A Week Away

FRIDAY:

I finally drifted out of a light sleep, a thin stream of light making flakes of dust dance before my blinking eyes. I sneezed and felt snot flow into my nose making it hard to breathe, gagged as I was. My eyes grew wide as I snuffed and snorted, shaking my head what little I could to draw a breath, starting to panic-

"Morning…"

I heard my sister coo in singsong voice as she padded up beside me, watching me squirm and writhe. I know that she could hear my panicked jerky breaths but she just watched, probably smiling, as I could not see her face. Finally I felt her hands at my collar as she unhooked my leash. I rolled out and craned my neck, tears in my eyes and saw her hand coming at my face. She held a cloth to my nose-

"Blow!" she ordered and I did again and again. My heart was pounding and I was sweating hard as I finally started to breathe freely again. Christy smiled reassuringly and stood letting me look up her long, tanned legs.

She was dressed already I saw, in shorts and a tee shirt again, her hair loose at her shoulders. She was wearing her black leather Adidas again as well, probably knowing how much I loved them. She grinned, wadding up the snot-filled cloth before strolling away towards the kitchen.

I heard her rattling about for awhile, water running and I realized she was probably making coffee. Sure enough I could smell it as Glenda finally made an appearance.

"Hey, sweetie," she said as she walked up to me. I looked up at her and she blew me a kiss before crouching down to grab my collar. With a heave and a grunt she spun me about so I was facing the other way before stepping over me and flopping onto the sofa. She planted her sandaled feet in the small of my back, crossing her long legs at the ankles as Christy came back bearing two mugs of coffee. She stood before my face, close enough that I could smell the worn leather of her tennis shoes as she sipped her coffee.

"We need to get her cleaned up," Christy said between sips and smiles. "And let her do her duty too. It's been awhile." She chuckled, nudging my nose with the toe of her shoe. "You gotta go?"

I nodded, feeling the pressure building inside me even as she asked. Together my two captors descended on me and untied my hog tie, then the ropes at my ankles. I felt Glenda rubbing circulation back into my legs as Christy knelt to untie my leash from the sofa before hooking it back to my collar again. Finally, with one on either side and grabbing me under my arms they helped me to my feet. They supported me as I shook and swayed, trying to regain my balance-

"You okay?" Christy asked, smirking as I squeezed my legs together. The change in position had opened my bladder apparently and now I really had to go. I nodded to my sister frantically; eyes wide and she laughed happily at my discomfort.

"C'mon," she said with a giggle as she took my lead and strolled towards the bathroom. Glenda followed along behind, sniggering as she tickled my ass through my thin, gray dress. Once in the bathroom they stood me in front of the toilet and as Glenda held me tightly by the leash, Christy unlocked the cuffs holding my arms behind my back. One of them at least as she jerked me to a sitting position on the toilet seat before locking the empty cuff about the stand pipe for the radiator, which was thankfully cold to the touch. They laughed as I moaned, looking up at them-

"Well, go ahead."

I was near tears as I raised up, and with my free hand lowered my panties and hiked my skirt. As soon as my penis sprang free I started to gush, barely hitting the bowl before I thumped back down. The shit started soon after and I flushed as the two girls grinned, watching me. Finally Christy nudged her friend towards the door-

"Let's give her some privacy. She can't get away." Christy turned at the door, taking another look as I sat there relieving myself. I did not even care that she was referring to me in the feminine at that point. I just kept emptying my bowels.

"Wash up when you're done there," Christy said with a grin. "You look like shit." With that she closed the door, but I could hear them whispering just outside.

I finished finally, cleaned myself with my free hand and flushed the full bowl. I edged over to the sink then and tried to wash up as best I could. It was hard with only one hand, but I managed to get my maid's dress down to clean under my arms and about my privates. It took awhile, but I finally felt better when I had finished. I wanted to take a drink from the faucet, but the gag was still in place and I did not think that my captors would appreciate my doing that without permission. Finally I hiked my uniform back into place, brushed my hair awkwardly and fixed my ponytail before rapping on the door to signal that I was done.

Christy opened the door and looked me up and down. "Much better," she said as she stepped in and unlocked the cuff from the pipe before recuffing my hands in front of me. She took my lead in hand then and led me back into the living room. I saw that Glenda was setting out food and water in bowls on the floor-

"I'm gonna take off your gag so you can eat. No shit or it goes right back on, okay?" I nodded agreement, my stomach growling at the sloppy, steaming oatmeal that the girls had no doubt heated up in the microwave. I didn't care. I was starving. My sister took off my gag and pulled the soggy panties from my mouth and I quickly dropped to my hands and knees to eat like a dog from the floor, not caring in the least. Thankfully they left me in peace for a bit.

My peace didn't last long however as I gasped, looking up when the doorbell rang. I craned my neck to stare at my sister; my face covered in gruel but she just laughed-

"Get the door, slut," she commanded. I cowered, shaking my head-

"No," I whispered in a croaking voice. "I can't-"

I felt the slap of leather on my bare arm. My skin burned, tears in my eyes as I looked up at Glenda, poised to slap the sole of her Birkenstock across my face. I cringed, scrabbling to my feet as I crawled towards the front door to the sound of the bell again. I glanced back, but the girls were adamant and I sighed, my cuffed hands moving to the locks and knob. I opened the door, stepping back.

Our next door neighbor Bonnie stood on the threshold, the screen door open and ready to step inside. I looked worriedly into her face, hoping that she might help me- the 'adult' that our mother had asked to keep an eye on us- but I saw quickly that I would get no support from her. She looked up at me, confused at first apparently not expecting a maid to answer the door, but as she stared at me I saw the confusion swiftly change to recognition, and then to amusement as she raised a hand before her face to hide her smile. Her dark eyes were hidden behind smoky glasses, but I could see her gaze raking up and down my body; lingering on my legs poking out of my skirt, my too tight Mary Jane's, my hair pulled back into a girlish tail, finally the manacles about my wrists. Finally she started to giggle, then burst out laughing as I lowered my head in defeat.

"My God…" she said, stepping back to get a better look. She was dressed for work I saw in a smoky gray pantsuit and black low-heeled pumps. Her face was made up- too thickly I always thought, her gray hair piled high on her head. Bonnie was overweight, but there had always been something about her that had excited me. She always had seemed a little evil. "What the hell is this?"

Finally she stepped back up and in as I moved aside, still hanging my head in shame, willing the tears not to come. She stood there in the doorway looking me up and down, laughing all the while, circling finally as I closed the door to get a look at my behind as well. She looked to Christy then, and I saw my sister grinning widely.

"What the fuck's going on?" Bonnie asked again, her voice breathy with excitement.

"Just a little game we play, Bonnie," Christy said, she and Glenda strolling forward. "Billie likes to be tied up, and I like to tie her too. She likes the humiliation-"

"She?" Bonnie sniggered and Christy nodded-

"Mmn-hmm. She loves to be dressed as a maid and ordered around. It's some domination thing. Watch… Billie, greet our guest properly."

I looked pleadingly at my sister and saw determination in her face as she pointed to the floor at Bonnie's feet. I knew what was expected of me and got down on my hands and knees before our neighbor-

I leaned in and kissed the toecaps of Bonnie's shoes, much to her delight. I heard her gasp, then chuckle-

"My God…" she said as I continued kissing, actually loving the worn leather smell of her pumps. They were soft on my lips, and smooth. "I see you've taught him- her, her place." She laughed, angling her foot a bit to let me continue. "I've always wanted to see her like this- well- him anyway. I never imagined this though, dressed as a girl-"

"A maid," Christy corrected and I felt her foot on my back to hold me down, signaling that I should continue. "She's no girl, but we call her one. She loves this. Stand up, girl-"

I stood as Christy removed her foot, then my sister raised the front of my skirt to show our neighbor my erection- such as it was. Bonnie laughed all the harder to see my tiny, hard cock, and I heard Christy and Glenda join in.

"She's erect all the time. Has been all week-"

"All week?" Bonnie asked, her long nails scratching at the satin panties that barely held me in check. I felt her cool fingers slip beneath my balls, cupping my sack as she squeezed. "How long…"

"As soon as Mom left," Christy said. "He begged me to tie him up that very night," she lied, staring at me as I winced at Bonnie's cruel touch. "He's been bound one way or the other all week long."

"Cool…" Bonnie whispered as she gave me a final squeeze and a pinch. I whimpered at her touch, but she just laughed-

"When's your mom coming back? Has she called?"

"She calls," Christy responded, her hand on my shoulder as she forced me to my knees again. "She'll be home Saturday, which gives us some time yet, if you're interested?"

"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked as she slid the toe of her shoe under my face again. I knew then and there that Bonnie liked having her feet and shoes licked. I leaned in-

Christy hesitated, and I heard the caution in her voice. I felt her foot on my ass. "I'm having a few friends over tonight, just a little get together. I was gonna tell you, but, well, you're welcome to come…"

"I suppose I should," Bonnie said turning her foot. "You'll need a chaperone I suppose. School friends? Underage?" She laughed and shoved the toe of her shoe into my mouth. "You'll need someone to buy the beer, right?"

Christy laughed. "Yeah, that'd be great. About eight?"

"I'll be there, with Pam too."

"Cool."

Bonnie walked away leaving me on the floor and Christy followed her to the door to show her out. Glenda was right there though to take up the slack as she straddled my back and held me kneeling to the ground, pulling at my hair, laughing. When the door closed, Christy turned back and giggled-

"There's still a lotta work to do, Billie. Best we get to it…"

They had me cleaning the rest of the house for the rest of the day. I had to vacuum, dust, scrub down the walls, clean the bathrooms again; basically going over all the things that I already had before. One or the other, Christy or Glenda was with me the entire afternoon, ordering me around and whipping me somehow if I did wrong or did not move fast enough. I got a few stripes- mainly from Glenda, but I guess that I did a good job in the end.

It was around five when Glenda finally left-

"I'll be back in a couple hours. I gotta shower and change. You got this?" she said, nudging me with her foot as I knelt before her. I bowed low, kissing her feet…

"I got this," Christy said and smiled.

She tied me to a chair after Glenda left. My hands were recuffed and bound behind my back, lashed to the rails of the chair. Christy tied my elbows, almost touching, and wrapped a cord about my chest and waist. She tied my ankles together and my knees and then tied my legs off to the leg of the chair. She then gagged me with a wadded cloth and bandana.

"That should hold you for awhile," she said, caressing my cheek as she strolled away. "I have to get ready, so you just sit tight. I won't be too long."

I struggled at my bonds as I watched her walk away towards her bedroom. I strained, trying to free my wrists, grunting into my gag for over two hours but gained nothing at all; no freedom in the least. I was trapped. I supposed that I should have tried to escape when she had uncuffed me and it was just her and me in the house, but I didn't. I don't know why. Defeated, tired, or was I really enjoying all of this more than I thought?

I saw her occasionally, moving half-naked between her bedroom and the bathroom, walking through the house with just a towel wrapped about her. She had showered and shaved her legs I saw, and I noticed that she smelled of violets when she walked close once. My erection raged…

***

Glenda returned just after seven…

I flinched awake to the sound of the doorbell, looking about madly and straining my bound limbs with sudden pain. I moaned into my gag wondering what was happening as the doorbell chimed again, followed by three quick knocks. At that my sister came out of her room all smiles and rushed for the door.

She was dressed up just a little, wearing a gray tweed skirt and black tank top. She had on a pair of knee length black boots with flat soles and made of soft leather. Her hair was pulled back into a loose tail held in place with a butterfly clip. My heart melted as she glanced back over her creamy white shoulder and grinned, opening the door-

"Hey Christy," I heard Glenda say as Christy stepped back to let her friend back in.

"Hi, girls." My eyes went wide when I saw that Glenda was not alone.

I had not seen Glenda's younger sister in a few months. She was two years younger than I was as I recalled and still went to Junior High. She was cute in the same way that her sister was, and she looked a smaller version, almost. Her hair was more blonde and straight and cut to shoulder length compared to Glenda's kinky mane that went wild about her head. She was developing too, breasts and widening hips, her legs lengthening I could tell even in her pink shell top and blue flare leg jeans. Of course my eyes drifted to her feet, shod in soft white leather Nikes with pink hi-lights. Her eyes were as wide as mine, a sparkling blue.

"My god…" she gasped staring at me. I blushed as she covered her gaping mouth, embarrassed and I hung my head, turning away as best I could.

"Marie," my sister said closing the door. "You remember my sister, Billie don't you?"

I heard Glenda chuckle as she stepped up by my side. She grasped my hair and tugged my head around to face her sister… Marie-

"Sister?" Marie stood right before me, staring me right in the eye as she licked her lips. She was confused, and blushing a bit herself. She was squinting just a little too, and I figured she would need glasses soon like Glenda. "I thought," she started, glancing at Glenda and Christy then back to me. "That's your brother!" she finally exclaimed with some certainty.

"Was," Christy said with a smirk as she stood behind Marie. Glenda was caressing my cheek now, still holding my hair. Her hand was soft and cool on my flushed cheek.

"She's my hostage now, has been all week. She likes to dress up and play 'Maid' for me- and a few of my friends." Christy smiled, the lie coming easily now. Glenda finally released me and stood on the other side of her sister, smiling even wider. I saw she was dressed up as well, at least for her. She still had on her worn out Birkenstocks, but she had painted her toenails and added another shining toe ring. Too, she wore a summer dress that hung to mid-thigh, a pale green with floral print. I shook my head 'no' at my sister's lies but Marie just stared. I could see the first sign of a smile edging the corners of her thin lips as well-

"This is so cool," she finally gushed, grinning. She stepped forward, reaching out but hesitated and looked back for permission. Christy nodded her approval, and Marie reached right up and slid her hand across my face and gag. "He's smooth," she said, her hands drifting down my body. She brushed my ropes about my chest and waist, her fingers pressing at my nipples and I squirmed. She giggled, running her hands across my bare thighs, then back up again. Her eyes were sparkling with delight as her fingers lingered about my chest.

"I can feel his nipples- hard." She bit her lower lip as she grabbed each between thumb and forefinger, pinching harder and harder until I started to whimper and squirm again. She laughed with glee-

"Hah! I love the way he wiggles around. He's so hot-"

"She, Marie," Glenda corrected, putting her hand on her sister's arm, pulling her away. I sighed through my nose, sagging with relief and breathing hard. My vision was blurry with tears.

"Billie's a 'she' for tonight, remember. She's a maid and servant, and a prisoner. There'll be plenty of play time later though." Glenda turned to my sister then.

"Shouldn't we get things ready?"

"That's her job, Glen," Christy said then glanced at Marie. "Want to help untie her?" she asked, dangling the key to my handcuffs.

"Can I?" Marie beamed, giving me an evil grin and Christy nodded-

"Just leave the handcuffs and gag for now."

"Yes!"

Marie knelt right down and started picking at the knots binding my ankles as Christy and Glenda strolled to the kitchen. I could hear them moving about, setting out dishes and glasses and such, but my attention was focused on Marie. Her slim fingers were flying over the ropes and knots and in seconds both my ankles and knees were free. I stretched my legs as she quickly moved to the ropes holding me to the chair, then swiftly the tight bonds about my elbows. I moaned to her pleasure, as my arms became free once more, it was such a relief. Marie then moved around in front of me again-

"I'm done…" she called out as she gripped my leash in hand and tugged me to my feet. I wobbled a bit as the blood rushed back into my legs, then quickly shuffled after her as she dragged me by my lead into the kitchen.

Christy and Glenda glanced up grinning at the sight as Marie saddled into a barstool and crossed her legs. She was positively glowing with pride and triumph. Christy handed Marie the key to the cuffs, and as Marie spun me about to take them off the doorbell rang again. Marie gasped-

"Who?"

"Relax," Christy said as she stepped behind me, motioning for Marie to continue. Christy started to unknot my gag. "It's probably just Bonnie. It is almost eight." I saw Marie lick her lips as she nodded. She was shaking slightly with excitement, and so was I, but in fear. Christy grabbed my cheeks before pulling the cloth from my lips-

"Not a word," she hissed, giving me her best evil sister glare. "Not unless spoken to, then you answer and with 'Yes Ma'am, Yes sir', or 'No Ma'am, No sir'. Got it?"

I tried to say 'Yes Ma'am', but it came out mumbled so simply nodded.

"Good girl." Christy nodded, then plucked the cloth from my mouth as Marie recuffed my wrists in front of me. The doorbell rang again-

"Well?" Christy asked expectantly. Finally she cuffed me atop the head. "Get the door you lazy slut!"

I jogged from the room, hurrying at their laughter.

"Don't forget to curtsy." I heard Glenda shout out as my shaking hands reached for the doorknob. I swallowed hard and opened the door.

Christy had been right in that it was Bonnie, first to arrive. She smiled widely as her dark eyes raked me up and down, her painted lips and brows arching cruelly. She was wearing a brown knit pullover sweater that zipped to the neck, though she had the zipper way down to show off her ample cleavage. Too, her checkered black and white slacks were tight, amplifying her hips and ass. I saw she had on a pair of black pumps as she stepped in the doorway as I curtsied. Laughing she shoved past, carrying a bag, no doubt with beer or alcohol as she had promised. I was about to close the door-

"Hey!"

I turned, my eyes going wide to see Bonnie's daughter there in the doorway. Her name was Pam, and she was just a few months younger than my sister, but a grade behind in school- thus older than me. She was sort of plain with shoulder length mousy brown hair and a smooth face. She had inherited her mother's wide smile and hoarse laugh, but not her body as Pam was thin and without much of a curve to her. Still, she was cute; dressed in a blue shell top and jeans with blue suede oxfords on her feet-

"What's wrong?" I heard my sister as Pam finally stepped inside. I glanced out into the dark street and saw a car parking not so far away as I eased the door closed.

"He almost shut the door in my face," Pam snapped, looking me up and down with a sneer. "Not very well-trained is he… she?"

"Sorry, Pam," my sister grumbled and I felt her hand slap the back of my head again. "Apologize!" she snapped, and as I opened my mouth she hit me again-

"Apologize right you stupid bitch!"

I dropped to my knees immediately, knowing what she meant. While Pam waited I bowed down and eased my head forward, kissing the toes of her soft leather shoes. "I'm sorry, Ma'am… I'm sorry…" I repeated, over and over until I felt my sister tugging on my leash for me to stop. I stayed kneeling, head to the floor as Pam strolled away, her giggles joining the chorus of the rest. The doorbell rang again and I started to rise until I felt my sister's boot on the back of my neck-

"Just stay down until you learn your place." She ground the sole of her boot into my neck. "Now get the door and don't embarrass me this time."

She removed her foot so I reached up for the doorknob and swung the door open, shuffling back just a bit. I heard laughter immediately, a man this time-

"Holy shit…"

I recognized Steve's voice as he opened the screen door and stepped inside. I felt Christy's leg brush my hip as she leaned over and they lightly kissed. His dirty white Nikes were right below my face-

"Greet our guest properly, girl," my sister commanded with a swish of my leash on my upturned ass. I leaned in and kissed Steve's filthy sneakers. They reeked of sweat and leather-

"Welcome, Sir," I whispered, kissing until Christy told me 'enough'. Steve was laughing hard throughout-

"God, what a fag. I always knew he was." Christy laughed at Steve's insult, making me crawl and kneel in the center of the room where they were all situated, watching.

"To give her a little dap," she said taking a seat, "I think she's Bi-."

"God I hope so," Glenda gasped and everyone chuckled. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

"Serve our guests," Christy commanded, finally allowing me to get to my feet and scurry to the kitchen. I saw that I was right in that Bonnie had brought beer and a bottle of Vodka. I made a tray of drinks, a soda for Marie, as I listened to them talking and laughing about me. I took a deep breath finally, gathering the tray and returned, bowing slightly as I presented the drinks to the party. I brought out chips next at Christy's direction, and a tray of cheese and dip, crackers and sliced meats.

And the doorbell kept ringing…

They were ten when my sister finally locked and chained the front door. Along with my sister, Glenda and Marie, Bonnie, Pam and Steve there was Julie and Adam from school, friends of my sister. Julie was a cheerleader, Adam a sports jock; Homecoming King and Queen in training. There was another girl from school that I recognized. She was a geek all the way with the big glasses and a stick-like body dressed in hand me downs that just did not quite fit. Her name was Debra and she was the only one that seemed uncomfortable about being there. Most embarrassing for me however was when I had to open the door and greet our cousin Mary.

Mary was two years older than Christy, out on her own and going to college. She was my father's sister's daughter, and what was surprising was that she had always been religious growing up. I was shocked to see her at the door when I opened it to see her there. I was even more shocked not to see her reeling in shock, but rather smiling and laughing to see me on my knees and kissing her shoes.

"I always new he liked feet," she chuckled, twisting her ankle a bit so that I could get to the sides of her brown loafers. She was wearing jeans and a tan shell top with a man's shirt over that open and loose. Her long dark hair was straight and flowing about her shoulders as she looked down at me, laughing. "He was always looking at my feet and shoes. I remember he was tapping at my foot one Thanksgiving under the table. Glad to see he's finally on his knees where he belongs."

I spent the night serving them all, and servicing them as well; food and drinks, lighting cigarettes and basically waiting on them all hand and foot. I was a maid throughout, bobbing and bowing, curtsying when I completed a task. I cleaned up after them as they went, watching and listening as they all got tipsy, listening to music, dancing a bit. Even Marie was a little drunk as Glenda had allowed her a couple beers- not that she seemed to have any inhibitions. Only Debra seemed reluctant to partake, though she did allow me to lick at the soles of her worn out Reeboks. I was on my knees in front of her, licking her shoes when Julie spoke up-

"She likes to lick," she giggled, kissing Adam ever at her side. "Will she lick anything?"

I looked up to Julie and could see the pink tinge to her brown eyes. She was gorgeous, dressed in a little black dress and a studded belt, black hose and four-inch pumps with square heels, one of which was dangling from her crossed legs. She was resting on the sofa against Adam who seemed half-drunk and asleep.

"Anything I tell her to," Christy said with a malicious grin. I could tell she was drunk as well.

"Show me," Julie breathed, uncrossing her long legs and spreading them. She hiked up her skirt and I could see her satiny black panties. Christy slapped the back of my head-

"You heard her, bitch," Christy shouted. Lick!"

I scrambled about and crawled forward, burying my face in Julie's crotch. It was hot and wet, and I felt her hands on the back of my head as she drew me in. I started licking for all that I was worth, fearing a beating as my captors were drunk and not wanting any shit. I rammed my nose into Julie's cunt and heard her moan, her legs rolling up onto my shoulders and locking about my head. I felt the pressure as I continued, straining to do my best. I felt her squirming, getting wetter and wetter. My head was pounding, a roar in my ears…

Julie kicked me away, moaning and gasping. I looked up and around and saw them all staring at me. Bonnie and Pam, Glenda and Marie were looking on in anticipation. Steve was licking his lips and Adam looked mean, annoyed that I had brought his girlfriend off. Julie was gasping, her hand at her crotch as she eyed me lustfully. Mary and Christy simply laughed. Only Debra seemed shocked and embarrassed, her mouth a rounded 'O' as she stared at me unbelieving, almost disgusted.

"Let's have some fun…"

***

They took me down to the cellar.

Marie got to tie me, recuffing my hands behind my back, my back to the support column. She put me on my knees though, leaving me enough movement to bend low and twist, to bow down with my head to the floor. They all watched with amusement, laughing and talking loud, drunken. All but Debra who stayed in the background watching, her face an expressionless mask of curiosity.

Christy was first, getting their cruel party started. She walked about me and checking my bonds, the soles of her boots scuffing against the dirt and concrete of the cellar floor. Satisfied she finally stood before me smiling. She commanded me to lick her boots. I did, bowing low and pulling at my cuffs, stretching to my arms' limits. She shuffled back a bit with a giggle, making me strain to get to her, teasing me. She knew that I loved this part, kissing and licking at her feet and shoes until she was satisfied, until her boots shined. I was sore and tired, hungry and thirsty but there was nothing then and there that I did not want more than to get at her feet. Finally she let me and I tasted the soft, dusty leather on the tip of my tongue. I heard the audience titter, whispering as she eased her foot forward slowly, allowing me my reward for my struggles. I licked and kissed for all I was worth as Christy shifted her foot, stepping closer and turning so I could get the long sides and finally the soles. Her boots were shining when she finally kicked me away, and I could feel my hard on raging, and heard her slight panting even over my own ragged breath.

I did the same for Glenda, licking and kissing her feet. I licked between Glenda's toes as she giggled in delight, apparently enjoying the devotion as much as my sister. She wanted more in the end however, and where Christy had stepped away, Glenda moved forward as I worshipped, forcing me up and back to work my way up her long, smooth legs. I could smell her as I licked, the closer I got to her womanhood and eventually she pulled up the hem of her dress to give me access. I eased into her, rubbing with my nose and grinding, licking at her snatch and tasting her juices as she started to moan and gyrate. She slammed my head back against the pole, pinning me there as she rode my face. I could barely breathe as she ground, wincing as her fingers locked into my hair and tugging in rhythm. Finally though, after a seeming eternity she staggered back and let me slump forward, exhausted.

I could hear music, and as I gazed about the dim room, glancing from face to excited face I saw Marie sitting on the dryer beside a CD radio player. She had a beer in hand, her legs dangling and crossed at the ankles as she grinned widely, watching my tortures. The vision blurred as Pam stepped in front of me.

Pam simply stood there for a moment, her hands on her hips as she stared me up and down. I hung my head submissively, happy for the respite until I felt her fist wrap in my hair. Pam jerked my head up with a snap-

"That's right, bitch," she snarled, "you just look at the floor cuz that's where you belong." She slapped her free hand across my face, the resounding sound setting the audience to gasp in shock. I felt the sting, and immediately my eyes welled up. I heard Steve chuckling in the distance as her hand found its mark again, and again.

Finally she released my hair, roughly shoving me to the side, letting me fall to the dirt. I hit hard on my shoulder, wincing and moaning as Pam's shoe descended onto my face. She pressed down, the rubber sole of her oxford pushing my cheek to the floor. It hurt as she twisted as though grinding out a cigarette, laughing all the while. "Eat dirt, shit head," she commanded, applying more pressure until I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and scraped the ground. She shifted her other foot closer, making me lick the dirt and dust at her feet but not actually her shoes. After some time though she finally placed both feet in front of me, just within reach-

"You MAY kiss my toes now, and thank me." I did to a round of applause from the party crowd.

"This is mean."

I heard Debra's soft voice in the background. There was a hush as everyone looked at her, myself included.

"C'mon, Deb," my sister said. "It's all in fun, and besides, she loves it."

"Yeah," Steve added. "If you don't wanna join in, fine. Don't spoil our fun though." Debra sagged, looking at me with some sympathy.

"At least give him some water. God, he can barely breathe."

Christy smiled slightly but nodded, motioning for Debra to get a bowl from the wash sink. Debra filled a bowl with water then set it before me on the floor. I looked up at her with pleading eyes filled with gratitude, then bent down to lap at the water before they pulled it away. Remarkably they let me finish, but as quickly as Debra removed the bowl, Bonnie was standing before me-

Bonnie shoved her black, leather pump under my nose, the toe of her shoe parting my moist lips. "Break's over, girl," she sniggered. "Lick!"

I started in again, smelling the worn leather and foot odor of my neighbor. There was a sweet scent as well, and not unpleasant all three mingled together. Bobbie adjusted her feet a bit as I ran my tongue over her pumps, washing them to her delight. I heard her coo as my warm tongue brushed over her nylon encased skin-

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," she said, cocking her foot back onto its heel to let me get at her filthy sole. "Those summers when you used to mow our lawn, even when I used to watch you; baby sit you when you were little. Remember how I used to ask you to get me things; soda and snacks, light my cigarettes? You used to enjoy that too, I thought, though probably not as much as me. I used to pretend you were my little slave. I don't know how many times I fingered myself to orgasm after you left, fantasizing having you at my feet like this…

"And now here you are."

Bonnie pulled her feet away and crouched down beside me. I felt one hand caressing my face while her other slid under my dirty gray skirt, her long nails scratching at my balls and engorged cock. I was near to bursting, ready to cum, but I knew I'd get hell if I did. "So hot," she whispered, ignoring my whimpers as I tried to hold back. Finally though she removed her hand, leaving me frustrated and hurting, wanting release.

Bonnie stood again, laughing. "I think I'm gonna get my wish," she sneered and I saw her draw her foot back. Swiftly then she kicked out, the toe of her shoe slamming into my groin. I screamed and collapsed, the tears flowing as I sobbed and gasped for air in agony. "Later though," she chuckled. "You're not going anywhere."

Even as Bonnie turned to walk away Julie was rushing forward. "My turn," she cheered and dropped right down onto me, ignoring my muffled cries as she pinned me to the floor, straddling my face. I could barely breathe as it was, still gasping and sobbing, but now all that I could smell was her dripping pussy as she shuffled forward to smother my face. Her panties were gone now I quickly realized and she was sopping wet. "Lick, bitch," she commanded, squeezing her thighs together for emphasis.

Julie came and came, and I could hear her moans of pleasure as I licked, stretching my tongue ever deeper inside. She would rock and thrust down, arching her back and grabbing my hair. I set her to screaming when I started nipping at her pussy lips, and she actually shrieked that final time as she drenched me and collapsed backwards onto the dirty floor.

The stuffy cellar was silent, hushed except for Julie and I both heaving, drawing in deep ragged breaths. She just laid there for a time, moaning softly with her long legs draped over me, pinning me. She finally shifted a bit and I opened my eyes to find her shoe right in my face. She let me lick at her shoes in reward while she recovered.

Adam thankfully declined a turn. He was drunk and barely awake, staggering over to help his girlfriend to her feet and back to there seat. I saw Julie flow into his lap, her arms around his neck and snuggling close. They were making out hot and heavy as Steve finally stepped up.

"Suck me blue," he laughed, but I missed the joke. "Get up, slut," he commanded, watching me as I struggled to get back up onto my knees before him. When I finally looked up at him I saw no mercy, no friendship in his eyes, his cruel, drunken smile. "You're a mess," he laughed, and I imagined that I was with my hair ripped mostly from my ponytail, my face smeared with pussy juice. I was probably red from crying as well, not that he cared.

He crouched a bit, bending at the knees as he shoved his fly forward and waved it in front of my face. He pressed right up, the zipper at my lips. "Open it!" he commanded, grabbing the back of my head and guiding me as I was forced to flick the zipper's key up and snag it between my teeth. It was hard, but with Steve's movements and a bit of a struggle I got the zipper open and down. Still holding me close with one hand Steve then used his free fingers to snake in and part his boxers, pulling his penis from its hiding place in his pants. It was huge, bulging and wavering, dripping already with pre-cum, and as he aimed it at my mouth I felt both of his hands on the back of my head again, guiding me. I moaned, trying to turn away but I was not allowed.

Steve's cock filled my mouth, his stiff pubic hairs scratching at my face. I felt his hands holding me tight, shoving my face forward as he thrust in unison. He was hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and moan with every thrust. I could feel the thing throbbing and hot on my tongue and someone was telling me to lick, so I did.

His cock grew even more as I sucked, and before too long, seconds, he exploded in my mouth. I took it all, gagging as his head scratched at the back of my throat, swallowing his jism as it burned down my throat in an explosive stream. I was struggling to draw breath as he continued shoving on my head, forcing me to keep sucking and licking. I heard applause and more laughter, Steve ordering me roughly to lick up the mess I had made; to wash his dick clean.

Finally he shoved me back and away, my head thumping against the pole again. He half-staggered, half-swaggered back to his place beside my sister, falling into his chair. I saw her hand sweep out, caressing his chest under his shirt as they leaned together for a passionate kiss. I remembered that she had promised him a reward for his help days before. A hand slapped across my face, snapping me from my daze-

My cousin towered over me with a cruel, merciless smile as I stared up at her. She looked as evil as Bonnie just then, and I shivered a bit as her smooth hand reached out and she grabbed my chin. "Remember your last birthday, cuz?" She allowed me to nod as I tried to remember, my eyes slowly going wide in understanding. "Your sister and I wanted to give you your birthday spanking, but you panicked and ran into the bathroom. You got away," she shrugged, continuing, "and you stepped on my foot in the process." Mary leaned in close. "Payback's a bitch, bitch!"

Mary hauled me to my feet, shoving me against the pole until I was standing steady, then forced me to bend at the waist. She hauled my arms up as she leaned me over, finally straddling the back of my head and squeezing it between her thighs to hold me in place. She shuffled back a bit so that I was off balance and could not squirm without falling. I then felt her hand pulling up the back of my uniform, then sliding my soiled panties down.

"I'm going to spank you for every birthday I missed," she said, chuckling, and before I could react I lurched forward as her hand slammed into my ass. It hurt like hell, but my cry was muffled, turned halfway into her thigh as I was. She then pinched my exposed butt cheek causing me to whine again.

"That's one…"

As promised she spanked me for every birthday; two swats, then three more, then four and so on. After every set she added a pinch 'to grow on'. Before too long I was squirming in agony. My butt felt as though it was on fire, but she paid me no mind, ignoring my begging pleas and whimpers, continuing. After awhile the party crowd joined in and I heard them chanting out the swats louder and louder. That just spurred Mary on to hit me all the harder.

Finally it ended though, and Mary stepped back and away, allowing me to drop back to my knees. I had lost count of how many I had received, not that it would have mattered if she had given me too many or not. Everyone was laughing and clapping as I knelt before my cousin crying, trying to draw breath. "Happy birthday, cousin," Mary said and started to turn away, then paused. As an after thought she slid her foot beneath my face.

"My foot," she said tapping it under my nose. "The one you stepped on. Kiss it and make it better." I heard her laugh as I leaned over and planted a kiss on the toe of her loafer. Without another word she finally walked off.

Glenda's sister Marie was next and she came almost skipping up, sliding her white Nike under my lips. I knew what she wanted without a word, and I had to lick her Nikes clean to her satisfaction. She was giggling with excitement all the while, actually kicking me as she twisted her feet about. She copied Pam, and laughed as she pressed my face into the dirt, making me squirm underfoot and lick at her soles. Then she suddenly stopped and just held me down pressing harder and harder. I heard Glenda's voice-

"Go ahead…" followed by the sound of a zipper.

Marie forced me back up on my knees and leaned into my face. She was damp and hot between her legs, dripping like Julie as she slammed me back into the pole with her weight. Then I was commanded to lick her pussy as she ground forward. I don't know if it was her first or not, but I quickly brought her to orgasm with just a few licks and movements. She screamed, gyrating against my nose as I licked and gasped for breath, her soft wet hairs tickling until she finally staggered back with exhaustion. I leaned forward licking my lips, exhausted myself. My face was drenched in cum by then, and I was hanging forward from the pole…

"C'mon, Deb" I heard my sister's voice amidst the chorus. I looked up to see Debra standing before me. She had her arms crossed tight beneath her breasts, frowning-

"It seems so cruel," she said. The others just laughed.

"She loves it," Glenda said laughing. "She wants it."

"I don't…"

"C'mon…"

"Join in…"

"Do it!"

"Do it!"

I saw Debra biting down on her lower lip as she slid her foot under my face. She was reluctant, but I leaned in none the less, doing my duty. I licked her shoes clean as she shifted her feet, letting me get at the sides and soles. There was no emotion in her though, no cruelty or lust. She simply made me do it without a word and pulled her feet away when I was done.

I looked up at her again as she stepped back, the others applauding again, cheering. She simply stared down at me with a look of disgust. Then she turned away and headed up the stairs.

We listened and heard her moving about above but she did not leave. I looked about the room and noticed then that Julie and Adam had left as well. The others were watching me, a strange look in all their eyes. Lust almost, but something more. A knowing dominance I thought, knowledge that there was nothing that they could not do to me now, and nothing that I would not do.

Bonnie and Pam leaned in close, whispering with their heads together. I saw Marie excitedly whispering to her sister as well, her arms and hands waving about madly. Mary was sipping at a drink, watching me as she bobbed her crossed leg, sliding her loafer on and off of her heel with a 'shuffing' noise. Steve was eyeing me drowsily, his eyes pink and drooping as my sister's hand slowly stroked at his crotch. She was smiling too, and finally stood when our gazes met.

"I think that's it for tonight," she said clicking off the CD player. The others stood and headed for the stairs one by one still happy and talking, looking back a final time as they ascended. All except for Christy and Mary…

***

They left me there, kneeling on the cellar floor when they were finally satisfied. I had been their toy, their bitch, and they had loved it, every minute, and I had to admit that despite the pain and humiliation- or maybe because of it- I had too.

My sister and my cousin had retied me for the night. Mary shoved me back on my knees and held me against the support pole as Christy bound my elbows tightly together. They then crossed my ankles, one over the other and bound them tight. A final rope held me snug and flush to the pole, pinning my arms and about my stomach and chest. Mary then played with my nipples, squeezing until I begged while Christy got a pair of scissors from the tool rack and snipped off my soiled panties. She shoved them into my mouth wadded, then wrapped a belt about both my head and the pole, looping it twice before hooking the buckle. The wide leather both sealed in the panties as well as stretched my lips wide, but I could breathe.

Christy produced her camera again from somewhere behind me and took several pictures of my bound, gagged and helpless form. Mary posed in a few, though I'm sure her face would be blurred later if it got in the shot. Christy finally stopped and both women stood before me, mocking-

"I'll be sending these to your mother, girl," she said grinning. "A final plea for ransom. Better hope she comes through or…" Christy made a slashing motion across her throat and the girls laughed as I moaned, drooling around the belt. I must have looked appropriately terrified, though I was sure that they were kidding. But…

I felt my penis suddenly bob and throb as a hard stream of cum exploded from my abused cock. I moaned, sagging as the jism splattered against the front of my skirt in long uncontrollable spurts. The girls laughed and quickly backed away-

"Eewww, gross!" Mary shouted and Christy laughed-

"God, he's into 'snuff' too!"

They watched and laughed all the harder as I spent my load, slumping as much as my tight bindings would allow. Finally, as I stared at them they moved towards the steps and started up. They left without another word to me, clicking off the light and locking the door. I had no idea what time it was, but I could hear several pairs of feet moving around upstairs yet, not even trying to disguise their movements.

They all left, eventually of course. I could hear them all, the party going on overhead- they were moving about. I could hear music as I squirmed, lashed to the pole in the cellar; stomping and dancing maybe. Something shattered at some point. It went on for some time, though slowly the stomping eased, dwindled and I heard the front door slamming shut again and again. Eventually I fell asleep, wasted and drained…