining in there or I’ll really give you good reason to cry.”I did my best to pull my shattered nervous system back in to some type oforder. I peeled off the cum-encrusted dress, apron and head gear. Removedmy injurious heels, slipped out of my stockings and garter belt andunbuttoned the gloves thick with Eric’s cum and the filth from the boothfloor. I climbed in to the shower and surrendered myself to the blissfulmassage of the hot water.As I toweled myself dry, I inspected the job Eric had done in attaching mypendulous silicone breasts. It was a fantastic job, there was no trace of aseam at their edge, and no amount of my pulling them would budge then afraction of an inch. A look in the mirror confirmed that I had gotten theworse of the days ravages from my face. I used some gentle hand lotion toremove the remainder of Abigail and Eric’s ministrations from my eyes andlips. Other than the shimmering mass of platinum tresses I was now havingto blow dry, and an enormous pair of very real looking breasts, I lookedalmost normal. How long would it take Sam to correct that?After tending to my new big hairstyle, I used antiseptic to clean my sixear studs, then painfully slipped the newly washed and lubricated latexdick of a plug back up my already severely distended sphincter asinstructed.I eventually entered `my’ bedroom in a most ladylike manner, with one armheld crossed across my spectacular cleavage, the other over my hairlessgenitals.Sam looked up from my bed where he was lying, still fully dressed, readinga catalog and laughed as I sheepishly entered the room. “Oh look at youMiss Candy. Don’t you look a pathetic site? Still after today, you’re goingto be a star to a whole new kind of pervert. Yes Siree, after yourperformance today, you are gonna have the sicko’s and the weirdo’s comingat you from all directions. But don’t you worry Miss Candy, we’ll lookafter you, and we’ll make sure you give your public what they demand!We’re going to make us a whole load of films of you sucking dick andgetting royally fucked up your ass. You realize we’re going to make you afull-blown porno star Miss Candy. Aren’t you a lucky little sissy? Aren’tyou so lucky to have Jim and I looking out for your faggot interests?”I could only hang my head in shame as I answered him “Yes Master Sam, Candyis such a lucky little sissy to have strong Master Sam and Jim looking outfor her. Candy’s such a lucky little faggot. Thank you Master Sam.”“There now Candy” he softened his sneer, “come on over here and see whatMaster Sam has for you to wear.”With much dread I moved in to the room so as to see what he was pointingat. I recognized the baby doll nightie from when I had modeled it in thestore for Vivica and them. It was the miniscule little diaphanous number,fabricated from the most translucent powder blue nylon, edged with fluffypink synthetic fur. It came with matching, equally transparent, G-stringpanties.I demurely slipped on the filmy nightie, its pink fur hem stopped just atmy hips, with my tightly clad little penis and balls clearly visible in thesilky confines of the light blue panties.Sam beckoned me over to join him on the bed. I moved nervously, partly fromfear of setting him off in to one of his rages and partly fromordinary… I don’t know, but they were like `first time’ nerves. “Comeover here sweet Miss Candy, come end join Master Sam on his bed.” I noticedthe beds change of ownership but said nothing as I teetered atop my muleslipper to join him in bed.“I think it’s time you showed me, your Master Sam, exactly how good alittle cock sucker you are? Would you like that Candy?Would you like to please me by sucking my dick until I come in your mouth?”he said as he lay aside the `Frederick’s of Hollywood’ catalog he’d beenreading.As I climbed on to the bed, feeling the fur lined hem slide further up overmy derriere as I did so, I again told him what he wanted to hear. “Oh yesplease Master Sam, please let Candy give you a great blow job, just likeshe did for Eric. Please let Candy take you in her mouth and let you shootyour delicious sperms in to my open mouth. Please.”“OK. Since you asked me so nicely.” He laughed, “I’ll do you the honor ofletting you suck my dick. But only after you go in to the bathroom andapply some nice thick lipstick. They’re all in the left hand drawer.”I obediently returned to the bathroom and checked the drawer he’dmentioned. Sure enough, there were all the cosmetics I’d bought fromAbigail. I grabbed the nearest lipstick; a shocking pink number I read wasentitled `Lust.’ I snorted at the lack of irony. I carefully applied thelipstick as I had earlier been lectured. The result was a vivid gash. Ilooked every piece the two-bit whore Sam was making me.I returned to the bedroom and once again found myself crawling forward tobe `permitted the honor’ of sucking another mans cock. Sam was not in tohelping me at all; he just lay there and made me climb up to him to fumblewith his jeans buttons with my hideously pornographic long pink nails. OnceI had eventually peeled them back, I then had to slowly pry around to findthe opening in his white boxer shorts. Once access had been gained, Igently, almost involuntarily tenderly, lifted the sleeping monster fromwithin. It wasn’t sleeping for long! As soon as I got my pink talons aroundit, it literally reared its ugly head. It practically leapt in my hand.“See” laughed Sam, “it’s happy to see you!”I actually giggled at the ridiculous nature of this comment. I for one wasmost definitely not happy to see it!Following the recipe that had worked so well with Eric, I proceeded toslowly lower my head until my mouth was directly over his glans. I was soclose that I couldn’t quite focus on the glistening jewel of pre-cum thatwas weeping from the monsters single eye.Sam was big.His erection had grown at an alarming rate.It was now closing on seven plus inches as fighting my revulsion I softlyplanted my first lipstick smudge kiss on his silken glans. As I closed myeyes in complete shame I slipped my tongue out and let it slide around thebase of his helmet. Sam let out a long sigh as I bought my tongue ever soslowly over a sensitive part. Mentally I girded my loins as I slowlyslipped my hot mouth over his tip, my breasts shifting forward in the silkyconfinement of my baby-doll nightie as I leant forward to accommodate hislength in my mouth.Sam loved it, but I was loathing every second of it. Swallowing in disgustand preparation, I kept telling myself, over and over and over again,`You’re doing the right thing. It’s the only way.’ I slipped his noweight-inch plus dick into my mouth and eased it down my throat until mynose was buried in his musty pubic hair.“Damned girl! Eric was right, you are good. Damned good.”I realized with horror that some deep part of me was actually relishing hispraise. Had my self-esteem already sunk so low that someone could force meto perform such a vile act, totally against my will, and his telling mewhat a good job I was doing would somehow make some sick part of me happy?Had I really sunk that low so quickly?Apparently so, for as I commenced sliding his tool in and out of, and upand down my stretched throat, his moans, gasps, and sighs did make me feelgood. I felt the weakest urge to please him. Some part of me had betrayedme, betrayed me badly, for I now felt that in some way he was my Master. AsI worked my lips all over his penis, scrotum and even dangerously close tohis ass the feelings of revulsion where in no way lessened. I still had toforce myself to repeatedly deep throat him, to caress his repulsivetesticles, but somehow the will to fight was diminished. I in no way, shapeor form condoned or in any wanted this new vile role I was forced to play,but in some weird way I knew it was my dues.Sam was quite possibly aware of this subtle shift in our relationship. Ican easily believe that he set out with this goal in mind from the verystart, such was the depth of his depravity revealed. He just lay back, witha self-satisfied smirk on his rugged face, as I went to work on hiserection. I noisily cooed and slurped up and down his dick. When it wasn’tphysically in my mouth, lies about how happy I was to be `feasting’ on his`massive manhood’. At last, I felt his muscles tense as his orgasmapproached. He grabbed two large handfuls of my hair and forced my mouthall the way down until my lips were crushed against his pelvis and hiscoarse pubic hair was forced up my nose. I had to force my eyes wide openin a valiant attempt not to sneeze. Luckily, as he started to release hisload deep in my throat his grip on my head relaxed and I was able to liftmy head a little. I was careful not to lift out too much so as to preventhis steaming cum from oozing out the side of my bright pink mouth. InsteadI kept his crown buried half way down my still tight throat as I milked thelast of his jism from his still throbbing testicles.“Man, that was amazing. Eric is right, you have a real talent for thisshit.” He reached down and slapped me, hard, on my scantily clad ass stuckup high in the air beside him. “I think we got to capitalize on all yourtalents bitch. I think we can peddle your ass for some good cash.”I was permitted to sleep in my own bed. As long as I lay spooned closely upagainst my Master, snuggled up with my hairless arm resting on his hip andmy manicured hand stuck down the front of his boxers as I lay there gentlycaressing his penis and balls.Just as I was slipping in to a nightmare filled c***, Sam dropped two finalbombshells on my battered psyche. “Oh by the way, I promised Jim he couldpop your cherry tomorrow. And you’ve just made another chapter in the CandyRow video series, I taped your wonderful performance just now.”Part 11. A New Day:I alone awoke with sunlight streaming through my d****s. A new day hadarrived. I immediately remembered my current predicament, and strained myears through the silence of my house for signs of life. I could detectnone.I climbed from between the pink satin sheets, feeling them to be debasedafter last nights-forced performance. My new breasts caught me by surpriseas they shifted suddenly as I stood, they strained the gauzy nylon of mybaby doll nightie before settling down to a rhythmic sway as I walked to mybathroom.I was alone. A note taped to the bathroom mirror confirmed as much. Itread”`Dear Candy.Thank you for such a fun filled day yesterday. We have gone out to makesome arrangements, but will be back later.Please be sure to shave all over, be dressed in the clothes and things laidout for you on the spare bed, and wearing full `battle dress’ make up. Goto the store to fetch the items on the list in the kitchen, and be on allfours by your front door when we return. Or else…Just in case you think of trying anything stupid, just know that you willbe watched at all times.Love,Masters Sam & Jim’There was no time, and I had no idea what the time was now. I hurried backto my bedroom, my unsupported breasts bouncing wildly around so badly I hadto restrain them with my hands. The clock on my nightstand said 10:27. ButI still had no idea when they had left. I decided to hurry up and get readyfor their imminent return.I tore off my baby doll and panties, eased the plug from my nowwell-stretched butt, and leapt in to the shower. I carefully shaved andquickly washed myself all over, paying particular attention to any areas Ifelt particularly violated, such as my mouth and ass. God! My ass! Sam hadpromised Jim he could fuck me up my ass today! Still, no time to worryabout that now, I had more pressing concerns.I darted in to my spare bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks.Laid out on the bed was every pervert’s dream of what a sexy littleschoolgirl should wear. The uniform comprised of a white starched cottonblouse, visibly a size or two too small for my new breasts, a blue pleatedmini-skirt, and white ankle socks, complete with pink trim. The underwearwas not standard school issue. It comprised of a matching set of shinyfluorescent lime green panties and demi bra, both trimmed with frillyyellow lace. Shoes were provided in the shape of my three inch heeled blackpatent leather Mary Jane’s, with large gold buckles. A large pink bow wasfor under my collar, and two matching smaller ribbons were, I guessed, formy hair.Realizing I was wasting time by standing there gawking, I quickly moved toput on the costume. I slipped easily in to the panties, being careful topull back my dick and balls in to the cotton gusset, and managed to load myimpressive twin set in to the inadequate cups of the bra. There would be avery real danger of my spilling out today. I struggled in to the stiffwhite and slightly transparent blouse. It was as I’d guessed earlier, toosmall and I struggled to do up the buttons. My work was made easier by thefact that some kind sole, Sam I guessed, has cut off the top three buttons,I was only able to do up the front so far as to barely cover my nipples, mybreast tops were clearly displayed. Even so, the danger of spillage was alittle relieved.I slipped on the skirt, noticing how if I turned around quickly the hemflew up to reveal my charms hidden beneath. Thankfully, the white sockswere standard issue. I bent to pick up the shoes, and barely managed tocatch my silicone monsters as they fell out of my bra and blouse. I stuffedthem back in, then picked the shoes up by bending my knees. Once they wereon, I slipped the neck bow over my head, carefully positioning it with thelarge flouncey bow in front, directly below my cleavage. It took me severalgoes to get the pig tails right. My shoulder length hair, now resplendentwith its platinum curls would not cooperate with my inexperienced hands, myhalf-inch pornographic nails not helping.I took the cosmetics Sam had left out on the dresser with me in to thebathroom. A pale base hid any evidence of my originally sparse facial hairand a light pink blush gave me the desired girlish complexion. My eyes wereanother story. Sam had left out another set of false eyelashes, not as bigas yesterdays, but definitely conspicuous, especially when coated with theglutinous black mascara. Prior to fitting them over my already dark lashes,I used a black kohl pencil to encircle my eyes, and finished them off withthe three different eyeshadow I had been left.My lips I did as Abigail had lectured me. I used the dark red lipliner, andthen filled in over my lips with the creamy pale pink lipstick.I gave myself a liberal dousing with the cheap smelling perfume provided,and I put on the minimal jewelry Sam had left out, my ears were leftadorned with the six simple gold studs. Three bracelets jangled loudly oneach wrist, and my mothers old gold crucifix on a simple gold chain aroundmy neck, hanging deep in my cloyingly perfumed cleavage.I was ready for my dreaded trip to my local store, another place I was wellknown. Stopping to look in the mirror, I saw exactly what I had dreaded I’dsee: A sleazy looking slut dressed as a schoolgirl.My boobs continued their incessant jiggling as I walked down the stairs,adopting the preferred rhythmic sway of my hips that appeared to make meunmistakably cry out to be fucked. I choked back a sob as I realized that,but then quickly remembered that even now I could be being watched. Afterall, Sam had apparently hooked up a camera in my bedroom last night. Lordknows while I was passed out in the car how long they had here? What timewere we in the porn shop?I had no idea. So reasoned it was far better to live by their rules thanface their punishment.I forced my head up and my shoulders back and continued my lurid assshaking, tit swinging way down my stairs.I located the list in the kitchen and was not overly surprised to see thatit included: Two dozen condoms (each to be a different type or style). Twolarge cucumbers (make sure they are the biggest they have – ask if you haveto!), an eggplant, two dozen eggs, four cans of whipped cream, two bottlesof Hershey’s chocolate sauce covered the foodstuffs.Assorted other items included: a box of large tampons, a pack of adultincontinence diapers, a list of baby products, twelve D size andtwenty-four AA batteries, a length of clothes line, five packets ofclothespins. Also a tube of super-glue, a pack of rubber bands, a leash andmatching dog collar for me – red with rhinestones and a tag reading: “CandyRow Sissy Slut Sex Slave Tel (626) 555-3898”) There was a final notetelling me to start my shopping at the local Wal-Mart and get `the otherstuff’ to feed three to five people for the next few nights, and to be sureto ask five separate clerks for help. I was also ordered to make absolutelycertain I engaged anybody I recognized in conversation, and was to ask atleast four different men if they thought I was pretty, and to be polite toanyone who wanted to speak, or do anything else, to me. It also mentioned`being free with my cards’?Realizing I had no alternative, I stuffed the two pieces of provided gum inmy pink lipped mouth and headed for my front door only to find anotherlittle indignity awaiting me there.A brown leather school satchel. I picked it up and found it to be heavy. Isling it over my shoulder, threading the thick leather strap between mybreast, and open it to inspect the mysterious contents.I groan inwardly as I see it is packed with the two vibrators I boughtyesterday, A phallic butt plug, a tube of KY Jelly, several lollipops, apack of `Bubblicious’ bubble gum, and a small purse. I opened the purse tofind my credit card, my ID and a pack of home printed business cards, now Isee! The cards comprise of some disgusting text, and a slightly blurryimage of me, sucking some unseen mans dick (but I know it’s Eric from oursession yesterday), as he ejaculates in my face – tasteful.~ Candy Row ~ Super Slutty Sissy SlaveI’m at your service and no act is too demeaning Call me, 24 hrs a day, 7days a week:Tel: (626) 555 3988As I attempt to get all `my worldly goods’ back in to the satchel I notethat the zipper has been tampered with, making kaçak bahis it impossible for me toclose it to prying eyes. Oh well.I search all over for my car keys, before finally noticing that my car isgone from my driveway. I will have to walk to Wall Mart, a good threequarter of a mile away.As I leave my house, the mailman immediately accosts me as he stops by todeliver my mail. I can see he doesn’t recognize me, as he studies thedeliciously clad vixen chewing gum in front of him.“Oh, Hello Miss. I’m Dave, Alan’s mailman. And who might you be?”Fuck, what am I to do, I decide to do as I have been told. “Yes HelloDave. It’s me, Alan. I have decided to fulfill my fantasies and live out mylife as a little sissy slave. I”m now called Candy Row, here…” I say asI reach around in my bag, giving Dave AN eyeful of the big black vibratorthat pops its `head’ out the top of my bag. Blushing furiously, I push itback down and retrieve my purse and produce one of my lovely new cards forhim, “Ah, here you go, here’s one of my new cards.”He studied the card, then studies the card again, dumbstruck. “Are you forreal?” he finally stutters.Damn, I wanted this to be brief. “Why, of course I am sugar” I reply in avoice that I know Sam would approve of.“I mean” he continues to stutter, “Is it true what it says on this card?”Unable to help dropping my head in shame I reply, “Yes, yes it is. There’sno act I consider too demeaning for me to perform. Especially if it wouldmake you happy…” I tail off, sure I’ve already said far too much.“Well then.” He’s still not too sure what to say.“OK great” I reply, “Look, I have to go get some shopping…” he catches mydrift and moves to continue up the path to my front door.“Well then, I think I’ll have a kiss and a quick feel of your boobs then!”With that he dumps his bag and grabs me around the waist. Before I canthink of a complaint, he has forced his foul tobacco flavored tongue deepin to my mouth. Fighting off my natural revulsion, I do as the good littlesissy slave I am being trained to do should. I yield to him. I let himslide his foul tongue around inside my mouth and down my throat, while hishands grope my unfeeling latex breasts. He holds me in this manner for overa minute, then throws me away from him so that I fall, hard, on my ass.Without a thought for my well being he grabs his bag and caries on abouthis job. As he passes me on the way back down my drive he throws a quickcomment at me. “I’ll be calling you soon then you fucking sissy.”Aghast at the continuous dreadful turns my life keeps taking, I pick myselfup and dust the worst of the dirt from my clothes. One of my breasts iscompletely out of my blouse and brassier, and bears Dave’s grubby fingerprints from his rough squeezing. I tuck it back in to my too small brassierand after waiting to make sure Dave has moved on, I continue out mydriveway on to the street.No sooner than I turn the corner, than I am greeted by my neighbor,Mr. Morris, who sneers at me “You disgusting pervert. You’re a fuckingfairy, a faggot. In my day we would have run you and your kind out oftown. Give me one of those cards you filthy cocksucker. I saw what you didfor the mailman, maybe me and my friends can use you!” he laughs evilly asI am once again forced to fumble in my satchel. This time the butt plugfalls out, causing further hilarity for the evil Mr. Morris.“You just wait until the next neighborhood watch meeting,” he leers, “I’llmake sure everyone knows exactly what kind of degenerate you are.” Ohgreat, now the whole street will know of my new status.I quickly teeter my way down the street, my ass and tits swingingfuriously, away from my vile neighbor and revolting mailman.My luck does not improve as on the way to Wall Mart I am accosted sixtimes. Twice by women disgusted by my sluttish appearance, and four timesby men attracted by my scanty costume, I give away three more cards andremember to ask one of the men if he thinks I’m pretty. His answer, thoughdisgusting, appears to confirm he does.Part 12. Wall Mart:I push a large cart around Wall Mart and collect everything on thelist. Halfway through my shopping trip, it dawns on me that there is no wayon earth I can carry all this shopping home by myself. I am going to haveto make at least two trips!I try to keep my eyes down turned each time I have to ask for assistance,careful to maintain my approved English schoolgirl voice andaccent. “Excuse me Mister, can you tell Candy where I can find the petsection?” I ask a young Hispanic k** in a Wal- Mart uniform.He stops and looks me up and down carefully. “Yeah, well surely littlesister. Let me show you. Personal like.” He stops what he is doing andleads me towards the back of the enormous store.“What exactly are you looking for? He asks, reasonable enough.“Candy needs to buy a pretty red collar and leash.” I reply, unthinking ofthe consequences.“Oh is Candy your dog?”“Ummm, no… I’m Candy… it’s for me.” I quietly reply.He stops and turns around to stare at me in a new light “No shit? You oneof those submissive types Seni¢rita?”I again find myself staring intensely at the floor as I reply, “Yes, myMaster sent me to buy all manner of… humiliating things, including a red,diamond studded, dog collar.”His eyebrows rise at my confession. “Well come on then little sister, let’sgo get your shopping done!”He gallantly waves me by him, the hand that he then attaches to mybe-skirted buttock is not so gallant. He proceeds to use his right hand,glued firmly to my ass, to steer me through the store to the petsdepartment. “Here you go Miss Submissive, all the dog collars you couldever need.”I thank him, remembering to ask him if he thinks I’m pretty, and hope he’llleave me, but Rafael is enjoying himself. He proceeds to pick out collarsand then has me try them on in plain view. I draw a number of hostileglares as I do so. We eventually find one that fits Sam’s descriptionperfectly, Rafael decides that I should keep it on as it looks sogood. What can I do?Before I can stop him, Rafael grabs my list and studies it. He breaks outin laughter when he reads what the tag is to say. He steers me over, thistime his hand is under my skirt, resting lightly on my vivid green pantiedfleshy bottom, to the pet tag engraver. He proceeds to enter the text,reading it out in a loud voice for all to hear, and then shows me thefinished tag.It is a large red aluminum love heart with my name, new occupation, andtelephone number (I see Rafael has already noted it) engraved in silvertext. Rafael gently fits it to the ring in my new collar, adding a littlesilver bell, and we’re off for the next item on the list, his hand againhot on my cool flesh, and my new tags jingling noisily at my throat.We must have looked a weird sight. Me, jiggling along in my revealinglittle schoolgirl’s outfit, my grubby boobs barely staying in my stillwhite blouse, and a cat collar jangling noisily around my neck, and Rafaelwith his hand on my butt, his fingers now working their way under the laceyedge of my panties. I was beginning to sweat, what would he do when hefound all was not as it appeared down there’?We moved from aisle to aisle picking up clothespins and rope, rubberbands, and Super Glue. Rafael got a real kick out of the adult diapers, heforced me to also get a set of pink rubber panties, with “sweet littleduckies” on them, though I was sure they would be way too small for me.He also loved helping me pick out the condoms, loudly commenting, “Here yougo Miss, these babies are extra large and ribbed!” or “How about these,they’ve got an end on them just like a babies hand.” And “Oh you have tohave these as well, they glow in the dark. Ideal for a little night timenookie, don’t you think Miss?”As he intended, I was mortified, especially by the smiles of the inevitablegaggle spectators who paused to stare and laugh as they walked by, theirwanton smiles told me exactly what they would like to do withme. Surprisingly, I wasn’t very keen to do it with this bunch of degenerateshoppers.As we moved through the food department, picking up the necessary articlestowards the checkout, Rafael’s probing fingers reached my plug stretchedanus. “Whooee! What do you have here Miss?”I decided this had gone on far enough. “Look, thank you for your help, butI really have to get going…” My words were cut off as Rafael started totwist and wriggle the plug in my poor ass. I started to squirm with thediscomfort he was causing me, he totally mistook my reaction, but it leadhim too a conclusion. “Oh you like that, don’t you Miss? You like it when Islide it in and out so slowly. You like it so much that perhaps you gotyourself a little prostrate action going? Rafael may be a little slow onthe uptake, but I’m thinking that maybe you got a little pee-pee down theretoo? Is that right `Miss’? Do you got a little pee-pee clit?”God! Did he have to talk so loud? Several people were now hanging aroundnear us, trying to look really interested in the shelves contents, as theylistened in to my interrogation.“Yes” I whispered.“I’m sorry, I’m a little deaf, you’re going to have to speak up a bit.” Helaughingly replied.“Yes.” I replied again, this time loud enough to satisfy the spectators whonow looked at me with disgust.Rafael was not satisfied that he’d just wrung a very painful truth fromme. “Yes, what?”What did he want, I had no alternative but to try and cover all thebases. “Yes Master Rafael, Candy, that’s me, is really a boy. Candy isreally a big sissy dressed as a sexy schoolgirl.”“Well why would you want to go and do that?” Fair enough question, but Ihated having to answer him. “Because Candy wants to attract plenty ofmen.”He paused.“Why?”Now I knew he was in on it. He must be some pal of Sam or Jim’s. Thebastards. Dropping my head in shame I replied as evenly as I could manage,“So that Candy can suck and fuck them.”“Pardon Miss… Or is it Mister? I don’t think I heard you right, did yousay `so that you can suck and fuck them’?” The crowd was enjoying mycomplete humiliation immensely. “Yes I… Yes, Candy did” I answered.“Well I can sure see how you could pleasure all these men with those prettylittle pink lips of yours, but fuck them? How’d you do that”? He repliedwhile watching me closely, grinning as I squirmed before him. He knew, Iknew he was in-cahoots with Sam.“In Candy’s ass, in her boy-pussy.”“Oh I see, is that why you have this butt plug stuffed up your… boypussy?” he laughed. “Tell why it’s there.”Damn his eyes! “To help stretch Candy’s boy-pussy so she can take big dicksup it. Silly.” That last part was my own addition as I tried to perhapshide behind the character I was being forced to play. The only way I couldsee to hopefully contain this situation before it got totally out of hand,was to play along. Make them think that I was a willing participant. Myreasoning? I think that obvious victims are more likely to be victimizedfurther, where as a willing participant would, again hopefully, have somesay in their action and participation.Rafael was about to turn that theory completely about face. “Do you likesucking and fucking Candy?”Dropping deeper in to the little schoolgirl slut persona I replied “YesMaster Rafael, Candy likes to suck dick, but she’s still a virgin in herboy-pussy. Master Sam says Master Jim is going to `pop Candy’s cherry’today.”“Well isn’t that special. How about you come out back and show Rafael” andthen he terrified me by pointing to the hungry looking spectators, ” and afew of my friends here, just how much you like to suck our dicks then?”No! This couldn’t be happening to me, here? Not in a public store duringbusiness hours? Please… no…Rafael kept looking expectantly at me, as if his glaring would make mydecision any easier.“Well…” I started to say, when he interrupted me.“Go on Candy ” he reached for my tags, I shied away from his touch whichmade him smile a thin cruel smile that told me it was going to happenwhether I wanted it or not. And I definitely didn’t. He read from the redlove heart hanging from my red diamond doggy collar, “Surely a `superslutty sissy slave’ for whom `no act is too degrading’, surely a littleslut dressed like you would just love to come on back to the store room andsuck all our cocks. Think of all that lovely spunk!”I was trapped again, my earlier act of eager participant had now painted mewell and truly in to a corner. I had no way out other than to agree tofurther degrading humiliation.“OK.” I drew in a deep breath, forced myself to smile and decided to get itall over with. “Yes please Master Rafael, I would love to come back withyou and suck all your lovely hard cocks.”“That’s the spirit Candy, now let’s go get you comfortable. I’ve an ideayou’re in for a long morning!” he laughed, once again placing his hand onmy defenseless derriere, this time flipping my little skirt up over mybottom. This gave those following an unimpeded view of my panty cladbuttocks, and affording Rafael greater access to the butt plug, stilljutting from my anus, which he now used like some kind of joystick as hesteered me back through the large and crowded store.We moved, a strange procession with me, my pantied ass clearly showing,pushing my overflowing cart in front of me, down a long corridor and outthrough a plastic hang curtain and in to the massive storeroom behind.As soon as we hit the employees break room, Rafael was on me, and myshopping discarded in one corner. Immediately Rafael (`call me Rafi’)grabbed one of my beribboned pigtails and pulled my mouth over his. Hepositioned my arms over his shoulders and roughly persuaded me to hug himback. Once I did this, it left both his hands free to grope and m***** mybody at will.His hand were all over me and in a matter of seconds I felt my blouse beingripped open, no attempt was made to undo the buttons. Instead it was workedroughly over my shoulders and used to pin my arms securely at my sides, andto push my shoulder back to make me push my distended breasts further out.As Rafael’s hands squeezed and kneaded my silicone spectaculars, a processquite painful to me as the adhesive pulled hard on my natural chest below,I felt another pair of hands forcing my skirt down over my hips. In under aminute I was standing there dressed only in my Mary Jane shoes,ankle-socks, panties and bra.There now appeared to be at least four pairs of hands roaming all over mybody, squeezing my breasts and buttocks, slipping one, two or even threefingers between my pink lips, sliding up and down my legs and smooth tummyand back. I felt my bra and panties soon go the way of my otherclothing. Despite my abhorrence at what I was being made to do, I wasdisgusted to find myself feeling aroused, a fact others were not long tonotice also.“Hey look at it’s tiny pecker, I think it’s enjoying itself’ cried one manof at least sixty years age just before he removed one shoe and sock andstarted to suck upon my painted toes, noisily. “Do you like it sweetCandy, do you like the prospect of sucking our…” he looked around thebreak room, “Do you like the idea of sucking seven hard cocks? Do you likethe feel of all these masculine hands caressing your sissy slut body, doyou like it Candy? Cooed Rafi.Not fair, that was tow questions, but his look told me what my answer wasto be. “Oh yes Master Rafi, Candy loves the feel of all these muscularhands all over her girly body, and she loves the thought of all those hardcocks she can suck on. Oh yes Candy loves it.”“Good little sissy faggot.” He laughed, before continuing “OK then sinceyou are such a good little sissy, you can suck my dick.”With that he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. It was big! Evenlimp it weighed in at a whopping ten inched in length and a good fiveinches in circumference. As I stared up at it in awe, I realized that mymanicured hand had reached out of its own volition and was now encirclingthe b**st before my eyes.Even as the other twelve hands continued to grope me, reaching down toforce the butt plug in and out of my now distended rear, I couldn’t take myeyes of Rafi’s monster cock.“Oh, I see you like what you see young Miss Candy. Go on then, you cantouch, but real gentle with it, cause it bites!” he laughed at his ownjoke. But I was lost in some far off place, all I could see was Rafi’senormous penis twitching in my hand. I was lost to all else, I nevernoticed one of the spectators produce a disposable 35mm film camera andstart snapping away, nor did I see the others rummaging through thecontents of `my’ satchel.Following Rafi’s inevitable instructions, I reached out and took hismonster dick in both hands as it slowly pumped to its full, turgid,length. It was too big for my little hands, its head poked up two inchesabove my two handed grip, and I could not encircle my hands around it, suchwas its girth.As Rafi grabbed a pigtail and forced my head down towards his cock, Isnapped back in to reality. At that same moment, someone quickly yanked outmy butt plug with a resounding `Pop!’ I opened my mouth to scream, and Rafichose that moment to impale my mouth on his monster’s head.With one vicious thrust he was clear halfway down my throat. I threw myhands to his hips, hoping to persuade him to ease off, but just at thatmoment someone started to work the enormous vibrator up my defenseless, andonly recently vacated, anus.I screamed again, allowing Rafi ample opportunity to ram the rest of hislength down my throat. I was truly skewered, held between Rafi’s giant cocksliding in and out of my mouth, my lipstick already smeared all over myface, and the giant black latex vibrator, purring a slow rhythm up my welland truly violated ass.They forced me to squat, Rafi’s dick still violating my mouth and throat asit forced its way down my too tight larynx. As I shifted back on myhaunches to keep my balance, I forced the damned vibrator further up myass. My squeal of displeasure was lost on Rafi’s meat monster.My peripheral vision showed more dicks waiting for their chance at mymouth. I felt Rafael’s pace speed up and the next thing I know, he wassoaking my tonsils and beyond with his hot cum. The second he withdrew, afresh dick was pushed in my mouth and slid down my cum lubricatedthroat. Rafi or one of the others would bark a command for me to follow,“Bounce up and down on your ass to push your dildo in deeper, you pervert.”Or ” Lie down on your back and play with those enormous tits of yours”.And so it went on for close to two hours, I had no idea how many dicks Isucked that morning, I would have to guess it was in the order of twelve,though whether some were second timers, or each one a `newby’, I had noidea. Of course I knew the name of every one of them after Rafi suggestedthey all sign their names over my breasts. So I had to lie still while eachman took his turn to use the blue fiber-tip pen and write some witticism,before signing somewhere on my torpedo like, and now cum- covered, breasts.Finally, I was left alone on the filthy floor, bathed in a combination ofsweat, dirt, saliva, and, predominantly, cum. I managed to climb to myfeet, eased the giant vibrator from my ass, obediently replacing theslightly smaller plug, and set about trying to find my clothes.My blouse was easy to find, trouble was, it had been used as a rag to cleanup the men’s’ penises. It was soaked to the point of being almosttransparent. I wasted a futile few minutes trying to locate my bra beforewrapping myself in my blouse as best I could with only one buttonremaining. My graffiti covered breasts were plentifully displayed for allto see.I found my panties, also cum covered and worked them coldly up my long legsbefore slipping my skirt, now torn open to the waistband, back on,collecting my shopping, I made my way back in to the store.The looks I received were a combination of humor from those involved in mydefilement, and utter disgust from the other shoppers. There was no way onearth I was coming back here today, so I decided to leave with the cart andmake my way home.Out in the daylight, my cum drenched blouse was totally transparent. Myunfettered breasts were totally revealed with the bright blue graffiticlearly eligible and my latex nipples protruding almost proudly through thethin material. Perched upon my four inch heels I jiggled my way home,trying to ignore the car horns, wolf whistles and obscene comments thataccompanied my every step.Part 13 Art:As I finally made it back to my house I was horrified to see my car back onmy driveway. They were home. As I passed my jeep I was not too thrilled tosee it had been modified. It had been sprayed a very bright pink and bothdoors had been removed, leaving the cabin open to the elements, worse, therear mounted spare tire now sported a matching pink cover proclaiming inbig turquoise letters ringed in dark blue: SLUT MOBILE My plain black seatcovers had been replaced with bright pink synthetic tiger skin. Ignoringthis latest liberty I hurried to get inside and face the music for my notbeing in position, on all fours, when Sam and Jim returned, I knew therewould be trouble in store. As I entered the doorway Sam’s fierce look toldme I was not wrong.“Where the fuck have you been?”“I’m sorry Master Sam, Candy got delayed at the store by Rafi and…” Igestured to my sorry state as way of an explanation.“I don’t give a fuck what your story is, you were told to be here when wegot home and you failed. That means you must be punished, do youunderstand?”What choice did I have? “Yes Master. Candy is sorry…”He interrupted me again. “What ever slut. Go and get cleaned up. No beforeyou do, let’s get a few pictures of you as you are, I’ll get your camerawhile you go wait by the pool.”And so I had to spend half an hour posing in all manner of degrading poses,constantly adopting the obligatory `sexy smile’ while Sam snapped away,ensuring he captured every nuance of my degradation. As a final insult hemade me wank off while he snapped close ups of my lust filled face as mylittle weenie jetted a small amount of cum which I then proceeded to feedinto my abused mouth with my hideously long pink nails. Finally, I got tosuck Sam off while he triggered the camera with a remote control device. Ihad lost track of the number of dicks I had been forced to suck today, butknew Sam was not finished with me yet.I was ordered to go shower and change in to the new outfit laid out on mybed.I scrubbed and scoured as best I could but could not erase the marker frommy breasts or the humiliation from my pores. Finally I felt I was as cleanas could be expected under the circumstances and moved to find the latestpathetic costume I was to wear. It did not disappoint.Continuing the role playing game, a nurse’s uniform lay on the bed. Notproper nurses uniform of course, but a revealing little number with ahemline way too high to be called decent. Sighing inwardly I donned thewhite lingerie, comprising of white bra, panties, garter belt andstockings. As I slipped into the too tight dress Sam entered the room todemand more photographs for my burgeoning album of humiliation. Mynameplate described me as `Nurse Candy Cock Sucker’. With a stethoscopearound my neck and a paper nurse’s headdress in position I was once moreforced in to a variety of lewd and disgusting poses for the camera’sall-seeing eye.Teetering upon five inch heeled white stiletto’s I was led out to my newlysprayed car.As we drove along I fully appreciated his reasoning behind removing theWrangler’s doors. The hem of my dress was constantly lifted by the breeze,and after being admonished by Sam, I was made to leave it alone, thusproviding motorists with an uninhibited view of my white stockings,garters, thighs and long shapely legs.We drove in to a rough area of town and parked outside a strip mallcontaining a seedy looking bar and a tattoo shop. This did not look good.Practically dragging me, Sam forced me in to the tattoo shop where an evillooking guy in biker garb greeted him.“Hi Sam, this the cock sucker you were telling me about?”“Yeah Red, this `her’” he answered.“Great then, let’s get started. You bought the artwork? And you still wantthe full works?”Sam smiled his evil grin at me as he answered “Yeah, definitely the fullworks for Miss Candy here.”Without any attempt at explaining what `the full works’ was I was forced into a dilapidated looking chair and Red quickly moved to tie my arms to thechair arms, before tying my head to the tall chair back. I was heldimmobile and could only look on in abject horror as Red moved his needlegun to my face. For the next hour I cried very real tears as I felt firstmy lips, then my cheeks and finally my eyes being subjected to a millionneedle pricks. I had no doubt what was being done to me, Sam had arrangedfor me to have permanent makeup applied. At last Red and Sam weresatisfied, but my horror did not end there as I was temporarily released,only to be retied in the chair with my ass stuck way up in the air. Redlifted the short hem of my skirt, pulled down my thong panties andproceeded to copy some design of Sam’s on to my defenseless derriere.Satisfied with his work there, he moved to my ankle and after unclippingand removing my white seamed stocking, he proceeded to ring it with hisgun.Finally I was released and led over to a mirror. Fresh tears flowed as Istared in horror at my reflection. My face had now permanently been made tolook totally whorish.Bright red outlined my lips in a hideous, supposedly sexy, pout, brightpink rouge appeared to have been applied heavily to my cheek bones and myeyes were lined with thick black lines. The effect around my eyes was themost startling, the thick black lines, totally encircling my eyes andending at each end in a pronounced tick, making my blue eyes look reallypromiscuous and enticing. Even without another drop of cosmetics my facewould forever look wanton and totally feminine.Sam was keen to draw my attention to my left buttock, there for all theworld to see was a pretty good likeness of me proclaiming to everybody Iwas a `Sissy Slut’ and would be happy `Fuck & Suck’. Worse, I noticed, thenearly four inch round tattoo was positioned on the lower part of myshapely buttock, so as to be visible when I wore anything other than a longskirt or pants, two items I had little doubt I would never be allowed towear.The final aberration was in the shape of a chain of handcuffs, dildo’s,daises and roses circling my right ankle. Again, the unwritten message wasplain to read.Sam thanked Red and barely gave me time to slip back in to my stocking,shoes and panties before he dragged me out the door. I feared we would beheaded in to the nearby bar but instead we got back in to the car with medrawing a few lewd comments as I struggled to climb up in to the high jeepwithout flashing too much thigh and panties.We were soon on our way to another appointment. This one turned out to beto a small office in a medical plaza, the brass plate on the doorproclaiming it to be the offices of Dr. Leon Ngonge.Dr. Leon, a large and powerfully built black man, was also a friend ofSam’s and without a word in my direction proceeded to talk quietly with Samas to his exact requirements. He then turned to me, directed me to sit inthe comfortable leather backed chair and then started to quietly talk to mein his soothing monotone. After the ravages of the day, I soon felt myselfslipping in to a deep sleep. I have no idea how long I slept, but I awokewith a start to see Dr. Ngonge and Sam staring at me with slightly evilsmiles upon their faces. I hurriedly carried out a thorough inspection ofwhat the latest indignities I had been unwillingly subject to but couldfind no evidence of any wrongdoing.It was only when I spoke that I found the first thing wrong. My voice wasnow soft and sultry, no matter how I tried to clear my voice, itremained… well… wantonly sexy.Not giving me time to fathom out how this had been done Sam told me it wastime to leave, but first I must pay the good doctor. Of course I had nodoubts as to exactly how this payment was to be made, and so almostautomatically slipped to my white stocking clad knees in front ofDr. Ngonge.Brushing my long blonde hair from my eyes, I had my first encounter with ablack penis. As I proceeded to slide the man’s large monster in and out ofmy now experienced throat I was surprised to hear myself making all sort ofmoans and groans of encouragement and lust. Anybody looking on would drawthe obvious conclusion that I was thoroughly enjoying taking thisdisgusting nine-inch black penis in and out of my red lipstick coatedmouth. I fought with all my might to stop these involuntary sighs, whimpersand cries of ecstasy, but could not stop them from laving my mouth. In factthe nearer Dr. Ngonge got to his orgasm, the more excited my cries becameuntil I was practically screaming as he shot an enormous quantity of warmand sickly jism down my throat and in to my mouth.Anyone looking in would be convinced that I had experienced an earthshattering orgasm at the same time as the good Doctor did!I paused from cleaning the black monster to pose for Sam to snap yetanother humiliating photo before gently kissing the large purple helmet andlovingly replacing it in the Doctor’s fly.What was happening to me, I honestly felt that I was inside another personwith no control of their actions. This feeling was further heightened as weleft the office and I realized that I was walking like a total tramp. I wasall tits and ass as I sashayed my way out of the door and down to thejeep. My hips were swinging lewdly as I delicately placed one stiletto footdirectly in front of the other, causing my breasts to swing lewdly as theystained the front of my skimpy uniform. With no voluntary mental effort, Ipulled my shoulders fully back to ensure the silicone monstrositiesprotruded as far as possible.As we reached the car I happened to see a sign listing the variousresidents of the offices and all became clearer for there in large letterswas a sign proclaiming: Dr. Leon Ngonge – Hypnother****t and BehavioralModification.I had been hypnotized. Hypnotized to act and move like a wanton slut Irealized as I found myself obviously checking out a passing guy and evensmiling at him when he caught me doing so, and then horror of horrors Ilicked my lips in a most sexually inviting manner.The good Doctor and Sam were the only ones who knew what other horrors nowlay dormant in my psyche, but I was already well aware that I had beentransformed in to every mans dream version of a harlot. I now talked,walked and worse of all acted like the slut Sam wanted me to be, any traceof my original masculinity was fast vanishing.Even as I climbed back in to the jeep further changes in my movement becameobvious. No longer did I try and hurry to minimize the exposure of mybottom and bare thigh tops, instead I languidly slipped, with much femininegrace in to my seat affording the one passerby a generous view of my newlytattooed bottom and stocking tops. Sam could not wipe the grin from hisface as mine burned bright red with shame.14 Dinner:We returned home with me affording the early evening traffic an uninhibitedview as the breeze in the open cabin continually lifted my skimpy uniform’shemline. I was now powerless to prevent my dress from billowing up andfound myself returning the lust filled stares from the occupants of theother traffic stalled cars as they greedily eyed my long white stockingclad legs and exposed thighs.At last we made it back to the relative safety of my home. Jim was waitingfor us and Sam was only to happy to make me demonstrate my new foundgrace. I was made to walk up and down my driveway, clearly visible from thestreet, my hips gyrating in the gait so favored by hookers the worldover. The exaggerated sway of my hips had my breasts straining the materialof my white brassier and starched uniform as they swung and bouncedindecently, thrust forward by my holding my shoulders back.Sam revealed another new degradation when he threw the keys to my car onthe floor and ordered me to pick them up. Instead of modestly bending myknees I found myself automatically keeping my legs stiff and bending downfrom my hips, ensuring the hem of my uniform rode up to reveal my panties,garters and worse, my new tattoo. Jim was doubled up laughing, “What elsedoes she do?” he cried through his tears.Sam was not planning to reveal all the hidden commands to me in one go, soreplied to his brother, “Well let’s just say that we’ve planted a fewautomatic responses to key words in young Candy’s brain.”“Like what? What do you mean?” badgered Jim.“Well when she hears certain words our Miss Candy will find herself obeyingspecific imbedded instructions. The best part is the words are prettycommon and likely to crop up in regular conversation. So one minute she’llbe chatting away and the next she’ll be overcome with an irresistibledesire to start removing her clothes. Or perhaps she’ll succumb to atotally irresistible urge to suck someone’s cock, let them fuck her up theass, or just simply start wildly flirting with everyone in site!”My jaw dropped at the implication of his words. He had programmed me sothat I would never be safe while in anyone’s company. If he was telling thetruth, and the evidence thus far gave me no reason to doubt him, anyconversation could turn me in to some sort of sex starved exhibitionistbimbo.“What else, what else?” laughed Jim.“Well there’s the minor part of her being completely unable to reject anyadvances. If any body, man or woman, starts even mildly flirting with sweetMiss Candy she will find it impossible not to respond in kind.” Sam’s smilewas one hundred percent evil as he continued, “Then there’s her dresssense, from now on Candy will just love to dress in the sexiest andrevealing clothes available. If you give her the choice of jeans and asweatshirt over some skimpy little hot pants suit or revealing skirt andtube top, she will automatically choose the sexiest costume. Never anythingvirginal or innocent, oh no, our little slut will always favor stockingsand garters over pantyhose, bright colored lingerie over white or planecolors. She will always be sure that her bra is visible through, and colorclashes with, her top, skirts will always be as tight and short as

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