"Let me down! LET ME GO!"
I couldn't believe where I was. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. There I laid across the shoulder of the massive Roger as he toted me like King Kong where as I was the damsel in distress. That seemed far more accurate than I wanted it to be.
The room I was taken into looked like a very large bedroom with a couple of king beds along with its own bathroom. Perhaps the Brothers slept at work at times or maybe lived there when not abroad. I didn't know and I didn't care.
On one of the king beds was a bag I knew all too well. It was one that I'd used just about every weekend. So many tight, tawdry outfits were kept in there for me to wear for paying clients. Set next to it was the huge, faux rack my chest had bore for months. They were heavy and dreadfully uncomfortable; especially with my sensitive nipples. On the night table was the mannequin head with my wig, Dafni's wig, fresh from Brady's cart. I could almost feel the silky locks dance over my shoulders as I was either made to fuck or suck a cock. I fucking hated it all!
"When I set you down, you gonna be calm?" Roger asked with a pop to my ass.
"Ye..Yes, sir" I replied.
Roger set me down next to the bed. He stood between me and the door; as if getting around him and through it would lead me to safety.
"Take your cloths off," he demanded.
"Please don't do this to me," I said, barely holding myself together.
"I'll try to make it easier for you; either you strip off all your clothes or I can do it for you. I can promise you that I won't be gentle."
I looked over at Alyssa who was giving me a wild, wide-eyed look; as if to say 'just cooperate'. There were limited options and only one real decision. The only hope I had was for the Brothers to simply be looking for further means of embarrassment and getting to have a little fun as added restitution. Then, after they'd had their laughs among other things at my expense, I'd be cut loose and I'd head far away from them and everyone. Starting over sure wouldn't be easy, but it would be necessary.
Taking a step back from Roger, I kicked my shoes off, literally, right at his shins. It wasn't like it was enough to inflict even a speck of harm to him, but he still wasn't amused.
"Watch it, bitch. Those people out there don't want you fucked up, but I won't mind for a sissy who's asking for it."
Giving him a look but saying nothing to him, I continued to disrobe. With each article being stripped away, I felt that little bit of freedom I'd reacquired slipping away. All eyes were on me as the last of it, my slacks minus underwear, was removed and kicked aside. I began to tremble slightly, both from the cool chill of the room and the bleak atmosphere it held. Never again did I think I'd be nude and vulnerable like that.
"Looks like this sissy is going through puberty," Roger joked about my budding chest. He even gave each one a little squeeze, which made me wince for multiple reasons. Dimitri brought over a pair of handcuffs that he passed off to Roger. "Turn around. Hands behind your back," I was ordered.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Nothing. As long as you do as you're told," Roger said.
Like some criminal, I put my hands behind me as ordered while my wrists were cuffed together. When that was done, I was taken by the neck and steered around the bed and to the bathroom. Dimitri stayed out by the bedroom door while Alyssa followed us in. I was guided over to a large walk-in shower that looked to be built for five. Roger stopped me just outside the glass door.
"You've been in similar situations such as this before. My slave here is going to get you back to your slutty, sissy self. You give her an ounce of shit and I'll be right here to give you a pound of shit back." He looked at Alyssa and said, "You and Eve have done good work, but don't fuck around with her. These people have things to do."
"Yes, Master," she promptly replied with a curtsy.
Roger, ushering me all the way, moved me into the entrance of the shower. Alyssa, after removing her heels, stepped in behind me. Her master shut us both in and then moved to stand by the exit.
"Over here," she said, taking my arm to guide me under the massive shower head.
Her touch was sensual. The cold nature of her soft, petite hand was giving me goosebumps. She turned on the water, which was quite cold initially. It quickly reminded me of the times she'd removed my chastity to clean my crotch and privates. Though I'd taken care of my own needs my past few days of freedom, her touch along with seeing her stand there and smelling that sweet perfume was causing my tiny member to begin to swell.
"Oh, Dafni," Alyssa said, taking notice. "We've been here a few different times."
As the water continued to cascade over me, she let her manicured hand run over my budding tits, down over my flattened stomach, and ending on my crotch. Though she wasn't directly in the stream of water, the spray was getting on her. Speckles of water drops settled on the exposed part of her tits. All of that caused my shrunken but stiffening cock to become full erect.
Alyssa peeked back through the steaming shower door at her owner who had become busy on his phone. She then looked back at me with a lustful stare.
"I hope that this will take your mind off things; if only for a moment."
Alyssa sunk down to her knees in front of me. It made my heart pound and my cock twitch. Was she about to do what I think she was going to do? Pulling her dampening pigtails back behind her, she began leaning into me. Those large, green eyes looked up as her mouth opened and she took me inside of her.
The feel of her mouth on me was an exquisite experience. Her tongue glided along my shaft until she bottomed out on my hairless base. There wasn't even a hint of her struggling to suppress a gag reflex. Either I was that small or she was that good. I had a feeling it was some of both.
