THE SLUT

BY JANICE

Note by Rhayna Tera:

RT

THE SLUT (by Janice)

Paul was fifteen and a real pain in the ass. He would tease his sister and her friends mercilessly. He was the guy who would put itching powder in their sleeping bags when his sister had a sleepover; things like that.

The girls wanted to get even with him but had no idea how, so they just took all his teasing. The last straw, the thing that changed it from teasing to cruelty, was when he cracked raw eggs in her brand new high heel shoes. They were very expensive shoes; she had saved her baby sitting money for weeks to buy them.

Their parents were getting fed up with his antics and were on the verge of having him sent away to one of those boot camps for troubled teens that they had heard so much about on TV.

One weekend the parents went away and left the two teens alone. Paul was fifteen and his sister Nancy was sixteen; old enough to stay alone. It turned into a weekend no one would soon forget.

Nancy and her friends planned their revenge for two weeks, since they were told that their parents were going away.

Thelma, one of Nancy's friends' father ran a drug store and she was able to get what was needed.

The parents were gone; Thelma, Nancy and another girl planned to have a sleepover at Nancy's house; that was part of their revenge. The three of them were in Nancy's room waiting for the right time. Paul was watching TV in the family room. The girls had everything they needed ready. They looked at each other, "It's now or never." Nancy said.

Thelma opened the can of ether that she had gotten from her fathers drug store and poured some on a rag. They snuck up on the unsuspecting Paul and covered his nose and mouth with the rag. He only struggled for a few seconds before he was completely under the ether.

The three girls dragged him to Nancy's room where they planned to carry out part two of their plan.

They stripped him completely naked. "That should be called a peanut instead of a penis," the other girl, Shelly said. They laughed, more to release the nervousness in the room than the humor. They had all seen boys naked before but this time it was different; they were going to do things to this boy that they had never done to a boy before or had heard of it being done.

They planned to dress him in Thelma's older sister's clothes, she was twenty, and take him some place; while still unconscious of course, and leave him there to get home with no money or cell phone.

Thelma had made it a point to get the skimpiest and sexiest things she could get. They guessed he would be under for about a half hour but kept the ether handy just in case.

The first thing they put on was a pair of black lace panties which barely covered his "peanut". They were able to get a pair of black fishnet pantyhose over his legs and hips, it was difficult because, being unconscious, and he could not help. A Pair of black hot pants with scalloped lace at the legs was easy. They put on a strapless bra and filled the cups with foam rubber that Nancy had formed into a set of passable breasts. For a top they put on a purple sweater with a big enough neck that it fell off his shoulders.

They put a belt around his hips and some trashy jewelry around his neck and wrists.

His hair was long enough for them to brush into a feminine style. All that was left was his make up and shoes. Nancy had an old pair of cross strap high heels that she no longer wanted so she strapped them to his feet. A final touch was a white fur like purse, empty of course.

They fixed his make up sluttish but not bizarre. He was ready and still unconscious. Now came the hard part; they had to get him out to the car without waking him. Thelma held the ether moist rag over his face again to keep him under.

With the three of them working they got him to the car and in the back seat, it was a convertible and the top was up so it would be easy to get him in and out.

Thelma; who was the oldest and the one with a license drove to the park. To an observer it looked like a car with four girls driving around on a warm night.

They were looking for a bench not too far from the road and secluded so that they would not be seen lugging him out of the car and sitting him on the bench. They found one and got him seated. They sat with him until he started to stir a little as he came out of the stupor he was in; they hopped into the car and drove home.

They laughed all the way home. They figured he would wake up, see how he was dressed and get the hell home; it should take about fifteen or twenty minutes.

Was it Burns who said, "The best laid plans of mice and men (or in this case, women) go astray," or something like that? This was a typical case. Things went wrong, so very wrong.

At the same time the girls took off Paul started becoming aware of what was going on. His head was resting on his chest and he saw, through his still foggy eyes, a pair of breasts and below them, a pair of legs incased in black fishnet hose. His mind, still foggy, couldn't make sense of it. The last thing he remembered was watching TV.

At the same time a car with three teen age boys in it came down the block and saw a girl sitting on a bench, she seemed to be nodding. They stopped and watched for awhile.

Paul suddenly realized the breasts and legs were his. Startled, he jumped to his feet and almost fell off his high heels. He was able to see that he was dressed as a girl. He had no idea how he got into girls clothes or how he got to the park. It staggered him for a second. The boys in the car saw what looked to them as a sexy looking woman who maybe had too much to drink. They were looking for a good time and maybe a little sex. They got out of the car and walked toward the woman, who was Paul.

Paul was still a bit foggy but aware enough to realize that he might be in a bit of trouble. The boys stood around him asking if she was working. He said nothing being too scared to talk. He just shook his head no.

The three boys realized that this was no woman before them but a guy dressed up like a slut...and that they knew him. He was Paul Sanders; he had teased or tormented their sisters at one time or another.

"Hay guys," said one of them, "it's that wise ass Paul from our school."

Paul was fully awake now and knew he had to do something so he started to run, in high heels; the outcome was that after four or five steps he was on his knees.

The boys stood in a circle around him. "Well, our little lady must be looking for a good time, shall we accommodate her?" one said.

"Sure. Anything to help a lady." Said one of the others.

"No...wait. You don't understand. I don't know what is happening. Someone did this to me." Paul sobbed.

"Hold her arms." Said one of them. One boy grabbed each arm and held it out and back so Paul had to bend down a bit to keep from being hurt.

"The lady looks like she wants some fun, we'll give her some, said the boy in front of Paul. He opened his fly and pulled out his prick and waved it in front of Paul's face. "OK little lady. You know what to do."

"No, please. Don't make me do this. It is all a mistake. I'm not queer." Paul begged.

The boy, whose prick was rock hard by this time paid no attention to him and held his prick on Paul's lips. Paul was not going to open his mouth so the boy could stick his prick in it. The boy reached out and grabbed a handful of Paul's hair and pulled until Paul opened his mouth, in a second he had a mouthful of prick.

"DO IT!" The boy yelled. Paul started sucking. He did the best he could under the circumstances, never doing this before, it was disgusting and he was in fear of his life. He knew the boys and was fearful that they would spread it all over school that he was in the park dressed as a girl and that he had sucked one of themes cocks. He, wisely, decided to cooperate and not resist.

After his mouth was filled with the cum that he had teased out of the prick in his mouth, he swallowed. "Please guys. Don't make me do this. I'll do anything. Don't tell any one."

The first boy was putting his dick back, "That is a contradiction of terms. We won't tell on you but you have to do what we want."

"And what do you want me to do?" said Paul who was still being held on his knees.

"You have to do my friends here." Said the boy.

"Please don't make me do this." He whimpered.

"Would you rather we told everyone at school what you just did to me? We have a camera and can take pictures of how you like to dress like a slut and prowl the park; would you like that... Pauline?"

He walked around and grabbed Paul's arm from one of the boys who took his place in front of Paul. The second guy had his prick out and as soon as Paul saw it he had it in his mouth. This time it was not as hard, I mean difficult. Paul still had the taste of the first mouth full of cum in his mouth when it was filled with the second.

Another switch and Paul had his third mouth full of prick. The first two had taught him a little about cock sucking so this one was better for both Paul and the third guy. Paul sucked and licked until he felt the cock stiffen in preparation of losing its load. Paul did not pull out so fast this time, savoring the salty, sticky wad in his mouth; nor did he swallow so fast. He held it in his mouth for several minutes before swallowing.

The hardest thing was that he was still being forced to kneel on the hard ground with his arms spread out behind him. He wondered if he could do a better job if his arms were free. "What the hell am I thinking?"

"OK. Let the bitch up." The one who seemed to be the leader said. "Bring her over to the car."

"Are you going to take me home?" he asked hopefully.

"In due time but we still want to have some more fun." He said.

"Are you going to make me suck your cocks again? I think I can do it better this time." Paul whined.

"Not exactly." The leader said. They reached the car. "Lay face down over the hood." He said pointing to the car.

"What are you going to do?" Paul asked fearfully.

"Whatever we want. Will we have to hold you?"

"No. I'll cooperate. You did say that you will not say anything to the kids at school...right?"

"Right. We don't want anyone sharing our bitch. Now... get over the hood."

He lay over the hood as he was instructed. "Are we going to have to hold you down?" the leader asked.

"I don't think so. I hope not. That is so emasculating." "like sucking cock isn't"

He lay face down as he was told. Someone pulled his pants, pantyhose and panties down to his knees. The leader again had his cock out. He bent over Paul and whispered in his ear. "This may hurt a bit but you will enjoy it, I can almost promise." He spit on his hand and rubbed the spit on his cock. Paul knew what was coming next. He first tightened his anal muscles then relaxed them. He felt the cock entering his ass. At first he thought it would never go in, then, after a few seconds of almost unbearable pain, it slipped in. the boy started pumping and Paul, after a few seconds, matched his rhythm. A few seconds later and Paul was enjoying himself. He had never had a feeling like this; it was wonderful, he never wanted it to stop. Soon he felt wetness in his ass and the boy pulled out.

Paul felt the juices running down his cheeks and ass. The other two boys had their turn. When they finished he pulled up his panties and saw the blood and cock juices smeared all over his upper legs. He was sore, and who wouldn't be after having three cocks up his ass.

"Will you please take me home now? I did what you asked." He pleaded.

"OK. We're finished for tonight." The leader said. "But you will be on call whenever we want you, and be dressed like you are tonight, right Bitch."

"Yes. I will." Paul said. Then everything hit him at once. He was dressed as a woman, he had sucked three cocks and had taken three up the ass and he was destined for more of the same whenever these three guys wanted it. He was scared and disgusted with himself.

He sat in the back of the car with one of the boys who made him jerk him off. A few blocks from home the boy kissed him, deeply. He felt his tongue enter his mouth and allowed him to be tongue fucked, needless to say that Paul had a hard on, he had one most of the night. The boy grabbed Paul's dick through his pantied crotch and jacked him off. Paul had ejaculated several times that night and his panties were absolutely ruined, not that he cared about the panties, it was the constant emasculation that was eating at him.

All three boys walked him to his darkened house and kissed him goodnight.

The girls had gone to bed hours ago and fallen asleep. They slept right through him coming home. He went to his room and removed his soiled clothes. They slept through his going to his mother's room and getting one of her sexiest peignoirs. He put it on after washing his face which was covered with cum. He filled the built in bra with the stuffing the girls had used in his other bra. They slept as he fixed his make up as well as he could, never have done it before.

They slept as he passed their room and went to the kitchen. When he went to the cutlery draw and took out a sharp serrated stake knife and climbed up on the table to sit cross legged; and they slept as he severed the arteries in both his wrists.

They slept as the blood poured all over his lap and the table top. They woke only when his lifeless body fell from the table to the floor.

"He must be home; I hope he enjoyed our little joke." Nancy said, and rolled over and went back to sleep.

END