Chapter 8: More

I lasted three weeks before the urge to debase myself again became too much for me to resist. I needed more of those Butch Bristol women. Nervously, I picked up my phone and called George again. At first, I thought she had forgotten who I was when I said my name, but after a pause she said “Ah, my slutty little pillow princess, you want to go to the club again, I guess. Or is it me making you scream into your pillow you miss?”

Still nervous, I laughed and said “Both, if you will have me back again.”

She certainly did, and we quickly agreed that I would stay with her, not in a cheap hotel, and that I should arrive about 5.00pm, in time for her to warm me up, ready for the big crowd. When I asked her what I should wear she just told me “As little as possible.”

Four weeks after my baptism of fire, I returned as a willing volunteer for yet another brutal all-female gangbang, and another night of pillow munching with George. This time I wore the same little denim skirt, although the boob tube had not survived the first encounter, and an old t-shirt, but took nothing else with me, just a shoulder bag with money, cards, keys, phone, and toothbrush.

When I arrived at George’s place, she opened the door, pulled me into a huge embrace and gave me a hard and demanding kiss, before saying “Hi, glad you are here – let me get those things off you and go fuck”

With that, she pulled my T-shirt off over my head, undid and pushed my skirt to the floor, picked me up bodily in her strong arms, and then finally, swinging my feet round to kick it, closed the door on the cab driver still sitting outside the house, watching us open mouthed. Now she carried me easily upstairs into her bedroom, dumped me on the bed, grabbed my legs, folded them up to my chest, and buried her face in my welcoming pussy, where she stayed until my first orgasm arrived.

For the next three hours or more, she used my little body in every way that a big butch dyke like her could think of, until she said it was time we made a move. When I asked if I could have a shower, she told me I did not need one as she liked me stinking of sex and so would all the women waiting patiently for her to deliver me to them. In any case I was going to need more than just a shower by the time she brought me back home later. So, with my own and her juices smeared and drying on my face and body, we went downstairs and found my discarded clothes.

We made the five-minute walk to the nearby pub for the lesbian club night, but this time, instead of drinking at the bar, we simply said hallo to Brenda and headed down the corridor to the private room. The same masculine looking woman on the door, let us in, clapped her hands to get the attention of the 20 or so women in the room, and said “George told you she would not be able stay away from ravenous bitches like you, and she was right – her little pillow slut has come back for more of the same. She is all yours for the next two hours. Enjoy the slut!”

While she was saying all that, George, quietly but determinedly, stripped off my t-shirt, skirt, and shoes so by time the challenge to “Enjoy” was greeted with a big cheer, I was naked and being led to the pool table once more. I will not go into all the details again as it was pretty much a repeat of everything that had happened to me before. I will just say that when Brenda and George came to find me at 11.30pm I was almost comatose, spread-eagled, and tied to the four legs of the pool table, with a pool ball nestling just inside my wet and gaping cunt.

Once more they dressed me and slowly walked me back to the house, where George not only gave me a shower, but also my first ever enema to clean out whatever the girls had done to me. Then we went to bed and the advantages of three hours of sex with George before we went out became obvious, as we both fell asleep almost instantly. However, it did not stop her from using me for another three-hour session the next morning.

Once ready to leave, she asked if I would be coming again and, without hesitation, I told her I would certainly be cumming again if she wanted me. Laughing she loaded me into my taxi to the station. I sat on the train, thinking through what had happened to me last night, and wondering what was wrong with me to make me do all these disgusting and terrible things that nine months ago I would never have dreamt possible for me.

A short plump woman walked down the corridor towards me, and the closer she got to me the more intense her stares at me became. Finally she paused beside my seat and, smiling at me, said “Hi nice to see you again” and when I looked puzzled she said “I was playing pool last night, well I was until you interrupted the game and after that I was munching on your cunt and letting you munch mine – you are very good at it by the way, but I suppose you must be to put on shows like that. How much do you charge for a night like that? How many performances do you do, I have enjoyed you twice at least!”

I was dumbstruck! She was one of the women who had used and abused me and she thought I was a professional brought in for the night! And all the time she had been talking she had been sliding her fat bum into the seat beside me. I was trapped with her until London!

As she chattered away non-stop, I made the odd mumble, or shook or nodded my head when appropriate, until she started to describe what she had personally done to me last night, at which her hand suddenly landed on my thigh just at the hem of my skirt. “I would love to spend time with you doing that again but I doubt I can afford your prices” she said as she squeezed my thigh.

I finally got a word in and tried to protest my innocence “Oh no, I am not like that. I am not a prostitute I was there just for fun...” until my words just ran out and I fell into silence as her hand slid under my skirt.

“You were there for fun? You like being gangbanged by a bunch of women? Well, that puts a different complexion on things, does it not? Open your legs dear while we chat so I can get at your beautiful cunt better. So, you are not a professional, just a sexy little slut. This will make our journey so much more fun – on top of your fun from last night! Now slide forward a bit darling and open much wider so mummy can get her fingers in.”

I was too shocked to react and simply let my subby, slutty, training from Cheryl, Patsy, and now George, take over. I slid slowly forward in my seat, which pushed my skirt up at the same time, and opened my legs as far as the carriage wall and her legs allowed. She lifted the leg pressing against hers and laid it over her thigh so I was fully exposed to her view.

“Oh, that is nice my dear, I can see your pretty, little cunt now as well as reach it properly. Well, its very pretty but not actually that little is it, obviously I had a very good close-up of it last night and I saw that you had big labia and your gorgeous clit is just so adorably big – and I could also see your pussy hole is quite well used. Who fucks you normally my dear when you are not having gangbang fun?”

All through that monologue her hand had been resting on my mound and her fingers were exploring my pussy. As each word was said she touched the part she mentioned: “labia” and her fingers ran alongside my fleshy lips, “Clit” and her thumb circled my already engorged treasure, and “pussy hole” as two fingers slid effortlessly in to me.

“So, answer the question my girl before mummy gets cross. Who fucks you when you are not being gangbanged! I recall you have lovely little breasts but with big nipples that I can see now – I think I will have a feel while you answer me.”

“My girlfriend Cheryl and her friend Patsy”

“Together or separately?”

“Both – I live with Cheryl and Patsy comes to use me when she wants to”

“Use? You like being used? You are obviously a slut.”

“Yes, I am their little slut. I do whatever Cheryl tells me to do”

“So, Cheryl is your mistress and you are her slave? And she tells you to let Patsy use you whenever she wants?”