Bitched

6 months ago, you were a total moron. You made a stupid decision, to drink too much alcohol. This led to an even more foolish decision and an one night stand. These two moronic acts led to today. For the last 3 months, you were working from home. Even worse, your laptop had been equipped with an uber realistic Avatar on screen and a voice synthesiser. In other words, you looked and sounded like your male self. In reality, you were now a beautiful, perpetually naked woman. You were not allowed to leave the house. You had no female ID, no female clothes, no access to a bank account after you were forced to transfer your total funds to your girlfriend. And you lived in a house registered only in her name.

You did not even have a name. You were just Bitch. You both dreaded and loved when 6:30 in the evening came. You logged off work at 5:30. The next hour was devoted to cooking. It was 6:29 pm. There were two roast chickens with gravy, potatoes and string beans on the table. Mistress, as you now called her, was bringing Lady. Lady was the woman you made the drunken error of judgement with. She had now drilled every hole you had with strap-ons and toys. You would be spit-roasted today. You knew that for a fact. It had a while between spanking and tickling. She had been giving your cruel pedicures and foot softening . That suggested upcoming heavy foot tickling. Something both of them knew you could not stand.

She had also been patting your behind a lot. A sure sign of an imminent spanking. It rarely took more than 3 spanks to get you bawling. You hated how wet you were. Breakfast always included viagra or some equivalent and masturbation was forbidden without permission. It brought you to tears with your desire to climax. The last time you did, you were spanking and tickled mercilessly for the weekend. The ordeal was enough. Mistress and Lady entered the dining room. Both were wearing massive strap-ons. Your throat closed with recall. Mistress pointed to her strap-on. “Suck me off, bitch!”

Mistress and Lady were puffing happily. Both strap-ons were cherry flavoured. You hate how aroused you are. You were constantly threatened with and sometimes were edged. Mistress once claimed if you angered her, she would pimp you out. You learnt long ago, to giver her no cause. “B-babe? W-which of B-Buhuh-Bitch’s h-holes do you wahant.” puffed Mistress. “Buhuhack!” stammered Lady. You spread your cheeks without asking. The shame of how easily Lady could make you cum from ass ploughing never truly left you. Mistress slid underneath you. She pressed a remote and familiar hands lifted you up. You howled like a banshee as nails explored inside your armpits. “Tickle, t-tickle, tickle, our Bitch!” Stated Mistress. The arms kept tickling as they kept your wrists pinned to your bum, keeping your cheeks open. You heard the familiar buzz through your hysteria. Slowly you were tickle lowered to Mistress’s strap-on, another mechanical hands opening you up.

As the machine rocked you back and forth, Lady entered you from behind. You came near instantly. Not that that stopped either the underarm tickling or the spit-roasting. That would continue until Mistress and Lady were satisfied. The two moaned their taunts and mockeries as they rode you hard. Commenting on your alleged love of large cocks, unlike the small one you apparently donned. How your sexual abilities improved since becoming female. How your sexy submission was natural and all the tickling and spanking you would soon experience. One climax led to another orgasm, then another and another. But you alone were not the sole recipient of multiple expressions of intense pleasurable delights. Mistress and Lady were soon squirting theirs juices deep inside you. If they had taken XChange, there was no doubt your womb would be full with their progeny.

As focus got harder, the tickling retracted and instead moved to playing with your nipples, stiffer than diamonds and the size of erasers. With a quick jolt, you explode, squirting all over Mistress’ strapons. Mistress lifts you up and carries you to the table. You can feel the strapon near your backhole. But you all content yourself with food. “Wow, Bitch! This is amazing! A slut and a cook! Wish I lived with you two!” Exclaimed Lady. “T-thank you, My Lady.” you replied, demurely. “So why don’t you?” asked Mistress. “What?” responded Lady. “Why don’t you move in with me?”