WHORE

Della picks up the Whore collar and shows it to Susan, who looks quizzically at it

"Why that one?"

"Because I think it's what he really wants. He knows the rules. Only **** "Girls" come through that door. He knew that when we crawled through. Obviously, he's got a fantasy or two about see what it's like to be on the other side. Maybe he spent so much time watching us from his side of the house that he's gotten really curious. Well, I don't see why we shouldn't indulge him."

Susan seems to accept Della's logic and after giving you another very excited look, takes the collar from Della and buckles it tightly around your neck. She gives you a surprisingly warm smile and you get the uneasy feeling that this is something that she may have been hoping for since they moved in. She even reaches down and gently slides her hand up and down your cock.

"Does someone have a fantasy of being our little **** girl? I didn't think you would ever come through but I'm so very happy you did. I promise I'm really going to enjoy this, even more then with most of the other **** girls who come through here."

You desperately try to explain yourself and reach up to try and ungag yourself but Susan slaps your hand away. Your eyes are wide, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of your face. How could you be so stupid, you think to yourself. Della walks over and the two of them stand over you, making you feel very small and weak. A devilish grin crosses Della's face.

"Well, normally we like our **** girls naked but in this case, I think dress up would be a perfect way to start things off, after all, your collar says Whore on it. I've already got a lot planned for you."

Della attaches a leash to your collar and tugs hard. You again moan through the gag but you feel a crop strike across your ass and Della pulls hard on your collar, **** you. You miserably obey and begin to follow her. Without thinking about it you initially try to stand until Susan forces you back down to the floor, her crop hitting your ass again.

"No, **** girls crawl, Whore."

You’re still trying to argue through the gag but the girls ignore you. You are pulled roughly along, every so often getting another hard strike from Susan’s crop. Your brain is filled with all sorts of horrors that you fear might be in store for you, as you’ve seen what they can do on a nightly basis. They made you crawl all the way to the other side of the dungeon, to a corner of the space where they kept most of their toys and gear and other things stored away. There were several dressers and trunks and a couple closets that you never really paid attention to whatever they put in there, typically they had everything they intended to use out and ready. Tonight they seemed to have something very particular in mind and for some reason that only made you feel even more terrified. Also, there was the way Susan had been acting since you blundered into the room. Had they, or at least she been hoping something like this would happen? Did they have a special plan all along just in case you were dumb enough to wind up in here? You are lost in thought when the girls finally make you stop before several doors. Each was painted a different color and you can only imagine their function. Again, you rarely if ever can remember seeing the girls do anything over here.

Della mentioned dress up and that made your body shake, you really hoped she didn’t meant what it sounded like. She walks up to one of the doors, a bright pink one; it was a massive walk in closet you remember installing but never saw what had gone in it and opens it. You take a look inside and almost immediately start to cry. Inside the closet is exactly what you were afraid of. It looks like a mini boutique in there. Inside were racks and shelves and drawers of outfits and accessories. There was a vanity that looked well stocked with makeup, mannequin heads with many different wigs. Your paralyzed with fear to the point where you barely notice your being choked by Della, who is pulling hard on your collar towards the pink closet. You try and pull away, shaking your head, pleading in silence for all this to stop.

“Bad girl!”

Susan hits you harder than before and the sharp pain makes you cry out through the gag.

“Come on, Whore. This is going to be fun.”

With tears streaming down your face you start to follow Della inside, wishing this entire nightmare would just come to an end.