'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'

I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk, the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time tonight I started to cry.

"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly and then let me go.

"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says, pointing at Charlotte.

Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been concealing behind her back.

"Come on hun, lets sit down and have a drink," she smiles and leads me to the bed removing her black satin opera gloves and dropping them to the floor.

I sit down with relief and cross my legs. The swish of my nyloned thighs rubbing together sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body. Carmel sits beside me and offers me one of her menthol's whilst Charlotte pours large measures of whisky into three tumblers she has found somewhere in one of the cupboards in my workroom.

I extend my trembling fingers, my fingernails glint a dull red in the subdued light, I take the proffered menthol and bring it to my lips. Carmel extends her bright red fingernailed hand and flicks the bic lighter into life; I drag back on the cool menthol cigarette and blow out a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. I look down and am surprised to see the filter of my cigarette is ringed with lipstick. I laugh to myself at the red, lippy stained cigarette butt and flick a lock of hair out of my eyes.

Crossed legs, lipsticked cigarette butts, flicking my hair! I have adopted all these female mannerisms in such a small time; 'It's as if I was born to this!' I think to myself.

'No!!! Never!!! I won't give in to this sick life!' I force myself to say in my mind, 'I'm a man, a man, a MAN!!!!!

I bring my head up and my face is level with Charlotte's chubby knees. Her ripped black fishnet stockings are indeed being worn over shiny taupe tights as I suspected. My eyes move up her thick but shapely legs, past the tiny tight Lycra mini stretched taught on her thighs, past her slashed T-shirt with the words "Fuck Slut" printed on it in silver sequins. She is proffering me a tumbler of whisky, and, as I reach out to take it I look up into her plump pretty face and whisper,

"Thank you."

"Your welcome honey," she smiles back, her heavily made up face and punk bottle-blonde, pink and blue streaked wig make her look sexy in a 'street whore' kind of way. Her heavily eye-shadowed and mascaraed eyes gleam in the darkened cell.

Charlotte pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of me offering a drink to Carmel and accepting a lighted cigarette in return. I take a pull on the tumbler and the fiery liquid burns my throat as I swallow it; I take another hard pull on the menthol and erupt into coughing fit. The coughing continues as my throat, sore from the abuse it has taken from the 'punters', spasms from the irritation of the smoke and strong liquor.

"There, there," offers Carmel as she takes the drink and cigarette from my hands and hands them off to Charlotte who places the cigarette in an ashtray and the drink on the bedside table.

Camel pulls my head to her shoulder and gently strokes my back as the coughing fit slowly subsides. I can smell her perfume, I recognise the brand as 'Poison,' and my head nestles in the crook of her neck. My arms instinctively wrap around her and I return the hug. I hug her gently as I start to sob into her neck and she continues to stroke my back and slowly rocks me back and forth in the light embrace. She whispers in my ear,

"It's alright Michele; It's alright honey."

I start to drift off as my senses experience the wonder of this sensuous embrace. My satin blouse slides stimulatingly over Carmel's tight, body hugging black satin dress and I can feel the heat of her body even though her breastforms. Our knees are lightly touching, the diaphanous nylons delicately stroking each other, her black pantyhosed leg peeking through the split in her dress and my silk stocking thighs become further exposed as my skirt rides up as we continue to embrace.

In my reverie, I feel the beautiful soft butterfly of Carmel's breath as she exhales sweetly in my ear and whispers,

"There, there, honey; it's all better now; Carmel's here sweetie, Carmel's here."

I raise my head and look into her heavily made-up eyes; my gaze roams over her red lips and pale skin as my right hand moves up and gently strokes her cheek, my ruby-red nails in stark contrast to her pale Goth makeup. My hand continues up to her lustrous black wig and entwines itself in the silky softness of the fine hair. I gently pull her face to mine and our lips brush; I slip my tongue across her lips and taste her lipstick.

Carmel looks into my eyes deeply and reciprocates; her hand slides into my hair and she pulls me forward until our lips softly meet; her tongue cautiously extends and brushes my lips. Then, at the same time, we open our mouths and mash our lips together, our tongues entwine and our bodies push against each other, satin and nylon come together to create an exquisite rasping sensation that causes my little penis to awaken in its silken panty prison.

The strangest feeling envelops me, our caress is so soft and gentle, feminine, comforting and at the same time sexual. My head is spinning with the new sensations that course through my body; after the brutal treatment I have received over the last pitiful hours the tenderness that Carmel is bestowing upon me has me entranced.

Carmel eases me back on the bed until my head comes to rest on my pillow; our kiss is not broken and a sense of urgency seeps into our embrace. Carmel strokes my face and showers my lips, cheeks and eyelids with soft loving kisses; my head spins in a heady sensation of soft feminine yearning. She adjusts herself so that she is half on the bed, her legs straddling mine as her silken, nylon clad knee rubs softly against my stockinged thighs.

My penis has now freed itself from between my legs and is rampant in the front of my panties. Carmel sighs sweetly in my ear as she softly kisses my lobe, her perfume mingling with mine to create a dizzy cloud that further heightens my senses.

"Michele, honey; you are so lovely," she whispers.

Part VII

'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'

I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk, the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time tonight I started to cry.

"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly and then let me go.

"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says, pointing at Charlotte.

Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been concealing behind her back.

"Come on hun, lets sit down and have a drink," she smiles and leads me to the bed removing her black satin opera gloves and dropping them to the floor.

I sit down with relief and cross my legs. The swish of my nyloned thighs rubbing together sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body. Carmel sits beside me and offers me one of her menthol's whilst Charlotte pours large measures of whisky into three tumblers she has found somewhere in one of the cupboards in my workroom.

I extend my trembling fingers, my fingernails glint a dull red in the subdued light, I take the proffered menthol and bring it to my lips. Carmel extends her bright red fingernailed hand and flicks the bic lighter into life; I drag back on the cool menthol cigarette and blow out a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. I look down and am surprised to see the filter of my cigarette is ringed with lipstick. I laugh to myself at the red, lippy stained cigarette butt and flick a lock of hair out of my eyes.

Crossed legs, lipsticked cigarette butts, flicking my hair! I have adopted all these female mannerisms in such a small time; 'It's as if I was born to this!' I think to myself.

'No!!! Never!!! I won't give in to this sick life!' I force myself to say in my mind, 'I'm a man, a man, a MAN!!!!!

I bring my head up and my face is level with Charlotte's chubby knees. Her ripped black fishnet stockings are indeed being worn over shiny taupe tights as I suspected. My eyes move up her thick but shapely legs, past the tiny tight Lycra mini stretched taught on her thighs, past her slashed T-shirt with the words "Fuck Slut" printed on it in silver sequins. She is proffering me a tumbler of whisky, and, as I reach out to take it I look up into her plump pretty face and whisper,

"Thank you."

"Your welcome honey," she smiles back, her heavily made up face and punk bottle-blonde, pink and blue streaked wig make her look sexy in a 'street whore' kind of way. Her heavily eye-shadowed and mascaraed eyes gleam in the darkened cell.

Charlotte pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of me offering a drink to Carmel and accepting a lighted cigarette in return. I take a pull on the tumbler and the fiery liquid burns my throat as I swallow it; I take another hard pull on the menthol and erupt into coughing fit. The coughing continues as my throat, sore from the abuse it has taken from the 'punters', spasms from the irritation of the smoke and strong liquor.

"There, there," offers Carmel as she takes the drink and cigarette from my hands and hands them off to Charlotte who places the cigarette in an ashtray and the drink on the bedside table.

Camel pulls my head to her shoulder and gently strokes my back as the coughing fit slowly subsides. I can smell her perfume, I recognise the brand as 'Poison,' and my head nestles in the crook of her neck. My arms instinctively wrap around her and I return the hug. I hug her gently as I start to sob into her neck and she continues to stroke my back and slowly rocks me back and forth in the light embrace. She whispers in my ear,

"It's alright Michele; It's alright honey."

I start to drift off as my senses experience the wonder of this sensuous embrace. My satin blouse slides stimulatingly over Carmel's tight, body hugging black satin dress and I can feel the heat of her body even though her breastforms. Our knees are lightly touching, the diaphanous nylons delicately stroking each other, her black pantyhosed leg peeking through the split in her dress and my silk stocking thighs become further exposed as my skirt rides up as we continue to embrace.

In my reverie, I feel the beautiful soft butterfly of Carmel's breath as she exhales sweetly in my ear and whispers,

"There, there, honey; it's all better now; Carmel's here sweetie, Carmel's here."

I raise my head and look into her heavily made-up eyes; my gaze roams over her red lips and pale skin as my right hand moves up and gently strokes her cheek, my ruby-red nails in stark contrast to her pale Goth makeup. My hand continues up to her lustrous black wig and entwines itself in the silky softness of the fine hair. I gently pull her face to mine and our lips brush; I slip my tongue across her lips and taste her lipstick.

Carmel looks into my eyes deeply and reciprocates; her hand slides into my hair and she pulls me forward until our lips softly meet; her tongue cautiously extends and brushes my lips. Then, at the same time, we open our mouths and mash our lips together, our tongues entwine and our bodies push against each other, satin and nylon come together to create an exquisite rasping sensation that causes my little penis to awaken in its silken panty prison.

The strangest feeling envelops me, our caress is so soft and gentle, feminine, comforting and at the same time sexual. My head is spinning with the new sensations that course through my body; after the brutal treatment I have received over the last pitiful hours the tenderness that Carmel is bestowing upon me has me entranced.

Carmel eases me back on the bed until my head comes to rest on my pillow; our kiss is not broken and a sense of urgency seeps into our embrace. Carmel strokes my face and showers my lips, cheeks and eyelids with soft loving kisses; my head spins in a heady sensation of soft feminine yearning. She adjusts herself so that she is half on the bed, her legs straddling mine as her silken, nylon clad knee rubs softly against my stockinged thighs.

My penis has now freed itself from between my legs and is rampant in the front of my panties. Carmel sighs sweetly in my ear as she softly kisses my lobe, her perfume mingling with mine to create a dizzy cloud that further heightens my senses.

"Michele, honey; you are so lovely," she whispers.

I raise my head as much as my bonds will allow and look down my body as Carmel slides over to one side so as not to obstruct my view. Looking down I see my legs spread; my ankles tied with the stockings which are lashed to the bedposts. I see my slender legs encased in silky flesh toned stockings, the reinforced nylon stocking heels visible in my strappy white high heels. My white leather miniskirt is bunched up around my waist and there is Charlotte's head buried in my groin.

Charlotte lifts her head slightly and turns to look up at me; she is beautiful for a plump girl. Her face is framed by the shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig with pink and blue streaks running though it, her heavy makeup with black eyeliner, dark pink and powder blue blush, and glittery multi-coloured eyeshadow. Her glossy bright red full lips grip the shaft of my penis.

"See," giggles Carmel, "I told you we came to comfort you."

Carmel now straddles me again and as our nylons rub my cock spasms in Charlottes mouth.

"She's ready for you Carm," Charlotte declares removing her head from groin, "and you better be quick!"

I wonder what she means�����..

Then it dawns on me as Carmel adjusts her position over me, she reaches under her dress and I hear a ripping sound as she tears the gusset seam of her pantyhose with a fingernail.

"Just relax honey," she whispers and kisses me briefly.

Then she adjusts herself again so that she is sitting over me with her lovely ass over my erect penis. She hitches up her dress. With one hand she pulls aside her panties and torn pantyhose gusset whilst with the other she grips my penis and positions it against her puckered anus.

Carmel slowly lowers herself onto me and I slide into her all the way. She pushes down and her panty-clad ass cheeks rest on my thighs; the nylon of her panties and torn hose rub against my shaft and balls as she slowly starts to ride me, putting her hands on the bed behind her to support her weight as she fucks my rock hard clitty.

Charlotte moves up to the top of the bed and begins to kiss me slowly, her tongue throbbing in my mouth as my penis throbs deep in Carmel's ass. My cock feels so snug and tight as Carmel rides me, her sleek back passage spasming against my invading member. Carmel is groaning and moaning,

"Oh Michele, fuck me!"

"Michele Fuck Me!"

"Michele���FUCK ME!!!!!"

I am delirious with passion, my clitty is trapped deep inside Carmel and as she rides me I push up to meet her as she slams her pantied ass against my groin. My silky lingerie is sending little explosions into my groin where it comes into contact with Carmel as she bucks over me, the rustle of silk, and nylon and satin becomes the background music to our groans and sighs as we approach orgasm.

I open my eyes because has Charlotte stopped kissing me, I am disappointed because her lipstick kisses were adding so much to my stimulation. I turn my head to see that Charlotte has freed her short stubby cock from her panties and is viciously wanking it. She looks down into my eyes and I see the pleading there.

"Please?" she whispers.

"Ok," I whisper in capitulation.

Charlotte kneels on the side of the bed, her stubby clitty sticking out from her groin, her sleek dance tights are pulled down and her fishnet stockings strain on the red garters where she has roughly adjusted her underwear to allow access to her angry little cock. She has pulled off her Lycra mini and dropped it around her high-heeled feet.

I can't move my head too far because of my bonds but I turn my head to one side and greedily suck Charlotte's hard fat clitty into my mouth. It tastes salty but clean and I immediately begin to suck it and slide my tongue all over it. The sight of my fellatio act must have aroused Carmel further because she is now bent forward over me and is slamming her ass up and down on my cock in a frenzy. My penis is now throbbing with excitement and I can feel my orgasm build as Carmel's hot ass pulses against my cock and drives itself up and down my shaft.

Charlotte is now groaning in time with Carmel as I suck and lick her fat little hard clitty-cock. I can feel it begin to spasm.

"Fuck me Michele!" Groans Carmel.

"Suck me Michele!" Groans Charlotte.

And I do! I fuck and suck and I come! My penis explodes deep in Carmel's ass and I rise up to thrust it in as far in as it will go. Carmel responds and pushes down grinding her pantyhosed ass against my panty-clad balls as I unload steam after stream of hot semen deep in her back passage. At the same time Charlotte grips my head and pulls my face into her groin as she jets huge globs of her seed into my mouth.

The experience an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt. My cock is exploding with the friction and pulsing of Carmel's tight ass; my balls are electrified by the sensation of Carmel's panty and hosed ass rubbing against their silky nylon panty prison; my mouth and lips are on fire as I suck and swallow Charlotte's hot seed, the feel of her stubby member invading my mouth is beautiful; and all over my body, the silky satin feel of my lingerie, skirt, blouse and stockings is amplifying the electric pulses of the most fantastic orgasm of my life.

After about three minute of intense pleasure, Charlotte removes her flaccid penis from my mouth; a trickle of her spend drops onto my chin as she tucks her angry little weapon back into the gusset of her sheer dance tights. Carmel eases herself off me, giggling as my cock plops out her ass. She stands next to the bed and adjusts her clitty inside her hose and panties and smooths down her black satin sheath dress. It's only then I notice the semen stains on her underwear and realise she has ejaculated whilst I was fucking her.

I lie there, my hands and feet tied, my skirt hiked around my waist; nyloned legs spread, my slowly deflating penis sticking out of the waistband my sheer panties. My makeup is smeared and wig tousled due to the passionate struggle I have just endured and enjoyed. The single drop of Charlotte's semen glistens on my chin.

"That was wonderful!" whispers Charlotte.

"Wonderful!" whispers Carmel.

"Wonderful!" I whisper.

"Fucking wonderful ladies; I really enjoyed the show. Now who the fuck gave you permission to play those sort of games!"

Oh my God! It's Eddie. He's looking though the bars of my workroom cell pushing his sticky, gnarled cock back into his pants. A pool of semen glistens at his feet in the low light.

"Now; how the fuck am I going to punish you girls for using something that I own and that everyone else has to pay for to use!"

"YOU!!!!!" he screamed pointing his shaking finger at the three of us.