Sentenced to be a Maid                  by: Steve Matyas

 

I was driving through the desert, the top on my convertible down and the wind blowing through my long blonde hair. The gold hoops I wore in my ears bounced off my neck and my nylon-clad legs rubbed together, making my dick strain pleasantly against its restraining device. I was on my way to a two-week gathering of fellow heterosexual transvestites and I was happier than I had ever been. After all, I had dropped a full dress size and grown my hair long since last year's get-together. No more long dresses and tacky wigs for me. It was all mini-skirts and real hair now.

As I cruised along, singing happily along with the CD in my stereo and ocasionally admiring my beautifully made-up face in the mirror, I kept feeling the car hiccup. I hoped nothing was wrong, but eventually it got so bad I had to pull over to the side of the road. I sighed, put on my Walkman, and got out to see what was wrong. I popped the hood and started checking things out. As I leaned over the car, I felt a warm breeze blowing up my short green skirt and tickling my ass. I was leaning so far into the hood that my high-heeled sandals barely made contact with the ground. With my Walkman on, I couldn't hear anything except the sweet voices of Indigo Girls flowing into my ears.

All of a sudden, the hood came crashing down onto my back, driving the air from my lungs and sending racking pain up my spine. As I struggled to breathe enough to scream, I felt a hand reach under my skirt and rip down my pantyhose and panties. Something long and hard was driven violently up my ass and started pumping in and out. I don't know how I managed to avoid passing out, but I was fully conscious as the pumping motion continued until a stream of hot liquid was released into me. It was then that I knew exactly what had happened. I had been raped.

I felt the dick inside of me grow soft and it was pulled out only to be replaced by another, shorter one. This one didn't hurt as bad as the first one had, but it pumped more energetically. I found myself involuntarily moving my hips in rhythm to its strokes until it, too, sent a stream of liquid spurting into me.

As the second dick was pulled out of my ass, I felt the weight pressing down on my ribs ease and I was able to push the hood open and stand up straight. I turned around to see a short man in a deputy sheriff's uniform buckling his belt and grinning lewdly at me. His partner was on the other side of my car, leaning into it and probing under the seat. I stood there with tears of rage and pain running down my cheeks and my stockings and panties bundled at my ankles.

"Well, now, beautiful", the deputy said to me, "looks like we got you for public lewdness as well as solicitation. Don't worry. That's only a couple of days in jail and a fine."

I started to point out that I was the victim here, not the one breaking the law, but just then his partner called out, "Hold on there, Cletis. There might be more goinng on here."

He came around the car with a purse in his hand and asked, "Does this belong to you, ma'am?"

I said, "Of course it does. And if you'll look in there, you'll see who I am. I'm not a woman. I'm a cross-dressing heterosexual who has just been viciously raped and intends to sue your ass."

"I don't know about all that", he drawled. "But I do know that since you admit this bag is yours, the three pounds of cocaine in it must be yours too. Cuff the cunt, Cletis."

I was spun around and my hands were cuffed tightly behind my back. They led me to their car, with me shuffling along clumsily on my high heels and with my panties and nylons still bunched around my ankles. They shoved me into the back seat and sped away.

After about ten minutes, we stopped and I was pulled out of the car and led into a building. As the two deputies dragged me down a long corridor with barred rooms on each side, I heard obscenities being shouted and felt hands reaching through the bars to grab at me. The deputies just laughed and kept yelling, "Hang on boys. She'll be with you in a while."

They took me into a room at the end of the hall and presented me to another deputy sitting behind a high desk.

"Solicitation, public lewdness, and possession with intent to deliver", the taller deputy drawled. "Picked her sorry ass up out on 43."

The deputy at the desk looked me over, scratched his chin, and said,"You boys know the women's wing is closed. I don't know-if we throw a slut like this in with the men, she's likely to fuck them all before court time Monday."

I started to point out who I was, but the taller deputy smacked me in the back of the head and snarled,"All we want to hear from you is answers to our questions. You'll be on your knees in the block soon enough, so shut the fuck up."

The deputy at the desk said,"That's what I mean, Burt. She'd enjoy the hell out of herself in the bullpen, and so would the boys in there. That don't seem right somehow. I'm thinking maybe we should just hold her in Clem's office for now."

"Whaddaya think, sweetheart?", one of the deputies who had arrested me asked. "Will it be pulling a train in the bullpen or staying by yourself in a nice quiet office?"

Naturally, I opted for the nice quiet office. I was led into another room and ordered to lie facedown on a padded table which was in the center of it. When I had done so, my hands were uncuffed from behind my back only to be pulled over my head and cuffed to either side of the table. After someone had roughly pulled my panties and nylons back up onto my hips, my legs were also cuffed to the sides of the table and I was left alone in the dark room.

I had no idea of how much time was passing as I lay in the dark, hearing occasional footsteps outside the door and sensing someone looking in at me from time to time. Eventually, I grew hungry and, when I next heard footsteps I called out. The door opened and a deputy I hadn't seen before came into the room. When I told him I was hungry, he grinned and unzipped his pants. He pulled his dick out and waved it in my face, saying,"Go ahead, darlin'. Chow down on this bad boy."

When I shook my head emphatically no, he just laughed and walked out. At regular intervals after that, one deputy after another came in, pulled out his dick, and offered it to me. I got to the point where I would clamp my eyes shut as soon as I heard the door opening. Once they realized I wasn't going to look at their dicks, the deputies started rubbing the heads of them across my face and lips. I could smell the heat on them and feel slimy pre-cum leaving streaks on my face. But I refused to open my eyes or mouth.

Finally, the door opened and I could smell food. I cautiously opened one eye and saw a platter heaped with scrambled eggs and bacon being held in front of my face. I stretched my neck toward the platter and begged the deputy to let me eat. He agreed to, provided I did so without being uncuffed. He set the platter down on the end of the table and I plunged my face eagerly into it. The eggs were covered with some kind of slimy white sauce which tasted strange, but I didn't care. I ate and licked the platter until it was clean.

When the deputy came back in for the empty platter, he whistled and said, "The boys were right. They said you'd love that jism omelette. Every one of them jacked off on

it for you. Hell, ol' Curtis done it twice. Guess he's sweet on you."

As his words sunk in and I realized that I had eaten a plate full of semen, I threw up violently.

"Too bad", the deputy chuckled. "That's all you get until lunch. Boloney sandwiches with cum spreading then."

My stomach lurched again and I threw up once more. The deputy just laughed and walked out shaking his head.

I completely lost track of time as I lay in my own vomit, being tormented by a steady stream of deputies wagging their dicks in my face and slapping or pinching my ass when I refused their advances. I didn't eat any more of the food they offered me and pissed myself rather than beg one of them to release me to go to the bathroom. Who knows what he would have expected in return?

At long last, I was told it was Monday and time for court. I was uncuffed and ordered to stand up. My legs were so weak from being restrained and from my not eating that I collapsed. A deputy kicked me in the ribs and snarled,"Get up you dumb bitch, or I'll shoot you for resisting."

I slowly and painfully made my way to a standing position and was led out of the room. As we walked down a corridor, one of the deputies escorting me said,"Man, she sure does stink. You-all know how much Judge Cassidy hates a woman who ain't clean. I don't think we should let him see her until it's necessary." The other deputies grinned and nodded their agreement.

I was led into a courtroom and taken to the front, where the judge's bench was. One of the deputies removed the front panel of the bench and pushed me inside, telling me to be quiet until my time came or else. I found myself in a tight enclosure where I only had room to kneel in the darkness.

Soon I heard the muffled sound of the courtroom filling up. I heard someone call Judge Cassidy's name and the noise died down. There was a pounding noise over my head and I knew court was in session.

As the first case started, a panel in front of me slid sideways and I found myself facing two feet and legs. They were firmly in my way and didn't provide me any more room to move around in, but at least some light was getting in.

As the case droned on, the person in front of me slipped his shoes off and began rubbing his feet over my face. He searched out my mouth with his toes and tried prying my lips open. I resisted as long as I could, but finally had no choice but to open my mouth and let him stick his toes in. I finally figured out that what he wanted was for me to bite down on the end of his sock so thst he could pull it off. When both socks had been removed, he returned his toes to my mouth for licking and sucking.

This went on for awhile; then he hooked one set of toes under my chin and forced my head up to find a thick red dick pointed right at me. He used both feet behind my head to pull my face closer until my mouth touched the end of his dick. As he continued to pull me forward, I opened my mouth and let the dick glide through my lips. As I fought for breath and to suppress the gagging sounds which wanted to burst from me, he used his feet on either side of my head to pull my face back and forth along the length of his dick. Just when I was certain I was going to die from lack of oxygen, his dick throbbed and started to pour gallons and gallons of cum into my throat and mouth. I instinctively swallowed as fast as I could, but stuff still came streaming out of both sides of my mouth and ran down my chin.

When the last burst of liquid finally came, I was ready to collapse. But to my amazement, the dick in my mouth was as hard as ever, and I was being urged to suck it again. In shock, I let myself be manipulated until the raging torrent started again and I swallowed as much as I could.

Finally, the dick grew soft and was pulled out of my mouth. I leaned back as far as I could in my cramped space and began to cry.

After what seemed like hours, I heard someone say that court was adjourned. The legs in front of me started to move away, but stopped when a voice said, "Hold on, yor honor. What about that whore Cletis and me picked up Thursday?"

The judge announced he would hear my case in five minutes and walked out. I was pulled out from under the bench and led to a table where I was ordered to sit down and be quiet. I could hear people behind me snickering and knew they must be reacting to the sight of me: my dress and stockings were saturated with filth, my make-up was ruined from crying, and I had what must have been three gallons of jism smeared on my mouth and running down my chin. The worst part was, I didn't even care. I just wanted this ordeal to end.

When the judge came back in, I was pulled to my feet and he looked me over slowly. He shook his head and said, "You are sure one sorry looking thing. Now the problem I have is what to do with you. You were caught dead to rights by my finest deputies, so there's no doubt you're guilty. Normal sentence would be thirty years. Problem is, where do I send you? If you go to a men's prison, you'll be pulling a train your whole stretch. 'Course judging from my deputies' statements and what I've experienced myself, you'll probably enjoy that. So it's not rightly punishment.

"I can't send you to the women's facility for obvious reasons. So I guess what I'll have to do is order you to the county hospital for sex-change sursery and then to the women's prison for the remainder of a thirty year sentence."

I sank into my chair in a state of total shock. I was so upset I almost didn't hear the judge say, "On the other hand, I really don't think you're totally beyond redemption. Tell you what; my maid's on vacation for the next week, so if you'll agree to take her place, I'll suspend your sentence. Of course, you'll have to do exactly as you're told or it's surgery and the slammer for you."

I knew I had no choice but to accept. After all, I never wanted to be a woman, I just wanted to dress like one. And I certainly didn't want to spend thirty years in prison after my balls had been lopped off. I figured that part of my duties during the next week would involve being the judge's sexual toy, but at least I'd still have all my parts when I was done. And besides, I'd already been raped and forced to suck a dick. It was nothing I couldn't survive. So I agreed to the plan.

I was ordered to go with a female bailiff and get cleaned up before reporting to the judge's house at six o'clock. I was led to an empty shower room and got under the steaming water. As I soaped myself down, the bailiff joined me and began lathering my body. She then produced a razor and carefully shaved me everywhere. When she worked near my genitals, I grew aroused and she knelt down and gave me a terrific blow job. As she swallowed my load, she said, "We've got to hustle. It's almost five thirty."

I got out of the shower and the bailiff powdered me with rose-scented body powder and quickly blow-dried my hair. I tied my hair back into a ponytail using a velvet scrunchie and got into the panties, nylons, bra, slip, and dress which had been laid out for me. I slipped into a pair of low-heeled shoes and we left.

When we got to Judge Cassidy's house, I gaped in awe at the high stone wall which surrounded the place and was broken only by a gate with an armed guard. We approached the guard shack and the bailiff explained that I was the new maid and we were running late. The guard leered in at me and told us to go to the back entrance.

Once there, I was led inside and showed a small room off the kitchen. "These will be your quarters", the butler who had met me at the door said. "Not that you'll be using them much, from what I understand."

He walked away snickering before I could ask what he meant. I went into the room and found a package of clothing on the bed with a note from the judge on top of them. The note reminded me that if I failed to do everything ordered of me for the next week, I faced prison and the operation. If I complied, I would be totally free. I signed the note where I was told to and opened the package of clothes.

I wasn't surprised to find a short black silk dress, fishnet stockings, white frilly panties, and a lacy skirt and hat. Pretty standard maid's clothing. I was a little disappointed in the shoes, though: the heels were at least seven inches. It would be hard to manage to walk straight, much less carry anything. I sighed and got dressed.

After dressing, I found a completely stocked make-up kit and did my face, thinking I might as well play along and have some fun. Maybe being a good sport would ease the pain of what was ahead. As I admired myself in a full-length mirror, the butler came in and told me there was going to be a party that night.

"Your job, of course, is to serve the guests in whatever capacity they desire", he said. "The judge is very particular about how his help acts, so follow these rules to the letter: 1. Never ever look at a guest unless asked. Your eyes are to remain on the ground at all times. 2. Don't speak to a guest unless you're answering a direct question. If at any time during the night you need to use the bathroom, you are to approach a guest with your head down and wait until he or she taps you on it. Then you are to curtsy and say, 'This one would like to use the bathroom, please.' Only if they agree are you free to go. 3. When answering any guests' questions you are to refer to yourself as 'This one', and if you're asked to do something the answer is of course always YES. 4. If you ask for permission to eat and are given it, you will go into the corner where a dog dish has been set up, get down on all fours, and eat without using your hands. 5. ANYTHING A GUEST WANTS GOES. Any questions?"

I told him I understood and he placed a leather collar with a large metal ring in front around my neck and told me to go start preparing to greet the guests. I found trays of food and drinks in the kitchen and waited to be called.

After about ten minutes, I was summoned. I picked up a tray of drinks and wobbled out into the main hallway concentrating on walking on seven-inch heels and staring at the floor while balancing a tray. The tray was quickly emptied and I soon found out what the ringed collar was for. A guest walked up to me, snapped a leash onto the ring and pulled me out of the room.

He led me up a flight of stairs and into a bathroom. There, I was told to stand and wait while he urinated. When he was done, he ordered me to wash and dry his penis and tuck it back into his shorts. He then led me out of the bathroom and back downstairs. I decided if that was the worst thing that happened to me, it wasn't too bad. It was gross touching someone else's dick, but at least I hadn't had to suck it or have it crammed up my ass.

For awhile, things went alright. I served drinks and food and made countless trips to the bathroom, where I was forced to do a variety of things ranging from washing dicks and pussies to helping fix hair and make up. The worst was when I had to change a woman's tampon for her and carry the old one to the garbage pail in my teeth. Between trips to the kitchen and bathroom, I was ordered to chug several glasses of champagne and martinis and to snort more coke than I had ever seen before. I was high and actually starting to enjoy myself. Then things took a turn for the worse.

First, I was ordered to climb onto a table in the center of the room and masturbate while turning in a circle and singing Madonna's "Material Girl". When I started to come, I was told, I should immediately stop turning and await further instructions. I did as I was told and masturbated for what seemed like hours. I was dizzy and out of breath when I finally felt myself start to spurt. I stood still and watched my jism shoot out into space. A voice called out,"Looks like she chose you", and amidst applause I saw a man's shoes approach and felt a leash being fastened to my collar. I was pulled down off the table and led to a chair where the man leading me sat down and ordered me to go ahead and suck him off if that's what I wanted so bad. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. His dick was totally soft and I began to tickle and lick it to shouts of encouragement. He finally grew hard and I took him into my mouth. Since this was the first dick I had "voluntarily" sucked, I had a hard time figuring out how to breathe and suck at the same time. When he shot his wad, I spit it out only to be ordered to lick it up off the floor. He ordered me to lay across his knees and spanked me viciously for not swallowing his load.

After that, the flood gates were open. I was ordered to suck dick after dick and to eat the pussies of several female guests. Any time I grew visibly aroused, I had to stand on the center table and masturbate. Soon my lips and dick were raw and chapped. I knew I had to have a break of some kind, so I approached a pair of red high heels whose owner's lap I had had my head buried in a couple of times. I stood before her until she tapped me on the head, then said, "Please. This one would like to eat some food."

She thought for a minute, then told me to go ahead. I went into the corner, knelt in front of the dog dish, and buried my face in the food it held. As I knelt there trying to catch my breath, a hand reached under my dress and pulled my panties down. A thick short dick was plunged into my ass and strted thrusting in and out, causing me to hit my head on the wall. I was too tired to care anymore and waited patiently for the end of this indignity. I felt warm liquid well up into my bowels and intestines and thought it was over. But the dick didn't grow soft and I realized it was Judge Cassidy and he had more to give. He pumped me for what felt like hours before he finally exploded again and pulled out. I felt cum running out of my ass and trickling down my legs as I collapsed face first into the dog dish and fell asleep.

When I woke up, certain that I had just had the worst nightmare in history, I found myself lying naked on a tile floor. I tried to stand up, but my body protested in pain and I discovered I was attached to a ring in the wall by a chain link leash. My ass hurt beyond anything I could imagine and felt like it was stuffed with something. I groaned loudly and lay back down only to be nudged by a shiny loafer.

"Time to get up", a man's voice cheerily announced. "I'll take you for a walk, then it's work, work, work."

He unhooked the leash from the ring in the wall and pulled me to my feet. He led me out a door and into a beautiful garden. As we walked up and down the rows of flowers, he kept encouraging me to piss and after a short time, I couldn't help but comply. As I started to let go, he smacked me in the head with a stick and snarled, "Ladies squat when they piss, you slut. Get it right."

So I squatted down and finished, trying to keep my feet out of the increasing puddle. When I was done, he asked me if I needed to have a bowel movement, too. I certainly felt like it, with my insides stuffed so badly, so I nodded yes. He gave me a pat on the head and told me I was a good girl for remembering not to speak, then said before I could have a bowel movement I would have to remove the tampon someone had loaned me last night. I reached around to find a string dangling out of my ass, and when I pulled on it I felt about a mile of stuffing slowly and painfully start to work its way out of me.

"You know", my companion said,"you really should have told the Judge you were on the rag last night. He was pretty upset when he found out the hard way."

When the bloody, shit-stained cloth was finally all the way out, I had a diaharettic movement that came in several spasms. When I thought I was done, I was ordered to scoop gravel over the piles I had left and to smooth the path out.

I was then led inside and ordered to take a quick shower and dress for breakfast service. After the shower, I put on the short black maid's dress, fishnet stockings, lace apron and cap, and incredibly high heels I had had on the night before. I was ordered to take tray after tray of breakfast to all the guest rooms and present them with a deep curtsey without, of course, saying a word. Once all the trays had been distributed, I started with the first room and collected them all to bring to the kitchen, where I washed and dried all the dishes. By the time the last dish was dried, it was the middle of the afternoon.

I headed for my room only to be stopped by the Judge, who told me we were going for a ride as soon as I changed my clothes. I found my new outfit on my bed and changed into a tight pink leather miniskirt and pink stiletto-heeled shoes. I was puzzled by the lack of any blouse or camisole, but soon found out why there wasn't a top there. The Judge came in and painted the words "I suck dick" on my bare chest and back in large hot pink letters. He then snapped a leash onto my collar and led me out to the garage, where I was positioned on the top of the back seat of an open convertible.

We drove the twenty miles into town with the wind whipping my long hair and the words painted on my chest and back shining brightly in the sun. Every man who passed pointed and leered at me and I was ordered to blow kisses to them and suck suggestively on my fingers.

When we got into town, we headed for the college campus. There we were joined by several other people and the Judge led me up and down the street past frat houses filled with leering men and sorority houses filled with laughing women. When one of the sorority girls called out, "You may suck dick honey, but I'm better", we stopped and the Judge challenged her to a contest. She and I were told to each pick out a man from the crowd gathered around us, and the first one to bring her subject to orgasm would be the winner.

"Just to make it interesting", the Judge said, "the winner gets to spank the loser in the middle of the commons."

The girl quickly picked out some jock and I looked around at the leering faces, trying to decide how I should choose. I didn't want to suck anybody's dick and I certainly didn't find any other man appealing. Finally I chose a small shy-looking kid, hoping his dick matched the rest of his body.

We went into the sorority house and were led to a big living room. The boys were placed back to back in the center of the room and the sorority girl and I were placed at opposite ends facing our chosen subject. When the Judge counted three and yelled "Suck" my opponent raced to her jock, ripped his sweatpants down, and started slurping noisily on his obviously already erect pole. I slowly approached the kid I had picked out, knelt in front of him, and struggled with his belt and zipper. My hands were shaking and I felt like throwing up. When I finally got him undone, I found a totally limp dick hanging in front of me.

I started to lick and caress the dick, but it showed no signs of life. I looked up at the kid and his eyes were clenched shut and he looked like he was in agony. I heard a cheer from the crowd and realized that my opponent had gotten her subject to orgasm, so I tucked the kid's dick back into his shorts and started to stand up. I was shoved roughly back to my knees and the Judge growled into my ear, "You lost, but the contest isn't over until both contestants have swallowed their load. So get busy; and make it quick. We haven't got all day."

I pulled the dick back out and continued to try getting it to stiffen. After a long time of sucking, licking, and stroking accompanied by cheers and laughter from the crowd, the dick finally sprang to life and, almost instantly, started spurting hot juice into my mouth. As I stood and was led away, I looked back to see the kid in tears being led away by his buddies.

I was taken to the center of the campus and led up onto a stage. There, two jocks grabbed my arms and forced me to bend over. The sorority girl appeared with a large paddle and began roughly spanking me as the crowd counted the blows. After twenty, I didn't feel any more, but she continued until the crowd hit fifty. The Judge then stepped up and offered to take on any and all challengers with the same ground rules. I sucked twelve dicks and received twelve spankings before I realized what I needed to do. When the next contest was ready to begin, I looked for an aroused dick rather than worrying about what its owner looked like. I won that contest easily, and happily punished the loser. But the Judge said it wasn't any fun when I won and led me back to the car.

We went home and I changed into my maid's outfit and repeated the party routine of the previuous evening. By the time the last guest had passed out or left, I was literally drooling semen. I couldn't have swallowed any more if I had tried. I fell into a chair and immediately went to sleep.

The next day I was awakened and ordered to put on a sequined gown with matching heels and gloves after a woman friend of the Judge's had strapped me into a tortuously tight corset and applied garish makeup to my face. When I saw myself in the mirror, I thought I resembled nothing so much as a low-rent drag queen.

I was led out to the car and once again we headed into the city. We stopped at a bar and I was told to go in and order myself a Pink Lady. When I walked in, all heads swivelled to stare at me, and I quickly realized I was in a gay bar. I walked up to the bar looking straight ahead and not acknowledging the stares and whistles of the patrons. I ordered my drink and ten customers offered to pay. Once I had my glass, I found an unoccupied stool and half-sat, half-leaned against it. The corset I had on wouldn't allow me to sit properly.

As I sipped my drink, the Judge came in and walked toward me, greeting customers along the way and shaking hands. When he got to me, he told me I had to pick one man out of the crowd and invite him to come with us.

"Remember", he added, "you're a hot cunt on the prowl. Make sure you pick out someone you can't wait to feel inside you."

I surveyed the crowd and finally settled on a man who didn't look too bad. I pointed him out to the Judge and was told to go and pick him up. I strolled over, tapped him on the arm and said, "Hey handsome, wanna party?"

He laughed and turned away, leaving me standing red-faced. I had been sure the Judge had set everything up and that any man would go with me. Now I realized I would have to really pick one up.

After three turn-downs, I finally got someone to agree to go with us. We headed back outside and piled into the car, with me and my "date" alone in the back seat. As we drove, he kept trying to kiss me and feel me up, but I resisted. As long as I wasn't ordered to make out with a man, I wasn't going to.

We came to another bar and the process was repeated. I had to go in, pick someone up, and bring him outside to join us. The same steps were repeated until there were five men stuffed into the backseat and I was laid out across their laps. Hands and lips were everywhere on my body, and I was actually grateful for the corset which denied them access to my dick.

We came to another bar and were all ordered out. The Judge conferred with the five I had picked up and told them to go inside. After a few minutes, he led me in. The bar was almost totally dark and I was trying to see anything, but couldn't. I was led in and told to stand in a certain spot. A bright light suddenly bathed me and a voice boomed, "Men and gentlemen, the Club LeDoux is proud to present Miss Lorna Lickem, the undisputed queen of cock sucking."

Another light appeared over the bar and I saw my five pickups sitting along it, their pants around their ankles and their diacks in various stages of arousal. I was pushed forward and soon found myself face to dick with one of them. Knowing full well what was expected of me, I took him into my mouth and sucked him to climax. Then I stepped over to the next one and did the same thing. And so on down the line.

As I swallowed the fifth load, the loudspeakers blared, "Miss Lickem is just getting warmed up, gentlemen. The world record is twenty-two standing. Not only will she attempt to break that record, she'll go after the other records of forty-eight kneeling and thirty-one reclining. All in one incredible night. Now let's get some volunteers."

I quickly did the math in my head and discovered I was expected to suck a hundred and one cocks in one night. That far surpassed anything I had done at the Judge's and I had barely survived that! As the parade of dicks started, I tried to numb my mind to what was happening. I forced myself to think about things other than my aching lips and fast filling stomach.

After a long time in a haze of automatic sucking and swallowing, I was led to a back room where my gown and corset were removed. Then I was led back out and forced to my knees as the parade started again. Once more, I blocked out what was happening and let my mouth and throat work automatically.

Finally, I was led to a couch and laid down. The dicks now came at my face from above rather than in front and when they shot their loads, the velocity was unbelievable.

Then, suddenly, it stopped. I was laying there with my mouth hanging open and semen oozing from every pore. But no dick replaced the one which had recently been removed, and I dared to lift my head up and look around. The room swelled with applause as it was announced that I had done it: a hundred and one dicks! I got violently ill and threw up again and again. I imagined I could feel the sperm swimming up my throat and through my mouth and nose as I heaved. When at last the spasms stopped, the Judge appeared, wrapped a fur coat around my shoulders and led me out. We drove back home and I passed out, oblivious to the drying vomit and semen which covered me.

The following morning, I was told to take a shower and wait in my room for further instructions. As I sat shivering on my bed, the door opened and the Judge and a woman entered. The Judge explained that the woman desperately wanted a baby, but couldn't have one. "So", he said, "I volunteered you."

I was made to lay on the bed while a diaper was put on me, followed by a frilly pink dress and bonnet. An oversized stroller was produced and I was ordered into it. I was told I couldn't speak, but was only to gurgle and coo or cry when I was hungry or needed changing. And I was told in no uncertain terms that I would need changing often. As I was wheeled away with a bottle of some hideous tasting formula stuck into my mouth, I reflected that this couldn't be all bad. After all, even the sick bastards I was being held captive by wouldn't expect a baby to suck dicks or be raped. So I decided to lay back and enjoy the ride.

I sucked listlessly at the bottle as I was pushed out of the house and into the garden. As we made our way around the flower beds, we were repeatedly stopped by women who wanted to look in at me and gush over the pretty baby. Some reached in and tickled my feet or chin, and I played it up by kicking and giggling. No, this wasn't going to be bad at all.

But then suddenly something hit my insides hard. I had an unbearable urge to piss and shit at the same time. Both my ass and dick started to pour out liquid. I was literally swimming in my own filth trapped inside the diaper and rubber pants. I was totally embarrassed but knew the only way to get out of the filth was to cry. So I started to wail at the top of my lungs. I was pushed over to the side of the path and the woman with me said, "Did Mommy's little angel make a poo-poo?"

She stuck her finger into the diaper and exclaimed, "Oh my! You certainly did."

She pulled off the dirty diaper, washed me off thoroughly, powdered me, and put on a new diaper. When she tried to give me the bottle again, I refused to open my mouth, figuring something in the formula had made me lose control of my bowels and bladder. After trying to force the bottle into my mouth several times the woman gave up and offered me a pacifier, which I willingly took.

We strolled around the garden for awhile longer then, after my third diaper change of the morning, went back into the house. There I was ordered into a large crib and told it was nap time. I didn't have any trouble falling asleep after all the abuse I had taken over the past couple of days, and I slept without dreaming.

When I woke up, I knew immediately that my diaper was full again. I set up a wail and soon "Mommy" appeared and changed me yet again. She had me sit in a high chair and tied a bib around my neck. She gave me a rattle and disappeared into the next room, soon to emerge with a jar of baby food. She tried feeding me, but I refused to open my mouth until I got tired of listening to her imitations of airplanes and trains. I let her feed me, and it wasn't half bad. Not a lot of texture but it tasted okay.

After feeding me, she took me into the bathroom and stripped me. She had me get into a tub of warm sudsy water and she washed me thoroughly. After the bath, she diapered me and put me into a red jumpsuit and the biggest pair of baby shoes I had ever seen.

"Is my little Angie ready for her big afternnon?", she crooned. I had no idea what she meant and could only giggle in reply.

I was taken outside and strapped into a car seat in the backseat of a station wagon. The pacifier was once again stuffed into my mouth and we drove off. We went to another house where I was taken out of the car and placed in a stroller. I was pushed into the house and found myself surrounded by the Judge and at least fifty other people. I panicked at the sight of them, fearing some wierd form of sexual abuse, and started to cry. "Mommy" explained that I was very shy, but that I would be alright once we started.

I was taken out of the stroller and placed in a huge ring drawn on the floor. A man stood over me with a stopwatch and clipboard. As I tried to figure out what was going on, "Mommy" called to me from outside the ring and said,"Okay, sweetie, crawl to Mommy." I quickly realized what was expected of me and crawled on hands and knees over to her. When I got there, the man with the stopwatch called out, "The winner-Angie!"

The crowd applauded my effort and my picture was taken alone and with "Mommy". The Judge asked if he could pose with me and did so, giving me the opportunity to make a nasty face showing what I felt about him.

I was taken back home, given a bottle, and allowed to go to sleep again. I don't know how, but someone moved me from the crib into my bed at the Judge's house, because that's where I woke up, dressed not in a diaper but in silky babydoll pajamas.

On the table next to the bed was a note informing me that it was my day to pamper myself. I was to take a long bubble bath, sleep, read, and generally do nothing all day except be ready for an appointment with a beautician at four o'clock. I lay back down, thinking I would sleep the morning away, but I was startled back into wakefulness by the sound of a television mounted in the wall. I looked up to see a soap opera being broadcast. I searched for a remote control so I could turn it off or change the channel, but there was none. Even worse than the soap opera itself, instead of commercials I was subjected to videos of nude male dancers and gay men having all kinds of sex. When I couldn't take any more, I headed for the refuge of the bathroom.

In there, I found a huge tub mounted on iron claws and surrounded by a plush pink rug. I couldn't resist the urge to fill the tub and was soon engulfed by the scent of roses as water and bubbles poured out of the faucet. I climbed into the tub and soaked until I looked like a prune. I got out and put on a silk kimono a I found hanging on the door and went back into the bedroom.

Yet another soap was blaring from the television screen, so I decided to try reading something. All I could find were copies of Cosmo, Playgirl, Glamour, and Harlequinn romance novels. I settled in with a Cosmo and tried to avoid glancing at the television when moans of man-on-man pleasure filled the room.

I must have dozed off, because I was startled by the sound of someone rapping lightly at the door. I opened it to find a beautiful brunette who smiled warmly at me and told me it was time for my appointment. I told her to come in and did, bringing along a chair that looked just like a dentist's. She excused herself, went into the bathroom, and re-emerged wearing a smock and carrying a huge case. She told me to get into the chair so we could begin.

When I sat down, she proceeded to do all the things I had dreamt about having done to me ever since I had first cross-dressed. She gave me a perm, she buffed and polished my nails, she waxed my entire body, she gave me a facial, and she massaged me. Now this was what I had imagined when I thought about being a woman; not sucking dicks and being raped. When she was finished, I looked and felt completely feminine. In fact, I felt so much like a real woman that I decided to spend the rest of the day watching soaps and reading romance novels. I even found myself taking an occasional peek at the gay sex scenes, comparing the techniques displayed there with my own cocksucking experiences.

The next morning, I went about my maid's duties happily. I still felt and looked extremely feminine. Once the house had been thoroughly cleaned and lunch was over, I was told to dress in a low-cut velvet dress and matching suede pumps. I was taken out and driven to yet another bar and ordered to go in, order a drink, and await further instructions. My mood sunk as I walked in fearing another long night of sucking dicks.

I was surprised to find myself in a bar full of attractive, well-dressed women. When I had seated myself with a drink, the Judge came in and told me the routine was to be the same as the other night, with one small twist. This time I was to pick up a lesbian. I happily turned my attention to the task and soon lost myself in flirting and dancing with the best looking one in there. I found that I had to work just as hard to find a lesbian to leave with me as I had to find a gay man; but this was much more enjoyable. Once I succeeded, we went to another bar and repeated the sequence. After a few hours, I had five women stuffed in the backseat of the Judge's car and was ecstatically letting them feel me up.

We arrived at our destination and once again I was ordered to stay outside while my pickups went in and prepared themselves. I could barely contain my excitement as I thought about what was likely to happen next. Sure enough, when I was escorted inside the five were seated on a bar, legs spread wide and pussies facing me invitingly. I trembled with anticipation as it was announced that Miss Lorna Lickem would attempt to eat more pussy in one night than had ever been done before. When I was allowed to proceed, I rushed forward and buried my face in the first one.

As I made my way down the bar, my dick grew rock hard and I started to reach inside my panties to jack off. My hands were roughly pulled behind my back and my wrists were cuffed together as a voice whispered in my ear, "You can't play with what you don't have, Lorna."

I closed my eyes against the pain of my erection and continued to lap the juices of the woman in front of me. Before long, I started to convulse uncontrollably and shot my wad. I couldn't believe I had actually come without any help, but the wetness of my panties told me differently. As I continued to eat pussy standing on my feet, kneeling, and laying on my back, I had countless erections and orgasms. By the time the last woman stood and removed her snatch from my thrusting tongue's reach, my panties were totally soaked and a large spot was visible on my dress.

When I was anounced as the champion pussy eater and stood to acknowledge the crowd's applause, the Judge stepped forward, reached under my dress to feel my soaking panties, and called out, "Not only is she a record-holder in eating pussy, she has one herself that's dying for some attention."

He bent me over a bar stool, pulled down the back of my panties, and drove his thick cock into my ass. I just closed my eyes and thought about all the beautiful snatch I had eaten while he pumped away. Before long, he had shot into me, pumped away again, and shot a second load. As he pulled my panties back up and led me out, I was still smiling at the memory of what I had done.

The next morning, I awoke to find instructions telling me to get dressed in a pair of thong panties, fishnet thigh-high stockings, a lace garter belt, and a black lace bra. Oddly, I was specifically instructed not to stuff the bra with falsies or anything else. Over these undergarments, I was to put on a pair of jeans, a men's dress shirt, and a tie. To complete my outfit, I put on a pair of cowboy boots and a wide leather belt with an enormous silver buckle. I was not to wear any make-up or earrings. When I was finished dressing, I looked like a typical long-haired yuppie male, with only my undergarments taking away from the illusion.

Soon, the Judge came in and handed me a backpack, saying, "Everything you'll need for today's excursion is either in here or planted in the restrooms of the various places we'll be going. I'll explain everything in the car."

As we drove to our first destination, the Judge told me that I was to go in, order a beer, and strike up a conversation with any other man in the place. As we talked, I was to reach into the backpack, remove the earrings I found in there, and place them into my pierced ears. If the man continued to talk to me, I was to take out each component of make-up in the bag and do my face, eyes, lips and nails. If at any time the man broke off the conversation and left, I was to stop making up, find another man to talk to, and then continue. If I ran out of men in this bar, we'd leave and head to another.

Once I was fully made up and had a man in conversation, I was to take off my boots and openly massage my stocking-clad feet in front of him. Once this was accepted, I was to head for the men's room where I would find a pair of high heeled pumps. I was to put these on and continue my conversation. Once the heels were allowed, I was to pull off my shirt and put falsies into my bra. Then my pants came off and were replaced by a slip and a dress. Once I was fully clothed as a woman, that part of the game would be over. If at any time during all of this, the man I was currently talking to wanted sex of any kind, I was to willingly submit. And once we reached the end of the game, I was to either have sex with the man I was then talking to or go into the men's room and beg anyone in there to let me suck his dick.

After three or four hours of strange looks, threats to have my ass kicked, a few blow jobs given (and, oddly enough, one received) and one dick up my ass, I found myself in full dress standing in a men's room pleading for a dick to suck. Finally, someone relented and I was ready for the next bit of torture. The Judge told me that now the game would be reversed: I was to start conversations with women and slowly undress, re-dress in men's clothing (including losing the bra and putting on boxer shorts), remove my earrings and make-up and, if necessary, end up in a women's room begging for the chance to eat pussy.

This portion of the game went largely as the first, except I wasn't ever threatened with physical harm. I got to eat a couple of snatches, had MY dick sucked three times, and was subjected to a thorough fucking with a huge dildo. Once again, I found myself in a bathroom pleading for sex until someone complied.

After these fun and games, the Judge took me back to his house and let me go to bed. In the morning, I found an outfit identical to the one I had been wearing on the day of my "arrest" and a note saying I was free to go. I dressed as quickly as I could, not even making up my face, and went outside to find my car with the keys in it. I drove through the front gates and headed for the highway and home with only one thought running through my mind: I wonder if there's any way I can get sentenced to two weeks next year?

 

 

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