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9/4/2015 12:38 pm

Helping Out 4

The next day I go shopping looking for "slutty stuff," and wonder what does a slutty guy wear? Then I remember he said sissy slut so I go looking for the most girlie stuff I can find. I buy everything in pink because it's the most girlie I can figure. I find a short v neck button down top with lace on the chest and arms. It has sleeves that come down to just past my elbows, and it barely covers my belly. Then I find a short skirt that has a slit up the left side. It stretches so it's form fitting, and it comes down just below my ass. The next thing I find is a matching bra and panties that are almost see through lace. The bra is only available in a 38D, and the panties are a bikini cut. Walking out of the last shop I see some pink thigh high lace stockings with matching pink heels. I like the look of the stockings. They are a sheer lace with a bow tie design on the side, and I buy the set figuring the shoes aren't too high for me to try.
I get home, and try everything on right away. The skirt and shirt are a good fit, but the bra and panties are a bit snug. The extra cup room in the bra makes it look like it's sagging on me. Otherwise I think I'd make a good looking chic in this outfit, and the tiny pink purse accessorizes it nicely. Pleased with my selection I put the stuff away, and go about my business like normal hoping that I never hear from him again.
A week later I get that eventful text from him. I hesitate to read it, but do out of curiosity and fear. He asks if I got the stuff, and wants me to take a picture to prove it. I lay everything out on my bed, and take a picture. I send it back, and he replies saying that I'm not funny and put it on. I comply not wanting to piss him off, and resend a picture. This time with me wearing the outfit. He responds that he's pleased, and to wait for another text in the future.
I receive a box a few days later containing a bunch of tubes, needles, a couple bags of clear liquid, and a note from him. It says for me to follow the enclosed instructions on Thursday night, and send a picture of me in my outfit Friday morning before nine. I fish through for the instructions, and read them in horror. It says to insert the large needle into my chest just above my nipple, attach one tube, and then attach another tube to one of the bags before connecting the tubes together.
The week flies by before the fateful Thursday arrives. Curious but afraid I follow the instructions carefully. I sit back as the bag empties into my chest. First it causes a small lump, but I figure that it will take time to absorb. I attach the other bag to my other side, and watch TV while it does it's thing. I become more fearful as the lumps in my chest continue to grow larger. Eventually the bags empty, and I wonder if I should use the final two bags since my chest looks like I have boobs and hurts.
I reread the note, and he tells me to use it all so I attach the last of the liquid. It takes a few hours, but when the bags are finally empty I look down to see my chest has swollen a lot. I go look in the mirror to see what looks like large breasts on my chest. The weight is noticeable, and my chest hurts from the solution. It's late by the time I clean up so I go to bed.
The next morning I wake up at eight to my alarm. I look in the mirror to see that my chest has gotten even larger. I get the out fit to put on, but now the bra barely contains my massive chest. I manage to fumble it on, and take a picture for him. He replies fro me to shave my body, and then send another one, but for me to put on some make up. I shave the best I can, and am shocked by how smooth my skin is when I'm done. I put on make up, but I think I look ridiculous. I take the picture, and he replies that I look good for a sissy slut. He gives me an address to go to telling me to be there in an hour.
I find it in just less than an hour, and reluctantly knock on the door. A big burly guy answers. I am frozen with fear as I stare at his six foot plus, and over three hundred pound frame. He has a beard and short black hair. He wears bib overalls without a shirt underneath. He grabs my arm, and pulls me into the house. I am immediately surrounded by six big guys. They look like a biker gang. I clutch my purse tight as they laugh. I hear my phone ringing saying that I have a text.
The big guy that answered the door tells me to answer it. I look to see a text from the guy. He tells me that he owes these guys some money, and that I'm going to repay his debt for him. The big guy reads along with me, and laughs about it with the rest of the guys before looking at me smiling. I continue reading to see that he says these guys are recently released from jail, and that they may be a bit overzealous. Then the big guy takes me phone, puts it in my purse, and tosses my purse in the corner telling me that I won't need it for a long time.
He tells me to call him Big D, and then runs down the names of the rest of the guys so fast that I can't keep up. My head is spinning with all the commotion and confusion has overcome my fear, but my fear returns quickly when they begin to step up to me and begin to grope at my chest. I stand there unsure of what to do, and I soon feel my clothes being yanked off hard. Someone slaps my panty covered ass hard making me moan from the sting.
I hear someone say that they know how to get me to make noise now, and then I feel another smack on my ass. I'm glad all of my cuts and bruises are healed, but it still hurts. Someone grabs my hair, and I am yanked over. Before I realize it there's a dick in my mouth while my ass is being spanked hard. I hear a voice telling me to suck it, and calling me a faggot . I suck hard trying to get this done with, but find out my mistake when the dick begins to grow in my mouth. Before long it is jabbing into my throat. I begin to gag as he pushes it deep into my mouth only to let up as I gasp for air.
The onslaught on my ass is continuous, and my rear is on fire as they takes turns spanking me. The assault on my mouth has beaten the gag reflex right out of me, and I can feel his dick sliding easily down my throat. It takes a few minutes before He pulls my face tight to his hairy body, and I feel his load blasting down my throat. I gasp for air between his relentless thrusts. Shot after shot is unloaded into my mouth and down my throat before he final pushes me away.
I fall to the floor, and lay there in my half torn bra and panties. They gather around me, and whisk me up laying me over a table. I hear one of them saying that since I like being spanked so much that I'm really going to love what they are going to do to me, and he calls me a sissy faggot, , and other names as he talks.
I feel my wrists and ankles being tied to the table holding me still. Another guy asks about taking off my panties, but he's told not to. I hear him being told that they are going to be beaten off. I try to protest, but can't talk. For some reason the words won't come out. I watch as they position video camera all around, and set up bright lights. I close my eyes hoping that it's all just a bad dream, but am awakened back to my pitiful reality quickly.
I feel a sudden whack against my ass. It hurts as it strikes my panty covered flesh. I hear myself moan. One of the guys say that the disgusting thing likes it do it harder. Then I feel another whack. Harder. I again moan as my flesh feels like it's tearing apart. Then I feel another across my back. My body tries to wrench upright, but I only strain against the bindings. I realize that they not only plan to beat me until my panties fall off, but my bra too.
One after another the strikes whip my ass and back. The guys take turns beating me, and after forever I feel my bra give way breaking from it strains. Then a while later I feel the waist of my panties give up their fight, and break away from the onslaught. I feel like passing out from the torture, but somehow I can't. The beating continues on for a while longer until they finally give up.
I am then untied, but can't move. I feel head lifting up, and taste another dick in my mouth. This one tastes awful, but for some reason I find myself sucking on it automatically. It grows huge in my mouth. So big that it feels like it stretches my throat as it's forced down. I can't see from the tears in my eyes, and I figure all I'd see would be pubic hair coming at me anyway so I close my eyes and suck.
I hear him tell the others that they beat some sense into me, and that I have accepted my role for the weekend. I gag a bit. Weekend? Then he pulls out of my mouth, and walks behind me. I hear him call me a bitch, and tell me that my holes are going to be useless after the next few days.
Again I choke a bit as the reality of my situation sinks in. Meaning that I feel my asshole rip open as his huge cock sinks into me. I moan loudly as the inches tear me wide open. His cock is so hard that my poor rectum doesn't stand a chance, and his hips quickly push against my sore ass cheeks.
He begins to ram into me with reckless abandon, and my moans fill the air until another dick is shoved between my lips. I instinctively begin sucking while his cock is pushed down my throat from the guy pounding my asshole. It doesn't take long before I taste sperm again. I swallow as fast as I can, but some is pushed out and runs down my chin. Then I feel the guy fucking my ass unload his massive deposit deep inside of me. It takes minutes for both of these guys to finish as stream after stream is shot into me from both sides.
They finally pull away just as two more guys step into their places. They use me over and over all night long before they walk away. I lay there still bent over the table with semen all over my face and hair, and oozing out of my worn ass. I can't move. I pass out from exhaustion and pain.


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