Short People Part 2...conclusion maybe...
if you missed Part One of this story...please refer to the intro story to get caught up...
part 2...
I drifted in and out of consciousness several times that morning. They seemed like short little naps. I would open my eyes occasionally, realizing I was still securely tied to the table top and couldn't move. I tried to stay awake when I opened my eyes, but found it almost impossible, drifting back into a sound sleep. I awoke to Starr's soft voice with some what of a semi clear mind.
"Good morning baby girl, how are you feeling today?" not really expecting or waiting for a reply on my part, she said in her sexy voice. "You are looking exceptionally hot this morning."
She held another alcohol laced juice box in front of my lips. I was so parched, I greedily sucked down the contents, while she gave me a second one to drink.
Still in a dreamlike trance, I seemed to remember fragments of my sleep and being woken by Starr several times. I vaguely remembered my face being washed with a warm cloth and my make up being reapplied. I also remembered warm water being squirted up my ass several times, which felt very good, followed by a warm cloth wiping me clean, which also felt really nice. I remembered being given more pills which I gulped down with more juice boxes, but most everything else was a blank.
"It's real early, but we have an exciting morning planned for you. I have an artist friend coming over and girl, he is very anxious to meet you. So eat these pills like a good girl cause we need to get you ready as he will be here shortly," she said as she placed one blue pill and one white pill on my tongue, having me swallow them with a big sip of the juice box.
As I tried to clear my head, I heard a doorbell ring and Starr squealed, "He's here girl, you ready to have some fun?"
"Please let me go, I'm sorry for all the things I said at the bar. Please let me leave," I almost begged weakly.
"No, I don't think so. You were a very bad girl at the bar and you need to atone for your bad manners, don't you agree?" she laughed.
Two people entered the room behind me but I couldn't turn my head to see them.
"Starr, what's up sweetie, so this is her?" I heard a new man's voice say.
"Hello Tommy, what do you think, is she everything I said on the phone?" Starr answered.
As he came around the front where I could see him, I saw he was what I think women would call a handsome man. He was about 6 foot tall, hard muscled and had a beard that was neatly trimmed. I had never seen so many tattoos on a person in my life as he had. His arms were covered in tattoos from his wrists all the way up to under his short sleeved t-shirt. Tattoos were even visible under the collar of his t-shirt around his neck.
Also in my view now, the midget stood next to him, just grinning as he watched. "What a hottie huh? Starr is an artist herself isn't she?" he said.
As the tattooed guy bent down close and studied my made up face, he said, "Daaaaaaaamn! Hell yes she is so fucking hot, you have out done yourself on this one. She is so primo sexy I can't wait to get started. What a fucking doll you have created. That plump shaved ass is sexy as fuck, but that face, oooooh my God girl, she is smoking hot. A fucking masterpiece for sure. I would never guess that she was once a guy."
I couldn't believe my honest reaction to his words, but I almost blushed in delight at his comments. In my inebriated state from the pills and alcohol, I perversely felt some sense of pride that he found me appealing. What was wrong with me I thought? Why does this turn me on?
"I'm hard as a rock, let's get started. Show me what you want and exactly where you want it," he asked.
Starr grabbed a scrap of paper and handed it to him. As he read it, I saw a big grin came over his face.
"Serious, you want this tattooed on her ass?" he asked looking at her incredulously. "She must have really pissed you off," he laughed again.
"Yes, she was a mean little bitch but we're helping her learn the errors of her way," Starr replied.
As the Viagra pill kicked in, I felt my little cock was rock hard again and I was starting to reel from effects of the roofie. I started to drift back into that trance like state where I was becoming extremely horny and losing all my efforts to struggle or complain. I was becoming more and more compliant and was beginning to crave the pleasure that they had given me earlier.
"Well, let's do this," Tommy said as he adjusted the big bulge in his jeans and went behind me.
I just laid there tied to the table top and tried to remain conscious as I heard a buzzing behind me and felt him gently touch my ass cheeks.
All the sudden it felt like bees were biting into my ass. It hurt, but in a strange way, it also felt good, kind of erotic. Little electric shocks tingled deep down into my ass deeply and for some reason they made my little cock even harder if possible. I actually, but involuntarily thrust my ass back towards him and he abruptly stopped.