Let me introduce myself. My name is Loren. When I was 22 years old I had a
job similar in some respects to the Shining. I was working on a novel and
found a job that had all the right characteristics. There was a small
resort on Lake Ontario. It was only open from May through October. The
first day in November it was closed and only needed a caretaker during the
winter season. I had spent last year doing it and knew the routine. The
snow would come and I would enjoy the solitude of the place and work on my
novel.

There was another reason that I enjoyed myself there also. I
had entry to all the stores and homes in the town. There were 32 homes, a
small grocery store and general store, which was combined. Actually it
carried a lot of things.

But what I enjoyed was my secret. I would dress up and be a woman during
that time. I could walk in the street after the snow came. I could shave. I
could do whatever I wanted until the 3rd Monday in April. That was when the
shopkeepers would return. I would usually stop shaving my face the last
week so they wouldn't guess. My hair was already long when I arrived. It
was auburn and when I washed it out and curled it after they all left it
was a perfectly feminine shoulder length coif. By April it was a lot
longer, but when they came I kept it like a masculine ponytail. No one
knew. No one guessed. And, I had the pleasure of enjoying my secret without
any consequences.

I had a cell phone for emergencies and there was even a
generator at the General Store. My apartment was upstairs. There was a
bedroom, kitchen and sitting room. Some of the houses were quite large and
well kitted out. During my last year there, I had found at the Merchanson's
home (it was the largest one on the lake) quite a bit of hot Victoria
Secret and Frederick of Hollywood clothing. Mrs. Merchanson was my
size. Oh, I'm 5'5" and weigh 138 lbs. My skin is very pale, a creamy
white. I believe it's because I spend most time inside. I like to write,
cook and dress up. So, I don't get much sun.

In order to get to this little vacation spot, you had to exit
the highway 5miles before the road North. Nearly everyone turned south and
drove into the two which was Southwest of here. It wasn't even paved for
the last 10 miles after turning North at the farmer's house that owned all
the land from the highway to the just outside this little community. The
farm had been closed for the last two years and was for sale. It had been a
dairy farm but you couldn't dairy farm locally anymore. The economics were
terrible. The closest town of any size was 24 miles away. Sometimes before
the heavy snow of November came I would go there to the movies or if I
needed gas during the January thaw. After the snow it was my PC Internet
connection and/or the cell phone for socialization. The DVD on my PC was
for watching movies.



Often the landline would go down and once it took nearly 6 weeks to be
repaired. Mr. Adam's who owned the General Store would contact me by email
or if that didn't work he would call me. He had left me a list of
instructions that I had taped to the front of the refrigerator in my
kitchen. He was so anal he had written every detail with a number before
each one. When he would email or call. The day he came back. Which key went
to which house etc?


Anyhow, I had been there about a week and the weather report
had said it was going to snow for the next three days. Even the Farmer's
Almanac had called for a bitter cold winter. The first light flaking was
flittering through the sky and I had already shaved my body the other
day. I shave everything except for a little patch above my penis, which I
shape the way the girls do in the girlie magazines. I decided to get
dressed and walk through the town in my black skirt, high heels (which I
couldn't use when the snow got heavier) and a white blouse and matching
ribbon in my hair. I was quite daring since I had been there the year
before and knew no one would come and where to hide if someone did.

I loved putting my makeup on and had gotten quite proficient at
looking very feminine with the right eye shadow and lipstick. For this
outfit I had painted my nails and lips a bright sexy red. I would even wear
a tampon in my ass with the string hanging out so I would wiggle more as I
walked. I just loved this time together with me.

An empty glass of wine sat on the table next to me as I
finished. Actually it was my third glass and I could feel a little flush in
my face from both the wine and the excitement. I had planned to walk to the
Hanover's house and then sit on their sofa and make believe while having an
orgasm. They have a stereo with some very romantic Italian music. I would
bring the rest of my wine over there and enjoy the walk and sway getting
there.

I got up, looked in the mirror, and with my reds lips pursing
said, "You look marvelous." Then I checked the weather and news on my
pc. The weather report was even more severe saying perhaps as much as 24"
of snow was forecast to fall. It didn't bother me. I would be snug as a bug
in my private paradise of homes and store. The news was much the same. The
market was down; some bikers had raped a girl at a college that was about
150 miles from here. The lottery was over $24,000,000 and so on.

I picked up my glass, filled it and walked down the stairs from
my apartment through the general store picking up the key for the
Hanover's. I never locked the store or even closed the door to my
apartment. Why bother? But, I always kept the owners homes locked. I put a
shawl around my shoulders, pulled my hair out over it and walked out into
the crisp early afternoon sun and snow. I loved the walk the feeling of my
skirt swaying and the cool air blowing up over my stockings against my
naked thighs until it reached the satin of my panties. All was well. The
Hanover house was just two blocks from the Store. My perfume mixed well
with the autumn coolness. It was a strong feminine smell of rich summer
flowers.



Sauntering up the small walkway I wiggled my butt, accenting
one of my best features. I also had great legs or at least I always thought
so. I had never shared my secret with anyone else so I only knew from the
Polaroids I had taken last year and kept. They were in my bottom drawer
with all my other secret things. Except of course for the items that were
in the closet or the makeup on the shelf. As you can see, I was not scared
a bit since I knew the isolation out here. I wondered what I would do if
someone did come. Last year I was so cautious. When I was out I would
practice what I would say if I came across someone. I had figured out a
story that my husband and I were care taking and hope the person would be
on their way.

I had even worked on my voice so long that it seemed feminine enough to me
in the recordings I had on my PC. But no one ever came. Who was going to
drive down a road that said DEAD END for over 10 miles? It looked
desolate. There were no signs about the community down here. They liked it
that way just a quite little peninsula jutting out in Lake Ontario. So I
jiggled a bit up the steps and opened the door. All the houses were kept
warm by gas heat. But only 4 of them kept them up in the high 60's. They
were the Merchanson's, Hanover's, Balick's and Dunkirk's. They also had the
nicest furniture. The Balick's had a Steinway in their house. I was pretty
good with HVAC; my dad had owned a business when I grew up. It was one of
the reason's I got the job. Actually, HVAC is really easy. There just a few
things you need to know and a few spare parts. The whole town had used the
same brand of equipment. Some was older then others but none that I had
seen were even 10 years old.

I put on a wonderful CD. It was that Italian singer. The one who did
"Romanza". And I sat down so carefully and sipped my wine. I liked to
listen to his music a bit loud and the more I have drunk the louder I put
it. And today, it was nearly blasting. That's why I never heard them. I
mean the sound of the motorcycles. I was two blocks away and the road to
town was on the other side of the General Store. But I should have heard
it. Especially when it turned out there were sixteen motorcycles. But I
didn't. Nope, there I was quietly sipping my wine listening to the music
sitting in my feminine attire when the door flew open and two brusque and
burly motorcycle guys came up to me. One flipped off the music and the
other grabbed me by my wrists. He was so strong I snapped right up out of
the chair.

"Come on girly. Come with us," he said. His voice raspy from what I thought
must be drink and smoke. I was so unsure what to do. But also, I realized I
was also powerless. There was nothing to do but go with him and the other
biker. As we walked they each held me by my wrists and one grabbed and
goosed my ass. I was shuddering with fear as my heels glided over the
snow. It was falling heavily now and the street was cover with over an
inch.

We came to the General Store and I saw all the motorcycles. I was hoping
they just needed a little help or something and be on their way but inside
I knew this was not what was happening. As we entered the store I gulped as
I remembered the news story on my computer. The next thing I knew I was
inside the store standing there in the midst of more than a dozen
bikers. They ranged in nearly all sizes except small. I without a doubt was
the small one. A couple of them looked like they were 300lbs with big beer
guts. Some of the others were in terrific shape and then one six foot four
guy motioned for me to come over to him. Obviously he was the leader. I
walked over.

Looking at me and asked if I liked bikers. Nervously and in the most
feminine voice I could muster I answered that bikers were nice guys. I
didn't know what I was going to do. Then he put his hand around the back of
my head pulled me forward and kissed me. He pulled back with a little laugh
and asked about how I felt sucking biker dick. I was so afraid of what they
would do if they knew I was a guy. I shook in fear and stuttered and
nothing came out.

He reached down with his hand and put in on my ass and asked again, "girls
like to suck dick don't they?" I tried to be a little courageous and move
his hand off my ass and say, "that is a private matter." But he slapped my
face hard and I thought of those bikers wanted for rape and I started to
cry.



"Girls like to suck cock. Do you like to swallow?" he said with a smirk and
reached and grabbed my ass. My face was stinging and I was crying. I didn't
dare try to stop him but I was terrified of what the consequences would
be. He squeezed my ass cheek and continued, "We're going to be here for
quite awhile and since you are the only girl, well, and we just want to
know?" I just began to cry and whimper saying I wasn't a girl, I was a guy
and "please, please let me go." He just started laughing so hard as I sank
down in tears. "We know who you are and everything else. We've been to your
apartment and read the note on the refrigerator. We've found your butt plug
and clothes and we are staying here for the next few months and you are the
only girl. So, do you like to swallow?" he asked.

The other bikers were laughing, as I answered no. To which Jim, as I
learned his name later, said, "too bad since you will be swallowing gobs of
cum." His hand rubbed in my ass crack and I tried to pull back again but
this time he slapped me so hard I fell backwards over his hand on my ass
and landed with my stocking legs splayed in the air and my panties visible
to those nearby who laughed and said, "just like a girl to be such a slut
to show her panties."

Jim told me stand up and listen and at this point I wasn't going to argue
anymore. I was dejected and broken. He mentioned how they had already
reviewed my computer and had seen the news groups I had subscribed to. The
alt.binary.pictures.transsexuals and the alt.binary.pictures.oral ,also
facial.cum, spanking, anal and finally he said he had seen how I liked
alt.binary.pictures.urine. I cringed as I heard him say that. I was
fascinated, yes from a remote prurient idea, just like I dressed up in
secret. But, now my secrets were out. All of them were out and known by 16
bikers who were not known for being either courteous or worrying about what
others wanted.

He explained I was to be deferential to the bikers and to accentuate my
feminity. Because if at anytime I showed my masculinity the bikers would
respond with what they would do to a man who had broken into their world
unwanted. He said I wouldn't want this alternative. It didn't take me a
minute to figure out I didn't want that to happen and I even found myself
trying to stand more alluringly. He must have noticed because he said
"good," and continued.



All the bikers gathered round him as he told them they would spend some
time hear until the "heat died down." He didn't know how long that would be
but fortunately this was the perfect place, there was plenty of food and
one good slut. In order to maintain some discipline he said they were to go
to the computer and find what they wanted from the alt.picture sites that I
had subscribed to. Print the picture that they were interested in and then
hand it to me. Each picture was to be in order of arrival and I was to have
them signed and rated after I had performed them. At the end of each day
they would be reviewed and I would either be given a reward or punished
with a spanking. I was to accomplish all the sheets each day or else. The
"or else" sounded so dire, like the other situation regarding not showing
my masculinity, that I feared not accomplishing what I was to do. On the
other hand doing what I was going to do would be also terrifying. I hadn't
come out of the closet I had been dragged out. All those years of acting
feminine and dressing up were now the only thing that remained between me
and perhaps my life.

My other job was to cook and clean. He said we would move to the
Merchanson's house everything but the computer and cell phone which would
remain here guarded. Also, I would make a list of what I needed to "keep
house and keep myself pretty", but I was only allowed to venture out from
the Merchanson's house with two of the bikers with me. "Oh, and by the
way," Jim said as I was being escorted out the door to my new home and
duties, "your name will be Lauren now."

We arrived at the Merchanson house and I was given the Master
Bedroom. Jim found her Frederick of Hollywood clothes and told me to use
the sluttiest outfit. I had already realized that I had better do as I was
told and I found this frilly little lavender dress that flared and the hem
was scalloped. I had thought Mrs. Merchanson was my size but this outfit
seems real short. It must have been at least 12 inches above the top of my
knee and with matching stockings and panties; I put on heels and came out
of the room.

Jim was in the living room and motioned me to come over. He
explained this house would be the house I entertained in and cooked and
cleaned. The guys would come over and give me a picture. They would fill in
the book at the door after my services with a rating and perhaps a comment
would be marked on the photo and hung on the wall. They would leave their
dirty clothes for me to wash and iron. Each day a different guy or
sometimes group of guys would spend mealtime with me. I was to cook, clean
and take care of cock.

I had thought Jim was going to stay here but he said he would
be at one of the other houses. He warned me not to try to escape (where
would I go). Then he instructed me to lie over his lap with my ass up. He
was going to give me a "sample spanking" so I would know the
consequence. "Just 10 smacks," he said, but these would be lightest I could
hope to receive."

Obediently I folded myself down over his lap and felt his hand
lift the skirt of my dress up and pull my panties down. "Oh, and don't
forget when ever your punishment is through, stand up, curtsy, say "thank
you sir" and then pull up your panties. In that order, do you understand"?

I nodded my head as a wave of fear swept over me. This wasn't
the tender love I thought about as I sat earlier listening to
"Romanza". No, this was something far different then my private thoughts
over the years. But, this was what was happening and this would be my
memory from now on.

OH.. OH.it hurt so much as his hand came down. It was hard.very
HARD.my ass burned and by the time the fifth wallop came down, I was
crying. Crying uncontrollably as he finally finished spanking me. I stood
up the tears dripping down my cheeks falling off my chin and landing on my
chest and curtsied. Saying, "Thank you sir," I pulled up my lavender
panties and cried some more.

Soon they had left and I stood in the kitchen. There were boxes
of food for me to put away in the refrigerator and in just a few hours I
could expect the first of the beaus who would come bringing gifts of sexual
pictures. On the refrigerator was a new list. It said breakfast at 9am,
lunch at 1pm and dinner at 7pm. Only from midnight till breakfast would I
be free, unless someone spent the night.

I had to plan dinner and wonder who was coming over. Or, how
many were coming over. Each meal was to be made for four not including
myself. I was to serve these meals and eat leftovers if there were any.

Well, what is a girl suppose to do. My feminine side was now
out in the most bizarre way. Even though I shuddered, I also was titillated
with the idea of 16 guys. I cooked dinner and heard the doorbell ring at
6:30 pm.

Walking to the door wearing the lavender dress and a still
smarting bottom I opened it to see two bikers. They didn't appear gruff and
said "good evening." I replied back and they came in and handed me two
photos. Actually, the photos turned out to be one that was separated into
two parts. I looked at the photos and could tell instantly that it had come
from alt.sex.erotic.facials. I even knew it was from the dogfart series. It
showed a pretty girl in the one finishing a blowjob and the guy had laid a
thick wad of cum on her tongue. She was smiling as she showed off the white
glob down the center of her tongue. His cock was touching her cheek and a
small stream of semen dabbled her chin. One of his hands held her head and
the other rubbed her throat as if the next picture would be her
swallowing. I exhaled as I thought this would be me soon.

The other biker's picture was a guy just pulling out of the
same girls ass. It was evident he had just shot his load into her since her
still opened asshole shimmered with white cum. Her panties were down around
her knees as his cock dripped a last string of cum which seemed head for
the cotton crotch in her panties. My own ass squeezed as I held the photo.

"Would you like dinner?" I asked as I dated the photos and
marked them with my initials to show I had received them.

The doorbell rang again and before another 15 minutes had gone
by my book at the door had been filled with photos for the next several
days. The photos with my initials and time for fulfillment were sitting in
a folder on the table near the door. It was obvious from the pile that I
would be eating more cum then anything else.

The two bikers, they didn't even tell me their names that time,
wanted dinner. So, I made spaghetti and tomato sauce. (It was the bottled
kind, but I put a little wine and garlic in it.) They sat at the table as I
served and felt my ass under my dress. Rubbing my leg, the one biker talked
about how soon, "you will be gliding your ass from my lubrication. It will
make you walk even more girlie. Haaa.Haaaa."

The other biker asked me if I feel like having an orgasm when a
guy cums in my mouth. I was sure I'd better respond appropriately and told
him, "yes." He smiled with approval. When dinner was finally over they had
me clear the table and meet them in the living room. I was to bring them a
couple of beers. The refrigerator was well stocked with beers and next to
it was several cases to keep filling it with. I brought two bottles of Bud
with me to the living room and handed them to them.

They had put some music on and asked me to show them a sexy
dance that would make them want to shoot their loads into me. I couldn't
believe that I had to make them want to fuck me. But I did dance and soon
their cocks hardened. I knew that because they unzipped and let their cocks
hang out as I danced.

"Come here honey and suck this," said the biker who would soon
be in my ass. I knelt down and felt my red lips push open as his cock slid
in my mouth. The other guy rubbed my head as his cock dangled and bounced
around my face. Finally, the guy with the cock in my mouth told me to pull
down my panties and get my 'pussy' ready for some fucking.

In just a few moments I was in the position of the photo just 10 minutes or
so before it was shot. I was sucking the one biker's cock and the other was
banging in and out of me. I was oblivious to anything but cock. They were
hard and throbbed and I felt like they owned me. I was writhing on
them. Wanting their cum and suddenly I felt my asshole slithering wet as he
started to shoot his cum. His voice shuddered and he moaned, "yeah baby
have a little of this." But before I had much time to single out the load
filling my ass the other guy spurted deep into my throat coating my
tonsils. I swallowed and my own little cock looked to be rubbed but I
couldn't do anything but take their cum and spin my mind.

When they were finished they had me lick them clean and put their cocks
away and finally pull my panties up and thank them. I could feel his cum in
my ass move as if my asshole was gargling with it. They finished up and
then went and wrote on the photo and push pinned it to the wall and
left. Before I could even go and read what they wrote, the doorbell rang.

Another biker was there. He came in and dropped some clothes on the
floor. Then he took his photograph and showed it to me. It was from
alt.sex.erotic.facials and showed a girls face with her mouth open. Her
tongue was hanging out and a penis was still discharging cum into a puddle
on her tongue. She had a small silver ball that had been pierce through her
tongue and cum almost covered it.

Just then I felt a little cum leak into my panties. I wondered if he could
tell. I was so self-conscious. Then he told me to come over to the table
and he took out a kit and placed it on the table and sat down. He motioned
me to kneel. As I did so even more cum leaked into my panties.

Opening the kit I could see several things and immediately knew it was for
piercing. I began to say no but even before the word came out he slapped my
face and said, "Just do as you are told." Within minutes I was wearing
studs in my ears and my tongue was out. He sprayed my tongue and it became
cold and then he pierced it and put a stud with a ball like the picture
through my tongue. I was so scared then that I peed a little into the
crotch of my panty. I could feel the warmth against my balls and my ass
slippery from the cum coating.

He got up and said he would be back in the morning for his clean clothes
and said I must smell his clothes before and after I washed them. "Put your
nose deep into my briefs and inhale," he said. He didn't say why but he
was emphatic about it. He also said he wanted breakfast when he came over
and he would be serving me mine as well. Then he left. I cried for a while
and then realized I'd better clean up since I was tired. The ball felt so
funny in my mouth. It was just another thing that subjugated me. It made me
more woman than man.

I went over to the door and picked up his clothes. There were a couple of
t-shirts, socks and some briefs. The underwear was stained with brown in
the seat and a little yellow stain in the crotch. I didn't want to smell
them, but if I didn't then what. I held them for at least 10 minutes
looking at them before I finally had the nerve to lift them to my nose and
smell them. They smelled nasty. So did the socks and t-shirts.



The only way to get them done was to wash them by hand. I washed his shorts
till they came clean and then put them all in the washing machine. Finally
I was finished and went to bed. But even going to bed took an hour to take
off the makeup, bathe and wash the cum out of my ass and then put on the
sexy little negligee that Mrs. Merchanson had in her draw. I set the alarm
for 6:30 and drifted off to sleep.

Brrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggg...Brrrriiiiiinnnnnngggggg. The alarm woke me from a
deep sleep. I wondered if yesterday was just a dream but as I woke I knew
it wasn't. The stud in my tongue was definite proof. And the mirror in the
bathroom proved more with matching gold balls surrounding my ear lobes. I
decided to make the most of it and bathed in a perfumed scented bath. It
was so relaxing. I sat there and then realized that I'd better get ready
since the biker who had pierced me would be over for breakfast soon.

I hadn't had much to eat myself. Jim had told me I could only eat the
leftovers off the plate with the same knife and fork. It was as if he
wanted to completely humiliate me. Last night I had barely eaten a little
spaghetti and a piece of meatball one of them had left. When I put it in my
mouth with his fork my stomach churned. So I was hungry. I even weighted
myself and had lost 2 lbs since earlier in the week.

I sat at Mrs. Merchanson's makeup table and made sure my nail and toes had
polish on them. Soon I was looking very feminine as I put on a teddy and a
robe. (Again those instructions that I was to dress after I had cleaned up
from breakfast. There were so many instructions.)

Then, I walked out to the kitchen and started to put away the clean dishes
and fold the clothes I had washed. (I smelled them again). Finally, coffee,
bacon, toast were ready and the eggs scrambled and ready to cook when the
doorbell rang.

I went to the door and opened it saying "good morning Sir." He put his arm
around me and felt my ass and then pulled the belt off my robe. So I was
standing there with my robe opened showing my teddy and the two-inch
slippers with little pink powder puffs featherlike appliqués over the
tops.

He had a small box with a pink bow and handed it to me. "This is from Jim
for you to wear all the time," he said. I held the box and was happy to get
a present. I wondered if it was jewelry but the box was too big for that. I
began to unwrap it and when I finally opened it there was a butt plug in
it.

"Put it in now, he said. Only a biker can take it out except from midnight
to 8am when you are home alone. Then you can remove it without
permission. Otherwise you have to ask permission to remove it. And, when
you ask you have to explain why in a credible feminine fashion. What do you
say?"

"Thank you Sir," I answered and then proceeded to work it into my ass and
felt it finally position itself. I felt funny when I walked but he
complimented me and said he would have 3 eggs scrambled as I started to
finish breakfast for him.

I brought his food to the table and he instructed me to just stand next to
him as he ate. Now and then his fingers would rub under my panties and
touch the butt plug.

"Are you hungry," he asked.

"Yes Sir, I replied.

"Then why don't you get under the table and start with my cock so you can
get your protein. Also, do you know why we pierced your tongue?"

"No, I answered as I knelt down and crawled under the table. Before I could
unzip him, he pulled my head close to his pants and asked, "Did you smell
my underwear last night? I answered yes and then he instructed me to smell
again and I did.

He let my head go back and told me to unzip him and start sucking him.

"The reason is because it stimulates a guy's cock to shoot even a bigger
load. As the ball rubbed along a cock it drives us crazy. So now you will
be a 'great' cocksucker.

My red nails had just found his cock as he finished and felt it warm in my
fingers. It wasn't as big as the cock the filled my ass last night but it
was thick. My butt plugs filled my ass I started to suck his cock. He
reminded me that when he came he wanted to do what the photo showed and
that I shouldn't swallow it until he gave permission.

The picture he had showed me looked like this:

I knew that soon I would look the same way. As I sucked his cock he ate his
breakfast. Every now and then he would put a hand under the table and pump
my head on his cock. He was only semi-hard and after about 10 minutes he
tapped me on the head and said, "let's go over to the sofa."


I crawled out from under the table and stood up. He smiled at me and said
my lipstick was smeared and to put some more on. When I came back to the
room he was sitting on the sofa with his dick sticking out. His pants were
down around his legs and his underwear just above them. He motioned me to
sit down and I did. He wanted to know why girls liked the taste of cum so
much. I replied that it 'tastes good.' He laughed and then pulled my head
down to his cock. Moments later I was between his knees with his cock deep
in my throat. It grew fat and hard and pumped my mouth. He seemed to like
rubbing it on the stud on my tongue and started to moan. Suddenly he pulled
my head off his cock by my hair and had me open my mouth and stick my
tongue out.

The first squirt was actually just a wet clear stream that hit me in the
eye and nose. Instantly after that he started pumping cum on my tongue. It
was warm and globby and puddled up on my tongue. When he finished he wiped
his cock in my hair and held my head up with his cock under my chin and a
hand on my head.

"Smile honey," he said. I did the best I could. And just as suddenly he
snapped a picture. "Don't swallow sweetie till I tell you to," he
admonished. I must have knelt that way for 10 or 15 minutes with his cum on
my tongue, my bare knees on the floor and my teddy showing off with my robe
wide open. Finally he tapped my throat and said for me to enjoy my
breakfast. I swallowed his cum into my belly.

He got up and went to the door and wrote on the picture and hung it on the
wall. He put the camera down on the table and told me that anyone could use
it and they would develop the photos when the roll was done and match them
to the photos to see which looked better. And then he was off with his
laundry.

Well, several months have gone by since the bikers came to
town. I am sitting here wearing a pink chiffon baby doll outfit
waiting. Now, I have real breasts, 38C, compliments of the biker who was a
drop out med student and a locked room that contained all sorts of
medicines. I never knew that there was a pharmacy in this town. My nipples
firm just like a girl's and I get excited when the guys play with them.

The estrogen has even made my ass rounder. And, since cum
protein is one of the major ingredients in my daily diet, I have dropped
another 10lbs to 128 lbs. Oh, yes; the guys had me die my hair blonde. They
seem to prefer blondes.

But before I discuss more of the present, let me tell you about
some of the wilder times during the past months. For most the first weeks,
the guys would come with different pictures from the alt.sex sites. Usually
they would just want me to give them a blowjob and swallow there cum or
fuck me in my ass. A couple of the big burly guys would pee on me. All of
that was pretty tame compared to things that happened after the first
month. They must have gotten a little bored and I had begun to suck so well
and grind so long that it was rare for me to get a spanking anymore. It
didn't take more than a couple of hot seats for me to behave. I mean, try
being spanked for so long and so hard that your tears are only the
beginning of your misery. There was once I couldn't sit down for nearly two
days without my ass burning.

Well, the first of the more humiliating situations arose during
a blizzard. Jim had decided that some days all the guys could come over and
hang around till it was their turn or stay after their turn if they
wanted. Well, this was one of those days when all sixteen guys were horny
and wanted to take their loads. One of the guys had a picture of a girl
whose asshole was wide open and he was cumming into it. Well, before long
they had some bet about who could shoot the most of his load into my ass
and another being who would finally full it before it would spill over?

Jim decided to sanction this change of plan by declaring
everyone was using the same photo. But, they wanted a strict scientific
situation and thus I found myself taped and tied with ass up in the air and
my legs over my head. I couldn't move. They used something bigger than my
butt plug to widen my hole. I didn't see what it was but it kept me open, I
know that since I could feel the air. I knew my asshole wide open. It felt
like two inches or more. Over the course of next few hours I felt semen
pooling in my ass and streaks all over my ass and ass crack.

One of the guys said, "lauren you should see how much cum your
ass can hold. It's way over a pint," he laughed. And at this point several
decided I should keep it in me and see if I could absorb it during the
day. So, they plugged my ass by pushing my dildo slowly up and pushing the
cum deeper and waited for my sphincter to close around it. After it did,
the let me up but said, "today we're going to stay around here. There's a
blizzard and no one feels like shoveling so first lauren lick all our cocks
clean.

So, the whole day was out of character. At one point I had to
stand in front of them and discuss how cum felt in my ass. Why I liked it?
Etc.

As the day progressed they got even wilder. Finally, they
decided they would have a new game. Since my ass was full they tied me on
my knees with my hands behind my back. I was tied so I couldn't fall over
or back and two pieces of rubber were used between my upper and lower teeth
to keep my mouth open. Their game was to see how much cum could be shot
into my mouth from a distance of one to two inches.

Everyone thought this was a great idea (except me). They put on
a porno flick and sat in front of me playing with their dicks. Sixteen guys
and I think nearly 23 shots of cum later (some came more than once) my
mouth was a puddle of cum and my face was laced with sticky cum.

But, they were having such a good time; they left me like that
for a long time. It was very hard for me to swallow. I could only let a
little cum slide down my throat into my tummy. It must have taken me close
to 23 gulps to fill my tummy and empty my mouth. They left me long enough
for the cum to cake on my face. I felt humiliated for days, but the bikers
never talked about it.

A few weeks later another wild incident occurred. I had been
forbidden from acting like a guy at all and that meant I had to sit and do
my toilet. One day when a group of five bikers were over I asked if I could
go "pee" and was given permission. (When anyone was over I always had to
ask permission to do anything. The first time I didn't that was reported
and later that night I got 50 spanks on my bare bottom. I cried for a long
time and didn't sit for a much longer time. It was very rare that I would
forget the rules after that. Oh, and the rules included whatever the guys
said goes. Once I had to write 200 times, "girls are for guys to use and
cum in. I am a girl. My name is Lauren."

Another time I had to say those words to every biker.

Anyhow, I went to the bathroom to pee and sat down. The next
thing I knew one of the fattest bikers came in and said he had to " take a
leak." (I am only allowed to say 'pee'). He unzipped his fly as I sat there
and started to pee on my cockette. It was dark yellow and I could smell
it. Before I knew it he peed in my face. It was so disgusting with his
belly hanging out and his hairy tummy right in front of my eyes and his
cock peeing all over me as he laughed.

He told me to take all my clothes off except my panties. (I was
already growing breasts at this time and it was obvious with my bra off
even though they were small, my nipples had enlarged and my aureoles had
puffed as well. He left and shortly after I had cleaned up, I walked out in
just my panties.

"Nice tits," one biker commented. I demurely smiled since not
to do so would be punishable. They had all these parts on the table and
also some clothes sitting there. There was a funnel and some pvc pipe and
hose. Also tapes, couplings and many other things were out. The funnel was
attached to some ¾ inch pvc pipe (as you know I knew about HVAC etc.)
Well let me explain what it all became and then you'll understand. Within
about 30 minutes I was standing there with a funnel that held my chin with
a cutout rubber seal and therefore head up straight. My face was somewhat
in the funnel and chin was a couple of inches from the bottom. The pipe
was in connected to a saddle of some sort that wrapped around to my back
and held it tight to me. It continued down and then curved into a
connection that fit into some homemade butt plug, which had a flow
valve. (A flow valve would only let it into me and not back out. It's a
flap that moves with the flow and then if an opposite flow tries to move it
seals itself and doesn't let that happen.)





They had cut a hole in my panties so it fit through and also into a black
slinky dress, which I was now wearing, with stockings and high heels. Oh, I
also had red lips and nails. So there I was in this contraption. It didn't
take me long to realize what kind of day I was going to have. They showed
me a picture from alt.sex.urine of 5 guys peeing in a funnel in a girl's
ass. They explained that they had come up with a better idea.

So, my job was to get them beers and when one of them had to
pee he'd call me over and I would kneel, unzip him, pull out his cock and
point it in the funnel. There was an air release valve in the pipe so the
pee pushed the air out and then when I felt it spray me I was to reach
under my dress and turn a knob that would stop the hole and open it into my
hole.

During that day I felt so much pee shoot up my hole. They even
had a plunger so they could push a little down the funnel bottom and shove
an extra pint or so right in me. They most humiliating part of this was
they were the fatter slob bikers with big beer belly's full of 'piss.' I
had to unzip them and see their hairy balls and belly and when they were
finished thank them. Some of them wanted me to open my mouth and let it
fill with pee before it went down the funnel. As the day progressed I felt
my ass fill and my tummy push out pregnant with their piss. Only one of
them wanted to cum that day and he did it right in my face. They loved
feeling my 'tittys' and slapping my ass.

But finally the time rolled by where I am now. Fully developed
breasts and always extremely feminine and submissive I've become a part of
their group. Today they asked me if I would like to be their biker
chick. They are going to leave in a week. If I want to travel with them it
would be okay Jim said. He even said that at some point they would get me a
pussy. There would be other girls along the way. Some who would side up
with one of the guys but I would remain available to all.

I think I'm going to go with them. What do you think?


The End

Nice submissive story and I like the whole photoes thing (must do stuff)

nice one :)

very good.