Day Seven
Cunt had a dream that night: she was a champion nude wrestler taking on a stronger contender. As she went to grapple, her noodle arms gave way, leading to her being grabbed around the waste and overpowered. Her opponent pulled her to the ground and held her down, pushing her knee into Cunt’s back before slapping her on the ass. The slap awoke her to the realization that this wasn’t a dream. Cunt opened her mouth to protest, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. She attempted to scream through the mouth, but a second person quickly jumped on her back and pulled her throat up into a camel clutch, quickly choking her and stopping her from screaming. The first man stepped up in front of her and slapped her in the face. This was when Cunt realized that this was the man who had pissed on her the night before.
“Are you going to stop screaming,” he asked. Cunt nodded, mostly because she felt her eyes were about to pop out of her skull. She was let go, at which point she quickly wriggled out from under the man on top of her and ran out of the room. She was returned almost immediately by the two men outside the door. She fought her way towards freedom again, realizing she only had seconds to figure out a plan of action. She thought for a split second and came up with a brilliant idea: she put up her dukes! Wait, that wasn’t as brilliant as she thought. She was immediately swarmed and picked up off the floor. She felt like a marionette, her limbs moving independently of her, but even that wouldn’t happen for long as her legs were bound from ankle to thigh and her hands and elbows were tied behind her. As she squirmed, they dropped her on the bed, likely as a way to discourage her from doing it again. They then picked her up like a rolled up rug and walked her through the hallway.
Cunt tried to protest, but every time she did, she got a slap from the first person to react, landing either on her face, her tits, her ass or her thighs; sometimes, more than one of them would react at a time. Cunt soon after stopped protesting. So, too, did the trip at a shower room.
Cunt, immobile from the waist down, was placed against a corner in the shower. “Okay, someone better give me an answer about what’s going on. My Mistress will be very mad when she finds out about this.” Cunt’s threatening language only elicited laughter from her apparent kidnappers. When she tried to scream, she was met with water from a showerhead into the face. She began to spit and cough, but the showerhead didn’t stop, instead getting aimed toward her body by one man, as another lathered up a rough-looking sponge and went over her body, paying special attention to parts that he seemed to most appreciate. Once he was done with her front, he roughly picked her up and turned her around, driving her face into the wall and washing her back, arms and legs. As he washed her ass, he practically penetrated her with the sponge, causing her to protest once more. This was apparently the wrong choice as he pulled her hair back and rubbed the sponge across her face, somehow removing the days old makeup that had managed to survive. She was given a rough shampoo and conditioner treatment before being picked up again. She began to realize that it was likely that Mistress had ordered this, but she was still unsure, especially with the next step, particularly worried that it was the result of pissing off her bathers.
Cunt was told that she would have to air dry, before being taken outside the front door, where she was placed upon a towel, had her ropes cut off and had the door locked in front of her. For once, she didn’t protest, mostly because protest would have brought attention to her nude body. It was still early, but there were definitely people going about their days all around her. Cunt tried to cover herself up, but the mere need to cover up was the most humiliating part of all this. She wasn’t even wearing a collar: was that better or worse? Just as she felt she was about to die of humiliation, the door opened and she saw her Mistress. She attempted to run in, but Mistress would not allow that. She had to get on her hands and knees and slowly crawl in. She turned red from embarrassment, but Cunt still managed to get back in, where she was collared once again and walked to the makeup chair from earlier in the week, seeing the makeup artist awaiting her. At least this was a familiar face.
“So, what are we doing this week,” the makeup artist asked Mistress, “the same?”
“No, we need the slut look today.”
The makeup artist squealed in joy as she pushed Cunt into the chair and restrained her. Her lips were still plump, so the needle wasn’t necessarily. Instead, she just got to work, sitting on Cunt’s lap so she could get a close look at her. She put on a nice sultry shade of red on her lips, before surrounding it with a tan foundation, blue eyeshadow, red blush, black mascara, wings, fake lashes, the whole nine yards. She got a look at her face through the artist’s elbow: she looked like a high-class prostitute. She loved it! This was followed by a nice puff up job on the hair: her curls accentuated, made bigger, more noticeable. Truly slutty! The artist seemed to think so too. She gave her a kiss on the cheek as a celebration of her work, before taking her money and leaving. Mistress unrestrained Cunt and walked her to a closet where she would be dressed for the first time in days.
She put on a bunch of outfits. The corset seemed too familiar, the latex too covering, the dress too formal. No, Mistress obviously had an idea in mind and none of these was fitting it. Finally, she found it. First, she gave her a chest harness along with obviously, tightly bound tits. Over her bulging chest, she was dressed in a tight, overly small white tube top, one which accentuated her tits, the ropes and her erect nipples. This was complemented by a white short skirt, which might be a bit of an exaggeration as it was essentially a belt. Mistress considered adding some pantyhose, but decided that a nice tall pair of fuck-me pumps were enough to complete the ensemble: she didn’t want her slut to look too presentable! Mistress left Cunt standing there in her casual look while she put on her fanciest dressed topped with a jacket, some jewelry and a pair of sunglasses.
It was time to leave. Mistress took Cunt’s leash and informed her that they were going somewhere that would require a car ride. Cunt had already been nude outside today, so she figured walking to the curb wouldn’t be much of an issue. She discovered the issue when they got outside and there was no car on the curb.
“Where’s the car,” Cunt inquired.
“About three blocks that way,” Mistress replied. So, off they went, Cunt in her two strips of cloth, her bound tits threatening to poke out a few eyes, her hands bound behind her, her ass sticking out right below her hands, being led on a leash on a pair of stilts through the city. Their differences in style made the whole scene make sense to passersby but it didn’t make the situation any less humiliating. About a block away, Mistress decided that something was missing, pulling a spider-gag out of her purse and forcing it into Cunt’s mouth. Well, it would appear that things could get more humiliating as Cunt was now leaving a path of saliva behind her like a slug. She tried her best not to, but she couldn’t avoid meeting the gazes of people walking past her. Some looked at her with disgust in their eyes. What a sick display of sexuality. Others looked at her with lust, wanting to be holding the leash, wanting to take her home. Still others seemed to suddenly become aware of something about themselves. She was getting a lot of attention. She didn’t like it. She was so happy to finally be at the car.
“Get in,” Mistress ordered, but when she reached for the handle, the car door wouldn’t open. “You didn’t think we’d let a slut ride up from did you,” Mistress said, as she popped open the trunk of the car. Cunt was helped into the trunk, blindfolded and shut in. What followed was a ride that either took two minutes or two hours. When the trunk was opened, Cunt could feel light through her blindfold so it was likely still day time. She was helped out of the trunk and blindly walked…somewhere. At one point, she was stopped by someone asking for a fee—she was lowered to her knees where what was likely a cock was forced down her throat a few times—but that was the only thing that she knew had happened for sure. She was finally brought into a room where her blindfold could be removed. The first thing she noticed was the thick-thighed woman and trans woman from earlier in the week. It took her a second to realize that the two of them were tied down and acting as fluffers. They were submissives! If these submissives had previously dominated her, what did that make her? That’s when she looked away to find a group of people looking at her: there were a mix of men, women and everyone in between, a veritable pornucopia of people all looking at her. She had an idea of what was to come that was confirmed as soon as Mistress pushed her away from herself and said “have at her.”
She was immediately grabbed and lowered to the floor where she began to please anything that was pushed into her mouth, onto her tongue or down her throat, all while she got slapped and pinched and prodded all over her body. She still had her hands tied behind her so the only option was to let it all happen. She then felt something on her hands, which she soon after realized were being used as a sex toy by one of the women. In fact, she loved the women in the room, because they gave her a chance to breathe between the cocks being shoved down her throat. After pleasing everyone in the circle around her, she was lifted by her hair to her feet, where everyone got a good look at her. It only takes one look to realize you don’t like something about someone.
“You’re a fucking slut!” A slap to the face. “Look at this flabby ass.” Smack on the ass. “Saggy cow!” Pinched nipples. Cunt was doing her best to stay up as she kept getting shoved around, punched, smacked, pushed. She had her tube top torn off and a pair of clamps forced onto her still-bound tits. She was then dragged by her hair over to a nearby table, where she was bent over. A woman stood before her, another person behind her: the woman in front used her tits as speedbags, while the person behind her took out their frustrations on her ass with a paddle. All she could do was scream in pain, which was an option taken away from her when a hand shoved a couple of pairs of panties into her wide-open mouth. She soon lost count of the paddles, but they eventually stopped, but that wasn’t a good thing: the paddle strikes were simply replaced by hands, countless spanking hands. Every time the pain seemed to overcome her and push her into another state of mind, the amateur boxer before her would bring her back with a tug on her clamp chain.
When they tired of tormenting her, three people picked up her practically lifeless body and brought her to the floor. One man lay down before and she was placed on top of him, his cock penetrating her asshole, the first time a man had ever done so. As she began to ride his cock, a second cock entered her mouth, the two cocks seemingly in a race to see which can pump more quickly. Cunt could feel a third person standing above her, as if preparing to mount her.
“Hey, wait a minute,” someone exclaimed, “I thought you said this was a three hole girl.” This got a laugh out of the other participants as some “attempted” to penetrate her ears or nostrils. “She’s not, but there’s room for one more in her ass,” Cunt heard her Mistress say with wide eyes. She could suddenly feel something else entering her already occupied asshole. Two people pulled her hands out from under her to jerk themselves off, but that still didn’t make it any less bewildering that there were currently two cocks in her ass, at the same time!
The cocks popped out of her ass one after the other as she was flipped over onto her back. A woman with an unusually thick strap-on enter her asshole, while a second woman sat on her face, waiting to be pleasured. Her asshole was surely reaching its limits, as this thick cock kept pumping in her, coming out, only to go back in, refilling this seemingly unavailable space. The woman on her face was riding it hard, breathing heavily and screaming. Well, she seemed to have caused her first orgasm of the night. She got off of Cunt’s face and gave her a deep kiss as a thank you.
“The rest of us are not as nice,” a man said as he immediately shoved his cock down her throat and began to fuck it, never completely leaving her throat. He obviously had one goal in mind and he would not leave her throat until he had achieved it. Using her throat as a pocket pussy, he finally felt himself ejaculating, coming right down her throat. When he pulled out, Cunt began coughing in a laboured effort to catch her breath, but the next man in line had no time for that. The whole time, the woman in her ass just kept pumping. This man similarly came down her throat and thankfully her prayers were answered and he was not immediately replaced by someone with a similar track of thought. The woman in her ass also pulled out, but only because she wanted to see something else happen. This was when she was replaced by a trans woman with a comparatively smaller dick, who already seemed ready to explode. A couple of pumps and she was already coming in Cunt’s asshole. Oh, she wanted a cream pie; of course!
One of the men in the room pulled her up onto her shaky feet, flipped her over and began fucking her up the ass quickly, as if he was in a hurry to come. He didn’t, though. This was actually just how he preferred to fuck: fast and rough. When he pulled out and let her go, her legs gave out under her and she collapsed to the floor. She tried to get back up but her legs were too weak after all that spanking and fucking, so she moved around like a baby deer, which similarly entertained everyone. She must have been quite a mess, drooling, stumbling, torn clothes and smeared makeup. After they bored of her attempt to get up, a woman walked over to her and gave her a hard, open hand smack on the buttock, which elicited a loud howl. She then grabbed Cunt by the hair and pulled her up to her chest, where she then forced her to lick her nipples, as she masturbated with her other hand. Cunt was no longer human, seemingly driven by a sexual drive, sucking the nipples as if her life depended on it. The woman came like she had never come before. Cunt had truly become the perfect fuck toy. As soon as she came, she let Cunt’s hair go, where she collapsed again.
The night continued on like this, occasionally someone would get an idea, use Cunt, let her go, repeat as necessary. Eventually, everyone grew tired of her. Her ass was bright red, her tits were a light purple, her asshole was gaped and raw. She was basically at the end of her rope, so she was dragged up against a wall, where a pair of cuffs were attached. She was locked up, one hand on each side and left there with her head hanging. One of the people who hadn’t come yet walked over to her and stuck his cock in her mouth. She couldn’t even protest anymore, not that she wanted to at this point. He fucked her mouth before ejaculating on her tits. The rest of the people who hadn’t come were invited over, all individuals with dicks. As they approached, Cunt’s lips were naturally driven to their cocks. Upon the realization that she was enjoying sucking their dicks, they decided to punish her by not allowing it. They stood before her in a semi-circle, stroking themselves, eventually covering her in their cum: on her chest and stomach, her chin, her lips, the bridge of her nose, her forehead, everywhere. She was covered! She licked around her lips but was unable to go further.
She was eventually uncuffed from the wall, where she once again collapsed, her tongue searching for cock from the floor. This was when something wonderful happened. The pill she was given by Mistress was beginning to wear off as the end of the week approached. Her cock was beginning to come back and the head has just poked back out of her. With her current state of mind, the head of her cock basically acted as a clit. Mistress seemed to be aware that this would happen as she walked towards her while holding a magic wand. “Who’s ready for the final act,” she asked to a stream of cheers. Mistress lay down, plugged in the wand and picked up Cunt off the floor. Cunt attempted to kiss her, mistakenly believing this to be a moment of compassion, but she was just repositioning her. As she was moving her around, a second woman suddenly grabbed her from behind and put her in position for a sleeper hold, with her arm around Cunt’s throat. Cunt felt the familiar sensation of something entering her ass. It had happened so often today, it was no longer shocking. It was Mistress’ fist again, slowly entering her and going in further than before; Mistress was already up to her elbow. She wanted to scream in pain and pleasure, but she was worried about the woman behind her because she was already having trouble breathing. This was when Mistress placed the wand on Cunt’s new clit and turned it up to high.
Cunt no longer cared about breathing: she began screaming! She had come in her previous life, but it had never felt like this. Maybe it was the hormones from the pill or her current state of mind or the fact that she had been brought to the edge for a month; whatever it was, she was going to come. She kept screaming even though she had no more breath to scream with. When she stopped screaming, it was because she could no longer breathe, which likely added to what happened next: she had the most intense orgasm anyone has ever had. She attempted to scream again, but she simply couldn’t. She began flailing in place, trying to push the woman behind her off of her, but she had a tight grip. The whole time the vibrator was still going. She lost consciousness for a moment but came back almost immediately. She couldn’t even think anymore. Her whole being was this orgasm. The woman behind her let go of her throat, which finally released two things: her scream and a second orgasm. She tried to say something, make a request which she could no longer remember, but her words came out as drawling babbling, so she went right back to screaming by the third orgasm. She lost count after that but was certain that she had come a few more times before Mistress finally lifted the vibrator from her clit and the woman behind her let her go. Mistress approached her again with the vibrator, which she fought by attempting to run away on all fours to the pleasure of the crowd. The room was quite a sight: a large group of sexually contented people surrounding a spent piece of fuckmeat, overstimulated and covered in all kinds of fluids, looking like a wild animal. She would later see herself in a mirror momentarily and wonder how she had gone from that classy slut to a cheap whore all in the span of a day.
Cunt was left to lay there for a while, as people began getting dressed and leaving. Any time someone walked past her, she would stick her tongue out in preparation for someone’s genitals, pretty much automatically, even though she couldn’t get up if she tried. Eventually, Mistress began to feel something resembling sympathy for her, so she walked over to her and began the bringing down process. She untied her hands and gave her a bottle of water as she took out her gag, took off her clamps—to a loud yelp, of course—and undid the rope around her tits. After a sip of water, Cunt suddenly became aware that she had her hands back, so she checked on her sore tits and ass and her engorged clit. Every touch of her own body caused pain, but it was good pain. Cunt attempted to thank her Mistress or to communicate something but her brain was fried, so she simply kept drinking her water. In order to communicate thanks, she instead gave Mistress a kiss on the knee; this would have usually been responded to with a slap but Cunt had taken so much today, Mistress was proud enough of her to give her a kiss on the top of the head like a good little girl. Mistress got her a thick comforter and sat her down against a corner of the room to let her come back to earth a little.
Cunt couldn’t quite remember how the rest of the night went, but she could vaguely remember being carried to a car by someone. She began to come back down to earth, laying naked on the backseat of the car that had brought her to that place, Mistress in the front seat driving. She was dropped off at the front door where a couple of submissives carried her off to her bed. They admired her marks and bruises and put her to bed. She immediately fell asleep.
Epilogue: Day Eight
Cunt awoke early the next morning. Today would be the day she would be leaving. She looked in the mirror and saw her old self. Her cock was almost returned to its original form, her tits had deflated considerably and the rest of her features were returning to normal. She, now he, would soon be back to his original self, the pills having worn off. He lay in bed and looked back on his week there. He noticed that his clothes, those cut off him on his first day here, had been replaced and were waiting for him. He felt himself up a little: even though his body had changed back, the pain and bruises were still remaining and would serve to remind him of his time here.
Mistress walked out of her quarters to see her client standing at the front desk talking to her secretary.
“So, returning to work now,” she asked him.
“Yes, at least for a few weeks. The busy period is coming up, but things will eventually calm down and I’ll have time to take up my hobbies once again,” he replied.
Mistress gave a knowing smile, replying “goodbye, Cunt.”
“Not goodbye,” he replied back, “see you later!”
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