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Why Me? Part 2
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Why Me?
Part Two
By Zoned
I was "forced" to look at the ladies friends as I jerked on my
uncircumcised cock, the look of confidence and the grin on Ruth's
face; the continuous giggle on Diane's; and the look of amazement
with hands "almost" covering the eyes on Cindy and Linda, were
enough to make me feel the lowest I had ever felt. Submitting to
Richard and Ruth the night before was bad enough but now having
to masturbate in front of two "friends" and an old vindictive
girlfriend was, as far as I was concerned, the most humiliating
act I could perform. With my uncut cock, the act of masturbation
was simply pulling the foreskin back over my cockhead and then
pushing forward and back and forward, over and over again. My
cock was starting to respond to the hand job and started to get
rock hard as I looked from face to face, seeing the obvious
pleasure the girls were experiencing with my submission.
Ruth saw that I was approaching orgasm and gave a further
instruction, "Catch all your cum in your other hand, Bill" and I
looked at her with an amazed look with out moving my other hand.
Ruth raised the belt and I quickly moved my left hand in front of
my cock. I then pointed my cock down towards the floor and kept
my hand underneath of it. As my orgasm approached I focused my
eyes on Linda, the one "friend" I had there, and let my jism
spurt into my cupped left hand. The snicker and odd smile on
Linda's face told me that even she was enjoying my degradation as
my orgasm started to subside and my left hand contained what
looked like two tablespoons of my sperm. Ruth next command
surprised me even more, "Eat it, lick your hand clean Slut".
The total revulsion of doing what she asked was more that I could
bear. I had no intention of continuing this "game" and looked at
Ruth with a defiant look saying, "Hasn't this gone far enough
Ruth, I can't go any further. Haven't I paid my debt to you by
now?". Linda, Cindy and Diane all looked at Ruth who started to
laugh saying, "First, I will decide when your "debt" is paid, and
Second, unless you want the pictures sent to all you family and
friends, here and at college thanks to information that Linda
gave us this morning, you will do as I say. Now you useless
piece of trash, eat your own sperm, you seemed used to the taste
after sucking Richards cock last night." The last statement
regarding Ruth's husband brought giggles and gasps from the other
three girls. As I started thinking about whether to continue
this farce, the belt landed on my left thigh with a strong force.
"Ow, cut that out" I stated and Ruth replied with another hit and
said, "Eat, now Bitch". As the Ruth pulled back of a third blow
I moved my face to my left hand and did what I had just said I
would never do, stared licking up my own cum.
The salty taste wasn't the repulsing part, I was not that
particular about the taste, but the idea of what it was that I
was eating was very repulsing. The third blow landed and I
resolved myself to just get through this "scene". I started
lapping and licking and before I knew it, my hand was clean.
I looked around the room and saw Diane holding her gut because
she was laughing so hard and Cindy and Linda were giggling like
young teenagers even though they were both twenty years old (like
me). Even though I couldn't see my image in a mirror, I knew
that my whole upper body was red with shame. I couldn't believe
what I had done in the last eighteen hours but didn't see any
easy way out of it. Ruth asked the ladies if there was anything
else they wanted me to do for them and Diane replied, "Maybe
later, I could borrow him for a cunt eating session". Ruth
replied, "Anytime" and said it was time to get to work.
I asked softly if I could put my panties back on and cover my
cock and Ruth replied, "Yes bitch you can put your oversized clit
back in your panties. From now on you will not speak unless
spoken too and you will always use your natural voice when
speaking. And your 'equipment' will always be referred to as
your clit, understand?". I didn't understand what she meant by
my natural voice but saw no problem in the rest of the
instructions and replied, "Yes mam" as I replace my "clit" in the
G-string.
Cindy walked back to the bedroom still giggling and came back
with two odd looking items and a small paper bag. As I studied
the two items, they looked like rubber breasts. Cindy told me to
place my hands on the back of my head and walk to the full length
mirror in the hallway. I did as instructed and Cindy pulled a
chair up beside me. Cindy then opened a bottle of alcohol and
dipped some on a gauze pad and stared to apply the alcohol to the
areas around my chest telling me to pay careful attention to what
she was doing. She then picked up one of the rubber looking
breasts and turned it upside down, and took up a double tube item
with two plungers on top and a medical name on it. She removed
the cap and punctured the seal with a pair of tweezers and
pressed the plungers, combining the two separate tubes and
spreading the resulting clear gel around the perimeter of the
fake breast. Cindy addressed me saying, "Billy, you have to
cover the entire perimeter of the breast form about a half inch
from the edge with a small bead of gel, understand?".
It suddenly hit me like a brick what she was planning on doing
and I just thought, 'These ladies are crazy, my cock is a clit,
Cindy is trying to give me breasts, wait a minute'. My
concentration was broken by Cindy again asking, "Understand?". I
said "Sure", not knowing what was really happening. As Cindy
finished her task she raised the breast form to my chest and
pressed in against my skin. I jumped with the cold feeling of
the gel against my skin but Cindy maintained the pressure as she
counted, "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..15".
She then released the breast form and nudged it a little causing
it to "jiggle" but stay in place.
Cindy stepped back and said, "Billy, jump up and down a few times
for me to see if the breast form will stay attached. That gel is
a new adhesive the hospital is testing for attaching latex based
forms to skin tissue and I want to see if it will handle the
weight of that form." I heard Cindy talk but was transfixed by
my image in the mirror in front of me, except of the different
shades of the breast form compared to my skin (which wasn't that
much different), I had a C-sized right breast. I jumped up and
down lightly and the "breast" jiggled and flopped a little
without coming dislodged. I jumped higher and shook my body from
side to side and the "breast" reacted again without coming
dislodged. Cindy exclaimed, "Alright, it works. Now Billy, you
put the other one on."
My mind seemed to go blank as I became transfixed by the image in
front of me in the mirror. I picked up the other breast form
which and started to apply the thin bead of gel as Cindy had just
done. The breast form actually wrapped slightly around the side
of the chest to give the total image of a real breast. As I
finished the application of the gel, I looked at Cindy who
quickly said, "Put it on your chest, the solution sets up
rapidly." I did as instructed, watching the mirror instead of
looking down and smoothed the edges of the breast for around my
chest. I held the form in place with both hands as I started
counting like Cindy had just minutes earlier. After reaching
fifteen, I looked at Cindy who replied, "Your a good pupil, I
don't think I could have done it better myself. Jump up and down
and see how it reacts". I did as instructed, somewhat fascinated
by the idea of having "breasts" and they reacted as if they were
part of my anatomy. I guess the full impact of what was going on
hadn't hit me yet because I found this to be rather novel.
Cindy turned to Ruth and said that the rest of what she wanted
was in the bedroom and she really had to get to work. Ruth
thanked her for the assistance and walked her to the door where
they whispered together for about two minutes. Ruth returned to
the living room and looked at Linda saying, "Phase two Linda".
Linda headed for the bedroom but squeezed one of my "breasts" as
she walked by me saying, "I'm impressed, modern science has come
along way" and continued to the bedroom. She returned carrying
what looked like a full paper grocery bag and pulled the chair in
front of the mirror telling me to have a seat. Since Linda was a
friend of mine from college, she seemed to give me alot more
respect than Ruth or Diane and made me feel more at ease. Linda
pulled out a large "tackle" box out of the bag and opened it
revealing a large assortment of cosmetics in neatly arranged
"shelves". I suddenly remembered that Linda had taken
Cosmetology in the last two years of high school at the
Vocational Technical Center and I realized what her purpose was
in this process saying, "Oh my god". Ruth started to speak but
seemed to let it go after I didn't continue to speak.
Linda pulled a plastic card out of the box and started placing it
against my chest, or what was uncovered of my chest anyway.
After a few seconds she went back into the box and stared mixing
up something. She then started to rub something against the
"lines" formed by the edges of the breast forms essentially
making them disappear. I just looked in the mirror as my
"breasts" became even more real looking in a matter of minutes.
She stepped back and told me to stand and turn around. I did as
instructed and she came back over and spread the "foundation" or
whatever it was into the forms edges in a couple of more places
then nodded and said, "Sit back down".
As I sat down, she started on my face working diligently for
about 20 minutes. After she finished I looked in the mirror and
saw a heavily made up face that I didn't immediately recognize.
Linda reached back into her back and produced a long wig that she
started fitting on my head. The wig was black, just like my own
hair color and after pinning it to my own hair, she asked me to
stand and walk into the living room. As I entered the living
room, Ruth and Diane both exclaimed, "Oh my god, she's
beautiful". Ruth continued saying, "You deserve a round of
applause Linda, you made a rose out of a turnip, hahahaha".
Linda said, "Thanks, but I do have to go, the shop is opening in
a half hour and I need to set some things up." Again, Ruth
walked Linda to the door and had a few hushed words with her
before she left.
Ruth returned to the living room and looked at Diane saying,
"Phase three sister". Diane said "No problem" and got up and
walked into the bedroom returning with another grocery bag. She
reached in and extracted a one piece white dress and handed it to
me saying, "Go ahead honey, put it on. hahahahahaha". I looked
at the dress that was given to me and saw that it buttoned up the
front so I slipped it on like a trench coat and started buttoning
from the bottom. I was amazed that it fit as well as it did,
even though it was kind of loose through the hips and ass
(probably because I had no hips or ass). As I buttoned the first
buttons, I noticed that the dress came down about half way
between my knees and my groin. I continued buttoning the
eighteen buttons but was told to stop with four buttons left at
the top. This covered my new "breasts" but left my neck and the
top few inches of my chest uncovered.
Diane reached back into her bag and pulled out three pairs of
white shoes, one pair had very high heels, one pair had medium
heels, and the last pair were very low heels. Diane told me to
try the highest heels on but it became obvious quickly that my
feet were not going to fit in those shoes. Next were the medium
heels and with the open toe, they did fit my feet enough to go
on. They had straps that wrapped around the ankle and I looked
at Diane who said, "Go ahead fasten them." I knelt down and
fastened the ankle straps to the shoes and tried to stand. I
hadn't thought of how the heels made it difficult to stand.
I couldn't even think of walking but Ruth said, "Walk over to
the mirror and look at yourself slut". I was actually getting
used to the "orders" now and just headed for the mirror on wobbly
legs and took a look at myself. What I saw in the mirror did not
look good. It actually looked at a slightly overweight, rather
large busted woman with fat knees and no ass in a white dress.
I looked over at Ruth and ask, "Can I just ask you one question?"
to which Ruth replied, "Ok, one question". "Why are you doing
this to me, I'm a nice guy and I don't mean anyone any harm. Why
all this humiliation?" I asked, and Ruth quickly replied, "Do you
remember how you dumped my sister?", as she motioned to Diane who
had a shit eating grin on her face. About six months earlier,
Diane had come up to college and went to a frat party with me.
After going to the bathroom, I returned to find Diane talking and
laughing with two of the frat boys against a wall and I guess I
got a little jealous, walking over to her and pulling her away by
the wrist. When she told me to leave her alone I made some kind
of comment about her acting like a slut to which I received a
slap across the face. I thought I did a great job of maintaining
my composure but the loudly stated, "You want to act like a slut,
then go ahead, slut" as I turned and walked out was probably the
wrong thing to say at the time. I looked back at Ruth and Diane
and said, "Yea, I remember, whats that got to do with all this?"
motioning to the dress and heels I was wearing. Diane simply
replied, "Hahahahahahahaha, Paybacks are a bitch ain't they
Billy?".
Ruth walked past me and into her bedroom, returning with a white
leather handbag and her own brown purse. She handed me the white
hand bag saying that all my possessions were in there and it was
time to go. The look of shock on my face must of been comical
because Ruth's stern dominant face that she was trying to
maintain fell into total laughter in a matter of seconds. I
gasped, "GOING OUT, IN THIS, WAIT A MINUTE". Ruth had regained
her composure saying, "Bitch, this is the least of it" as she
grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the apartment door with
Diane coming behind us.
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