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Snowed IN!

Written By Tina Majors

Concept by Devin Dickie

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Snowed IN!

Written By Tina Majors

Concept by Devin Dickie

Chapter One

“What the hell do you mean I can’t go?” Jessica said, not even trying to hide her anger. “You really don’t get to make that kind of call!”

I wasn’t impressed.

Jessica had just informed me that her college friends had invited her up to Aspen for a last-minute Easter break. Was I seriously meant to just say, yeah, sure, why the hell not?

“I asked you a question, Steve,” she continued, showing no signs of accepting me laying down the law. “I’m going, and that’s the absolute end of it.”

I had to take a minute to think...

I already knew that her group of college BFFs were the absolute definition of party animals. The kind of women who have been downing shots since they got their first fake IDs, and definitely the breed of women who could drink me under the table. I was the kind of guy who would do anything after a few beers, so always had to be pretty careful over what I had to drink – something that never went down well with Jess, who just loved to party.

Every time Jessica got with this group of friends, it always turned into something way wilder than it would under normal circumstances or with another group of friends. I guess it was a college thing, but it was like the chemistry between Jessica and her former sorority sisters just turned them all from hard working, powerful and successful women into the wildest, loudest, and most outrageously wicked ladies around.

I figured that if I tried to stop Jessica going and she went anyway... that would probably lead to her acting even wilder.

To add to the dilemma, Jessica had let slip that apparently there was an NBA team up there doing a mid-season altitude training camp. I knew exactly what her friends were like... if there were pro-athletes in a nearby chalet, then they would sure as hell find them.

Not that I was insecure or anything.

Jessica and I had a good relationship. Sure, she was bossy sometimes, and occasionally could be a little on the sarcastic or mean side even. But generally speaking, we were good – I just had to manage her rebellious side a little.

So, rather than outright banning her, or attempting to, I thought maybe a compromise might work. One that she wouldn’t see coming...

“Right, so maybe you do go?” I replied, smiling and feeling pretty satisfied with my idea. “You go, and I’ll come too.”

Jessica didn’t say anything at first, she simply looked at me.

I watched as she moved over from the other side of the kitchen, her body looking absolutely majestic in her all-in-one neon pink workout one-piece. Her breasts were perfectly outlined by the tight, smooth material, her triple-FFF’s bouncing with each step as she approached.

“So, that’s your big idea?” she said, her high platinum-blonde ponytail serving to emphasise her perfect

bone structure and plump, red lips. “You want to come and spend the weekend with me and the girls?”

I was trying to gauge her response. It was difficult to know exactly what she was thinking, just as it was difficult to focus my mind beyond the sight of her nipples hardening underneath her fitness clothes.

“I, um, yeah, I think that’s for the best,” I replied, trying to sound like it was me who had the authority in this situation. “I come with you, or neither of us go. That’s the end of it.”

“Sure, okay, baby,” Jessica said, a wicked smile on her face as she ran her perfectly manicured fingers up my soft stomach and then across each of my squishy, rounded man-boobs. “It’ll be fun. That is, if you think you can handle us all?”

I laughed.
Of course I could handle Jessica and her five friends.
But there was something else whirring in Jessica’s mind as

she pressed her body up against mine, her 5’8” frame significantly more imposing than me at 5’5” and not exactly the fittest guy on the block.

Just from looking over her shoulder as she messaged her group of friends, I definitely had gotten the impression that this Aspen getaway was very much being treated as a wild, no-holds-barred excuse to party, to push it to the limits. Some of her friends had husbands too, but I knew from Jessica that

when it came to weekends away, the usual rules were very much thrown out of the window.

But what I didn’t know, and tried not to think about, was whether Jessica had the same attitude as her friends? I knew that other men went absolutely wild for her... aside from her beautiful face, huge breasts, and confident attitude, she also happened to have the most perfectly round bubble butt I’d ever seen.

Trust me, everywhere she went, men would do double-takes as she walked past.

Every time she went out without me, my mind raced with the possibilities of what could be going on. The truth was, I knew I wasn’t the kind of 6’5” alpha guy that she could have had if she wanted... but I earned a lot of money, provided stability, and possessed the kind of strategic brain that made it very difficult to get one over on me.

Or so I thought.

Because as soon Jessica agreed to me coming with her on her wild cabin weekend, her mind was already working in overdrive. She knew I would struggle to deal with her friends, especially all of them in a confined space.

She was making plans already.

Gripping my dick through the front of my pale blue college shorts, she smiled, a glint in her eye and mischief very much on her mind...

Chapter Two

I shut the door to my brand-new BMW i3 and looked across to Jessica, her face practically buried in her phone, laughing at the incoming messages from her friends, most of whom had already arrived at the cabin and were wasting no time in getting into the party mood...

“OMG, check out Britney!” Jessica said, turning her phone to me and revealing the sight of her friend Britney wearing nothing but a super-skimpy furry bunny costume, turning to the camera and shaking her tight little ass, the fluffy bunny tail moving in time to the music blaring in the background. “So... you sure you can handle this?”

Jessica laughed, clearly trying to test me by showing me such provocative video clips from the cabin.

“I mean, yeah, whatever,” I said, trying not to blush as the video of Britney played again, her petit frame and super-tanned skin looking absolutely perfect against the pure-white bunny outfit. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

With that I put the car into drive, got one of my favourite podcasts on, and began what would be the three-hour journey. However, as we made our way out of the city and towards the mountains, it became clear that the weather was worsening, my podcast being interrupted by an extreme snow warning...

“Jess, I think maybe we should-”

“Don’t even think about it, buster,” Jessica laughed. “Keep on driving this thing. You insisted on getting this little model, despite me saying that bigger is always better. It’s going to take a lot more than a little sprinkling of snow to stop me from partying this weekend. And while you’re at it, please can we listen to something a little more interesting than another one of your science podcasts? Jeez.”

Jessica really was determined to get to this cabin.

She was also in one of those moods that I had seen before. As the journey continued, the snowfall getting heavier and heavier, she began to test me, tease me, push the buttons that she knew would get a reaction...

“Okay, so apparently Monique has brought her biggest dildo!” Jessica laughed as I tried to navigate a particularly perilous corner. “You know she’s a size queen, right? Well look at the size of this thing!”

I didn’t respond, simply focused my eyes straight ahead and acted like I didn’t hear her. Of course, Jessica knew full well that I had heard every word...

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, your little dickie is too cute,” she continued, determined to provoke a reaction. “I guess... sometimes a big, thick, super-realistic veiny dildo is just... what’s needed.”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” I snapped, finally taking her bait. “You wanted this weekend to go wild, let loose. Now you’re trying to make me all nervous about being the only guy amongst all the girl-talk and whatever. Well, it’s not going to work.”

“Calm down, Steve, you’ve got nothing to fear,” Jess giggled, my eyes drawn away from the road as I glimpsed her scrolling over various Instagram images and videos of basketball players working out. “Some of these guys... you just have to admire what they’re capable of, right? Right?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, annoyed and my pride wounded. It was dumb, I was a basketball fan myself, but I knew that Jessica’s admiration wasn’t really based on their sporting skill. The way these guys were put together was something else. Sure, they worked out and had intense fitness regimens, but a huge part of it was genetic.

A guy like me could never, ever physically match up to them, and Jen knew this as well as I did...

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re my sweet little guy,” she smirked, continuing to scroll through the photos.

“I need a shot of something strong,” I said. “No, scratch that. I need several.”

With that, and with the car handling pretty well on the road, I allowed myself to put my foot down a little on the clear, straight stretch of road ahead of us. According to the GPS we

were only an hour away, but even though we were getting closer, I had absolutely no idea of what I was really getting myself into...

Chapter Three

We finally arrived at the cabin, the snow really getting worse now, and I took a deep breath. I was pretty tired after what should have been a three-hour journey turned into something like a five-and-a-half-hour marathon. Despite making good time in patches, the final hour was massively extended due to getting stuck behind a huge tour bus with pretty much zero space to pass.

But that was done now.
We were here.
Jessica immediately jumped out of the car and beckoned

for me to follow her...
“Bring my bag please?” she said, not really asking but

telling me. “Come on! I hear music!”
As I watched her run towards the front door, her small

waist and thick, strong hips looking like perfection in her jet-black leggings, I grabbed her bag out of the trunk and left mine, thinking I would pick it up in a bit – a good excuse to take a breather when the girls were getting a bit loud maybe.

I could hear the music pumping from the inside the cabin and judging by the disco lights it was clear that they really had been letting loose as they waited for us.

“Steve, get your ass in here!” came the cry from Britney, stepping out of the front door momentarily, still in her extremely small fluffy bunny costume. “You know, if I’d known you were coming too I might have worn something else... but whatever, right? Anyway, as punishment for totally crashing this weekend at such late notice, I’ve got a rack of shots lined up for you.”

I found myself blushing as she hopped up and down on the spot, her perky, small breasts pushed together and very much on display.

I’d always had a bit of a crush on Britney, something that Jessica would tease me about from time to time, knowing full well that I couldn’t handle it. As well as that, she never failed to remind me of the time that Britney had accidentally walked in on me in the shower and without thinking let out a gasp and a little laughter at the sight of me stroking my hard, but tiny, dick. At less than two inches fully erect, I knew I was small in that department, but having one of my wife’s best friends see it and give me that kind of reaction had been utterly humiliating.

So, yeah, Britney was the youngest of the group, but she was definitely not shy. Come to think of it, none of them were.

As well as Britney, there was Monique, Rachel, and Catherine. Each one was personally very successful, rich, and had more alpha confidence than most regular guys. They knew it too, and as I walked with Jessica’s bag towards the front door,

every bone in my body told me that if I thought this weekend was going to be easy as the lone male, then I was about to be proven wrong.

Seriously wrong...

Chapter Four

The first thing that hit me as I entered the cabin was the unmistakable vibe of four – now five including Jessica – women letting go and having a wild time.

Rather than head out into the town to hit some bars, the group had decided instead to wait for us to arrive. This meant one thing and one thing only...

“Party time!” cried Monique, who at 5’11” and with a body that would put Beyonce to shame was every inch the most spectacular sight in her white leggings, tight black polo-neck, and expensive jewellery on full display. “Steve, get up here and join your wife.”

Before I could really process what was going on, I was downing shot after shot, each one burning my throat as I swallowed. I was definitely going to be feeling these pretty soon, I knew that for sure.

“So, Jess tells me that you weren’t going to let her come up here?” Rachel said, her long, perfectly styled red hair and flawless skin really popping even more than usual. “So very alpha of you!”

The other women burst into laughter as Rachel continued to tease me. I looked towards Jessica for some kind of support, but she simply smiled back at me, a perfect look of told you so!on her face.

“I thought that when a real man said no, he meant it. Or am I wrong?” she continued, her double G breasts pretty much spilling out the top of her low-cut ruby coloured V-neck sweater. “Oh, no need to be shy. You’re here with us now. We won’t be too rough with you!”

The women again burst into laughter, enjoying every second of my torment. I could tell that Jessica was really enjoying it too, the look on her face as she saw my discomfort was clear to me.

“Jess, I think our group husband for the weekend is feeling a little shy,” Catherine said, her distinctive upper class voice proving as pointed as ever. “Steve, why don’t you stand up for yourself a little?”

I didn’t speak, just froze. Catherine laughed at me, her long, dark hair and swimmer’s body looking strikingly perfect in her black sweater and tight, pale blue jeans. She was the richest of the group, coming from an old money family that had

pretty much been at the top end of New York society for the last one hundred and fifty years.

Finally, I managed to get my brain in gear, the full-on, high-volume assault from the women proving a real barrier to thinking straight. Oh, and not forgetting the shots I had downed, something I really didn’t like to do normally.

“I’m going to fetch my bag from the car,” I said, falling back on my plan to get some respite. I figured I would get the bag, take it up to my room and chill for, I don’t know... at least half an hour.

“Do it quick enough and I’ll give you a little flash of these,” Rachel said, grabbing her breasts through her top and giving them a squeeze and a shake, prompting wild laughter and cheers from the other women, including Jessica. “If you manage it in less than a minute, I might even let you have a feel!”

“Less than a minute, that shouldn’t be a problem for Steve, right Jessica?” Monique quipped, prompting more laughter.

The idea that Jessica had been discussing our sex life in intimate detail with these women was something of a nightmare for me. The fact that I had a small dick was one thing, the matter that I struggled on the stamina side was just a particularly humiliating icing on the cake.

To the sounds of laughter, mockery, and a whole lot of mischief, I had to get out and into my car right that second. But as soon as I opened the door, I knew that there was a problem.

A big, thick, immovable problem.

We were snowed in.

As I looked out towards my car, now only the top of the roof visible, it was clear that the snow was sticking, and the way it was coming down like a white blanket, it wasn’t likely to be going anywhere any time soon.

I began to panic.

Did this mean that I was going to be stuck inside the cabin with Jessica and her friends for the next few days? With not a chance of any kind of solace via a trip to the store or to a restaurant?

I turned around, my mind racing at the possibilities for how long we might end up being stuck here for. I was greeted by all five of the women lined up, huge grins on their faces, each one of them absolutely revelling in the situation, knowing full well that I was totally at their mercy and there was no way out.

“So, Jess, with no bag and no change of clothes, we might have to help Steve get into something more comfortable?” Britney said, her hand around Jessica’s waist. “I think I might just have an idea...”

Chapter Five

“There’s no way!” I protested, my uncontrollable blushing prompting the women to laugh so hard they were spilling their drinks on the floor. “I mean, why?”

“Because it will be fun!” Rachel answered, giving a knowing wink to the others. “You dress up in Britney’s bunny costume for us, act as our waiter for the evening and then we’ll let you have a nice lie-in in the morning. Come on, stop being such a little square.”

Were they being serious?

Did they really expect me to dress in that tiny, revealing, and most of all female, bunny costume? Well, judging by the expectant looks on their faces, the answer to that question was very much a definitive yes.

“I... guess... I could?” I replied, not really sure why I was going along with the idea, but at the same time figuring that a nice a long lie-in in the morning would be preferable to being up first and having to deal with the tidying up. “But that’s it. Absolutely nothing else, okay?”

“Okay, sure, sure, whatever you say,” Monique laughed, already unhooking the clasp at the back of Britney’s outfit.

“Damn, girl, you’ve been killing it in the gym by the looks of things.”

I was shocked at Britney simply stepped out of her bunny outfit, her tiny panties the only thing left on her, her small, pink nipples rock hard and her toned, petit body indeed looking like she’d just stepped out of a month-long fitness bootcamp.

“Oh look, Jess, your husband is all shy!” Monique said, pointing at me as I struggled to know where to look as Britney pranced around, her perky titties bouncing and her impeccably well sculped ass cheeks jiggled in her high-cut panties. “Steve, is your little dick getting hard?”

“Yeah, Steve, tell us,” Rachel said, showing me absolutely no mercy as stepped towards me with a glint of pure menace in her eyes. “Tell us or I’ll have to investigate for myself.”

“Just pass me the costume,” I said, nervously, my body in a state of heightened alert.

Rachel laughed as Monique tossed the bunny outfit over to me and I immediately ran into the bathroom with it to get changed, slamming the door behind me, the sounds of the women laughing and giggling amongst themselves still very much audible.

In the relative safety of the bathroom, I stripped down and held the costume out in front of me. It was tiny, a perfect fit for Britney but on the small side for me...

As I stepped into it, the smooth, soft feel of the material as it moved up my legs and over my semi-erect dick was something else. It was like putting this slutty, cheeky bunny costume on actually felt... good.

Not that I could let the women know that.

I knew that if I gave them a single inch, they would take the full nine yards. What I needed to do was get through this evening as painlessly as possible and then once they saw that they couldn’t break me, it would be plain sailing for the next couple of days.

I managed to squeeze myself inside the costume and put the tall, slightly floppy bunny ears on too. I knew I looked ridiculous, and I was definitely going to come in for some ridicule, but... this is what the situation was demanding of me.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I was greeted with camera flashes and roars of laughter and cheers. The reality of what was happening was hitting home pretty quickly, and in a state of panic I actually turned around and ran right back into the bathroom.

Just as I was shutting the door though, Rachel’s strong, firm grip locked onto my arm...

“Get that fat ass out here,” she said, her voice a mix of anger and amusement. “We want our bunny to play with. Now, hop!”

I tried to resist her, but the strength of her grip and the determination that was clearly running through her body made it difficult. But it was when Rachel stepped in that I knew it was all over. The pair of them proceeded to drag me back out of the bathroom, each one pulling and squeezing on an arm each, my bunny ears flopping around as I continued to struggle.

I shouldn’t have bothered resisting.
I should have known better than to even try...
“Bad bunnies get their asses spanked and their nipples

tweaked,” Monique said, stepping forward and squeezing my fleshy, soft breasts. “Big titties for a man... but not big enough to give a bull a tit-wank. We’ll have to see about that later. Now, time to lay down some rules.”

Without any warning, Monique then squeezed on both of my nipples, twisting and pulling them, stretching them out as far as they would go and causing me to howl in pain, the humiliation enhanced by how low my pain threshold appeared to be.

“Shut your mouth, you sissy bitch,” Jessica said. “You’re making a fool of yourself. And me too for that matter, I don’t want people seeing what a weak little beta you are. Monique, squeeze harder!”

Monique did exactly that, and without any warning, I felt Rachel hike up the bottom of my outfit to expose my ass cheeks, a series of hard spanks promptly following.

“Thank Rachel for each one,” Jessica ordered. “Show some gratitude for us letting you stay here this weekend. Do it!”

My head was all over the place, but all I could do in this moment was follow Jessica’s instructions. As the spanks rained down on my ass and Monique continued to pull and tweak on my nipples, I simply thanked them both, over and over, for punishing me in between thanking all of the women for letting me stay with them.

I didn’t know how this had escalated so quickly, or how far the women were going to push things. It was still pretty early in the evening and from here, I knew that things could only go from bad to worse.

Chapter Six

After my spanking had finished, the remainder of the evening had been spent with me serving the women drinks, preparing snacks, and generally being attentive to their needs.

It was tough to swallow.

I knew that they were all enjoying seeing me suffer and the constant snipes that came my way as I served up cocktail after cocktail were difficult to deal with.

Sissy Maid.
Slutty Bunny.
Subby Hubby.
Each insult was designed to hit me where it hurt, and the

look on Jessica’s face as her friends tormented me told me that she fully went along with everything that was happening. But, when Jessica said that I could go to bed and get some rest, I figured that I had done my time and taken my licks. As I got out of my bunny outfit and into bed, the sounds of the girls continuing to party muffled behind the heavy oak door, I closed my eyes and let myself drift off, exhausted from the drive up here, but more than that totally wiped out from what I had endured.

I figured that what happened was almost like a college hazing, they kind of thing they would have had to endure themselves when they joined their sorority in college together. Now it was out of the way, I could look forward to a nice, long lie-li and some rest and recuperation.

So, it came as something of a surprise then when I was woken up at seven AM and practically dragged out of bed by Jessica...

“Hey, sleepy head, get your butt up,” she said, her pyjama top unbuttoned and her titties standing free and proud underneath the silky material. “You’ve got cleaning to do.”

“Um, what?” I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes. “I thought last night was a... one-time thing? Come on, it’s early.” “This snow isn’t going anywhere,” Jessica replied. “Which

means, we need to keep this place looking tidy as the maid won’t be able to get access. So.... that will be you.”

“Jesus, no way,” I replied, grumpily. “You don’t think last night was enough? I mean, come on, things got pretty wild. And not in a good way.”

Jessica put her hands on her hips, her titties now fully outside of her pyjama top, her nipples looking ripe for sucking on.

“If you even want to get close to these,” Jess said, knowing full well the power she had over me in this situation, “what you need to do right this second is get up, get your butt in gear and get cleaning.”

“But... what am I going to wear?” I replied, remembering that my bag was in the car... the totally snowed-in car.

“Seeing as the clothes you came up in are in the wash, I think you’ll need to borrow some of mine,” she replied, picking

out a pair of her super-tight lime green workout shorts and a small, cut-off t-shirt to go with it. “Now, get in these, and get the living area and kitchen looking ship-shape before everyone wakes up. When you’re done with that, if there’s time and if I feel like it, you can come in here for a little fun with my tits.”

I didn’t want to do it, and the thought of spending any more time in female clothes wasn’t exactly great either, but I could sense from her tone that she wasn’t screwing around. Unless I wanted to go through another painful humiliation like last night, I would just have to suck it up and get on with it.

The little booty shorts were tight around my ass cheeks, riding up at every opportunity, and the t-shirt was brutally exposing the very same man-boobs that Monique delighted in mocking last night. But, knowing that everyone was still asleep, I stepped out of the bedroom and made my way down the stairs, ready to clean up the space as quickly and efficiently as I could.

The reward some fun with Jessica was enough motivation, that was for sure. So, I decided to make a start on the kitchen floor, the result of several spilled drinks meant that I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing away the stains with a cloth and a bowl of hot soapy water next to me.

“That’s it, you shake that ass for me,” came Rachel’s voice behind me. “I see you working, sissy.”

I immediately turned around and saw her impressive figure towering over me. She was wearing a set of black satin pyjamas with gold trim. Despite the late night, she still looked absolutely phenomenal, and it was difficult not to stare at her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t spank that ass again as long as you do a good job,” she said, teasing me as she lightly pressed her foot down on my crotch, wiggling her toes over my dick. “Such a cute sissy worm, I can see how Jessica has fun playing with it. I mean, up to a point that is. Now be a good girl and get back to work.”

Rachel then dipped her hand inside the bowl of warm, soapy water and flicked some bubbles onto my t-shirt, wet patches quickly forming over my chest, the outline of my nipples quickly becoming clear.

“Just so perfect,” Rachel said, laughing as I attempted to cover myself up, not knowing whether to shield my chest or my crotch. “This is going to be a fun weekend. We’ll all make sure of that.”

With that, she poured herself a drink of OJ and turned and left me to continue on with my work. I was bright red in the face, my heart was pounding, and my mind racing all over again.

Had last night not been a one off?

As I watched Rachel walk away, I couldn’t help but be transfixed by the sight of her booty cheeks moving and

bouncing underneath her pyjamas. Feeling my dick hardening, the adrenalin of being so calmly abused and degraded by Rachel making me not far from cumming right there on the spot, I knew I needed to focus my mind on doing this cleaning as quickly as I could and then taking myself out of the firing line.

The only problem was that it really wasn’t down to me, as I was soon to find out...

Chapter Seven

The remainder of the day was spent with me exiled to the large laundry area in the basement. Apparently, it was now my job to sort through all of the washing, make sure it was clean, dry, and ironed too.

So, while the women were all upstairs lounging around, doing yoga, just generally living their best lives, I was down in the basement working my way through the chores.

I wasn’t impressed at having to do this manual work, but on the other hand, I was able to do it while listening to my podcasts and even more importantly...

I was out of harm’s way.

The basement was actually getting pretty humid due to the washer-dryer being on full blast, not to mention the steam from the iron being constantly on the go. There was a seriously big pile of clothes for me to work through, and I felt myself beginning to sweat a little.

So, with that in mind, and knowing that there was little chance of anyone coming down to see me, I removed my t-shirt and pressed ahead with doing the laundry in just my booty shorts.

Before long though, the podcast was failing to keep me occupied. The reason? Well, washing and drying sweaters and

pants was one thing, but now I was finding myself handling the women’s panties and bras...

I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I just couldn’t help myself. Instead of piling them all into the washing machine, I began inspecting them, running my fingers over the delicate material, imagining each of the women wearing them and then...

Holding them up to my face, inhaling them, the scent and taste of their pussies making me dizzy almost. Suddenly though, I heard a noise coming from the top of the stairs that led down to the basement. In a total panic, I dropped the pair of bright pink, ultra-tiny panties onto the floor and awaited my fate.

Luckily, no one did come down the stairs, it had simply been the heating system kicking in. But it served as a warning to me though...

I knew I had to stop, at this rate I would be jerking myself off before long and with even the slightest risk of getting caught I knew that I needed to show some discipline. After getting through last night, there was no way that things were going to be as rough again that evening.

Was there?

Well, once I had finished the laundry, and then gone through and made sure it was all ironed, folded, and put away in everyone’s rooms, I was allowed to spend some time on my own in my room.

Jessica would periodically come in to check on me, her mood not exactly enhanced by the fact that we were snowed in...

“Happy you came?” she said, her voice sarcastic, almost like she was blaming me for the extreme weather conditions. “You know, you really could make more of an effort than just stay in here reading your dumb books?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

To be honest I felt like whatever I said would not be the correct answer, and the last thing I wanted was to end up fighting during the day. Not only because I didn’t want to Jessica’s friends to hear it, but also because I knew how brutal Jessica could be when she was in one of these moods.

“You know there’s a gym on the top floor, right?” she said, giving me one of her looks. “It’s not like we’re getting any exercise here, and you do put on the flab pretty quickly, so...”

“Okay, hint taken,” I said, taken aback by how mean she was being, but still not wanting to start a fight. “I’ll go now.”

Jessica watched me as I got up from the bed and walked out of the room and up the stairs towards the gym. I didn’t particularly feel like working out – I never did in truth – but at least this would be another way to pass the time and stay out of everyone’s way.

One thing that was strange though was as I was pounding away on the treadmill, my mind kept going back to what had

happened the previous evening. As degrading as it had been, I couldn’t deny that it felt a little... exciting... too. When I factored in what had happened that morning with Rachel in the kitchen, and then again down in the laundry room with the panties, it certainly felt confusing to say the least.

Here I was, in a luxury cabin, snowed in with my wife and four beautiful women... yet at the same time I was having a pretty stressful, extremely challenging time where I didn’t know what was going to happen from one moment to the next.

With the thoughts whirling through my mind, I hit the accelerate button on the treadmill and decided to try and run my way out of my funk.

But away from home, snowed in, and trapped in a cabin with this particular group of women, there were some things I simply couldn’t run away from...

Chapter Eight

“Steve, what the hell do you call this?” Jessica shouted over to me, her tone of voice suggesting that she was far from

impressed by my cocktail making skills. “Get over here, right now!”

The second evening was already beginning to follow a similar path to the previous night. The women were drinking, letting loose, no topic off the table when it came to discussion. Meanwhile I was tasked with running around after them, making drinks, restocking the refrigerator, cooking up popcorn, basically answering their every whim.

There was already an edge building up in how they were treating me, and in a spare moment I had even attempted to Google whether it would be possible to hire a professional snowplough service to get us, or more specifically – me, out of the cabin.

I knew that Rachel, Monique, Catherine and Britney weren’t likely to hold back in how they treated me, especially after testing the boundaries last night, but I still held out some kind of hope that if they pushed things too far, Jessica would step in.

After all, she was my wife.

“Steve! Don’t make me come over there,” she said again, sounding even more impatient, her firm tone drawing everyone’s attention.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a silence across the room.

“Hey, I’ll make you a new one, whatever,” I said as I walked over to Jessica, feeling self-conscious due to the sudden silence that had descended over the room. “I, um, you want a new one?”

Jessica simply stood to her feet and slapped me across the face.

“It’s not about the cocktail,” she said. “It’s about why you, my husband, thought it was remotely acceptable to treat mine and my friends’ panties like your own personal playthings?”

I was stunned into silence.
How did she know?
“Hey, what? That’s crazy?” I stammered, desperately

trying to come up with some kind of excuse, some way of talking my way out of this. “Panties? I mean, I think I put some in the washing machine or whatever, but-”

Jessica had heard enough.

She grabbed me by the ear and put me across her lap, her hands pulling down my booty shorts to reveal my naked ass to everyone.

“So, how many?” Jessica said, fielding responses from the other women. “Well why don’t we say I’ll go until my perverted little sissy husband starts squealing?”

It didn’t take long. Jessica was strong and had serious endurance... brining down twenty-five spanks on my naked ass

cheeks, each one as powerful and as accurate as the last was no problem whatsoever.

“Please, please, this is a mistake,” I begged, my face bright red and my eyes widening as I saw Britney approaching with thick, pink butt-plug with a sparkly top. “No! Please, Jess! This is enough.”

“Stop wriggling,” Jess barked, gripping my waist firmly and parting my ass cheeks. “Ladies, why don’t we give this virgin hole some natural lube to help the plug squeeze in. Spit on his nervous little ass hole!”

“Nooo please, Jessica, I’m begging you,” I cried as I felt each of the women crouch down and spit on my exposed, vulnerable hole. “Anything, I’ll do anything, please don’t!”

But it was too late.

With my ass now lubed up with saliva, I felt Britney press the tip of the plug on my hole, gradually applying more pressure to ease it inside me.

“Take that little thing inside you,” Rachel said, pushing her own hand down impatiently over Britney’s, forcing the plug all the way in, my ass clamping down hard around it. “That’s better!”

“So, Jessica,” Monique said, walking around me, inspecting the plug as it sat snugly inside me. “How about we put your man in some panties. After all, it’s not like this little maggot needs to be in a real man’s pants, is it?”

The women laughed, and before I knew what was happening, Monique was lifting me to my feet, her grip every bit as forceful as Jessica’s.

“I think Steve is perfect for a pair of my purple crotchless panties,” Britney said. “But... I may be needing them at some point, so that might not work.”

“Any ideas Jessica?” Catherine said. “He’s your husband after all.”

Jessica knew exactly the pair for me.

Without hesitation, she got up and walked briskly to the bedroom, returning with a pair of practically see-through pink panties with cute bows on either side of the waist and a small thong at the back.

“Well, aren’t they just perfection,” Catherine laughed, grabbing me and marching me over to my wife. “Now, get them on, and make it snappy.”

There was something about Catherine’s firm, upper class voice that made me simply obey her without question. This had always been the case, although before this weekend the situation had never been anything like this...

“Now, dance for us,” Britney said, activating the cabin’s sound system, some pop-hip-hop beats coming on. “Show us how a little whiteboy sissy likes to party.”

Before I was able to even attempt to say anything, I found myself surrounded by the group, each one of them grabbing me,

pinching me, shaking my body, making me dance for their amusement.

“Oh, okay, I’ve got an idea,” Monique said. “Keep him dancing. I know how we can make him, or should that be... her, perfect.”

There was a knowing, wicked exchange of looks between the women as Monique ran to her room.

“Trust me, sissy,” Rachel said. “You’re going to love this... so much so I think it should be a proper surprise. Girls, let’s tie him up and blindfold him.”

I gave one last look to Jessica, hoping beyond hope that she would stop this, bring my torment to an end. Jessica simply wagged her finger at me.

I was powerless to stop them as they pinned me down to the chair, blinded folded me, and held me in place.

“Right, right, right, I love it,” Monique said on her return, her voice getting closer to me, the blindfold actually heightening my fear and sense of total submission. “This won’t take a second.”

Then I felt what could only be described as a warm, wet substance being applied over my chest, specifically around my breast area. I could hear the women giggling and laughing as I squirmed, and then experienced a slightly heavy, weighted sensation.

“Okay, just give it a second and they should be good to go,” Monique said. “Hey, bitch, on your feet.”

I followed her instructions, unsteady on my legs due to the blindfold but also feeling very much like something was...different.

“Okay, time for the big reveal I think,” Jessica said, whispering something in my ear that I couldn’t make out. Something to do with...

“Oh my God! What the hell!” I cried, the blindfold suddenly removed, my face full of horror as I looked at myself standing before the tall mirror, wearing nothing but panties and now sporting a pair of huge, like seriously huge, prosthetic breast forms. “No, please, get them off me! Now!”

The women simply laughed as I attempted to pull them off. It was no use me even trying, they had been applied using an adhesive that was cast iron guaranteed to last for forty eight hours.

“At least!” added Rachel. “I’ve seen bitch-boy little white men like you wearing them for three days or more at one time. Who knows, you might want to keep them once you get used to them.”

Everyone was now delighting in my predicament, but they weren’t about to let me off the hook...

“So, butt plug firmly in place, panties on, titties bouncing,” Jessica said, I think it’s time we check out that little clitty of yours and see what you really think of this whole situation.”

With Catherine holding one arm and Rachel the other, Jessica pulled my panties down just enough for my dick to bounce up and out of them.

“Well, well, well, it looks like we’ve unleashed a whole new side of my husband,” Jessica said, casually slapping my rock hard, two-inch dick, laughing as it bounced back up. “Thank you, girls, thank you so much for helping me to realise what a pathetic little worm I’m married to.”

I couldn’t help it, but there was something irresistible about the way Jessica was speaking to me...

My dick began to twitch, throb, and then spurt out what felt like a record amount of cum...

“The clitty is squirting!” Britney cried out, capturing the moment on her cell phone. “Wow, he really does like his fake-ass titties.”

“Bitch, I did not give you permission to make your little mess,” Jessica said. “Now get down on your hands and knees and lick it up, every last drop.”

I immediately dropped to my hands and knees and began lapping it up, the salty taste taking me aback, but not as much as the sensation of the two huge breasts hanging beneath me.

With my ass up in the air too, I felt like I was one of the dumb, submissive bimbos I would jerk off to when I watched porn.

“Okay, ladies, I’m taking this little slut to bed,” Jessica said, shaking her titties in my face and laughing as my dick continued to twitch and dribble cum down my legs. “Seeing as this useless thing is done, I’ll be working his mouth for at least the next hour.”

So, with the laughter and cheers of the Jessica’s friends behind me, I was marched into the bedroom and promptly thrown onto the bed, my face to be ridden and tongue worked to the point of exhaustion until Jessica was fully satisfied.

But if I thought that this was the end of my suffering, I truly had another thing coming.

Chapter Nine

I woke the next morning wondering whether it had all been one totally wild, surreal, not to mention utterly degrading dream. But as I opened my eyes to the sight of my two new breasts wobbling on my chest, I knew that it had been very much a real experience.

The images, sounds, and sensations began to flood back to me... my shock as I witnessed myself with a pair of FFF breasts semi-permanently attached to my body, the total degradation of

having my ass hole filled with Britney’s butt-plug, the relentless mockery of my dick, and last but not least...

The fact that all of this had actually made me cum, shooting my load on full and humiliating display in front of Jessica, Rachel, Catherine, Britney and Monique.

I had never experienced anything like this before, not even remotely close. It was like I was living in some kind of parallel universe. If it wasn’t obvious enough already, my decision to insist on coming along on this trip with Jessica felt like the worst decision of my entire life.

Speaking of my wife...

Jessica was already awake, and from the music coming from the top floor I could tell that the women were all doing a group workout session, the unmistakable thud of the dance music travelling down the stairs and into my room.

So, what the hell was I going to do?

I looked out of the window and saw that the snow was still thick, heavy, and showing absolutely zero sign of going anywhere any time soon.

Then, as I walked over towards the bed, I noticed a pile of clothing on the small nightstand on my side...

Frilly white panties cut high on the hips.
A matching bra, one big enough for my new breasts. A black, satin maid’s outfit.
A pair of patent black high heels.

And a note that read: Today’s uniform. Get to work, loser! XoXo

I was determined to not let the women totally break me, but as much as I wanted to resist putting the clothes on, I was still banking on being able to get out of this place later today. I checked my phone and saw that sun was anticipated to melt some of the snow, possibly sometime in the afternoon.

That was all the hope I needed. Sure, I would have to suck it up and do another full day in the company of these women, but hopefully as it got closer to the evening, a solution to this problem would reveal itself.

The only problem though was the solution would not be what I expected, and the consequences would change me forever...

Chapter Ten

“Oh my God guys, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier,” Rachel said, tossing her hair back over her shoulder, her body looking absolutely incredible in her yoga leotard, the

two-tone colour contrast really emphasizing her incredibly feminine curves and Amazonian stature. “I got one of the NBA guys’ phone number from my management agency and guess what... Trey Stacks is only coming over to dig us out of the house!”

“The Trey Stacks?” Monique said, looking up from her iPad with an expression that could only be described as being pure list. “As in... The Big Snake?”

The women exchanged knowing looks, clearly this was some kind of personal joke between them all. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as I stood there in my maid’s outfit, a feather duster in one hand and my panties riding high up my cheeks.

“Sissy, you should be excited,” Jessica said, her eyes wide and clearly into this. “You’ll get to see what a real man can do. Maybe you can make him a drink and serve up a snack after he’s finished digging?”

I didn’t know what to say.

It was one thing being ridiculed and humiliated in front of Jessica and her friends, but in front of a pro basketball player? One who by the sounds of it was an absolute monster? That was something totally different...

“Okay, I’ll take your silence as meaning that you’re happy to be Trey’s bitch too,” Jessica said, not impressed by my lack of response, almost sounding angry with me. “So I’m going to take

a shower before Trey gets here, I want to look my best before I meet a real-life All Star celebrity. You, my sulky little husband, can get your ass back in that bunny costume. I think with your new titties, you’ll look spectacular. Girls... dress him!”

Before I could even try and beg Jessica to not leave me with her friends, I was being pulled towards Britney’s room, my clothes being practically ripped off my body until I was naked, ready to be dressed as the sluttiest, most submissive bunny in the whole of Aspen.

The women teased and tormented me as they dressed me, the costume struggling to fit my huge breasts inside.

“Well talk about a real snow bunny!” Monique laughed, spinning me around before slapping her hand down over my crotch, making me jump back in shock and pain. “That’s it, shake that little tail for me!”

The other women cheered and clapped as I hopped up and down for them, my breasts crashing up into my face, my dignity totally gone – well, what was left of it after the last two days anyway.

Then, just when I thoughts things couldn’t get any worse...

“Ladies, it looks like our knight in shining armour is already here!” Jessica said, bursting into the room, water still dripping off her body, wearing only her bright red thong and her nipples looking suspiciously hard. “Go to the door, check it

out for yourselves, it’s Trey. He must have arrived while you were busy with my little wimp. He’s pretty much dug all the way to the door!”

Everyone did indeed run towards the front of the cabin, the sound of Trey digging through the snow quite clear, getting louder and louder until there was a loud, heavy knock on the front door.

To much excitement, Rachel opened the door and let him in. There was a hushed silence, almost like everyone was suddenly starstruck, as Trey stepped inside, stooping down so that his 6’8” frame could get safely in through the door. I couldn’t believe how physically imposing he was, it was like he was from another planet compared to me.

All I could do was simply stand there, my mouth wide open, totally dumbstruck.

“You know,” Catherine said, almost purring in delight, “Something tells me our very own Sissy Snow Bunny is really excited to meet you, Trey, maybe even more than we are...”

Chapter Eleven

The ladies soon made Trey welcome, immediately inviting him to take a seat, get comfortable, put his feet up after all his hard work.

“Oh, how rude of me, Trey, that’s Sissy Bunny,” Jessica said, pointing over at me as I pretty much cowered in the corner, hoping that they would forget all about me. “Bunny, hop over here right this second. Come and say thank you to the big, strong man who’s saved our butts.”

I blushed, my face flaring up in the brightest red imaginable as I reluctantly hopped over to Trey, trying everything I could to avoid eye contact with him.

“Yo, are those real?” Trey said, licking his lips lick a hungry wolf as he eyed up my jiggling breasts.

“Well, they’re real enough,” Monique said, sitting next to Trey and running her hand up his leg, the outline of his monster dick clear for everyone to see. “How about you give them a little test drive for authenticity? Don’t worry about sissy, she does exactly as she’s told.”

I turned, a desperate attempt to run away, but was blocked by Rachel, Catherine, and Britney.

“Not so fast, slut,” Jessica said, herself now sitting down on the other side of Trey. “Bring sissy over, girls. It’s time to have some real fun.”

Rachel and Catherine dragged me over towards Trey and pushed me down onto my knees and made me kneel before him. Britney was recording the whole thing on her iPhone, the look of pure glee on her face unmistakable as Jessica and Monique slid Trey’s black thermal sweatpants down, taking his briefs down at the same time, to reveal his long, extra thick, and visibly growing dick.

“Ten inches?” Monique said, her tongue practically hitting the floor.

“More like eleven,” Rachel said, chiming in, stretching her hand over and giving Trey’s monster length a firm squeeze. “So, how about we have some fun with sissy’s titties first.”

Before I could get my head around what the hell was happening to me, Rachel unhooked the top of my bunny outfit and allowed my titties to fall out. A couple of squirts of lube later, and my breasts were an inviting target for Trey, whose dick was now rock hard, the work of Jessica and Monique’s hands getting him to his fullest length...

“Please, Jessica, I can’t do this,” I begged, Trey’s dick slowly but surely pushing up and down in between my breasts, the sight of his bulbous, super-wide head thrusting towards my face scaring me...

“Stick that tongue out, all the way, right out,” Jessica demanded, Rachel gripping my hair and pushing my face

downwards to make sure I followed my wife’s orders. “How does it taste? How does The Snake’s dick taste?”

I couldn’t speak, the sheer size and forced with which Trey was driving his dick up and down between my titties and onto my outstretched tongue was melting my brain, making regular thought impossible.

“Trey, make him swallow it,” Catherine said, reaching down pulling my dick outside of my bunny costume and slapping it several times, relishing my squeals of pain. “I want to see that moaning, petty, loser mouth filled and fucked.”

At this point, Trey stood up so that he could get a better angle, his dick now able to pump in and out of my mouth, my gagging and choking only seeming him to motivate him more.

Meanwhile, Jessica was running her hands all over his ripped, musclebound body, clearly enjoying every second of time with a man of his freakish size and stature.

“Ladies, Trey’s going to have fun with us all tonight, right?” Rachel said. “But, you know what, I think it’s Jessica who deserves to take his dick first. After all, she’s had to put up with having her loser piggy husband here all weekend?”

The women agreed.

So, despite the fact I now had a moment of respite from Trey’s dick, I was now finding myself being pinned down by Monique’s strong, thick thighs, her grip fixing me in position so

I had no option but to watch as Trey firmly bent my wife over the edge of the luxurious velvet sofa.

“Watch what big black dick does to Jessica,” Catherine said, squatting down next to my head, holding my mouth open and spitting into it. “She’s about to get something that you could never, ever give her. Not even close. Watch!”

Catherine slapped my face hard every time it looked like I was trying to close my eyes or avert my gaze. Trey was fully inside Jessica, the look of sheer pleasure on her face telling me everything I needed to know. There was something about the way Trey handled her body, making it shake and move, his strength and alpha confidence shocking me, making me feel totally inadequate, like I didn’t deserve to be Jessica’s husband even.

I watched as Jessica came hard and fast, her legs quivering from top to bottom as she grunted and moaned in pure bliss, Trey’s eleven-inch dick barely working up a sweat as she tapped out, her eyes rolling back into her head as her first orgasm rolled straight into the next.

“Now look at Trey’s monster and compare it to this useless piece of garbage,” Rachel said, spitting on my dick and slapping it from side to side. “One question... why is this even hard? Do you enjoy seeing your wife getting her pussy stretched and filled by a big, strong black man? Well, do you?”

I didn’t know how to answer that question.

As much as I hated what was happening to me, and what I had just witnessed, I couldn’t deny that my dick was hard...

“I... I... don’t know,” I said, prompting laughter form the women, each one of them taking it in turns to squeeze my balls, spit on my shaft and slap it from side to side like they were playing a fairground game.

“Trey, finish inside my sissy,” Jessica said, her voice still trembling, breathless from her orgasms. “Break him in for me, teach him a lesson once and for all that he’s not in charge of this marriage anymore.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Trey said, pulling his dick out of Jessica and picking me up by my titties before immediately bending me over the sofa, making me face to face with Jessica. “Time to make this white-boy mine.”

There was an atmosphere of sheer hysteria as the other women gathered around the sofa, clapping and cheering Trey on as he pulled my costume completely off my body, slapped and grabbed my chubby ass cheeks before bouncing his heavy, huge dick up and down over them.

“Does the white-boy look scared?” Trey said, reaching underneath me and squeezing on my titties.

“Yes! He certainly does,” Jessica said, licking her fingers before roughly pushing them in and out of my mouth. “Let sissy have it. And cum inside him too, I want him to feel your seed dripping out of his soon to be ruined ass hole.”

This was enough for Trey, who with the assistance of Monique and Rachel’s wet, plentiful spit landing on my ass and over his shaft, eased himself inside me, making me moan in a way that was both deeply animalistic but also highly feminine too...

“Sissy likes it! Go harder! Make his booty bounce!” Monique shouted, enjoying every second of what she was witnessing, reaching down and shaking my ass as Trey began to increase his speed.

My head was spinning, totally unable to process any thoughts. Jessica was watching me submit to Trey, each grunt and moan that came out of my mouth seemingly pleasing her immensely.

“Push back, hubby,” she said, a little quietly, her tone firm but almost loving too. “Push that cute bubble butt of yours back, you’ll enjoy it even more.”

I did as she told me.

I was broken, totally submissive to not only Trey’s dick but also now willing to follow through on anything Jessica told me to do.

“That’s it, bounce on The Snake,” Catherine chimed in, noticing my increasingly active role in what was happening. “Work that beta booty.”

Trey’s grunts suddenly grew louder, and his thrusts harder.

I wasn’t able to push back now, my body was limp, totally under Trey’s control and he squeezed my waist hard, one final flurry of thrusts before I felt his cum bursting into my ass hole, the sensation totally new, unique, but clearly one I would never forget.

“Damn, that’s a tight sissy ass,” Trey said, pulling his dick out and sitting down next to Jessica, rolling me off the edge of the sofa and onto the floor. “Give me half an hour and I’ll be good to go again.”

The women laughed, swarming around Trey, squeezing their magnificent curves onto the sofa next to him as I lay on the floor, Trey’s cum slowly dripping out of my ass hole.

“You can jerk that little weeny dickie of yours if you want, slut,” Jessica said. “Consider it a reward for all that dick you took in your ass.”

The women laughed as I began to stroke my dick, the hardness soon returning and their insults and catcalls pushing me towards a fast ending...

“Such a baby dick!”
“It’s not even the size of my pinkie?”
“Look at that dumb face, so close to cumming, Jessica

how do you deal with it?”

I couldn’t even make out who was saying what, it was all a blur to me as I felt myself cum into my hand, the sound of

laughter surrounding me as I pumped my little dick for all it was worth.

With the women tormenting me, Trey’s cum seeping out of my booty, and my own cum now all over my hands, this really felt like the natural conclusion of the weekend.

The fact that the snow had been cleared surely meant that it was only a matter of counting down the hours until Jessica and I got into our car and drove home. Hopefully then we could try and resume some kind of normality.

But then, just as I thought there was some hope, Britney made an announcement...

“Okay, so I’ve just had an email from the cabin hire company,” she said, an unmistakably excited tone in her voice. “By way of making up for us being snowed in, they’re giving us three more nights free of charge!”

The women cheered, and as I Iooked up towards Jessica she simply smiled, grabbed Trey’s hands and moved them over her heaving, heavy breasts.

“Looks like we’re going into overtime, hubby,” she said. “Now get up on your feet, bend over and spread those cheeks. I want you on display, and while you’re there you can think of how you’re going to entertain us later – and maybe if you’re lucky, Trey might invite a few of his teammates to come with us to the club tonight.”

      Maybe being snowed in hadn’t been the worst option after all?With our cabin now open and accessible to anyone, there was every likelihood that things were about to go from bad to much, much worse...