Been Caught Cheating Chapter 3

"I hope you learned your lesson. There are things worse than having to wear some girl's clothes and be like us. I can make you get fucked like us. And if you keep being a little bitch, I'll make sure you get fucked like that till you die or you kill yourself. YOU GOT THAT WHORE?"

I shook my head yes as I cried. Realizing that it was all real and not a dream, that it all had really happened to me, and because Heather had wished it so. She then stuck something else into my IV and said "goodnight bitch." Afterwards the room went black and I was only left to dream of freedom.

When I wake up, I found that I was soundly in bed, in pink flannel pajamas wearing pink panties. I wasn't hooked up to anything but I still had the corset, chastity device and butt plug. Without being told to do so, I got up, peed, showered, lotioned up, dressed in an a nice blue panties, blue skirt, white blouse, strappy heels, and my gold jewelry. Then did my make-up, fixed my wig, and after a few squirts of perfume, strutted my ass into the kitchen. In the fridge was another shake. After enjoying my breakfast, I went on to my chores. This life that I feared was a lot better then the faint dream like state of rape I had. To let me know it was real, I later found a few pictures of dicks in my mouth while I had a blindfold on. The dates on the pictures were only a few days sold. This scared me straight or more so into servitude, as I would do anything for my girlfriend, and ANYTHING to not be mouth and ass rapped again. I only wondered how long this would continue. I had to return to work soon, and I couldn't go dressed as I was. At least I hoped not.