Ice House By Lauren Westley
All disclaimers are in force. This is just a work of fiction and for the enjoyment of those who are old enough where they live to read it. It is mature subject matter. None of the characters are real. (fundipity@yahoo.com)
Part 1
Chapter 1.
The flight north to Resolute Bay was stunning. The sun glistening off the ice in contrast to the Arctic blue water...lapping at the edges of the endless white ground. We were flying in a Twin Otter, which is an incredible seaplane. One more stop and then off to the lodge.
With me were four other men on there were to the lodge as well. This was a month's expedition of 'ice fishing' near the Arctic Circle. Back home, in Minneapolis, I had responded to a small ad in the Penny Saver.
Spend a month near the Arctic Circle in the splendor of a fully equipped lodge.
Come by yourself or bring a friend.
For more info visit us at www.rgb.com Cost $2,800 per person
Well, the price was right and the North Pole always seemed like something exciting to do so I checked out the web page and then called the number. After answering a few questions the man on the phone informed me that there was just one spot available and if I had wanted to bring a friend he could book it for next year. But, I had no one to bring so it didn't matter. He said the lodge had enough room for 6 men total and I would have to share a room with another man. "Unless," he continued, "the fifth man doesn't respond to his calls about a bad credit card." He laughed, reassuringly; that I would more then likely have the room since this was the last day of booking.
It was early September when I made the decision to go and plunked down my $2,800 charge for room and board. Too bad the dollar was at parity with the Canadian dollar. Oh well, I deserved this trip. I had worked hard the past year and needed to get away. Actually, I was relieved when he said there was no Internet and cell phones didn't work. Finally some peace and quiet. "But, there is a wonderful stock of DVD movies and the bar is open your whole stay," he chuckled.
The Twin Otter would pick us up in Winnipeg and fly us to Resolute Bay where it would refuel and then fly about 100 miles to the lodge. "You won't believe how awesome the area is," he said. I was drifting into this wonderful trip when I hear him say, "The guests will have to take care of themselves. There is no staff up there after September 21st."
"No one is there," I queried?
"Nope, but there is plenty of great food. Of course in cans, frozen but it's an experience you will tell your grandchildren. And you will never forget ice fishing just 100 miles from the polar cap," using his best sales pitch voice.
Done. The deal sealed.
The engines of the Twin Otter churn through the cold air outside. Just the four men so I happily think, I'll have my own room. Good. Especially after meeting these four.
I'm 5'8", well with just a little stretch, pretty average and 150 pounds with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. I work in the music biz where a certain ruffled look is desired. But these guys were some rough looking dudes. I think the shortest must be 6'2" and the tallest is a black dude, I'm not sure of his height but he's had to keep his head bent a bit. And then there's this big fat hairy biker looking guy with a tattoo on his neck. I think his name is Duke or something. What a mess wearing one of those cut off denim biker jackets with the logo on the back, "Kill or be killed". I sort of laugh to myself how stupid it looks. Especially he's wearing a white long sleeve pullover with a hood hanging down making it almost impossible to read the damn, "Kill or be Killed"
It's a long flight over barren frozen land.
Then, suddenly, out of my window, I can see a small outpost. The pilot says, "Resolute Bay on your left men. We'll stop here for 10 minutes to refuel and then we are off to the lodge." It's just called The Lodge. Nice, simple name. The plane turns into approach and we descend. Amazing the place even looks more barren then from higher up. There are a few Eskimo teepees, some Quonset huts, some broken down cars and this airport with two hangars and I guess the terminal.
We come to a stop and the pilot walks back and opens the door. We all get out and it hit me...how big these men are.
"Hi, I couldn't remember your name. I'm Jack," the 6'2" guy says and extends his hand.
"Tim," I say, "nice to meet you. Have you been up here before?"
"Yeah, last year," he mumbles, turns and walks to the terminal. The other two are already there. The air is cold. Very cold. I shiver a bit and follow Jack into the warm terminal. It's filled with smoke. Not like the world where I live. I hear someone say, "Hi Duke," and the biker man turns, smiles, nods his head and lights up a cigar. The jukebox is playing some old country western song and the two women standing by it look like the women in the opening scene of Terminator 2.
"Let's go," the pilot says.
Again into the bitter cold to the plane. And I'm dressed pretty warmly. All our clothes went up in another plane. Not enough room for luggage and us. I wish I had my parka on now. As we board the plane I nearly slip and the tall black dude catches me and easily holds me until I get balanced again.
"Thanks, you're Bob, right?" I ask?
"Call me Robert, I prefer it." His voice is deep, thick. Commanding. His hands massive as I climb into the plane."
Another man climbed in. I had seen him at the terminal. He was grey beard and hair. Looked just like what one pictures the term, "dirty old man." Especially the tobacco stains on his beard around his lips
Jack said, " Hey Jerry glad you made it this trip."
So I figured, the two of them had done this trip before so it must be fun.
The pilot climbs in and walks to his seat saying, "Just 100 miles of ice left to go men."
Down the runway, the plane roars to life and we lift up and fly at a low altitude over frozen tundra. Wow, I see a polar bear and there's a pack of, well I guess, wolves or huskies I'm not sure. But, I am amazed that life exists here. I think of the hunger, cold and hardship of that life endures and how we'll be in the comfort of the Lodge and go ice fishing and then back to a warm fire. I fall asleep.
"Hold tight, this landing will be bumpy," the pilot shouted over the engine noise. The Twin Otter banked right and descended. I could see from my seat the lodge. It was a bit bigger then I thought it was and sat on a peninsula with the artic lake chopping a bit of breakers.
I saw four, what looked lied pencil dots, moving on the white snow. Seemed like they were coming from the lodge to the pier. I wondered whether they were wolves and if we'd be safe. At that moment, having these big guys seemed reassuring.
Splat!!!!......Bang.......Bounce....Bounce......rrrrRRRRRR the propeller churning up water as the pontoons hit the water and the plane headed towards the pier. Something jostled around inside the plane and then....we came to a stop and the Engines shuddered their stop too.
Again the pilot walked through the cabin but this time he said, "We hope your enjoyed Crap Air. Think brown next time you fly," and he laughed, two of the other guys too. The door opened and I heard a voice from outside, the fifth man, "nice landing Charlie." Dogs were barking and the next thing you know we were off the plane. Duke and Robert headed out first and by the time I was out they were halfway to the house with the three huskies running by their side.
Jack turned towards me and said to the fifth man, "H this is Tim." Just as we shook hands (god another guy with massive hands, maybe I didn't have what it takes to ice fish.) H said hello, Charlie piped in, "Okay, I'm off. Will see you in a month," and then climbed into the Twin Otter, started the engines up. Jack untied the plane (of course I thought someone had to be here to pull the seaplane in.)
Charlie yelled from the window...just as the blades of the engine began to spin enough and the plane started moving, "You are all crazy. To spend a month up here. No way to communicate. Not even one of those satellite phones in an emergency...NUTS." and with that...the Twin Otter moved away from the pier splashing through the water. It was bitterly cold so we didn't wait to see Charlie lift off but instead headed for the Lodge. Jack, Jerry and H walked faster then me so I ended up last.
Halfway to the house I heard the silence the plane created as it lifted from the sea and the roar of the engines dim as the Twin Otter began it's journey back home and we were alone. I wanted to ask what Charlie meant by not having a satellite phone. Were we really that isolated? But, by then everyone was inside and I was just a few feet from the door to the Lodge.
Chapter 2. Choices
I pushed the door open to the Lodge and the warm air from inside was so wonderful and the smell of the pinewood and a fire roaring all combined as if walking inside a Charles Ives picture. Inside, closing the door, I saw the four men standing facing H who was near the fireplace with the three huskies by his side. I stopped and turned towards him too and look around at where we were. There was a decent size living room with an area between it and the open kitchen where a table made of polished maple and six armchairs were. I saw an open cabinet with different liquor and realized that was the bar. Antler chandeliers hung down.
"Hello," H teeth seemed to say as his smile curled at his lips like those of Jack in the 'Shining'. "Nice to have you back," he continued looking across at Jack.
"Okay, we have plenty of food, liquor and men." H stated. "But what don't we have?"
Duke was the first to answer, "Women!"
"Yes, we don't have a woman and we don't have any communication with the outside world for a month, but we can, perhaps, rectify one of these two things we are lacking. Perhaps not perfectly, but then again in some ways even more interesting. So, we cannot do anything about communications and I was referring to a woman."
What was he talking about? How was he going to solve that problem? Was he a magician?
"Here's the thing," H continued, "we have six men but we could instead have five men and one somewhat woman."
I wanted to get out of here. What is he thinking? He's saying something about one of us being a girl. The other men were laughing and seemed to enjoy this. Why? My mind raced as I heard him discuss the ability of his dogs to find the man with the least testosterone and the one who would be from he to she.
"Tim, are you here," H asked?
I was snapped out of my wandering mind and found myself alert and answering, "Yes".
"Well then, this is what we will do. My three huskies, Bones, Big and Balls will be able to sniff this out. They will go to each of you and sniff. When they find the right girl they will stop right there with their noses in your crotch. Now, here is the important part. Do not try to move away from them. Instead, simply lower your pants and they will sniff again. Leave your pants down. Two of them will then continue till all have been sniffed. It's possible we will have two or three possible choices and then we will let the dogs decide. Now, I know, none of you want to be the girl but your choice will be the following, either you will be our girl for the month or you may leave the Lodge right now and head back with what you have on. Yes, I guess I've given you a choice between death or being a girl," H chuckled and then stopped talking as his shrill perversion chilled the air around me.
The other guys started teasing each other saying, "Yeah, I have more balls then you. You know you are going to be our pussy girl."
Again I was like a deer caught in the headlights...frozen. The choice of being frozen or a girl. Looking at them and knowing me. The odds didn't look good but I had no choice. I didn't want to die.
Then H motioned to the dogs. They first went to Robert sniffing his balls...he didn't move. He seemed confident and they moved on to Duke, the fat biker guy. They sniffed him and stopped....I felt relief as Duke lowered his pants and the dogs continued to sniff. Bones remained and the other two dogs lumbered over past the other guys and finally me.
Goose-bumps...they stopped...sniffed. Oh, no. I fearfully pulled down my pants. They sniffed some more. One stayed with me and then they each went back and forth. Duke started getting upset and said to me that once the dogs knew who the bitch was he'd show that bitch what his cock could really do.
Before another minute passed, all three dogs were in front of me. Duke began pulling his pants up but H stopped him and said, "Not yet. Tim, Duke, pull down your shorts."
"Please, I want to go back, " I said with such a dry mouth it came out like a lisped stutter.
"Tim, if you want, pull your pants up and leave. It's only 100 miles walk in frigid cold. You might make it. Do the rest of you think Tim here is our girl?" They all grunted a deafening 'yes'.
"Now Tim, at this point my boys will sniff and lick. Don't move at all. And from now on any disobedience, and I mean any, will result with a bare ass spanking to whomever the dogs decide is our girl."
My hands shook as I lowered my pants and I noticed Duke lowered his. He had a large thick cock. I was ashamed of mine in comparison...my bare balls hung with dogs sniffing and licking them.
The dogs stopped in front of me, their blue eyes riveted at mine. Snorting and licking me. That was it. I was chosen. I was to be the girl. I started crying inside.
Chapter 3: Changes
"Tim, it's time to change your name. Do you have one for us," H asked? Before I could answer, the cry, "He's a Sissy. He's a Sissy or we could call him Titty" echoed from the voices of the other men.
"Well then I guess you are both Miss Titty and Miss Sissy so those will be your name from now on and any other girlie name you hear. Now, take off the rest of your clothes and go introduce yourself to the men. You will go over to each of the men," H continued, I hesitated in taking off my clothes, and he added, " Now each man will spank your bare ass 5 times. Hesitate again and it will be 10. After that two will hold you down and it will be 25 from each. Now unless you like more swats on your ass Little Titty Sissy, do as you are told or just get out of here. And take that rubber band out of your hair."
I began to take my clothes off, H said, "hey hurry up cunt." and I shook. Then I removed the rubber band from my hair. I was naked with my blond hair hanging over my shoulders and my light blond pubic hair barely outlining my small dick. I was ashamed but what could I do.
H smirked as he said, " Sissy go apologize to each man. Curtsy and apologize. Then turn and touch your toes. After he has spanked you then you may rise, curtsy and say thank you Sir. Do not assume rules will be repeated from now on."
I walked naked to Jack hoping he would take pity. I curtsied best I could and said, "I am sorry."
He smacked my face saying, "Bitch always properly address any male."
"Yes Sir," I answered now realizing my fate was sealed even with Jack and then I turned to the side and bent over.
WHACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK! He hit me so hard I screamed and fell over.
"Hey, no screaming. Get your ass back up and if you fall it doesn't count. You can sob, you can cry but there are a few things you are not allowed to do."
I got up and Jack said, " Screaming is one. Don't forget it," Jack grabbed my hair tight in his hand and spanked my ass four more HARD times. I was dying inside but I stood up and curtsied saying, "Thank you Sir." My face was still steaming from the heat of his smack earlier. My ass felt so sore and there were more to go.
Robert was swift and merciless. I was crying when he finished. Uncontrollably sobbing as I said, "Thank you Sir."
Gerry, his beard white and his teeth yellow snickered as I apologized and said as I bent over, "You will learn why they say I'm a DIRTY old man before this month is up."
His third slap was so stinging I was crying and he said, "Dear, dear little girl, there's much more to come." And then finished up. I couldn't believe what I was doing and then I saw H was filming it. I was mortified but there was nothing other for me but to die in the cold.
I cried as I walked over to Duke. He was so nasty looking. He glared at me when I was in front of him and when I was finished he smiled as then as he pinched my nipples he said, "Nice little titties. Open your mouth."
I did and the next thing I knew he spat in my mouth and while playing with my tits laughingly saying, "You will learn to enjoy all my fluids. Now bend over."
He slapped my ass in places the others had not and he rubbed my ass cheeks. He had slimy hands. My skins tried to pull tight away from him but he just enjoyed himself. When he was finished I stood and turned to curtsy. He asked me to again open my mouth. He looked, "Did you swallow?" I nodded ashamed 'yes' but then he said, "You are not to swallow anything a man puts in your mouth without permission again."
I walked over in front of H and his dogs, my cheeks stained with my tears, and began a curtsy to him but he stopped me.
"These dogs are male and so you will curtsy to them and apologize on your knees after the curtsy. They will be called Sir Balls, Sir Bones and Sir Big And another rule for you to learn from now on when you are in front of a male. Any male including these dogs you will only look at their cocks unless told otherwise. And I will not ask you if you understand because if you don't you already know the consequences."
My heart sank further. Here I was naked, standing in front of H with twenty hard slaps on my ass already and now demoralized to have to curtsy to dogs. I thought, it's a month, a long hard month but it would come to and end and I would recover. I curtsied and said, "I am sorry Sir Bones." Then I knelt.
"And don't get up till I say so and keep your hands behind your back and focus on his cock," H said.
So there I was, kneeling in front of Sir Bones, a husky, which means part wolf too, with him sitting in front of me while I looked only at his cock. Then he barked, growled and bared his teeth. I was cowering and I knew the fear a woman feels from a male's testosterone threat. But, I didn't have the other part of woman and that is the desire to be taken by testosterone.
Sir Big barely looked at me, as if uninterested, which was a good moment for me. But I did notice his cock sheath was larger then Sir Bones But, good moments were not to continue. Sir Balls started licking me and at the same time H was saying, "And now remember, you only have a pussy and an oversized clit. He is just enjoying your girlie goodies. And, the men at this camp may enjoy whatever pleasure they want from you. Whatever hole and whenever they want. You are here to serve. Now get up and I will show you to your room."
The other men laughed, snickered and Robert said, "I can't wait to fill your little pussy hole with my man seed," as I walked by. Duke pinched my ass. As we passed the kitchen H said, "you will do all the cooking and cleaning. Make the beds, do the wash, clean the toilet." I felt one of the huskies behind me sniffing my ass.
"Here is your room," H said and turned and walked away.
I was amazed. It was a girlie pink pattern wallpaper room and nothing was masculine about it at all. I opened one closet door and there were all sorts of cleaning equipment. Another was a closet filled with dresses and skirt. Also, a built-in dresser. On the vanity there was a note. I opened it.
PussyLips:
If you haven't' figured this out, we have been doing this every year for the past decade. So, you are our tenth girl. You will be our anniversary girl. Think of yourself as a girl caught in a trap and you will do well. Don't complain. Don't try something stupid. You can get through this but we have become a bit wilder over the decade so you should expect your life here will end up entering something people call deprave but we call fun.
Why didn't we just get a girl? Yes, we know you were thinking that. Without explaining the whole thing, the first year, our boy/girl came about by accident. Suffice it to say we have more fun this way and with you most of us are not cheating on our wives.
So, learn how to do your hair, apply your make up and read the various cards attached to things in your room. Over the next two days you should get pretty well acclimated. After that, we will be in full role play.
Also, you will bathe down the hall in the only bathroom in the Lodge. You are expected to go shower, shave all body hair off except of course your golden locks and a sweet little pussy patch (see picture) as soon as you hear the bell. Each time you hear that bell you will stop what you are doing, go to your room, undress and walk naked to the bathroom. Never close the bathroom door. You may also use the bathroom for washing up in the morning but not the toilet until given permission by a man. The Huskies can also give you permission. I am sure you'll figure that out when the time comes.
When you hear that bell it means you will do the same thing you are doing tonight.
Go to the bathroom. Fill the enema bag with warm soapy water. Hold the enema in until after you have finished your shower, washing your hair and all other girlie grooming chores and then the last thing you may sit on the toilet and let it out plus anything else. This bell will usually ring usually just after you have served dinner.
Don't forget to take the cream on the vanity marked "Smooth and Silky" with you to the bathroom. After you have shaved rub over your entire body (except for your little pussy patch) including your face and after 5 minutes wash off.
There was a picture of the "pussy patch". I was to make a small heart and trim it. Not too close but neatly trimmed.
Make sure you read the cards and accomplish the tasks on this table at the level demanded or suffer the over the knee spanking on your bare ass. Each card will explain what to do and a time limit. There will also be five levels of accomplishment. Today, you will start out as amateur. Each day a new card will be left for you with expectations of your performance. By next weekend you should be the perfect slut for the rest of the month. The number at the bottom of the card in bold is the number of hard spanks each gentleman will administer to you for failing. The number will rise as your level of competence is expected to have improved. You may even find yourself using your free time to excel.
You have many duties that are now expected of you besides learning these requirements. When you are in front of a male (and as you know now, we mean all males) you will always focus on their cock and will always curtsy before and after anything. Example, if you are to be spanked, curtsy, pull your panties to your knees and do as told. When the spanking is over, curtsy again and ONLY pull your panties up if you are given permission.
In the bathroom you may not lower a toilet seat nor raise it. Just sit down and go. But remember, you may only go during your bath time without permission. Any other time you will need to get permission and while on that subject, as of tomorrow morning you will begin your potty training. So tomorrow morning you may not pee without permission from one of the men after you've used the bathroom. More about this will be explained to you tonight.
You will be first up at 5am getting breakfast together. You may only eat what men give you. Water you may have at anytime. The men will leave their breakfast request and time of service on the corkboard in the kitchen. Make sure you have it ready as per demand.
Until, the next letter, just think of yourself as a cunt. A receptacle for man juice and you will find the month will slide along. But also remember, we don't want you liking this and if you show those signs we will just increase the degradation. Also, NO SCREAMING. Sobbing, light crying will garner the best results for you. Faking anything wont.
Now, little pussylips, look at the envelopes with the cards that were left tonight. You will find them marked, Hair, Nails, Makeup, Walking, Dressing, and Cleaning.
H.
PS. Remember you may only say the following unless instructed otherwise. "Yes Sir", "No Sir (be careful about using, "No Sir." It should not be used because you don't want to do something.)" "Thank you Sir". And as the last reminder on this, this goes for all male species all the time.
I was in shock. My skin had goose bumps. My mind fluttered with the thoughts of whether dying in the cold would have been better.
Then the bell rang. Just one gong. I took the 'Smooth and Silky" and walked naked down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear the men laughing, talking and having fun as I passed the opening to the kitchen, living room etc. the bathroom was at the very end of the hall. Inside there was the enema bag and of course the toilet seat was raised and the porcelain rim had pee drops and pubic hair.
About a half hour later I was squatting over that toilet, my body silky smooth and hairless except for the little blond heart. That was a week ago. So many indignities have happened to me I just can't imagine what the next three weeks will be like.
After many spankings I've almost learned how to apply my makeup. I still have problems with the eyeliner. I always keep my lipstick with me. I had to learn how to dye my hair. They wanted it blonder with some streaks. Actually the L'Oreal kit was pretty easy to understand. My hair is straight to the shoulders but very feminine now and I'm amazed when I look in the mirror with all my makeup on, hair done, wearing a dress how much I look like a girl. Even more amazing is in just bra and panties I look girlee. I mean my arms are much thinner then the men and their size make me feel more like prey. I find sometimes I feel....well....I mean next to them...forget it.
That first night I spent four hours in a short gold lame dress. During that time I had to kneel and all the men filled my mouth with cum and made me stay there and show it to them for what seemed like and eternity before I was told to swallow.
The week progressed from one humiliation to another. I peed myself once and H spanked me and warned me. He didn't say what would happen. Just a warning.
A couple of days later, Gerry grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom telling me to pull up my skirt and sit on the toilet.
"Spread your legs and show me," he commanded.
I was wearing white panties. Just regular satin ones. Sitting on the porcelain with my legs spread open.
"Don't move bitch," Gerry spat out as he unzipped his fly pulling out his penis and then he started to pee right on my clittie. It was warm and deep yellow. My panty crotch got soaked and then he finished and instructed me to pull my panties up and go back to work.
But, I can't help it. I mean later in the day I have to pee. I can't help it. I squirm and try to get permission but they wait till what to me is the last moment.
Jerry has jerked off onto my clittie (I'm only allowed to call it that since it's so small. I can't even say clit) and then snapped my panties back. His cum sticky on me. Then H will come and ask to look and everyone will say, "Look, Sissy came in her panties." (Apparently that is not part of the accident and potty walk with the dogs)
Another time H came around and made me show him. My clittie was stuck this time with Robert's cum. Then he'll say, "Look cunt, if your pussy is getting so excited about this, just remember what I said in the beginning about showing too much enjoyment."
I don't know what to do. Yesterday, Jerry took me to go potty. I had to sit on the porcelain since seat was up. He made me sit with my panties on and unzip him saying, "I'm going to pee on you pussy and you can pee at the same time. When I'm through, you are through"
Then he aimed his stream right onto my white satin panties staining them yellow. I tried to pee but I was distracted. When he was through he made me get up and go get him a beer and hot dog. The warm urine in my crotch had turned cold soon after and I guess my panties had dripped on the floor because H told me to 'hike your skirt bitch."
I held my skirt up and my panties were almost dry but the cotton crotch was yellow stained. He asked if I had peed myself. I was about to say something when Gerry appeared and started laughing talking with H about my problem with bladder control.
Gerry walked over to me and quickly whispered, "Say Yes."
"Yes Sir," I nervously answered.
"Well, that's the second time girl. Gerry, give our little piss girl a good 25 spanks. Pull, your panties to your knees Sissy and tonight you will sleep with the panties stretched on your head and your nose in the crotch. One more accident girl and your toilet privileges will be the same as my dogs.
That night, I slept with Gerry's stinky piss aroma filling my fitful dreams and in the morning my asshole has leaked cum deposits from the night the night before. (I hate getting spanked for so many infractions. But, there's nothing I can do about it. H has warned me if I keep soiling myself I'll have to go potty with the dogs.
H said this would be the last time. If I did it again he'd put a collar on me and walk me with the dogs. That was yesterday.
Today I was standing my little spaghetti strap black dress nervously next to Duke. He had been playing with my ass...feeling me up under the dress...rubbing my ass and pulling on my satin panties when he suddenly said, "Cunt, would you like me to stick my dick in your pussy and drop a load?"
Frightened, as usual, but by this time knowing my place, I answered quivering, "Yes Sir."
The other guys egged Duke on and he got up...swaying and gulping down his 8th beer. Of course I had my eyes on his crotch as he started to unzip his fly and he touch his hand under my chin lifting my head up saying, "Ok, little girl, open you mouth."
I could smell and taste his foul tobacco stained fingers as pushes his two fingers opening my mouth and making me suck them. Then with my red lips parted my eyes bulged as he leaned in as if to kiss me but instead spit in my mouth like the first day saying, "Get on you knees and get my dick hard."
There is no way to explain the feeling of degradation of his spit in my mouth and me on my knees sucking his filthy dick. I wondered if he bathed. He and Jerry always were very stinky with dirty cocks. I always have to suck their cocks clean after fucking me in my pussy. It's still disgusting and I try hard each day to make sure the enema cleans my bowels.
The whole time I was on my knees Duke played with my hair and joked with the guys. It didn't take him too long to get hard and then he pulled me up by my hair bending me over a bar stool while lifting my skirt. Duke slapped my ass a few times pretty hard and then pulled my panties down to my knees pulling my butt plug out.
Pushing the plug into my face, I knew what he wanted me to do and opened my mouth. He pushed it back until it was past my gag spot...and said, "Lean you're cum hole onto my cock bitch." I leaned back...feeling his dick slide up my plug widened and lubed ass. Then he started spanking me as he fucked me. When he had me rocking on his cock, riding up as he slapped me, Duke grabbed another beer from the bucket on the table and started chugging as his dick thrust in me. He burped, laughed and pulled my hair like a mane. His complete nastiness made him just feel dirty inside me.
"AHHHHHH....oh yeah....cunt.....," I felt his pre-cum slick my hole and then he let out a roaring moan as he leaned into my ass so his cum squirted deep inside as he slapped my ass even more until he was spent. But he didn't pull out. I knew how thick and voluminous his cum was from other nights when he would cum in my mouth and make me show it to him. I'd seen porn pictures of big-wads and Duke measured in the 'big-wad' league.
"Now girl, I've got a couple of quarts of piss that your cunt is about to be pleased with as it fills you. Make sure you suction down with you ass muscles to seal my cock and keep all my piss in you. If it leaks out of your cunt... well, don't even think about that. You don't want to be in trouble with H."
My panties were down around my knees and Duke's hairy balls were up against me as I concentrated on tightening my sphincter on his cock. It was disgusting to make myself do this but it was part of my life now. His cock was pretty fat even limp so the seal was tight as his cock hadn't even shrunk much since he had cum.
He shook as he started to pee. At first, it was just a light stream but it changed to a more heavy flow and started to force itself up inside me. It felt warm and a bit pleasing like the enemas I had gotten use to. But it was also disgusting and degrading as he kept peeing and peeing.... sighing as he did, playing with my clittie and pinching my tits.
"One day I'm going to keep pissing in you till your little clittie cums from the happiness of my urine filling you," Duke said as he continued pissing and playing with my clit.
The pressure in me began to intensify and my tummy tightened. He rubbed my tummy saying, "Hey guys, I think she's in her first trimester." And continued talking to me saying, "Wouldn't you love to have a little five pound urine baby?" Finally he stopped.
'Go get me another bucket of beers bitch,' Duke commanded. I began to pull my panties up when he said, "Did I tell you to do that," and he grabbed my wrist and started spanking me. I could feel each swat make his urine slosh in me. Now I was sobbing. The guys were all laughing so Duke was enjoying himself.
"Now waddle over and get me those beers and don't you dare leak any precious piss or you will be in more trouble then you are now." I started waddling away, his piss full inside me, I was bloated. I could really feel it sloshing around. I could almost taste it. I was quietly crying. When I returned with the beer on a tray like the waitress I had learned to be over the past week I heard him saying to the others, "She makes a great toilet. I think I prefer her to a urinal."
"Oh stop crying PussyLips," Duke said, motioning me to come stand next to him. He took the anal plug from my mouth as I stood to his left; my panties had fallen to my ankles so I actually hobbled more then walked.
Duke opened another beer and started drinking it as he fondled my ass through the soft silky black dress, "Don't you just love my man piss inside you?" He jiggled my butt and I felt his dirty urine moving inside me as I answer the proper "yes Sir."
Gerry was laughing as he picked up an empty beer bottle and took his flaccid cock and started peeing into the bottle. He had filled two and a half bottles when he handed me one and said, "Here sweetie, why don't you have a beer with us."
Obediently, I took the bottle from him and felt the warmth in my hand. I was crying softly as I raised the bottle, which said, "Full Flavor" towards my lips. I could smell his horrid pee standing there with my stomach pushed out and Duke's hand under the skirt of my dress playing with my 'clitty' as he liked to call it.
"Take a big swig and hold it in your mouth. Swish it around to get the 'full flavor," Gerry said.
As I started to fill my mouth with Gerry's rancid pee Duke chimed in with, "If you want to leak something it can be you clittie orgasm but don't let anything else come out of you. If you drip into your panties or the floor I'll see it, so hold me tight inside."
Jack was smiling as he pulled some empty bottles over in front of him. Duke had downed his second bottle before I had finished even half of the bottle Gerry had given me.
"If you cum on my hand before I need to piss again, I'll let you go to the potty," Duke said smiling. I was amazed how he didn't care about touching me like that. Gerry did similar things. Jack and Robert just liked to shoot cum on my face and watch it dry. However, Robert had let it be known he liked 'ass fuck' me with his ten-inch cock.
So far H had spent the days leaving me alone except for explaining to me different nuances as to what was expected of me. When his dogs came in the room I was often afraid but I had so far gotten use to them sniffing and licking me. But, I had uncanny feeling that such a peace would not last for long and worried about what H would do to me.
This first week had truly changed me. I could never really acquiesce so I guess I fit into the rules set out in the beginning. I didn't yell. I did cry softly. I was often used and had now accepted my fate especially after the first DVD was shown my second night of me in a cute little skirt and blouse wearing heels with my face coated in cum.
Now as I stood here drinking Gerry's pee and holding Duke's urine sloshing in me (I am not allowed to say piss or other manly words.) I found the degradation humiliating to the point I nervously held my sphincter closed, felt my tummy pushed out a bit: worried that Duke would soon want to pee again (he's just finished a fourth beer...that makes 12 so far and a few are in me.) and what would happen to me. Could I hold more? What if some had already leaked out?
(To be continued)
Life deteriorated for me after the incident when Duke made me hold his pee up my ass. They had taken pictures and taking clips it looked like I was acquiescing without putting up a fight. A couple of nights later my life changed again.
I was wearing a lavender bra, matching panties, with garter belt, stockings and matching high heel shoes. I had been instructed to also wear this Lilac nail polish and deep, fuck me red, lipstick and cheap perfume. My hair was very curly (I had learned how to use the curlers, blow dryer etc. and I had a bow that draped down the right side of my head.
When I came out to the living room Gerry was standing with a dog collar and leash. He grabbed my wrist and touched me. He was like Duke in humiliating me and touching my clit saying, "PussyGirl, tonight you'll wear this collar and you know why. H gave this to me earlier and said you'd understand what it meant."
I had thought no one had noticed the accident I had the night Duke filled me with pee. I had held things until I was dismissed but I couldn't sleep all night like that and eventually I snuck to the bathroom and let out the pee in me.
Before long I had the collar on and was on my knees attaching purple knee and elbow pads. The elbow pads fit in such a way my arms were bent and so I moved on my elbows and knees with my ass higher then my head.
"Good girl, tonight we are going to learn many new things.
Gerry sat down on the sofa to watch a sex film pulling the lead so I was near. He petted me and then instructed me to put my 'snout' in his crotch Just then H came in the room with his dogs following.
"Good Evening Gerry," H said. "Looks like we have a fourth dog now. A bitch."