Storm Discovery, Part SEVEN - Showtime!
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As I dozed in the bottom on my cage, I realized I had lost my sense of time. There were no windows in the basement of Master's farmhouse, nor had there been in the Asian Master's room. Was it morning? Midnight? I couldn't tell, and when FS came in with some food for me it was...canned dog food! Repulsive, and no help in determining what time of day it was.
Somehow I got the mush down. Trying not to smell it was the key.
In addition to the exterior cleaning, FS had also started cleaning out my insides. He may have been the chief "Fuck Slave", but that didn't mean my ass was off limits. The process was always the same...he would hand me a suppository to insert into my ass first thing in the morning, and after the gas it produced had a chance to work I would be put on a toilet to empty my bowels. Then FS would take me to the shower area and use a metal water hose with a cock-shaped tip to do a thorough cleaning. Eventually, once I was trained and trusted, FS would let me clean myself out, warning me to do a good job or be reported to Master.
I soon found the process erotic, and I stayed hard as I pumped water into my intestines, trying to get to the point of fullness without triggering any severe cramps. Soon I was able to use just two major fillings to accomplish the inner cleaning Master demanded.
FS continued to let my little sissy hair patch grow, but kept me shaved everywhere else, using a smelly chemical some days and razors on others.
This particular day (morning?) it seemed he was spending extra time on me. After my insides had been repeatedly washed out, he used a rough brush to scrub my skin almost raw. Then he employed both razors and the hair-remover to get rid of my sign of manhood..
After I had been rinsed and dried, he had some new accessories for me to wear: a leather harness like Asian Master's, but girlie-pink in color...a matching dog collar that had fake diamond-like gems in it and an attached leash...a heavy chrome cock-ring...a pair of frilly white girl's panties that had a big opening in the back, exposing my hole to the air. He added some flowered flip-flops and some fancy silver rings connected by a chain that went into my newly pierced tits.
It was about as embarrassing an outfit as you could imagine, and I hoped we at least would be staying in the house! Before we left the room, FS picked one more item off a shelf and shoved it in my mouth...a baby pacifier. My blushing red face added to the picture of humiliation I presented.
"Come on little girlie," FS ordered as he pulled me along by a brightly colored leash attached to my new collar.
I was getting pretty good at getting up the stairs on my palms and knees, and soon we were in the hallway with the many rooms. We took an almost immediate left and entered a room that was very wide but only a dozen feet deep. The far wall seemed to be completely covered by a floor-to-ceiling curtain, but there was bright light coming from under the curtain, so I expected there would be big windows on the other side. Before I could take in any more of the room, FS told me to stand still and follow Master's orders...he then placed a neon-yellow colored cloth bag over my head, placing me in darkness on all fours.
I heard FS walk away and some other heavier steps approach me. I could also hear some odd ambient noise...kind of a murmur, was that a laugh?...then loud music started, like an orchestra flourish, and another sound I couldn't quite make-out. Master's voice boomed from next to me, and suddenly it all made sense: "Gentlemen! Welcome to tonight's sissy show! Those of you at the bar, if you'll take your seats we'll get started!"
I was horribly mortified! I was on a stage of some kind...the curtains on the "wall" had been stage-curtains and the murmur the sound of a crowd waiting for a performance to begin! As Master spoke he attached leather restraints to my wrists and used a ropes hanging from above to raise my arms and spread them out above my head. Next came ankle restraints, which he used to spread and fasten my legs to metal brackets fixed in the floor. In my girlie outfit, I was facing the side of the stage, giving the audience a side view of my cock sticking out obscenely.
There were catcalls from the audience: "Hey sweetie...you look so cute! Are you looking' for a boyfriend? Or do you only like other girlie-bois?" and "Hey slut...want some real man meat?" Wolf whistles completed the ambiance.
Master pulled the front of my frilly panties down under my cock and balls, exposing my mostly shaved groin and my (of course) aroused prick. More whistles and mocking comments about my size and my shaved state.
"Tonight's little girlie is a special treat for the heroes in our audience..." Master told them..." Heroes? I wondered? "Watch this..." he said, as he removed my silver tit rings and replaced them with something else. At first I couldn't figure out what had been put through the piercing in my tits and there was no immediate reaction from the audience...but them Master explained.
"You men from the 754th Rescue Squad & Fire Station did such a great job in the tornadoes out this way a few months ago that we wanted to make tonight's show special as a way of saying thanks! Thats why this boi is proudly wearing one of your badges and a name tag too! Well make her your honorary fire-station bitch!"
The men in the audience were my former co-workers! From behind my pacifier and through the bag over my head I murmured to Master, begging him to please not expose me! The audience was apparently too far away and the angle too severe for them to read the name tag, but those who caught a glimpse certainly recognized the color scheme, and the badge clearly matched their own. All of the post 9-11 patriotism had made the blue badge number series a well-known symbol. My number was PM (as in Paramedic) 3572.
The men in the crowd roared their approval and mocked me even more as a weakling who could never be their equal, laughing at the skinny feminine fag-boi who pretended to be a real man! A real hero!
I felt my cock deflating...the first time in a long time...and then suddenly Master started impaling me with a long dildo, the kind with a handle on one end...shoving it in and out of my ass to the hoots and hollers of the men in the audience. My cock quickly responded and I was again displaying myself at full-mast!
Master got up close to my ear and whispered savagely: "Shall I take off your mask, slut? Shall I show these real men what happened to their former paramedic? Do you want them to see your blushing face? Your shame? Shall we seal your fate right here and now? Do you want them to see what happened to the boy they always wondered about? The one they caught watching them in the showers? What do you think they would do if I took off the mask? Do you pledge to do everything I order from now on? Do I get your complete obedience in return for keeping your mask on?"
To that, all I could do is shake my head violently up and down. I was shaking, sure Master was right. He knew I wasn't ready to be exposed to my former co-workers as a subservient girlie-boi who had once been one of their own.
Master took hold of the bag over my head and tugged at it, acting as if he was about to remove it and I held my breath, horrified but willing to accept Master`s decision...but then he let go of the bag and reached up to untied my hands and legs, leading me to the side of the stage instead and placing me on my back in the bottom an old cast-iron tub sitting on a low platform.
Master pushed my mask up to expose my mouth, removed my pacifier, and shoved in a mouth gag with a wide funnel attached. At the last minute he used a small piece of label-maker tape to cover my name on the tag piercing my left tit, making it read "slut" instead of my name.
"You men come on up here now and show this bitch she's not worthy to lick the bottom of your hero boots! Let her have something to remember you by, maybe some of your manhood will rub off on the slut!" As Master spoke he pulled out his cock and pissed on me in the bottom of the tub, making sure lots of it wet the cloth covering my face. It made the bright yellow bag somewhat translucent, and I immediately worried that the men would make out my features through it! Most of the rest of Master's piss went into the funnel and then into me!
One by one the men in the audience climbed onto the stage, unzipped, and pissed on me "Hey girlie, want something to drink?"...soon they filled the tub a couple of inches on the bottom and soaked me completely. Suddenly I remembered that while my name tag was covered, my badge was on display. Would any of the men recognize the number? I recognized some voices, remembering the times I had lusted after them, picturing their muscular frames, the way their body hair outlined their frames...especially my friend Todd...oh yes Todd!...the absolutely cutest man in uniform you have ever seen! I had lusted after him for more than a year, going out of my way just to be in the same room when he undressed.
Thinking about Todd, I was hard (was I ever not hard these days?), almost wishing Master would take my mask off so I could see their faces as they pissed on me...even knowing that would result in them seeing me as well.
When the last of the firemen had left the stage, Master pulled me out of the tub, made me bend over the tub to put my ass in the air facing the audience.
"We all know how these girlie-bois are, men, right?" He slapped my ass sharply as he said it. There were cheers and jeers from the supposedly straight men, (and yet men who seemed to be getting off on some pretty gay activity ), shouts to Master to "fuck her, to plug her pussy"... as if their manhood would stay intact in this homoerotic setting if they just kept up the pretense that I was a real girl! They were even willing to ignore the cock and balls hanging up against the tub between my legs. Anyway, Master had quickly stroked his massive pole to hardness and was soon entering me, blocking their view of my genitals. Instead they were watching his muscular black ass as he slammed in and out of me, not bothering to hold me down, knowing I would submit because that's what I did. That's who I was.
It didn't take long, and soon I felt Master shooting volley after volley deep inside me, territory he knew very well. After he abruptly pulled out, Master thanked the men for coming to the performance. He laid a bucket (fire-engine red even!) next to the tub and asked for tips for me, showing them what he meant by tossing in a few pennies. The men laughed and did likewise as they walked past me toward the door, glancing at my form slumped over the tub, Master's cum leaking out of my ass and down my shaven legs. Every one of them slapped my ass as they left, part S&M act, part fire-house locker-room ritual, part "thank you" to me for entertaining them. The last slap was especially hard and loud, yet I could have sworn I heard a voice say my name, and the hand that administered that slap stayed on my ass for just a second longer than necessary, giving me almost a caress...
Beneath the bright neon yellow head-cover I was crying tears of joy that fell and mixed with the piss I could smell below me in the tub. I was happy to have pleased my former co-workers, and Master too.
To be continued?
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