We join the story already in progress. Arrogant, womanizing rock star Rexx Longe has a reputation for badly treating women. In Part 1 he gets tricked into a blackmail situation as is forced to be cross-dressed and pegged by the last young woman he cruelly discarded, Cindy, and her dominatrix lover, Alicia. Now it's time for him, now renamed Roxie, to pay for his sins...

In the bedroom they dressed me in slutty lime green lingerie, bra, thong panty and garter belt, and put me in a cheap zebra-striped dress. I realized after a moment the fabric was a near replica of the zebra print Lycra tank top I wore on my last tour. I prayed while we were out that nobody would recognize me. Finally, they put me in four-inch heels and made several jokes as I tottered around in them.

When they led me outside, my horror increased when we didn’t get in a car. Instead they led me three blocks up to the main thoroughfare, where hundreds of people drove past in their cars every minute. They made me walk with them like this for at least half a mile. I had to endure so many wolf whistles and catcalls.

We finally reached a storefront with blacked out windows. Mistress Alicia produced a key and we all went inside. The lights were already on. I looked around and the first thing I noticed it was a professional dungeon, with racks and benches and huge whipping crosses like a big X rising from wooden platforms. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness I looked around, and I saw about twelve women there, all twentyish and beautiful. Suddenly I saw who they were, and I gasped loudly.

The women looked back at me with evil smiles. They were all groupies I had fucked and then thrown out. I realized then I was completely under their control. I threw myself on my knees and began to cry, begging for mercy, for forgiveness.

“Oh, we’ll forgive you,” Cindy chuckled darkly, “after we’ve punished you enough!”

Mistress Alicia lashed my wrists to the top of one of the X-shaped crosses and pulled my dress above my waist, draping it through the X, so that my ass was fully exposed. Being partly clothed in lingerie—and with my ass hanging out—actually made me feel more naked than if I was completely naked.

She picked up a whip of two dozen thick strips of leather attached to the handle and whacked the strips into her hand. It rang out like a gunshot but she didn’t even flinch. I then realized how fucked I was. If she could take that kind of pain without showing it, she’d probably demand at least as much from me. She hungrily looked me in the eyes.

“You will count each one and say ‘thank you, Mistress’ each time. If you lose count or forget to say ‘thank you, Mistress’ you’ll go back to one. If I like the way you’re performing, I’ll stop at one hundred. If you make enough mistakes, you go to one-fifty. This beating will not end until I am satisfied you are an obedient and well-chastised slut. Is that clear, Roxie slave?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned in misery.

I heard the straps whistle through the air, landing on my naked asscheeks like lines of fire. I cried out and immediately said, “One! Thank you, Mistress!” And again and again and again, up until ten when I was crying as I moaned, “Ten! Thank you, Mistress!”

As much as it hurt I was still hard as a rock. I looked around to see all twelve women had surrounded the action, watching with eager grins, wet lips and shining eyes. A few of them had their hand in their panties, teasing their clits.

Somewhere around twenty-two they started fucking with me, asking what the date was, how many albums I had recorded, how old I was, to try to mess up my count. And then it happened. The lash fell and I realized I had lost the count because of their fucking with me. I hesitated and then cried out, “Twenty-four! Thank you, Mistress!”

“Wrong!” Mistress Alicia chortled with savage glee. “Start over!”

Sobbing like a sissy baby, I took the next blow and blubbered, “One! Thank you, Mistress!”

I had made it all the way back to about twenty-five when Cindy got right in front of me. She looked into my eyes with mischief and her hand went into my panties, softly curling her hand around my throbbing cock and milking more precum out of it. Almost immediately I lost the count once again.

“You must love being flogged,” Mistress Alicia laughed. “Start over from one!”

The girls all laughed at me too, Cindy the loudest.

This time I made it all the way to sixty when Mistress Alicia suddenly stopped. “To be fair, our slutty little Roxie really has had her one hundred lashes. I think it’s time I stopped this.”

I looked at her in gratitude. My ass was on fire, still as sensitive as could be. I’d have thought after one hundred lashes it would have become less sensitive but I was wrong. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She went on as if I had said nothing. “Yes, to truly be fair, all of you girls should get a chance to punish her too!”

I was almost numb with shock as she released my wrists from the cross and led me over to a piece of furniture that looked like a sawhorse but was a good foot wide on top and much heavier. It was bolted to the floor so it wouldn’t move and there were eyehooks on all four legs. It was immediately apparent why.

Mistress Alicia pulled off my dress and panties, and she bent me over the horse so that my torso lay on the broad top and my hips were flush against its legs. She parted my ankles and cuffed them to the bondage horse’s two back legs, spreading my feet at least forty-eight inches apart and parting my asscheeks wide open. I was totally helpless.

The horse seemed to be designed for an average male because the top part that my torso rested on was just long enough so my chin sat on the very end in a little padded rest. My arms were draped down the front legs and my wrists were cuffed to those. I was now fully spread open wide on my tummy, completely vulnerable. I felt a gloved finger slick with lube push up into my still tingling asshole.

“Oh! Oh Mistress,” I moaned.

“Get ready, Roxie slut,” my mistress said. “This should help take your mind off your next punishment.”

I felt something big and rubber press on my anus, spreading it wider and wider. I realized it was a butt plug, a jumbo one. It would be lodged in my rectum while I was spanked or whipped or whatever they did to me. Right when I thought the anal plug would split me wide open, my sphincter spread the full width of the toy—four inches, maybe—and my rectum sucked the butt plug in up to the base.

I groaned in ecstasy. I loved having my ass filled!

That was when the spanking started. I couldn’t see but sometimes it felt like two women pounding my asscheeks at a time or one woman using both hands. I thoroughly lost track of time. I was getting so deep into the pain I actually started getting high from it. At one point I felt myself getting wet and warmth pooling between my body and the leather padding of the bondage horse. In my abject surrender to my punishment, I had peed myself. And I was still rock hard.

Not long after my piss had begun dripping on the linoleum floor Mistress Alicia announced I had enough spanking, that it was now time for “phase two” of my punishment. She ordered me to look up. What I saw excited me as much as it scared me.

All twelve women, plus Cindy and Alicia, stood in front of me, most in their underwear. Half of them wore strap-on dildos or they brandished big anal toys. That’s when I knew I was in for the fucking of my life. These girls were going to get total payback from me.

“Now you will truly become our bitch,” Mistress Alicia announced. She walked behind me and gave a playful tug to the base of the buttplug. “Shit it out,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whined.

With great relief I expelled the massive hunk of latex, and I then realized that my Mistress had actually done me a favor putting it in there. My asshole was so stretched out I should be able to handle all the fucking I was about to get without getting badly hurt. “Thank you, Mistress Alicia,” I whispered. “I think I love you.” I fully meant that.

“Well, I don’t love you, Roxie,” she said. Then she smiled. “But I think I could learn to. I appreciate a lovely, obedient slave and you have all the makings.”

“I hope so, Mistress,” I said.

“Do you have anything you’d like to say to these ladies?”

All the women looked down at me secured to bondage horse and looking up at them. I knew that I had to apologize, and not just because Mistress Alicia expected me to. After having been under the power of Mistress and Cindy, I knew exactly what it was like to feel used, what it was like to be fucked like a piece of meat, and belittled and mocked.

The difference was, for some reason I craved this treatment. But before I had crossed that threshold, I knew how bad it could feel to be humiliated and degraded. In that instant I realized how bad I’d made them feel. My eyes filled with genuine tears of regret.

“Ladies, I want to say to all of you how very wrong I was to treat you how I did. Even without the punishment I rightfully got, I know that now. It was very, very wrong, and I am so sorry, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make amends to you beautiful ladies.”

“Very nice, Roxie. Anything else?” Mistress asked.

“I deserve to be treated like a total slut. I want you all to put me where I put you. I know I deserve it.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this but I really meant it. I’d been a real piece of shit, and I deserved to get fucked by all of them if it made them feel better.

Two of the girls, both redheads in their mid-twenties advanced on me with eagerness. The taller one, who was heavily tattooed, got behind me. I groaned with pleasure as she slid her strap-on all the way up my wide-open asshole. Instead of slow-fucking my rectal cavity, she plunged in and out as fast as she could. It bordered on pain, but my balls still ached with erotic joy.

The other girl slid her latex dick into my mouth. She grabbed the sides of my head, like I probably did to her, and force fucked my face. The dildo went into my throat, making me gag. Fortunately there was nothing to throw up. She backed off enough so I could breathe properly, but she still fucked faster than I could enjoy it.

After five minutes, the one behind me pulled out of my ass and traded places with the other. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to suck on that dildo. Fortunately, this woman didn’t seem interested in gagging me. She was satisfied to make me do ass to mouth. I didn’t want to admit to myself that the flavor of my ass turned me on as much as the nasty thought of it. I loved being a nasty, dirty slut.

I hope you enjoyed this generous sample from T-GIRL TALES #3!!!