Slave Girl Pt. 03

'What the fuck is happening to me.'

That sentence goes through my head, over and over and over. 'What the fuck is happening to me'. This is an absolutely surreal situation to be in. I'm laying here, on a wooden horse, in women's clothing, after having just sucked my best friend's dick, now being fucked by a machine.

I'm probably dreaming. This is a nightmare, and I'm going to wake up in a little bit. I just have to relax, close my eyes and count to ten. Then I'll wake up in my own bed, happy and safe.

I'll try it. While the dildo from behind penetrates my ass again and again, and the same thing is happening to my mouth, I close my eyes and start counting down. I gag as the dildo in my mouth hits the back of my throat, but I try to ignore it. I continue counting.

Three... two... one. And awake!

And awake!

And awake goddamn it!!

I hear footsteps now. I realise I've been moaning in frustration. In disbelief that this is really happening. Opening my eyes again, I see a shadow behind me. Green Dress said she'd be back in an hour. It feels like an hour has passed already, but I'm well aware that it hasn't been more than a few minutes.

I feel a hand on my back. The fabric of my top feels soft against my skin, as the hand gently strokes my back, finding its way up to my bra.

I let out a pleading whimper. Attempting to speak gets me nowhere with a dildo going in and out of my mouth, so I just whimper. The hand's owner doesn't seem to care.

"You know what my favourite part about this job is?" A man's voice says. The hand - his hand - grabs a fistful of the hair of my wig, forcing my head slightly upwards. This causes the dildo to hit the back of my throat, repeatedly making me gag. "My favourite part is seeing you new girls trying to figure out how to get out of this mess."

He lets go of my wig, gently spreading out the hair across my back, then moving his hand down my back, towards my skirt. He begins groping my ass. I try to wiggle away, but there's nothing I can do. I'm stuck.

"My favourite part is the fucking." Another man's voice says.

"Obviously, Tim. Christ, I'm doing a thing here." The first man says. I can't see him, but I imagine he's rolling his eyes at this Tim guy.

These guys must be the muscles guarding the door. I try to get a look at them but I can't turn my head very much.

"Sorry, Bruce. What are ya gonna do to her?" Tim's voice says. He has a high-pitched squeaky voice. Like a rat.

The other guy, Bruce; his voice... It's terrifying. Dark, rough. A voice you'd find on a lumberjack or something like that.

I shiver as he responds: "I'm gonna teach her what being a bitch around here means."

He removes his hand from my ass, and I hear a belt unbuckle. I whimper louder, trying to speak. Beg him not to do whatever he's about to do.

'Please' I try to say, but it comes out as a simple muffled whimper. Tim and Bruce laugh. Both laughs are eery and frightening in their own ways.

"Turn off the machines, Tim. Let's give her a rest." Bruce says. I hear a wet sound, and quickly come to the conclusion that Bruce is jerking himself off. To me. It feels so weird. So wrong.

A second later though, the machines fucking my mouth and ass stop. A hand removes the dildo from my mouth, and the thin face of a cheery-looking man with a black moustache and dark green eyes look at me with a friendly smile.

"There, friend." Tim says. "What were you trying to tell us?"

I open my mouth to speak, feeling drool dripping down my chin. A whimper is all that comes out of me. I cough, then try again: "Please." I say, looking at Tim with pleading eyes. "You don't have to do this. Please just help me."

"Help you?" Tim says, stroking his chin, as if he had a beard there.

"Help me get out of-" I say, but is cut short by an intense pain in my chest. I forgot the hypnosis Green Dress put me under. Whenever I think of escaping I get an unbearable pain in my chest.

"Get out of..." Tim says. I hear Bruce grunting. He's taking out the dildo from my ass. "Get out of what, girl?"

I close my eyes. I can't ask them to help me get away. I can't even think about it. I need to just...

Just do whatever they say.

"Never mind." I say, barely a whisper.

"I think she wants a little bit of practice." Bruce says behind me. "Is that it, slut?"

I'm not a fucking slut. But still, I nod. My eyes are looking down, at the wooden horse and the floor. At Tim's brown shoes and his pants around his ankles. I hadn't even noticed he'd taken out his cock.

I feel Tim's hand gently stroking my hair. The hair on my wig, that is. To be honest, it feels nice, him stroking it.

"You know, Steph..." Tim says, his cock inching closer to my mouth. I'm not under hypnosis, I don't have to take it into my mouth. I can actually resist this time. "we get a lot of girls like you. You used to be a man, right? Just yesterday. But here's the thing: that's over. There is no escape. If there was, I'd be the first to help you out. But there's not. You're stuck here. Make it easy on yourself, honey. Just accept your fate. Accept your new place, try and make the best of it. If you're a good girl, and learn fast, you'll probably be sold off to a nice fellow. The bad girls go to the bad men. Good girls to the good men."

I have to admit, Tim's voice is very soothing. And while he's gently stroking my hair with one hand, and my chin with the other, I barely notice his cock landing on my lips. I don't move my head either. I listen to what he has to say. Bruce has placed both his hands on my asscheeks now. He seems to be listening to what Tim says too. Or maybe he's waiting for something.

"So Steph," Tim continues. "my suggestion to you is to just accept what you are now. A slave girl. A servant. A slut. Whatever your mistress wants you to be. Whatever we want you to be. That's what you are." His voice goes low, sounding almost pleading: "Please, Steph. We don't want to hurt you."

I look up at him, into his eyes. They look so comforting. His smile, like everything else about him, feels soothing.

"Okay." I say, the tip of Tim's cock tickling my lips as I speak.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll be whatever you want." The terror and fear from earlier has disappeared. I feel calm. I feel good.

"Ask us nicely then." Tim says gently, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I look into Tim's eyes and say "Please fuck me, sir."

Tim smiles, grabs the back of my head and slides his cock all the way into my mouth. Behind me, I feel the warm thickness of Bruce's cock entering my ass. I whimper and moan as they have at it.

The two of them are ruthless. They go fast, ignoring my wellbeing entirely. I occasionally look up at Tim, who's looking down at me with smiles in his eyes, like he's the friendliest person around. Which, I guess he kinda is at this place.

After what feels like forever, I hear the sound of a door opening and then Green Dress' voice: "Oh, having fun, guys?" She sounds amused.

Bruce grunts in reply. I feel his cock twitching in my ass. Tim is taking it nice and slow, but I can hear his breathing has quickened. He's very excited, probably nearly finished.

"Did you have to force her?" Green Dress asks, her heels clicking on the floor as she approaches us. "Or did she do it voluntarily?"

"Oh, she asked us to do this." Tim says, gently patting my head. It feels nice when he does that. I look him into the eyes, in the hope of more of that. He looks down and smiles, stroking my cheek.

Behind me I hear Bruce grunt loudly, and then feel a warmness in my ass. He pulls out. His cum is leaking out, slowly. It feels weird. He slaps my ass roughly.

"I'm glad you've accepted your place already, Steph." Green Dress says. I feel her adjusting my skirt.

At that moment, Tim's cock twitches and he fires his load into my mouth. I gag, looking up at him, hoping I'm done. He keeps his cock in my mouth though, looking down at me, but not saying anything.

I know what he wants me to do. I swallow his cum, my eyes closed. I feel like throwing up, but I get it down. Looking back up, I see him smiling and he strokes my cheek again.

"Suck it clean, Steph." He says gently. I do so, sucking all the cum off his cock.

After that, he pulls out and I let out a loud gasp. I pant, and lower my head. My jaw hurts, my ass hurts. Everything hurts. But maybe Tim is right. Maybe I'm better off accepting this. If I'm stuck as much as they're saying...

"Aren't you even gonna thank them, Steph?" Green Dress says in a tone that makes it clear that I should do so very quickly or face further punishment.

"Yes, of course, mistress." I say, my voice hoarse but still high-pitched. "Thank you, sir, Tim. Thank you, sir, Bruce."

"Don't mention it." Bruce says. He's standing in front of me now. The most macho-looking man I've ever seen. Big, black hair and a full black beard. Huge muscles and a body that definitely fit the size of the dick I just had it my ass.

"I think it's time for the real training to begin, Steph." Green Dress says, untying me from the wooden horse, one hand at a time. Then one leg at a time. "Kneel down on the floor."

I stumble off the wooden horse, adjust my stockings and skirt, then kneels down in front of Green Dress. Bruce's cum is dripping out of my ass onto the floor. I feel dirty.

"I hope you're ready, Steph," Green Dress says. I look up at her. She's grinning. "for the grand tour."