I was 18 years old. My hair was a dusty brown, which I kept shoulder length, and in a ponytail to look cool and rebellious. I didn't pay much attention to the fact that I was 5'6" and weighed only 134lbs. Instead I thought I was aloof. I was a renegade. I liked to hang out with drug dealers and never in the normal flow of school society.

So, when some of the football guys invited me to spend a weekend of hunting and playing cards at the cabin of Jack Crowley, the star running back, I was surprised. But, I figured not to accept could cause more trouble then going, so I accepted the invite.

We left early Friday afternoon. There was Bill, Jimmy, Jack, John, Paul, Bob and myself all packed in Jack's family Suburban and loaded with all sorts of gear. I don't own a gun but Bill had said he would lend me one of his. After a couple of hours of driving, much of the time spent on an old dirt road, we arrived at the cabin. It was late afternoon and the setting was spectacular. The cabin sat on top of a peak and looked down on a lake about a mile away and the vast surrounding woods. It was truly beautiful. It had rained just a little earlier and the road was muddy and the trees glistened from the water coating their leaves. You could hear the sound of animals. I knew there were bears and cougars up here. It sent a chill up my spine. I wasn't really a hunter but I decided I'd better be cool even though I thought of myself as more of a gatherer.

Anyhow, I liked the smell of the cool mid-spring air and felt honored that I had been given a chance to hang out with the `cool guys'. Maybe my life would change. I picked up a few items from the car leaving the large coolers. Walking inside the cabin, I put the bags down and looked around. It was a pleasant cabin. But, it was small. Jack pointed outside to the outhouse and then to the lake saying there was the bath and shower. The guys laughed saying, "well so much for bathing this week-end." There was a big fireplace and Jack had gotten a fire going already. "Well, it will be warm in here. We have lots of firewood and Dad designed this place so it heats the rooms also."

I looked around where the bags were and noticed mine was missing. I knew it wasn't in the van since I had taken out everything but the chests.

"Paul," I shouted, "I thought you said you were going to put the bags in the van. What happened to my bag?"

He turned and apologized. "Must have left it inside the hallway at my house." I had gone over to his house to wait to be picked up. Now I realized he had stupidly forgotten my bag.

"But we'll figure something out," he continued.

There were three bedrooms in the cabin. Jack and Bill took the master bedroom and the rest (excluding me) took the four bunks in the other bedroom. It happened quickly as if it was a ritual. Each knew his place. That left me with the small bedroom with just a single bed. As I could tell, it was Jack's 18-year-old sister Janet's room. There was a makeup table. A closet full of skirts, dresses etc. and a dresser which I opened and saw full of personal items, bras, panties, stockings, etc.

When I came back out, John asked me to help him bring in the beer and food. I was bummed about my bag and was wondering what I could do about it.

As we went to the car I asked, "John is there a phone here or something?" He said there wasn't and that there wasn't even electricity. Sometimes, he said, "we have been trapped up here for a week if there is a real bad rain storm."

We pulled the large ice chest out of the Suburban. I noticed how much bigger he was and a flash crossed my mind that all these guys were over 200lbs and 6 feet tall. I grabbed hold of the handle and we began to walk back to the house. The chest was very heavy and I tried to get a better grip as it started to slip out of my hands. It was then that I slipped and fell in the sloppy wet mud pile. As I tried to get up I slipped again and slid about 20 feet tearing my clothes and sopping me to the bone.

"Hey, can you manage yourself," John called down to me. "We don't like getting our clothes wet here since there's no way to wash and dry them.

I got up and walked back up to the house. Jack came out and looked at me saying, "don't come inside like that. You'd better strip first and leave them out here. I'll get you a towel."

As I stripped off my clothes, I noticed that even my briefs were sopped so I took off everything and wrapped the towel around me. "What the hell am I going to wear?" I asked as I entered the cabin feeling the early evening chill.

Jack said that they only had one outfit each since it was only for the weekend and their hunting outfits. Also he pointed out they would all be too big and no one wanted to give up their weekend of hunting. He suggested I look in Janet's room for something.

"But aren't there clothes in your parent's room or the other room?" I asked.

"Nope, just Janet leaves stuff here. As a matter of fact, I think she's your size."

"But she's just got lot's of girly stuff in there. Skirts, dresses, no pants. No hunting outfit, I stammered."

Jack sneered at me saying, "you've been checking her things out?"

Embarrassed I turned and walk into her room having wanted to ask one more time for a T-shirt or something. Sitting on the bed naked, I thought about my plight as I heard the guys in the living room talking about the weekend. I walked around looking again the closet and dresser. Everything was real girly. I found a pair of short shorts cut way up the thigh. At least it wasn't the skirt or dresses I thought. All the panties were satin bikinis. I picked out a white pair and was surprised that they fit. So did the shorts. There were low heels, high heels and a pair of pink puffy slippers. I wondered what does she do here as I put on the slippers and looked for a top. The only top that would go with the shorts was a purple puffy sleeve item. It fit but it sagged in the front looking for more to fill it out.

"Hey David come on out we're going to play cards," Paul called.

"I look like a jerk," I replied.

"It's just the guys. Come on," he urged.

Embarrassed but without much choice I came out of my room. Although it was cold outside by this time, the house was very warm with the fire blazing. Even my room was warm. But I wondered what would I wear outside the next day. Just as I stepped into the hall trying to smile and make light of my situation, I saw the flash of a camera and realized after the third flash that I was the focus of the picture.

"Hey guys," I protested putting my hands up.

"Davy come on in," Jack said as he sat there with the other five guys at the table. There wasn't even room for me, the seventh. "Gosh Davy you look real cute," he continued. "How about a pirouette?" he coaxed. "You can't even see her clit," Jimmy whispered.

"Please guys, stop teasing," I stammered.

Bill and John suddenly grabbed me and held me tight. They were so strong it was easy. They towered over me holding me as Jack began to tell me why I was invited in the first place.

"Well, Davy. Or should I say Miss. No, Missy. Yes that will be your name, Missy. We like coming up here for a weekend of fun but we always miss sex and none of the girls will come up here with us. Except you of course. So, you will be our cabin girl. First we have a picture of you that you wouldn't want getting out. Also you can't get out of here without dying and finally you will do it because of what will happen if you don't.

With that, Bob stepped behind me and pulled my shorts down and started spanking my panty clad ass. Over and over until I was crying.

"Now Missy, Jack said, if you are willing to continue as our girl I suggest you say YES SIR in the most girly voice you have or Paul will continue your spanking.

Sobbing and humiliated, my ass red burning I caved and mumbled, "Yes Sir."

Jack told Bill and John to be gentler as he continued talking to me. "Now I want you to go back to your room and dress in something a lot more pretty. Put on makeup. Shave all the hair below your head and fix your hair. You will find out how in the book in the left draw of the vanity. Oh, don't forget the perfume, be ready in one hour and come out smiling and acting exactly like a little cabin slut. Anytime you don't we will stop and you will get the next major spanking until you do. Now say "yes sir."

I hesitated and Paul started to spank me. I started crying more and had a little accident. The front of my panties turned a little yellow and now completely humiliated I shuttered, "Yes Sir."

Jack laughed a bit and said, "I guess you need a different name. Instead of Missy I guess you'll have to be called little Miss Pissy. Now go on and get ready and hurry up."

I turned to go back to my room when Jack suddenly said, "Pissy" and I found myself turning and embarrassed even more as I did my eyes down looking at the floor. "Don't forget to walk like a girl swaying your ass." They all laughed as my ass swayed as I walked back into the room. I closed the door and sat down.

"ONE HOUR,"

I heard a voice from outside command.

I stood silently in my room trying to think what I could do. I could not come up with a plan. No way out. No safety net. The reason I was invited now burning a terrible image in my mind.

Suddenly the door to my room opened and Jimmy came in as I stood near the bed, unable to sit down my ass hurting so much from the spanking, He picked some clothes out and said, "Wear these sweety. And use this. And hurry up and get ready, you only have 45 minutes left or else there will be more trouble." It was a kit with a feminine battery operated shaver and some sort of razor that seemed to fit in your whole hand. He had picked out a little flimsy pink skirt and white satin top. There were stockings and fresh panties. And also a bra with some sort of gelatin breasts, glue and a small piece of paper with instructions.

Crying as I started to shave myself and put on the lotion which made my legs smooth I could hear the guys outside. One said, "girls are so moody aren't they?" And then everyone laughed. I tried to open the shutters in my room but they were locked shut. Reading the instructions I glued the breasts on and could feel them move as I did. They felt real and I hooked the bra on. Panties, stockings, skirt, top etc. Another voice,

Fifteen Minutes

A little powder, lipstick, stick-on nails, brushing my hair out. Perfume. The lowest heels I could find and finally Jimmy came in again without asking.

"Oh, Pissy, turn to me when you hear your name," he said. I turned to look at him. "You look so pretty. But here put this in your hair." He handed me a big pink bow and helped me put it in my hair to hold it together. "And these," handing me a pair of earrings. He whispered in my ear, "from this time on you'd better try very hard or else the rest of the guys will really hurt you. Do not stray from your femininity. Do you understand?"

I nodded yes. He slapped me on my ass and I simpered a feminine, "Yes Sir."

"OK Pissy, let's go. Time's up," he said as he took my hand and warned me once again to walk and act like a happy girl about to be used by a bunch of football players. His last word as the door opened was to "Smile." I did.

We walked out, hand in hand, and suddenly another flash as a picture was taken of me holding his hand, swaying and smiling.

They were all in the living room sitting around the table. Jack held the camera as the photo developed and then showed it to me as a reminder of my predicament. There was no denying it. The picture said it all and they had it.

"So you see Pissy, you don't have a choice anymore. These pictures would ruin your life. Come here now and show me how you can curtsy," Jack said with a snide smile.

I walked over, my skirt swaying, stopped and mortified I did the best curtsy I could. "Good girl," Jack commented. I was barely two feet from him. He continued, "so from now on learn to do that and to say thank you. Come closer." I trembled but neared him. Standing just inches from him. He looked up at me. My shaved stocking legs and the hem of my skirt not far from him. I could feel the tension in me and could feel my cock firm a bit. My face showed my shame as he put his hand on the inside of my thigh, just under my skirt.

"Now Pissy you know how to act from now on. Just imagine what you'd expect from a girl if you were one of us and do what you know we want." His warm hand moved on my thigh. My cock firmed more. I nearly cried as he continued.

Pointing to the pocketbook on the table he said. "This is yours. Inside are several things you will need. There are tampons filled with a lubricating jelly, which you will push up your pussy before getting fucked. There is also a butt plug to keep everything inside until given permission to douche. Also lipstick and, oh well it's your pocketbook. You'll find what you need."

His fingers moved higher and he started to lightly caress the underside of my cock. It grew and hardened. I squeaked an embarrassed sigh, which he answered with, " Oh, it's ok, I know your pussy is hot and your clit is firming." I trembled and felt my breasts move and bounce. Jack took my hand and pulled it down under my skirt saying, "You can rub your clit baby." And he made my hand, palm open, rub my now hard cock. "Just remember, it's your clit. Ok, Pissy?" he coaxed.

I heard myself say "yes Sir," as I stood there in my outfit looking the part.

"Rub it and smile for another picture Pissy," he said picking up the camera. I smiled and rubbed myself under my skirt as he photographed me with another camera. One of those new ones that let you take three types of pictures. I know he had the whole shot.

"Now go and introduce yourself to each of the guys individually while you continue to rub your clit."

I walked over to Jimmy who was on Jack's left. Standing there, rubbing myself, I said, "Hi Jimmy, my name is Pissy." Jimmy put his hand under my skirt on my ass and rubbed it as he said, "Nice to meet you Pissy. Do you like to suck cock?" Another camera flash as the picture caught me rubbing myself, Jimmy's hand under my skirt on my ass. I answered, "Yes Sir." He spanked me hard and then asked, "Yes Sir, what?"

"Yes Sir, I like to suck cock," I replied and noticed Paul was taping my reply.

Next was Bill. He pulled me down onto his lap. Sitting there he was feeling my "titties" as I said, "Hi Bill, my name is Pissy." I could feel his semi-hard cock through my skirt and panties. It rubbed the crack in my ass as I moved around a bit. My ass was so sore and sensitive I couldn't help it. Bill said, "I can see you like the feel of my cock. I bet you can't wait to get it inside you." The tape rolled and another picture was taken as I answered, "yes your cock will feel good in me."

Then Paul stood up and said, "I always give my seat to a lady." I femininely sat down and said my mantra. "Hi Paul, my name is Pissy." He came close to me and I looked up at him. "Honey don't look at me, keep your eyes on my cock," he snickered.

With his cock almost in my face, I could see the bulge in his pants and smell his manliness. "I hope you like to wash a guy's cock with your tongue Pissy," he stated. "Breathe in deeply sweety, when you clean it later it will smell nice and clean." He held my head until I inhaled a deep nostril full of his unwashed odor.

John made me stand there near him as his finger rubbed my ass and he had me start playing with my clit again. But now he demanded I sigh like a girl as I rubbed my "little clitty"; as he called it.

"Ohhhh," I sighed rubbing my clit with my palm. John feeling me. The tape and pictures continued.

Then he stopped and laughed. "Good girl Pissy," he remarked pushing me over towards Bob. My cock/clit seemed small as Bob took my other hand and held it too his crotch saying. "Go ahead girl, you can cum in your panties. But I know you need to feel a man to get you real wild. His other hand held my hand against my clit and moved up and down rubbing my hardness as he coaxed me on. He whispered in my ear, "if you don't cum I'll spank your ass till your purple."

I rubbed myself as I held his cock feeling how much bigger it was then mine. He whispered again, "when you cum, sound and act like the girl you are."

Suddenly I felt the first drops of pre cum oozing out as I sobbed girlishly. Shortly thereafter I filled my panties with my wetness. Bob said "good girl." And the others said soft words of encouragement. Then Jack made me hold my skirt up as he took one more picture and reminded me that the set of pictures would be forever damning. I knew that. I knew that I would be their girl. I would be their cum slut. I would be Pissy.

The cum puddled in the cotton crotch of my panties sticking to me as Jack finally said, "Ok guys, let's play some poker. Pissy you can bring us some beer and munchies while we play." As I walked to the counter I could feel the sticky wetness rubbing against me. I passed a mirror and could see myself. Jack saw me look and said I should be sure to use mascara, eyelashes etc. next time I fixed myself up. He handed me my pocketbook and said to look through it and put on some fresh lipstick. Humiliated I stood in the kitchen area and applied lipstick. Even though they didn't seem to be looking, but instead playing cards, I could feel their eyes.

I started to get everything together. First some chips and dip from
one of the food bags. Then when I started to do a knee bend to get the beer
from the cooler (a last vestige of modesty) John called out to me to be
sure to, "bend from the waist like the slut you are. And use a tampon."
Bending over, I felt my skirt ride up and knew my panties and ass
was showing especially as Paul said something to Jimmy. All I heard was
something about what a "fuckable ass Pissy has."
Shortly after I inserted the tampon and pushed the Vaseline up in
my ass and the string hanging down. I could feel the bulge and slickness in
me as I continued to get things together.
Just as I started to bring the beers to the table there was a
tremendous flash of lightning and shortly after a clap of thunder roared
nearly making me fall.
"Sounds like rain's coming," Jack said as they played cards.
When I started to bend over the table to pass the beers out, Bill's
hand grabbed my ass and started to rub my cheek. He then suggested that
they play the next hand to see who would "pop my cherry."
As the cards were dealt, Bill made me stay there with his hand on
my ass saying, "I'm sure you'll want me to win since my balls are aching
full of jizz."
When he looked at his cards he said for me to take a look. I bent
down to see his cards. He had two pair; Aces and Jacks.
"Wish me luck Pissy," he said tossing in one card and then he
unzipped his pants and let his semi hard cock head poke out saying to me,
"kiss it for good luck." He squeezed my ass hard so I would know to do it
without question.
And, as I bent lower to his penis, kissing it, Bob and Jack said,
"not so fast Bill." Then they all laughed.
As the final cards were dealt I thought how Bill's cock head was
twice as thick as mine. He stuck his card in between my panty and ass held
by the elastic band saying, "I won't even look. Pissy will bring me good
luck." And then he smiled.
Rubbing my smooth exposed thigh above my stockings he waited as
each one called out their hand.
Jack said he had two pair. Jimmy and John folded. Paul had three
sevens. Bob happily said, "I think Pissy is going to get her cherry popped
by Me." And then he put down a full house Three Queens and two fives.
"There," he said, "give her up Bill."
Bill put down his two Aces and two Jacks and said to me, " come on
Pissy, pull an Ace from your hole."
Just as I reached behind me to my panties for the card, my fingers
trembling, it started to rain. I felt it was like my tears. John warned me
not to pout and to show how happy I was and slapped my ass to remind me. I
grasped the card in my long red nailed fingers and brought it out. Bill's
cock was sticking out about two inches as I placed the card on the table
and heard someone say,
"She did have an Ace in the hole."
Bill laughed and started playing with the crack in my ass. Bob
moaned about his bad luck and as Bill grabbed my hand and told me to pull
down my panties, someone said, "so we'll deal you out for awhile Bill?"
"No way," Bill stated. "Pissy is going to fuck the cum out of me as
I play. Pissy I want you to sit on my cock and ride it till it comes. Face
out as you fuck me so the other guys can see your happy face." With that he
undid his trousers and pulled them down and let his massive cock stick up.
I pulled my sticky panties down feeling my drying cum pull as they moved to
my knees.
"That's far enough," Bill said. Then he gently pulled on the string
of the tampon laughing a bit as it slid out of me. He slipped a finger in
my ass as he moved me over in between his legs saying, "gosh Pissy's so hot
her pussy is dripping. Here hon," he said as he took my arm and help guide
me down to his cock.
I could hear the rain on the roof as I felt his cock push against
my hole, Bill coaxing me to ease down and it would feel, "sooooo GOOD!" In
his cock went filling my hole; thick and hot sliding up my Vaselined
wetness.
Bill told me to start fucking him and then said to the other guys,
"DEAL."
I started to fuck him. Riding up and down on his pole. He told me I
should play with myself as I fucked him. My panties down at my knees the
card game continuing as I bobbed up and down on this monster thickness in
me.
Looking out at the other guys as I did it, I was ashamed. They
played cards, drank beer and laughed as I fucked Bill. Bill would touch my
legs and feel me up from time to time. Also he would whisper how much cum
he had to fill me.
Suddenly I felt his cock tighten even more in me. He put down his
cards. His breathing became more rapid and he bucked against my movement.
Then, as he sighed and whispered again in my ear that his cum was
going to shoot in and fill me. As he talked, I felt his hot cum start to
wiggle up into me, flooding me. Someone said how my cheeks had flushed like
every girl when she was filled with happiness.
Bill sighed, "AHHHHA," and shot more cum as he twitched. Then he
held my shoulders for me to stop and just sit there. I did, feeling his wet
cum flooding inside me.
Reaching in my pocketbook he took out another tampon and handed it
too me.
"Okay, Pissy, now lift up and slide that tampon in and then clean
your man's cock," Bill said.
I started to lift myself up with his help and then pushed the
tampon in and pulled the applicator out leaving the string and Bill's cum
up inside me. Then I pulled my sticky panties back up against me.
Bill turned to me and pointed to his glistening cock head. I licked
him clean and another photo was taken. Over the next hour or so I sucked
cock, licked balls, swallowed cum and had cum shot up my ass until I felt
like and smelt like a cum repository.

The rain continued getting heavier and while I sucking Jimmy he
said, "Hey Pissy, even snort cum?"
I nodded no, to which he said that just when he was going to cum he
would tap my head. I was to take his, "cock and put the head in one
nostril." After the first shot, I was to stick it in the other while
sucking it up through my nose slowly.
His cock hardened noticeably as he talked and he said he would tap
my head real soon.
TAP! TAP! My head felt it and then I took his hard cock and put it
against my nose just as it shot a large and forceful gob of cum up my
nostril. I moved it to the other and it shot again. I began to inhale it
and forgot what to do with his cock as it started to spurt on my face and
his cum slimed up my nostril and down into my throat.
When I got up off the floor, Jimmy said I might be getting a cold
since my nose was running. Everyone laughed again. Jack said to clear the
table of the empty bottles. Quite a stack had assembled while I had been
servicing them. Most of them had six or more empty bottles in front of
them. I had lost all the semblance of my manhood during that period. Cum
soaked I cleared the table, wiggling my ass as I walked back to the
kitchen. I had cum twice myself. The first time when I was told to standing
there with Bob. And, once again when Bob made me cum again while he shot a
load in my ass.
While I was in the kitchen, I heard Jack say he was going to go and
take "a leak." He got up and went to the door. Opening it, I could hear the
rain streaming down outside. It was falling in torrents.
"Ah shit," Jack muttered, "I'm not going out there." And then he
turned to me saying, "Pissy don't we have something in the kitchen I can
use as a piss pot?"
Looking around, the only thing I could find was small clear plastic
Tupperware tub. It was about 14 inches in diameter and about 6 inches
deep. As I brought it to him he said, "Now I guess we may have named you
better then we expected. Why don't you just kneel down and hold the tub so
you can watch."
I answered a whimpering," No."
Bob grabbed my arm and pulled me over his knees and pulled my skirt
up and spanked me until I was crying and saying "yes."
Jack unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out and told me to look
at it as he pissed.
Holding the plastic tub I saw his cock slit open and the hot
steaming yellow pee started to splatter in it. The smell and some spray
filling my sticky nostrils and cheeks. Another picture was taken of me.
When Jack was finished he pulled me by my hair and told me to "lick his
cock clean."
Holding his sloshing pee in the tub I licked his pee hole and the
last drop on my tongue.
After when I got up I asked what I was to do with the pee in the
tub. Jack said, "don't worry your girly brain over that. It's raining out
and we'll all be using it. Just bring it when we tell you and don't spill
any. Put it on the counter and when you're not busy, lean you head down
near it and look at it and smell it."
The rest of the guys laughed and agreed what a good idea.
I went back to the counter and put the tub down.
Jack called out, "this is a good time for you to use that little
girly mind and concentrate on the tub. Let me see you do that right away."
I bent over and put my head down, but he coaxed to put my head even
further until it was almost in the tub. Then they took another picture. I
knew the shot only showed the tub and me. It would look like I was doing it
of my own free will.
After about 10 minutes of my arms, elbows on the counter, holding
my head near the pee, someone came up from behind me and slapped my ass
once. I nearly fell into the tub but fortunately didn't. Then when he began
to talk, I knew it was Paul.
He said he wondered, "what I was thinking about?"
I was going to say something, but then he told me it had better be
something sweet and girly. Pleasant was important to him.
So, I told him how much I liked the color and lied about how nice
it smelled. Then I felt him pull my skirt up and my panties down. Pulling
my tampon out.
"Pissy, I bet you can't wait to feel another cock in you. And I
think I've got a real load you can have. Does that make you happy?"
When I said, "yes," he took his cock and rubbed it up and down my
crack as my face remained near the tub. And so I didn't go face into the
tub of pee, I had to make sure I opened my hole as best I could for his
cock and then move back and forth to offer no sudden slam.
Finally as he was holding my waist, he started to cream wads of hot
cum up inside my already slick hole. Moaning as he finished.
Then he leaned down to my ear and whispered as his cock began to
shrink inside me, "as you look at that I want you to think how nice it is
that I gave you mine inside you."
Suddenly, I could feel his pee start to flood inside me as he
leaned a bit and sighed. A couple of times he shuddered but he just
continued to pee. The warmth filled inside me.
Then when he was finishing he leaned over again and said, "here
take this tampon and push it up as I pull out so you can have the thrill of
my pee inside you for awhile."
I held the tampon near my ass as he pulled out and then shoved it
up. Not a drop fell out and then I could feel the tampon expand and fill my
ass, holding all his pee and cum.
He slapped my ass and the pee sloshed in me as he said, "now come
clean me up."
Pulling my panties back up I could feel them a bit tighter on me. I
knelt down and licked his acrid cock clean.
Later, John made me take the tub under the table, unzip him and
hold his cock and tub and carefully aim his pee. He didn't want to be
disturbed at cards. It was difficult, but I managed somehow. When he was
finished he grabbed some of my hair and wiped with that.

Slowly the tub began to fill and I realized I had to go also. I was
rubbing my legs together when suddenly I heard Bill ask me if I had to
"tinkle."
I shyly nodded yes and he instructed me to put the bowl down on the
small chair against the wall. He proceeded to tell everyone else that
"Pissy has to pee, but she can't do it standing up without making a mess."
"Pull down your panties Pissy and squat over the bowl," he
instructed.
I pulled my panties down my soft cock hung like a large clit
between my smooth thighs. Some cum was stuck on my clit.
I heard Paul say, " her clit hasn't absorbed all our cum yet." And
then they laughed.
"Ok now Pissy, sit down and pee like a good girl," Bill continued
as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me down to the bowl of dark
male urine.
There I was holding my skirt as I slowly slid lower till I was just
over the pot.
"No, Pissy a little lower or you may spray all over," Bill said.
I felt my cock touch the pee in the bowel and then my balls sitting
in the pool of urine.
"Ok, now you can pee," Bill snickered.
Embarrassed but having to go, I started to pee in the pot. My balls
wet with their pee.
Bill stroked my hair as he said "good girl" and asked if I was
finished.
I nodded yes and he had me get up and pull my panties up. So now I
was wet in the front and my ass was full in the back. They continued laying
cards, drinking and using me till finally I was told I could go to
bed. But, I was warned to dress in a nightgown and start the next day
dressed and ready to be their cabin slut.
I went into my room, cum still clogging my nose and my ass filled
with pee and cum. I lay down on the bed and cried myself to sleep. I didn't
even take the tampon out.
Later that night, I woke up. I remembered I was supposed to put a
nightgown on. Since I wanted to go to the outhouse and let everything out
and I didn't want another spanking, I looked in the drawers. The only
nightgown I could find was this little short pink thing with some pink
fluffy hem. The slippers I had worn earlier matched and I put them on. I
could feel Paul's pee and cum move in my bowels as I changed.
My hair was matted to my face and my nostrils crusted with Jimmy's
cum. It was so disgusting I couldn't wait till morning. I was going to go
outside to the outhouse and empty myself and walk to the Lake and clean
up. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in Janet's room, I could
see how feminine I looked.
There was an envelope scotch taped to the mirror. It said "TO
PISSY." I pulled it off and opened it.
"Now Pissy, you did alright for you first night as our hunting
slut. We come up here often during the Season, which by the way started
this weekend. You'll be coming every weekend we do. If at anytime we don't
think you are up to standards we will send some of the pictures of you to
various people at school. So, have your toenails painted, your earrings on;
be perfumed and happy to serve. Remember, you will clean and cook and do
everything femininely. Make sure you clean whenever there is a mess. You
will be spanked for mistakes. Think like a pussy. Act like a pussy."
Standing there is the little nightgown and matching slippers, cum
filled and cum coated, I looked and felt like the pussy the note said. Here
I was Miss Pissy the football jocks party girl. I walked out of the room,
my ass swaying with the all of last night's loads.
The guys must have gone to their rooms to sleep. There was no one
in the living room. Just a small fire still burning which lit the room. And
a huge mess strewn about from the evening was evident.
I started to go to the door but then I worried about the note,
"Make sure you clean whenever there is a mess. You will be spanked for
mistakes."
So I started to clean up. It was almost 5:30am but it was still
dark outside. We hadn't turned the clocks back yet. I thought I heard a
noise and I noticed that I had acted more feminine when I did. I definitely
had gotten the gist of the note.
Picking up empty beer cans and some dirty socks. Tidying up. My ass
sloshing full, but I was panicked about not finishing before they got up. I
didn't want another spanking. There was one of the pictures they had taken
when I had cum in my panties at the beginning of the night sitting on the
table. I shuddered when I looked at it. It was so damning. If anyone ever
saw it, I'd be an outcast.
Finally, I finished tidying up, and it was nearly 6:15. I went to
the door to go outside and opened it. It was so muddy and sloshy
outside. There was no way I could make it to the outhouse with my slippers
on and I began to worry about if I fell and ruined Janet's nightgown, Jack
would kill me. What could I do? I walked back in the house. The bowl of pee
was still on the counter. I decided I would go naked to the outhouse and
had better empty the bowl while I emptied myself. I took off the nightgown
and slippers and picked up the bowl.
Starting for the door I heard Jimmy's voice. "Hey Pissy, why are
you naked?"
Turning around, holding the bowl, I flushed a bit and answered, "I
was just cleaning up and was going outside to empty the bowl and it was so
muddy I was afraid I might fall."
His cock was hanging out of his sleeping shorts. It was big. He saw
me looking and not waiting for me to finish talking he said, "so Pissy,
you're ready for my cock so early. Well good for you."
He walked closer as I just stood there. He began to rub my ass as
he talked, saying, "looking at that bowl, it reminds me how I have a dick
full of morning piss right now. What do you think I should do with it,
Pissy?"
I didn't answer as his fingers moved down the crack of my ass and
he tugged a bit on the string of the tampon. "I bet you have some more room
in there honey," he snickered. "Put the bowl down. You can look at it as I
relieve myself."
Without any fight I put the bowl down and he bent me over. Then he
pulled the tampon out and put it on my head. His cock started to slide up
my widened hole. He was semi hard. Rubbing my ass he told me it was just "a
piss hard-on." He took my hand in his and brought it palm against my "clit"
and rubbed. Then he began to sigh and I could feel my bowels flooding
deeper. I could feel myself begin to expand but he just kept peeing and
sighing.
"Ok, Jimmy, hurry up. I have to go also," I heard Bill say. Before
I knew it I think everyone had peed up me. I was wondering where it all
went. I could feel the weight and slosh inside me. But I wondered where it
all fit.
When the last one Bob had finished peeing, he put a butt plug in my
ass and slapped me saying, "put your nightgown on and make us
breakfast. We're going hunting. You can empty everything later and don't
lose that plug. And don't forget to be real sexy and pretty when we
return."
As I fixed breakfast, the butt plug and the gallon of pee sloshing
around made my ass sway. It probably felt more exaggerated then it actually
was. But, several of the guys complimented the new feminine sway I had and
said they expected it when they got back.
It was Jack who said it was probably all that "piss and the plug
holding it in." And then he looked at me laughing, "we can always fill you
when we want so you will continue your feminine sway."
As they left to go hunting, each either felt my ass, slapped it
and/or reminded me to be ready when they returned.
Again I took the nightgown off and went outside to the outhouse. I
emptied the bowel and sat over the wood hole for at least an hour. I also
found a rain barrel, which was full from the rain. So, I got some soap and
cleaned myself up.
When I went back in the house, I saw the note that I read earlier,
on the table. The part that said, "If at anytime we don't think you are up
to standards we will send some of the pictures of you to various people at
school. So, have your toenails painted, your earrings on; be perfumed and
happy to serve," glared out at me.
I went in and got dressed in a pretty little polka dot dress which
hung in a silky slinky sexy drape, the material crossing over my chest,
puffing out from the bra I was wearing and the skirt part flowing wide and
short. If I turned to quickly, my panties would show. The pink panties I
was wearing had little red hearts all over and a red bow in the center of
the elastic. I had put my hair back with a bow and had put on lipstick and
perfume; large gold band earrings hung from my ears. I had even put on
mascara and makeup. My toenails painted red and a pair of frilly see
through white socks over them.
Sitting there I felt feminine. I knew the guys would want me that
way when they came back later.