Making Candy
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc. are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy this story. Don't write a review if you don't like the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always good and helps me.)
I'm standing with my wrists cuffed behind my back, gagged and a collar around my neck. Sitting in front of me are 5 big bellied burly old men with beards, two of them are black and the others white. The man in the middle is speaking. He calls me Candy. I am John. I have a girlfriend, Lucy. I'm not gay. I cannot move. I cannot scream. I can only listen.
"Candy, six months ago you met Lucy. You were an 18-year-old runaway. She's 23. You're 5'6". She's 5'8". Lucy is an eye-popping young woman. She took you into her apartment. Yes, she had sex with you although she claims your wiener was more the size of a cocktail frank. Over these months you fell in love with Lucy, and she began to change you according to our specifications."
My head is spinning, `according to our specifications?" What is going on?
"Lucy told you she loved you. And the more effeminate you became over those months the more she complimented you. She changed many things both outwardly and within. Outwardly she convinced you to shape your eyebrows. You'd look more alluring to her. And piercing your ears would give you a rap star look. Grow your hair long and even have it colored. It goes with the look. The more you did for her the more sexual encounters you had with Lucy. Although they were mainly oral since as well all know your penis fully erect was never more than two and half inches. We orchestrated these changes and watched you transform from a skinny wimpy guy into the girl you are now."
My mind shouts Lucy...where is she? What has she done? But the gag simply makes a gurgling sound as I try to scream.
"During these past six months you also had all your body hair lasered off except for a little patch which a week ago she convinced you to dye pink for an exciting weekend of play lesbian sex with her. She also got you to wear a bikini and to tan in the tanning bed she had in the apartment for the upcoming escapade. She told you she adored your tan lines. You did all this because you loved her. But she is gone now. And now you are here. She was paid substantially to remake you." "Remember when you asked her why you were suddenly getting small breasts and areolas around your now perky nipples. She said not to worry because the sex was even better this way. Lucy told you she had deep lesbian desires and the more feminine you looked the more turned on she became. It was a lie. A ruse."
I pull against my wrists, but they are attached to the wall behind me. Three Doberman's lope into the room and one of the other men commands them to sit. They do.
I'm afraid.
"You never knew she was feeding you an estrogen cocktail which you will continue to take. We don't want you to have big breasts, just a nice size B at most. Though you are now a pert size A. And that may be perfect. Remember all your exercising. They were more to shape then build strength."
I haven't even thought about what I am wearing but now I remember, before waking up here I was at our home, well it was really Lucy, but I've lived there for the past five months. Lucy dressed me the way she had wanted me to look. Our little lesbian sexual charade was to be tonight. She said she had rented a cabin for us. It was secluded. It was private.
I am wearing a schoolgirl outfit. The white cotton blouse is unbuttoned just enough to show my bra. The skirt is a typical Japanese schoolgirl skirt black with a modest flair at mid-thigh. Button and zipper on the back.
I was to play the part of her high school best friend when they first explored lesbian sex.
Schoolgirl thigh high white socks with two black bands at the top. Mary Jane strapped shoes with one and a half inch heels. Even my fingernails and toenails are polished and painted pink with a small crystal diamond on both middle fingernails.
OMG. I realize I had even put makeup on and have gold heart shaped earrings with pink stone hearts in the center. Lucy had picked out the perfume I am wearing. We were going to have a mock lesbian sex night. She was dressed in a similar outfit. Even our drinks were girly with umbrellas and fruit. The last thing I remember was drinking mine. She must have spiked the drink.
"We are going to give you a choice. But first a bit about us. We've known each other for decades. Some of us are married. Some divorced. But all of us have some extreme deviant sexual desires and so a plan was developed. You have no idea where you are nor who we are. Lucy is gone. Not to ever be found. BTW, your collar cannot be removed, and a locator chip is built into it. It has your name on the front. CANDY as well as a little bell which jingles as you move.
Looking across the room I can see pine trees through the windows. Apparently, the floor of the room is heated and made of engineered wood. It's a very large room with several seating areas. It resembles a lodge. There's a big fireplace and a humongous flat screen above the mantel. It is on and a camera somewhere is pointed at me. I can see on the screen how Lucy changed me. And I see the frail schoolgirl that is me; gagged.
I remember Lucy and I getting into her car to drive to the cabin. She giggled as we drove over the bridge leaving the city. I must have passed out. She must have spiked my drink.
"You have two choices. The first is to service us and the other is to be their bitch naked, eating their food from a bowl. Sleeping in the cage with them. Servicing them on demand. There is no third choice.
What am I hearing? The choices are horrific. I tug to free myself but again it's futile. Madness. Scary Shit Madness.
"If you choose us, you will be taken to your room. There you will find a book of rules as well as a private bathroom, a tanning bed, and a dressing table complete with all the beauty items you will need. We do not require you to be happy. Our deviant desires are the exact opposite. We expect you'll be repulsed often while you are here.
The other men are sitting, smiling, and drinking what appears to be whiskey or bourbon.
"There will be much to learn but this you will learn immediately. You will use the female voice you practiced with Lucy but with this caveat. You will lisp. So, "Yes Daddy will be Yeth Daddy" calling us all Daddy unless someone tells you differently. And your sentences should be kept to 3 words leaving out adjectives, prepositions etc. the way a five-year old girl would talk with the body of a thirteen-year-old. There is a section within the Rule Book explaining this in more detail."
Lucy had us play act two prepubescent girls playing games together. She had me practice my higher voice. Truth be told, at best I was an alto naturally. So without much effort I sounded like a girl. Lucy had taught me girls end their sentences usually on an upbeat. Men the opposite.
They seem to know everything. I was such a fool and now I have no way out.
"Now you may choose. Nod your head yes' to being with us. Or nod your head no' to opt for the Dobermans."
My body trembles. I am scared.
There is a growl.
Meekly I nod my head `yes.'
I am unshackled with the caveat of `don't try anything stupid.'
Chapter 2
I am led away from the living room by two men. Unshackled I try to wiggle free but to no avail and instead a very hard slap on my ass. A dog barks. I become limp as they open the door and send me into the room. I hear a key locking the door. Removing my gag, I look around the room. It's large. It's painted pink and white. There is an oversized crib with a table piled up with diapers. A vanity table filled with makeup and perfumes. A window with curtains and iron bars on the outside. The floor has pink and white shag carpet. In the corner is a whole Barbie doll set. There's a small desk with a computer. I rush over to that first only to find it's not connected to the internet. A huge closet with sliding mirrored doors. Another door leads to the bathroom. Small but functional. And an offset area with a tanning bed.
I walk over to the bookcase and there is The Book of Rules with a post-it saying, "READ THIS FIRST.'
Next to it is a box of crayons and another box marked Candy's coloring books. On the shelves there are other boxes numbered from 1 to 10.
THE BOOK OF RULES
I take the book and sit down in a small lounge chair and open it. The first page states I must read this book first and memorize the rules.
Obey all the rules. Mistakes will be punished. Disregarding them will result in spending a week in option two with a dark paw print and red letters spelling BARK.
Rule 1: You will be obedient and submissive to all men. You will curtsy when encountering or leaving. You will say in baby talk, "t'ank you Daddy." Rule 2: You will give yourself an enema in the morning because you wouldn't want to be cleaning your poop with your tongue. Instructions are in the bathroom. Rule 3: You will ask permission for everything. Food, Bathroom etc. We will show you where to stand and wait until you are acknowledged. Rule 4: You will be spanked. You may cry but do not scream. And after that do not touch your bottom. Or your face if you are slapped. The soreness is lingering punishment. Rule 5: Any man can do anything he wants with your body except physically harm you. Rule 6: When a man cums in your mouth you will show him and not close your mouth to swallow until given permission. Rules 7: When a man cums in your ass you will pull your panties up, curtsy and say, "T'ank you Daddy." Rule 8: When a man cums on you, you will let it dry in place until given permission to wash it off. Rule 9: Each morning you will color one picture and bring it to `show and tell.' Rule 10: Each day you will play with Barbie and her friends for 15 minutes and give an oral presentation to the men when called to. Rule 11: Each evening you will read one book and write a paragraph on what you learned and bring it with your picture. Rule 12: Each evening you will watch one episode preprogrammed on your computer. The File Folder is marked Video. Rule 13: Before you get into bed you will make sure you have your anal plug in and put on a diaper since you can only use the toilet when you wake in the morning or given permission.
I put the book down before I've finished it. I am crying. Was it from the estrogen shots? I was scared. I was captured with no alternate story line.
After about an hour I hear a man say, "Candy, come out her now."
Chapter 3.
When I came out my room (choking inside on the words `my room) I walked into the living room. All the men were there. I am still dressed as before and the man who had talked before ushered me over to him. I was hoping I could somehow change the situation.
"Candy, how do you like your new room."
I stood in front of him. Taking my wrist, he pulled me, so I was now beside him.
"I asked you a question."
My dry throat squeaks, "Pwease." His hand now cupping my ass as he says, "It's "Pwease Daddy."
One of the Dobermans walked by. Terrified I said, "Pwease Daddy."
"A girl like you needs some training and discipline. Regular spankings will help you learn your place."
The other men smile and laugh. I couldn't see Daddy's face. And with his strong arm around my waist, he guides me down in between his knees. He opens one leg pulling me in and closes his two legs together like a nutcracker.
Helplessly, my fingertips barely grazing the floor I am suspended.
"Each spanking will only end sometime after you are properly crying. Whether it takes 30, 100 spanks or more. Make sure you don't pretend to cry because then the belt will come out.
Then he begins
SLAP....SLAP...SLAP...landed on my ass burning. After the 50th I began to meekly cry. He pulls down my panties. Another 20, my ass is on fire and the tears are streaming down my face. I've lost count but it's well over a hundred when he finally finishes and pulls me up to standing.
"Now, fix your mascara and learn to be a good girl. Don't forget to properly thank me."
"T'ank u daddy," I sob, as I curtsy.
Daddy then told me to go over to each of the other four men and introduce myself saying, "Me Candy."
One of the men instructed me to remember to always curtsy. Lifting the front of my skirt high enough to see my panties. I am mortified. I never thought of myself being gay or whatever you call this.
Thus began my new life.
Chapter 4
I'm sure you all think I should have fought back. Run away. But, neither of those were even possible with the fear of the dogs and the collar.
Today was terrible.
I've been here for nearly a week. I've been spanked at least once every day.
Besides swallowing buckets of cum my asshole is often filled with either cock or the seed they leave. I wonder if girls have the same cold cum dripping from their pussy as the cum from my ass. It's disgusting. My new favorite word for almost everything.
And as if it couldn't get worse. one of the `daddy's' called me over saying, "You need to be milked now."
I have no idea what he is talking about, but he motions me over his lap, and I fear it's going to be another spanking. I'm hoping it's not with a hairbrush like the last time. Yes, I have been spanked with a hairbrush. Had my ass turn beet red from a belt. I am hardly ever able to sit down without crying inside.
All of this has made me so docile. I'm their submissive slave girl.
OMG.....now I know what milking is. Daddy lifted my skirt and lowered just the back of my panties. Then he inserted his finger in my hole and started to rub an area in my rectum. After a while I shamefully felt myself dripping into the front of my panties. I am mortified.
"Now girls need to be milked regularly, Daddy said."
He proceeded to explain how milking helps to keep my `clitty' from enlarging and all girls like me will need to be milked, usually twice a day.
Chapter 5 -- Three weeks later
My life is one disgusting act after another. Some of these men demand I French kiss them. Wiping their nicotine booze infused tongues inside my mouth. I just want to vomit.
Here are some of the mind-numbing things I must do according to the rules.
- The coloring book is filled with connect-the-dot pictures. All of which are degrading sex pix. Example: One connected to show an erect cock and sagging balls spurting cum. I had to color and sign it. Candy. As you can imagine I am punished for failing to get an A. An F is a severe spanking. My ass is almost always a stinging red. 2. The whole Barbie story is based on me, Candy being Barbie and what Ken does to me. I didn't know this till it was explained. Each story must be unique, and I'm beginning to reach the end of reasonable sado-masochism and instead entering areas of depravity I've never heard of. 3. Everything on my computer is porn. Much is sissy training. Some of which are hypno (which you can find on Pornhub.)
Just yesterday the men made me assume the `good doggie bitch' position on the sofa while one after another fucked me. They would slap my ass and tell me to bounce on their cock and when they would cum, they would push their cock in as deep as it could go and spurt their sperm deep inside me.
But it didn't end there. Just as the last one finished, he said for me to lean and squirt all that good protein out. I didn't see one of the `daddy's' had a bowl of salad greens which I coated with the gobs of cum from my ass (oops pussy.)
"Now, little girl, time for your lunch. Remember to savor each bite and chew at least ten times before swallowing. Daddy gave me a small fork so I could only take small amounts of cum covered greens pushing them through my ruby red lips and onto my repulsed taste buds. It took me over 20 minutes of choking and nearly vomiting to eat the salad.
Chapter 6
I'm sitting between two old men with peppered beards both in their dingy underwear and wife beater t-shirts. There's a porn movie playing, and I must watch it. The burly man has already cum in her ass. He has taken a plastic blender pitcher getting the cum from her ass into it and is now dripping it into her mouth. Some fell on her lips. Grimacing she licks it off and with an unhappy face and swallows.
The old man on my right has his hand on my naked thigh with two fingers slipping a bit under the hem of my dress.
"Girl, bet this is making you hot."
I'm crying inside as I answer "Yeth Daddy."
After the man in the video has finished the man grabs her hair saying he has to take a piss making her turn around again with her ass still glistening from his earlier cum load. With his thick cock and her ass in view he pushes his dick into her asshole pumping as her face grimaces and proceeds to piss up her ass and plug her.
Then he tells her to get dressed and make him lunch.
As horrified as I am, I'm glad it's just a porno movie and hope that will be the end of it.
The man I fear the most tells me to get on my knees and suck him off. At this point fear overcomes my disgust and I kneel.
"Come on girl, unzip me and start sucking."
He's so fat his belly covers his cock...he moves forward on the sofa, and I begin to lick his cock and then start to suck it. It's flaccid. Shriveled, small in relationship to his two-hundred-pound plus belly.
While I'm sucking his cock, he grabs my ears moving my head back and forth. His penis gets bigger. Much bigger than I expected. He pulls my head until his cock is so deep in my throat I begin to choke. Holding my mouth at the end of his cock, his balls against my chin and my nose jammed into his stinky pubic hairs. I begin to gasp, and he holds me almost a second too long before releasing me.
"Good girl."
The girth on his cock head is huge like a mushroom. My jaw and throat are sore while I hope he'll just cum soon. He's hard as a rock and he pushes the mushroom head past my choke point. His pubic hair brushes my nose and filling my nostrils with his unwashed and disgusting crotch.
As he nearly reaches orgasm, he pulls his now tongue washed filthy cock out of my mouth and spews cum all over my face. It drips over my eye lids. Some drips down over my nose and onto my upper lip. Some has splattered in my hair. It's a copious amount of sperm and it smells revolting.
When he's finished he wipes his cock on my hair and says, "Girl, come sit next to Daddy. You look so pretty and I'm sure you'd like to let it dry and wear it while you make dinner later.