NATALIE

She is devastatingly beautiful.  ItÕs hard for me to describe her without immediately gettingstuck on the image of her in my head, becoming lost in her beauty, aroused,intoxicated, and completely overwhelmed. Her body makes me weak, but itÕs her smile that breaks all of myresistance.  ItÕs such a sweetsmile, with her bright eyes sparkling and her lip gloss shimmering.  If you saw her, you wouldnÕt be able tolook away, not the first time. Your whole being would cry out and your mind would shut down.  Trust me, I have seen it with othermen.  It is as if she is a superweapon, from the future, a beautiful terminatrix.  She is 5Õ8 or 5Õ9 and in heels sheÕs close to 6Õ tall.  Her legs are like porcelain towers,with perfect French manicured toes. Her hips are those of a real woman, and her ass fills out jeans, makesskirts dance, and mocks all the boys when its wearing only a thong.  Like she is now.  Sunning in the courtyard, laying on herstomach, reading a magazine without a care in the world.  Sipping on a drink, the straw touchingher glossy lips, while flipping aimlessly through Vogue. 

Thank God for summer. She has been doing this everyday for at least the last 2 weeks, that isto say, I have been watching her from my apartment for the last two weeks.  My apartment is directly above thecourtyard, and like a kid first discovering the beauty of a woman for the firsttime, I am in heart-racing bliss. How could she be so perfect? She is my neighbor, a college girl I think, living in the apartmentcomplex.  How could I be so lucky?

Her top is off, as she rests her body on her elbows, herback soaking in the sun, reading some magazine, maybe its Cosmo or Vogue, IcanÕt tell.  God she isstunning.  Oh how I wished I wasdown in the courtyard, laying out, stealing glances at her cleavage.  It is beyond impressive.  She has to be a D or possibly a doubleD.  And despite her gravity defyingchest, she has a waist that would make a corset whimper.  ItÕs hard to imagine she exists in reallife, because she is every manÕs dream. Honey colored hair, straight and long, pours out from her head and downover her shoulder on one side.  Ican see a little pool of either sweat or oil forming on her lower back.  Her waist is so tiny, it forms a valleybetween her unstoppable hips and her arched back.  I dream of being over her, licking the sweat off of her bodywhile she ignores me and continues to read or talk on the phone with hergirlfriends. 

But I am not down in the courtyard.  I am up in my apartment, like a peepingtom, like a pervert, peering over the window sill, watching her, hoping shewonÕt see me but also hoping she will roll over on her back so I can finish offwhile staring at her face and her chest. I know she wonÕt sunbathe topless, but the bikinis she wears are sosmall, itÕs a moot point.  I amtouching myself, I canÕt help it. Sometimes I do it three or four times in one tanning session.  I am helpless.  I have no self-control when it comes toher.  I would do anything, nomatter how humiliating or self-destructive to garner just a smile, justanything to be acknowledged by her, to be apart of her world.  But to her I donÕt even exist.  I am invisible, which for the currentsituation, is just perfect.  Ifonly I could get her to notice me, even if it meant nothing but a contemptuoussneer or haughty laugh in return. 

Now she is on the phone, laughing and smiling, not a care inthe world, her legs flailing up and down with glee.  Oh I would do anything to be the object of her attention,even if it was all ill placed.

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ŅYes, heÕs watching you again!  I can see him staring down at you, oh heÕs shameless.Ó  Her roommate observed from across thecourtyard in her apartment.

ŅIs he enjoying himself?Ó  Natalie asked, already knowing what she would say, lovingthe power she had over weak-willed men.

ŅOh you know itÓ, the roomie confirmed, ŅI swear I think heis using both hands.  I bet hiswall is a stained, filthy, disgusting mess.  So gross!  IcanÕt even think about it!Ó

They both laughed, Natalie had to remember that her top wasoff, she almost rolled off her lawn chair she was laughing so hard.

ŅOh God Natalie, you have to see this video when you getback, heÕs such a disgusting masturbator. oh Jesus, heÕs jerking himself harder now since you have startedlaughing.  Oh my God, I think hejust came, you should see his sick, twisted face, I think I am going to havenightmares!  HeÕs gone from thewindow, I donÕt think he will be back.Ó

ŅI give him 5 minutes and he will..  For a loser, he does have remarkablestaying power,Ó Natalie grinned inwardly.

ŅWhat so good about that?Ó her roommate asked, ŅA geek likethat should be neutered to prevent his genes from infecting the humanrace!Ó  NatalieÕs roommate crinkledher nose in disgust, just thinking about his offspring made her sick to herstomach. 

ŅYou are missing the bigger picture, silly.  His constant hard-on draws him to meÉwraps him around my finger. Usually these weak-kneed jerky boys pull their moneysticks until theyshoot and then feel ashamed and run away and hide.  I donÕt get much more than amusement out of them, but thisoneÉ Well, lets just say his resilience is going to be his ultimate down fall!Ó  Natalie was now wet between her legs,just thinking about the plans she had for this new pervert under herspell.  She could almost feel himwrapped around her finger already. She knew she had some work to do, but the groundwork was being laid andsoon, well, sooner than later, he would be in way over his head.

Natalie loved her roommate, Mai, she was as beautiful butnot as adventurous as herself.  Butshe really loved her designer name brands and had turned Natalie on to loads ofexpensive fashion accessories. Purses, handbags, shoes, sunglasses, the list for a girl with means wasendless, or in this case, a girl with the right assets.  The two girls were like long lostsisters.  They had one thing incommon besides their love of fashion, they both loved to crush the egos of men,especially those of inferior, scrawny, pathetic Ņmen.Ó  The type of guy who would, inevitably,succumb to the girls desires to humiliate and degrade them, giving in to thegirls in the hopes that it would lead them into their beds.  Ha, that would never happen!  Each tug by the girls on the invisiblepenis-leash would be a tug towards the cage, a tug towards their ownemasculation, a pull that, while pleasurable at the time, would lead to theirdoom.  The further the men wouldgo, the more the girls would laugh and want to humiliate them even more!  Talking with Mai, Natalie recalled theboy they had met at lunch one day in the school cafeteria.  God, to think that they eventually hadhim naked in their room, Natalie sitting on his lap while shopping online withhis creditcard.  When Mai hadbrought out the enema equipment (sheÕs a pre-med major), the look on his facewas priceless.  But it was seeinghim stick his head in the expelled GALLON of filth and blow bubbles whilejerking himself with brazen oblivion that the girls knew they could get any manto do whatever they wanted.  It wasthat feeling of ultimate power. 

ŅOmg Natalie you are right, heÕs back again, and I thinkheÕs literally drooling!  Ugh IcanÕt watch anymore.Ó  Her darkalmond eyes squinted at the pervert across the courtyard.  She flipped her straight black hairfrom her face and began to stretch. As the only Asian cheerleader on the squad, she always felt she had tobe better than everyone else.  Herfirm, toned body turned the heads of both men and women.

ŅOh ok, but do me a favor, just check back in exactly 10minutes.  I am going to turn overand ŌforgetÕ to put my top on when I roll over.  I want to hear his reaction,Ó Natalie was plotting now,probing for his weaknesses.

ŅOk, Ok, I will ring you back in 10 minutes, I gotta take ashower after I stretch, I feel disgusting watching that dork-faced perv, ciaoNatalie.Ó

Natalie clicked her phone closed.  It took all of her will power not to look up at thesicko.  She put her phone on thesmall table and slowly, purposefully straightened her thong with her perfectlymanicured hand, knowing this would send shudders of pleasure through hisbody.  As she ran her index fingerdown the crack of her ass to smooth out her bikini, she could almost feel theeyes of the worm on her, but instead of feeling violated, she cataloged theevent and promised herself that he would pay for each and every littleinfraction.  ŅLosers like himdeserve to pay,Ó she pondered, Ņbecause lets face it, its all he is good forand he would never have a chance with me in my world.Ó  Oh how his little fantasy world willsoon come crumbling down around him, and she would be there to watch it allwith a perfect smile on her face!

ŅJust you wait, geek-breath,Ó she thought to herself, Ņitwont be long until these manicured fingers are tugging you by your hard-onright over the edge, right into my trapÉÓ she smiled outwardly as she continuedto browse through Cosmo, looking forward to the days that would lie ahead.

As she rested herself on her elbow and marveled at howamazing her chest looked from this angle, her phone rang.  She looked over at it, it was herroommate. 

ŅHi Natalie, its not been 10 minutes, but I just glancedover to his apt and he looks close to exploding.  I didnÕt want to ruin your prank.  God he looks like a fucking zombie, I can see his shoulderpumping up and down, ugh, so pathetic!Ó

ŅWell then he is going to love this!  I wish I could see the expression onhis face!  I canÕt wait to see thevideo!  Am I a genius or what?ÓNatalie mused.

ŅA genius or insane, I donÕt know which.Ó

ŅTrust me, once we have him trapped, you are going to becalling me Einstein.Ó Natalie joked.

Before her roommate could react, Natalie slowly, and withnot a hint of malice, rolled over onto her back, still holding the phone to herear, pulling her hair back with her other hand.  Arching her back while laying back down on the lawn chair,Natalie purposefully exposed her perfect, enormous breasts to the loser in theapartment, hoping for a reaction. If he was a breast man, her plan would move along so much more smoothlyand quickly.  She marveled toherself how easy it was to make even the toughest boys do what she wanted whenthey got up close to her chest. But guys who were into boobs, well, they were like her pet monkeys orbetter yet, like her puppets, and oh how she loved to make them dance!

ŅOMG Natalie, you arenÕt going to believe what justhappened,Ó her roommate sounded stunned. ŅHoly shit!  Oh my God!  HaaahahahahahaÓ  and she started laughinguncontrollably. 

Natalie smiled, she didnÕt need to say a thing.  She knew at that moment, he was goingto be all hers, and might be the easiest catch yet.  Soon those sperm filled balls of his would be in her handand she would yank on them as hard as she wanted.  She really wanted this one too; he had a lot ofpotential.  She had gone throughhis mailbox when the postman came to deliver the mail a few weeks ago and shegot a look at some of his letters. The postman, after getting a look at her chest, wouldnÕt have cared ifshe had gone through every mailbox in the mailroom.  Natalie smiled and showed him her ample cleavage as she wentthrough the geek-boyÕs mailbox. From what she saw, she gathered a lot of information about him,information that made her decide to trap him.  He would be worth it in the long run, she noted, and set herplans in motion.  And now she wastaking the first big step to ensnare him. 

Her roommateÕs laughter subsided enough for Natalie tounderstand what she was trying to say. ŅOh God Natalie, you missed it, he shot his load so hard, some of itsplashed up onto the window and he kind of blacked out or lost his balance orsomething and fell forward into the window, smashing his face into his sticky,disgusting load, then fell down the side of the wall!  HeÕs suck a fucking LOSER!Ó and she started laughing again.

Natalie was smiling and laughing as well, and if the peepingtom had been conscious and staring down at her, not only would he have enjoyedNatalieÕs bouncing chest, he would have also noticed the damp spot clearlyvisible now in her bikini.  Oh yes,she was turned on, visibly excited, buzzing on a natural high, at just thethought of her soon to be new pet accidentally smearing his face in gobs ofnasty white goo.

ŅOh Mai, thatÕs so funny!  I am so glad we started videotaping these tanning sessions,you always have such good ideasÉ And just you wait.  If youthought that was amusing now, once I have him by the balls, well, lets just sayhe will beg and plead with me to be allowed to shoot all over his ownface.  Trust me, this pig is goingto be fucked, good, long and harder than I have ever fucked anybody overbefore!Ó

ŅEven more than pig-breath?Ó Mai asked, hoping Natalie wouldgo through with her threats.

ŅPig-breath got off easy, our new play-thing will wish hehad never seen me sunning myself. I can assure you of that.Ó The tone in NatalieÕs voice was both ominous and excited, betraying herlust and thirst for power over this poor excuse for a man.

Pig-breath, who Mai had mentioned, had been her Englishprofessor.  He was a real arrogantbastard.  He enjoyed failingstudents and intimidating them in front of the class.  Natalie and Mai both had him first semester of theirfreshman year.  She noticed hiseyes would always wander to her chest. As she usually does, Natalie kept track.  She kept score of every offence, every glance, every leeringlook, and then, wearing a tight angora sweater and a short skirt, she used anafter-class meeting to blackmail him into giving her and Mai an A for thesemester and also provided them with endless hours of amusement back at theiroff campus house they were renting at the time.  But that was ancient history.  Now Natalie had a new target in her sightsÉ

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My ankle hurt. I had twisted it.  I washoping she would turn over.  Itsall I could think about when she was laying out.  Every time I always hope that will happen.  She never ever has turned over topless,however.  Well until today, and Icame so violently upon seeing her turn over, I kind of blacked out.  I donÕt remember exactly whathappened.  Somehow I wound up withmy own cum on my face, which was completely disgusting.  I woke up and prayed she had not heardor seen my collapse.  My foreheadhad a bump on it- a big egg to be more exact.  I must have really whacked it on the window sill orsomething, but the pain was worth it. The sight of her chest, so perfect, so undeniably real and natural, andin their perfect form would be worth a lot more, the bump on my head –eh, I will live.  What a bonus, too- they were tan, completely tan. That had not escaped my notice, despite the unexpected turn of fantasticevents, her firm, tanned chest was burned into my memory.  Then everything went black, but herperfect chest I will never forget. 

It was later that evening, and I was having some soup fordinner.  It always calms me down,and after a scare like today, I needed to relax.  My ankle was wrapped and while I didnÕt need crutches, Idefinitely was favoring it when I walked. The huge lump on my forehead looked a lot worse than it felt, but it wasa good excuse to stay in for the night. I was just about to start eating when the door bell rang.  I hopped over to the door, wonderingwho the heck would be visiting unannounced on a Saturday night.  I opened the door and lost my balance,almost falling over when I saw her in front of meÉ at my DOOR! 

I must have looked like a fish out of water, I tried to getcontrol of myself and not act so flustered but it was difficult, the girl I hadbeen tugging myself into space with in my head was now at my door.  I wasnÕt sure what to say.  She took care of that problem.

She was smiling, almost as if the cat had swallowed thecanary.  Her knowing grin made meuneasy, she knew she was hot, of course she knew that.  But it felt like she knew somethingelse.  Like she could see rightthrough me.  Almost as if, well, itwould be impossible, but almost as if she could read my mind.

ŅHI, I am Natalie, from the other side of the building, myfriends call me Nattie, you can too if you want.  I think some of your mail got in my box, and I wanted tomake sure you got it.Ó  She smiledand held out three letters.  Thankgod none of them were porn-related. I subscribed to DDI, Skin Two, and Secret, three fetish/fashionmagazines.  All very kinky, butstill tasteful.  Anyhow, I wasspared that embarrassment but then she said something after I thanked her forthe mail and gazed up into her eyes.

ŅAww, you poor thing, you really bumped your headÉÓ shetrailed off and grinned, and I felt that she could read my mind again.  I must have turned white, what wasgoing on here? 

She reached out to touch the bump on my head and thatÕs whenI realized how tall she was.  I wasabout 5Õ7, but in her heels, she had to be almost 6 feet tall, a good fiveinches taller than me.  When shebent forward to examine the bump on my head, the view of her cleavage wasenough to immediately produce a thick hard-on.  I was staring down into heaven as her manicured finger pokedthe lump on my head.  Not verygently I might add, almost as if she was inspecting it, the way a scientistinspects an insect or other lower form of life.

Ņ What happened, it looks painful and so big!  You should put some ice on it, if itswells anymore, well, it might explode.Ó And she giggled at her own joke whilelooking down at me, catching me with my head practically in her cleavage,noticing my hard on, which made me wonder if she was talking about ice for myhead or for my crotch..  I lookedup in time to see her grin change for a second, almost as if she was remindingherself of something, I felt guilty, like she was noting my lecherous offenseof devouring her cleavage, as if she was saving it for later.  Its how my babysitter used to look atme right before she would take me over her knee and spank me until Icried.  That was an odd flashbackÉ

I stuttered and stammered to explain how I fell, I was at acomplete loss.  She took pity on meand pressed on.

ŅYou know, I have a friend who is studying to be pre-med,maybe she could check out your head and your ankle.  You never know, sometimes it takes a day for the injury toreally set inÓ

ŅOh thatÕs really nice but I think I will be ok, thanks forthe mail,Ó I was nervous but getting my composure back.  Thank god, I had almost lost it there.

ŅWell, promise me that if you donÕt feel better soon, youwill come over to my apartment, I can call my friend and sheÕll come over andexamine you.Ó  She gave me aserious look.  And the way she saidŌexamineÕ made my cock jump in my pants. Was she making a pass at me? Am I so stupid that I cant even communicate with her?

ŅI promise if itÕs not better by tomorrow, I will drop byyour place and at least say hello. That was very thoughtful of you to bring my mail over, would you like tocome inside for a drink?Ó I reached down, grabbed my stones and took a leap offthe cliff.  I had to ask her insidemy apartment, I may never talk to her again, this was, potentially, a once in alifetime opportunity.  I had to gofor it.

ŅWow thatÕs so nice of you!  You know, I donÕt have any more class todayÉ only just for alittle bit, is that ok?Ó  she askedas she slid by me into my apartment. Wow, she was in my apartment! I couldnÕt believe it!  Iwas so excited I forgot I had been about to eat dinner!  Ha!  I ran over to the kitchen and put away everything I had beencooking as fast as I could while making her a drink.  She liked cosmos, so while she walked around my apartmentcommenting on pictures and things, I made her drink and also cleaned up thesoup I had been making.  I didnÕtwant her to feel as though she was interrupting me, I was doing everythingpossible to keep her here and make her comfortable.

After a few minutes I emerged from the kitchen and found heron my couch.  My mouth was stilldry and my heart was racing.  Ihanded her a drink and sat next to her. 

ŅI am not drinking alone am I?Ó she raised an eyebrow andthen giggled at me, obviously aware of my nervousness I thought I had beenconcealing.  She was sharp, shedidnÕt miss a beat.

I smiled and laughed and hurried off to the kitchen.  When I came back, she had alreadyfigured out my stereo and had cued up one of my favorite albums by theAnimals.  We sat back on theleather couch and I tried to make small talk with her.  She played along but I could sense shewas searching me, looking for something. I couldnÕt figure her out yet. Yes, she was here in my apartment, but what was going through her mind?

Before I had finished my drink with her, House of the RisingSun began and crept out of my stereo like a green, thick fog, the guitar introand the baritone vocals creating an eerie backdrop to our conversation. 

ŅOh I just love the keyboards in this songÓ she looked awaydreamily at the stereo. ŅIt reminds me of something out of the past that, well,how do I put it, something that just is uneasy or not quite right.Ó  She looked over into my eyes when shesaid the last part.  Not smiling,her penetrating eyes going deep into my soul.  I started to feel weak and helpless again.  I was trying not to look down at herchest, but with what she was wearing it was practically impossible not to look.  She had on a light blue Ōwife beaterÕt-shirt that was cut off to show her tan stomach.  Splashed onto the shirt in pink was the wordŅPrincess.Ó  She noticed me lookdown to read it and I swear I think she arched her back a little to thrust themout to me for a better view.  I wasin heaven and in hell, trying to keep my sanity about me with this vixen in myplace.

ŅIts an organ,Ó I blurted out, saying anything to keep intothe conversation and get some control of it back.

ŅWhat organs?Ó she looked at me, slightly unsure what theheck I was talking about and then gave me a puzzled look.

ŅThey didnÕt have keyboards back then, only pianos andorgans.  I believe the Animals,like the Doors, used a Moog organ, thatÕs what gives it that hauntedflavor.Ó  I took a deep breath andtried to reconcile the situation and at the same time keep pace with her.  But it was obvious I was in over myhead.  I wished to god I hadnÕtpoured myself such a big glass of scotch, I was feeling a bit woosey.

ŅOh thatÕs interesting, I didnÕt realize you were soÉ oldÉÓshe trailed off and looked at me, her smile was almost a mocking one.  What could I do but laugh?  Ofcourse it was obvious I was twice herage.  What was not obvious to me waswhy she was here.  What was it thatmade her so eagerly accept my drink offer.  Well before I knew it we had both had a few drinks, and thenshe suggested shots of tequila. Confidence from the liquor was coursing through my veins likeadrenaline.  I was gung-ho for theshots.  Bring them on!  We were next to each other on the couchtossing back Mexican fire water like it was running out of a hose.  I was really feeling good, like maybe,just maybe I could score with this girl! She knew how to party and I was game, but after a few shots, it reallybegan to hit me and I decided I had better hold off on any more.

ŅCome on, donÕt wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you knowyou want to, how can you refuse me!Ó she laughed and gave me her best poutyexpression.

ŅNattie, you donÕt understand, I donÕt have the tolerancelike I used to, these shots are hitting me really hard.Ó I tried to beg off.

ŅHmmmÉ I would rub it in that you are being beaten by agirl, but I think thatÕs nothing new for you, is it?Ó  she looked at me, half seriously, and when I tried to saysomething instead she just hopped in my lap and took a full shot glass right upto my lips. 

ŅAre you sure you donÕt want another, old man?Ó she teasedme, her face next to mine, as she slowly pulled down her tank top down and thenplaced the overflowing shot glass in between her perfect breasts..

I am sure she could feel my hard on pressing on her frombeneath my lap.  I would also putmoney on the fact that she could feel it jump and hop when she positioned theshot in the heaven between her chest. I whimpered, audibly, and moved forward to take it out with my mouth.

She pulled away, leaning back from me, ŅAhhh ahh ahh, nomore shots, you didnÕt want it, and now I donÕt know whether or not you deserveitÉ Look at me, my boobs donÕt have eyes but I do!Ó  she grabbed me by the chin and held my stare.

ŅIf I allow you to do this shot, then you have to dosomething for meÉ hmmm, just what would you do if I allowed you to put yourmouth right hereÓ she indicated with her finger, ŅI bet you can come up with agood ideaÉÓ she looked at me, she wanted me to suggest something?

ŅUm, I would, oh I would pleasure you for hours, I wouldmake you feel so goo-Ó she slapped my face, rather hard, out of no where itcame. 

ŅI didnÕt ask you what you would want to do TO me, I askedwhat would you do if I allowed you to take this shot.  Stop thinking about what YOU want and focus on what I wouldwant.Ó  Her eyes were sharp and Icould tell she was serious, but did she have to slap me so hard?

ŅOh yes, sorry, um, I wouldÉ I would.. oh god I donÕt know!ÓI felt exasperated!

ŅThink of something that would amuse me, come on you oldcogger, how far would you go for this, or maybe I should say, how low would yougo...Ó  she was smiling again.  Good, I didnÕt want her to leave.  But what was she getting at?  How low I would go?

ŅI would, I would do anything you wanted.Ó I blurted outlike a moron.

ŅOh thatÕs nice to hear, but not creative enough!  If it were left up to me, well, youwouldnÕt want to know what I would ask of you, so you better pick somethingthat entertains me or I am going to make sure you regret asking me todecide!Ó  her breathing was makingthe shot glass move up and down, stretching her already strained shirt.  I couldnÕt think at all.

ŅI would, oh god, I donÕt know what to sayÉ I wouldÉÓ

ŅCome on, spit it out already or I am leaving!Ó she crossedher arms and stuck out her chest, oh god I feel completely lost. 

ŅOk, Ok, please donÕt go, ok look I would, I would get onall fours and and and  bark like adog for you, would that make you laugh?Ó I threw her the biggest curve I could think of and I saw her eyes lightup.

ŅReally?  On allfours?  And bark?  Loudly, not just some tiny littleyaps?  Would you obey commands,like sit and beg?Ó she was clearly enjoying this.  I couldnÕt stop dreaming of her chest surrounding myface. 

ŅYes, yes, I would be your dog, I swear, I will bark andeven sit and roll over if you wanted me to,Ó I couldnÕt understand her but IdidnÕt care, she was too beautiful for me and I felt my self slipping away.

ŅWell then, why donÕt you come and get it, puppy, come andput your head right here,Ó and with that she grabbed a hold of both of my earsand pulled my head, forcefully, in between her perfect breasts.  They were warm and soft, she smelledlike the ocean, her breathing was so close to my face and the heat from herbody was giving me goose-bumps. Time seemed to completely stop.

ŅWell, are you going to do the shot or what?  I am not doing this for you to hang outand get to know my twins!  Openyour mouth wide and take that shot, what are you a man or a dog!Ó  and with that quip she burst outlaughing, her chest now brushing against my face up and down with eachcackle.  Oh God, that felt so good,I had to keep making her laugh to feel that.  I did what just popped into my head.  I started to bark –loudly- withmy face pressed in a place I had only dreamt about. 

She really started laughing then, the shot glass sliding upand down and spilling some out on her chest.  I watched the drops slide right down her cleavage and catchlike dew on a flower at the bottom of her chest where the clasp on her bra heldthose gorgeous globes.  If only Icould slide down and catch that one little drop on my tongue.  She was still laughing and the drop wasswinging wildly, my head was vibrating and somehow she got her hand in, undermy face, lifted the shot glass from her cleavage and poured the shot down mygaping mouth. God that burned like fire but I didnÕt care, it felt so good, IdidnÕt want it to end.  But withoutany warning, she pulled away and I fell forward on the couch and almost landedon my face.

ŅOK, Now its my turn for a shot, here, let me sit on yourlap while you pour it down my throat. ThatÕs it, oh wait, let me get my phone, I want to take a picture andsend it to my friend Mai, sheÕll love it!Ó  The shot went down so quickly and she was all over me whileshe did it, arms legs, breasts, face, hair, I was in ecstasy.  We did about 3 more shots and with eachone she took more pics and promised to send them to me.  All of a sudden, in the middle of our mini-partyher phone rang.

ŅOh hold on a second, its my friend Mai,Ó she smiled andflipped open her phone.  ŅHey, weredoing shots, come on over, you have to meet our neighbor!  HeÕs so sweet and he even wants to bemy dog!  He barked for me!  And I plan on feeding him dogfood aftera few more shots!Ó she winked at me and my expression must have said more thanI wanted it to.  Feed medogfood?  No way, that would be outof the question, but it seemed as though our party was going to come to an end.

I could see something wasnÕt right, she was frowning andshaking her head No.

ŅOh come on, you can do it on your own, you donÕt need methere,Ó she was looking at me and I could tell she was upset.

ŅAlright, alright, IÕll be right there, make sure you bringthe cage, ciaoÓ and she snapped her cell closed.

ŅSorry Puppy, but I have to go help my friend take her catto the Vet, sheÕs got some sort of stomach problem.  DonÕt ask me why she needs me there, but sheÕs my bestfriend so I gotta run.  WhatÕs yourcell number?  I will send you someof the pictures I took, I know you will like them!Ó she leaned over to get herpurse from the end table, her boobs now firmly pressing against my chest andneck, oh God I didnÕt want her to go. I gave her my number and before I knew it, she was up off my lap andshutting the door behind her.  Thatwas a whirlwind.  Hell, the wholeday was a bit crazy.  One minutesheÕs topless in the courtyard, and that night sheÕs doing shots with me in myown apartment!  I had to be theluckiest guy on the planet!

My phone beeped about 2 minutes later, I looked down andtrue to her word she sent a few pictures. They were all pictures of her cleavage, and one of us together on thecouch.  Oh God, she knew how tomake me crazy.  I was a littletipsy but that didnÕt stop me from jerking myself off right there on the couchwhile drooling over the pics she had sent to me.  My blinds were open but I could have cared less if the wholeworld was watching, I was so turned on and sexually frustrated.  I came so hard it shot up over myshoulder and hit the wall, the rest splashing and pulsing onto my chest andstomach, covering me in a slimy mess. I literally laid back and passed out on the couch, dreaming of her scentand of her chest.  I was in heaven.

End of Part I

Natalie - Part 2

My head was pounding. Literally pounding, I couldnÕt even open my eyes the pain was sobad.  When I finally did wake up,it was almost 1pm.  God I hatedbeing hung over. 

What had she said? If I still didnÕt feel good to give her a call?  Was she just making small talk or wasshe serious?  I remember talking tosome nurses once and have heard that when theyÕve been drinking the nightbefore, they hook themselves to an IV and *POOOF* no more hangover.  I could definitely deal with that!  DidnÕt she say her roommate waspre-med?  Maybe she had access toan IV? Oh I would do anything to get this steel drum band out of my head.  It was even difficult to stand in theshower, my equilibrium was all screwy, I made my mind up to call her and see ifshe could help.

ŅOh does your head still hurt from last night?Ó her softvoice even soothed the Mexican Hat Dance playing in my skull.

ŅYes, I am really hurting, my stomach hurts too and I feeldizzy,Ó I replied, I sounded weak, I felt it too.

ŅHold on,Ó I could hear her talking muffled through thephone.  Was she laughing?  She was yelling to someone, maybe herroommate was home? ŅMy roommate says to come on over, she has just the thing tocure you, but you have to trust us ok? We will make you allllll better! Building 3, apartment 1215Ó click.

That was it, she had hung up.  Great.  Now Iwas nervous.  Did she really knowwhat the heck to do or was I getting into some crazy shit with some crazycollege girls?  I couldnÕt haveanother drink, so her cure had better not be the hair of the dog.  Or I am out of there!

I put on a button down shirt, combed my hair back and threwon some Dockers.  I am sure Ilooked like some yuppie out of a sitcom, but I didnÕt want to go over therewithout at least making an effort. I might have been under the weather, but she was still totally gorgeous.

I hit their buzzer precisely 15 minutes later.  I was excited.  My heart was racing.  I didnÕt have a mirror, but I bet myeyes would have been fully dilated. Every sound around me I was aware of.  My tongue felt covered in glue.  Although I was still definitely hung over in a bad way, itdidnÕt seem that bad.  That rush ofadrenaline, just like standing at the edge of the high dive and lookingdown.  As I heard the door begin toturn, I crossed my fingers and breathed Ņhere goes nothing.Ó

Like out of a dream, there she was in front of me.  I must have looked terrible, even withthe natty threads, because she only half smiled before taking my arm andpulling me through the doorway.

ŅOh you poor thing, it looks like you have been through awar, here sit down over here.Ó  Sheled me to their kitchen and I sat down at the table while she excused herselffor a moment.  Typical girlÕskitchen, everything nice and neat, pictures everywhere, a spice rack, hell evenlittle oven mitts that jived with the interior.  I was hoping their cure was going to be more than the teathat was on the stove.  I got myanswer when the two girls came through the swinging kitchen doors.  Both were in white nurses uniforms withtheir hair pulled back, wearing white latex gloves and perched upon 3Óstilettos.  They came in andcrossed their arms.  Her roommate,a complete Asian Goddess was leading the way. 

ŅMr. Blackstone, I have spoken with Natalie and she said youwere hungover with a headache and stomach cramps, plus some minor aches andpossible vertigo?  Well not toworry, I have just the cure, but we are going to need you to go into thebathroom and disrobe and then meet us back in our medical room for treatment.

ŅOk, thanks doc?Ó

ŅThatÕs nurse to you, I am not a doctor yet,Ó she smiled, Icould have died right there she was so beautiful.

ŅYes, Nurse, I canÕt tell you how much this means to me,this headache alone is driving me insane,Ó  I said as I got up fro the kitchen and followed the twowomen down the hall.

What the heck was going on here?  Did they think I was faking it?  Were they both going to cure me with a double shot oflove?  I mean, holy Christ, I mightscore with the two most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon, and here Iwas barely able to walk straight and feeling like absolute ass.  Kinky outfits too!  They were both wearing matchingoutfits, right down to the white nurses hat and tight tops, and from behind, I couldeasily tell that thongs were under their white skirts.  My knees were buckling as I imaginedwhat it was like to be with the two of them.

ŅOk, now take off all your clothes, put this on, and knockon the bathroom door when you are ready, Natalie will escort you to the medicalroom.Ó  I entered the bathroom,again it was such a girls apartment. How many little bottles of stuff and bars of whatever do they need tolook and smell as good as they do? I saw my ŅgownÓ and put on the blue smock-looking thing.  God I felt like an idiot.  They really did like to go the distancewith these things.  I felt like Iwas in a doctorÕs office.  Butsomething didnÕt feel right.  ThenI saw it, in the mirror, my ass was clearly visible.  The blue gown had the ass part cut out.  Or at least whatever was there wasnÕtthere, or had fallen off, the short of it was that my butt was out in thebreeze!  Literally!

ŅUm Natalie, I think I have a problem, my gown doesnÕthave-Ó

ŅCome on, donÕt be shy, its not like we havenÕt seen alittle boys butt before,Ó  I couldhear her giggle through the door. A little boy?  I was easily10 to 15 years older than her.  Andsurely I should be able to wear my own clothes when I am getting an IV.  I guess theyÕre having a little fun atmy expense.  Fine, just as long asthey get rid of this axe stuck in my head.  I bet they were laughing their asses off, knowing I was insuch pain and yet having to jump through their hoops.  Looking at my butt in the mirror, I feltÉ taken down a pegÉEven though I knew this whole situation was ridiculous, I involuntarily let outa sigh, and knocked on the door.

The door swung open slowly with a creak and Natalie motionedwith her clipboard for me to walk out in front of her.  Oh god, she was doing this to me onpurpose.

ŅI knew it, you do have a little boys butt!  Alright little boy, down the hall andthrough the door on your right, its time for you to get your medicine!Ó And sheslapped my bare ass with her clipboard making me jump.  I almost had to stop and pinch myself,was this real?  Was I really halfnaked in the girl of my dreamÕs apartment about to get molested by her and hergorgeous roommate?  I was eitherdreaming or the luckiest guy alive.

I opened the door and immediately my stomach was in my throat.  What the hell kind of a room wasthis?  It looked more like a labthan a medical room.  The beautifuldark haired Asian Princess was standing next to a flat, white, leather table,her gloved hand was holding a large tube and with her other she pointed to thetable.

ŅGet up on the table, on all fours, and face that way, withyour head towards the mirror.Ó She was pointing again.  I noticed the tube, it was clear andthick, and it looked as though it was connected to a large metal can attachedto the top of a stand.

This was not what I expected.  She was serious! Up on the table on all fours? She wasnÕt budging, her expression hadnÕt changed, but there was no wayI was getting up on that table like a dog.  Then Natalie gave me a push from behind.

ŅYou heard the nurse, get on the table and we will make youfeel better.  But you have to trustus little boy,Ó she pinched my ass, hard, and I yelped forward from theunexpected violation.  Before Iknew what I was doing, I climbed up on the table, facing the mirror, and couldsee Natalie and the Asian Princess behind me, one pointing at my naked buttwhile they both tried to hold back their laughter.  That damn blue gown was doing nothing but exposing my ass andsliding up my body.  I might aswell have been naked. 

ŅGood, now put your head down on the table, just your head,thatÕs it keep your knees and hips up, there, now just relax while we secureyou,Ó  my ass was in the air whilemy head rested facing forward on the leather table.

Secure me?  Fora simple IV?  They worked togetherand before I knew what was happening, they had 4 leather straps pulled over mylegs, lower back, shoulders and lastly on my head, all cinched down tight.  I could feel the cool leather holdingme down, it was somehow comforting. But I also felt very vulnerable. I couldnÕt move, at all, and the position I was in, well, it washumiliating.  I could see from themirrors surrounding me that all of this was obvious to the two vixens.  They were both looking at me andsmiling.  My headache was comingback stronger.  My mouth was dryand like a fish on a hook, I realized then I was completely at their mercy.

ŅWell Nurse Natalie, the patient here was lucky you had himcome in, I can see he is going to need a 2 part treatment.  Can you please get the other standwhile I prep him?Ó

I saw Natalie walking behind me and slide over another long,telescopic stand like the one that had the large metal gallon can hangingupside down from it.  As sheadjusted the height of the stand, I felt something cold slide along my assholeand I gasped.  The two girlslaughed in unison.

Natalie came up next to me and knelt down so her face waslevel with mine.  She brushed myhair away from my eyes as I stared into hers, mine with a slightly panicked expressionI am sure.

ŅAre you ready for your treatment?  The first we call the cleanser, this will take away yourhangover and make you feel better and relaxed too.  The next, well, how do I say this, the next treatment ismore of aÉÓ her eyes were sparkling as she spoke to me.  I could sense she was enjoying thisimmensely, the way she was looking at me and her body language betrayed thatshe seemedÉ turned on?  Her chestwas level with the table and I had more than an eyeful of her cleavage, I mean,it was inches from my face, I could literally feel the heat from her enormous,perfect chest. What could be turning her on about this?  If anything, I should be the one turnedon!

ŅPunishment!Ó the word rang out from behind me, it was herroommate, the beautiful Asian princess who filled in the blank forNatalie.   I looked upstartled when she said this and she caught my eye in the mirror and winked atme.

ŅYes, thatÕs it! It was right on the tip of my tongue,Ó as Natalie said this she took oneof her gloved fingers and traced my mouth, touching my tongue as I opened forher with a slight whimper.  Shestuck two more fingers in my mouth, ŅSuck on them, it will help take your mindoff of the treatmentsÉÓ

It was right at that moment that I felt something coolsliding into my ass. I screamed before I could stop myself and I involuntarilylurched forward to try and un-impale myself from whatever had just stuck mefrom behind.  Nothing doing.  It was being pushed further and furtherinside me, in the meantime, Natalie had put a fourth finger into my mouth andwas trying to quiet me down.

ŅSsssshhhh shhhh, thatÕs it, let the nurse slide in yourtreatment.  She is going to makeyou feel better, but like I said before, you have to trust me.  You trust me donÕt you?Ó she waslooking into my eyes deeply, she was serious now.  I nodded my head, and as I did, I saw Natalie look in themirror to her roommate behind me and they exchanged a smile.  I heard a click at that moment and feltsomething thick and warm pouring into me through the tube.

ŅEnjoy your enema, little boy, this one will be so mucheasier to take than your punishment enema.  And I am going to make it extra strong, I want you toremember this day for a long time. Have you ever had one of those? Oh I know, this feels uncomfortable and soon you will have horriblecramping, but I can assure you it is nothing compared to your nexttreatment.Ó  Suddenly my firstcramp hit, It felt like my insides were being ripped out.  I tried to moan but she withdrew her handsfrom my mouth and then covered it. The straps holding me down were not giving one inch and I could see inthe mirror her friend was raising the telescopic stand, taking the can higher,forcing more of the thick liquid into me at a faster rate.  I was beginning to sweat.  I looked up at Natalie who had nowmoved to sit on the table to more easily hold my mouth shut.

ŅOh no, those sad puppydog eyes will not work on me, youknow just as much as I do that you need this first treatment, and that youdeserve the second treatment.  Itsbeen a long time coming hasnÕt it. Cramping already?  Oh youpoor thing, you are going to be forced to hold this enema for an hour, and itis going to be almost unbearable. After the can empties into you we are both going to go shopping at themall, but we will spare you any indignities, a plug will be inserted into yourass to keep this gallon in you. You wont spill a single drop and the entire time we are walking andshopping and talking, you are going to be here, cramping, sweatingÉ and thenits just the beginning.Ó

I could hear the nurse behind me tapping the metal can asNatalie spoke, doing her best job to make sure everything was being forced intomy stomach and intestines.  Shethen came around in front of me, on the other side of Natalie, and pulled myhead by my hair until I cried out.

ŅMost people would pay a lot of money for this deepcleansing.  So donÕt you make asound while we are gone.  Or shouldwe gag you?Ó the Asian Princess asked me?

Before I could even say a thing, Natalie jumped on hertrain, ŅOh yes, thatÕs a great idea, as a matter of fact I have just the rightgag!Ó She opened the drawer beneath the table and pulled out a white blob withtwo tubes running from it.  Thefirst tube went to what looked like a bulb.  It was a pump, it would inflate the gag in my mouth.  But what was that other tube for?

ŅOpen wider, little boy, this has got to go all the wayin.Ó  I opened like a little birdand she roughly shoved the gag into my mouth.  Her friend took the pump and began slowly inflating it withher gloved hand.  Each pump made mymouth bulge out more and more. She kept pumping it, nice and slow, watching mymouth expand and finishing just as I felt Natalie behind me pulling the enematube from my asshole.

ŅYou had better concentrate and close your ass when I pullthis tube out.  If you so much asspill one drop I am going to collect each drop and make you lick it off of myfinger.Ó  I was in so much pain IdidnÕt know if I could hold in the enema. It was huge and I was literally bursting.  Somehow I did, and before I could recover, she was impalingme on a huge butt plug. 

ŅWhat? No Ōthank youÕ for the lubricant?  Well, I am definitely going to makeyour punishment enema one to remember now.  I hope you suffer while we are out shopping, just stay hereon this bed, on your knees with your head down and suffer, nerdling!  You know you deserve it!Ó and with herlast push she had the plug all the way inside me.  My head was reeling. I was still hung over, but now my insides were being split apart and myass was on fire.  I saw out of thecorner of my eye that her roommate had given her the long tube that wasattached to my gag.  She was, ohgod no, she was attaching it to the plug in my ass.

Her roommate climbed up on the table and straddled my headbetween her knees, holding me steady. ŅI am sure you already know what the tube doesÉÓ and with that shesqueezed my stomach with both hands like a Heimlich maneuver, the pain andcramping were unbearable and I writhed on the leather table in pain. 

ŅHere it comes, this is a warning to what happens to badboys who lose control.Ó NatalieÕs sing-song voice echoed in the tile chamber asthe ŅfeedingÓ tube from my butt plug suddenly spurted a long stream of enemarunoff into my mouth through the inflatable gag.  I couldnÕt spit it back out and I couldnÕt keep it there, Ihad to swallow, and I did it as quickly as I could so I wouldnÕt throw up andchoke to death.  I began to sob,because I knew no matter what, after an hour, I would not be able to keepeverything inside and there would be many more mouthfuls of filth coming myway.  Her roommate chimed in,ŅDonÕt worry little boy, you will get used to the taste after about 5 moretimes, just donÕt swallow too much or your cramping will get worse as yourbladder fills.  Oh doesnÕt he lookmagnificent here, a symbiotic system of pain, humiliation, and suffering!  I absolutely love it!  Come on Natalie, lets go shopping whileI am still high from our medical session.Ó

ŅOk, we are leaving,Ó I could hear them snapping off theirrubber gloves, ŅYou realize this is the easy part right?Ó Natalie was walkingcloser to me.  She took my chin byher hands and traced a tear with her finger.  Ņthe next enema we give you is going to be so muchworse.  And of course we will haveto restrain you properly for it. Something to think about while we are out shopping.  Now, speaking of shopping, whatÕs yourPIN for your ATM card?  I know itsfour numbers so why donÕt you just bang your head on the table for me for eachnumber.Ó  I looked at her indisbelief.  Not only was sheleaving me to suffer but she wanted to make me pay for it?  No way.  I resisted.  Ijust looked at her with a blank stare and then shut my eyes.

ŅTrying to ignore me? You have 3 seconds to start banging your head on the table.  ThreeÉ twoÉ one!Ó

ŅOh I was hoping he would resistÓ her roommate clapped herhands together in anticipation.  Ikept my eyes shut and just wished to be in a better place.  Nothing doing.  I felt one of them pulling the tube outfrom the butt plug.  And then therewas a hood over my face, I couldnÕt see now even if I did open my eyes.  Oh god what was going on!  I heard something like a water faucetrunning, but into plastic not metal. And then I could taste it. Oh god, it was piss, they were making me drink piss.  I couldnÕt stop the flow and it wascoming faster, right through the feeding tube into my mouth.

ŅSee little boy, resist all you want, all it will do isbreak you faster.  DonÕt get mewrong, eventually we will crush your ego and personality and make it into whatWE want, but for right now, every inch of resistance just allows us todemonstrate the power we have over you and to break you of your silly manhood.  Drink it down!  Drink down my piss, you toilet!Ó  I was gulping furiously.  Finally it stopped. 

ŅMy turn,Ó I heard her roommate say and started to bang myhead on the table. 

ŅToo late, you are drinking her pee whether you like it ornot, but if I were you I would keep banging out your PIN numbers on the tableor you might get something to eat from us as well!  I will get the feeding syringe just incase.Ó  Oh godÉ I kept banging out my PINnumber over and over with the limited movement I had with my forehead.  3512 over and over as her piss splasheddown the feeding tube and into my mouth. 

ŅThatÕs right, loser, swallow it, you disgusting creep!Ó herroommate finished and walked up next to me, talking to me as though I was justan object. ŅThe best part is that you will soon have a nice full bladder tomake your cramping worse!  OhNatalie can we feed him now?  Ireally have to go bad and I want to see him swallow it down, please, he will bedoing it eventually, lets break him into that now so he is a fully functioning toilet.Ó

I began to cry again as the hot, acidic piss kept flowingdown my mouth.  I could not be atoilet, this was not happening!  Iwould not eat their shit, no matter what, piss was one thing, but no, no, no,this was a nightmare.

ŅWell letÕs allow our little boy to recover, no need topunish him too hard too fast, everything with time.  Since you have been so good, I will leave this with you soyou can hear us.Ó She called her roommateÕs cell number and then put her phonedown on the table next to me.  ŅNowyou can hear us while we are shopping, we will have the other phone on in mypurse.  You will feel like you areright there with us!  And we mighteven ask you how bad your poor tummy hurts, but donÕt count on it, shopping isa full time activity!Ó Natalie then made sure the hood over my head was secureand tied it down tight while her roommate was fastening the tube back in myass.  She gave it a firm shovewhich made me grunt into the feeding gag. ŅShut up, Baka loserÓ she whispered into her phone, which I could hearperfectly next to my ear.  Then Iheard the girls laughing as they walked out of the room, leaving me to endurein darkness and silence.

ÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ

Although I love shopping, I couldnÕt stay focused and enjoyit.  I was too excited about theloser I had tied up in my room a home. A full gallon of hot soapy water was at this moment trying to burst outof his ass.  I am positive he hashad more than a few gulps of that nasty concoction!  Oh this was so perfect!  I couldnÕt wait to get homeÉ!"

END PART 2

Natalie Part 3

ŅShopping always makes me feel good.  Prada, Gucci, Manolos, DG, so manyexpensive brands to choose from, whatÕs a poor college girl to do?  Well one solution would be to work hardand save up as much as I could to buy one special pair of shoes or onebag.  But why should I do that whenI can get what I want without having to do a bit of work.  Well ok, yes I do have to expend someeffort, but I wouldnÕt call blackmailing a hormone-driven hard-on with a bodyattached to it work.  No, thatÕs pureenjoyment!Ó Natalie was thinking all these thoughts to herself as they perusedBergdorfÕs.  Every now and then shewould give her roommate a knowing look, and they would both smile and laugh,reviling in the power they had over weak-willed, spaghetti-kneed, spineless,undisciplined, jerky boys.  

ŅHow many gulps do you think he has had?Ó

ŅI donÕt know, but whatever it is, its not enough!Ó herAsian cheerleader roommate shot back, and both girls cracked up.

Men were plaything to these beauties.  They could find a weakness in almostany man they ever met and exploit it for their gain.  As a matter of fact, at this very moment, one of thosewalking hard-ons was back in their apartment, tied down to a gurney, ass in theair, trying with all his might to keep a full gallon of cramp inducing, hotsoapy water from leaking out of his ass, and via tube, into his gaggedmouth.  She could have sworn sheheard him gag and swallow three times already.  She had her phone in her purse, it was on speaker so shecould hear every little noise he made. His moaning and crying brought peals of laughter from both of the girls.

ŅThat will be $875.25,Ó the cashier sweetly intoned, sensingthat these girls were out shopping on someone elseÕs dime.  ŅUsually those older guys like to bewith the girls when they shopÉ she must have this one wrapped around herfinger, but good,Ó she mused to herself as Natalie handed over a platinum MBNAVisa card to her.  Of course it washis credit card.  Natalie sure ashell was not going to pay over $800 for a pair of shoes that she will in alllikelihood only wear once or twice. Natalie had already gone through his $500 ATM limit on a dress and somemakeup.   Now she was maxingout each and every credit card he had. She was going to put him deep into debt, so deep that he would never beable to get himself out from under it! 

Oh she loved the feeling of power, the power she had overhim just coursed through her veins. If he so much as made a peep or worse, failed to pay down these cards bynext weekend so she could shop the new Fall sales, she would make sure his lifewas ruined.  And the best part was,he had no idea that he was already in way over his head.  She would be sure to tell him, in themost emasculating and degrading of circumstances.  The best way to break someone was to toy with them, untilthey realize that there is nothing that they can do to escape. 

ŅOnce he realizes how futile his situation is, he wont everfight back, and I will have another perfect pet!Ó  she was hot between her thighs as the charge card machinesang out another expensive sale, another weight added to his mountain ofdebt. 

ŅGod, I canÕt wait to show him all the receipts. Let him addup in his head how much we have spent, and then stuff the bits of paper intohis mouth, one at a time, and make him swallow them!Ó Natalie said aloud to herroommate, her eyes alight at the prospect of further humiliation.  The sexy, intuitive sales girl lookedup for a second, smiled and thought, ŅOh, heÕs one of those kinds, how luckythese girls are!Ó

ŅI am going to cover them in hot sauce first and then whenhe is chewing them, I swear to god, I am going to hold his nose shut and slaphis pig-face over and over until he swallows.  I love making losers eat the receipts, it better thankicking them in the ballsÉÓ

ŅWeeeeellllll, ALMOST!!!Ó both girls said in unison anddoubled over laughing. 

ŅTo be honest, I kind of wish he was hereÉ We need someoneto carry our bags!Ó Natalie said, still laughing.

ŅI donÕt mean to interrupt, but I know the kind of guy youare looking for.Ó It was the young salesgirl.  Natalie and her roommate listened intently, they knew thatthese salesgirls were sort of like the concierges at great hotels.  They know everything and having one onyour side could be a major asset. ŅSee the older gentleman over in the shoesection?  The one sitting down,pretending to read while he indulges the view?  Maybe he would like to lend you a hand?Ó  Oh yes, Natalie saw this lecherous,disgusting old pervert when they walked in.  At the time she was wondering who on earth would be withsuch a sickly, slimy creep, but now it was clear.  He might be well dressed and trying to look the part, butNatalie had radar for men like him. He was on his own and he was enjoying himself a little too much.  She could see the bulge in his trousersalready. 

ŅOh, you are going to pay dearly for your transgressions,each and every one,Ó she whispered to herself as her eyes narrowed.  Her chest heaved with the thoughts ofbreaking another jellyfish-spined loser. Her long legs and deadly curves were too much for the weaker sex.  And her roommate was just as deadly.  They might look sweet and na•ve, butboth women were skilled at manipulating, controlling and smashing the egos ofwell-healed Ņgentlemen.Ó  Her Asiancohort made an audible ŅTskÓ and both girls sauntered over, their sexy walkbelaying their true intentions. The poor old man never had a chance.

He didnÕt see them coming.  Natalie sat right next to him, and when he looked overstartled, she smiled, and then pointed to her feet, which were resting on asalesmanÕs shoe stool. 

ŅMassage,Ó was all she said.  He blinked and his mouth fell open a little bit.

ŅAre you deaf? Massage my feet, IÕve been walking on them all day.  Get off this chair and get down on yourknees and put yourself to good use.Ó Her expression didnÕt change. He couldnÕt look away from her eyes.  But when he did, her chest, her tiny waist, and her long,tanned legs made his entire body, except for one area in particular, gocompletely limp.  She held his gazeuntil he snapped out it, and without a word, he got down in front of her,removed her Italian leather heels and as if in a dream, ran his hands over herfeet.  He let out an audible moanand began massage her feet in earnest. The tent in his pants was clearly visible to both girls, however theycompletely ignored it for now.

Her roommate stood next to him, her arms crossed and spokedown to the little man, ŅAfter you are done with her, mine need attention.Ó Helooked up, still trying to take in the situation to which he now found himselfapart.

The two girls chatted, not paying a bit of attention to thefoot freak as he worked over their feet, knowing this would only drive on himfurther, his lust going from simmer to boil.  They attracted the attention of another sales girl who couldliterally smell an easy sale, and before he knew what was happening, the AsianPrincess was trying on a pair of $700 knee high boots which he was alreadyagreeing to pay for.  She lookedamazing.  She was wearing shortsthat hugged every curve of her perfect ass, and her tight tank top let him knowshe meant business.  ŅYou bettermake more than I can spendÓ was emblazoned across her chest, and when shesnapped her fingers, he instinctively reached for his wallet and she took it,giving it to the sales girl who was more than happy to ring it up.

ŅGood boy,Ó the Asian beauty praised him, the stiffie in hispants now throbbing with every heartbeat. Who were these girls?  Sheraised her boot and pressed the heel against his face.

ŅLick!Ó she commanded him.  He came without even touching himself, and while stillpulsing into his trousers, the two girls giggled, got out of their chairs andpointed to their bags.

ŅCarry those and follow us to the car, and be a dear andstay a few steps behind us.  WedonÕt want anyone here to think were with youÉ Loser!Ó Natalie arched her back,her chest, magnificent and perfect, put her LaPerla bra to the test.  The poor old man was ensnared.  Even though he had just filled hispants with millions of swimming sperm, he could already feel his tension risingagain.  Both girls handed the oldpervert their bags and further belittled the utterly helpless man at theirfeet.

ŅWe know what you were doing here, and donÕt think thatpaying for a pair of boots is going to get you off the hook.  We could have you banned form thisstore, you vile pathetic excuse for a man,Ó the Asian Goddess reminded him.

ŅAnd since I didnÕt get any thing out of you except for afoot massage I am going to be the one that passes your sentence.  Come on, baldy, we donÕt have any moretime to waste on you.Ó Natalie finished as the girls trotted off leaving themall urchin to hastily scamper behind them.

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Although he could hear everything, the pain in his abdomenwas blotting out any coherence of the girls shopping trip.  He was sweating, the entire gurney wascovered in his perspiration.  Hehad no idea how long he had been there. Time had lost its meaning, only pain continued, coming in waves, makinghim groan and whimper.  He couldhear them laughing and talking, ringing up charges.  Periodically Natalie would yell down into her purse and givehim a running total of what he was spending.  He lost count at $3,000.  He was miserable. He would pay anything for the girls to get home and release him fromthis contraption.  Oh godÉ oh god,the painÉ he could feel his insides churning, his muscles contracting, and knewanother gulp of nasty ass water was coming down the tube, oh Jesus, his mouthwas already full, he had to swallow. He gagged and gulped it down, praying to whoever was listening to sethim free.  It was then that heheard a man scream and the car doors shut.  Then clearly,

ŅYea, kicking a guy in the balls is definitely still morefun than shopping,Ó then howls of laugher.  Natalie and her roommate were having the time of theirlives.  As the car engine revvedand the static and distortion played down through the phone, he began to cry withrelief, hoping they would come straight home and show him mercy. 

He heard a lock turn and the sound of keys.

ŅWeÕre hommeeee! Did you miss us,Ó the girls called out from the living room, their heelsclicking on the tile floor down the long hallway approaching him.  He was frantic, his guts were boilingagain and he knew that unless he was let out soon another foul mouthful wouldbe on its way.

ŅAww look, heÕs right where we left him, such a good boy!Óthe Asian princess reached out and poked his belly.  ŅAnd he still looks full, I donÕt know whether we should lethim out.Ó  His eyes were bulgingand he struggled to show his suffering was unbearable.  He wouldnÕt be able to take another 5minutes, he just couldnÕt.  ŅI knowthat ŌThe Devil Wears PradaÕ is playing down the street, why donÕt we let ourpuppy suffer a few more hours, I donÕt think he has learned his lesson!Ó shewalked around his bound body and kneeled down, looking him straight in theeyes.

ŅHmmmÉ.Ó Natalie set her bags down and stood over him.  She looked down into his puppy dog eyesand smiled. ŅWell, I donÕt know. He has been so good.  Hespent so much on us today!  And youknow, he still has his punishment enema coming to him.  Lets let him decide.Ó  She sat down in the chair in front ofhim and held his chin.  ŅWhat doyou think?  Would you rather us goto the movies and leave you here, or would you rather take a break and thenallow us to give you a punishment enema while we try on all the things youbought for us today.  WouldnÕt youlike that?  To see us in our newoutfits while you endure your punishment?Ó

He would do anything, he had to get out of this, his insideswere tearing him apart.  Maybe hecould even try to talk his way out of it or sneak off after he relieved himself.  He knew they couldnÕt keep him againsthis will. 

ŅBang your head on the table, once for Yes and twice forNo.Ó

He raised his head as much as his restraints would allow andmade a huge thud on the table. Both girls clapped and cheered. Before he could think, the Asian Princess punched his stomach, and infront of both of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, he had to gulp downone more mouthful of his insides. 

The girls laughed harder, Natalie covering her mouth, ŅOhthat was so gross!  He is such adisgusting pig,Ó and she held his hood and then slapped his face withvenom.  ŅPIG!Ó she yelled down athim and viciously slapped him again. And Again.  He was in hell.

As the girls began to undue his straps, he felt relief washover him.  Natalie left the room asthe Asian beauty helped him off the table and led him to the bathroom.  She roughly kicked him in the ass andshut the door behind him.

ŅMake sure to flush a lot, we donÕt want your stink in ourapartment, got it Loser?Ó

He was free. Yes he was in the bathroom, his insides spewing out of his ass, but hewas free.  His clothes were nothere, but he didnÕt care, he would run back to his apartment in the blue gownand then call the police if he had to get his things back.  They had had their fun, but he wasdone.  He was through.  He had enough of their sick games. 

As he sat on the toilet, he heard heels clicking towards thedoor.  He got up and locked itquickly.  He wasnÕt letting themin, no way, he was getting the hell out of here.  These girls were clearly psychotic.  He sat back on the toilet with a sigh,and then noticed something sliding under the door.  Then another. Then another.  He got upagain and saw they were pictures. He picked them up.  Theywere pictures of him and Natalie drinking in his apartment.  There were also pictures of him at hiswindow in his apartment clearly during one of his jerkoff sessions.  Then another picture of him on thegurney, trussed up like a turkey with the enema filling him up.  He heard a giggle.

Her voice startled him through the door, but what she saidmade his blood turn cold.  ŅI havevideos too, many videos of you jerking off to me in the courtyard.  Do you know I am only 19?  I bet if the police found pictures ofus drinking in your apartment, with you feeding me shots until I was a drunkenmess, well, I just bet they would believe my side of the story.  Any old story I wanted to tell them.  I donÕt know if being a peeping tom isany kind of violation of the law, but I know others would sure find itinteresting!  And if you think I amkidding, why donÕt you try me?  Iwould have fun posting the blow ups all around our apartment complex of you gettingyour enema.  So donÕt get anyideas, dogboy, finish up in there and then meet us back in the doctorÕsoffice.  You have your punishmentenema coming to you.  And besides,donÕt you want to see us in the new outfits you bought us?Ó

His heart sank. He collapsed back on the toilet and began to cry.  He sobbed, uncontrollably now, hecouldnÕt stop.  He was awreck.  Oh god, he couldnÕt takeanother enema, he just couldnÕt These girls were so cruel, but he was trapped.  They had him by the balls and there was no way out.  As he continued to cry, he heard thedoor being fiddled with and finally unlocked.  He looked up in time to see both girls, dressed again intheir sexy nurse outfits, complete with hats and elbow length gloves, comingfor him.  He had no strength toresist, and as each girl took him by the arm and dragged him out of the bathroom,he cried harder. 

ŅThere, there puppy, I promise this one will be much morepainful, but donÕt worry, you wont be recycling your waste this time.ÓNatalieÕs singsong voice echoed down the hallway as they led him to hisfate.  ŅI am going to plug you upgood so that the cramps are worse and the aching never ends.  You are in way over your head, littleboy.  Life comes with consequences,and you are going to get what is coming to you.  Just take it like a good boy, donÕt fight us, and I give youmy word we will do out best to keep you nice and hard during yourpunishment.  See were not all thatbad are we?Ó  His sobs grew louderand he tried to find his feet, but the hours he spent tethered to the table hadrobbed him of any strength.  Thegirls tightened their grip on his arms and felt his resistance melt away.

ŅThatÕs it, Loser, give in and give up to us.  We own you, whether you like it ornot.  We are going to repay you 100times for every single time you stared at us and raped us with your thoughts.  We are going to administer to you, inlarge doses, the medicine you need. Its over now, you donÕt have a choice, and in the long run, you willcome to enjoy it.  They all doeventually, they have no choice, and you wont either,Ó the Asian Princess needledhim with her words. 

Natalie winked to her roommate and she smiled back as theyhauled him down the hallway to the medical room.  Oh yes, he was going to suffer all night at their finelymanicured hands.

His tears continued to flow as he begged and pleaded withthem to let him free, to forgive him for anything he did, to let him go.  He couldnÕt take another enema, he wasexhausted and begged for their mercy. 

ŅAlthough your begging is sweet, thatÕs not the attitude welike to hear, is it Natalie?Ó

ŅNo its not, but believe me, ass breath, we have heard itall before, and you arenÕt going anywhere but up on this table for yourpunishment!Ó  Natalie cemented herwords by dragging him up on the gurney and holding his head down while herroommate set herself to strapping him down, tighter this time, leaving him notone inch to move or struggle.  Hewas finished.

He would repay each of his sins, he would be a never endingsacrifice on their altar.  Nataliewas flushed with arousal and she noticed her roommate was also buzzing withsexual excitement.  The lust ofwhat was to come was overpowering both girls and they couldnÕt wait to have himtaking their special enema, watching his face as it filled his insides,helpless and writhing in absolute pain. Oh how they loved breaking in their new toys.  Breaking them in, breaking them down, and breaking themcompletely!

End Part 3

Natalie 4

Strapped down on the table once again, his entire body was immobilized.  Wrists, ankles, thighs, arms, elbows, neck- every part of him was wrapped up and cinched down tight.  The belt around his back was so severe that, with his knees tucked under his chest, he found it difficult to breath.  He knew it was useless to resist, he had promised them everything.  Money, favors, anything - he pled with the two of them not to give him another enema.  They weren’t even paying attention to him.

Natalie was talking to her roommate about the loser they had kicked in the balls, the old man who bought her the boots, as she opened the large jar of lubricant, “I mean, I wasn’t going to let him get away with his perversions.  You know he deserved to be kicked, he knows it too, or he wouldn’t have asked for my phone number afterwards.”  Her roommate took the business end of the inflatable enema nozzle and dipped it into the jar of lube.  It was going in, but it wasn’t coming out for a long time.

“Ok, little boy, now hold your breath and maybe push out a little, it will make it easier.  You know perfectly well that if I wanted I could just shove this enema tube right up your ass with just one good, hard, shove,” and she pushed the enema nozzle inside his rectum, he squealed and then yelled in pain as she began feeding the enema tube further and further.  She stopped and then inflated the balloon inside him, now there was no way this was coming out, no mater how hard he tries.  “Oh this enema is going to make you wish we had gone to TWO movies, you are going to regret ever jerking off to me from your balcony you sick” SLAP! “twisted” SLAP! “disgusting” SLAP! “old” SLAP! “man!” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! 

She slapped his face over and over, he could feel the Asian nurse attaching something to the tube sticking out of his ass.  Oh God.  Oh God, no!  It was a large metal tin can, but the clear tube showed the contents of the can to be thick and dark green.  She then hooked this up to a small hand pump. 

“All tied up, and no where to go… but up your ass!” Natalie laughed in his face as she spat on him.  He could take anything, just not another enema.  His body was limp and unable to move.  He couldn’t take another, he just couldn’t, his insides would explode. 

The two young ladies just smiled and patted his head.  They were somewhere else entirely.  Natalie couldn’t wait to try on some of her new outfits and show them off to him, just to see his expression of lust intermixed with pain.  Her cleavage, her ass, her legs, she wanted him to be consumed with desire for her as he suffered in the most humiliating way.  Her roommate couldn’t care less about the clothes, sure they were nice, but she wanted to be the one to click the enema tube open and watch his face twist in agony as the thick, syrup-like concoction worked its way through his bowels.  It was a special mixture that included molasses, crushed hot peppers and other bits of nasty stuff to make it unbearable for the poor little man. 

Oh how she loved that first look of pain as the peppers start to irritate the subjects intestinal lining.  The sweating was also a favorite.  Sometimes she would wipe it from their face, dabbing at the beads of sweat, while she coaxed the person to take more.  Whispering in their ear that there was only a little bit to go, squeezing the bag to force more of the liquid in quicker, hearing the person moan in agony.  That all made her so wet.  But tonight would be different, he would be forced to take a lot more and they would mercilessly tease him, bringing him close to orgasm and then leave him there, over and over and over, until he had no resistance left..  Part of Natalie’s idea was to train him to begin to associate pain and humiliation with pleasure.  Neither girl cared if it worked, they just loved doing it to him, he was such a fucking loser, both girls sensed they could push him further than anyone they had broken before.  He was just so malleable, like putty!

“Ok now, don’t you go anywhere, we will be right back,” Natalie’s cute voice buzzed through his brain.  God watching her ass wiggle as she left the room with her roommate made him stiff.  He wanted her so badly, and somehow he had gone from drinking with her last night in his apartment to being blackmailed and used like some, like some experiment, like some object!  He felt himself stiffen and bob as he heard the girls giggling, their high heels coming towards the door.  His jaw literally dropped and hit the table when the two girls came back in.  They were wearing catholic school girl uniforms.  The skirts were way too short and their white blouses were tight and inviting.  Their socks were pulled up to their knees, white and innocent, and their hair in cute pigtails.  They came in and stood on each side of his head, hands on hips, looking down at him like an insect.

“You were right, he really is pathetic. It took less than a day to get him here, and already you are breaking him in.  I thought he had more pride, a bigger ego, but its obvious even he knows he is not good enough to be in our presence.  He wouldn’t subject himself to all this if he thought he had a chance with you!”  Her roommate was talking and running her latex gloved hands over his back as she said it.  He was getting goose bumps.  It felt good what she was doing, but he couldn’t help but disagree with her.  He was a man, not a loser, and he had his limits.  At least he thought he did, he half wondered to himself what he wouldn’t do for her. 

The Asian roommate was looking down at him, she stuck one of her gloved hands into his mouth and pried it open. “You are lucky we wont gag you tonight.  We want to hear your beautiful music.  All of your moans and screams, groans and whines, even your begging, we will have it all from you tonight!  You have no idea how painful this is going to be! I can feel you trembling, my poor little piggie, but that’s not going to save you.  Nothing can save you, we want to see you suffer while we show you what you can never, ever have.”

Natalie bent forward and brought her ass to his face.  “Kiss it, loser, kiss my ass you fucking pathetic Pig!  Kiss it and tell me how lucky you are to be here, to be tied up, penetrated, filled, and financially fucked over.  Say out loud that you love it when I treat you like shit, that you aren’t worthy to be with me unless you are paying for it.  Go on, I want to hear you say it before we start.  Say it or I promise you, we will make it worse for you.  Give in to me, slowly, one bit at a time, and before you know it, there will be nothing of you left.  Only the parts that I want to remain.  The spineless wimp part, the sniveling loser part, the pathetic geek part, and hopeless romantic.  All the parts of you that I can then mold and use and twist to fit what I want.  You will slowly be turned into my plaything.  This is just the first step.  I love this part the most, its all down hill from here, my pet, once you give in just a bit, I will keep making you give a little more every time.  That’s it, repeat it, over and over.  That’s a good loser. “ 

She nodded to her roommate who arranged the mirror in front of his face so she could see his expression when she started his flow.  Her hand was on the clicker, and with her other gloved hand, she made sure the thick tube was fully inserted in his ass and the bulb inside was inflated to its maximum.  “this isn’t going to come out, no matter how much he tries to push.  Oh he is so fucked!  I hope you know we will be saving your tears, its how we measure your pain.  The last loser we had in here filled two test tubes with his tears.  You will cry much more. As soon as I click this, you are going to descend into a level of pain few ever experience.  I hope you enjoy the show as I pump every last bit of this punishment enema into you!”

He began to beg to be let go, to stop it while they couldn’t get in trouble.  The two girls laughed at that remark and rolled their eyes.  “Natalie, did you hear that?  He was making threats!  Maybe we should stop.  Maybe we should let him go…”

“Or maybe we should pump him full of that enema until he squeals like a pig!”

And with that, she clicked the tube open and slowly began to raise and lower the pump handle.  The liquid was so thick it had to be forced down his insides with a special pump.  It assured maximum delivery.  And maximum pain.  He grimaced as he felt his insides expand and he began to shake as the first big cramp hit him. 

The previous enema they had given him he held for almost 4 hours.  He didn’t think he could make 20 minutes with this one, it was somehow – thicker?  He could feel it pushing through him more forcefully.  Just when his cramps really began to give him fits, he felt something which worried him.  It felt like his insides were slowly beginning to catch on fire, and the feeling was getting more intense and moving up inside him.  Oh god what the hell were they putting inside him? 

“Oh god it burns!  It burns!  What is that?  What did you put inside me?  Oh please make it stop, it’s too much, I can’t take this!”

Natalie turned on the stereo to drown his screams, some techno was blaring out and bouncing off the tile walls.  She turned off all the lights and then turned on two strobes.  He felt hands on his cock, it was her Asian roommate, she was masturbating him with her gloved hand, it was covered in some sort of oil.  He felt as if tiny sparks were going off inside his brain, his breathing shortened and his mind was focused instantly on Natalie.  She was right in front of him, touching his lips with her fingers, pulling his head in between her legs and then pushing him away.  He was in ecstasy, he felt as though he was floating.  Part of his body could still feel the enema, pushing and burning its way through his insides, but he concentrated as much as he could on Natalie and on the hands on his privates.  He couldn’t believe it was really Natalie’s roommate, just thinking about her made him mad with lust.  He looked down at the mirror and could see her behind him.  She had been watching him this entire time.  She winked into the mirror and then began to jerk him harder, bringing him right to the brink of an orgasm. 

“He’s getting close, Natalie, do you want the honors or can I start.”

Natalie perked up, out of her sexual tease and walked around the back of the gurney.  “I found him, I want to be the first.  You go hold his face, it’s my turn to see his expression in the mirror.”

As her roommate went around the other side of the gurney, knelt in front of him and held him by his hair, face down looking into the mirror, he felt helpless.  He was on the edge of a massive orgasm, and then nothing.  He looked down into the mirror and saw Natalie, she blew him a kiss, her eyes sparking and bright.  And then he saw stars.  And again.  Before he could get out a scream it happened a third time.  He let out a howl that changed to a shriek when she kicked him, full force, with her $800 Manolo’s that he had bought for her that day.  She kicked him like that 4 more times, once for each hundred he spent.

“You know, most guys would pay a lot more for me to kick them in the balls, don’t you dare think I feel sorry for you.  You should thank me for putting up with you, sooner or later we are going to be in public together, and I want people to see a broken, jellyfish-spined, ruined man. Its not my fault that you are a loser, but face up to it, you are such a worthless subhuman pig that you actually deserve what you get when you are with me.  It wouldn’t be right of me not to put you through this.  To be with beauty, there is suffering,” and she kicked him one last time,

“These $800 shoes you will soon be cleaning with your tongue each morning.  You think I am kidding?  Maybe after spending a month in the closet you will think otherwise.  I might just put you in my shoe cleaner box and keep you there for weeks!  Trust me, your tongue will be so sore after a week of cleaning shoes non- stop.  Between the two of us we have over 300 pairs of shoes and boots.  Do you know if it takes you 15 minutes a pair, in a 12 hour day you would only get 48 shoes done per day?  Just think of that, it would take over 6 days to clean them all, and then after a day off, you would get to start all over again!” she said this as she walked around to face him and shoved her shoe under his face.  He was still in an unbearable state of pain, not only was he full of god knows what, but also his testicles had just been punted too many times for him to recall.  He could see they were swelling already. 

“Lick the sole or I march right behind you again and give those eggs of yours another crack.” She spoke easily, as though she was telling a small dog what to do.  He stuck out his tongue and the tears fell down off of his face into a funnel, which fed directly into a test tube tray. 

!!SLAPP!!! His face stung. !!SLAPP!!!  “Thank me for kicking you in the balls, you fucking loser!” He thanked her over and over, he begged her to let him go, that his insides were on fire, that she and her roommate could take as much of his money as they wanted, he wouldn’t say anything to anyone, to just let him go.  He pleaded until both girls got up and left the room.  He was worried.  They couldn’t just leave him, but maybe they had?  Maybe they were tired of his begging and whining.  He couldn’t help it, he was literally exploding inside out.

The music changed and the door flew open, both girls were wearing strapless black dresses and simple heels.  His brain was beginning to crack.  He couldn’t take any more pain, but as the Asian girl lifted her dress from behind and swiveled to plant her ass crack directly on his face, he moaned and shuddered.  He was getting turned on again, and now he could feel Natalie’s hands.  Oh jesus, she was good.  He felt like a cow, he was being milked.  He began to moo.

“What are you doing loser, Pigs don’t moo, they grunt and squeal, do that for us instead, piggie, snort and then lick my asshole,” she said as she slid the thong covering the crack of her ass to one side and grabbed him by both ears, pulling his face in between her perfect ass.  He snorted over and over and then she felt him lick her asshole.  She pressed herself fully on him and felt his tongue slide up inside her.  She wanted him to feel something.  Something to make him think about what she could do to him, how she had no barriers, no taboos, how she existed for the moment.  His tongue was deep in her ass, she could feel him breathing, his nose sending chills up her spine as his breath ran across her ass crack.  Then he felt it, he stopped and tried to pull backwards.  She just held him by his ears and pushed.  She pushed just a little bit, so he could feel it again.

“That’s right, feel that pressing up against your tongue?  What if I told you to keep your mouth open.  Right now.  To feel me push this into your mouth.”  As she was saying this, he felt sick.  He couldn’t do that.  He couldn’t do that.  Then he felt Natalie’s hands on him.  Again.  He was hard as a rock.  He felt her lean forward on him, pressing her chest on his back.  Whispering to him, “Come on Loser, let her do it.  Its just another piece of you we are taking away.  This removes any remaining shred of ego and self-respect you have.  It’s a big step, we know, but just keep your mouth open, and we will do the rest.  That’s all you have to do.  Keep it open for her.”  Her hands were running up and down him, milking him, sliding slick over his head and down the shaft.  He was so aroused, he couldn’t think anymore. He just listened to her and felt something else give way, another weight fall of his shoulders.

He felt it move again.  It was pressing up against his tongue now, oh god it was about to go into his mouth.  And right then, she stopped.  His tongue was still in her ass, but just the tip.

“You are so weak, look at you, leaking pre-cum all over the table!  One would think I was about to give you a blowjob, and not about to shit in your mouth!  God, you really are a disgusting Pig!” She turned around and slapped his face hard.  Then he felt Natalie, she was crushing his balls with her hands.  Just squeezing one with each hand, she brought a deep moan from him.  “One day you will perform as my full toilet, and I will feed it to you, cut it with a fork and knife and feed you every last bite.  Maybe the time after that I will make a sandwich for you.  Or would you like it in an ice cream cone? Each time I do it, I am going to videotape it.  Believe me, when you look on the wall and see 20 videotapes, all of you serving as my toilet, you will never think twice to disobey me.  Just one of those tapes would RUIN you COMPLETELY!  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, except the smell.  But the power over you once we have those tapes… its absolute.  Can you think of anything worse?  Can you think of anything more deviant and humiliating?  I can assure you, you will have lots of time to contemplate that.” 

And she put her ass back on his mouth and squeezed his ears until his tongue slid back into place.  She pushed down and she knew her shit was pressing on his tongue.  She loved knowing he was terrified.  That with the slightest push, she could fill his mouth with her shit.  Natalie began to cover his cock with oil and vigorously ran her hands over him.  He began to moan, he was getting so close again.  On his tongue, deep in her ass, he could actually begin to taste her shit.  Oh god, he could taste it, he couldn’t believe he was doing this.  She pushed a little harder and more of his tongue was buried in her excrement. 

“Take you tongue out now” she ordered him as she squeezed her ass shut and Natalie took her hands off of his body.  They both watched his stained tongue go back into his mouth, his face one of sickening revulsion at the realization of what he had just done.  Before he could think further, the Asian Princess ripped off a long strip of duct tape and wound it around his head five times, completely sealing his mouth shut, then patting it with her manicured hands, just to make sure the seal was nice and tight.  She smiled into his eyes, pinched his nose shut, and giggled.

“Come on shit mouth, swallow and I’ll let you breathe, swallow what’s in your mouth.  Do you know your tongue was covered in my shit?  Can you taste it when you swallow?”  she asked in all seriousness.  He could see her face, it was right next to his, her breath was hot and she was definitely turned on.  He blinked and then started to swallow.  She let go of his nose, he couldn’t believe he was swallowing, but he had no choice.  As he breathed in deep through his nostrils, he could taste it even more.  He tried not to vomit.  His body convulsed and his eyes watered.  How could they do this to him?

He began crying again, his head down, a broken man.  The Asian Princess straddled his head, and leaned over his body.  Natalie held his penis in her hand and slowly stroked him as she leaned forward and gave her roommate a kiss.  They were both hot, breaking this lowlife loser had been such a turn on.  She needed some release.  Their tongues intertwined, and she milked him harder.  He began to grunt and snort again, she knew he was close.  She slowed down to make him suffer more.  Her roommate moved her hands over her shoulders and down her sides to her hips.  Natalie was in burning up inside.

He felt Natalie unscrew something and then saw the tube fall away to the side. Then he felt something snap or release.  Then three more.  The girls were lifting him.  He was still tied down to a metal tray, but he had been detached from the entire table/gurney.  They carried him into a larger bathroom.  There was a shower stall, and he was carried inside that and set down on the tile basin.  His hard-on still raged.  Both girls saw this and had to laugh, taking a minute or two to stroke him and tease him closer before stopping.

“OK Loser, I am going to turn on the shower and then unplug you.  It will take about an hour for you to expel everything.  It’s going to burn.  A lot” Natalie laughed, hoping she could hear his screams down the hall while she and her roommate curled together in sadistic passion.  Both girls were reliving the day in their minds as their mouths were busy bringing each other to orgasm.  The pathetic man, bound to a metal tray, tucked into the shower stall, blasted with water, screamed every few minutes or so as the enema found it’s way out his bowels.  At first it was a waterfall of pain, but then it subsided, and worse, took longer.  Each push brought more pain, it felt as if fire was spewing out of his ass.  The girls couldn’t help but hear his screams and let themselves fall into a sexual abyss.  They imagined all the other things they were going to do to him: KY with hot sauce, a wasabi catheter, tattooing, branding, cutting, brainwashing, manipulating, exploiting, destroying- oh he was going to be their canvas, whether he wanted to or not.

When the girls finished, they walked to the bathroom together, both of them completely naked.  They showered in the stall next to where the loser was still tied down.  They knew he could hear them in the shower together.  A bath was running as well, and while the girls played in the tub together, he dozed off.  He couldn’t remember being this exhausted before.  And now he was losing the battle with consciousness.  He was in a deep sleep when they slid him out of the shower and into a dog cage 

“Go on to bed, I will be right there, I want to milk him first,” Natalie looked up to her roommate as she knelt down, and with a gloved hand covered in a shiny gel, took his shaft and stroked him mechanically and efficiently.  If anyone had been witnessing, they would have said it looked like she was just at working milking a cow or something.  There was no tenderness, just an orgasm of purpose.  He woke up right before he came.  She collected it in her gloved hand, then dipped her fingers in it and forced each one into his mouth.

“Suck, loser, suck and swallow your sperm.  Swallow your essence and give me what’s left of your backbone.  Think of how much better you feel when I am in control, making the decisions for you, giving you attention, even if it might seem like I am cruel, I do all this because I care for you.” His mind was swimming with emotions.  Here he was, in a cage, his own orgasm being fed to him, whiles she stroked him and gently held him.  He didn’t know what was going on at all anymore.  He just existed in either pain or pleasure, and now, in sleep, as he drifted off in a post orgasmic bliss, he felt good, as though he belonged here.

Natalie removed the straps holding him down, tossed in a blanket, and then shut and locked the dog cage.  What a fucking dork, she smirked and covered the cage with a black sheet.  His goose was cooked, and she couldn’t wait to break him further, but she actually began to feel something for her little pet.  It wasn’t pity or love, but it was some mix of the two, some form of inverted affection.  She loved hurting him and torturing him, making him cry gave her special pleasure.  She couldn’t let him grow on her too long, because sooner or later, he was going to be of no more use to her, and then she would have to toss him aside.  “Get a good nights sleep, loser, tomorrow were going to break you once and for all.” She said out loud and turned off the light.

End Part 4

Natalie part 5

He woke up, naked, his body aching.  His back hurt and his legs were in cramps.  It was still dark.  The dog cage didn’t have much padding and was not long enough for him to fully recline.  It was about 4 feet long and 2 feet wide.  Not a lot of room.  He did have a blanket and small pillow.  He tried to roll over and rest on his other hip.  He fell back asleep, but only for about an hour.  He shifted again, repeating the cycle all night long.  When he heard someone stirring in the apartment he shuffled around and listened intently.  He couldn’t see anything; a blanket was covering his cage.  He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been there.

“Please, Natalie… Mai… can you please come and let me out?  My back is killing me, this cage is too small to sleep in, please!” he yelled out, hoping one of the girls would hear him and come to his rescue.  He was tired and hurting all over.

He heard footsteps walking around.  Then the sound of a toilet flushing and a sink running.  Then the footsteps were approaching his cage.  Thank God!

The bright lights hurt his eyes as the blanket was taken off of the cage.  The windows in the room were open, it was morning.  He had made it through the night, but he was exhausted, he never got more than 2 hours of sleep at a time.  His muscles were cramping and he couldn’t get his head to stop pounding.  He saw her silhouette, the morning sun shining bright behind her, hiding her features from him. 

“So, puppy, how do you like your new home?” his eyes began to adjust.  Oh God, she looked absolutely gorgeous.  So this is how she looks when she wakes up.  It was Natalie, her hair was a fountain of blonde, spilling all around her body.  The sun behind her created different patterns and colors, she was almost glowing like an angel.  She was wearing a long sleeved pink and white striped button down nightshirt that came down to her hips.  Her thin, tanned legs and enormous chest made his pulse race.  The buttons near the top of his shirt were open, and the others seemed to be stretching to their limit from the weight of her chest.  She bent over in front of him, giving him a most excellent view of her cleavage.

“Here puppy, I will let you out, but first, open your mouth” she said, her sweet voice playing through his head.  He was already caught like a fly in her web again.  He didn’t notice the pain in his back and hips, he was lost in her like he was every time her saw her.  It was everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her legs and of course her chest.  Her cleavage alone literally mesmerized him.  He couldn’t look away and he couldn’t think.  All he could do was remember how her breasts felt like against his face when he was doing shots with her in his apartment.  How did he find himself in this position…?

“Come on, loserboy, open that mouth of yours, that’s it…” she trailed off and stuck her hand in between the bars.  He opened his mouth, only half aware of what he was doing.  Her chest pressed up against the top of the cage and her shirt rode up over her thighs and hips as she reached down to give him a treat.  A dog treat.  He whimpered when he saw the pink and white matching panties she was wearing underneath her shirt.  He never saw the doggie biscuit in her hand, how could he have?  Heaven was inches from his face, just outside the bars, a tiny triangle of material held by small strings.  He was aroused, already his hard-on was raging and his mouth was dry. 

Then he felt something in his mouth. 

“Chew it up and swallow,” she backed away from the cage and put her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side waiting for him to comply.   He just started up at her, still in half a daze, then realized what she had given him and abruptly spit it out.  He looked up at her in disbelief.

“What the hell is going on here!  I am not a dog!  I am not going to sit here and eat dog biscuits and be your amusement!” he was upset, he had no sleep, he was angry at the feelings of betrayal and his arousal only made him twice as confused.  “Natalie, you two have to stop this at once, I am serious…”

Natalie let one of her hands fall to her side.  With the other hand, she slowly, delicately and with purpose, undid another button on her shirt.  She looked him in the eyes and raised an eyebrow as even more of her cleavage was now visible.  She lowered herself to her knees, pulled her shirt further apart, exposing more of her chest to him, and pushed her chest up against the metal bars.  His heart was a jackrabbit.

“C’mere…” she whispered to him and reached into the cage with both hands, her smile was wide and welcoming, her elbows were keeping her cleavage at an obscene angle against the cage.  Her hands grabbed his ears and tenderly pulled him forward, until his head was stuck in between the bars, and his nose was nestled right in her cleavage.  He was enveloped as much as he could be in her warmth, he could feel her chest rise and fall and tears sprang to his eyes as he was once again safe within her. 

She loved feeling his breath there, so close to something he will never, ever have.  Ever!  With one hand on his head, and the other picking up the dog treat he had spit out, she maneuvered the biscuit right to the edge of his lips and then whispered down to him again.

“Be a good boy, open up, chew and then swallow.  I need you to obey me.  Don’t you like me?  Don’t you like being here, being so close me?  Don’t you want to make me happy?  Give in to me, stop thinking and give in to me.  You know you want to, you need me.”  His breathing was coming in quick gasps.  He kept thinking he was going to pass out.  He wanted her so badly.  He felt a chill run through his body as her chest moved against his face when she spoke.  Natalie took the biscuit and pushed it in between his lips.  “In your mouth, loser!” she thought to herself as she grinned inwardly, knowing he was helpless against her.  “Girls with big tits get what ever they want.”

She then let her hand trail down from his mouth, and skillfully, with her thumb and finger, pinched the head of his cock straining in his boxers.  She pinched it in time with his heart beat.  She could feel his whole body shake with each pinch.  Her pinches turned to slow circles around the tip of his tent pole with the palm of her hand.  He was delirious. 

“Chew…” she whispered again, down to his face, planted firmly in between her glorious cleavage.  He moaned and she heard the first bite, the crack of the dog biscuit, the crack of his ego, his fractured personality that she intended to utterly tear down until only the most pathetic parts of him remained.  He moaned again as her other hand unfastened another button on her shirt, he tried to bend the bars with his face to get his head out.  He was chewing over and over, grinding the dog biscuit up.  He didn’t care at this point what it tasted like, he just wanted her.  He would do anything.

She pinched his nose shut with one hand and then grabbed his balls with the other.  His eyes betrayed both pain and fear.  She looked deep into him, through him, to his soul.  He could barely breath, he was trapped in her grasp and held by her gaze.  “Are you enjoying your breakfast now, loser?  Look at you, eating a dog bone!  Where did all that fight and backbone go?  I will tell you where it went, but I think you already know, don’t you?  You surrendered it to me!  Look at you, in a cage, your balls in my hand, and your mouth full of doggie treats!  Pathetic!  And you wanted to be my boyfriend, ha!  Look at you!  Don’t tell me that I can’t make you do anything I want!  And today, puppy, today I am going to break any last little bit of resistance and dignity that you have!  Now, SWALLOW!” she shouted at him, squeezing his testicles a little harder, and without even thinking twice he downed the dog treat.  He felt the soft, mushy, crumby biscuit scratch his throat as it went down.  He gagged for a second and then swallowed again.

She let go of his balls and un-pinched his nose, smiling as if she had never raised her voice once, “Such a good boy… Now let me get your special collar and then I can let you out of your cage and show you the apartment. You’ve really only seen the medical room, and I know you cant wait to be in there again, hmmm?”

He swallowed again and watched her walk out of the room.  Her legs, her feet, even her toes were perfect.  And the way her shirt rode just above the bottom of her ass, the bottom of her thong teasing him, made his pulse throb.  She came back in a minute with her roommate.  Mai was wearing a black, triangle bikini top and cut-off gray and baby blue sweatpants as shorts, no shoes, just her adorable Asian feet.  Her hair was in pigtails and she looked like she could be going to the beach or maybe even tailgating.  Both girls were talking and messing around with some chain and collar as they walked up to his cage.  He could see that Mai had some sort of cane?  But it was metal with a big dial and red button near the top.  What the hell?

“Now puppy, I am going to open your cage.  When I do, I need you to crawl on all fours over to us so that we can attach your new collar.  If you try any funny business, we will wake you up and remind you again, Mai’s cattle prod can sometimes be a little too much for people and they usually pass out.  Don’t make her use it on you, we really don’t want to, but if you don’t listen, we will have to.”  Natalie looked at her roommate and laughed as Mai pressed the red button, sending sparks and little bolts of lightening dancing around the tip of the cattle prod.

“Oh Jesus,” he thought to himself, the effect of her cleavage brainwashing session was beginning to wear off and he was desperate to get the hell out of here.  But with that cattle prod… he wasn’t sure if he should make a break for it now, or play along and try to make an escape later, when they didn’t suspect it.  The problem, he knew but wouldn’t admit to himself, was that the longer he was under her spell, the less and less likely he was to resist.  If he didn’t try to get out now, he might not want to leave when the next opportunity comes around, he might be so far gone that he couldn’t ever get away. And then what… and then what…

Mai approached the cage, unlocked the two bars, and swung the door open for him.

He slowly shuffled, on all fours, until he was out of the cage in front of Natalie.  She pulled his hair so he looked up into her face. 

“Now, puppy, I want you to know this is a very special day for you,” she held out the collar and began to lower and fasten it around his neck.  “Today we are going to take away your will power, crush your already puny ego, step on your self-esteem and snap that little twig of a backbone you have, once and for all,” she said, almost as if reading a dessert list, each word was exciting and delicious.  She tightened the collar further and then locked it shut. 

“Oh he is so fucked,” she thought to herself and shot Mai a knowing look.

“And believe it or not, this is going to help,” she said as she picked up a small silver remote control unit, her fingers teasing the buttons.  “Now, puppy, look at me, you were very good today, doing what I said, not struggling too much… but it took too much effort on my part, you were back talking me and being rude, you kept trying to resist me and kept fighting me…  But don’t you worry, that’s the last decision you will ever have to make.  We are here to cure you!”

She pressed down on the remote and sent shocks through his neck and down his spine.  It was so sudden and without any warning, he didn’t understand what was happening until she shocked him again.  His body involuntarily tensed up and jerked with every press of the button.  He could still hear her and see her, she was laughing at him, the sound of her laughter further emasculating him.  Mai was looking at him too, but she wasn’t smiling, she was inspecting him, he could feel it.

Natalie released the buttons and blew a kiss down to the dogboy, still laughing despite his pain.  He looked relieved, until he saw Mai walking over towards him with the cattle prod.

Still looking down into his eyes, Natalie continued, “Mai, would you be a doll and shock this subhuman loser with your cattle prod, for some reason I just want to see him on the floor crying before I have my breakfast.  Shock him until he is hoarse from screaming,” She said it so nonchalantly that he almost didn’t think he heard her right.  But there was no mistake about the cattle prod.  He tried to back away from Mai but Natalie kicked him forward and he fell face down.  He looked up just in time to see Mai’s bare feet coming to a stop inches away, a French manicure playing over her toes.

“Kiss it” Mai held out the edge of the cattle prod to his face.  He couldn’t back away, he couldn’t move, he was terrified of the sadistic tool.  She pressed it to his lips, and smiled, her voice feigning shock, “How dare you, old man, trying to go to first base with me on our first date!  I don’t kiss losers!” and then she did the unthinkable…

ZZZZIT!

His lips were on fire, he screamed and clawed at his face to make the pain stop.

Natalie set the remote down on top of the cage.  She crossed her arms under her chest and smiled, watching the man squeal and shake on the ground in front of her, screaming incoherently.  She was wet already.  God she loved seeing grown men break and crack like this!  Her entire body was flushed and hot.

“What was that?  You wanted a French kiss?” Mai asked him.  He wasn’t listening, he was still recovering from the first jolt.  And before he could think or react, she shoved the tip of the prod into his open, screaming mouth and pressed it onto his tongue before flicking the red button.  That particular shock sent him into hysterics.  He was screaming and begging with Mai to stop, but it was all coming out in gibberish, he sounded insane.  She took her little foot and pressed down on the side of his head, pinning him to the floor.

“Oh yes, you do like the cattle prod, hmmm?  Maybe instead of thinking from now on, you will just obey?” ZZZZIT!  “Maybe instead of resisting, from now on you will comply.”  ZZZZIT! Mai zapped him again, this time on his ass, then on his testicles, his cock, the bottoms of his feet, until he was utterly broken.  He was crying at the end of it, literally sobbing, curled up in the fetal position at Natalie’s feet while Mai paced around him shocking him over and over, the amusement on her face being the exact opposite of the agony on his.  Natalie felt an orgasm of one thousand waterfalls crush her when Mai finally took the prod and shoved it up his ass, zapping him again and again until he finally passed out.  She came hard and almost lost her balance, her body shaking with pleasure from the orgasm.

“Oh little loser, I have a feeling that you are going to be my favorite toy,” Natalie thought to herself as she recovered on the leather couch next to the cage.

“You know Natalie, this might be the best part of breaking a loser in - the first time they are out of the cage…  When they think about running, but are too afraid of the cattle prod… only to be collared, immobilized and then zapped by the cattle prod until they pass out!  Hahahaha!” Mai’s sadistic giggle was infectious and soon Natalie was giggling too, her chest bouncing up and down. 

“I cant wait until the pledges get here.  Did you call Becka yet?” Natalie asked her roommate, already busying herself with the day’s events.

“Yea, I did, she is sending over the 10 hottest.  Trust me, they will love this as much as we will, maybe more!” Mai said and accented it by zapping the prod over and over.  Both girls laughed harder, knowing that if things went right, today could be one they remember for years to come.

… … … … … …

He woke up with a start.

“Fuck!” he thought to himself, “These girls are completely insane, they actually enjoyed shocking me into unconsciousness!”  He couldn’t move.  His mouth was duct taped shut, he could feel it pulling on her hair and around his neck, it felt like they had used the whole roll.  The collar was still around his neck.  He was disoriented from passing out earlier, but he knew he didn’t have an inch of wiggle room.  He was bent over a table, face down, with his chest pressing against the smooth wood.  His wrists were roped and tied down to the legs of the table in front of him and he could feel each ankle was secured behind him.  More ropes or straps or something held him down to the table.  He was naked.  He could hear some music playing in the background and heard the two girls laughing and talking, from what sounded like the kitchen area.

There was the whirring of a blender and the sink was running.  He heard silverware spilling around and could smell something cooking.  It smelled sweet, like a cake or maybe a pie?  The kitchen was directly in front of him, hidden by two swinging doors and a wall.  He heard an ice machine chugging out cubes and then the doors swung open.  It was Mai, she was wearing a cooking apron covered in whipped cream, sprinkles, and other messy stuff.  He couldn’t tell if she was wearing any clothes at all underneath it, and he immediately became hard at the thought that she would be cooking naked, her tanned toned body so accessible under the apron.  She was carrying two large pitchers of drinks, margaritas and screwdrivers it looked to be.  Was this going to be some sort of party?  He didn’t like the implications, especially being bent over the table, vulnerable to whatever or whoever would be behind him.

“Well well well, our sleeping donkey is awake!” Mai giggled and set the pitchers down on the table, right near his head.  He wanted to say something, to scream, to yell, but the tape wouldn’t let him make a sound.  He  muffled a whimper.  She ruffled his hair and went back into the kitchen, the bow of the apron tied squarely above her black lace thong. 

“God, a thong and an apron, and that’s it?  Oh Jesus, I hope Natalie is wearing the same thing, oh god please please please” his thoughts were running wild in his head.  He didn’t even think about being bound anymore.  The thought of Natalie’s perfect breasts pressing against the apron, her legs long and lean, her flat tummy.  Oh he was beyond aroused, he was already panting with desire.

More noises from the kitchen and then both girls came bursting out carrying large trays full of plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, pies, chips hats, streamers, and all sorts of other stuff.

“Hi Jackass!” Natalie smiled and called out to him as he looked at her, his eyes rolling in his head as he swallowed and tried to believe what he saw in front of him.

Natalie was wearing an apron as well.  It was white, tied behind her neck, and scooped out on the sides and it came down to her waist.  From there, a tie around her tight, flat belly held it to her while the rest of the apron covered the tops of her thighs.  She was wearing cute, white, 4” heels.  Her legs looked like they went on forever.  Her chest was not only spilling out of the sides of the apron, but also escaping out of the top as well.  Her tan skin looked perfect next to the white apron.  She was smiling at him, a playful smile which made him melt.  Oh he loved her and wanted her so badly.  He had forgotten all about the enemas, the cattle prod, the collar, the abuse, the humiliation… all he saw was the most gorgeous woman imaginable in front of him, walking towards him, talking to him.  His mind was beginning to bend to her will, and he was quickly losing perspective.  Like a frog in warm water, as she turned up the heat he never felt the need to jump out of the pan…

His hard-on was already leaking pre-cum, and his desperation caused him to rub it on the table, trying to get any stimulation whatsoever.  He was quickly losing his self-control.

The girls walked right by and set their trays down in the living room area behind him.  Natalie came back and dropped off the glasses and cups by the pitchers.  She looked over at him and tweaked his nose.

“Oh, you are going to love what we have in store for you.  I know you can’t talk, but what would you say if I told you that Mai and I are throwing a little day party and you are the main attraction!” Natalie laughed and put her hands over her mouth.  “That’s right, pecker-brain, you are the reason for our party and all of the girls are just dying to meet you!  Can you imagine what a room full of 18-year-old sorority girls would do to you?  Oh its nothing like that, were not going to fuck you, you disgusting old perv!  I told them all about you, how weak you are, how easy you are to manipulate, how utterly spineless you can be, how much potential you have to really be exploited and fucked over, oh yes, they know everything about you.  And pretty soon, you will get to know them too!”

At that moment he felt himself rising to an orgasm.  He had been rubbing his cock on the table as Natalie was talking down to him, rubbing it in his face what he really was to her, and how he was going to have a room full of girls degrading him at any moment.  He was sexualizing everything she was telling him without even realizing it.  Before he was able to orgasm, he felt a hand behind him take a full grip on his balls and squeeze hard.  His erection immediately softened, and he let out a howl of both pain and frustration.

“Oh now, you pathetic, limp-wristed jerkyboy, we were not about to let you orgasm, not yet!  Maybe later today, after we have had out party, but we want you blue balled, hormonally intoxicated, and sexually fucked over.” He looked up at her, begging with his eyes to have some sort of release.  He was so turned on.

He could feel Mai’s hands on is genitals, no longer was she crushing him, she was actually slowly masturbating him.  Natalie smiled down at him.  “See, see how good we are to you?”  and she kissed her middle finger, showed it to his face, and then placed it on his tape-covered lips.  Then she turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen, her long hair in a ponytail pulled tightly behind her.  Her back was bare, and omg, omg, she wasn’t wearing a thing under the apron.  He could see her perfect ass bouncing with every step she took, her hips swaying back and forth, the shape of her ass made him whimper.  Tears were forming at the corners of his eyes and were rolling down his cheeks as Mai’s hands worked magic on him.  He was getting closer again and hoped that he could reach it before she stopped.  But he knew, deep down, she wouldn’t let him reach it.  He knew she would stop.  He felt like a toy, like an object for their amusement.

She didn’t say a word to him.  She just kept manipulating him, slowly but with purpose and delicate concentration.  Mai ran her hand to the base and then slowly pulled up, and at the top, took her thumb and circled his pre-cum dripping head. It was slick and warm, she noticed.  She reveled in her power over the weak man.  Feeling him shudder made her ache with desire.

“God if we break this one the right way, there is nothing we wont be able to do to him!  Look at him now, bent over the table, tied down, and yet he is as hard as a rock, his testicles are full and practically bursting,” Mai noticed with a gleam in her eye and a warm feeling in her loins.  “He might not realize it just yet, but sooner or later, every time we abuse him, degrade him, bind him, mistreat him, we will get him aroused.  And by getting aroused, he becomes more compliant, more docile, and more resigned to his status…” her thoughts drifted away and she reminded herself not to get off until the other girls arrived, she wanted her sexual energy to drive her every thought and action.  She pulled over a chair and sat down, still slowly working over his swollen cock.

He was in heaven and he didn’t ever want her to stop touching him.  He could feel the rising orgasm slowly build and then retreat as she expertly masturbated him.  He was beginning to drool out of the sides of his taped mouth.  His eyes were closed and his ears were beginning to ring.  He needed to cum, badly.  But he got the feeling that would not be happening.  He was building again to another orgasm, and felt her throttle him back.  Her tiny manicured hand was driving him absolutely mad. He  tried to look behind him but couldn’t turn his neck.  Looking forward, he could see a reflection in the dinner cabinet glass.  He could see himself, he was completely strapped down and naked.  And they were talking about more girls coming over?  A party?  Oh god, could there somehow be more girls like Natalie and Mai?  Although he knew he would suffer, in his current state of mind, he would beg to suffer just to be near them. 

He heard the page of a magazine turn.  He looked up again and could see Mai in the reflection, she was sitting down next to his bent over body, a magazine in her lap, reading without a care in the word, a smile playing across her lips, while she turned the pages with one hand and tugged him into bliss with the other. 

“She’s not even paying attention to me.  She’s milking me like I am some cow, like some animal, oh god!” this humiliation drove him further and before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being pulled over the edge.  He heard the magazine fall and felt another hand on his balls.  She was squeezing them but not crushing them, almost as if she was pumping them.

“That’s it little boy, Momma is going to milk you good, milk all of this nastiness right out of you.  That’s it, give it to me, you know you can’t resist us any more, loser.  You realize now that this is your place, don’t you?  Look where you are, its been 2 days now and you are already naked, bent over for us, tied down- and yet you are hard and about to cum!  What is going on here?  Admit it, cum for me and surrender.  Admit it that we are better than you, that you are worthless to us.  Give me your orgasm, prove to me that its all you are good for- a sperm pumping, porn jerking, peeping tom looking, ATM machine! You don’t deserve to be with girls like us, and that’s why we need to make you pay us! Pay us in pain, in suffering, in humiliation- do you know what a cuckold is?  Oh you will sooner or later.  After the party is over, our boyfriends are stopping by.  We always like to get fucked good and hard after humiliating and breaking losers like you.  Its such a rush to be held down and fucked by a real man, knowing some geekboy with out a chance in the world is in the closet, hearing what he will never have!  And then tasting what our lovers have given us!  Oh yes, loser, you will have a lot more sperm to swallow, you repulsive, pathetic excuse for a man!” he couldn’t take it anymore.  Her hands felt so good and his mind was reeling with what she was saying to him.  Oh god, they knew he was pathetic, they could see right through him, they knew everything about him. 

He was at the peak and his testicles were pumping out thick white gooey strings of sperm before he knew it.  It covered the table in a huge mess, a nasty pool of warm, swimming, genetic matter.  He was exhausted, his breathing came in short quick gasps through his nose.  He was utterly spent.  He had barely gotten any sleep and then had been shocked into unconsciousness, and now this?  His brain was shutting down, he was passing out.  He closed his eyes and relaxed, but before he drifted off to sleep, he felt Mai’s gloved covered hand near his mouth.

“Open up, little lamb, this mess is all going right back inside you, right now.  We cant let Natalie know you had an orgasm, she wants you ready for the party.  But I have confidence in you that you will be nice and hard by then.  That’s it, now suck on my fingers. Gooooooodddd…..” she was smiling, literally getting goose bumps watching his half conscious body strapped down to the table submitting to her.  She watched with delight as his mouth opened.  She gently, and with all the care in the world not to spill a drop, slid her fingers, covered in his mess, right into his mouth. 

“Suck, that’s it, suck, suck and swallow, suck and swallow…” he could hear her saying over and over, her voice a whisper in his ear, her breath making the hair on his neck stand up.  He didn’t care anymore what he was doing, how gross it was, or what it meant.  He could feel himself giving in to her as he obeyed and began to clean off her hand.  He could feel as though another line was being crossed, but he couldn’t stop the train he was on.  And if he had been awake enough to think about it more, he would have admitted that he didn’t want to stop.  Somewhere deep inside him, he knew she was right, that he didn’t deserve to be near them, and he needed to suffer for their attentions. 

“Ok now, little one, rest up, you are going to be the life of the party later today.  Or maybe I should say, the main attraction?  Sort of like the monkey in the cage at the zoo!” she withdrew her cleaned hand from his mouth and wiped it on his back, laughed, and spat in his face- he didn’t even flinch.  As Mai’s gentle laughter permeated his brain, he drifted off to a fitful and mindless sleep.

END Natalie Part 5

Natalie part 6

He slowly awoke from his post-orgasm nap, he felt warm and wonderful, all fuzzy and complete, like a cat lying on the windowsill in the sun.  His body was relaxed and all he could do was imagine Mai’s hand on him again.  He opened his eyes but he couldn’t see a thing.  It was pitch black, and it was hot.  He didn’t have a blindfold on, no, it was his whole head.  It was wrapped up in something, or something was covering him.  He could feel it on him down to the top of his shoulders.  He was able to shake his head left and right but couldn’t get whatever was covering him off of his head.  His body was still immobilized and he realized he was still on the table.  He stopped moving and laid there, hoping he could hear something, anything to give him a clue as to what was going on around him…

… … … …

Natalie and Mai were in the medical room.  They had to get a few more things for the party.  The girls were on their way. Two of the sorority sisters were driving the 10 pledges over, 12 sorority girls in all would be at the party.  Mai was good friends with the two sisters, one was in her medical classes and the other was a gymnast.  Check that, she was the head gymnast.  She once confided in Mai that her hobby was breaking the new boys on the gym team.  She was a tall, thin, busty brunette with straight, perfect hair.  Her name was Lara. 

Lara would go out on dates, always to the movies, and mercilessly masturbate the boys into a frothy state of arousal, until they agreed to do humiliating things for their release.  Sometimes she would make the boy get on his knees and lick the movie theater floor or the bottoms of her shoes.  Other times she would take an empty soda cup, excuse her self to the ladies room, and then when she returned, make the shell-shocked college boy drink her warm piss through a straw while she giggled with every slurp, asking him if he would like another refill.  Or, if she was feeling particularly excited, she would have the boy go down on her, but only if she knew that’s what he hated to do.  It was no fun for her if he liked it.  As always, once the degrading act was accomplished, she felt warm and excited, knowing she had taken some lettered college boy jock and broken him like a stallion.  Lara loved to take pictures of the moment on her cell phone and keep them to show her girlfriends later.  If the boys completed their degrading acts to her satisfaction, she would then open her purse, snap on a latex glove, and squirt a generous amount of KY into one of her hands.  While munching on popcorn with the other hand, she would slowly and with disinterest, masturbate the boy’s penis to orgasm, usually while still watching the movie.  If she felt he was particularly weak, she would further humiliate the boy by making him squirt his male goo into the bag of popcorn, pull him by his still throbbing cock onto her lap, and feed him the sticky, messy popcorn.  She would always chide the boy and remind him of what a fucking loser he was, right there in the movie theater, while he swallowed each mouthful.

“That’s right, open your mouth and have another handful. Do it, or you will never, ever go out with me again.  Don’t you want this body?  Don’t you want to date the hottest girl in school?  That’s right, of course you do, mmm now chew it and swallow, good boy! Here’s another handful, ooops let me get that, its dripping out of the corner of your mouth” and she would make sure every last drop would be recycled by the former stud.  Of course she would never, ever go out on a date with any of them again… unless they promised to do more degrading things.  Her favorite idea would then be to bring along her sorority sister, Rachel, and they would double his dose of humiliation at the movies.  Such fun!

Rachel was in the car in front of Lara with a car full of pledges, driving to the party that her friends Mai and Natalie were preparing.  Rachel was a born bitch.  She was a Jewess, from New York City.  She had long, dark, tight curly ringlet hair, with olive skin and a set of curves that would make any road dangerous.  Her chest was only bettered by her ass, both were firm, plump and oh so inviting.  Her waist was usually adorned with a belly chain, it ran through her belly-button ring and had multiple charms hanging from it.  Her eyes were dark and deep, her flawless physical features hid the sadistic, cruel, bitchy girl behind the unstoppable body.  She knew she was a deadly weapon, but her idea of a good time wasn’t teasing the boys as much as it was ruining the older men.  Professors, businessmen, lawyers, professionals- married men with lots of money, easy prey to blackmail once their vulnerable balls were in her finely manicured hands.  She had closets full of clothes, all thanks to her cruel, unforgiving heart. 

“OK, well, maybe I will just take a short drive this afternoon, while you are at work, and speak with your wife.  I think she would love to know how good of a pussy-eater you are.  And don’t worry, I have the pictures to prove it.”  Rachel would always get her way.  She had a file on each walletboy – names, addresses, pictures, phone numbers, work contacts, family members, she would get as much information on each man as possible before lowering the boom.  Oh she loved it.  She loved shopping, she loved fucking them over, but most of all, she just loved the look in their eyes when they finally realize that she is going to blackmail them.  They usually lose their cool.  She had heard it all.  Ball-busting bitch, cunt, whore, on and on and on.  She would let them rant and rave until they ran out of steam, and then once they had finished, take her cell phone out of her Prada bag and dial their home number.  She would smile sweetly, look them in the eye, and ask for Mrs. So-and-so, whether or not anyone answered.  That almost always broke them.  She just didn’t give a fuck about them.  To her, they were stupid enough to get bent over the barrel, so she was going to make damn sure they were fucked good, long and hard. 

“Pigs get slaughtered!” She loved saying that to the ones that were the hardest to break.  The ones who would do everything they could to try and distance themselves from her, she would toy with these men.  She would let them think they had gotten away.  Think that they were safe, beyond her reach, only then would she reel them back in.  She had friends in the credit bureaus, she could easily trace anyone.  One simple phone call to their new, unlisted cell phone number, to let the poor man know he cant hide, and all of a sudden, he is back in the middle of his nightmare.  That’s the part that made her the hottest, right at that moment, she could feel their fear, right through the phone, and usually, at this point, most men would break.  They would give in, and be led along by their hard cocks, and slowly drained of their cash by her, until they were either broke or she became bored with them.  Those things usually happened at the same time.  They would look up into her face, on their knees as usual, and ask, why she was leaving them?  How could she do that to him?  That’s when she would rub it in their face, “Pigs get slaughtered!”  This was usually punctuated with a slam of the door as she sauntered away and out of his life, or what was left of it.  She loved making a dramatic exit!  But that’s not what was on her mind at this moment…

“Ok now girls, settle down for a second, I need to explain a few things,” the pledges thought they were going on a scavenger hunt.  They were told to dress in skirts and white or blue shirts, the middle unbuttoned and tied just below their chest, showing off their midriffs and open enough to reveal their cleavage.  Rachel was about to tell them what was really going on. 

“The reason you five were chosen is because not only are you the most beautiful, you are also the most promising of the pledges.  We believe you have what it takes to be sisters at our sorority, and tonight, you get to prove it.  You will be scored as a team and the team with the highest points wins a free pass out of hell week.  But we don’t think you will really need any motivation to win, the games are going to be fun enough…”

That’s when she explained all the games to the girls, what they needed to do to win, and how they would be scored.  Finally one of the girls spoke up.  She was a freshman, 18, from the mid-west.  Her American Girl good looks camouflaged her ruthless heart, she was a true man-eater.  Rachel loved her already.

“Rachel, where on earth did you find a boy to volunteer for all this?” she was asking the question that all the girls had been thinking.  Who would subject themselves to such… games?  Such humiliation at the hands of sorority pledges?  Who would consent to being so degraded?  So abused?  What kind of a man would do this?

“Don’t worry about him.  He is nothing but a loser.  He didn’t volunteer, my girlfriends caught him jerking off when they would sunbathe, and now they are blackmailing him!” Rachel said the word “blackmail” with such passion, the lust from such a predatory maneuver made her insides ache, oh how she loved the art of blackmail!  A few of the girls in the car let out audible gasps, as though they had just discovered something inside themselves at that moment that suddenly made them excited. 

“Ooooohhhh,” the American Girl said, “they’re blackmailing him!  He is so fucked!” clearly she loved the idea.

Rachel could see the young girl’s face in the mirror, she was flushed, it was exciting her.  As the girls began to talk among themselves about what they were going to do, Rachel marveled at her own skill. She really knew what she was doing, she had hand picked her team to win.  Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but she could see it in them.  Some of the pledges knew it was there, within them, but didn’t understand it.  The tall blonde was ahead of the pack, Rachel guessed she had been practicing on losers in high school.  Breaking the boys just for fun.  Well, tonight it would be Rachel’s turn to lead another group of spoiled, bitchy, young hotties further down the road to sisterhood. 

She pulled into the visitor’s space, joined Lara’s group, and reminded all the girls, “Remember, don’t say a word once we are in there. Line up in your teams and stay quiet.  My friends want to introduce the Loser to you, and if you are giggling and talking, it will ruin it for them.  Ok?  So from here on in, no more talking.”

The girls walked as a group, each pledge looking at the other, some in disbelief at what was about to happen, but all of them were excited, they felt… almost intoxicated? 

Just before getting in the elevator, Lara texted Mai on her cell to let her know they were  almost there.

… … … … … …

Mai walked into the kitchen where Natalie was putting sprinkles on the last few whip-cream pies.  “They’re here, let me help you carry these out to the table.”  Mai and Natalie, still wearing their aprons, set the remaining pies down and then went over to their plaything.  He was tied to the table as before.  Face down, his ankles tied to the legs of the table, his arms were now tied behind his back.

“Oh God, I forgot he was still out here!” Natalie laughed out loud as she ran her hand over the costume covering his head and shoulders.  It was half of a donkey outfit.  He was half donkey, half man, but to the girls tonight, he would be 100% jackass.  He couldn’t see out of his costume, but he could hear.

“Yea, too bad for this donkey he doesn’t have a tail, I guess we will fix that soon,” and Mai slapped his ass hard, leaving an imprint of her hand and catching him completely off guard.

“Did she say tail?  Oh God, what did they have planed?”  His mind was racing and he let out a groan of anguish.  But he knew better than to talk back to them.

The girls giggled and left him alone.  They quickly tossed their aprons aside and slipped into their dresses and heels.  Nothing too formal, but lots of leg and lots of cleavage to show.  Both roommates looked spectacular.  Mai went to the door to let their guests in.

She opened the door and made the “shhh” sign and all the girls smiled knowingly.  They filed in, one by one, and faced a large white sheet draped to split the living room from the dining room.  It was a hospital room divider, and once all the girls were in and facing it, Natalie and Mai walked around to either side of it.

“Thank you for coming today, sisters and pledges.  You know why you are here, you know what to do, so let cut all the BS and let the games begin!”  Mai and Natalie pulled down the sheet to expose the Loser tied down to the table, bent over, his ass painted with red circles like a target, the other half of his body covered in a donkey costume.

Natalie walked over to the front of him as the girls in the room let out a cheer.  The loser in the suit could hear the girls laughing and caught only some of what they were saying.  “Loser”, “disgusting perv”, “masturbator” , “pathetic”, “sad” they were talking about him.  Oh God they were all talking about him.  His legs began to shake and his knees began to bounce, he was buzzing inside already.  This was really happening, a room full of sorority girls, and here he was tied down and bent over, exposed to his core for what he really was.  He had nowhere to hide, he was completely vulnerable.

Natalie approached him.  “Now listen to me, we spent a lot of time making this happen today, so don’t fuck this up Assface or you are getting severely punished, and it will be a lot worse than before, trust me.  Mai has made a special enema, its over a gallon and its green with wasabi, you will be burning from the inside out for a full day if you screw this up!”  He could hear her through the costume, he imagined her chest, her cleavage, he wanted her so badly.  The sexual energy in the room was making his head swim.

She slapped his costume head, she could tell he wasn’t paying attention.  He was already hard and she knew when he was like that, he didn’t think straight.  “When ever the girls pin you, I need you to make a donkey sound, don’t scream, don’t yell, just take the pain and yelp like an animal.  Got it?”  He couldn’t believe what she was saying to him.  Pin him?

“Did you say pin me?” he asked, incredulously, wondering just what the hell she was talking about, his muffled voice barely audible to Natalie.

“Yes, of course I said pin you, god you really are dense.  Its pin the tail on the Jackass, and guess what you are wearing on your head?  That’s right, my little donkey, and before those girls are done with you tonight, you are also going to know what a pincushion feels like!” she pinched his ass cheeks hard over and over, making him scream out in surprise.

He began to sweat immediately.   This could NOT be happening to him.  The girls behind him quieted down.  He knew it was coming soon, and he had no way to stop it.  He didn’t dare protest, he knew Natalie was serious about the enema, he could hear it in her voice.

One pledge from the white team was up first.  Mai gave her 2 darts and stepped aside.  The girl lined herself up with the marker on the carpet.  “What a fucking loser!” she thought to herself as she looked at the target painted on his ass and smiled.  She steadied herself and without much more aplomb, flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder, and tossed the first dart.  It landed sure and true, just inside the second ring, close to the bulls eye. 

The girls on the white team cheered.  He held back a scream as best he could and then let out a whinny, as loud as possible.

All the girls laughed, oh they almost fell over laughing, they couldn’t believe this pathetic man in front of them.  Was he making donkey noises?  Didn’t he have any dignity?  Where was his pride?  Would he say no to anything?  How low would he really stoop before having a backbone?  Or was he completely spineless?  He was just a target for their abuse, literally, bent over, ass out, waiting or the next dart.

The young pledge lined up again.  Natalie was holding the donkey head in her lap, telling him to get ready, that he was about to be pinned again.  He let out a gasp as the dart landed, this time on his lower ass cheek.  All the girls on the white team cheered again, he whinnied and could feel Natalie laughing, her shaking legs made his costumed head bounce up and down.

“Oh you dork, that’s a horsey sound, oh you are just pricelessly pathetic!” she giggled again and he began to cry, knowing another dart would soon be sailing through the air, he tensed his ass up and squinted his eyes shut. 

“Alright blue team, take your best shot…” Natalie could hear his quiet sobbing and immediately became wet.  She loved hearing him break.  Another brick in the foundation of his personality was being removed. 

“Ssssshhh,” she soothed him, “Brick by brick, my little loser, brick by brick, we are taking you away from yourself and making you into what we want.  You can feel it now, yes? Maybe at first it didn’t seem like much when we were starting out, just a little bit here and there, but now its adding up, isn’t it?  There isn’t much of you left, hmmm?  Well, loser, I am going to make sure we get every last little bit.  Just lay here and take what’s coming to you!”

And on it went, twenty darts thrown, most of them hit the target, still sticking out of his ass.  Oh the girls were giddy with their power over this loser.  His face was streaked with tears, he was sobbing, but no one could hear him.  The blue team won, but only by a few points.  He was very thankful that no one hit the bull’s-eye.

“Ok, this time, instead of his ass, you get to aim for his face.”  Natalie and Mai spun the table around to face the pledges.  Then they grabbed one side of his costume and with one quick pull, Natalie and Mai exposed their loser to the pledge class before him.  He blinked and as his eyes adjusted to the light, and he immediately became hard at what he saw around him.  Sure the darts were still sticking out of his ass, but the sight before him just brought him to his knees, mentally.  Ten pledges, all dressed as schoolgirls, all of them now holding pies.  All of them looking right at him, smiling, waving, blowing kisses, laughing and pointing at him, sneering at him, giving him disgusted looked.  He couldn’t focus on just one girl, there were so many, and they were all so close to him.  Mai’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Ok girls, have at him!”  And at once, 5 or 6 pies were flying though the air at his face.  He barely had time to shut his eyes as he was suddenly splattered with whip cream and sprinkles. 

“He looks much better now, I don’t have to look at his ugly, perverted face!” he heard one of the girls say.  He couldn’t see, his ears were also full of whip-cream, and there was crust in his hair.  He felt lost in some foamy, cloudy nirvana.  Natalie came over behind him and wiped away his eyes.  She wanted him to visualize everything, to see every humiliating and degrading thing that the girls were going to do to him.  This, she knew, was the quickest way to break this loser.  Keep him aroused and then just reprogram his simple male brain to associate humiliation and pain with arousal.  Already, she could tell it was having an effect on him.  He was giving in easier to their every demand.  He was getting hard without their physical prompting.  Even now, as one of the pledge girls was approaching him, Natalie could see the tip of his cock dribbling a small amount of pre-cum onto the table.

The American Girl walked up slowly to him, the pie in her hand, smiling, her tan belly showing proudly beneath her perky, perfect chest.  Her pleated, red-checkered skirt rode so high up her thighs, he could almost see heaven between her legs.  As she got closer, all he saw was her thighs, smooth and tanned, oh god, he was harder than ever.  His face covered in sticky whip cream, he tried to look up to her when she stood over him.  She pulled his head up by his hair, starring down into his eyes, she felt no pity for him, she could see right through him.  He felt a chill run up his spine as she opened her mouth and laughed right in his face.

“God Rachel, you were right!  I can see it in his eyes, what a spineless wimp!  Watch this!” she looked down again at him. She noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at her chest, the way her breasts sat up so high and so firm they were sometimes mistaken as fake.  She unbuttoned her shirt a little further and rested the pie across her cleavage, held steady by her opened shirt. 

He was looking up at her in a state of sexual frustration; she recognized that same look from so many other broken boys.  It’s a look of helplessness, of unconditional surrender, and as was the case, it was usually accompanied by significant sexual arousal.  He was no different. 

“No self-control at all,” she whispered down to him.  The room began to quiet down as the girls intently watched their pledge sister expertly work him over.

“No self-control, that’s your problem, you know that right, geekboy?” her finger under his chin, keeping his eyes on her face, he had no choice but to slowly drown in her words.  They poured over his ears and covered his body in a warm, honey glow, he could feel himself giving in.  He tried briefly to resist it, but he already knew it was pointless, he might as well try to enjoy it since he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he tried.  His whole body was flooded with hormones and endorphins, he was losing, he could feel it.

“Boys like you all have self-discipline problems, and trust me, I don’t care how much you make or how old you are, to me you are still just a litttttllllee boyyyy,” she stretched out the last two words and accented them by reaching under his prone body and grabbing his hard-on firmly, slowly letting her hand slide up and down.

He whimpered and looked up at her face again.  She smiled and lowered herself so that the pie was right in front of his face, her cleavage hid from view, but the bottom of her chest clearly resting on the table, inches from his face.

“Go on, do it, do it for me, you know you are helpless to resist me.  You have always been helpless against girls like me, haven’t you?  So, what are you waiting for, go on, make me happy, you know what I want, give in to me…” she began to speak softly to him, caressing his hair and stroking him closer and closer to bliss, she could feel his pulsing member continue to expand.  He was in a state of arousal beyond anything he had experienced.  He looked up into her eyes and she pointed at her cleavage… at the pie.

“Go on… that’s it, make me happy, show all of us here your true place…”  she tickled the head of his cock with her nails, the French manicure driving him wild with desire.  He raised his head as far as he could and then planted his face firmly in the pie.

She giggled and bit her lower lip, feeling his face resting so close to her, so near her perfect chest, so close to something he would never, ever have. The laughter and applause from the girls in the room was nothing short of deafening. 

She waited a second for the girls to collect themselves and stepped on his ego one more time to prove her point.  “Again!” the American blonde coaxed him, tugging expertly on his cock.  He raised his pie-splattered head, looked up into her smiling face, and brought his head down again between her chest to more laughter.  She took her hands off of his penis and held his head by his ears, rubbing his face in circles in the pie, nice and slow, until it covered his face completely.  He could feel the warmth of her body so close to him, her scent overpowered the smell of the pie.  He buried his head further, trying to go through the pie to get to her supple, perfect body.  She laughed out loud and took a cheery off of the pie and put it on top of his head, completing his humiliation at her hands.

She backed off before he realized it, and he was left, moving his head around in the air, trying desperately to feel her warmth against his pie-face.  A few more pies were thrown at him, crashing against his face and neck, the loser, on the edge of release, was once again frustrated and hung his head.  “God he is so easy to control, did you see what he did to himself?”  “Oh I wish all men were this spineless, where can I find one like him?”  “Yea me too, I want a toy like him!”  He was in Hell, there were so many of these young hotties all around him, but he was literally nothing but a toy for them to use.  He was in heaven, he never wanted it to end.  He knew that he was giving in, and each time he gave in further, he knew he was losing part of himself, crossing a line he could not see.  But the girls were so beautiful and so perfect, he couldn’t say no, even if knew where it was all leading, he couldn’t refuse them.  He just didn’t care any more.

“Ok Girls, now that his face is covered so you wont have to look at him, get in your groups, its time for the spitting contest,” Rachel was leading the group along.  The real fun was just beginning.

Mai and Natalie approached him from either side and forced his mouth open wide.  Mai inserted a dental gag and spat into his open mouth.  “You keep your head here and don’t move it, or I am getting the super glue!” She held his chin against the table and backed away from him.  Natalie skillfully cleared away his eyes again so he could see each of these beauties, see what they really thought of him, rub it in his face every moment possible that he was literally nothing more than an object to be used.  In two separate lines in front of him were some of the most gorgeous girls he has ever laid eyes on.  And he knew they would all be spitting in his forced open mouth. 

“Oahhh ahhhh hoooo” he tried to speak, his mouth stretched open to its limit, his eyes wide with fear, lust, anticipation and desire.

“Well, girls, our spittoon sounds ready, Blue team you have 5 minutes, GO!”  They lined up around his face in a semi circle and began spitting on him, aiming to fill up his mouth and make him swallow.  The more he swallows, the more points the girls get.  After a few minutes, the blue team got down to his level and began spitting inches from his face into his mouth, just to make sure they were hitting the target.  He could see these beauties, inches from his face, he wanted to kiss them, to touch them, to be enveloped in them.  He never, ever would.  They were spitting in his mouth, instead. Some of them didn’t even look at him, just treated him like an object.  After spitting on him, they would make a face that showed their true disgust with him. A few of the girls would look into his eyes, holding his gaze, seducing him, and then spitting right in his mouth and then smiling at him again.  His mouth kept filling up and he had to swallow it down, which was difficult with his forced open mouth gag in place. But he would do it, and each time the blue team would count them off… “One!” … “Two”… and after 5 minutes they racked up 15 points. 

It was now the white team’s turn.  “Here, take this, it will help,” the American Girl handed out gum to everyone on her team, knowing it would boost their saliva.  After 3 minutes, the white team had already won, 16 swallows and they were still going strong.  One of the girls on the white team spoke up, “Hey since we already won, why don’t we just spit all over this pig’s face, he’s such a disgusting loser, I want to show him what girls like us think of wimps like him.”

Without another word, the girls began targeting his ears, his eyes, his hair, his nose, every inch of his face was being covered. “Loser!” one of the girls would shout before spitting on his face.  “Can you believe he is just taking this? God, he must be desperate and pathetic! What girl would ever want to be with him?”  The tall, blonde American Girl stopped spitting on him and began blowing her nose on him, “This is what I think of you, dork! And don’t ever forget it!” huge gobs of phlegm hitting his face.  His state of sexual arousal was at a new level.  He was slowly rubbing his cock against the table, trying desperately to get himself off, unnoticed by the girls, while they degraded him.  He didn’t care if it was their spit, just to be this close to these beautiful, young Goddesses, he would easily endure much more. 

Just for kicks, one of the girls on the white team, a young Indian girl, took a spoon from the table and began scooping up all of the snot and spit on his face and then dumped it into his open mouth, scraping the spoon clean on his tongue.  She collected it from his chin, his ears, under his eyes, and graciously, and while giggling with each one, fed him their fluids.  He could not believe what he was seeing, she was too cute to be doing this to him, let alone to be enjoying it.

“Here’s another spoonful, loser!  I know you wouldn’t want to miss a single drop!” she spoke in a sing song voice, her cute smile turning into a sneer and an up turned nose after he would swallow it.  “Oh GOD!  How Disgusting!” she leaned over, allowing him to look down her shirt as she spat right down his throat. “Disgusting!  You are Disgusting!  If you were my boyfriend I would cut off your balls!”  He moaned when she said this and all of the girls around him laughed.

“Yes, you know it would be the best for everyone involved.” She continued,  “The world doesn’t have to worry about your genes polluting society.  Women like me don’t have to get sick thinking of your offspring.  And you would no longer be tormented, realizing once and for all that you are not a man!”

“Aww well I don’t know, maybe we could just give him a vasectomy.  That way he wouldn’t be able to procreate, but he still would get sexually aroused.  We need him aroused, so that way we can easily control him.  It’s his own sexual overdrive which we manipulate against him to mold him how we want him.  His maddening lust and desire for us brings about his submission.”

He couldn’t believe these girls knew so much at eighteen.  It was as though they inherently understood how to control guys like him.  He felt one of them pinch his nose shut and he instinctively swallowed again. 

“Time’s up, its all tied going into the final game!” He felt the room spinning again, they loosened his legs and spun him onto his back.  The hospital curtain divided his upper and lower body.  Five girls were around his head, it was the white team, while the other team was on the other side of the curtain, around his lower half.  The team at his lower end would try to make him orgasm, while the team at his face would do everything to make him stop.  They would have to switch every 5 minutes until one of the teams made him orgasm.

“Ok, each round will last 5 minutes, the first team to milk this pathetic cash cow dry wins.  Go!”

The blue team did their best, but it was the white team which carried the day.  After about 20 minutes, the American Girl knew exactly what to do to win. 

“Instead of touching his cock, lets just poke it and laugh and point at it and tell him what we really think of him.  I know losers like this one, the more we humiliate and degrade him, the more aroused he gets.  This masturbator probably jerks off multiple times a day, if we are going to win, we need to rub it in his face what a loser we really think he is.  Then it will be like taking candy from a baby.  If he thinks we are TRYING to get him off, his backwards working brain wont let him orgasm, he needs to be humiliated, not encouraged, in order to cum.”

The blue team was slapping his face and spitting on him while the white team changed their tactics and only touched him minimally, to inspect, prod, poke, or humiliate him in some way.  He could hear them clearly now.

“Oh god, look at him, does he really think he could ever be with girls like us?”

“Hey Stephanie, take out your hair pin, lets skewer one of his balls, he wont ever be needing them,”

“I bet when he was in college the girls used him for homework and his lunch money!”

He felt one of the girls lift up his penis and hold it out. “Look, he’s getting hard and we aren’t even doing anything to him!  I wonder if he always gets hard when a roomful of women are treating him like a sucker, using him like the loser he is!”

“Oh you saw him before, humping the table like dog, I bet if he could he would hump our legs! Disgusting, pre-cum leaking foul fucker!” Slap! Someone had given his testicles a healthy slap, and he yelped.

“Yea he really is a dog, you know, I think I have some doggie treats in my purse, next time we are at his face, lets make him eat them!”

“That’s too good for him, how about we piss down his throat, he doesn’t even deserve dog food.”

“Oh that’s a great idea! Let me go get a hot dog bun, if he is drinking your piss, then I am going to feed him a shit-sandwich.”

“OMG, you mean like we did to that geek on your hall?  I couldn’t believe he ate the whole thing!”

“Oh yes and this one is gonna finish it too, and wash it down with your pee! Aren’t you Toiletboy!”

They all let out a burst of laughter, oh this was much better than touching his thingy, and it was working too. He was becoming more turned on with everything they were saying.

The blue team still hadn’t caught on.  They were only making him more aroused by spitting on him, pulling his hair, and slapping his face. 

“No Loser, you are not allowed to get hard, stop it, make that go down, you don’t deserve to be hard near us, that’s a sign of disrespect!  I swear to god, you had better get soft or we are going to slap your face harder,” he saw stars as one of the girls backhanded him.

“All dressed as schoolgirls,” he thought to himself, “I am being beaten and abused by 18 year-old schoolgirls.”  He closed his eyes and concentrated on what the girls were saying as he was continually beaten.  He was in another world.

“Oh no, I am not touching his cock anymore.  I don’t touch losers, I don’t care if we win or lose, I shouldn’t have to touch something so filthy.  I bet this pervert jerks off 5 times a day, disgusting!”

“Yea me either, I wouldn’t touch him with your hands!”

“Neither would I, but I swear to god if I ever see this geekboy on campus I am going to kick him as hard as I can, right in the balls!”

“Oh God me too!  I will hold him down while you do it!”

“Poke him in the balls again, I like seeing him jump!”

One of the pledges came back with a plate. “Hey girls, I got the hot dog buns, anyone want to fill them with me?

Oh God, they were going to make him eat a shit sandwich.  No, he could not, he wouldn’t, oh god.  He was getting harder, making noises, unable to stop himself now.  The blue team tried slapping his face and screaming at him.  That only made it worse, he loved seeing them around his face, every where he looked, slapping him, laughing at him, talking down to him.  They might as well have been speaking in Arabic, he couldn’t understand a word.

“Ungh” he grunted as one of the girls on the white team took a drop of pre-cum and spread it smoothly over the head of his cock.

“Look how excited he has gotten, I think it was the sandwich that did it.  Even if he cums right now I say we walk around and stuff it in his face!  Force it right down his geek-throat”  He grunted again, an unintelligible sound which signaled he was at the edge.

“There you go loser, let it out, let yourself go, you know you have no control over yourself anymore.  Give it to us now,” the American girl trailed off and then began milking him in long, forward strokes.  He made more sounds, his mouth agape and drooling. He came like a geyser, shooting up onto the divider, spraying it with white gobs of victory. He felt as though he had won.  His head was wobbly, he felt drunk, exposed, degraded, exploited, but he didn’t care, he was already getting hard again.  Vaguely, somewhere off in another world, he could hear the girls cheer with triumph.  He began to fade to black.

“Enough fun for you, dork!” he heard Natalie say before he gasped out in shock.  She had put a zip-lock bag full of ice on his swelling cock and was pressing on it firmly, with her other hand holding his chastity device, showing it to him and smiling.  “Did you have fun?  I sure did, and I am about to have a lot more fun!” she took the ice pack off his genitals and laid it on his stomach, he jumped from the sudden chill.  “My boyfriend is almost here, and after he is done fucking me,” he could feel her hands now rooting around his genitals, slipping the ring over his glands, and aligning the cage with the padlock, “he is going to fuck me again, and again and again” *CLICK* he heard the lock on the chastity belt snap close and he whimpered in frustration.  “He is going to pump me full of his sperm, gallons of it, and once he leaves, then I can give you your rightfully earned breakfast!  You have earned a mouthful of his jizz!  Tomorrow you will taste what a real man spits out, tomorrow you will learn what it is like to be a cuckold.  Yes Mai’s boyfriend is coming over too.  And Lara’s boyfriend… and Rachel’s… the pledges have to go home now, but you are staying here, clean up boy, and we are going to make sure you have a nice belly full of warm cum!  You will get used to it, don’t worry, it doesn’t make you gay, it just makes you a cuckold.  A sperm swallowing loser!  You are not hot enough to be gay anyway!  Now open up!”

Before he could think, he obeyed, and she took a spoon, covered in his mess and forced him to swallow himself.  He was gagging but he had no where to go.  Natalie scraped it off the divider, off of his chest, every last drop was going back into his mouth.  Her black dress hid nothing.  Her hair was pulled back tight into a severe ponytail, blonde and shimmering.  Her breasts filled out her dress to perfect proportions.  He could never help himself, he was literally helpless to resist her.  He leaned as far forward as his restraints would allow, doing his best to see more of her body, more of her cleavage.

“Oh you really are eager to recycle, aren’t you? “ she smiled down to him as another spoonful filled his mouth.  “So greedy, aren’t you!  Mmmm that’s it, swallow it all down, there’s a lot more where this came from.  Or maybe you are looking for that sandwich the pledges were going to feed you?  Oh yes, I could tell that made you harder, I was watching you, loser, noting every thing that made you aroused!  Oh yes I did and I am going to use it all against you!  I am going to use your desires to break you!”  Her eyes flashed and her chest heaved with the excitement she felt at taking this man and turning him into her plaything.  He was trying to talk, gurgling with the mouthful of sperm.  It splashed out over his face and down his chin.  Natalie caught each drop on her gloved fingers and forced him to suck each one clean while she spoke down to him.

“Remember when you used to fight us?  Look at you, its only been 3 days and already you are nearly broken!  Oh I wish you could see yourself!  Do you think you will ever be free of us?  Don’t you get it?  Its going to be years and years and years before we ever think of letting you free again.  Most men I know would risk being exposed, they would never put themselves through all this.  See, you really aren’t a man, you will never be a man.  Men don’t let girls walk all over them, you spineless imp!  What girl is ever going to want you after this?”  Mai walked over, holding a plate, with the top of a hotdog bun clearly visible.

“Is he ready for his dinner?” she asked, laughing so hard she almost dropped the plate.

His eyes grew wide and he shook his head back and forth as fast and hard as he could.  He would not do it, He would never do that, ever, no way.

“Why don’t we save that and keep it for a day, not too far in the future.  Maybe that beautiful blonde can come back over and feed him each bite, each mouthful, hmm?  Would you like that?  Don’t shake your head!  Don’t you realize how much we have on you now?  If you disobey us just once, we will happily ruin your life!  What do you think your father would say if he saw you now, tied up and fucked over by a room full of girls!  Girls!  God, you are a hopeless pathetic excuse for a man!  Did you really think we ever wanted you?  You are too short, too old, too out of shape, and just too disgusting to even consider, you are lucky we abuse you! And if we want to feed you this shit-sandwich then you are going to eat every last bit of it!”

Natalie held out another spoonful of his sperm,  “Open up, that’s it, yummm, still warm and goey.  Are you getting used to the taste yet?  Hmmm?” she laughed, “oh don’t worry, by tomorrow morning you will be.  It will fill your mouth and come out your ears and nose, like it or not, you are going to be our cumdrinker, our cumdumpster.  Take it, loser!  Swallow faster, my boyfriend’s load is 10 times bigger than yours, swallow it all down, now!”

She watched as his lips closed around the spoon and she gleefully slid it out of his mouth, clean as a whistle.  She could see his face, twisted and horrible, as he swallowed his own mess.  She loved feeding it to him, nice and slow, especially right after he came, she knew that’s when he would have the most resistance.  Breaking him at this point was very important if she were to reprogram him properly.

Mai took away his dinner and covered it before putting it in the freezer.  She couldn’t wait to finish him off, but knew Natalie was right, he needed just a little more work and then he would be utterly destroyed, crushed under their girly charms, forever indebted to them, and never, ever able to escape.

She walked out of the kitchen and back to the medical room.  Natalie was busy tying the loser down tighter on the table, humming the song “Beautiful Loser.”  Mai walked slowly back into the dining room, wheeling a huge, green, enema bag, complete with tubes and plugs.

He saw her out of the corner of his eye and was too shocked to say anything.  They couldn’t do this to him!

Still humming, Natalie walked behind Mai and removed her thong.  She walked over to the slack-jawed and wide-eyed loser and stuffed it in his mouth, using an extra piece of rope to hold it in.

“Good boy, now its time for your punishment,” Natalie smiled and tweaked his nose.  “Yes I know you were good during our party, but you still have a long way to go to repay us for your filthy, disgusting, masturbatory sessions.  This enema will surely help you atone for some of your transgressions, and don’t think for a second that we will show you any mercy!  Mai, would you be a sweetheart and give this loser what he deserves…”

Natalie lowered her chest over his face and began playing with his chastity belt with her long fingers.  He was hard but caged, he was bound and gagged, and now, as he felt Mai slide the long tube into his ass, he was once again crying.  He didn’t make a sound, just let the tears flow out of his eyes, Natalie’s chest resting on his nose and chin, as the extra hot mixture was being emptied inside him.  As the flow began, the girls laughed and left him to suffer.  They pulled the room divider around him again, and as he lay suffering, he heard the boyfriends of the girls arrive, the music got louder, and as he laid there sweating and cramping, he could almost hear Natalie and Mai enjoying their boyfriends the way they said they would.  He knew his breakfast would be coming sooner than he wished, but he also knew, he did not want to be anywhere else in the world.

END Natalie Part 6