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ck, oo boy, this is weird… The drug increased its grip and squeezed him like the corset he was wearing. Jen said, You’re a woman tonight, remember? And you’re a lesbian. Donna shook his head and said, No, yes, that’s right, I’m a woman, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God…oh God…I’m a…Where am…? His voice got shrill as he seemed to approach orgasm. And he was. Then he trailed off again and he was gone. Still there, but gone, awaiting instructions. Follow me Donna, Tess said, grinning, And when I give you instructions, please answer Yes ma’am . Yes ma’am. His eyes were glazed and roaming, and his mouth hung slightly open. If not for his lipstick, his lips would have been dry as his mouth. He followed the two of them to the back of the bar where a corridor left the main room to the right and ended after about ten feet at a dead end. To their left was a door with two lights over it, one green, one red. The green one was on, but the door was locked. Tess put a key into the lock and turned. Donna looked on in a trance. He knew what w

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as happening, but was looking on as if he was a casual observer from afar. The feeling was puzzling, interesting, and intriguing. Like a twisty country road, he wanted to see what was around the next corner. The door closed behind them with a whooshing, sound-proofed thump. The outside music disappeared as if a switch had been flipped. There were two light switches beside the door. Over one it said green‘, over the other, it said red . Tess flicked the red switch, and, invisible to them all, a red light went on over the door on the outside. To those that were in the know, that meant A scene in progress, do not disturb . And it was truly a scene. Donna passively looked around the room. It was dimly lit with red lighting, and a smell of leather pervaded all. Seven other women stood were scattered about the rather large room, some with glasses of wine. To Donna, they seemed unreal. Their lips seemed to move as they chatted and smiled at each other and at him, but he did not hear anything. This baffled him, and he wondered if he had l

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ost his hearing, until Tess whispered into his ear, These are the women who are going to use you tonight. Make sure you satisfy them all. Is that clear? He wondered what that meant, removed from reality as he was, but he said, Yes, ma’am. Tess paraded him among the women and was allowed to touch them as they touched him. They lifted his skirt, felt his breasts, and kissed his lips. He felt dizzy with desire. Now, I’m going to put this on you so you always remain hard for them. It was Tess or Jen. He was confused now, but it didn’t matter. Yes, yes, of course, he answered, as if that was obvious. She lifted his skirt and he stood there obediently as she fastened a strap-on dildo to him so that his new false penis bobbed provocatively up and down in front of him, and above his own member which was dwarfed by comparison. She dropped the skirt back down and all the girls laughed at the tent in his skirt, for it had two poles, only one of which would be used. His eyes continued to scan the room. It was padded, like a cell in an insane

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asylum, and in comparison to the electronic music he had just left behind, the silence here was soft and blunt, snickers, moans and gasps disappearing in the air like steam on a hot day. Bondage tables were strewn about, and tethering points were everywhere on the floor, ceiling and walls. Chains and leather and rubber paraphernalia hung about, hoods, corsets, blindfolds, gags, dildos. Donna took it all in, emotionless but understanding, in effect just passive and accepting, awaiting instructions. Donna? Tess said. Yes ma’am? Lie down on this table while we tie you down. Yes ma’am. And he lay on his stomach on the nearest table, the soft leather padding cold but forgiving underneath him. On your back please. He flipped over and put his hands out when asked, while leather cuffs were attached, then locked to rings on the table and cinched tight. Several straps were pulled over his arms and legs and torso and consecutively cinched tight as well so that he could not move a muscle. When he was secured, all nine women clustered around h

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im chatting incessantly and excitedly. Periodically some touched him or caressed his penis. To Don, it all felt surreal, like he was watching from afar, but he felt each touch, heard each whisper. His skirt had been pulled up over his corseted belly, and some of the women verbally marveled at his conversion to femininity. One said, Just what I’ve been dreaming of, a woman with a penis. It was Janet, and Tess responded to her dream by saying, Then you can have him first. Do what you like, and whatever is left open, one of us will take. We’ve got lots of time, and lots of wine. And with a flourish Tess said, Ladies, start your engines… It was a dreamlike scene to Donna as he looked about at all the women in various stages of dress or undress, like he had been abducted by aliens and they were discussing what experiments to administer to this strange being before them. Periodically he tried to break his bondage, just to see if he could, but there were so many bonds that, although muscles could be tightened, no movement could be atta

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ined. Janet came at him from behind his head, sitting on his face gently so it was obvious what he had to do. She quickly became aroused and involuntarily thrust her hips forward and backward, sometimes downward and angling so that his nose was pressed against her anal opening. Through it all he was impassive but aroused himself, wanting to do more, but only able to do what she dictated by her own movements. Periodically, he could not breathe as she squashed him with her impassioned weight. When panic arose within him, she somehow knew and pulled up to allow him to regain his breath. Then it began again, and so on, until finally Janet wanted to be filled. She pulled herself off his face and squirmed toward his penis which was aching to have her. Relieved that he could breathe without obstruction, he waited with excitement to enter her, but with confusion, he felt her rise and fall at his groin area, accompanied by gasps and moans. Soon, the sounds of her filled the room as she reached orgasm time and time again. Donna, in his drug

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ged state, was not connecting the dots. He was puzzled as to why he felt nothing but excitement, an unrelenting denial of physical release. Then even as Janet writhed on top of him in ecstasy, another vagina descended upon his mouth and the cycle began again. This new woman brought new sounds of passion to the room, even while the other girls continued to sip wine around him and watch. In the distance he heard statements like, I want to go next or you just had him, let Judith use him for awhile . Time stood still as he laid there, a human receptacle for the women’s lust. After what seemed like an eternity, he realized that he was just an object of their lust, and had to simply perform for them. This was not for him; it was strictly for their fantasies. Water, can I have a glass of water? he heard himself say. His abuse had continued for several hours but had now stopped for a few moments while the women chatted and laughed around his tethered body. His lips were numb and tingling, and his jaw ached from oral exertion. One of the w

omen laughed and poured some white wine down his open mouth. He choked and sputtered but drank as much as he could. This was repeated several times until he had had enough. In a rare moment of quiet in the sexual drama, one of the girls spoke up excitedly, He’s thirsty, so anybody need to pee? How about some golden showers for him? Is that allowed here? Or do we have to go to my place? There was a chorus of both yays and nays about the idea but Tess spoke up with authority, Nobody here is going to pee into my Donna’s mouth, period. He belongs to me and I make the rules. I might do that some time, but not now, not here. Everyone nodded in agreement to that and Tess added, Has everyone had their fill of him now? It was 1:35 AM and everyone said yes, adding tidbits of private information like, I’m too sore or my knees are too wobbly amid gales of laughter. Donna laid there like the sexual apparatus he had become and listened, expressionless but knowing, and distantly processed his state of sexual objectification. Tess smiled at their

responses and said, Good. Now I’m going to mount him and make him cum. And I said no pee in his mouth, but I didn’t say anything about his own cum, did I? By now the drug’s effects had peaked and were beginning to wane,

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