This story was written for the enjoyment of adults only and is a product of my twisted mind.  I try to make things seem plausible that are unlikely to occur in reality.  Please send any comments to 4playd@comcast.net.  I love hearing from you.

                                      NO GOOD DEED…

                                      By 4play    

     My name is Carl Johnson and I want to tell how what I thought was a good deed became a nightmare and turned my life upside down.  I met Mary when I was in college and she was a waitress in a café I frequented.  We dated for over a year before I graduated.  

    Shortly before graduation I applied for a job teaching High School Mathematics.  The Recruiter studied my resume and grade record for a few minutes and the told me, “Your grades and references are both very good but I must be brutally honest with you son.  You look like a high school student and our kids would not respect you.”  I blushed but knew I had a baby face for a 22 year old man.  The recruiter told me, “No need to be ashamed young man, you will appreciate that someday.  I do want you to work for our district but feel you would be best suited to teaching Middle School Math.”  He then went on to explain that Jefferson County School District was the biggest school district in Colorado and covered the western suburbs of Denver and even had some mountain schools.  By the time he finished I had agreed and signed a contract to teach there starting at the end of August.

     Mary and I were married a week after my graduation.  We put our few possessions into a U-Haul trailer and headed west to Colorado.  We found a small furnished apartment close to the school I had been assigned to and moved in.  We had both been virgins when we married and we were fully enjoying sex with each other.  Mary found a job as a waitress in a restaurant and I kept house and did the cooking while waiting for school to start. We were very happy newlyweds.

     We both worked hard and saved our money wanting to buy a house where we could raise a family.  By going to school in the summers and some night courses I earned a Masters Degree in only three years.  With the substantial raise I got as a result of my new degree we managed to buy a Victorian house in an older part of town.  It had a living room, dining room, kitchen and a bathroom on the first floor.  The second floor had two fairly big bedrooms and a full bath.  On the Third floor was a single bedroom with a half bath.  The stone walled cellar which was windowless and nearly empty, contained the furnace and hot water heater and had hookups for a washer and dryer.  I noticed a stub off the sewer line where one could install a toilet someday.  We moved in the first of October.  I had just turned 26 and was a married homeowner.  I felt very proud of myself.

     Each month we would buy some piece of furniture at the good will store to fill the rooms of our new house.  We would certainly want to replace this stuff with new when we could afford to do so.       The Colorado legislators were in session and trying to come up with a plan to balance the budget with diminished revenues like other states hit hard by the recession.  Since public education consumed much of the state budget it was an attractive candidate for making cuts.  The teacher’s association lobbied very hard against any cuts of course.

      When Mary and I got our income tax refund, we bought furniture for the second bedroom and a desk so we could use the dining room as an office.  That is where Mary did our bookwork and I graded papers.  Our home was shaping up nicely.  Mary was still taking our laundry to the local Laundromat.  We had learned that we had bought a house in a bad neighborhood.  Lots of welfare families and teenage gangs were our neighbors.

     Then on the first Sunday morning in April when I turned on the TV to watch “Meet The Press”, they were showing footage of the flash flood that had inundated a mobile home park in Golden.  The raging waters were washing trailers downstream.  When they hit an obstruction they would be demolished and their propane tanks explode.  It made for great footage for TV, but I knew that the people whose homes they were had lost everything.  We did not have a lot but they were left with nothing.  The Liberal ideals that had been drilled into me in college caused me to feel that the humane thing to do would be to have a couple from the Red Cross shelter stay with us until they could get back on their feet,  It was the decent thing to do.

     Over breakfast I explained my feelings to Mary and when she was persuaded I called the shelter and explained that we had extra room and would take in a couple of refugees.  Since we both worked we wanted a couple with no kids.  The kindly lady explained that many of the refugees had already been housed with relatives.  She said, “We do have one couple here that is about your age.  I should mention they are an African American couple but he is a veteran.  I asked the lady if she would pass along our offer of shelter to that couple and we would be there to meet them soon.  She informed me that she thought we were being very Christian and that she would be happy to talk with the couple for us. 

     We got dressed and drove to the shelter.  Inside we met with the Red Cross worker and she led us into an office where we met Jamal and Rebecca.  My first impression of them was that they were beautiful people.  He looked like the Big John of the old Jimmy dean song.  He was tall, broad of shoulder and narrow at the hips.  Rebecca looked like an Amazon goddess.  She had to be 5’10” tall and looked even taller standing in heels. I saw that Mary was very impressed by them as well.  

     When Jamal shook my hand I feared he might crush it.  He had a very firm handshake and must be very strong.  Jamal said, “ It is awfully nice of you folks to take a couple of homeless people into you home.”  I told him, “We have an extra bedroom in our house.  It is nothing fancy but it will be better than sleeping on cots.”  Rebecca gave Mary a big hug and thanked her for being so nice to perfect strangers.  I told them, “Our car is out front, so you get whatever you have and we’ll get going.”  Jamal replied, “We were at work when the flood hit so we still have our car.  We will get our things and then follow you to your house.” As we waited outside for them to show up, Mary remarked,” They are certainly not what I had expected to find living in a trailer park.  They seem higher class than that.”  She was right and I had sensed that Jamal could be quite menacing if he chose to be.

     While they followed our car across town Jamal was telling Rebecca why he had decided to move in with us instead of going to a hotel.  “That little twerp was actually looking at us like we were destitute.  He is in for a big surprise Becky.  I am going to make her my babies Momma.  Not only that we are going to own that little nerd,   He will be our bitch before too long.  I saw how Mary looked at me, and once I get her in bed with me she will love and need me."  Rebecca giggled and said, “I will own his ass.”  Jamal had over $7,000 in cash in his wallet.

     Upon arriving at our house I parked on the street and let Jamal have the driveway.  I had to work tomorrow and did not want him blocking my car.  We showed them to their room and then gave them a tour of the house.  Then we all sat at the kitchen table to get to know each other a little better.  I told them I was teaching middle school and Jamal asked, “Isn’t that a woman’s job?”  I resented that remark and told him there were some men doing that too.

      Jamal told me, “My nickname is Big Daddy, you can call me Daddy.”  I said, “I can’t call a man daddy.  He scowled and said, “You can and you will little man.”  Rebecca piped in saying, “We are exotic dancers.  Our stage names are Big Daddy and Hot Mama. You can call me Mama.”  In a few brief words they had made me seem like a child.  Daddy and Mama indeed!  Jamal asked, “Do you have any beer in the house?”  I said, “Yes, I think we do.”  He reached over to grab me by the shirt and lift me from my chair.  He told me, “The answer is ‘Yes Daddy’ boy.  Now fetch me one.”  He released me and I said, “Yes Daddy.”  Mary could call him Jamal but I had to call him Daddy.  He was trying to make me look small in front of her.

     Daddy told us he had spent 5 years in the Marines and had done two tours in Afghanistan.  He was letting me know that he was capable of killing.  He was asking Mary about her job and while she and he conversed, Mama took me by the arm and led me into the living room.  She told me, “Daddy can be very nice but because he was a sergeant he expects a great deal of respect.  Just respect him and his wishes and you will be fine.  Now give Mama a kiss and we will rejoin the others.”  I was much shorter then she so she grabbed my by my hips and lifted me up so I could kiss her on the lips.  She left me with lipstick on my lips from that kiss. She put me down and patted me on the butt and went back in the kitchen.  

     Daddy asked me, “Do you have a basement in this house boy?”  I wanted to protest being called boy but I meekly said, “Yes Daddy we have a cellar.”  He said, “Show it to me boy.”  I led him down the stairs by the back door and groped to find the light cord and turn on the only light in the cellar.  Daddy smiled when he had inspected the place and said, “I need to set up an exercise area but this would also make a great dungeon.  With these stone walls and no windows it would be perfect for that.”  We went back upstairs after turning out the light.  

     Mary made a nice supper to feed us all and when we finished eating Daddy told me to clear the table and wash the dishes.  The way he said it left no room for discussion.  I replied, “Yes Daddy” and started clearing the table.  The three other people were having an after dinner glass of wine and I had my hands in dishwater.  When the dishes and pans were washed and put away I went to pour myself a glass of wine.  Daddy asked me, “Don’t you have to get up early boy?”  I did since I had students in my classroom at 7:00 AM.  I replied, “Yes I do Daddy.”  He told me, “Then you better go to bed boy.  Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”  He was treating me like a child.  As I walked away he added, “Mama will be up to tuck you in soon.”  I went upstairs and brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom where I undressed and crawled into bed.  I had been in bed only a few minutes before Mama opened the door and walked to my bedside.  She pulled down my covers and saw I slept nude.  Then she took my cock in her hand and started to masturbate me.  As she stroked me she talked softly to me telling me to be a good boy and assured me that Daddy was just showing me who was now in charge.  When I spurted cum on my tummy she kissed me on the forehead and left.  I told her, “Goodnight Mama.”  I was asleep when Mary finally crawled into bed.

     The next afternoon after the kids left school we attended a special faculty meeting.  The Principal informed us that the state legislator had cut funding to the public schools by a large amount to be able to balance the budget as required by law.  He said that there was to be a special election where the taxpayers were to be asked to raise the mill levy for schools.  He went on to stress the importance of working to get that raise passed to avoid major cuts.  His talk left us all feeling uneasy about our futures.

     When I got home I was surprised to find Mary at home since I usually got home hours before she did.  I asked her what she was doing home at this hour and she told me, “Jamal asked me last night how much money I made each week and I told him I brought home about $250 a week.  He told me he would give me twice that much to stay home and it would be all cash.  So this morning I called my job and quit.  He is so nice and the extra money will make our financial picture much better.  She said he had even driven her to the Laundromat this afternoon so she did not have to go there at night.  That black bastard was casting a spell on my wife! Mary told me that he and Rebecca were down the basement working out.  

      I wanted to talk to Daddy and try to reason with him and persuade him to treat me like a man and not as a child so I went down into the cellar.  I was astounded by what I saw down there.  Daddy had rigged up some lights and mirrors and there was a lot of weightlifting equipment that I had never seen.  Daddy was pumping iron and Mama was doing sit ups.  Both of them were naked and glistened with sweat.  Bodies like theirs took a lot of work to maintain.  As dancers their bodies were what they sold. Their image was everything.  Daddy said, “Hello boy.  When I am naked you may not be clothed, so you strip before you talk to me.”  I blushed but slowly took off my clothes.  When I was naked he told me to bring that weight set to him.  I went to pick it up and found I could not lift it an inch.  Daddy laughed at my puny effort and told me to join Mama and do a girly workout.  He kept pumping iron while Mama and I did sit ups, jumping jacks and squats.  He wrapped a towel around him and went upstairs.  Mama was a beautiful black woman, a goddess really.  Once we were alone, she laid me beside her and pulled my mouth to her breast.  Suck Mama’s tit Carl.  Do it like you were nursing.  I sucked as if I was nursing and while I was doing that she masturbated me again.  This time when I came on my tummy she wiped it off with her hand and had me lick her hand clean.  She smiled at me and asked me how I liked eating cum.  It dawned on me that was what I had just done!  I had been jacked off by this goddess and had eaten my own ejaculate.  She asked again, “Was that good Carl?”  My mouth still tasted the salty stuff but I told her, “Yes Mama, thank you.”  

     The rest of the week went much the same.  I went to work and the three of them stayed home.  I suspected they were having sex while I was gone.  I knew Mary was smitten with Daddy and that Mama wanted to do Mary too.  I was becoming their toy.  

     Finally on Friday and Saturday nights Mary and I were alone while Daddy and Mama danced to make money.  It turned out they made more in two nights than I made in a month.  No wonder they felt superior to me.  I tried talking to Mary about getting them out of our house, but she loved the way things were now.  She had excitement in her life for a change.  Our life had become drudgery.  Now a Man wanted her and she wanted him.  When I pressed the issue, she told me, “Just forget that idea boy.  They are not leaving any time soon.  I want them here,”   I was crushed; even my wife was calling me boy.  She kissed me on the cheek and told me, “Jamal wants you to have a hairless body.  If you let me shave it, it will be better than having him pluck you.”  I didn’t have much body hair anyway but she wanted all of it removed.  I felt defeated and let her lead me to the bathroom where the shaving materials were already laid out.  They had known I would submit to their wishes.  I stood naked and docile while Mary shaved all of my body hair off, even my legs and arms.  I was smooth as a baby when she finished.  She rubbed me with lotion and sent me to bed.

     Saturday and Sunday mornings Daddy and Mama both slept in until early afternoon.  They had not come home until after Three AM.  When they got up I got them coffee and a roll.  They came to the table nude so I had to strip naked as well.  Daddy had me display my hairless body for them.  He remarked, “You look better that way boy.  Body hair is for men.”  Mary came into the room and I saw her naked for the first time since our guests arrived.  Her body was also hairless.  She had even shaved her pussy!  

     We all remained nude for the rest of the afternoon.  Daddy had Mary take pictures of him and me standing side by side. She also took pictures of Mama and I standing together, A few pictures of Daddy, Mama and I together were also taken.  The contrast between our bodies was dramatic, in size and condition in addition to color.  I had to take similar pictures of Daddy, Mary and Mama.  With the use of digital cameras there was no problem getting such pictures printed.  I worried about what he intended to use those pictures for, but dared not ask.

     Daddy took Mary by the hand and told her, “You have been so nice to us that I want to do something nice for you.”  He led her by the hand up the stairs and into our bedroom.  As they climbed the stairs Mary asked, “What about Carl?”  Daddy answered, “Mama will take care of the boy.”  

     Mama took me by the hand and told me, “Mary is going to get a life changing treat tonight.  You should be happy for her.”  She led me upstairs and into her bedroom.  There was new bedroom furniture in their room.  A king-sized bed and a new dresser, bedside tables and a chest had replaced the used stuff I had bought for this room.  I asked Mama, “What happened to the stuff that was here?”  She told me, “Daddy would not live with junk.  That stuff is now in the attic room.”  Daddy had taken over my cellar and refurnished this bedroom.  He acted like he owned the place.  He had been here a week and he was already fucking my wife.

     Mary told me, “You have seen why Jamal is called Big Daddy and know why you have no chance of pleasing me with your little dick, but Mama has an idea.”  She lay on the bed and lifted me into a 69 position.  She told me, “Use your tongue to lick my lips and around my clit.  I will take care of you, but do not stop until I tell you to.”  Mama spread her long legs opening her vulva to me.  I bent down and started licking her bottom.  I felt her take hold of my balls and then felt a finger being shoved into my anus.  She must have sucked that finger to moisten it as it did not hurt much as it invaded me.  I could hear moans coming from across the hall.  Mary had never been loud with me.

     It only took a few minutes for Mama to drain me.  She had two fingers massaging my prostrate.  I was drained without having an orgasm.  I would have normally stopped once that happened but Mama would not let me stop.  She had trapped my head between her legs and still had me by the balls.  I kept lapping at her bottom taking cues from her reaction.  She still tasted of sex.  She and Daddy must have been fucking before they joined Mary and me.  Then I got invaded by something larger.  Mama was shoving a cucumber in and out of my asshole.  I was getting a vegetable fuck.  When I finally got Mama to orgasm and was allowed to turn around the cucumber was fully inside of me. Mama told me, “You keep that inside of you until you get home from work tomorrow.  Mama wants you to think of me all day."  With that thing inside of me I knew I would think of little else!

     Mary was shrieking and yelling, “Fuck Me Big Daddy”, over and over again.  Then she cried, “God how I love you Big Daddy.”, and all was quiet.  Mama told me,” She just had a “Big Daddy Orgasm”.  We will go see them now.  I want you to tell Mary how happy you are that she finally had a real man make love to her and also thank Daddy for pleasing your wife so well.  He will want you to kiss her well used pussy and may want you to kiss his dick in tribute.  Do not disappoint Mama.”  She led my across the hall and into my bedroom.

     Mary lay splayed out on the bed and Daddy was smoking a cigar.  Mary was flushed and quivering still in the throes of orgasm.  Mama went to her, kissed her on the mouth and said, “You just had one of the Big Daddy given orgasms.  You are very lucky sweetie; most women never know such joy.”  Mama nudged me and I told Mary, “I am so happy for you that you finally had sex with a real man.”  Even this noble gesture was a demonstration that I was not a real man.  I now was naked, hairless and had a cucumber up my ass.

     Daddy told me,” Lick her pussy boy.  Get it nice and clean”.  He had me licking and sucking on her gaping steaming pussy.  I was eating his cum!  When he was satisfied with that she was clean, he told me, “I think you should thank Daddy for pleasing Mary like you never could.”  I blushed but knew he was right.  I had never made Mary feel like that.  I said, “Thank you Daddy for making Mary so happy.  Boy has never pleased her like that.”  Then I bent down and kissed the head of his cock.  Daddy smiled and nodded his head indicating we should leave, which Mama and I did.

     We crawled into bed and Mama told me, “You acted properly in there and I am proud of you boy.  She pulled my head to her chest and had me suck on her big beautiful breast.
She purred and said, “That’s right baby, nurse on Mama,”   I kept sucking until Mama was asleep.  Then afraid to move and wake her, I slept where I was.  That is to say I slept until the moaning started up again in the other bedroom.  When at last Mary shrieked with joy again, Daddy called for me to come to them.  With that cucumber up inside my ass I knew I must be walking funny but hurried into their room.  

     Daddy pointed to Mary’s gaping cunt.  I began to lick the gooey mixture of sweat and cum dripping from her.  Daddy commanded, “Suck it all from her pussy boy.  You need to be good for something around here.”  A week after moving into my house the man had me eating his cum from my wife’s pussy and his woman had raped my ass using a cucumber!  I wish I had the courage to refuse to obey them but knew if I tried that I would be beaten severely.  Maybe I could get them evicted legally.  I didn’t like what they were turning me into.  

     After a night of getting very little sleep I got out of bed and took a shower and brushed my teeth to try getting the bad taste from my mouth.  I was imagining his semen eating away at the lining of my stomach.  I wondered if every time he fucked Mary I would have to eat his cum.  While I got dressed Mama watched me without getting out of bed.  I told her, “Mama I may not be able to keep that in me all day.  I already feel like I need to poop.”   She smiled at me and told me, “Do the best you can little one.  If you should have to shit it out, just wash it and reinsert it.  Understand that Mama wants you to wear that for her.”   I merely nodded and went off to work.

     I found it hard to concentrate on teaching the kids with that big mass inside of me.  I was afraid to sit and knew I had to get to the bathroom as soon as I could.  After three classes of kids I was in agony and skipped lunch to go to the faculty bathroom.  I locked the door and dropped my pants to sit on the pot.  As badly as I had to go I had to strain to get that big thing expelled from me.  When it finally popped out of me it was followed by watery diarrhea and loud farts.  Mama had obviously pumped me full of air while she was pumping that vegetable in and out of my ass.  I stood up and looked down in the toilet bowl and shuddered.  I knew I had to reach in that mess and retrieve the cucumber.  I got a paper towel and managed to get hold of it and then took it to the sink.  I washed it off as best I could and I had to shove it back in its former location.  I knew if anyone were to see me doing this they would have thought me mad.  A grown man who was hairless as a boy was shoving a good sized cucumber up his ass.  Surprisingly shoving that thing up my ass caused me to get an erection.  

     As soon as school was over I hurried home.  In front of my house was an appliance company truck and what looked like a handyman’s pickup truck.  I parked behind those trucks and went into the house by the back door as I had been instructed to do.  When I saw Daddy I asked him what was going on.  He replied, “  I bought a new washer and dryer and they are being installed.  My handyman is building a laundry room and will also be making a three quarter bath down there.”  I asked, “You did that without asking me Daddy?”  He laughed and said, “I don’t ask you anything boy, I tell you!  I won’t have my ladies going to a Laundromat.”  His ladies?  Mary was my wife. I walked downstairs and saw the delivery man was just finishing hooking up the sparkling new appliances.  Pedro was building a walled off laundry room and an adjacent bathroom.  Mary would appreciate having her own washer and dryer and love not going to the Laundromat, but I should have been consulted.  It was my house.  I went back upstairs and was shocked when I went into the living room.  The walls were covered with framed prints of the pictures taken yesterday.  Anyone seeing those pictures would know who the Man of the House was.  I looked like their child in those prints.

     Daddy had put his computer on my desk and my diploma was gone.  He saw me staring at the new pictures and said, “You have a Master’s degree, go ahead and Masturbate for me and the ladies.”  I gasped and pleaded with him, “Please Daddy don’t make me do that.”  He glowered at me and sent chills down my spine as he told me, “Never, ever question any order I give you pussy boy.  Now drop your pants and cum for the ladies.  Mary and Mama were sitting on the couch holding hands in their bras and panties.  I dropped my pants down around my ankles and pushed my jockey shorts down as well, before taking my penis in my hand and starting to stroke it.  With the three of them watching me I could not get an erection no matter how hard I stroked it.  Daddy laughed at my futile efforts and said, “I knew you were a pussy the first time I saw you boy.  Mama put this bitch in panties full time.”  Daddy joined Mary sitting on the couch and Mama had me step out of my trousers and follow her upstairs.

     We went into the bathroom and Mama let me expel that hated mass inside of me.  She had me retrieve the cucumber from the bowl and told me, “Wash it well boy, you will be eating it in your salad for supper.  She then took me into the bedroom with the cucumber held in my mouth and stripped me down to give me one of her thong panties to wear.  She told me, “Little one I think pink is your best color.”  She put the panties on me and led me back downstairs with the cucumber sticking out of my mouth like a cock.  That night I made them a nice Spaghetti and meatball meal while I ate a lettuce salad filled with slices of cucumber.  I felt like I was eating a turd. 
 
     The rest of the week went much the same as Monday.  I now was wearing panties full time.  Daddy would fuck Mary and I would have to lick both of them clean afterwards.  Daddy now had me licking his cock clean after sex as well as sucking his cum from Mary’s used cunt.  Mama was fucking my ass every night with one thing or another.  She had me telling her I loved her and loved her using me for her pleasure.  

     Friday afternoon Pedro completed the laundry room and bathroom in the cellar.   He had done a beautiful job and had even rewired the gloomy cellar so it had more lights available for use.  Mary loved not having to go out of the house do the wash.  Daddy and Mama would have a bathroom to use when down there exercising and a shower to use after they finished.  My 100 year old house now had a modern bathroom in it thanks to Daddy wanting and paying for it. 

     Friday night while Daddy and Mama were dancing Mary and I were at last alone.  I went up to her and tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away.  She informed me, “I promised Big Daddy that I would never let ‘pussy boy’ kiss me on the lips.  You may kiss my pussy or my asshole.”  I was shocked to hear that coming from her sweet lips.  Then she warned me, “You better not screw things up.  I have never been so happy!”  I told her, “Mama is fucking my ass with anything she wants.  He made me keep a cucumber up my ass all day and then eat it for supper.”  Mary shrugged her shoulders and asked, “So what?  If using you is what brings her pleasure, you do whatever she wants.  You need to learn your place in this family.  Big Daddy and Mama have great things planned for this family and all you have to do is obey.”  This Family?  They were merely guests in my home.  Even as I thought that, I knew they were far more than that now.  Mary and I slept in the same bed on the nights Daddy and Mama worked, but I was not allowed to touch her.

     At noon Sunday, Daddy and Mama came downstairs to the kitchen once again they were nude so Mary and I had to get naked as well.  Daddy had me put on an apron and fry up some bacon and eggs along with making toast and coffee for them.  While they ate Mary sat and drank coffee.  I stood by in case they needed anything else.  When the finished their meal Daddy pushed back his chair and lit up a cigar.  I got him an ashtray to use.  

     When Daddy finished his cigar he motioned to me and said, “Come sit on my lap boy.”  I did as he ordered he had his face close to mine when he started talking.  He said, “Mary told me you had her taking birth control pills for 4 years and that she had morning sickness ever day as a result.”  I said, “She never told me about that Daddy.”  Mary piped up and said, “I was not about to whine about that and you should not either.”  Daddy told me, ”It is only fair that you take them for me.  You take two pills daily for 2 years and you will be even.”  I gasped and meekly said, “Please Daddy I cannot get pregnant and Mary needs those to be able to have sex safely.”  He told me, “Never question my decisions pussy boy.  With you sucking my semen from her she should not get pregnant, so be sure to do a good job of sucking cum.”  Mary handed me two of her birth control pills and also two other bigger pills and a glass of water.  Daddy told me, “Take them boy.  The big pills are vitamins.”  I took the pills and washed them down with water.  He had me get up but told me to keep the apron on.  Daddy now had me on birth control and I was the birth control system for him and Mary.  I had to call the police and see about getting the unwelcome guests evicted.  They were making me a slave in my own house.

     That night Mama took me to bed and while I was licking her bottom I felt her shoving something new up my ass. When I looked back she has what looked like an automotive grease gun.  She softly said, “Relax baby, I am pumping you full of Crisco.  It will make things easier for you.”  I relaxed as she pumped me full of cold grease.  She held me by my balls and began shoving fingers up my ass.  I gasped as the third finger inside me and she told me, “Keep licking little one.”  I went back to licking her bottom and felt her cupping her hand and shoving it all up inside of me.  I felt like she would split me wide open.  Her fist was much bigger than a cucumber or carrot.  She began moving her hand in and out like a piston.  She asked me, “Little one who owns your ass?”  I had no choice but to tell her, “You do Mama.”  She knew the answer to her question before she asked it.
When she finished fist fucking me she told me, “I pumped a pound of grease inside your pussy baby and it will be leaking out for days.  She inserted a Tampax in me and gave me three more to use when the first one was used up.  She smiled and said, “Imagine you are on your period girl.” 

     Monday I had to run to the bathroom a three times during the day to change the gooey cotton plug in my ass.  The stench when they were removed was horrid.  The slime in my colon had given me diarrhea.  I now had some idea of what women went through during their periods. 

     When school let out and the kids had gone home I made a call the police station and talked to a sergeant about getting someone removed from my house by the police.   He asked me how they came to be there and I told him I had taken them in after the flood thinking they would stay a week or so.  The policeman then asked if he had paid rent or given us anything of value.  I told him they had.  He then told me that made them tenants with a right to stay there.  I would have to get an attorney and start eviction proceedings.  It would take four months to a year and even longer if they fought the action.  I thanked him for his information and hung up.  I knew it was hopeless to even consider such an action.  I had no money to pay a lawyer and Mary would never agree to it anyway.  She loved Daddy.  I was trapped.

                                                 Chapter Two                                                            

     I drove up to my house I saw Pedro’s beat up truck parked there.  I went in the back door and straight down the stairs into the cellar.  Pedro was putting up some stud frameworks for walls across the back half of the cellar.  Strangely he was using 2x6 studs instead of the normal 2x4’s.  Since he barely spoke English there was no point in asking him anything.  I watched as he was stapling insulation between the joists in the ceiling.  Why would they bother putting insulation in that place?  Why were those walls so thick?  Why was Pedro building walls in my cellar at all?  Nobody had consulted me about this construction.

     I went upstairs and saw Daddy sitting at my desk on his computer.  I asked him, “May I please ask you something Daddy?”  He did not even look up from what he was doing and told me, “Get out of those clothes and into your apron boy and ask me again.”  He wanted to keep me naked except for an apron?  The bastard wanted to make me his sissy slave.  The worst thing about that was he was doing so and I was helpless to stop him
     
     My nipples had been sore all day so it was good to take off my sport coat and shirt.  When I was naked I put my apron on and went back to talk to Daddy.  This time he turned his swivel his chair around to face me and asked, “What do want pussy boy?”
I asked him, “Daddy what is being built in my cellar?”  He told me, “Pedro is making a soundproof dungeon down there.”  That explained the thickness of the wall and the insulation. As sturdy as it was being built, it would last forever.  He needed no dungeon
In order to control me so I blurted out, “But why do we need a dungeon Daddy?”  He smiled and told me, “It is a gift for my lover Mary.  She wants to become a professional dominatrix and Mary wants to train her.”  I hated to hear him calling Mary his lover but I knew that is what she was now.  I was standing here naked except for a lacy apron and had a Tampax up my soggy ass.  The bastard acted like he owned me.  

     The ladies got home from their shopping trip carrying several packages.  Mary took me into her bedroom and had me put on a short black skirt, a white blouse, mesh hose and put black shoes with 4” heels on my feet.  I begged her, “Please Mary, don’t make me dress like a girl.  I am your Husband.”  She laughed and said, “My husband used to fuck me, but now you get fucked like a girl so you will dress like one.  When I start my business you will be our maid. Mama and I will use you to practice on while I learn to be a Dominatrix.  When you get home from work you will dress like our maid. Is that clear Carla?”  Fuck!  She had even given me a girl’s name.  With Daddy backing her up I had to obey her just like she was Mama.  I nodded my head to tell her I understood her orders. She snapped at me, “The response is to be ‘Yes Ma’am.’ Carla.”  I answered, “Yes Ma’am.”  Mary had mentally castrated me. Daddy was to be the only man in this house! 

     The only time I was allowed to dress as a male was when I was at work.  I had to change into my maid outfit as soon as I got home.  They only called me Carla now and I almost preferred pussy boy to Carla.  My chest now sported budding titties and my nipples were constantly erect and very tender.  Using the computer at school I found out the effects of men taking birth control pills.  I was growing female breasts.  I had a disease called Gynomastia.  There was no cure for my disease since the female hormones had caused my testicles to shut down.  My genitals were also shrinking.  At work my breasts were hidden by my suit coat, but at home they were getting more obvious each day. By the time the summer vacation was over they would be impossible to hide. My body was being changed to a female form.

     One Thursday night near the end of May Daddy asked me, “How would you like to fuck Mama tonight Carla?  After all the times she has been fucking your pussy you should have a chance to screw her once.” Mama lay back on the couch with her robe open and her legs apart and said, “Fuck me like a man Carla.  Hump me good.”  I lifted my short skirt and took my limp dick and started stroking it.  Mama said, “Hurry Carla I am waiting.”  I was holding it tightly and stroking furiously, but it stayed limp and useless.  The damned drugs they had me taking had chemically castrated me.  I was unable to fuck anymore.  I started crying.

     Daddy seemed sympathetic when he said, “That’s all right girl, you can watch Daddy please the ladies tonight.”  They went upstairs to their bedroom and I followed behind them.  In their bedroom was a set of stocks like something out of the Puritan colonies.
They were new since last night when I was in there to clean Mary. Daddy had me put my head and hands in the depressions and then closed the top piece and latched it securely trapping me in place.  Mama told me, “In colonial days when an offender was put in the stocks they nailed his earlobes to the wood.  When he was released he had to tear himself free which left his earlobes torn and he was forever “Ear Marked”.  Carla we are not
Going to do that to you although, we may want to pierce your ears for earrings later." They had me facing the bed so I was sure to see whatever they did. They undressed each other and while Daddy lay naked on the bed, Mary and Mama walked over and behind me where I was unable to see them.  I felt them unbuttoning my blouse and baring my tits. Then I felt them attaching a suction cup to each of my breasts.  Then the cups started sucking in an alternating manner.  Although I could not see what was going on I knew they had hooked me to a milking machine.  One of the ladies shoved a big dildo up my ass before they went to join Daddy on the bed.

     For nearly two hours Mama and Mary took turns riding Daddies huge cock and kissing and feeling each other up.  I watched helplessly while those breast cups just pumped away trying to extract nonexistent milk from me.  I knew now how a dairy cow must feel.  While standing in the stocks I realized that Mary had not had a period this month.  I had cleaned her at least once a night for over a month.  Was she pregnant by that big black man?

     Both of the ladies had been brought to several orgasms while Daddy still was rock hard.  He got off of the bed and walked across the room to get behind me with that huge erection proudly in front of him.  I felt him pull the dildo from me and felt his cock at my anal opening.  I begged him, “Please don’t fuck me Daddy.  Don’t do that to me too.”  He simply replied, “I can do whatever I want with you girl.”, and shoved his cock clear up inside of me.  He rammed it in and out of me only a few times before he shot his load deep inside of me.  He had made me dress like a girl and now he had fucked me like I was his girl.   He asked me, “Who’s your daddy bitch?”  I was sobbing as I answered, “You are Daddy.”  He undid the latch holding me in the stocks and removed the breast pumps from me.  My tits were red and very sore but seemed even bigger from the milking they had been put through. 

     Tuesday after Memorial Day was the last day for the teachers to work the kids had left on Thursday before the holiday.  Wednesday was my first day of summer break and I had not set my alarm clock and had slept late.  Mary woke me up and handcuffed my hands behind my back.  She then put an adult diaper on me and some rubber panties.  She told me, “Open your mouth baby.”.  When I opened up my mouth she inserted and fastened in place a Spider gag.  It was a 3” stainless steel ring with 8 steel curved prongs on it which held my mouth open and resembled a spider.  She got me to my feet and led me downstairs.  With my mouth like it was I was unable to speak words and could only make unintelligible sounds.  Mary told me, “Just be quiet baby.”  She put a pacifier in my mouth.  I assumed she was practicing dealing with men who had a desire to be adult babies, but I had no such desires. But not since Daddy and Mama moved in had what I wanted mattered.

     When we got to the kitchen Mary put me on a stool where my feet were off the floor and put a bib on me.  She was talking to me like I was an infant as she took the pacifier from my mouth.  She got a jar of applesauce and began spooning the baby food into my mouth.  She had not allowed me to pee this morning and I had to go badly by now.  She made me drink a baby bottle of apple juice by sucking on the nipple.  As she fed me the second bottle of juice I could hold it no longer and wet my diaper.  As the warm fluid filled my bottom I blushed red with shame.  I had not wet my pants since infancy.  They had reduced me to nothing.

     Mary asked me, “Did baby wet his pants?”  All I could do was nod my head.  Mary nodded to Daddy and he came over to where we were and lifted me off of the stool and laid me on the breakfast table.  Mary went to get a clean diaper for me.  Daddy slid me to where my head hung out over the table and shoved his cock through the spider gag and into my mouth.  He held my head in his hands and moved it so my throat was in a straight line for his penetration.  He pushed it slowly in and out but as it hardened it grew much bigger and it would make me choke and gag.  He told me, “Breathe through your nose girl.” Daddy kept thrusting his cock in and out further and further each time until he was fucking my throat.  Just as I was sure I would die from lack of air, Daddy pulled partway out and filled my mouth with his semen.  I had no choice but to swallow it all.  Daddy had raped my ass and now he had ravaged my mouth.  The brute all but owned me now.

     Mary finished changing my diaper and Daddy picked me up and stood me on the floor.  I was free to wander about the house but still had my hands cuffed behind me and wearing that fiendish spider gag.  If I did not hold my head tilted back I would drool on myself.  Each time I soiled myself, I had to find Mary and follow her around until she asked me if I had stinky pants. When I would nod my head furiously she would again clean my bottom while talking to me like I was a baby.  The she would powder my bottom and put a fresh diaper on me.

     Around 4 in the afternoon Daddy scooped me up in his arms and carried me down into 
The Dungeon.  He set me down on a cot in one of the three cells and told me, “Time for your nap baby.  Try to get some sleep.”  He closed the barred door and walked away turning off the light as he left.  I was left in total darkness and the silence was absolute.

     Pablo had use 2x6 studs and covered them with 3/4” plywood on both sides and insulation in between.  He had then taped them like drywall and used some concrete appearing goo to cover the walls with Z Brick.  They looked like bricks but were very thin.  When he finished the brick ceilings and walls he had sprayed them with some sealant which gave the walls the appearance of having been there for many years.  It was a real dungeon now.

     The first few hours I was in the cell I managed to get some sleep.  I was uncomfortable having my hands cuffed behind me and my mouth was still an open O.  People are used to a level of background sound and I found the total silence unnerving. I had no way to tell time but knew that I had been trapped in here a long time.  I felt like I was in a tomb.  I tried pacing back and forth in my cell but bumped into the walls or the bed as I had no light nor was I able to use my hands to guide me.  I finally gave up and sat on the cot helplessly awaiting my release.  Of course I had soiled myself during my captivity.

     The lights finally came on and Mary came to unlock my cell door.  I was blinking from being so long in the darkness.  She said, “I hope you had a nice nap baby.  Daddy took Mama and I out to dinner and then went dancing at a club.  I have not had this much fun in years.”  Mary unlocked my handcuffs freeing my hands and removed left that damned spider gag. She told me, “Get out of that diaper and take a shower.  Be sure to put some powder on you bottom to fight that diaper rash.  Then you can go to bed.”  She then turned and left me standing all alone.  

                                                     Chapter Three

     The second Tuesday in June was the special election to raise the School mil levy to support the School District.  I did not get to vote in that election as I was strapped to a table in the dungeon.  Mama was teaching Mary how to use hot wax to remove male pubic hair.  It had been over a month since I had shaved myself and there were stubble hairs growing back.  Now I understood why I had not been told to shave again.  Mama explained, “Pubic hair grows downward and to remove it roots and all we pull in the opposite direction.”  The wax was hot as she applied it in a 2” strip but quickly cooled.  She then forced a cloth strip into the wax with a spatula and added more wax on top of that.  When the layers had hardened together, Mama grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it violently upward leaving a smooth hairless area.  It hurt like hell when she yanked that cloth and I wandered how women could get a bikini wax job.  Mama told Mary, “Most of those hairs are gone for good.  In 6 months or so we may have to get rid of a few that do grow back.”

     Mary then did a 2” strip beside my bald spot enlarging my hairless zone.  The pain was unbearable, but I was strapped down and unable to resist.  Mama told Mary, “Let’s go upstairs and have coffee.  Give Carla something to look forward to.” They meant to make my torment last a long time.  Now that I knew how badly being waxed hurt they let me fret for an hour or so before removing another strip.  By the end of the afternoon I was hairless from the neck down.  I had never had much body hair, but now I had none.  When I looked at myself in the full length mirror I saw I had the body of a girl going through puberty but even though I still had a penis it was shrunken, limp and useless.  The ladies had pushed my testicles up inside my body so they could wax my scrotum and it now was a mere flap of bald loose skin.

     That night instead of being sent to bed early like a child Daddy had me naked on all fours hooked to the breast pumps and he let me watch the evening news on TV with them.  The School District levy increase was defeated by a three to one margin.  Some serious cuts would have to be made in the district organization and programs available to kids.  I wondered about the future of my job.  

     Once the news ended the breast pumps were turned off and I was allowed to put on my nightie and go to bed.  My nipples were erect and very tender and it seemed my tits had grown even bigger.  If they kept growing I would find it hard to hide them. How would my students accept a Mr. Johnson with tits?  My nipples were always erect now as a result of those breast pumps sucking on them daily. Daddy was making me look like a girl.  He had already used me as one.  

                                                     Chapter Four

     The Superintendent and his staff worked with the Teacher’s Association to come up with the cuts needed to fit the reduced budget.  On the first of July they announced the plan they had devised.  The four area superintendents and their staffs were eliminated.  Those individuals would return to the classrooms as teachers or resign.  Good riddance I thought.  Five elementary schools were to be closed and their students assigned to other schools.  Elementary classes would rise from twenty students to thirty.  Three Middle schools would also be closed and their class size would rise from thirty students to forty per class.  Two High schools would also be closed and the class size be raised from thirty five students to forty-five. Then came the devastating part of the plan for me, all teachers with less than five years seniority would be laid off.   The career I had worked so hard to attain was ended at least for now.  I was unemployed.  I had received my July paycheck and would still be paid in August and September but after that there would be nothing.

     I had become used to having a steady income, so I went to work on updating my resume.   With my transcript, past evaluations and work history I felt sure I would find another teaching job in a different school district.  I mailed out 50 job applications complete with resumes just to better my chances.  

     In July Mary started having clients visiting her in the dungeon.  It was clear that much of her dominance games were acting jobs.  The illusion of helplessness was enhanced by the use of the props she had down there.  The whips and floggers hanging on the wall did look intimidating.  The table where they had hot waxed me could serve as an examination table in a doctor’s office or with the mattress and paper sheet removed and cranked down flat would serve as a medieval rack when a winch was added.  The scene the client wanted was discussed before they arrived for their appointment.  Before the client arrived I had to arrange the needed props for Mistress Mary to use during her session.  I would answer the door when the client showed up and usher him downstairs to where he would have to undress and wait in a cell for Mistress to appear.  

     Any man or lady who wound up on the doctors table or the medieval rack was sure to leave with a bald strip down the center of their pubic region.  It meant they had been marked by Mistress Mary.  I could only imagine their reaction when they met someone similarly marked in a locker room at the gym or country club.  It resembled the stripe on a skunk.  I wondered how they would explain that stripe to their mates if they had one.

     Mary had some clients who would pay to have her pee on them and even more to make them drink her urine.  When she practiced doing that with me I had to wear that damned spider gag and she would blindfold me and then pee into a funnel she had stuck in my mouth.  Women can stop their pee if they want and she would give me a mouthful and then stop to give me time to swallow it before giving me another mouthful.  I found that horribly demeaning but some men craved that humiliation and were willing to pay for it.  If she was to pee on your chest or face that would take place in the shower.  At the end of a session the client was allowed to shower and I gave them clean towels and washcloths to use.  When they were clean and dressed I would show them out.

     The Ebony Goddess (Mama) also had a few clients of her own and she was much harsher with her people.  Her clients often left with welts on their bodies or a vegetable inside of them.  I knew how they felt.  They were often business men or women or professional people.

     Mary had now missed three of her periods and was definitely pregnant.  I was sure the baby was not mine.  Before Daddy took Mary from me she was taking birth control pills.  Now I am taking them.  My life had been turned upside down and inside out by Daddy and Mama.  I needed a job before I could do anything but serve and obey them.

     Over the next two months the rejection letters trickled in.  While the hiring official found my credentials impressive they were not hiring any teachers and were letting some go.  There was now a glut of qualified teachers in Colorado and the neighboring states.  I did hear of a job teaching Eskimo children in Arctic Alaska, but no other openings were extant.  I was kept busy being a maid to Daddy and Mama and serving as Mary’s flunky.

                                         Chapter Five

     By the time I had made the September house payment and paid the normal bills I was broke and desperate.  Mary was making money from her dominatrix business but she refused to share that with me.  She told me, “If you are going to beg for money go ask Daddy for it.  I am not a woman who will support an unemployed bum.”  Unemployed bum?  I was kept busy doing housework and helping Mistress Mary earn money from her Domination gig. 

     Despite Mary telling me how useless I was an hour later she told me, “I have an important client that I want to try something new on.  I am going to try it on you first.”  She put the hated spider gag on me and then placed a hood on my head and laced it tightly in place leaving my unable to see anything.  She then took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the dungeon. 

     Upon entering the Dungeon itself she said, “I am leading my naked slave to get a new and exciting experience.”  She had me lay on the medical table and strapped me in place. My feet were tied into the stirrups lifting and spreading my legs apart.  She announced, “My slave is now blind and held helplessly in place.  I am putting these sandbags by his head so he cannot turn even a little bit.  The poor thing needs to be fed.”  She shoved the funnel through the mouth hole in the helmet and snapped it into the spider mask.  I wondered who she was talking to.  Were there others in the room?  

     Mary took hold of my penis and stated, “This is the trickiest part of the game, I am going to insert this catheter in the urethra and get it in through the sphincter muscle of the bladder.  This will leave the slave’s bladder open for use.  The slave will have no control over what comes in or out.”  I felt her working the tube down inside my penis and clear in past my crotch.  I felt it tap my bladder and then a sharp pain as the catheter entered my bladder itself.  Mary announced, “I could feel it when it forced its way through the sphincter.  Perfect.  I can repeat this any time I want.”

     Mary then stated, “This is beef broth heated to 110 degrees.  I am now going to pump this into the slave’s bladder until it is completely full.  The slave will feel as if he is being filled with fire and soon have the need to pee very badly.”  She had told the truth as the hot fluid was pumped through my urethra into my bladder it felt like fire.  When I felt ready to burst, she clamped the tubing shut saying, “We will let the slave ponder the situation for a few minutes.”

     After she took time out to smoke a cigarette Mary announced, “I have disconnected the tubing from the pump and placed it in the funnel.  As I open and close the clamp the slave will spurt broth into his mouth.  The bitch should have the same sensation as when she was able to climax, but will be merely pissing soup into his own mouth.”  Once again she had accurately predicted exactly what had happened.  The fluid pulsing in spurts from my bladder did feel like having a climax when I was still able to have those things.  With Mary controlling the clamp she was able to drag the process out to last a full five minutes. I had swallowed all of the broth so it was true when Mary declared, “The slave has been fed.”  I felt totally drained, used and helpless, exactly what she intended for me.

     Mary was explaining, “The beauty of the slave being hooded is they cannot see what is happening to them, only feel and endure it.  For my next demonstration I will remove the hood so you can watch the slave’s facial reactions to what I do to it.”  She removed the funnel from my mouth and then unlaced and removed the hood from my head.  When I could see clearly I spied Daddy and Mama standing there and each were holding a video camera.  They were filming Mistress Mary’s demonstration for some purpose.  

     Mary propped my head up but it was still held immobile by the sandbags.  She said, “This time I want the slave to see what is being done to it.  She held up a pitcher which was filled with her urine and announced, “I am going to pump slave full of my golden nectar which of course she will wind up pissing into her mouth.  If I were to fill her with the entire contents of this pitcher she would have enough fluid in her to have a continuous loop going.  She would be pissing it constantly into her mouth.  She would be unable to stop as her body would not allow her to drown.  She would be continuously swallowing and make for a long sleepless night for the wretched creature.”  I know my eyes were wide open with fear.  She could actually do that to me if she wanted to and made sure I knew that.

     Mary asked me, “Would slave like to have an endless supply of my golden nectar?”  With the funnel out of my mouth but still wearing the spider gag I was only able to make meaningless noises.  Mary replaced the funnel and I watched as she pumped a full pint of her urine into my bladder before clamping off the hose.  Again she took time to casually smoke a cigarette to allow me time to dread what was yet to come.  If you have ever needed to urinate very badly and had to hold it you can imagine what I was feeling now.
I was miserable.

     Mary moved the sandbags away and asked me, “Is slave wanting to drink Mistress Mary’s pee now?”  I nodded my head vigorously.  By rapidly opening and closing the clamp on the hose she caused spurts of her urine to shoot from my full bladder into my mouth where I had to swallow as fast as I could.  The spurting action felt like an orgasm but I was drinking her waste fluid.  I was crying with shame. 

     Mary announced, “If this were my one of my male clients I would now masturbate him so he came in his own mouth, but this slave is no longer a man and not yet a woman.”  Mary was putting the pump aside as she mentioned, “I think the slave has had enough for one sitting.  If I had pumped a full gallon into her it would have taken a long time.  But then again I could have just poured it into her mouth which would have gone faster but lost a lot of symbolism.”  As she explained how anything she wanted in my mouth could be put there when I was secured like this, she was undoing the gag and my bindings.  She helped me to sit up and then jerked the catheter out of me.  She had me bow to the cameras and thank her for all she had done for me.  When the cameras were turned off she let me go upstairs and get dressed in my maid clothes again.  The next few times I urinated I would be getting rid of her urine.  Even my bladder was now a toy to be used.

                                                     Chapter Six 

     Three days after my movie debut I finally worked up my courage to ask Daddy to help me.  I told him, “Daddy I am in deep trouble and need help.  I am flat broke and will not be able to make the house payment nor pay the utility bills.  The Bank will foreclose and take my house.”  Daddy looked down at me kneeling there and said, “I know you have no money, nor any income.  I had planned to buy this house out of foreclosure for a reduced price which would still leave you in debt to the bank.”  I started crying.  I was to be left destitute and homeless.

     Daddy picked me up and had me sit on his lap.  He talked softly in my ear as he fondled my tits saying, “Don’t cry Carla.  Daddy will fix everything.  I will buy your house.  Mary is going to be my baby’s mama and she will stay here with Mama and me.
You will be free to leave and seek your fortune but my ladies find you useful.  I will pay you a thousand dollars and pay off what you owe the bank.”  I said, “But Daddy I put $10,000 down a little over a year ago.”  He smiled and said, “I know that girl, but I will pay $1,000 or wait and buy the place for half price out of foreclosure.”  He knew he had me in a desperate state and would have to sell at his price.

     Daddy told me, “We will see my attorney in the morning.  Tell Mama I said she is to get you something suitable to wear to go to his office.  I realized that I had not left the house since school let out.  I had only worn girl clothes and didn’t know if any of my male clothing remained.

     The next morning Mama got me dressed to go out in public.  I wore a black bra size 38B under a white sheer blouse with a lacy collar.  I also wore pink spandex short shorts and pink tennis shoes.  It was clear to anyone who would see me that I was a sissy trying to look like a girl.  My fingernails were painted pink and I wore pink lipstick.  It was worse than being naked.  My outfit shouted “FAGGOT”.  If anyone I knew saw me like this my reputation would be ruined.  So far my being Carla was known only in our house.

     Daddy drove me downtown where he parked on the fourth floor of a garage.  We rode the elevator down to the ground floor and walked outside.  We only had to walk 2 blocks to the building where his lawyer had his office but everyone was staring at me as we moved along.  In the lobby we took the elevator to the 19th floor.  Other people in the elevator could smell the cheap perfume Mama had put on me.  Their distain was palatable.

     Daddy was warmly greeted by Mr. Franklin his lawyer.  Mr. Franklin told me that Jamal had been his sergeant in Afghanistan and had shown him how to lead men and stay alive.  He had been a new second lieutenant at the time.

    Mr. Franklin asked Jamal, “Is this the bitch you are buying the house from?”  Daddy told me, “Tell him who you are Carla.”  I was blushing bright red as I said, “I am Carla and I am Daddy’s bitch.”  The lawyer told Jamal, “You are the Man.  How did you meet your bitch?”  Jamal told said, “Remember the old trailer house I bought to shoot the ‘Trailer Trash' series of movies in?  Well that got washed away in the flood in Golden and my name was down as the owner.  Becky and I went to the homeless shelter to see if we could get some free money from Fima.  The Bitch offered to share his home with us.  He had a sexy wife who is now my lover and who will bear me children.”  

     

     Mr. Franklin asked me, “Are those tits real Carla?”  I lowered my head and admitted that they were very real and sensitive.  He asked Jamal, “Have you castrated your bitch?”
Jamal shook his head and said, “Not yet and probably won’t need to.  That mini-penis is limp and useless.”  Mr. Franklin nodded his head and said, “So you have made the bitch a woman or at least no longer a man.”  

     They had me sign some papers and Daddy gave me ten $100 bills.  I held them in my hand and wondered where to put them.  Daddy told me, “Roll them up and tuck them in your bra girl.”  I did just that.  He had taken my wife, my manhood and now my house was his too.  All I had in the world was the wad of bills in my bra.  With so little I would not be able to function in the world.  I needed Daddy and Mama to take care of me.

     They had me sitting in the corner as they discussed the running of BD Enterprises which was the name of Daddy’s business group.  Not only was he a dancer, but he owned a company that made erotic films and another which supplied models for adult magazines.  His newly acquired house would be used as a set for some movies and magazine picture shoots sometimes.  He meant to turn the house into a money making asset.

     When Daddy finished making arrangements with his attorney who was also his financial manager we left the office and rode down to the street.  Instead of heading for the car Daddy led me five blocks away and into a bar.  There were only men in the bar and from the way some were dressed it was clear that this was a gay leather bar.  We sat in a booth and Daddy ordered a beer for himself and a glass of pink wine for me.  He said, “Carla I know you think you have been misused and I want you to talk freely now.  If you come home with me you will be my bitch and I will control you completely.”  

     He was actually wanting to know how I felt and I started by saying, “You stole my wife, my manhood and now own my house.”  Daddy calmly stated, “Your wife came to me out of desire, I did not steal her.  She gave herself to me.  I did not steal your manhood you surrendered it to me without a fight.  True if you had put up a fight I could have maimed you for life but you wisely submitted.”  He made it sound reasonable the way he put things.  He then told me, “You just sold me your house.”

     Daddy asked me, “Have I abused you badly Carla?”  I said, “Mama fucked me with vegetables.  He calmly replied, “That was for your own good girl.  Doing that stretched and straightened your pussy so it could accept my cock.  Had she not done that I would have torn your insides up.  There can only be one man in the house and that is me.  So you have to be a girl or be disposed of.”  

     I had a chance to lay it all out on the line so I said, “Mary made me be a hairless baby, be a dog, and even drink her piss from my own bladder.”  Daddy smiled and said, “Mistress Mary is learning a new trade.  You are merely helping her achieve her goal.”  There is a judge who has a 4 hour appointment Friday to experience what you went through more thoroughly.  He will probably be drinking pee for two hours or so nonstop.  He is paying $2,000 for what you got free.  Don’t be such a baby.  That movie you made is a big seller and Mistress has had several people wanting that experience.  You have to think of the good of the family and not just your silly selfish feelings.”

     Then I told him, “But Daddy you fucked my ass and even fucked my throat.”  He replied, “Of course I did.  Men use girls for their pleasure and I will use your pussy or mouth any time I wish.  If you live in My House you will exist for my pleasure.”  He had an answer for everything I said.  In his eyes everything had been perfectly normal.  

     Daddy then said, “Look around you Carla and see the kind of men who will find you attractive now.  You might earn money by whoring yourself out to them but could wind up dead just as easily.  With me you will be safe.”  I told him I had to pee and he pointed me towards the ladies room.  He made it clear that I was to be a girl in every way.  At least there were doors on the stalls.  I had a hard time getting my shorts pulled down and an even harder time getting them back up when I finished going potty.  My skirts at home were much more practical.  

     When I got back to the table Daddy asked me, “Any other complaints Carla?”  I replied, “That Damned spider gag is horrible sir.”  He told me, “Once again you are wrong girl.  That gag allowed you to keep your teeth.  Without that I would have had to pull them all out.  Nobody wants to put his cock in a mouth with hostile teeth in it.”  The thought that I might have lost all of my teeth was too ghastly to contemplate.

     Daddy said, “It is decision time Carla.  Are you coming home with me to be a sweet and obedient little bitch or do I leave you here?”  I swallowed hard and replied, “I want to be your bitch sir.”  Daddy smiled and reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a collar which had a brass plate on it with the word ‘BITCH’ on it.  He handed me the collar and told me, “Put this on Carla and you will be mine.”  I took the collar and placed it around my neck and heard it click when it closed.  Daddy saw the look on my face when I heard that click and said, “There is no key for that collar. It cannot be removed without a cutting torch.”

     On the ride home Daddy told me, “I want you to ask me sweetly to fuck you Carla when we get home.  Be sure to ask me to do you in front of the ladies.  It will show them your status as my bitch.”  I said I would do that.  He then told me I also want you to tell me you love me every time I use you Carla.  In time you will come to mean it.”  

     The minute we walked into the door the ladies noticed my new collar and knew I had submitted to Daddy and them.  It became even clearer when I asked, “Daddy will you please fuck me.  I need you.”  Daddy took me by the hand and led me up to his bedroom.  The ladies followed us upstairs.  Daddy had me undress him and then strip naked myself.  I sucked on the head of his dick and lightly stroked him and he soon had that pole standing straight up as he lay on his back on the bed.  He told me, “Straddle my cock girl and ease yourself down on it.”  Each inch that entered me made me more and more feminine.  Any shred of manhood was gone by the time I was fully impaled on that huge cock.  Daddy told me, “Now move your pussy up and down girl.  Use your pussy muscles to jack me off.”  I was soon bouncing up and down rapidly with my tits flopping.  Daddy was holding me by my waist and moving me up and down at the pace he wanted.  When was ready to climax he pulled me down hard so I was filled to the maximum and held me still as he pumped me full of his semen.  I had asked him to fuck me and he had done that fully.  I was weak and feeling very used but I told him, “I love you Daddy.”  He now owned me body and soul. 

                                         Chapter Seven

     After the ladies had watched me beg Daddy to fuck me they started having me wear lipstick and makeup.  Daddy insisted I clean my pussy before begging to be fucked.  To emphasize the need for cleanliness he made me lick his cock after he finished fucking me.  I had to look at my limp penis to remind myself that I was male.  I had boobs and was being used sexually as a female.  

     Mama and Mary took me down to the dungeon and had me lay nude on the medical table.  My hands were fastened to the wings of the table and my legs secured in the stirrups and spread widely apart.  When they fastened the spider gag on me I feared they were going to pump me full of urine again. It turned out to be even worse for me. 

     Mama said, " Carla if you are going to share our man you need to be more female appearing.  That little peewee of yours bulges your panties and we are going to fix that now."  I panicked thinking they meant to cut my penis off, but I was securely fastened immobile.  Mary shoved a dildo in my mouth through the spider gag,  She said, "This may hurt you some and we don't want you to bite your tongue."  The dildo also silenced me.

     Mama pulled my penis between my legs and then pinched my foreskin between the flaps of my empty scrotum.  While holding thusly with one hand she shot a stud through all three layers of flesh with a stud gun.  She then shot 4 more studs in a line trapping my penis inside of what now resembled pussy lips.  I would never see my penis again.  The loose skin of my penis was pinned securely in 5 places.  The pain had been sharp but short lived.  They told me how to care for my new piercing to avoid infection and that in a short time they would be healed.  Mama released my bindings and stood me up in front of a mirror.  I saw a naked woman in the mirror.  It looked like I have a vagina now.  Mama told me to wipe with baby wipes after peeing to keep smelling sweet.

     Mary had filmed the entire procedure and I knew it would soon  be running in video booths in adult stores.  They had me put on a string bikini and pull the bottom up into my new crack.  Mary told me, " That is what crude men call a camel toe Carla.  That is how you will wear bikinis or shorts.  The outline of my pussy was clear to be seen by all.  It was almost worse than being naked.  My nipples had been stretched by my daily bouts with the breast pumps and clearly showed under the skimpy top.  Mama told me, " Go show Daddy your new look bitch."  I knew I looked like a tart now.  Exactly how Mama wanted me to look.  I could never live as a man again.  They had turned me into an obedient freak.

     As I passed the bathroom I decided I needed to pee and went in to sit on the toilet.  I had been sitting to pee for months now but this time when I urinated it dripped through the opening in my new crack slowly.  I had to wipe my bottom carefully when I finished.  Never would it be possible for me to stand up and pee again.  I washed my hands and went upstairs sporting my camel toe appearance.

     I found Daddy sitting at what had once been my desk and asked him, " How do you like my new look Daddy?"  He turned around to look at me and said, " Turn around slowly Carla so I can see your whole body."  I did as he asked and he told me, " You were not much of a man but make a good bitch.  You have a nice figure Carla.  I think you are ready to play a role in a movie I am going to make.  It will be a small part but I wrote the script with you in mind."  Me in a Movie?  He reached in the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a script and handed it to me.  He told me, " You will play the part of Betty in the product.  Learn your lines and plan how you will play the part.  I want to be proud of you girl."  I took the script and answered, "Yes Daddy, I will do my best for you."

      The movie was to be shot next week so I had 5 days to learn my lines and get prepared to act the role of Betty.  The movie was to be set in a prison and Betty was a guy who had become the bitch of a powerful man.  I was going to have to show my nude body to a young new inmate and convince him it would save his life to get a Man to protect him.  I was to stress the need for total obedience and compliance to the protector's desires.  I knew what it was to live in fear of offending a man and hence I fit the role nicely.

                                      Chapter Eight

     The day the movie was to be started a couple of men put up a partition which looked like a concrete wall and blocked off the rest of the dungeon so the set appeared to be a row of cells in a narrow corridor.  They also put up lights and microphones.  I watched them working while wearing only my bra and thong panties.  My costume would arrive with the rest of the cast.

     A limousine pulled up at 9 AM and the cast members got out and came into the house.  There was a big black man named Jake and a white men named Dave and a young looking guy named Bruce.  I instinctively knew the roles each would play in the drama.  Bruce will be the young inmate I am to advise, Jake would be either my master or the man Bruce would have to beg to be his owner.  The Dave would be the prison guard who liked to watch the inmates having sex.  The man who will play my owner was going to be Daddy.

     The early part of the movie had already been shot in another location.  What remained were the prison scenes.  I was given a pair of orange coveralls to wear over my bra and panties.  I was wearing lipstick and full makeup and in high heels.  Daddy was dressed in the same color coveralls but wearing boots and naked underneath.  Bruce and Jake were also wearing coveralls.  We were the convicts and Dave was dressed as a guard. 

      Daddy and I were in a cell when the guard brought the young man into the cell next to ours and locked him inside.  Daddy told me, " Do the new fish a favor and tell him why he needs an owner."  That was when I delivered my dialogue.  Bruce was an actor as he actually shed tears when I told him how I had been raped 15 times in the first week I was here before I got an owner.  Daddy had me take off my coveralls and display my body wearing my bra and panties.  I then told the new kid he and I would be twins within a year if he got an owner but if not he would be dead by then. The scene went exactly as the script directed.  About the time the new kid was trembling in fear the guard brought Jake to the cell and locked him in with the new kid.  The boy begged Jake to own him.  He stripped naked when told to do so and displayed his body to Jake.  Jake played his part and told the kid that owning a bitch was a big responsibility.  The owner had to protect his bitch from all who might want to rape the bitch.  The boy knelt in front of Jake and begged to be his bitch.  The badly frightened boy swore to obey without question.  The guard was watching and grinning when the boy kissed Jake's ass as a sign of submission.

     The Director called cut and we broke for lunch.  To keep us in character the men had beer and pizza while we bitches got graham crackers and milk.  I felt strangely at ease being amongst these men clad in only my bra, panties and heels.  I knew they were making a gay film and were probably gay and I wondered what that made me now.  

     After lunch they shot the hardcore sex scenes involving Jake and Bruce while I stood naked in the adjoining cell with Daddy fully clothed.  If anyone I knew saw this film they would recognize me immediately.  I knew my teaching career was over for good.  Daddy would use my real name in this film like all the others involving me.   When the hard core sexual action was finished I had another scene where I shaved Bruce's body and applied lipstick and eye shadow to his face.  The final scene had Bruce and I kissing each other.

Jake, Dave and Bruce all kissed me goodbye after changing back into their street clothes and the limo drove them away,  The camera crew packed up their gear and left.  Daddy kissed me on the forehead and told me, " You did a beautiful job Carla.  I am very proud of you."  I was now a porn star.

                                    Chapter Nine    

     Christmas eve Daddy told me, " You will move in with me tonight Carla.  Mary is about 6 weeks from delivering my son and she will be sleeping with Mama now."  Maybe he had gone to all the trouble of making me feminine just to substitute for Mary now?  He would be fucking me every night instead of merely to show dominance over me.  He also told me, " You now have C cup boobs and they are just right for your size girl.  I am changing your medicine a bit."  At least my tits would stop growing it sounded like.  They were now impossible to hide in the size they were now.  Maybe Daddy cared for me after all.

     Mary and Mama had grown to love each other having their desire for Daddy and their control of me in common.  They had developed a lesbian relationship apart from Daddy and I.  They would be alone every night for over 3 months and loved the though of it.  I would be Daddy's bitch for that duration.  As long as I was obedient Daddy was sweet to me.  He had all the responsibility for supporting our family and paying the bills.  I was like his child with chores to do.

     New Years Day I was doing my session with the breast pumps and suddenly I noticed white fluid coming out of my boobs.  I was lactating!  I screamed in shock and Daddy came to see what was wrong. I showed him the milk being pumped from me.  I was being milked like a cow.  Daddy told me, " Calm down Carla.  Of course you are producing milk dear.  That is why I gave you those chemicals.  Mary is having my son and you will nurse him.  Those tits are not just decorative girl."  He had planned this all along!  

     Daddy told me, " From now on I want you to pump one breast dry then 2 hours later do the other one.  Keep that up around the clock and you will be ready to nurse an infant properly."  I would no longer be able to sleep through the night uninterrupted.  Daddy wanted me to mother his son and had equipped me to do the job.

     Mary delivered a baby on Valentines Day.  It was an 8 pound 4 ounce boy they named Jacob.  Daddy did not sign the birth certificate so I had to do so making me legally responsible for supporting the boy.  Jacob Johnson was as black as Daddy and looked nothing like me but he bore my surname.  I nursed the baby in the hospital which amused the nurses.  Few fathers had ever nursed a baby.  We took Jacob home after 4 days in the hospital.  I would not get a full nights sleep for months. 

     A crib had been set up in the attic room and I moved my things in there.  Only I would hear the baby when he cried.  Strange as it may seem, I felt loved and at peace as I nursed Jacob.  Maternal instinct?  Daddy rarely held the baby but Mary often did during the daytime.  Mama was busy in the dungeon most days.  

     Near the end of March both Mama and Mary moved back in with Daddy and started having sex again.  This time they made no pretense of using me for birth control.  They just had me suck the ladies clean after sex.  I had discovered that if I masturbated Jacob before bed he would sleep through the night and so could I.  My nipples were cracked and sore but I pumped milk into bottles so Mary could feed her son sometimes.  I had not been in the dungeon since the film shoot.  Daddy might use me in other movies but not while I nursed his son. I would never be a leading man but would play a sissy bitch in other films.

     The days passed routinely for a few months before we found out Mary was pregnant again.  I had been looking forward to stop nursing so my breasts would heal but now that hope was dashed.  I was part of Daddy's family and had duties to do.  Besides everything else I was a milk cow.  I preferred wearing skirts or dresses now as my camel toe appearance in shorts or a bikini  was flaunting my pussy.   I had even learned to cross my legs when sitting to protect my modesty.

     Daddy was in control of me and I had accepted that fact.  He ran the family and all I had to do was obey.  I am 28 years old living as a woman and nursing a baby.  I live to please the rest of the family.  I love Daddy.

                                              The End