Julie Attends a Wedding: Part 11
'Hey peeps! Gonna explore something new with this story – it's blending fact and fiction, with a heapin' helpin' of kinky BDSM and bodily functions (if that's not your jam, feel free to try one of my previous stories). Oh, and mystery whores in the mix. All involved are 18+ with full consent.
My name's Julie. I'm a sissy livin' life as a woman for years now. Shack up with my wife Nancy, sis Becca (married to wife Heather), cousin Annie and grandmama Aunt Patti, our matriarch Domme. At work, I'm an office staffer for our local library. There's this hot chick named Marsha, my boss. She's the sole one aware of my true gender.
Okay, let's reverse-time a bit:
Masters emptied their nuts inside our bowels. Not certain which doped the questionable girl first. Mistress Ursula in demeanor totally changed. She appeared subdued and complacent, compared to being a powerful top half hour ago.
Glanced over and noticed this: Dave cockin' the Carson. Mistress quizzed, "Mate, gotta shit now?"
Dave confirmed. Urine came outta Mistress' booty – flush with the horror, stained, all down the flesh. Soon the others went toilet-side and discharged as well.
Served indeed. Each us dedicated considerable time to gentleman's sausage washing.
Every man reclaimed possession of our shoulder locks and discharged in our faces, boosting the humility.
After a lil' while, Tomas and Travis instructed, "Bend over." Eye-saw Tomas and Travis' brass bands slipped into Ro's posterior. "Donated," they said.
Ro and Marsha were left on floor, their behinds getting treated like corral mangers. Tomas: "Jane! Clean urine outta me and Travis".
Jane darted, cleaned and regrouped. All of us still sat in good ol' muck and none was coverin' up.
I inspected Mistress then mused, "Gotta make it to your wedding?"
Mistress read Dave's fatty thoughts, "Mate, used to this world, but my niece here is new. As she consumes her medication and becomes "feminine," ya'll be expectin' her services too".
Jane, not spooked: "Awesome."
Mistress requested Jane to grab us fresh coffees. In unison, we slothfully crawled up to say hello to our favorite devices and began to chat.
Mistress' decision to tidy us up: time to scrub. After lotsa hose-action, Mistress instructed me to care for her skin. On completion, we allocated seats for conversations.'
'The five of us, dazed and covered in shit, urine, blood, piss, and sperm, remained seated. Mistress questioned Ro's involvement, "So, Ro, how're ya farin' with all this depravity you've been thrown in?"
Ro giggled, "I adore it, Mistress. My biggest thought – I want more."
Mistress directed her focus to Janey, "Baby girl, you're new into it – post-hormonal treatment, you'll be a service drone."
Janey, with a smile, "I'm eager as hell."
Mrs. Case gave directions to Jane, "Go, grab a cup of coffee for everyone."
The quintet mused and enjoyed the exhilaration of raunchy experiences while chillin' on the spill-stained floor. The desiring Mistress requested, "Get clothed and go clean off – we've yet to use those whores' showers."
Returning, nodes bound to arches, Mistress proceeded to eradicate remainders of the dire abuse. Me? Washing Mistress summoned extra bonuses.
Once spotless, everybody retired inside, Mistress mentioned, "Washes done, Ro and Marsha, awaitin' further instructions. You have actual bruises and your nipples are still leaking blood."
Mistress guided me to try treating her. Wedding was on the horizon, yet the mind was locked on my tasks.
Jane back? "Coffee!" Followin' custom, got up and chatted up a storm.
Eventually, Mistress' counsel: "Time to shower." My tab on Mistress, Jugular must be scalded.
Pre-tied, bound to supports, cleanin' commenced. Sparkling, returned to Jane's kindness.
Returned to chatting. Just kinda walkin' in the fog of whips and body diddling.
Cohabitants left. Mistress, "Shower your ass." And instructed me to pamper her.
Wedded in, checked Mirror, marveled at the trail over my backdoor. Relaxation came after a compliment from Mistress. Rejoiced, "Conditionin' brutal, dang, you punished me well!"
Delighted by my rating, Mistress chortled, "There weren't many things I preferred more."
Jane, the mug bearer, is taking a seat. "Time to shower, ladies."
Poddel, Janey tended to my legs, cleared away the decay.
I observed that Mistress's vagina was still emitting a bit, but the worst of her period had clearly passed. "Julie, I didn't realize it, but when I examined the wedding invitation back then, I had the wrong date. Would your wife or sister care if I stayed for another week?"
"Oh my, that would be great! No worries."
We entered the house, and I joined Marsha in the large bathtub. We simply soaked in the warm, aromatic water. Mistress and Ro arrived with coffee for us, and we all sat there naked, sipping our morning tea.
I recalled what Ro and Mistress did when they were in the tub, so I probed Marsha's vagina and gradually guided her toward an orgasm. Marsha rubbed my sissy clit and, simultaneously, we reached climax.
Ro and Mistress chuckled, "You two are insatiable."
Finally, we dressed. Mistress suggested we drive to the Veteran's Center to hand over the funds from the previous night's events.
When we arrived, we were asked if we could chat with the Veteran's Affairs Director. She had heard of our donation and desired to express her gratitude in person.
The five of us waited in her office, and a petite dark-skinned woman entered and introduced herself as Dr. Melba Stevens.
She stated, "Firstly, I cannot express my gratitude enough for the money you are giving to the veterans. The funds are desperately required."
Then, in a softer tone, she said, "May I be completely honest with you?" We nodded, and she continued, "I'm aware that the money came from your profession as prostitutes."
None of us had responded yet she said, "Please don't be offended, I was a hooker myself for many years."
I startled Dr. Melba by saying, "I know that we used to refer to you as 'Melba Toast,' because you would come and go from the brothel."
She looked at me and laughed, "Julie?"
I smiled, "Yes, Melba, you used to work for my wife, Mistress Nancy, and my sister-in-law, Madame Annie, when they operated the brothel. I recall that you were a med student, and you would fuck us when you needed money for tuition and books. I'm thrilled that you achieved your goal!"
Melba shook her head and approached me, embracing me. I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, about what you did at the brothel; it will remain our secret."
Then she said, "Julie, as I recall, you were not only a gorgeous sissy, but you were a crazy masochist."
Mistress laughed out loud and instructed me to bend over and expose my recent whip marks to Melba. Displaying no embarrassment, I obliged.
Melba scrutinized the marks on my ass and inquired, "Who did this dearness?"
I smiled and pointed at Mistress, saying, "She did, and I enjoyed it."
Without being instructed, Marsha exposed the welts on her ass as well.
Melba looked at Mistress and smiles, "You do excellent work!"
We all had a good chuckle and then Melba said, "Julie, would you be open to allowing those brothers to harm you? They need an outlet, and I believe you would be exactly what they need."
Mistress interjected, "If there are two men, they should have two women. If Julie is up for it, so am I. Contributing financially is one thing, but if we can help them as prostitutes, that is an additional benefit we would be happy to offer."
Melba shook her head and said, "This is much more than I had hoped for, but I still have one more request. I also oversee two women who were nurses during the war and returned with psychological challenges. They succumb to erratic behavior from time to time, and they both have borderline PTSD. I wish to avoid medicating them. I think they occasionally just need a physical release."
"I have let those women fuck me, and that appears to provide some brief relief."
I replied, "I'm overjoyed that the abilities you honed at the brothel won't go to waste."
Melba said, "Thank you, but their needs greatly surpass my capabilities; that's why I am so grateful that you can help with those men and women. It's an unconventional request, and I could lose my job if people find out what I'm doing, but if it succeeds, it's worth it."
Ro asked, "Mistress, can I speak, please?" Mistress wanted and Ro said, "I've learned a lot in the past few weeks. If you permit it, I'd like to surrender to the women."
Mistress glanced at Melba and asked, "Is Ro's current situation going to bother any of your patients, given that she's still on her period?"
Melba responded, "Not in the least."
Finally, Marsha said, "I want to contribute too. I'm a masochist as well. I'd enjoy serving like they do. My only worry is that my period may arrive any day now."
Melba said she'd chat with her clients and, if they agreed, they could set a date.
Mistress said, "Once you've got that information, communicate it with us so we can make all necessary preparations."
We handed Melba the final contribution and returned to my home to arrange the remaining details. The next day, we were contacted by Melba: "My clients are excited about you allowing them to use and degrade you. They wish to understand your limits."
Mistress responded for all of us, "They defended and protected us; there are no limits. I'll provide my girls with safe words and gestures, but I doubt any of them will use them."
Melba suggested that the message be forwarded to Jane. As Jane won't be participating, she can gather the necessary items so that no one knows what will be done to us.
The group arrived at our front door the next day. We got a good look at them: all in their 30s, attractive, but their demeanor showed that they were emotionally distraught.
Melba introduced them first: "These are Phil and John, the brothers." They stepped forward, and I and Mistress curtsied submissively. I said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, gentlemen, and thank you for your service. I'm Julie, and this is Mistress Ursula."
Mistress silently suggested she be called Ursula.
Melba introduced the women: "These are Carol and Kim. They're not sisters, but very close." They stepped forward, and Marsha and Ro curtsied as well. Ro spoke, "My name is Ro, and this is Marsha. Thank you for your service, ladies. We're here to serve you both."
Melba said, "Let's start." She looked at Marsha and asked, "Did you get your period, dear?"
Marsha replied, "Yes, Ma'am."
Melba turned to Ro, "And you're still on yours?"
Ro nodded.
Melba queried Carol and Kim, "Are you okay with them being on their periods, or should we wait for another time?"
The older of the two, Carol, said, "It won't matter to us if it doesn't bother them."
Melba inquired, "Who would like to go first?"
Phil, the elder brother, answered, "We've many things planned; we'll go first." He approached Ursula and I, demanding, "Strip."
Ursula obliged and removed her clothes, performing a seductive strip tease. She then positioned herself with her legs apart and arms down, flaunting her nudity shamelessly.
John ordered, "Lower your head in submission before us."
Ursula reacted, "Why?"
John showed no hesitation and physically struck Ursula, knocking her down. He barked, "Why? Because I said so!"
Ursula stood up again, challenging John.
The men eyed me, and I started undressing. First, I removed my blouse and skirt. When I took off my bra, I made an effort to jiggle my breasts. This delighted them. I then slid off my panties, revealing my erect clitoris, nearly 4 inches in size.
Kim commented, "Wow, it's true – she has a cock and balls. I never would've guessed."
Carol remarked to Ro and Marsha, "Strip for us."
Once both of them were nude, Kim pulled out their tampons and, with blood dripping down their legs, created the word "Whore" on their tits with the bloody tampons. Also, Melba removed her clothing. Her dark skin was apparent, as was her curly pubic hair with gray strands mixed in it.
Ma'am inquired, "What's the reason for your nakedness?" The room filled with surprise as the mistress addressed them in a submissive tone.
Melba directed her gaze toward Ursula and remarked, "I'm a prostitute like you, so I should be bare too."
She turned to face the entire group and asked, "Would any of you like to use me, as you have with her?"
I chuckled and suggested, "If you shave your private area and get rid of your grey hair, you'll appear much younger with that body."
We giggled together before Phil ordered Jane to fetch the desired items. She emerged with two bags. The men instructed Ursula and me to bend over and spread our backsides wide. John stepped up and inserted an enema tube into my rear. Melba called out, "Hold on."
Melba scrambled through the bags and retrieved some lubricant, applying it to our anuses. Ursula and I expressed gratitude. Melba eyed the men, "Now proceed."
The tubes went in smoothly and the men started to fill our bowels. John explained, "This concoction is particularly vile; it includes warm milk with other ingredients, and it'll make you defecate before causing intense cramps."
Melba massaged our bellies, relieving some of the discomfort. Eventually, both Ursula and I were distended with two quarts of this detestable solution in our intestines.
Carol scoffed at our condition, referring to us disparagingly as "disgusting cows." Then she shook her head in disgust, adding, "Dirty whores, they have no shame at all."
The men had us stand up and secured straps around our waists. Handcuffs dangled from the belts, into which we placed our wrists, restricting their movement.
They made us kneel in front of the benches, allowing us to see each other's anguish. Once in position on our knees, they set our breasts on the wooden surfaces.
Kim snickered, "Debunk those tits; they appear like udders. I thought you said they were cows."
Phil made his way to my breasts and grabbed a long, slim nail. His sinister glare sent a shudder down my spine. "I'm about to drive this nail into your breast, regardless of how loud you scream."
Before he could, Melba yelled, "Stop."
Melba took the nail, wiped it with alcohol, and applied it to her breasts as well. She leaned over and whispered, "I can still prevent this, Ursula. Just use your safe word."
Mistress Ursula smiled and replied, "I've had my breasts nailed before."
Phil grabbed the hammer and began driving the nail through her breast, eliciting a piercing scream from her. His sadistic smirk made me shudder.
John approached with a nail and aimed it at my left breast. Melba once again held him back and said, "Halt."
She wiped the nail and my breasts with rubbing alcohol then advised me, "I can still put a stop to this - just use your safe word."
I shook my head in determination, "No."
I felt the sharp point of the nail against my breasts, then it pierced my flesh completely. The agony was unbearable, and I cried out for him to halt, but never did I utter my safe word.
Phil proceeded to nail Ursula's remaining breast, and John proceeded to nail my right breast as well. Restrained, kneeling, with my breasts nailed to the bench - I had never felt so hopeless.
The men seized canes and positioned themselves behind us, hitting our bottoms ferociously. Every impact caused us to jerk, pulling our breasts further onto the nails, intensifying the pain.
Finally, they surrendered the canes and approached us on their knees. The excruciating pain in my breasts made me forget all about the abdominal cramps from the enema.
The men counted down from 10, and on the count of zero, they removed the plugs.
As Mistress Ursula and I emitted loud moans, we both felt our bowels expelling waste. I noticed Kim and Carol indulging in self-pleasure as Ursula and I acted like animals in a filthy pig pen.
Despite the pain, the force at which we were defecating provided a pleasant sensation. Ursula too appeared relieved as she released her own waste.
Quickly shedding their clothes, the men took their positions behind us. Phil penetrated Mistress' vagina, while John entered my anus. They seemed incredibly excited, as they didn't hold out long and ejaculated profusely.
Upon completion, men employed the claw-end of hammers to detach our bosoms. They instructed Melba to clean our breasts with a towel, followed by the application of rubbing alcohol. Finally, bandages were placed over our wounds.
Melba expressed, "You have no idea how much joy you just brought those men. Observe them."
Upon turning our heads, we found that the anger present in their demeanor had vanished. They thanked us simply and calmly.
However, the peace was shattered as Ro and Marsha became victims of hair-snatching.
Carol commanded, "Your turn, bitches!"
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