girly-cock

Please note, all characters portrayed in this story are over 18.



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Davina stood outside Mistress K’s study, her knees trembling as she tried to smooth down her wild auburn hair. She sniffed back tears and adjusted her short, pleated skirt, knowing all the time it was useless. Her tight white shirt was ripped at the front, giving anyone who glanced in her direction a direct view of plump, tan breasts nestled together in their push up bra, and Davina knew that her mascara had run because of the tears. And it wasn’t even her fault!



She glanced across and saw Mistress K’s secretary, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, give her a sympathetic look. “The Mistress will see you know, Davina.”



Nodding miserably, and hoping that she wouldn’t burst into tears all over again, Davina gently pushed open the heavy wooden door and made her way into Mistress K’s study. The Mistress sat at her desk, and raised her eyebrows as the girl came in.



“Good afternoon, Davina.”



Davina mumbled something about ‘good afternoon’ through a whole new bout of tears and felt her lip start to quiver. Mistress K sighed and slowly raised herself from her chair, making her way around the imposing oak desk until she stood just a few feet from the snivelling girl. Mistress K raised her hand and Davina flinched slightly, expecting to be punished, but instead, the tall, statuesque woman gently touched the girls cheek. Davina peered up through her eyelashes to see a strangely tender expression on the Mistresses normally severe face.



“What are we going to do with you, little flower?” The Mistress whispered. “You’re a mess aren’t you?”



Davina drew in a shuddering breath and nodded.



“When you came to us, you were a boy, a lost, stupid young man with no direction. But we saw your potential, didn’t we? We saw the girl who was waiting to emerge. So beautiful…”



Mistress K’s hand slid slowly down Davina’s neck and cupped her left breast.



“And we made you perfect. A little slut who would bring pleasure wherever she went.” Mistress K’s fingers coiled gently around Davina’s hardening nipple, and with a flick, she pinched, her fingers gripping tightly to the girls sensitive flesh. Davina’s breath left her in a second, but the Mistress did not let go and soon even more tears were running down the girls face.



“And now I hear that you’ve let me down, Davina. I hear that you’ve been playing with something that doesn’t belong to you.”



The Mistresses other hand slid up Davina’s skirt and found the front of the girl’s bulging panties. The Mistress could feel the hardness of a plastic restraint, keeping the girl’s pretty little cock soft and out of reach.



When the Mistress spoke next, it was almost a hiss, and as she spoke, she twisted the cock restraint, making Davina cry out. “This. Belongs. To. Me. Slut. Do you understand?”



Davina nodded, squirming against the pain in her nipple and crotch. “Y…yes Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”



The Mistress let go of the restraint, but kept the nipple tightly between her fingertips, still in a vice like grip. “And now I hear that you’ve been fighting with another girl. Is this true?”



Davina nodded miserably. “Yes, Mistress.”



“But fighting and playing with your cock, that’s what a boy would do, isn’t it Davina? Or should we go back to calling you David? Should we turn you out in the clothes you came in here with, to let you be the boy you clearly wish you still were.”



Davina looked up at her in fright, and in a second, she forgot the pain. The fear of being turned away was far greater. “Please don’t, Mistress, please don’t send me away. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done… but please…”



The girl began to sob, and the Mistress let the girl’s nipple slide through her fingers, freeing it. “What was the fight about, Davina?”



Davina drew in a long, shuddering breath and lowered her eyes. “One of the Dom girls, Natalia, she… she wanted me to do something for her.”



Mistress K nodded. “She wanted to fuck you, didn’t she? She’s quite a rampant little beast, our Natalia. And did you let her?”



Davina hesitated and then shook her head miserably. “No Mistress.”



The Mistress raised an eyebrow and lifted the girl’s chin until she was looking her directly in the eye. “That is, of course, your choice. But may I ask you a question?”



Davina nodded and let her eyes drop once more.



“Have you been leading Natalia on, Davina?”



Davina didn’t say anything. The Mistress continued. “Have you been flirting with her? Perhaps letting those pert breasts of yours brush against her? Perhaps pushing that pert little bottom against Natalia’s cock when she’s behind you in line?”



Davina said nothing. “Davina!” Barked the Mistress.



Davina nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”



“And haven’t you also been writing her little notes?” The Mistress asked, taking something from her pocket. Davina looked up sharply, her face shocked. “How..”



The Mistress smiled lazily. “How did I get these? I know everything that happens here, Davina. Including you writing little notes that say things like “Darling Natalia, you’re so pretty in your uniform I get butterflies’?”



Davina blushed deep scarlet and looked at her shoes.



The Mistress continued reading. “Not to mention the rather more direct ‘Sweet Natalia, I dreamt of your cock last night…’ which although not terribly subtle at least gets your message across. So I understand that you agreed to meet her, and then, rather than enjoying each other’s company, you slapped her and started a fight.”



Davina nodded. The Mistress put the paper on the table and placed her hand on Davina’s back, and pushed her gently towards a corner of the room. Davina did as she was told and let herself be guided by the older woman. “You’re confused, my little flower. I thought we’d got over this, but it seems you still need some instruction.”



Davina glanced up, a frightened expression on her face, but the Mistress gave nothing away as they came to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. The Mistress pressed a switch and the panel swung open, revealing a little cast iron staircase leading upwards. Davina began climbing the stairs and the Mistress closed the secret door behind them. As the Mistress followed the girl up, she couldn’t help but look up that short skirt, at the firm, rounded little ass that swayed back and forwards. Poor Natalia, the Mistress thought, so near and yet…



At the top of the stairs Davina was surprised to see a simple, but beautifully furnished bedroom, dominated by a large bed covered in silk sheets. The French windows opened out onto a small, private balcony, and thin, white drapes drifted backwards and forwards in the summer breeze.



The Mistress walked past the girl and perched on the edge of the bed where she lit a thin cigarette and drew the smoke into her lungs. The Mistress nodded to a small door in the corner of the room.



“Make yourself presentable, and put on the outfit hanging from the back of the door.” The Mistress flicked ash into an ashtray and gazed out of the window.



Davina nodded and hurried across the room. She had no idea what was happening, and in truth, she didn’t really understand what had been going on in her own head for the last few weeks. She found herself in a large bathroom, with a claw-footed bathtub in the centre of the marble floor. She quickly hurried to the mirror and was horrified by what she saw. Her hair was sticking out at all angles and her make-up was smeared all across her face. Quickly, hardly thinking, Davina cleaned her face and began fixing her make-up. Now she was so proficient she could almost do this on automatic, and whilst she made herself up, she let her mind wander. She should probably apologise to Natalia, she admitted to herself. She’d lead the dom girl on… and that was what was confusing. She did find Natalia attractive, but there was something in the back of her mind that still couldn’t seem to make sense of the whole situation, and in times of extreme emotion, seemed to lash out. That was what had happened with the dom girl. They had been kissing in one of the empty supply-rooms, and she had felt the girl’s hand slide up her skirt, a slim finger pushing her panties to one side to gently stroke the smooth pink bud of her anus, when suddenly, Davina had lashed out.



Davina finished her make-up, applying a silky layer of lip-gloss to her pink lips, and began to brush her straight auburn hair until it shone. She knew that she had not felt right as a boy, she understood that now. But even though she had felt liberated the night that Mistress K made her fuck her detested step-father, her mind was still in turmoil. And without the release of being able to play with her cock, she was finding herself acting more and more irrationally. The Matron had found her tugging on her little penis in the shower and had immediately called in the orderlies. They had fitted a pink plastic restraint to her cock and balls which would not allow any pleasure at all. She couldn’t even get hard! And since then, she hadn’t orgasmed once. She felt the lust and confusion building up in her mind more and more every day, but she did not know what to do! And worst of all, she hadn’t been able to see Joseph since the night he, Olivia and Davina had shared together. It was all so unfair.



Davina suddenly realised that she was staring dreamily into the mirror as she brushed her hair and cursed herself for a fool. She was already in trouble with Mistress K. If she kept her waiting, her punishment would be even more brutal! She quickly stripped off her uniform to reveal her perfect little T-Girl body. Long, slim legs rounding out to lithe thighs and wide hips. Her tummy was flat and even a little toned with all the exercise she had been doing, and her breasts, one of the things she liked most about her new look, were round and pert. But as she looked down, she nearly started crying again. There it was, nestled at the top of her thighs, below the little landing strip of red pubic hair, the hated pink restraint.



Davina spun and pattered to the door to see what kinky outfit the Mistress had in store for her, and for a second, she was surprised. A simple, cream silk thigh length nightie hung from the door. Davina took the garment down and felt the smooth cold of the silk under her fingers give her a little thrill. She quickly slipped into the nightie and settled the thin straps over her narrow shoulders. As the material flowed over her body, Davina felt her nipples harden. Her little imprisoned cock hurt suddenly as it tried to harden in sympathy. Davina took a breath and felt the pain dissipate. Also hanging from the door was a little pair of cream silk g-string panties. She quickly pulled them up her long legs and settled them into place, but was disappointed to see the line of the panties ruined by the hated plastic restraint.



Davina breathed deeply and smoothed down the nightie and then, slowly opened the bathroom door, her head down, meekly hoping that her punishment would not be too severe. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard soft music playing. Looking up, Davina saw Mistress K reclining on the broad bed, her clothes were piled neatly on a chair in the corner. The Mistress was completely naked, still smoking a thin cigarette and looking at Davina through heavy lidded eyes. This was the first time that Davina had seen the Mistress without clothes, and her breath caught in her throat. The T-woman was beautiful. Her skin was flawless, brown and soft. Her long body spoke of elegance, small firm breasts and narrow hips and her long legs ended in surprisingly petite feet for such a tall woman. And below a small, well trimmed bush of dark pubic hair, lying across the woman’s soft, supple thigh, was the thick, heavy penis that Davina had already learned to fear. She had felt that cock, hard as steel, gagging her, buried in her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. But now, as it lay soft, Davina thought that it looked beautiful.



The Mistress shifted and pulled her dark hair behind her ear and beckoned to Davina. The girl made her way across the room, her knees shaking, her whole body trembling. Everything about this seemed strange. She had never seen the Mistress look so beautiful, so feminine… or so vulnerable.



Davina knelt at the edge of the bed, aware that her nipples her like little hard little bullets, showing through the material of her nightie. The Mistress smiled and placed her cigarette in a glass ashtray by the side of the bed, the aromatic smoke teasing Davina’s nose.



“Do you like what you see, Davina?” Asked the Mistress in a low, husky voice.



Davina lowered her eyes and then looked up and nodded. When she spoke she felt her voice catch in her throat. “You’re beautiful, Mistress.”



The older woman smiled and stretched seductively. As she did, she gently spread her legs and pulled her feet back towards her bottom, revealing her most vulnerable place, her tight, dark little rosebud. Davina couldn’t take her eyes of the Mistress. She would never have believed that she would see this woman, this icon, laying back and opening herself in such a submissive way.



The Mistress beckoned again, and with trembling limbs, Davina crawled down the bed. The Mistress stopped her with a raised finger when the girls head was almost level with her spread thighs.



“Breath in, little flower. Taste the air.” The Mistresses voice was low and hypnotic. Davina breathed in deeply and she could smell the light perfume that the Mistress always wore, mixed with the cream scent of warm skin. And below that, the slightly salty scent of the the Mistresses cock, a musky, heady undertone.



“Do you want to fuck me, little flower?” Mistress K whispered. “Do you want to own me, to take your cock and force it into me while I moan for you?”



Davina was trembling with the mix of emotions. Somewhere, deep inside her, something did want to grasp the Mistress, to force her thighs wider still and to enter her, to take control. But there was another part of her that was starting to become more aware… of the breeze on her skin, of the cool feel of silk stroking her breasts and bottom. Of the beautiful sight of that long, thick penis that now rested over the Mistress smooth, heavy scrotum. Of a trembling warmth that was running through her tummy, making her nipples tingle, making her little anus contract over and over in a way that made it hard to think.



She looked up to see the Mistress staring straight into her soul. Davina finally found her voice and when she spoke it was in a hushed whisper. “I don’t… I can’t…”



The Mistress smiled a broad, knowing smile. “But it’s here for you.” The Mistress let a slim finger run down her body, over her slim stomach, over the line of her penis, to rest on her opening.



Davina trembled even more, and she couldn’t take her eyes of the Mistresses finger. “…No… Mistress. I… I can’t.”



The Mistress smiled even more broadly and lifted her hand from her opening to rest it against Davina’s lips. As she did the woman brought her thighs back together once more, her skin whispering on the silk sheets. “You shouldn’t play with your cock, little flower. You’re not like me. You’re little penis is adorable, but it’s not for you, is it?”



Davina slowly shook her head.



The Mistress let her hand drift across to her penis and began gently stroking the skin with the tips of her painted fingernails. “You could have had an opportunity to own me. To make me yours, but it’s not in you, is it? Do you know why you’re so confused and frustrated all the time, little flower?”



Davina shook her head, her eyes watching the woman’s hand stroke that beautiful penis.



“It’s because you still think with this.” The Mistress leaned forward and tapped the plastic of Davina’s restraint through her panties. “When you should be thinking,” the woman leaned forward and let her hand slide between Davina’s soft, tan thighs and then turned it, her fingers reaching up to press against Davina’s anus, “with this.”



Davina’s breath came in short gasps.



“Learn to cum using toys, or your fingers, little flower. But most of all, learn to cum from someone else’s cock.” The Mistresses fingers were rubbing on Davina’s opening with small but firm circling motions, making the girl’s thighs tremble in an adorable way. “Learn that what goes in here.” the Mistress pushed and her finger slowly slid into Davina’s lubed hole, making her moan. “Will make all of your cares and frustration come flowing out of here.” With her other hand, the Mistress gripped the restraint and pulled on it gently.



“Y…Yes, Mistress.” Davina gasped, sweat forming on her brow.



The Mistress grabbed the back of Davina’s head and slowly brought it to within an inch of her cock. “Taste the air again, little flower. Tell me what you taste.”



Davina drew in another breath and now the scent of the Mistresses beautiful penis was almost overwhelming.



“I can smell…” Davina hesitated.



The Mistress tightened her grip on the girl’s hair. “Tell me, Davina.”



Davina closed her eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t be punished for her answer. “I can smell cock, Mistress.”



The Mistress smiled. “Good girl.”



The Mistress held the girl’s head in place whilst she grasped her penis and pulled back the skin to reveal the shining, broad head, already starting to ooze a little pre-cum. She pulled once or twice on the thick, veined shaft, and then began to rub the head across Davina’s cheek, leaving a slippery trail of clear pre-cum. She moved the head a little and then rubbed it with glacier speed between the girl’s top lip and her nose, leaving a thick band of slimy liquid behind.



She lifted the girl’s head, pleased to see the lines of pre-cum glisten in the summer light. “Breath in, little flower.”



Davina breathed in deeply through her nose. The scent was intoxicating, pure sex, pure excitement. The Mistress smiled as she saw Davina’s cheeks flush.



“Whenever you have that scent in your nostrils, it means that someone is hard for you. That they want to have you, to be inside you. And when they’re inside you, that’s when all of your passion, all of your frustration can come loose.”



She stroked the girls face and smiled as the Davina turned to take the woman’s fingers in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them.



“Shall I show you how to use you hole to cum, little flower?” the Mistresses voice was hypnotising. Davina nodded and reluctantly let the Mistresses fingers fall from her mouth.



“If you want to cum, you need a hard cock. Get me hard, Davina.”



Davina lowered her head and once more took in the heady aroma of the Mistresses thick sex. She began butterfly kissing along its length, darting little kisses that made the Mistress groan and lie back against the pillows. She nestled her nose in between the Mistresses thighs and began letting her cheeks stroke the woman’s heavy balls. And then her bright little tongue slipped out, darting little licks to the Mistresses balls, in quick succession, nuzzling and licking.



Davina felt the heavy length of her Mistress cock twitch and began to harden. She looked up at Mistress K with her big green eyes, and slowly and deliberately licked her way up the smooth perfumed shaft. The Mistress gazed into her eyes as the T-girl licked her cock like a lollipop, watching as she reached the tip and strings of clear pre-cum slid from her tongue. Again and and again the girl licked, feeling each beautiful vein in that thick shaft before lowering her head and opening her pink lips, letting one of the Mistresses heavy balls fall into her mouth. Davina gently sucked, swirling her tongue around her prize as the Mistress drew in a hiss of breath.



And then Davina let her tongue describe a wiggling path back up the shaft until she was eye level with the huge, bulbous head of her Mistresses penis. Dew drops of pre-cum quivered at the top of the shaft and Davina lowered her head and kissed the very tip, letting her tongue lap up her Mistresses excitement. She felt the thick, salty texture roll over her tongue, and loved it, felt more feminine than she had for weeks. And suddenly it was too much, she bobbed her head and took that beautiful head deep into her soft warm mouth.

“Ohhh… My little flower…” The Mistress grasped Davina’s hair and pushed her down, deeper onto the shaft. Davina’s lips were spread wide as the huge invader came into her mouth, inch by inch, until it reached her throat. Davina gagged slightly and the Mistress pulled her head back, letting the cock pop from her lips. The girls lips and chin were still connected to the Mistresses cock with thick ribbons of pre-cum and saliva.



“What do you want, Davina?” Mistress K asked in a strange, intense voice.



“I want to cum, Mistress.”



The Mistress smiled. “Good girl.”



The Mistress reached forwards and unhooked the shoulder straps of the girls nightie, letting it tumble down to gather at her waist. Davina reached down to remove her panties, but the Mistress held her hands still. “I can get to what I want without you taking them off. Which means..”



Davina’s eyes were wicked and bright as she answered. “That I can get what I want without taking them off.”



Mistress K smiled and reached across to the side table where a vial of clear liquid waited. She nodded to Davina who held her hands out and she poured a measure of the liquid into her waiting palms.



Davina began to stroke the Mistresses rock hard cock, letting the lube flow all over it — she used two hands, twisting them, watching the woman groan and shift under her hands.



“Now, little flower. I need to be inside you.”



Davina moved forwards, spreading her legs across the Mistresses thighs, sliding herself up until she felt the hot, wet length of her Mistresses beautiful penis slide across the sensitive skin of her perineum, She leaned back and pull her g-string to one side and reaching behind her, took the cock in one fist, slowly pumping it as Mistress K stared straight into her eyes.



Davina lowered her tummy and gently pushed back until she felt the shaft between her soft silken cheeks. The lube was making everything slippery and for a few seconds she moved her hips, sliding the cock up and down. And then she held it steady and slowly pushed backwards.



The tip of Mistress K’s huge cock kissed the centre of Davina’s most secret place, and for a few seconds, Davina held it there, and then, with a little groan she pushed backwards.



At first she let just a few fractions of an inch in, then let it slide out, just teasing her little boy-pussy, preparing it for its overlarge visitor. She pushed back further and felt the tip push in a little further. The sensation was incredible, the heat from that magnificent cock seemed to radiate straight into her tummy, and the feeling of being spread was indescribable. But she got a little greedy, hooked on that feeling of entry and pushed back harder.



The Mistress watched, entranced as the girl’s expression turned from one of bliss to one of pain.



“Take it, little flower. You need it to get what you want.”



Davina’s beautiful face was adorable as she bit her lip, and pushed back a little further. The huge head was halfway in to her blossoming rosebud, an intruder too thick and too hard to be welcome.



Mistress K watched Davina start to pant against the pain, gasping as she looked at her with those beautiful green eyes. With a grunt that seemed to come from deep within her, Davina pushed back and felt the head of her Mistresses penis pass through her sphincter. Davina gave a small scream and looked up at her Mistress, sweat running down her face and across her breasts, with an expression of pain and fear.



“Stay still for a while, little flower.” Mistress K whispered, stroking the girl’s now sweat tangled hair. Davina gave a low moan and the woman could see adorable little tears pricking out from the corner of the girl’s eyes.



“Does it hurt, Davina?” Asked the Mistress.



Davina nodded, her eyes almost desperate. The Mistress reached out and caressed the girls breasts.



“It will be worth it, I promise. But the pain is part of your duty.”



Davina nodded weakly and the Mistress, gripped the girl’s nipples between her fingers, making her hiss. Mistress K tightened her grip and pushed forwards. Davina’s breath came in ragged gasps as the thick veined shaft was slid further and further into her body. She was trembling, body shaking like a leaf and Mistress K delighted in feeling the girl’s little ass spasm around her.



Mistress K continued pushing her down and Davina’s insides felt like they were on fire. She splayed her legs out as far as they would go, trying to make room for that huge cock, shoulders heaving as she drew in deep gasps, sweat running down her narrow back.



With a shouted groan that came from deep inside the girl’s body, Davina pushed backwards, and felt the last few inches of the slippery shaft penetrate her anus. She leant back shivering, her breasts heaving, fully impaled, imprisoned on her Mistresses sex.



Mistress K looked at the girl and was amazed to see, yes, pain, but also… Victory in the girl’s face?



Davina made a noise that sounded almost like a shuddering purr and one hand slid down her body to her imprisoned girly-cock.



“No, Davina!” Snapped Mistress K. The look in the girl’s eyes was wild and defiant and the Mistress changed her tone slightly.



“You were made to take cock, that is your purpose. Gain pleasure from the gift I’m giving you.” the Mistresses voice was low and swept around the room. “Reach back and feel how beautiful you are, little flower.”



Davina looked puzzled for a few seconds, and then, slowly reached back. Mistress K felt questing fingers stroking her scrotum and then Davina’s wild eyes met hers.



Davina slowly moved her fingers around and felt the hot, stretched skin of her entrance, wrapped around the thick cock, gripping it, holding it.



“Your little cunt feels beautiful, Davina. Can you feel how perfect it feels around me?”



Davina rubbed slick fingers all around her tortured hole and the sensation was incredible, as though every nerve ending was one hundred percent completely honed.



Davina leant forwards, little groans coming as she sifted her weight, until her face was inches from Mistress K’s. Davina leant her head forward and licked the woman’s lips with the top of her tongue.



“Fuck me, Mistress.” She breathed.



Mistress K pulled a little of her length out of its beautiful home and slowly pushed it back in. Davina growled and before Mistress K knew what was happening the girl was kissing her passionately, her little tongue meeting the Mistresses own. Mistress K never kissed her sluts, but this was overpowering. She kissed Davina back and bit the T-girls lip before starting to thrust into the little sluts hole.



Davina began pushing back, her behind was on fire, but she didn’t care, her little penis was struggling against the restraint, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the growing, incredible feeling of her Mistresses thick cock pumping in an out of her. She felt complete, she felt like she was born to do this.



Davina leant backwards, resting her hands on the bed behind her and started grinding her rosebud down, twisting, making Mistress K moan. Then, using her thighs, banging up and down, hearing their flesh slap together, feeling the tip of that wonderful cock touch the very centre if her being.



And then its started to happen. Her whole body felt as though it was filled with electricity, a feeling that touched her neck, her nipples, her tummy, her little cock, and most of all, her anal opening. She plunged her body down harder and harder and, though the cage would not let her get hard, she began to feel an incredible sensation. Her cum was sliding from her, not in spurts as it did when she played with her little cock, but in long, smooth ejaculations that matched the rhythm of the cock fucking her ass. Davina began to shout, a low sound that got more and more intense. Mistress K bucked against her harder and harder, until the girl spasmed once, then again and came to a juddering stop.



She looked down at Mistress K, her eyes alight with lust and completion, their sweaty skin sliding together. Davina slumped forwards and felt her breasts tingle as they touched Mistress K’s. She kissed her Mistress, slowly, lovingly, and her Mistress kissed her back.



Mistress K spoke in a flat, lust filled voice. “One thing you’ll learn, my little flower, is that we’re not finished until you’re filled with someone’s seed.”



With a snarl, she turned Davina over until Mistress K was on top, between the girl’s thighs, still embedded inside her. Mistress K looked down at the damp patch of cum on the girl’s panties seeping through the restraint, and it was enough to send her into a fury of pounding. Davina spread her legs as wide as they would go, and she hung on for dear life, feeling that huge penis swell and fill her with every stroke, until, with a scream, the Mistress exploded into her, filling her insides with string after string of thick white sperm.



Mistress K slumped down on her pupil, drawing in deep breaths. The girl’s eyes were glazed and Mistress K knew that she had given her toy another orgasm.



The Mistress leaned upwards and gently pulled her softening cock from the girls opening. She took Davina’s hand and led it down until she was touching her ravaged hole. Davina felt her anus stretched wide, gaping, and with a warm gush, what felt like half a cup of semen flowing out onto her fingers. Davina locked her green eyes to her Mistresses and reached her hand up, watching the cum slide over over fingers, falling on her breasts. Deliberately she brought the fingers to her lips, letting the cum flow into her mouth and over her face.



Mistress K smiled. “What sort of little monster have I created?”



Davina smiled back.



A few days later Davina walked hand in hand with Olivia though the finishing school’s manicured grounds. Holding hands with Olivia seemed so natural that Davina only had vague recollections of how he would once have looked at the scene. Two sissy boys holding hands and dressed in short skirts and tight white T’s, tottering along on high heels with knee socks making the picture complete. But Davina knew that David had been wrong, that this must be right because it felt so right.



“Are you feeling as bit better now?” Olivia asked with a cheeky, sideways glance.



Davina blushed through her tan and nodded. Olivia giggled. “I can’t believe that you couldn’t walk right for two days. I thought that was only, like a joke or something.”



Davina smiled shyly. “You’ve had that thing inside you. You know how big it is!”



Olivia nodded. “I think you had a much better time than I did though.” She said, remembering the punishment fuck she had received on the Mistresses desk.



Davina looked dreamy for a few seconds and then realised that her friend was watching her. “What?” She asked.



Olivia leant in close and Davina felt her friends breast brush her arm. “She’s never done that with anyone else you know. You’re, like, a miracle. She actually wanted you to cum. Next thing you know you guys’ll be kissing.”



Davina coloured again and Olivia paled a little. She let Davina’s hand slip from her own. “She kissed you?”



Davina nodded and hugged her chest. She couldn’t figure out why Olivia was being so strange.



“Maybe,” Olivia said slowly, “it’s best if we don’t get too close. Not if you belong to her now. I don’t want her mad at me again.” Davina shook her head, feeling her ponytail dance across the top of her back. “Don’t be stupid.” She quickly looked around. “Come with me.” She whispered and hurried off into a small border of trees.



Olivia hurried after and could barely keep up. Heels weren’t exactly made for this kind of terrain. She eventually caught up with Davina in a little clearing deep in the woods. Davina was waiting for her, cheeks flushed.



“I don’t…” Olive started, before Davina put her arms around her friends waist and kissed her deeply. The kiss went on for several seconds and their bodies pressed closely together.



Eventually Davina pulled back and looked her friend deep in the eyes, gripping her hands close. “You’re my best friend, Olivia. I… I don’t know what’s happening with Mistress K, but I know that I love you.”



Olivia flushed and looked like she might cry.



“Don’t cry, Olivia. There’s enough people out in the real world who’ll be mean to us. Who’ll call us freaks because they’re too stupid to understand that this is right. We need all the support we can get.”



Olivia leaned forwards and kissed her friend, their tongues sliding over one another. Davina felt Olivia’s hand slide down her tummy and over the front of her panties. Davina no longer had to wear the restraint, not now that she knew how much pleasure she could get from having a real cock inside her.



In the woods came the sound of a twig snapping. Olivia and Davina stepped back from one another and looked around. They shouldn’t really be this far from the house, but… A shadow moved in the woods.



“Quick!” Whispered Davina. “We’ve got to get back!”



They started running towards the house, but Olivia turned her ankle, falling to the ground. Davina stopped and hurried back. She had nearly reached her friend when she felt someone grab her from behind. She struggled, but a cloth was rammed in front of her mouth. As things began to go black she saw another figure grappling with Olivia. Before Davina blacked out the figure grabbing Olivia turned. It was a face she recognised. It was her step-father.



Davina came blearily awake in a lot of discomfort. She was face down on a rubber service that was jolting underneath her. A gag stretched her mouth wide, and she could feel drool on her cheek. Her hands were pulled behind her, and had been tied to her ankles. She was hogtied. In the darkness she heard an engine roar and as she looked across she saw the still unconscious form of Olivia, also gagged and hogtied lying just a few inches from her. They were lying in the back of a truck.



After a few minutes the vehicle came to a halt and Davina heard the sound of car doors slamming. The doors opened behind her and a man’s boot appeared by her face.



Davina eyes were wide as the face of her step-father came into view. He looked awful, haggard, eyes bloodshot, unshaven. He also smelled of alcohol.



His voice was a rasp when he spoke. “Good, you’re awake, you little faggot. I just wanted you to know, before your little journey, that I did this to you. Primping and dressin’ up like a girl is disgustin’, and you’re gonna get exactly what you deserve.”



Davina didn’t move a muscle, terrified at what this horrible, desperate man would do. She watched his eyes turn to the unconscious Olivia. “But maybe,” he said, “I can get myself a little time with your friend before you leave. Would you like to watch me fuck her, bitch?”



Davina felt her eyes tear when suddenly another man dragged her step-father out of the back of the truck.



“Leave them alone, dipshit, or we’ll finish this up and drop your body in the fucking ocean. Understand?” The man’s voice was deep and menacing, and she heard her step-father mumble an apology.



The unknown man suddenly leant over her and quickly shone a light into her eyes one after another.



“Sedate them again.” He said gruffly. Davina struggled and moaned against her bonds, but in a few moments she felt the cruel jab of a needle being poked into her arm, and within seconds she felt everything going black once more.



Davina awoke slowly, her head felt groggy and her mouth was dry. Opening her eyes she looked up at a white ceiling, and for a second wondered if she was still in her room at the Finishing School. Suddenly, everything came back to her, the abduction, the drugging…



“Olivia!” She said, her voice sounding croaky, and she quickly looked around, feeling her head swim.



In the corner of the room sat a beautiful Japanese woman, looking at her kindly. Her voice was light and tinged with an American accent. “Your friend is safe, Davina.” The woman said calmly.



Davina suddenly realised that she was lying on a thin bed, naked under a soft white sheet. She brought the sheet up to cover her breasts and the woman smiled, though not cruelly, before getting to her feet. The sound of her 3 inch heels echoed around the silent room and Davina could see that the woman was dressed in a very unusual outfit. It was one piece of see-through material, caught around her breasts and sweeping round her body to circle her hips. Beneath the material, Davina could see that the woman was like her, with a small penis tucked between her thighs. The woman was very petite, and very pretty, and she seemed like she was a friend.



“W…what happened?” Asked Davina as the woman picked up a cup of water and handed it to her.



The woman looked her in the eye and Davina could see that she would not like the answer. “You have been acquired by the Cabal, Davina.”



Davina looked at her in incomprehension and then began sipping at the water, feeling the beautiful cool liquid flow down her throat. “I don’t…”



The woman perched on the edge of the bed. “Listen carefully, and understand that what I say is the truth. What has happened to you can not be undone.”



Davina nodded, now more scared than ever.



The woman continued. “The Cabal is a like minded group of business men who enjoy girls like us.” The woman let one hand brush the front of her crotch, and Davina could now see that the woman’s little penis was wrapped in what looked like tiny jewels.



“However, being found with someone like us could do very serious damage to their reputations, and so they came up with a plan. They built this complex several years ago. I do not know what country it is in, only that we are surrounded on all sides by miles of dry, barren desert. There is only one road in and that is guarded from miles out. There is no escape.”



Davina began to pale and to shake a little at the Japanese woman’s words.



“The Cabal are very wealthy and very powerful, and what they cannot buy, they take. There are many girls like us at the complex, and each and every one of us was abducted from different parts of the world. Nobody knows where we are, or even if we’re still alive.”



Davina pushed her hair back behind her ear with a shaking hand. “But… but what do they want with us?”



The woman stared at her own hands for a while. “Do you know what a harem is, Davina?” She asked.



Davina nodded.



“That,” said the woman, “is what we are. We are slaves to these men’s every sexual fantasy and desire. Whatever they can imagine, we must make real for them.” She held Davina’s hand tightly. “You must never disobey them. You must never say no. And unless you are sworn to one man, you must never turn any man down.”



Davina was trying to understand, it was all happening so soon. “Sworn to one man… I don’t understand.”



The Japanese woman slowly lifted the diaphanous material covering her thighs. Davina could see that the woman’s small penis was dotted with tiny jewels, but that in the centre was a cruel gold piercing that shot straight through the sensitive flesh. Attached to the piercing a was a gold chain that flowed underneath the woman’s small balls, pulling her penis back between her legs. The woman slowly turned to reveal that the chain rose up between her full ass cheeks to join a jewelled butt plug, thrust firmly into her sensitive behind. “I was picked by one of the men to belong only to him. It is rare, but sometimes they do it to show power over other members of the Cabal. Eventually I will once more become just another part of the harem when he has grown bored of me or made his point to the other members, but until then, this,” the woman let her finger tap on the jewelled plug, “shows that I belong to him and him alone.”



Davina felt tears trickle down her cheeks. “What happens now?”



The Japanese woman turned to face the door. “Now we must prepare you to meet the other girls.”

Davina put one hand across her breasts and other across her crotch as she followed the woman out of the small room. They made their way down clinical corridors until they came to a small room with a shower cubical and toilet. “Rise yourself out and then wash yourself.” The woman murmured, handing Davina an enema.



Half an hour later, Davina was wrapped in a thick towel, and although still scared, she felt at least a little more human. The Japanese woman led her down another corridor when Davina gently put one hand on her arm. The woman turned and smiled, a curious look on her face.



“Please,” said Davina, “I don’t know your name.”



The woman smiled and placed her hand on Davina’s shoulder. “I’m Miki. If you ever need anything, I’ll try to help you as best I can. But here, the only one who can help you is yourself.”



Davina nodded and looked around quickly. “Is there really no escape?”



Miki shook her head sadly. “The staff detest us. They are as much slaves as we are, and they have to scrub floors and clean up after us whilst they see us spending our days parading our bodies around like harlots.” Miki gripped Davina’s arm more firmly. “And beware the guards. If they offer you the chance to escape, ignore them. If you go with them, they will not set you free, they will only make you wish you had never left.”



Davina nodded dumbly and let her eyes drop, following Miki through the corridor. They soon found themselves in what looked like a small, simple salon where a surly woman quickly pushed Davina into a chair and styled her hair. It was a little shorter than she was used to, but when she tried to object, the woman simply snarled at her and continued with her work.



After that, Miki quickly helped her with her make-up, another style she wasn’t used to with kohl around her eyes and too much foundation. She looked into the mirror and see a slutty goth looking porn star staring back at her. It was all happening so fast that Davina didn’t know what to do, but having the reassuring figure of Miki close by made her feel a little better.



Miki then she led her into a room filled with outfits from every country and all periods of history. Togas hung next to ball gowns and tight leather jeans.



“Most of these are for special parties — the men may decide that they want a theme for the evening and the girls have to dress accordingly. But for the most part you will wear outfits like these.” Miki unhooked a tiny white bikini top from a hangar and helped Davina remove her towel. The bikini straps tied behind her back and her neck, and as Miki helped her position it, she was horrified to see the two tiny white triangles of material barely covering her nipples. Miki then swiftly searched beneath the shelves and found a tall pair of open toed stiletto heels and helped Davina slip them onto her feet.



Davina stood in front of the mirror and waited whilst Miki picked up a pair of strange looking bikini bottoms. Miki tied one little ribbon and then the other and pulled them high up onto Davina’s thighs. She put her hand to her mouth in disbelief as she looked into the mirror.



“They’re too small!” Davina gasped. The tiny bottoms had a small triangle of white fabric at the front and at the back, but at the front it was indecent. Rather than covering her little girly-cock, the bottoms only covered her small testicles holding them tightly in pace and at the same time lifted her cock upwards as though presenting it so that it was visible for everyone to see.



Davina automatically covered her penis with one hand when Miki caught hold of her hand firmly. “Never cover yourself.” The woman whispered in a tight voice. “Never. It will be seen as a sign of pride and they will punish you severely.”



Davina felt her eyes tearing as she let her hand slowly drop to her side. Miki smiled kindly and stood behind her, looking in the mirror. “You are very beautiful, Davina. I think that your beauty may guarantee you some protection.”



Davina nodded miserably and followed Miki through the door and into bright sunlight. They were in a beautiful garden, surrounded on all sides by flowers and running water. The heat from the sun was powerful, and as Davina looked up, shielding her eyes, she could see a fiercely blue sky, totally empty of any clouds whatsoever.



Miki glanced at her. “When we get to the women’s garden I shall have them bring you some sun tan lotion. We don’t want you to burn.”



Miki led her through the garden and Davina felt incredibly exposed, the warm air reaching every part of her nearly naked body. She felt like a slut, her little girly-cock pressing up against her pubic hair, held in place for all to see by her bikini bottoms, her heels clicking on the flag stones echoing around the walled garden.



They walked through the heat, seeing nobody until they came to broad door leading into a palatial sitting room. A serving woman, dressed in a severe, dark outfit, glanced up at them with barely disguised contempt, but made way for them as they made their way into the living room. Fresh cut flowers were everywhere, and a well stocked oak drinks cabinet sat in one corner of the room.



Miki spoke in a whisper. “It is still early, and if we are lucky we will reach the women’s garden before…”



She was suddenly silent as the sound of footsteps walking across the marble floor stopped her.



“So there you are, Miki.” The man’s voice was deep and cultured, with a slight French accent. “They told me you were showing a new girl around.”



Miki turned, and Davina was amazed to see a bright smile appear in the woman’s face, as though by magic. “Master. It’s so good to see you back at the complex. This is Davina, one of the new girls”



Davina turned, trembling and saw a dignified man in his mid-forties, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit standing by the back of one of the couches. Miki moved to him and placed her hands on his chest. The man was staring at Davina with a broad, unnerving smile.



“Very nice, very nice indeed.” The man said, taking in Davina’s beautiful form. His gaze lingered on her little cock, peeping above her tight white bikini bottoms. Without taking his eyes from Davina he grasped Miki roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her until she was leaning forwards over the back of the couch, tottering on her heels, her rounded ass raised into the air.



“Has anyone taken what’s mine, whilst I’ve been away, Miki?” The man asked, his voice intense, all the while staring Davina.



Miki’s voice came in a gasp as she struggled to breath. “No master. Your property has not been touched. It is all for you.”



The man smiled cruelly, still staring at Davina. “Come here, slut.”



Davina paused for a second and then made trembling limbs move. She stood a few inches from the man, her breath coming quickly making her full breasts rise up and down.



“Please master.” Miki gasped over the sofa. “Please ignore that slut, I’ve been without your beautiful cock for so long that I need it now.”



The man swiftly brought his palm down on Miki’s raised behind, making the woman cry out. “Be quiet, slut.” The man looked at Davina as he undid his fly slowly and deliberately. He looked at Davina who quickly understood what she was supposed to do. With a trembling hand she reached into the man’s pants and pulled out a long, thin, but very hard cock. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she dare not raise her eyes.



The man held his own penis and stroked it once or twice, then turned his body to face Miki. He reached up and grasped the jewelled plug sticking from her anal opening and pulled. The plug was bigger than Davina had expected and the wide object was made of pure silver metal, stretching the little ring as it finally slid free, leaving Miki’s entrance gaping slightly. The man stared Davina straight in the eyes as he dropped the plug. The plug dropped a few inches and then jolted on the chain connected to Miki’s girly-cock. The woman cried out in pain when suddenly the man thrust the full length of his cock into the Japanese girl making her scream again.



The man stood that way for a few seconds, deeply embedded in the T-girl, her long legs quivering, trying to maintain balance and spread wide for him. The man reached up and cupped Davina’s cheek on one hand as he started to slide his cock brutally back and forwards into his slave.



He spoke through tight lips, his voice harsh. “I have had a long flight and I need rest… Otherwise I’d have you brought to my rooms right now. What is your name, slut?”



Davina mumbled her name, trying to ignore the fierce pounding that her new friend was taking just inches away.



The man smiled. “Ah, Davina. A beautiful name. Have you ever had two cocks inside your ass at the same time, Davina?”



Davina’s shock at the unexpected question must have been obvious, because the man slowed down his stroke and almost laughed out loud. “Aren’t you precious, little Davina.”



With that he turned once more to Miki and began pounding the woman’s boy-pussy with hard strokes, almost pushing her off her feet, making her gasp and cry out. Finally with a grunt the man came to a halt, pushing himself into the girls anus as far as he would go.



The man grabbed Miki’s hair roughly. “You know what to do, slut.”



“Y…yes Master.” Miki gasped, and reached down between her thighs to grasp the swinging metal plug. As the man pulled out, Davina could see a thick pool of his semen coming from Miki’s ravaged opening. But before it could escape Miki pushed the metal plug back into her bottom, pushing it all the way back inside.



The man wiped his sticky cock on Miki’s thin see-though outfit and then placed it in his trousers. “And now,” he said, “I think a brandy, before a nap.” He turned without another word and walked from the room.



Davina quickly leant down and helped Miki get stiffly to her feet. The Japanese woman looked a little wild eyed and breathless.



“Are you okay, Miki?” Davina held her steady as the T-woman’s knees shook for a few seconds. Miki breathed deeply and nodded.



“Yes… Yes.” Miki said and gathered herself, pushing her hair back behind her ears.



“Thank you for doing that, Miki.” Davina said. “Thank you for keeping him away from me.”



Miki nodded and looked at the other girl. “I won’t be able to do it again.” She said in a low whisper.



Miki, still shaking from her brutal invasion, led Davina through the complex, though exquisite rooms and gardens. The only other people about were cleaning staff who looked at them with open hostility.



Finally they cam to a huge door guarded by a truly enormous man. He nodded to the two women and opened the door, allowing them through. Davina immediately found herself in a bright garden, filled with grass and flowers. Water bubbled everywhere and a deep swimming pool sat to one side. Loungers and bean bags were everywhere, but that wasn’t what amazed Davina. It was the girls. Dozens of them, of all nationalities, all colours, lounging or chatting in the heat. They all wore tiny bikinis or see-through outfits like Mikis, or some were nude all together. And between the thighs of every single hung a penis, some large, some small, but all showing that these girls were special.



Davina looked around open mouthed when Miki put her hand on her shoulder. “Please excuse me… I just need to… Fix myself up.”



Davina nodded and watched the woman walk away across the garden. As soon as Davina turned, Olivia was grasping her in a full hug, kissing her cheek and in seconds they were both in tears.



“Thank god you’re safe!” Breathed Olivia. “I was so worried about you!”



Davina hugged her friends close. “I missed you too.” She said simply.



Several of the woman lounging around the pool looked up and smiled at the reunion, and Davina felt a little overwhelmed by everything.



“Shall we sit down and try to figure out what’s going on?” She asked Olivia. The other girl nodded and they walked to a shaded spot at the corner of the garden. Together they went over everything that had happened, and Davina told Olivia that escape was useless.



Olivia raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, baby. We belong to the Mistress, and nobody steals from her and gets away with it.”



Davina smiled at her friend’s confidence. “I hope you’re right, Olivia. I really do.”



The morning went by and Olivia introduced Davina to a few of the other girls that she had met in the garden. Nobody here seemed to be concerned at all about showing their flesh, nobody was embarrassed in the slightest. And Davina found herself looking at the beautiful, varied bodies around her with growing excitement, especially when two of the girls, one a statuesque African woman and woman who Davina thought might be from Brazil, started to apply oil to one another to get the best of the sun. At one point Olivia even seemed to be getting a little jealous and pulled Davina into a deep kiss. It was only then that Davina saw what Olivia was wearing, a tiny mini-dress, that barely contained her plump breasts and finished at the top of her hips, exposing everything to the world.



Their kissing got quite quite intense when one of the women pressed her hand against Davina’s shoulder and pointed. As with many of the women there, they did not speak a common language, but her point was quite clear. The huge man from outside the garden doors was walking around handing pieces of paper to various T-girls. They quickly read the paper and got to their feet, disappearing into the small doors that surrounded the garden.



Davina felt her tummy tighten as the huge man came to their little group and looked down at Olivia and Davina, then handed them each a piece of paper. The other girls looked a little sad, when suddenly Miki appeared. She seemed her usual, kindly self, and she asked Olivia and Davina to follow her into one of the little side rooms.



It was a small space with one double bed in the centre and plenty of closet space. “This,” said Miki, “is the room you two will share. The piece of paper gives you your instructions for the day, it gives you a number which tells you which outfit to wear from your closet, and the time you are to leave the garden. You will then be escorted to your location by the staff.”



Davina and Olivia both looked worried. After the relaxing morning, it had almost seemed as though maybe this place would not be so bad, but the reality of the situation was now hitting home.



Miki looked at them closely. “The one small mercy of this place is that you know everyone is clean. All of the girls are regularly tested, as are the guests. The men would not come here if they weren’t. Should they give another man a disease, the other men would have them killed.”



Davina took in a shuddering breath, and Olivia grasped her hand as Miki went on. “After you have serviced a guest, if they are not still using you, make your way to one of the rooms marked with the pink flower. There you can clean yourself, make yourself look presentable and change your outfit if necessary, before going back out to your allotted section.”



Olivia glanced at piece of paper, looking scared and puzzled. “It says that we’re on table duty…”



Miki cut her off. “No, you are on table duty, Davina has other duties. Now quickly get ready or you will be punished.”



The girls looked at Miki and each other in shock. Being put through this horrible experience was one thing, but at least they both assumed that they’d have each other.



They opened their closets and Olivia quickly took out a lacy white bra that matched the number on the piece of paper. It fit her perfectly and as she reached for the panties she saw that they were of a matching set, but that they were crotchless. Her face blanched a little as she slid the panties up her legs and started searching for the matching shoes.



“I don’t believe this. Those pervs want me to go out there with crotchless panties, I…” Olivia turned and immediately stopped. Davina stood at the other side of the room, wearing a black corset that massively accentuated her slim waist and broadened her hips. Her breasts, rather than being covered, flowed over the top of the corset, resting on a black lace balcony. Her long tan legs were clad in black stockings, clipped to the corset with three clasps on each side.



Olivia she saw that her friend was pale. “Are you okay, Davina?”



Davina took a deep breath and nodded. “At least you get panties, crotchless or not.”



Olivia’s eyes widened. “What did you get?”



Davina held out a small pink ribbon which she carefully tied into her hair.



Olivia picked up her shoes and went to her friend, kissing her. “We’ll be fine. I know we will.”



Davina kissed her back and hoped that it was true.



An hour later, Davina was being led through the complex by one of the surly serving staff. Olivia had been taken away half an hour before, and Davina had no idea where her friend was. She understood that she was to keep moving through a small complex of rooms where the Cabal’s highly valued guests were being entertained. She was to provide any service required of her.



With a fluttering tummy, Davina came to the door, knees trembling and then the door was open and she was being pushed calmly but firmly through. The room was bright and Davina could see groups of men, dressed in silk robes, sitting on couches or chatting in different parts of the room. Davina walked in slowly, walking daintily in her five inch heels, feeling horribly exposed, her little girly-cock bouncing up and down as she walked, her breasts trembling with every step. She couldn’t believe it, but her nipples were hardening.



All around, girls dressed in exactly the same outfit as Davina, were making their way through the rooms. On one couch a man was chatting to a friend as one of the girls knelt on the floor, sucking slowly on his engorged cock, her tight balls swinging back and forth between her legs. By the far window, a man sat on an upright chair. For a second Davina thought that the T-girl was just sitting on his knee, when she suddenly recognised the slightly breathless look to her face, and realised that the girl was impaled on the man’s cock. He didn’t seem to be paying her much attention as he was on the phone and would occasionally lift a hand to play with the girls exposed cock, tweaking it, making the girl gasp, before rolling it again between his fingers.



Davina felt more and more afraid. This was barbaric. These men weren’t interested in the girls as people, only as sex toys to enjoy and then discard.



As Davina made her way through to the next room she saw men sitting opposite one another on cushions, and between them were clear glass tables. The tables seemed strange, until, with a gasp, Davina understood what they were. Beneath the tables, in white lingerie, were two T-girls, on their hands and knees, the butts pressed together, their legs held in place by thick leather bands. The table tops were resting on their backs! And then Davina saw why the girls sometimes wriggled. The two girls were connected to each other by a thick double ended dildo, thick plastic tubes of mock flesh sticking from one raised butt to another. And the men at the tables were exactly the right to not only enjoy watching the girls squirm below the table top, but also to have their cocks thrust deep into the girls mouths as they chatted and laughed. One of the men took a deep drink of wine and placed his glass back on the T-girl tabletop. He shifted his weight slightly and thrust his cock further into the immobile girl’s mouth beneath the table top, making her gag. Davina watched with wide eyes as a thick string of drool hung from the girls stretched mouth. It was only then that she realised that the girl was Olivia!



Davina felt her skin go cold, and for a second, she thought that she may bolt from the room, screaming, when she felt a broad, warm hand sliding up her leg from calf to thigh. She looked down, trembling to see a man sitting on the couch by her, his robe pulled apart, revealing a middle-aged body. His cock was in the mouth of a girl dressed identically to Davina, but he did not seem to be paying her much attention. Instead he was watching poor Olivia and the other girl trapped in service beneath the glass table top. Without taking his eyes off the scene his hand rose higher, grasping and pawing Davina’s pert ass, then wrapping briefly around her little cock before finding its way back between her cheeks. She stood, unsure what to do when she was suddenly on tip-toes. The man had thrust a thick finger straight into her anus, with no warning. The man glanced up at her and clearly liked what he saw as he swiftly added another finger, pressing upwards hard, making her tip-toe as high as she could.

He thrust his fingers inside her for a few seconds and then pulled them out. Davina had never felt so out of her depth. She watched in shock as the man lifted the head of the girl sucking his cock and pulled his cock from her mouth. The girl, a pretty Indian girl with gorgeous features, drew in a deep breath and then opened her mouth as he slid his fingers around her mouth. The same fingers that had so recently been inside Davina. He was watching her carefully, when a man walked past and took Davina’s arm, almost pulling her from her precarious heels.



She had never seen the man before, a broad, powerfully built middle eastern man with heavy stubble. He walked to a chair and made her stand in front of him. For a second, she forgot herself, and looked at him in disbelief, when suddenly she saw his face darken. Though it went against everything that she wanted, she brought a sexy smile to her face and reached out to stroke the man’s cheek. The man nodded and then said something in a language that Davina didn’t understand. But as he spoke he pulled back his robe to reveal his soft penis lying against his thigh.



She immediately got to her knees and decided that no matter what happened, no matter how much she hated this, she and Olivia would get out alive. She smiled up at him, and began kissing the man’s heavy ball-sack. The man smiled back down at her, although it was far from friendly. Using all of her skills learnt from the finishing school, Davina licked and sucked the man’s cock. It was not long, but it was thick, and she could barely get her little hand round it as it hardened, sucking and licking at the tip, feeling salty pre-cum flow over her tongue. This man tasted differently to anyone else she had been with. His taste was more bitter, more salty.



The man rested his hands on her head as she slurped and sucked on him, then he pushed her head firmly downwards. For a few seconds her eyes watered, and she could not breath, but, calming herself, she let the cock take over her mouth. The man let her head go and she drew in a deep breath and suddenly the powerful smell of cock was in her nostrils. In a second she was back on the Mistresses bed, and she wanted, more than anything, a cock to help her cum.



Davina continued sucking the man’s cock, feeling his slick head running under her tongue, loading her up with more and more salty pre-cum. The man held her head back, and Davina looked up through lust glazed eyes, sure that now she was going get what she craved, the hard hotness pounding inside her. But instead, the man was beckoning another girl over! The girl, a pale blonde, dressed in the same outfit as Davina strutted over and lifted her leg, straddling the man’s crotch, facing out towards Davina. The man put the girls legs on his own thighs and spread them wide, his cock wedged beneath her slim ass cheeks as he pulled her head back to kiss her brutally. Davina was a bit stunned when the girl straddling the man grabbed her head and pulled it back onto the man’s cock as she continued kissing him.



Davina swiftly sucked the slimy shaft into her mouth and as the girl’s spread thighs were directly in front of her face, alternated licking the man between soft kisses and licks of the girl’s little rosebud.



The girl moaned against the man’s kiss and Davina pulled back as the girl lifted her hips. The man looked down at Davina expectantly and she grasped his fat shaft in one small hand, stroking it and then placed it at the girl’s entrance. The man raised his hips and thrust into the girl. Her little cock shook in front of Davina’s face as the man began pounding into her slick hole. The girl looked down at Davina and grabbed her head once more, placing it before the man’s cock as it slid into her. Davina had never done anything like this and for a second she was unsure when the woman pulled her further in and Davina felt the lubed cock and the stretched entrance of the girls anus press against her lips. Davina began licking and sucking, running her tongue up the lubed shaft, then kissing and sucking at the girls stretched rosebud, before sucking his jiggling balls into her mouth, one after another.



The man suddenly pulled his cock out of the girl and held it straight in front of Davina’s face. Davina saw the girl’s little hole gape as the cock was taken away, and glancing up she saw the girl’s heavily lidded eyes looking down at her as she stroked her own little cock. Davina opened her mouth and sucked deep on the man’s cock several times before pushing it upwards to penetrate the girl again.



This went on for several more minutes, and Davina learnt that she should lick the man’s cock as it plunged into the girl, whilst rubbing and stroking the girls own cock. The girl suddenly began to gasp and shudder and as Davina raised her eyes, her tongue still lapping at the point that cock met ass, the girl pointed her cock straight down at Davina’s face and let loose long spurts of cum. The cum shot over Davina’s nose and cheeks and she opened her mouth, letting the last of the flood past her lips. This was too much for the man, and in seconds he pulled the girl hard down on him, his body tenses, obviously coming deep inside her.



The girl moaned and rubbed against him, and the man kissed her deeply, obviously very pleased with himself. The man looked down at Davina and then motioned for her to lie down. Davina did as she was told as the man pulled his softening dick from the girl’s hole and swiftly positioned the girl so she was crouching with her ass directly above Davina’s face. Davina could see that the girl was stretched from the encounter, and soon, teaspoons of hot cum were sliding out of the girl’s insides directly into Davina’s mouth. She could also hear a wet sucking noise… clearly the girl was cleaning the man’s cock for him. The cum dripped into her mouth, tasting of salt, and lube, and she let her tongue dip deeply into the girl, lapping, sucking and exploring, making the girl squirm even more.



After a few seconds Davina saw the man’s feet heading away and the girl stood to her feet and helped Davina get up. She quickly held Davina by the hand and led her to a room hidden behind a screen. It bore the mark of the pink flower and as they walked inside, Davina could see that it was a bathroom, shower, make-up area and closet all in one. As soon as they got through the door, the girl pushed Davina hard against the wall. At first, Davina was afraid that the girl would hurt her, when suddenly the girl was kissing her deeply, their cum soaked mouths sharing juices as their tongues slid together.



The girl eventually stood back and beamed at Davina. “I’m Leona.” She said in a breathy, British accent. “And you are incredible.” She kissed Davina again deeply.



Davina blushed slightly and was amazed that something like this could still make her blush after what she had just done.



“I’m Davina.” She said, still a bit breathless.



Leona kissed her on the cheek and hurried her to a basin where they washed their faces and then re-did their make-up. As they got ready, Leona chatted happily. It seemed that some of the girls saw as their duty to only pleasure the men. Davina helping Leona cum had clearly been a very popular move, she thought to herself.



Leona was pulling off her cum stained stockings to replace them with new ones when one of serving staff hurried into the room and pressed a piece of paper into Leona’s hand. The British girl read it quickly and then slammed it down on the counter. “Fuck!” She whispered loudly.



Davina’s confusion was evident when Leona quickly made her way to the closet once more.



“Strip quickly, hon.” Leona called over her shoulder. “After our little display we’ve been invited to a very special party hosted by the Frenchman.”



“The Frenchman?” Davina asked. “Miki’s… Master?”



Leona turned and nodded, not looking very happy at all. “He’s a fucking monster, but also one of the most powerful men here. We have to go to his playroom in 20 minutes. He got some very special guests, apparently, that he wants given the best service possible.”



Davina shrugged uncomfortably. “That doesn’t sound so bad… Does it?”



Leona shook her head. “The Frenchman’s name is Lyon. Or that’s what he’s called when he’s here. He’s into some very bad things. Which means that his ‘special guests’ are often into even worse things. Do exactly what they want, make all the right moaning noises, and tell them how wonderful they are, and we might just be okay.”



Leona stopped rummaging in the closet and pulled out two shiny looking black one-piece swimsuits. She handed one to Davina who quickly stripped down. Before she pulled the swimsuit on, Leona moved to her with a bottle of lube. “This could get quite extreme. He has quite… peculiar tastes. You’ll need as much lube as possible.”



Davina reached out for the lube, but Leona snatched it back, a naughty grin on her face. “Why don’t I do you and you do me?” She asked, handing another bottle of lube across to Davina. Davina felt slim, slimy fingers pressing against her back door and Leona was suddenly kissing her again, their naked breasts pressing together, their girly-cocks bumping and stroking against each other.



A few minutes later, Leona and Davina walked barefoot down a corridor that Davina had never seen before. They now both worse skin-tight black swimsuits, the material rubberised to shine in the light. The material was so tight and so severely cut that Davina almost felt her breathing restricted. As they passed a mirror Davina almost stopped in her tracks. The legs of the swimsuit were cut high above the hips, a band keeping the top up behind their necks, and at the back, a narrow g-string that did not flare out until it reached the small band of material circling her lower back. Her little cock was pressed tightly against her flat tummy, held immobile by the tight material. Leona saw her gawping and pulled along her hurriedly. “We can’t be late. And yes, I know, we look like Baywatches slutty sisters.” She said with a grin.



They got to a door guarded by two large men, one Middle-Eastern, one European, both armed. The men looked them up and down, taking their time, then opened the door for them. Davina made her way into what looked like a marble changing room. The air was hot and moist, and waiting inside were two of the serving women. Without a word, the women buckled a stiff leather collar to each T-girl’s neck. The collars reached from their chin to the base of the neck and made movement difficult. Davina could see by looking at Leona that there was a metal ring attached to the front and back of the collars. The women then put similar cuffs on their ankles and wrists and stepped back.



Leona turned to Davina and kissed her gently. “Be brave.” Was all she said before taking her hand, then she led them to a thick, smoked glass door at the end of the room.



The air inside was filled with steam, and lit with a creepy blue light, making the shadows seem strange. The floor was also unsettling, rubbery and spongy under her bare feet. Davina peered ahead, and saw five men lounging in bucket seats around a table set with drinks. One was Lyon, another was a thickset man speaking with an American accent and the other three were tall, muscular black men. They looked up as the women walked in and Davina saw that they were all naked, and by the expressions on their faces either drunk or high, or both.



Lyon got to his feet, his long, thin cock already erect, bobbing in front of him as he walked. Leona angled her hips and Davina did the same, unsure what to do. “The entertainment has arrived. Girls, why don’t you make these gentlemen feel good. They’ve just agreed to a very important deal.”



Leona licked her lips nervously and walked towards the group. Davina held back for a fraction of a second and Lyon smacked her exposed ass hard, sending her hurrying forwards. As she got closer, Davina could see that they were all already erect, and the American reached out and grabbed Leona, pulling her down until she was level with his cock. One of the black guys turned his chair, so Leona now had two cocks in front of her of face.



Davina meanwhile, knees trembling made her way over to the two other black guys, and she could tell now from the accents as they chuckled to each other that they were African. As soon as she reached the first man, his head shaved bald, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to her knees. The other man, his face scarred, laughed and slapped her round the face, bringing tears to her eyes.



The scarred man looked across at Lyon. “Are you sure these are boys? They look like they’ve got cunts to me?”



Lyon laughed. “Why don’t you check for yourself, Minister?”



The man reached down with rough, callused fingers as the other man gripped her hair, and reached the tight band of material running between Davina’s legs, jerking it aside. Davina cried out as the material caught her soft skin and the man just laughed again. Suddenly he stopped laughing and she felt the hand grip her little girly-cock tightly. “Now that is much better than a cunt. Thank you Lyon.”



Lyon laughed again and suddenly a thick penis was thrust into Davina’s mouth as the other man pressed his cock against her cheek. Behind her, Davina could hear the sound of Leona struggling for breath and gagging around cock as the other men laughed and shouted.



Davina got herself together and started sucking on the huge cock thrusting into her mouth. After a few seconds she lifted her head, now gripping a cock in each hand, and started sucking on the other man. The men groaned appreciatively as she moved from one to the other feeling the thick, long pricks growing even bigger in her hands.



She heard the men saying something to each other, but could not understand the words, when her head was pulled back, saliva dripping down the front of her swimsuit. Both men pressed their cocks against her full lips at the same time, pushing forwards, gripping the back of her head tightly. Davina opened her mouth as wide as she could and felt the heads of both cocks slide together into her poor mouth. The men started thrusting, pushing themselves deeper into her throat when she heard Lyon walk behind her.



“Careful now gentlemen, you don’t want to waste yourselves in their mouths. Come with me.” With that Lyon turned and walked across the steamy room.



The scarred man grabbed the ring at the front of Davina’s collar and led her across the room to a long, rubber padded bench. Lyon stood in front of her and quickly knelt her on hands and knees on the bench and fastened her there. Leona, her hair already looking a little wild, was also placed on the bench directly in front of Davina, facing her, also on all fours. Her hands and ankles were secured and then Lyon leaned forward, and grasping a metal ring on each of their collars, brought the the two girls together until their faces were directly in front of one another. Davina looked into Leona’s blue eyes, and was scared to see that Leona looked worried. Lyon grabbed their collars, and there was a clipping sound. Davina pulled back, and as she did, she pulled Leona’s head forwards. They were collared together.



“Now girls.” Said Lyon. “Why don’t you show my friends how much you like each other.”



Leona looked deep into Davina’s eyes, their lips just a fraction of an inch apart, their breath hot on each others face, and then leaned forward and kissed her deeply.



Davina felt the padded surface shift behind her and the heat and hair of a man’s muscular thighs pressing between her own smooth legs. A rough hand reached between her legs, grasping her cock, tugging on the soft shaft. Davina moaned into Leona’s mouth as her cock was pulled firmly back between her legs. To her surprise she felt the man start to stroke her, always pulling her back until she felt her little girly-cock start to grow hard. And then she felt a thick, hot shaft pressing down between her cheeks, rubbing this way and that in the lubed cleft. The man dropped her cock as he spread her cheeks wide with his hands and then slid first one thick finger into her, and then two, making her squirm and cry out.



“You see!” She heard Lyon laugh. “She wants your cock, Minister. Show them what a woman’s duty is.”



The man shifted and then Davina felt the thick, hot head of the man’s cock press against her entrance. But this man wanted her now, and he wasn’t inclined to wait for her to relax. With a grunt, the man pushed forwards, his wide, bulbous head pushing Davina’s little flower wide in one go. Davina squealed as the cock-head speared her, her ass twitching and spasming around it. He slapped her tender behind, grasped her hips in both rough hands and pushed forwards strongly. Davina screamed this time, feeling inch after inch of that huge, slick invader opening her up and owning her. Leona moaned and Davina knew that the other girl was also being entered.



The man started fucking her with long, cruel strokes that slid his cock almost the full way out, so Davina’s anal opening was clenching around the thick head, and then plunging it back in. Davina’s legs were trembling against the pain, but she could not do anything to control his rhythm. The man started to gain speed, his pelvis slapping against Davina’s soft ass cheeks, making them tremble under the onslaught. Davina was pushed forward until her cheek was against Leona’s. Both of the were now covered in sweat, both being thrust forwards by the greedy cocks taking their most sacred place.



Davina felt the man gain speed, but all she could think of was the pain, when suddenly, the man pushed forwards with all his might and she heard him shout. He was pumping his cum into her, as though she was just a vessel for his seed. Davina bit back tears and tried to relax as the cock was cruelly pulled from her now gaping behind. But before she could gain her breath, she could feel another man kneel between her legs, as the last man’s thick cum dribbled from her sore behind, slipping down her perineum and over her tight little balls.



The next man entered her a little more slowly, and Davina soon felt herself fighting back against the pain, to get through it, to find the thing she wanted. As the heavy penis slid inside her, lubed with the last man’s cum, Davina began to feel a tingle spreading through her body. Her cries of pain slowly started to become moans and before she knew it, she was pushing back against the man’s cock.



Leona gave a cry as the man inside her came and her eyes closed before Davina saw her expression tighten, meaning another man was mounting her friend. Two cocks, covered in the smell of lube and semen were pressed between the girl’s lips, one from each side. The girls tried to lick and suck, to make the men happy, but the poundings they were taking were almost overwhelming.



Davina thrust back again and again against the cock inside her and felt the tingle grow, from her tummy to her breasts, setting her on fire. Her ass spasmed more and more and Davina felt her cock grow harder, not erect, but halfway. The man inside her picked up pace, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back when she felt it begin. With a groan, Davina’s legs began trembling and her cock began twitching, until, from deep inside her, she felt her cum start to blossom. As the cock struck deep inside of her and the cum covered dicks slid over her lips, Davina came. She screamed as the thin ribbons flowed out of her, spattering onto the padded bench below her, each desperate thrust bringing new fountains of cum from her body, until the man inside her let go and buried himself inside her, letting his seed spurt out deep inside her body.



Leona was still being pounded, when with a roar, the man inside her spent himself, pressing her cum covered face tight against Davina’s as he thrust forwards. Davina watched her friends glazed expression through eyes that were hazy and indistinct. Her orgasm was still rippling out across her body, still making her gasp and tremble as she felt the now flaccid dick slip from her behind, followed by a thick gout of hot sperm, coating the underside of her balls.

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