Shy Bunny! Written by 1845Laura (39 pages) (Patreon)

Shy Bunny!

Written by 1845 Laura

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
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Shy Bunny!

Written by 1845 Laura

“Are you sure that I can’t wait somewhere outside?” I asked, looking inside the holding cell I was about to be

put inside. It didn’t look like a place where I would enjoy being – the floors were dirty, the bench inside looked very uncomfortable and a black man was sitting inside it and he was giving me kind of weird looks. Not that I have any prejudice, of course not, but I’d prefer to not be left alone with him. After all, I did nothing wrong.

“Yes, of course, let’s put you in a nice room with an AC,” the officer said, opening my handcuffs. The skin on my wrists was tingling from them. “I can also bring you a cocktail, so you feel more comfortable since you’re so special. Walk in, Cohen! And don’t play on my nerves”

He gave me a light push and I stepped inside. The door locked behind me, as the officer laughed, leaving. I swallowed hard, looking at the man who I will be forced to spend my time with, not knowing if I should even sit next to him or not.

He was big, much bigger than me in all the ways. He was tall, his shoulders were brought and he looked like he was spending a lot of time in places like these. He had tattoos on his arms and when I looked at his hands and noticed that his knuckles were bloodied. It all didn’t look good and all that I wanted was to back out of the cell and don’t be alone with him.

“So,” the man said with a lazy smile on his face. “What are you here for?”

He was looking me over slowly and I instinctively covered my wrist with the sleeve of my jacket. I didn’t want him to see my watch. Of course, my clothes would be telling enough, I did have good taste and always

picked the most expensive brands. I doubt that this man ever heard of them.

“Well, that’s just a misunderstanding, really,” I said, trying to seem friendly. I didn’t want him to think that I was considering myself too good to be talking with him. “My firm is handling finances for a charity fund and, well, there were some documents missing. I’m sure it all could’ve been fixed back in the office, but they decided to bring me here. I can’t believe they actually put me in handcuffs for something like this”

The man laughed and it sounded like a roar. He folded, hitting his knee, before looking at me again.

“Fuck, man, these cops are crazy! Getting you here for a piece of paper... I bet someone like you can complain and get them fired,” he said, shaking his head. For a moment I felt almost relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be this bad after all? “I’m 12Pak, by the way”

He said, extending his hand to me. I took it, seeing how smaller, softer and paler my palm was against his.

“I’m Cody,” I said, still feeling weird. This all day was a disaster from the start, so I didn’t expect anything good to happen at all. I needed to fit in, to make sure I’ll get out of here without any more trouble. “And what are you here for?”

“One fucker tried to play with me. He owed me money and didn’t want to return it. So, I had to remind him, who happens with the suckers who owe me,” he almost shoved his bloodied fist in my face and I moved

away. “He fucking snitched on me, can you believe it? I’m going to own his ass the moment I’m out of here” I let out a laugh, but it was more nervous than

anything else. I didn’t want 12Pak to show me what he was doing with his enemies, so I needed to stay on his good side.

“Yes, you’re so right!” I agreed with him, sitting next to 12Pak on the bench. “People just don’t understand when you’re asking nicely, right?”

“See! You get it, man!” he slapped my thigh and it felt a bit painful, but I tried to not let it show. He was still looking at me with intensity and it made me want to become smaller. “I never thought that a rich white guy like you could get me, but here we are!”

“Oh yes, we’re all the same deep down,” I nodded, trying to keep some distance between us.

“So, what is your plan?” he asked me. “Have a rich friend that can bail you out?”

“I’m not that rich, really,” I said. It was a habit of mine to never let out how many funds I had. “My wife will bail me out. At least I hope so”

“Oh, same here!” he laughed. “My baby mama should be here any moment. You see, she screams that she will kick my ass out, but she just can’t live without this cock. So she’ll be here soon and I’ll be a free man again”

It wasn’t something I could relate to, really. Yes, I had a good life with Arielle, but she was materialistic. She couldn’t love anyone if there wasn’t money involved

and our relationship wasn’t any different. Still, we had good sex and we have the same priorities in life, so I could say that we were happy together.

“So, what do you do for work? You clean up well, probably need people to impress, am I right?” 12Pak asked, looking at me with an expectation in his eyes. If it would’ve been anyone else I would’ve thought that he was fishing for information to try and get something from me, but with him? Well, 12Pak looked like a mean man that uses his strength to fix all the problems, but he didn’t seem like someone who knew how to use information like this to his advantage. He was probably too simple-minded for that.

“Well, we do have a lot of important clients, so I have to look a part, but all of this is just for the picture. I really don’t have a lot. We probably live in the same neighborhood,” I laughed, hoping that he would understand a joke. 12Pak laughed along with me and I felt a bit of relief. I wouldn’t want him to get mad and use his fists on me.

“Oh yes? Maybe I should come over to your place sometime since we’re becoming such good friends here,” 12Pak nudged me again. I was hoping that he was joking too, I couldn’t imagine a man like him inside my house and next to Arielle. “What about your wife? She’s probably a hot thing. Guys with money like you always catch the best looking ones”

“She is very good-looking,” I admitted, a little reluctant. “And we are very happy together”

“Is she fire in bed?” he asked with a laugh. At this point, I was sure that it was his way of making me feel more uncomfortable, but I didn’t plan to act shy. I didn’t know how long we were going to be here, so I needed to show him, that I couldn’t be pushed around.

“Our sex life is very good. Arielle loves to spend time in bed with me,” I nodded, trying to still act not too crude.

“Reading or fucking?” 12Pak laughed again, making me feel more uncomfortable. “If this pussy was really fire you would’ve talked differently about it”

I tried to school my expression, but it looked like I still gave my reaction out. 12Pak looked at me with more interest and I wondered if he found my reaction insulting.

“Fine, let’s not talk about it if you don’t want. But maybe I can find another chick for you that can help you. Girls in the hood do love men that can spend money on them”

It was becoming more and more uncomfortable. I didn’t want to continue this conversation, but 12Pak didn’t plan to stop it. I didn’t like the way he was praying more and more about my life, my marriage, and my money. I couldn’t get rid of the thought that he somehow could use this information against me, so I needed to let out as little as possible while talking to him.

“Since we’re getting so close together, do you think you can help me out?” 12Pak said, looking at me with more attention. “You look like you can afford another

bail, so maybe you should take care of mine since we’re becoming such good friends now”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t plan to give this man that I just met money, but wouldn’t I be in danger if I deny him? He was big and strong enough to make me regret this decision very quickly, so maybe it was a small price for my safety? After all, it couldn’t be this much money.

“I should think about it,” I said, trying to put this conversation for later. It didn’t look like 12Pak liked my answer, he was about to say something, but, to my relief, the officer walked in with keys in his hand.

“Cohen, get up! You’re out of here,” he said, instantly making me smile wide.

“Thank God!” I let out, getting close to the door. I turned around, looking at 12Pak as the door got open. “It was nice to meet you. Hope you’ll get out of here soon”

“Think about what I said,” he commented, as I was getting out.

“I will, for sure!” I said, walking past the officer. For some reason, I felt relief once I was out of the cell and 12Pak was still locked inside. I was more than sure that I will never see this man again and it made me happy.

It was all past me now. I was smiling non-stop now, that I was a free man out of the uncomfortable situation. I almost didn’t listen to what the officer was saying as I got my phone and wallet back. I looked around, expecting to see Arielle waiting for me, but she was

nowhere to be found. I still needed a ride home, so I decided to call her and see where she was.

“Yes?” he voice sounded a little sleepy as if she had just taken a nap and I woke her up.

“Hi, honey. I’m out, so maybe you can come here and pick me up?” I asked, hoping that she will be happy to see me.

“Are you crazy?” she sounded scandalized by the offer. “I had to talk to the police, send our lawyer to pay for you to be let out and now you want me to put in even more work?”

I sighed. I didn’t even know why I called, I knew that she will answer this way. Arielle always put herself first in our relationship and maybe she was right to do so. At least she always got her beauty sleep.

“Just order an Uber or something,” she said, hanging on me. Well, I guess I was on my own.

Once my call was over I noticed a woman walking inside the building and going to the reception. She was a tall woman with very dark skin. She had a red cheap wig on, that was shining in the light showing how cheap exactly it was. She had a small bright-pink tank top that showed both her full breasts and her stomach. The black shorts she had on were also skin tight and let me see how big exactly her butt was. She straddled to the reception in her high-heeled black shoes and I wondered how she isn’t wobbling in those. The moment she was face to face with the officer she slammed her purse on the stand and leaned over.

“Get my man out, now!” she commanded, sounding very angry.

Officer was trying to calm her down, saying something about the processing time, but she didn’t want to listen.

“I’m telling you – get him the fuck out of that cell! Here is your money, so move your little ass and free him. Hope you’re glad that our kids will starve because of you and your stupid laws!”

For some reason, I knew who she was and who she was there for. 12Pak and her were a perfect couple, both in the way they looked and the way they acted. I wouldn’t want to be close to them once they would get together, so I opened the app and tried ordering myself an Uber. For some reason, it wasn’t see any cars nearby, but I kept trying.

The officer finally moved, probably to get the 12Pak out and I noticed the way his woman was looking at me, with a lot more interest than I was comfortable getting. I tried to move away, but she still followed me with her eyes. At this point I started to realize why they were together – she was looking at me the same way 12Pak was and it made me uncomfortable.

“Baby!” she suddenly screamed, turning to the door and running to meet 12Pak. I looked at my phone, seeing that there was still no car waiting for me. I needed it to get here now before they see me standing here. I looked at the happy couple again and they were already kissing passionately and feeling each other. It felt inappropriate

to even look at them, but they didn’t seem to mind the audience at all.

“I missed your fat ass,” 12Pak laughed, grabbing his girlfriend by the ass and shaking it. They seemed to enjoy each other and I even started to hope that they won’t notice me being there, but it didn’t happen. 12Pak looked at me, smiling wide. “You’re still here, buddy? Come here, let me introduce my girl to you”

I laughed nervously coming closer, looking at them together. They looked like a perfect couple, really, in a way that they went together very well, almost like a stereotypical picture.

“Hi,” I said, looking at her. “I’m Cody, it’s very nice to meet you”

“I’m Chantal,” she said with an attitude. I noticed rings and bracelets on her hands. They were a shining gold and I had no doubt that it was fake. She turned to 12Pak. “You didn’t tell me that you made friends here”

“Oh yes, me and Cody had a great time chatting while waiting,” he said, smiling. “Is your ride here already? I wanted to take a look at your wife. You promised me that there would be a sexy woman waiting for you”

I felt my face and neck starting to heat up as if I just told my high school bully that I had a girlfriend in Canada and he needed proof.

“She wasn’t able to make it here. She’s just too busy today. I’m going to order a taxi home, it’s not a big deal,” I said, feeling nervous for some reason.

“It’s nonsense!” Chantal suddenly said. “You shouldn’t be going home alone, we should drive you there”

It seemed like both me and 12Pak were surprised by her offer, but he quickly recovered. When he looked at her he smiled, as if there was some communication between them that I couldn’t read into.

“Oh no, it’s okay, I wouldn’t want to bother you,” I said shaking my head. Deep down I hoped that they would just give it up and let me leave alone because I absolutely wasn’t looking forward to spending more time with them in a small space.

“It’s not a bother! You’re my man’s friend now, aren’t you?” Chantal asked as if waiting for my reaction. When I stayed silent she continued. “We help our friends in need, so hop into the car and tell me the address so we can drop you there”

“I appreciate it, really, but I don’t want to trouble you with this,” I said, hoping that they would drop it now, but it seemed like both of them were determined to see it to the end.

“Listen,” 12Pak said, getting uncomfortably close to me and putting a hand on my shoulder. “If you’re afraid to show your new friends in your rich white neighborhood, I get it. Just say it out loud and we will stop asking”

I knew that it was a perfectly set up trap and now I really had no choice other than to let them get me home. I sighed, hanging my head.

“Okay, if it’s not that much of a trouble for you, let’s go”

They both smiled at me wide and started walking out of the precinct. I was walking between the two of them, feeling uncomfortable with how both of them were bigger and taller than me. The car we walked to was a beat-up one, with the white paint chipping out in some places and showing the rust. Inside wasn’t in the best condition too, there was trash all over the back seat and it smelled like a used diaper.

12Pak got behind the wheel, and Chantal went to sit in the front, leaving me in the back. I moved the trash out of the way but was still sure that my pants would get some weird stains from this. Once I told them the address, it looked like as if they heard they were getting a free ride to Disney.

“It’s a nice neighborhood,” 12Pack said with a smile.”Let’s see if your house is matching it”

I could already hear Arielle's reaction once she would see me in a company like this, but maybe she would stay inside and I can just sneak in without her looking out and seeing the junk of a car I rode in? Yes, that would’ve been the best option.

We were driving past the houses and I was listening to them talking. They were loud and talked with passion about everything, starting with their kids and ending with the grocery list. At some point I thought that the couple would start fighting, but, luckily, they calmed down. My house was getting closer and closer, so I

hoped they would calm down more before we were there.

Chantal whistled as she looked out of the house.

“This is a nice one,” he said, giving me a look. “And you were trying to tell us you weren’t this rich”

“Yes, just look at the car outside,” 12Pak said, nodding at Arielle’s Mercedes. “I wish I could get one like this”

“You’re both very kind,” I said, leaning to open the door. “Well, thank you so much for dropping me here, it was very nice to meet you both”

I was about to leave the car and try to forget all about the experience when I saw both of them looking back at me in disbelief.

“So, we got you here out of the kindness of our hearts and you won’t even invite us in for a drink?” 12Pak said, looking me up and down.

“I can’t believe it too,” Chantal shook her head. “And these people say that we don’t have manners. Unbelievable”

I wanted nothing more than to get out of the car and forget about them ever exciting, but I knew that I couldn’t. It would’ve been better to play nice with them so one day I wouldn’t wake up to my windows being broken and my lawn covered in trash. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“You’re right, this was rude of me,” I said, trying to smile. “You should come inside so we can have a drink. And you both can meet my wife too”

They smiled wide, looking happy that I bend for them. I hoped that it would be the last time today I would need to do something like this. All three of us walked out of the car with me leading a way to the door. I hope Arielle would figure out how to act with them quickly before anything could happen.

“Here we are,” I said, opening the door and walking in.

“Wow, you really do have money,” Chantal said, looking around our spacious entrance with the stairs coming up. “We need to have floors like these in our house once we’re rich”

“We will, for sure baby,” 12Pak agreed with her. They both were looking around as if it was the first time they had ever seen a house like this and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I still remembered 12Pak’s words, the way he asked me for the bail money, but he didn’t seem to remember about it now. “So, where is your hot wife?”

As if knowing that they were waiting for her, Arielle started walking down the stairs. She looked stunt when she saw the black couple, but she quickly relaxed her face, looking at me. It didn’t make things much better, because she always looked like a raging bitch when her expression was neutral.

Her auburn hair was falling down her shoulders, making me think about Chantal’s cheap wig and how far it was from the real thing. She was dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra, which showed everyone how huge

exactly her breasts were. She always pride herself because they were all-natural, so she liked to show them off. Arielle was probably on her way to the yoga class, but unexpected visitors in our house made her freeze in place.

“Hi,” she said, looking at the couple, then turning to me. “You didn’t say that we’re going to have guests”

She walked down the stairs and stood next to me, probably hoping to look as intimidating as the other couple, but it was impossible. She was an inch taller than me, but still very small, which made us both look like children next to them.

“Sorry about that. Chantal and 12Pak, meet Arielle. They were nice enough to drive me here, so I thought we should at least offer them a drink,” I said, putting a hand around her waist, hoping that she won’t act out in front of them.

“That was very nice of you,” Arielle said with a polite smile. “You can go to the living room for now, while we prepare drinks and appetizers”

“Oh nice, that couch looks comfy!” Chantal said as they both moved there. I could see Arielle trying not to cringe as she watched them sit on our white couch. Then 12Pak put his feet on the coffee table and she cringed harder.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked me, her expression the same. She tried to keep her voice down and I was grateful for that. “Why did you bring them here?”

“You didn’t want to come to pick me up and they were pushing me to accept the offer. Do you think I wanted to get in the car with them and bring them here?” I was trying to keep it down too, but it made it so much harder to argue. I could see Chantal from the corner of my eye, as she was lifting the lamps and the vases, apprising them as if she was in a pawn shop. “Just calm down, okay?”

“How can I calm down when they’re acting like this?” she said, nodding at what was happening in the room. “Do you expect me to serve them drinks and play a nice host while they put their noses everywhere?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I need you to do!” I said, losing my patience. She was at fault, this happened because she didn’t want to get her ass to the police, so she needed to pay the price for that decision together with me. “It’s just a few hours and then we can have our life back and forget about them. Please, just play along”

Arielle rolled her eyes, before looking back at me.

“Fine! But you’ll be paying for the additional cleaning. I don’t want a single sign of them being here”

“Of course. Anything you need,” I nodded, happy that at least she wouldn’t cause a scene for now”

We went to the kitchen to quickly pick up the glasses, wine, and a few snacks. We weren’t really prepared for this turn of events, so I was planning on just winging it, hoping that things will get to the normal on their own.

Once we were back and put all of it on the table, Chantal instantly went to open the bottle. She emptied it completely into our glasses and put it on the floor.

“Here, come sit with us,” she said, as she moved away from 12Pak. Now both of them were sitting by the sides of the couch and Arielle and I were supposed to get in the middle. There was nothing I would want less, but there was no other choice left. Now my thigh was pressed to 12Pak’s and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

“Let’s drink for our meeting!” he said, grabbing the glass and putting it in the air.

“Yes, for the new friends,” Chantal echoed him.

We clinked our glasses and started drinking. While Arielle and I took a sip, the other two emptied their glasses and now were looking at us with surprise.

“Do you have more?” Chantal asked. It seemed like she was absolutely unfazed. ‘This thing was delicious”

“Yes, sure, let me bring it here!” Arielle said, standing up, but Chantal pulled her back.

“Just tell me where it is and I’ll get more. No need for you to serve us”

“It’s in the wine fridge. Just look down the kitchen island,” Arielle said in a weak voice, looking at Chantal going there and acting like she owned the place. I knew that it pained her, but there was nothing I could change.

When Chantal returned there were at least six bottles in her hands. I didn’t know how she was able to hold

them and I mentally calculated how much it all cost as she was putting them on the table.

“Now a real party can start,” she said, opening the next bottle and adding more to our glasses too. At this point, I knew that it was going to be a disaster.

One glass led to the other, the another and one more. I didn’t plan to drink much, barely taking a sip each time, but as soon as 12Pak noticed it he started to push me to drink more. He said that wive was a girls’ drink, so if I wanted to get something out of it I needed to drink a lot of it. So, I had to keep up with him.

It started getting to me soon, with my face flushing and my speech becoming slurred. 12Pak was telling me something about his amazing business idea, trying to convince me to get my money into it, but I was barely listening. I was for some reason more invested in what Arielle and Chantal were talking about.

“I like your hair,” Chantal said, playing with the strand of Arielle’s auburn hair. It looked like she was about to yank it out. “How much does it cost to keep it this color?”

“Oh, the color is natural,” Arielle laughed. She looked like she was having a lot of fun, but I was sure that the wine was to blame for that. She was acting a lot more open now and it made me a little worried. “I do go to the salon so they take care of the rest, so I’ll say about a thousand a month?”

“A thousand?” Chantal let out, almost screaming. “Babe, did you hear it? I would’ve just bought myself a

nice wig at this point. Instead, I’m forced to wear this shit”

She pulled on her own hair and I watched in horror as the cheap wig fell off her head, showing the cap she had underneath. Chantal looked at it with disgust, as if she wasn’t the one who put it on in the first place.

“You look lovely in it, I promise,” Arielle said. Years of being in the high society gave her skills of lying that couldn’t be matched. “You just need to work on it a bit, so it’ll look natural”

“No, no, it’s all trash!” she said, dropping it on the floor and almost stomping on it. “No one can look good in this shit”

“It’s not true,” 12Pak suddenly chimed in. Once I turned to him, I found myself looking right into his dark eyes. “I bet Cody can pull it off”

I let out a laugh that was probably too loud, but I didn’t care. This idea was ridiculous.

“He does have a soft feminine face,” Arielle said, nodding. I didn’t notice the moment she got on their side, but I didn’t like it one bit.

“Come on, put it on, let me see if you can rock it,” Chantal said, getting the wig off the floor and shoving it in my hands. I looked at the mess of red hair, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to be a clown for them, but it looked like I had no other choice. They all were pressuring me into this and I couldn’t fight all of them.

“Cody! Cody! Cody!” they started chanting, looking at me I wanted to just cover my face with my hands and don’t see them, but I didn’t want to look like a coward. So, reluctantly, I put it on.

The first thing I felt was long strands falling down my shoulders. The wig was straightened and the hair was going all the way down to my waist. There were bangs, that were irritating my forehead and I wanted to take them off immediately.

“Look at you,” 12Pak got up and pulled me up with him. I noticed Chantal pulling out her phone and wanted to lean for it, but he didn’t let me. He was holding me by the waist, close to him and it felt too intimate for my liking. “You look like a very pretty girl”

I didn’t like being called like this, being treated this way, but he was stronger and drunk, so I didn’t want to provoke him.

“Look at him, Arielle,” he said, putting his hand on my ass and squeezing. No one ever treated me this way and I wasn’t fully sure how to react. “Doesn’t your husband make a pretty girl?”

He turned me around, still hugging me by the waist. Now my ass was against the front of his pants and I could feel him lightly grinding on me. Arielle was laughing, and Chantal was too. Her phone was still out and it made me worried.

“So pretty,” Arielle laughed, almost splashing wine out of the glass.

It was enough! I moved away from him and tore the wig off my head. I was sick of these games. To my surprise, it seemed like 12Pak and Chantal realized it too. They were acting much calmer now and I could see them looking at each other, as Chantal got up.

“It was nice being here,” she said, getting her wig back and putting it on. “The wine was amazing”

“Yes, you guys are just great!” 12Pak said, walking to the exit. “Can’t wait to meet together again”

I wanted to say that there will never happen again, but it probably would’ve turned things to the worst, so I kept my mouth shut. I walked with them to the exit, hoping that it was it, that I will never see these two again and experience the same humiliation they just put me through.

Chantal was the first of them to get to the door and walk out, while 12Pak stayed with me next to the door. He looked at me as if expecting something, but I didn’t know what.

“Listen, not to be cheap, but your house is far away from ours, so it would’ve been fair if you paid for our gas”

So, he needed money. If that was the only thing he needed, it looked like I had an easy out. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a hundred bills, not wanting him to state the exact cost. He took it without batting an eye.

“Thanks, man. Talk to you soon!”

He left and I closed the door, breathing out. Finally, it was over and I won’t see him ever again.

“This was wild,” Arielle said, walking out of the living room.

“Yes, that’s right,” I said. I looked back at her, feeling a new burst of energy now that it was over. “Do you want to go upstairs together? I feel like I’m ready to get some loving”

Her expression didn’t change, she didn’t look too excited about it.

“Yes, why not?” she asked, getting to the stairs. Finally, everything was back to being right in my life. At least I hoped for it.

** *

I thought that what happened at my house was all over, that I was free from 12Pak and Chantal and would never see them again. Arielle thought so too – she would still remind me about what happened that day and act as if it was my fault, but she didn’t so much more. My legal troubles were almost over and I felt myself like a new man. I was appreciating my life and everything that I had a lot more after looking at how 12Pak and his girlfriend were acting and I was planning to put this new perspective on everything in my life.

It’s been a whole week since they were at our house and I was starting to calm down. All my fears seemed to be false and maybe, just maybe, that hundred was enough for them to leave us alone. After all, there was no way for them to scam us out of more.

I lived in this illusion for almost a week. My life went, as usual, I was coming to work, doing what needed to be done, and going home to Arielle and the food she ordered from the restaurant. But this normality didn’t live long.

It was almost time for me to return from work when I saw Arielle calling. When I answered she sounded as if she was trying to whisper, but there was still panic in her voice.

“Come here! Right now!” she said, making my heart raise.

“What happened?” I asked. “Do I need to call anyone else?”

“No! Just come here!” she almost screamed, ending the call.

I instantly dropped everything and went to my car. I didn’t know what happened, but my imagination was painting horrific pictures. What if there was a fire? What if someone got into our house and was keeping Arielle hostage? What if she was in danger? I didn’t know what to think and my hands were shaking on the wheel on my way there.

Finally, my house was in sight. It seemed all right and normal until I noticed a car in our driveway. It was 12Pak’s. I recognized it instantly and felt my heart beating fast. There were bags in the back seat and I didn’t know what any of that could’ve meant. I stopped my car and went inside, looking for the answers. The moment I opened the door and walked in I heard loud

voices coming from the second floor. I went there, expecting to see anything.

“Yes, I think this room will work for us,” Chantal said. I saw her looking inside our guest room, with 12Pak and Arielle looking inside as well.

“Hey!” I said, not knowing what was happening. “What is happening here?”

Seeing me, Arielle instantly went to stand by my side, even behind me, as if trying to hide from our guests. Her fingers were pressing into my shoulders and I could feel that she was nervous.

“They need a place to stay,” she let out quickly, with a nervous laugh.

I didn’t understand what it meant. Why would they come here? I didn’t offer them anything like that. It seemed like it was time for me to talk with 12Pak one on one and make things clear. I smiled at them, trying to keep the situation calm, but also thinking about how fast police can come here.

“Can I talk with you for a second?” I said, looking at 12Pak.

“Of course, man!” he said with a smile, as I pulled him to the side. I didn’t want women to hear what we were about to say. I hoped that he could be reasoned with, but maybe I would need to say something harsh to get him back to his senses.

“Listen, I am grateful that you helped me that time,” I said, using all the conversation skills I learned at my

corporate job. “And I did enjoy spending time with you, guys. But moving in? It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“But aren’t we good friends?” he asked, looking down at me. “I wanted to warn you that we were coming, but you didn’t leave me your phone”

I was starting to grow more and more annoyed. It was as if he didn’t want to understand what I was saying and that was pissing me off.

“This is not about the warning! You can’t just come to people’s houses and stay there, no matter the friendship. We can’t let you stay here, I’m sorry. I can help you to find another place, but this is all that I can do”

I was proud of myself. I stood next to a man bigger than me and still stood my ground, no matter how intimidated he looked. 12Pak was looking me up and down and for a moment I thought that he might’ve started respecting me, even if just a little, but I was wrong.

“Wow, so you don’t want your rich neighbors to see your broke black friends? I see how it is now,” he said, looking at me with disgust. At least he still acted calmly.

“It’s not that, we just don’t like to share our living space,” I tried to reason with him.

“Well, you might still need to,” he said with a wide smile on his face. He pulled a phone out of his pocket, opening something on it. “Take a look”

He started a video. Video where I stood next to him in Chantal’s wig, while he held me close and was

grinding his hips on me. I felt my cheeks turn red and my hands shake. I looked miserable and helpless, while he was doing it to me. Despite my suit, somehow I still felt feminine and I couldn’t even see myself as the same person.

“What do you think your neighbors and coworkers would say after seeing you like this?” he asked with a smile, as the video was going on repeat. “When they see you playing a girl and putting your pretty plump ass against my groin? I guess we will see, now that you proved yourself to be a shitty friend”

Fear, rage, shame – it all mixed together, making me feel weak and helpless. I couldn’t believe that this man was blackmailing me like this, shamelessly. He was the one who made me put a stupid wig on and now I had to pay for being too careless.

“What do you want for deleting this video?” I asked, looking at him. There were no more illusions. I saw this man for who he was – a cruel, scheming thug who wanted to take what wasn’t his.

“We’re going to stay here for a month and you’re going to feed us and buy me and my girl everything that we want. After that, I’ll delete everything that I have on you and leave. Sounds good?” he was smiling at me as he said it, knowing that I had no other option. I could either agree and let him use me and my wallet or become the laugh of the whole city with this video.

“Okay. But I want proves that it’s gone” “I’ll give them to you,” 12Pak said.

I felt angry when we returned to the women. I noticed Chantal’s hand on Arielle’s ass for a moment, but I didn’t pay too much attention to it. I came to her, putting a hand around her waist, hoping that her reaction wouldn’t be too severe.

“Honey, they’ll stay with us for a month. They really need it,” I told her while giving her a look, saying that I’ll explain everything later. “You can take this room if you like it. Use anything you want there”

“That’s so nice of you to let us stay,” Chantal said with a smile. I knew that she was onto it, that she knew what her husband used against me. “We really appreciate it”

They got their things into the room and started getting comfortable, as Arielle pulled me away, to where they couldn’t hear us. I didn’t know what to say, really. I needed her to participate and understand what was happening, so there was no better way to do it, other than by telling her the truth.

“What the hell was this? Why did you let them stay?” she asked, almost screaming at me. I understood her anger, but I also didn’t like that she thought that I couldn’t do anything I want in my house.

“They were filming the last time they were here,” I said it as it was. “And they threaten to release that tape of me. We agreed that they will delete it after a month here and we just need to wait. I promise, I’ll do anything you want after that, but for now, we need to wait”

Arielle laughed, looking like she was about to lose it.

“I need to tolerate them here because your prick is so tiny, you’re afraid that someone will think you get fucked by a black guy? Wow, that’s just amazing. I can’t believe I ever married someone like you”

She left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I didn’t know what will happen next, but I hoped that this all will be over soon. I just needed to wait and keep my head low, and they would leave us alone, there was no doubt.

The next week in our house was strange, to say the least. I was getting used to the presence of other people in my home and Arielle was doing the same. She refused to sleep in one bed with me, too angry that I allowed them to stay with us, but I wasn’t too nervous about it. I knew that once they were out of the house she’d return to me, asking for something and it all be good again.

I noticed that she started spending more time with Chantal and 12Pak. Every time I was going back home from work she would be talking with them, or being around them. I knew that it was in her nature – she always went with the crowd and, without me around, she was choosing to be with them. I noticed the way that Chantal and 12Pak were touching her sometimes, with possessiveness and some greed, but I didn’t pay much attention to that. I was trying to spend more time either at work or in my bedroom, getting away from them.

Chantal and 12Pak seemed to get used to living with us quite quickly. I woke up almost every night hearing the sounds of them having sex and they didn’t seem to

be bothered in the slightest by the fact that we could hear them. They were screaming and moaning and I wondered if that was what Arielle wanted from me. Did she want me to fuck her like this? As if she was just a cheap slut that I picked from the alley? Maybe I needed to try sometime and see how she reacts.

They were lounging around the house as if they were on vacation, dropping trash everywhere and leaving dirty dishes. On the second day of their stay, 12Pak asked me to give me my credit card and I had no other choice but to do it. I set up a limit, of course, but they were blowing through it very quickly. They got themselves a new wardrobe, phones, and watches. I just hoped that they’ll get tired of it soon enough.

By the end of the week, strange things started to happen. I noticed that Arielle was getting back to her room in the morning and when I asked her where she was, she would avoid the questions. She was becoming more and more friendly with the couple and it was making me worried. I knew that the truth would come out soon, but I didn’t want to be left in the dark.

The worst thing happened on the weekend when Arielle and Chantal decided to go shopping. My wife didn’t look too happy when they left and Chantal was grabbing her arm hard, but there was nothing I could do for her right now. 12Pak stayed at the house, watching the TV in the living room and drinking whiskey. He was buying the good stuff, I could tell by the purchases I could see placed on my card.

Once he saw me standing downstairs I felt uneasy. There was something in the way he looked at me that made me believe that this wasn’t going to end with anything good. Soon I learned that I was right to be afraid.

“Hey, man!” he said, getting up and walking to me. His eyes were running over my face and my body and it made me want to cover myself. I didn’t want to be afraid of him, but my body was reacting against my will. “There are only two of us here, right?”

“Yes, I guess so,” I said, sounding unsure. I didn’t know what he was leading to, but I knew that it couldn’t be anything good.

“Good. There was something I wanted to talk about with you for a while now. But let’s get upstairs, so I can show you what I want from you,” he looked at me with a smile and all my being knew that it wasn’t anything good. I tried to calm myself, thinking that it couldn’t be too bad, that he already got what he wanted from me. I just needed to get till the end of the month and it all will be over.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said, with my voice slightly shaking. I didn’t want to show 12Pak how much I didn’t want to stay alone with him, but I just couldn’t hide my reaction.

We went upstairs but, instead of leading me to a study, he walked me to his bedroom. I was the one to open the door and walk in first and the look of it slightly shocked me. There was underwear laying around, a sex

toy on the floor, and a pack of condoms on the bedside table. I didn’t know why he wanted to show me this, but 12Pak closed the door and stopped next to it, not giving me a way out.

“Since you were so good to us, me and Chantal decided to give you a present. Go see what we got you,” he pointed at the black bag that lay next to the window. My hands were shaking as I opened it and looked inside. I saw clothes, balloons, and hair.

“Don’t be shy, pull it out,” he laughed, nodding at the bed.

Still not knowing what to expect, I emptied the bag on the bed and looked more closely. There was a short red sequenced dress on the thin stripes, a long honey-blond wig styled into waves, black thongs that were just a triangle of fabric on the thin stripes, and high-heeled red shoes with open toes. Along with this were laying a couple of water-filled balloons connected together with a short rope.

I didn’t know what all of this was and why 12Pak thought that this could be a present for me, but I definitely didn’t want it. I looked back at him, hoping for an answer.

“I saw how much you liked wearing a wig, acting like a girl, so now it’s your chance to repeat it. Fell yourself like a pretty woman you are”

I felt myself shaking. No, he couldn’t mean it. I gave him everything that he wanted, he couldn’t also make me do this.

“No, I won’t let you humiliate me again!” I said firmly looking at him.

12Pak sighed, shaking his head.

“Do you forget about the video? You have only one choice here – either you put it all on or I release it to the public. You’ll lose a lot more than, let’s be honest”

I looked at him, then back at the pile of clothes. The thing he asked of me was insane, but I didn’t have a choice. Again. It wasn’t so bad, was it? Just a light dress-up, nothing more. After all, it won’t kill me. And after a few weeks, he would be gone and no one will know what I did for my freedom.

“Fine,” I said, swallowing hard. I grabbed everything in my hands and went in the direction of the bathroom. “Oh no, I want to see it,” 12Pak said, licking over his

lips. “The way you’ll turn from this to a pretty girl” Another level of humiliation. Another step I’d need

to take to save my dignity. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this man to play with me like this, but I needed to save myself from a bigger shame.

I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing me do it slowly, so I was taking my clothes off as fast as I could. I tried not to look at him, but the glances I was catching were enough. He looked at me as if I was a piece of meat and I didn’t like it.

I hesitated before pulling down my underwear. My penis was small and awkward looking with a thin shaft and a big head. It was also only two inches right now and I didn’t want to feel even more ashamed.

I pulled thongs on as fast as I could, feeling a strange sensation of the stripe going in my ass crack. The dress wasn’t easy to put on either. It was tight and without a zipper, so I had to wiggle around in it until it was fully on. It ended just down my ass and I could feel it hiking up every time I moved. When I put balloons over my neck and pushed them down the cut, to create cleavage, the dress got tight there too. The last step was to put on a wig. I pulled it over my head awkwardly, not knowing how it looked. I stepped into the shoes, feeling how wobbly they made me, and looked at 12Pak.

“Are you happy now?” I asked, not knowing how to feel. I was humiliated, emasculated, and he was just smiling at me.

“Look at you,” he got closer. “Don’t you look sexy?”

He came behind me, making me let out a yelp as he grabbed me over my waist and pulled me closer to the mirror. Even in the heels, I was still shorter than him and definitely weaker. Now I could take a better look at myself, as he was adjusting my dress, my boobs, and my wig. I looked ridiculous with my hairy chest and legs wearing all of this and I felt helpless. This man could do anything he wanted with me as long as he had this video and I would let him. It was scary and wrong, but I could do nothing about it.

“So sexy,” 12Pak said, breathing in my neck. He was playing with the wig, touching the balloons, and going down to squeeze my ass. I tried to move away from him,

but I wasn’t in the winning position. “I think I’m going to rub myself over your tight full ass”

“No!” I screamed as he pushed me to the bed. I fell to the floor like a broken toy, not able to stand in heels. Before I could get up he was already close, throwing me on the bed so now my chest and face were pressed against the mattress. He was pushing me down and I had no strength to fight him. I felt his hands pulling the dress up, cold air touching the skin on my ass.

“Make sure to shave next time. All of yourself,” he said and I could hear the zipper of his pants opening. I froze in place, scared of what was about to come. “Now be a good girl and let me take what I need”

“Stop!” I screamed, already feeling his cock, hot, heavy, and thick laying in the crack of my ass. “I didn’t agree on this!”

“So you want me to release the video so you can be famous as a local cross-dresser?” he asked, stopping. I felt myself shaking. I couldn’t let him use me like this, I couldn’t allow it to happen... but I also can’t let him ruin my whole life because of one small mistake. It wouldn’t be so bad, right? He’ll just rub it against me and that’s it. I could try and forget about it later.

“Just do it,” I let out, feeling weak and helpless. “And don’t put it in”

“Slut with principals?” he laughed. “I liked this”

He pressed my ass cheeks close to his shaft. He was huge, bigger than I ever imagined cock being. He was moving fast against me and for a moment I got scared

that in these motions he could forget about what we agreed on and try to push it in my ass. I certainly couldn’t take it, it would’ve torn me apart.

He pushed me down harder, keeping me down, as he took his pleasure between my cheeks. Finally, after a time that felt like an eternity, he groaned, spilling his cum all over my ass and my legs. I felt it hot and thick over me, wondering how there could be this much of it. I felt dirty and used once he got up and let me move. It was still leaking down my legs and I needed a shower quick.

“Your ass is fine, I’ll give you that,” 12Pak laughed. “But you aren’t very smart, aren’t you?”

I got up, took the shoes off, and looked at him. I didn’t know what he meant.

“Smile to the camera, sweety,” he said, pointing to the web camera standing on his bedside table. I felt cold. I could’ve somehow justified the last one because there was only a wig on me, but now it was much worse. He had proof that I’m dressing like a woman and that I let him use my ass. It was terrible, it was a catastrophe.

“What do you want?” I asked him, feeling like I was about to cry from how cruel it all was.

“Same thing. You let us have fun and you give us more money. And then, maybe, we will leave you alone,” he said, smiling at me. “Think about it while you wash my cum off your ass”

I left his bedroom, feeling worse than ever before as if my world has fallen apart. I just hoped that he would

keep his word and will only take more money from me and nothing more. As I walked to my bedroom I heard the noises from the living room. It was Chantal’s voice, and she was moaning between them.

“That’s right, white bitch! Lick my pussy good,” he was laughing. I realized at that moment, that I wasn’t the only one in this house being used by this terrible couple. At least me and Arielle were going through this together. But I couldn’t worry about her, while I could feel cum drying on my skin. We would talk about it later.

** *

It took me some time to get back to my senses after what happened that day with me and 12Pak. I felt violated, I felt destroyed by what he did to me and I also felt angry. I couldn’t believe that he used his power over me to get me into a deeper trap than the one that was already set up. I knew that he wasn’t that simple, that he already used blackmail against me, but I really didn’t have anything I could do against him. I was just overpowered by him.

He didn’t let me forget about what happened, not even for a day. He was acting the same way when we were all together, but as soon as we were out of the sight of women he would put his hand under my shirt or inside my pants, reminding me, that I needed to shave. He made me so paranoid with his constant touching,

scared that he would do it in front of anyone, that I had to actually do what he told me.

The next time he got his hand under my shirt, touching my chest and making me shiver, he smiled. I felt uneasy, ever since I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, but especially now.

“I see you were a good girl and did what I asked from you,” he laughed, pulling his hand away.

“Stop it!” I demanded, looking at him. “I already give you what you want, so stop torturing me. You know that I didn’t want to do it, you made me do it, so stop this and don’t touch me without my permission anymore!”

I was angry and hurt. I didn’t want to have this many even close to me ever again. He needed to realize that yes, maybe he had it over my head and I was giving him my house and my money, but that didn’t mean that he owed me.

“Oh, so if you’re going to ask me then this is going to be okay?” he said with a laugh. “Okay, I’ll take it into account”

Arielle was acting weird too. She was looking pale and lifeless all the time when I was around, but the moment there were Chantal or 12Pak nearby she was becoming alive and talking their ears off. I still didn’t ask her about what happened between her and Chantal that day that I heard them downstairs and she still was a little bit mad at me, so I didn’t want to push. I knew that the truth would come out eventually, I just needed to wait.

My life was more than weird now – I was going to work, acting as if nothing changed and I was still the same confident person that could rule other people, but in my own house I felt like a prisoner, one that could be bent over and used by another man. At least 12Pak didn’t try to do anything like this again, but it didn’t leave me hopeful. The dress, the shoes, the wig, and cum-covered panties were still in my closet, shoved into the corner. I didn’t want why I saved them, but something was calming in me knowing that they couldn’t use them against me again.

I knew that this night would be different the moment I stepped inside the house. Chantal was already waiting for me at the door, with a wide smile on her face. Ever since she moved in and started spending my money she gained a bit more weight and her ass became even heavier. She seemed to show it off any way she could by wearing tiny dressed that was almost see-through on her.

“Finally you’re here!” she said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me into the living room. “We were about to have a movie night”

“Movie night?” I asked, trying to remember if they said anything about it before. The thing was, I knew that there was something fishy about it. They were using us for everything that we were worth and it couldn’t be just a nice gesture, it was simply impossible.

“Yes, the night when we’re watching movies. Come on, you’re going too slow, we have everything set up!”

she was almost dragging me to the living room and I knew that it couldn’t be anything good.

When we walked in it did look like a typical movie night – Arielle was already sitting on the couch next to 12Pak, there was a pop-corn and drinks on the table and the light was turned on. There was something paused on the TV and I guessed it wasn’t going to be just some movie, these two prepared something special for us, so they could torture us once again.

“Good, now everyone is in place!” 12Pak said as we all sat together. It was a tight fit – I sat between Chantal and 12Pak and they both were pressing to me with their bodies. I felt suffocated almost, but they didn’t seem to care. They learned already that if they wanted something in this house they were getting it. “Tonight is a special night. We noticed that the two of you weren’t spending as much time together as a married couple should, so we decided to enlighten each of you about what the other one was doing. So, look at the screen”

Chantal hit play and the room instantly became filled with the sound of moans, whimpers, and groans. I was looking with my eyes wide open at the screen where my wife was having sex with two people.

Arielle was fully naked and laying on her back. Her full breasts were in the full view and constantly being touched by Chantal and 12Pak. Her areolas and big hard nipples were bright-pink from all the teasing. She was laying across the bed, with her legs wide open and there, between them, was standing 12Pak. I could see perfectly

his giant thick cock thrusting inside her. He was no less than eleven inches, with a thick shaft that was only getting thicker to the base. His balls were huge too, hanging in the air as he fucked my wife. I couldn’t imagine how Arielle could so easily take him without tearing up.

Chantal was on top of the bed and on top of Arielle’s face. She was grabbing her by the hair hard and pushing her whole face against her pussy, as she grind her hips. She was moaning, tugging harder, and at some point, I was sure she’ll tear a piece of Arielle’s hair.

For a moment I turned away from the screen and looked at my wife. She looked pale as she turned to me, biting her lips. I didn’t know if she wanted it or if she was forced to do it, but she didn’t look happy that it got taped, that was for sure. Now she was blackmailed too, just like I was.

“Doesn’t she look lovely?” Chantal laughed, as I saw her finishing herself off on the screen and sitting fully on Arielle’s face. 12Pak was fucking her harder until I saw him pulling out and cumming all over Arielle’s stomach. Her pussy was gaping from his cock. “And now our next clip”

I already knew what it was going to be, but it didn’t help me much. There wasn’t any amount of preparation that could help in this situation. Yes, it was that video of me and 12Pak when he made me put on a dress as he ground his cock over me. I saw myself, being pushed against the be, with him moving against me, as I lay

there, helpless and pathetic. I didn’t want to look at it, so I turned away, looking at Arielle.

She looked shocked at first, but soon I saw something different in her eyes. Some interest, curiosity. She saw me being treated like this and she didn’t feel sorry, she wanted to see more of me being abused. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but she didn’t turn away for a second, she watched till the moment he cummed all over my ass, leaving me dirty and messy.

“Now both of you know what the other one was doing all this time,” Chantal laughed. “isn’t it interesting?”

“You need to stop this!” I almost screamed, getting up and looking at them. “What more can you want? I gave you a place to live, I gave you money and you still do this to us! Why?”

12Pak looked at Chantal, then at the quiet Arielle.

“Well, we do it mostly because we can. And also because you need to be kept in check,” he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Screw you! I’m not going to do it any longer!” Arielle screamed, getting up and standing next to me.

“Be quiet, girl,” Chantal warned her. “Do you remember what you told me? That it was the first time in a while you were able to finish, because your husband’s penis is just too tiny”

“I think both of you are acting ungrateful,” 12Pak said, making my jaw drop. It was the last thing that I

expected to hear from him. “I think you need to be punished, so you can remember your place”

“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Chantal laughed, looking at us, while Arielle and I were trying to figure out what to do. “You’re going to shave your wife’s hair, so both of you learn your lesson”

I was about to refuse, but Arielle did it first.

“No way, he won’t be touching my hair! I won’t let you!”

12Pak looked at us as if we were just nasty children that didn’t want to eat our vegetables.

“You can get your hair shaved or we will release this for everyone to see, so they know there are two sluts living in this house. The choice is yours”

We looked at each other. I could tell that Arielle was about to cry, but there really was no choice. Both of our lives would’ve been destroyed if she didn’t agree to that. Finally, she nodded.

“Just do it”

Still feeling uneasy, I went to get the hair clipper. Arielle was already sitting at the chair, with Chantal and 12Pak observing us. I turned it on, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, starting to cut her auburn locks.

It was going slower than I hoped. I could see Arielle looking at me with her face not expressing any emotions, as she was becoming bold. I hoped that she would forgive, that it would become easier, but I was losing

hope in it. These two were gaining more and more power over us and I hated it, but couldn’t do anything about it.

Finally, it was done. Arielle touched her hair, shaking slightly.

“It’s okay, darling, I’m going to give you one of my wigs,” Chantal said, taking Arielle by the hand and taking her away.

I was looking down at the pile of hair at my feet. 12Pak smiled, seeing it.

“I think it would’ve been a good color for you,” he said, looking down. “Go get them in the bag. We’re going to make a new wig for you”

** *

The day had come. I knew that it will happen sooner than later, but I still wasn’t morally prepared when it happened. 12Pak and Chantal had a habit of leaving me alone for a while before their big events. Of course, they would still treat me like shit and tell me what to do, they would still smack my ass while I was coming by and call me a pretty girl, but it was nothing in comparison to everything else they could do to me. I saw their twisted minds at work and I would never want to experience that again.

On that day 12Pak looked especially excited. He was watching me, as I was making myself breakfast, as if ready to attack. I knew that he had something on his mind and just hoped that he wasn’t planning to get his

cock anywhere near me again. He had enough blackmail as it was, so he didn’t really need more of that.

“Your package has arrived,” he said, walking inside the house with a few packages in his hand. It was a usual picture these days – he ordered a lot of stuff that I paid for, starting with the clothes and ending with rare chewing candies. “Are you going to come with me and look what’s inside?”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked, feeling a little tired. I knew that he was in charge right now with everything that he had on me and Arielle, but I still couldn’t help but talk back. It was the only way I could fight back and I wasn’t about to stop doing it.

“Now really,” he laughed loudly. “Let’s go”

I didn’t really want to get back into his room, remembering what happened there the last time, but I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. As we were going up the stairs I looked in the living room. Chantal and Arielle were both sitting there, chatting like good friends. My wife was wearing one of those cheap blond wigs that didn’t look like natural hair at all. Ever since the moment I cut her hair, it felt like something changed inside her. Now, instead of being with me against them, she was spending more and more time with 12Pak and Chantal and she seemed genuinely enjoying it. I couldn’t forget Chantal’s words that it felt better for Arielle to have sex with them than with me. Maybe she choose the other side and now I was on my own?

I didn’t have much time to think about it now that I had my own problem – 12Pak and the packages in his hands. He was smiling and looking back at me almost all the time and I knew that it was definitely something bad for me. We didn’t turn to get into his room, instead of coming to mine. He dropped the packages on my bed and started opening them, tearing the boxes with his bare hands.

The first thing he opened was a pair of shoes. They were black and the heel wasn’t as high as on the previous ones that he made me wear, but it didn’t make me any happier. The next one had a wig inside. It was one made out of Arielle’s hair and I was surprised it returned so fast. It was shorter than her cut was, probably going to the shoulders. The wig was styled with big curls and bangs. Another package he opened had a pair of almost real-looking boobs inside. They were full, with bright-pink-hard nipples and the back of them looked like they could possibly be glued on. The final thing that he pulled out was a costume. It was cheap and looked like something you could get on the Hallowing to not spend too much money.

“Do you like it?” 12Pak laughed, showing it to me.

It was a maid costume. It consisted out of a dress made out of shiny black material with a saw in a white apron. It was short, with a wide skirt and a deep cut on the chest where the buttons were. It looked like something out of a porn film and I had no desire to wear it.

“No,” I said instantly, shaking my head. “I’m not going to”

“But you’d look so pretty in it,” he laughed, putting it all on the bed. “Think about it again – you can wear this pretty dress and be the sexiest made in the house”

“Stop it! I can’t take it anymore!” I said, feeling my hands shaking. “You’re not going to dress me into this”

“Of course, I won’t,” he said, making me stop for a moment. “You’re going to put it on and play a good obedient maid. Because otherwise I’ll let anyone around here know what kind of slut you are and they will come here wanting a piece of your ass. Did you get me?”

I swallowed hard, thinking about what he said. It was the same dilemma, over and over again – he was holding all that blackmail over my head and I had to consider every time what I needed more – to be safe in my home or be safe outside where people didn’t know what I was doing here? I sighed, already knowing what choice I’ll make.

“Good,” 12Pak said, seeing that I was ready to give up. “Now put it on and get to the first floor”

He left the room, leaving me one on one with the things that were about to make me into an even more laughable creature than I was before. I took my clothes off, about to transform myself into a maid.

The breasts were surprisingly easy to put on, but I could already imagine what a pain in the ass it would be to get them off. The costume went with the pair of cheap-looking mesh thongs and they made me itch

instantly as I put them on. The dress itself wasn’t that bad – it was tight on my chest and it showed my false boobs, but at least my ass wasn’t as tightly packed inside it. Finally, it was time to put a wig on. It sat nicer than the ones I had on before, but it made me sick to think that I had Arielle’s hair on my head. I took a look in the mirror, as I stepped into my shoes. It was way too real and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to come out there looking like this, but it wasn’t up to me to decide.

Carefully, I started walking downstairs, hearing male voices that I didn’t hear before. I stopped, but it was too late – 12Pak saw me. There were four more black men, built exactly like him, standing close to him and I didn’t like it at all.

“Meet my new maid guys,” he said, pointing at me. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“Hope I have a chance with her,” one of them said, making everyone laugh.

I stopped in my tracks, but I knew that I couldn’t turn back now. I walked down, meeting face to face with 12Pak.

“There are drinks and snacks in the kitchen. You’re going to serve them to us and maybe you won’t get your ass owned. Got it?” he said, leaning closer to me and grabbing my ass.

“Got it,” I said, shaking.

These men could do anything they wanted with me and he wouldn’t stop them, I just knew it. It meant that I needed to be more careful than ever. I wouldn’t want to

be targeted by them the way I was by 12Pak. I watched them walk into the living room where they were greeted by Arielle and Chantal, hoping that this night wouldn’t be too horrible.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a tray, and put glasses and bottles on it, hoping that I won’t slip in my new shoes. I made my way back to the living room, hoping to stay as invisible as it was possible, but it was almost impossible. Everyone was looking at me as I put the drinks down and I instantly went away, hoping that they won’t get too drunk.

I kept walking back and forth, bringing new drinks and snacks and taking back the empty plates. I noticed that the men were getting closer and closer to Arielle and she had nothing against it. She was laughing and talking with them and I wondered if it might’ve been what she really wanted all the time.

The next time I stayed in the kitchen for a little longed and when I came back Arielle was already half-naked and shared between the men. Her top was pulled down to her stomach, her breasts hanging in the air as someone was touching them. Her pants were taken off too and I could see one of the men using her mouth, while the other was inside her pussy. She was moaning, enjoying it and I couldn’t stand to look at it.

“Don’t worry, she’s just having fun,” 12Pak laughed. “Maybe you should get some too”

I almost ran to the kitchen, feeling my heart raising. I didn’t want to see it or to be a part of it. I wanted them

to stop, to leave me alone, but it wasn’t happening, I just knew it. He wanted me humiliated and destroyed so I’ll give them more.

I heard steps behind my back and turned around. I could still see Arielle being shared in the living room, but what made me more nervous was the way 12Pak was getting closer to me. There was something weird about his smile and I didn’t like it.

“She’s getting all of her holes stuffed,” he said, looking at me. I couldn’t escape him, he already pushed me against the kitchen island and I could feel his cock pressing to my stomach through his pants. He put a hand on my fake breasts, massaging them. “You need to put in some work too”

“No, you can’t do this to me,” I said, looking up at him, as his hands went to lay on my ass.

“I can do anything I want with you because you’re my little bitch,” he said harshly, showing me that it wasn’t a joke.

He moved away, unzipping his pants and putting them down before he pulled out his cock. I didn’t see him this close before and I felt terrified. He was giant and uncut, his tip looked thicker than my wrist. I didn’t know what he planned to do, but it definitely wasn’t anything good.

He put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down hard, making me get to my knees. He was closer now and I could smell his cock, his skin almost touching my

mouth. I felt tears coming to my eyes and I knew it was going to feel terrible.

“Open wide now,” he said harshly and I knew that it was a threat.

I felt myself shameful and angry when I opened my mouth for him and it only turned worse once 12Pak pushed his tip in my mouth. I felt my mouth filling in, the corners of my lips hurting from how wide I had to open for him. I couldn’t stand the taste of him in my mouth, the way his tip was moving over my tongue, but it was happening anyway.

He held my head in one place and moved his hips, pushing his cock inside and out. I was gagging around him, not used to something this big inside and he seemed to like it.

“Take it, little slut,” he laughed, pushing deeper, almost into my throat. “I’m going to make you the biggest whore in this town”

He used my mouth for a little more, making me feel all the pain and humiliation that came with it, until he groaned, pulling out and started spilling right on my face. Some of it got in my mouth before I closed it and I couldn’t take the smell out. The thick hot liquid was going down my face to my chest and I just wanted it to stop. My dress was ruined too and I didn’t regret it at all.

“Good girl,” he just said, turning away and leaving me on my knees.

At this point, I knew that it was only a matter of time until he will decide to fuck me in the ass.

** *

Since that day Arielle was fully on their side. It seemed so weird to me that she was going through the same things I was and yet she was far more open to joining the shitty people instead of getting into an alliance with me. Maybe our sex was really that bad that she needed to find relief with other people, with a crowd of people that would fuck her all the way she needed to?

After the part was over 12Pak made me clean the living room, while still wearing my cum-stained maid costume. It was disgusting – there were fluids everywhere and I didn’t want to think where all of them came from. At least he allowed me to use the gloves while I was wiping it all off with water. Arielle didn’t say a word about it to me like I didn’t deserve an explanation. She just got closer to the couple and was acting just the way they were.

Now it was even harder for me to be at home, knowing that there was no one there to have my back, only people that were ready to stub me there. It was also hard to deal with the memories of the abuse that I went through.

The corners of my lips were hurting on the next day after 12Pak made me suck his cock. I still couldn’t believe that it happened, that he used me like this, but after all that happened before it seemed like the only logical next step. I didn’t want it to happen, I didn’t want

any of it to happen, but somehow I ended up in this situation and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t stand being with them in one house anymore, I needed to find some solution and I needed to find it quick.

“It’s been a month,” I said to 12Pak the next morning when we were in the kitchen. He gave me a long look, as if not understanding what I meant. “You said that you’ll delete the video and leave me alone after a month. I hope that you’re going to keep your promise”

He turned to me fully, looking me up and down, as if deciding were my words even worth an answer. He was holding himself as if he was the head of this house when in reality he didn’t own anything. I was supposed to be in charge, but he took it away from me, turning me into his little bitch. Still, I had hope that he would keep his word and leave me alone.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” he nodded. “But since I have so many other things on you now, I have one more condition and then I’ll delete them all”

I didn’t like the way he said it, but I needed to at least ask what it was, so I can make the decision.

“What condition?” I asked, trying to stand my ground.

12Pak came closer to me, putting his hand on the table next to me, leaning over, trying to intimidate me.

“I’ll let you go free, but before that, I’ll need you to get dressed like the prettiest of girls and then come to me. Then you’ll ask me to fuck your tight ass and then, once I’m done with you, I’ll do what you ask from me”

I shiver. I knew that it was coming, I knew that he would try to humiliate me more, once again, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. I didn’t want to do it, of course, I just wanted to get free, but knowing him for so long I knew that 12Pak would not take his words back. If he asked me for it he wouldn’t accept anything else. The question was if I was ready to pay for my freedom with my ass.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, shaking my head. “Why do all of this?”

“Because I take what I want,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. “And now I want you to beg”

That was it. I had to give him what he wanted or be a prisoner forever, there was no other way. Feeling even more helpless than ever before I went to my room. I couldn’t accept that I was about to do it, that I would allow 12Pak to do it with me, but I didn’t see any other way out of this. At the end of the day, I was just paying the price of my freedom, even if it was this big.

I spend some time alone with myself before someone knocked on the door. It was Arielle. She brought something in the bag and part of me didn’t want to know what it was.

“12Pak said you needed something pretty to wear, so I found this,” she said with a smile, dropping it on the bed. “What is the occasion?”

I looked at her not believing my eyes. She was a completely different person now and I didn’t know what

to think about it. Maybe she was like this all the time we were together and I just didn’t notice.

“I’m going to get our freedom back. Buy it back from him,” I said looking at her. “So we both can get back to our life”

“But this is our life,” she said, shaking her head. “This is what I like and what I want, okay? So no need to make this sacrifice for me”

She left the room without letting me say a word. It was time to get dressed and I didn’t know if I was prepared for it. All the times before 12Pak forced himself on me and now he wanted me to ask for it and this was completely different.

When I opened the bag and pulled out what was inside I recognized the thing instantly. It was Arielle’s old Halloween costume that she wore in college. It was a sexy bunny one, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. It was a black bodysuit with a tiny ruffled skirt around the waist that still wasn’t covering the ass. There were no stripes on it, so it was supposed to hold only on the chest, where they put a small white bow. Along with it were going white lacy gloves and black years on the band. There was also a few makeup items inside, probably another request from 12Pak.

I felt sick while getting ready for the meeting. I didn’t want to do it, my mind and body were protesting against it, but I didn’t see any other way out for me. I glued the breasts back on my chest, getting used to their weight on me. The wig was the same one, made out of Arielle’s

hair. Once I put a suit on I realized that my penis was slightly visible through the fabric on the crotch because of how tight it was, but it wasn’t too bad. I put the ears on and started doing my makeup.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I just tried to repeat what I saw Arielle doing – cover my eyelashes in some mascara, put on some blush and lipstick. I thought that I looked ridiculous like this, but it didn’t matter in the end. This would be the last time I’ll be acting in this role.

I was still shaking as I went to knock on 12Pak’s door. He opened fast, probably expecting me there, and smiled.

“There is something you want to ask, right, shy bunny?” he asked with a laugh. I swallowed hard, hoping that this would be the end of it.

“I want you...” my voice suddenly went weak. “I want you to fuck me in the ass”

He smiled wide, pulling me inside.
“That’s all that I wanted to hear”
I wasn’t able to really process anything as he threw

me on the floor. I laid on my back, still trying to realize what was going on, as 12Pak got on top of me and started taking the bodysuit off. He was in the rash, palming me anywhere he could reach, tearing the fabric, until I was under him only wearing ears, gloves, and shoes. I heard myself sobbing in fear as he unzipped his pants and I knew it was going to be painful.

“Come here, little bunny, let me show you a good time,” he groaned, pulling my legs onto his chest and

pressing his cock to my asshole. I looked down, at his giant cock, then at my small, flaccid pink prick. And at that moment he entered me.

I screamed, feeling his thick tip entering me, trying to make his way deeper inside my asshole. I felt like I was being torn apart from him, and I knew it was only the start. The harder he was going the more painful it became. I whimpered and sobbed, as my asshole was getting stuffed with his thick cock and he didn’t really care.

“Scream louder, bitch! Show me how much you like it!”

I closed my eyes, feeling him slamming into me, despite my body trying not to let him. I didn’t know how much I took inside my asshole, but it felt like a baseball bait making its way inside me, stretching me out.

12Pak put his whole weight on me, his cock moving faster. I could only hope that my asshole was tight enough to make him cum fast. I almost couldn’t breath and already couldn’t scream, when I felt him filling me up. His cum was making my insides tingle and I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, it was over. He wasn’t in the hurry to pull out his cock, but it was still a win for me.

“I did it!” I said through the tears. “You’re going to destroy it all and leave now, right?”

12Pak looked at me with a gentle smile, caressing my face.

“You’re such a dumb bitch, Bunny. Now, that I have your ass, I’m never going to leave”

I felt terror freezing me in place, knowing that it was true. He never even planned to leave me alone. I breathed in, feeling his cock starting to move inside my asshole again. It looked like I would need to get used to this feeling.