Daddy's Girl

"I . . . I am a bitch." The boy sobbed.

"Whose bitch are you?" Zeke demanded.

"I am Daddy's bitch."

"Who owns you?"

"Daddy owns me."

"When Daddy fucked you last night, his cum transformed you. Your ass is now my pussy. And you ain't got a cock. That little thing between your legs is too pathetic to be a cock. You got a clit, right girl?"

"I have a clit, Daddy."

"Daddy has a real cock. You're going to learn to love and worship Daddy's cock. You're going to be a slave to Daddy's cock. Right, bitch?"

"I am Daddy's cock-slave."

"Good girl. We need to get cleaned up now and go get some breakfast."

Breakfast

They showered and dressed and walked down to the truck-stop restaurant. On the way, Zeke checked the weather report. Conditions were clearing up, but it looked like they would have to spend one more night in the motel. All the rooms were full now and Zeke greeted some of his old trucker friends as they made their way to a booth. Ruby came over carrying a pot of coffee to wait on them.

"Morning, Zeke." She smiled. "You gents sleep okay?"

"Didn't do much sleeping, Ruby. But it sure was nice." Zeke smiled.

"What can I get you for breakfast?"

"I'll have the steak and eggs with a side of pancakes. My girly-boy here will have a orange juice and a bowl of fruit-loops."

Ruby chuckled. "What's your boy's name?"

"Chrissie."

"He don't look much like a Chrissie."

"By the end of the day he will. That Wal-Mart across the highway open?"

"Yeah. Ain't nobody shopping cause of the storm. But I reckon you can get real personal service today. Let me go order up your breakfast."

As Ruby walked towards the kitchen counter, Zeke wrapped his arm around Chrissie and pulled him close. In between sips of his coffee, Zeke ministered to Chrissie, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears, massaging his chest and tweaking his nipples, sliding his hand between Chrissie's legs and fondling his hard little cock. Chrissie just closed his eyes and laid his head back on Zeke's shoulder. He began to whimper with pleasure as Zeke concentrated all his efforts on the boy's cock. Chrissie came at the same time breakfast came. His pants were wet and cum-stained as he sat next to Zeke and ate his fruit loops.

After breakfast, Zeke rose from the booth and held out his hand to Chrissie. "C'mon, baby, let's go shopping."

"Maybe I should just leave now, Daddy? Maybe you're done with me?" Chrissie asked timidly.

"What are you?" Zeke demanded.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie said quietly, eyes downcast.

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Daddy."

"Who makes decisions for you?"

"You do, Daddy."

"Damn straight! This ain't no game. You're my property now; to do with as I please. Now take my hand and get your ass out a that booth."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm going to have to punish you later for questioning me, bitch. Now let's go."

Zeke led Chrissie by the hand to the register. While Ruby processed his card, Zeke let his hand wander down to Chrissie's ass, caressing and squeezing his firm little cheeks. Chrissie could feel the eyes of the truckers on her as Zeke possessively played with her ass. Zeke paid. They left.

Shopping for Clothes

Zeke led Chrissie by the hand across the highway to the Wal-Mart. Because of the snow storm, the store was practically empty. But Chrissie could feel the eyes of the clerks watching them as Zeke led her by the hand to the women's section in the store. Zeke led Chrissie over to a sales girl. The girl looked like a teenager. She wore her uniform provocatively tight. With the heavy make-up she wore, she looked like a little tart.

"Can I help you, Sir?" She asked Zeke.

"What's your name, honey?" Zeke responded.

"Linda."

"Well, Linda, this here is my little girly-boy, Chrissie. Chrissie is a little sissy-slut; but she ain't got no clothes appropriate for a sissy. I'm hoping you can help me dress her to look the part. If you do, there's a nice big tip for your help."

"I can sure help you." Linda giggled. "'Especially for a nice tip. What you got in mind for Chrissie to wear?"

"Why don't we take Chrissie into a dressing room and strip her so you can see what you got to work with." Zeke suggested.

"Sure thing, honey." Linda giggled and led them into the dressing area. There was no one else there, so they had the area all to themselves.

"Okay, strip, bitch." Zeke commanded Chrissie.

"In front of her, Daddy?'

"Are you disobeying me?" Zeke demanded.

"No, Daddy." Chrissie said with downcast eyes. The boy stripped down and stood there in front of Zeke and Linda.

"Why don't we start with panties and stockings?" Zeke asked. "I like lace and I like satin. Probably need white, and pink, and black."

"Sure thing," said Linda. She was back in a flash with a variety of panties that Chrissie embarrassingly tried on. They settled on seven pair and Zeke instructed Chrissie to keep the pink lace panties on to wear for the day.

While Zeke was deciding on the panties, Linda picked out stockings for Chrissie to wear. Zeke decided on a couple pair of sheer nylons and a few pair of thigh-high striped stockings in various pastel colors. Linda picked out a nice garter belt for the nylons and brought back a selection of camisoles for Chrissie to try. Now Chrissie stood there attired in pink lace panties, a pink camisole that covered her pecs, but ended above her midriff, and thigh-high pastel pink and white stockings. For the next hour, Chrissie tried on a variety of mini-skirts, blouses, sweaters, mini-dresses and pants. Zeke made his final selections and then completed Chrissie's ensemble for the day: a sleeveless pink blouse and a pair of pink stretch pants. Linda then led them to the shoe department. Chrissie could feel all eyes staring at him as Zeke led him by the hand across the store. Chrissie was so self-conscious that trying on shoes was agonizing. But after about twenty minutes, Zeke had selected shoes. Chrissie was now wearing a pair of light brown leather boots lined with pink fur, the fur spilling out of the top to form a fringe.

"Shit! She's starting to look like the little sissy she is. Good job, Linda. Now, where can we get her ears pierced?"

"Follow me, hon." Linda smiled and led them to the jewelry section.

In just a few minutes, Chrissie had two little gold letter "Z" earrings dangling from her newly-pierced ears.

"How about some make-up for her, Linda?" Zeke asked.

"Follow me." Linda replied.

"I don't want her to be a painted whore; just something subtle. Maybe some lipstick and something around the eyes." Zeke instructed.

Linda chose a subtle shade of pink lipstick and mascara and liner for the eyes. She made Chrissie up and Zeke nodded approvingly.

"So, last thing." Zeke said. "I seen this thing on TV that's not really a razor, but gets rid of hair for quite awhile."

"I know exactly what you're talking about." Linda said. "Follow me."

Chrissie was confused and despondent as Zeke led her by the hand back across the highway. Yesterday she had been a normal college boy hitching a ride back to school. Last night she had been subdued and fucked by this man who led her. This morning she had sucked Daddy's cock and swallowed his cum. Worse yet, she had been sexually aroused by the fucking and the sucking and by being dominated. On the one hand, she felt disgusted by the things he had done to her. On the other, she wanted more. No - she craved more! She felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into a pit of erotic pleasure and submission; a pit that she was unable to free herself from. How could she escape and reclaim her life? This is crazy she thought. I'm a guy. And here I am thinking of myself as "she!" What is to become of me?

Marked and Owned

Chrissie could feel all eyes on her as Zeke led her across the lobby. Zeke held the door to their room open and she entered and turned to him as the door clicked closed. She was going to beg him to let her go. She had to before she was past the point of no return. But before she could say a word, Zeke's hand smacked across her cheek sending her sprawling to the bed. Chrissie's eyes teared and she could feel the heat emanating from her cheek as she held her hand to where Zeke had struck her.

"I told you that you were going to be punished, bitch; and now you are! Strip those clothes off, now!" Zeke shouted at her.

Chrissie was afraid. She quickly stood and stripped naked. Zeke grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her across his lap. Zeke ran his hand caressingly over Chrissie's ass-cheeks and then - SMACK! - he brutally spanked her ass. Zeke alternated caressing and spanking. Chrissie's ass began to glow red from the spanking. But she was getting sexually aroused from the caressing! Her ass was hurting, but her cock was throbbing with unexpected pleasure. Zeke laughed heartily as he administered his punishment. Then he stopped spanking.

"Get up, bitch!" He commanded.

Chrissie stumbled to her feet and Zeke stood and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the big round table in the bedroom. He bent her at the waist over the table, so that her arms and torso lay on the table. Then he dropped his drawers and opened the tube of KY, slathering it over his already hard and throbbing cock.

"You're a bitch, aren't you, Chrissie?" He sneered.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm a bitch." Chrissie sobbed.

"Well, a bitch isn't a proper bitch until she takes it doggy-style." Zeke said and placed his cock against Chrissie's ass-hole.

He slid it in with one, long stroke. After the fucking last night, it slid in much more easily. This time Zeke didn't go slowly. He began fucking Chrissie in earnest, slapping her ass occasionally. At first Chrissie whimpered like a hurt puppy. But then pleasure possessed her. She moaned incoherently as Zeke plunged his throbbing cock into her repeatedly. She was out of control now, existing only on a plane of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck me, Daddy." She begged. "Fuck me harder, Daddy! Make me your bitch! Make me your faggot! Make me your sissy! Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Please! Please fuck me!"

And then she felt Zeke's cock spasm inside her male pussy, filling it with cum till it oozed out of her ass onto to the floor. And while Zeke came inside her, her cock exploded, shooting her cum onto the floor as well. As Chrissie moaned incoherently underneath him, Zeke smiled. He knew. She was his now. Totally! But he needed to make sure Chrissie accepted it. He had to complete her transformation.

Zeke pulled his cock out of the boy and grabbed him by the hair.

"Let's go, bitch. Time to make you look like the sissy you are." Zeke said and grabbed the hair removal appliance he'd purchased at the Wal-Mart. Zeke grabbed Chrissie by the hair and pulled him into the bathroom.

"Get in the tub, bitch!" Zeke ordered.

Chrissie scrambled into the tub and stood there looking fearfully at Zeke as Zeke pulled the device out of the box and inserted the batteries. Then he handed it to Chrissie.

"Here, bitch. Let's see how well this thing takes the hair off your body."

"Please, Daddy, no." Chrissie begged. "Don't make me do this."

Slap! Zeke struck her on the cheek again.

"Get busy and take that hair off, you little sissy!" Zeke shouted.

Chrissie began to sob; and she began to remove the hair on her legs.

"That's it, slut. Take all the hair off those girlie legs of yours. Now your underarms. Yes, that's it, you little whore. Now the arms. Yes. Now run it over your chest and get those five hairs off for good."

Chrissie stood there, hairless and shivering with fear.

"Turn around and bend over so I can shave your pussy nice and smooth."

Chrissie turned around and bent over so Zeke could shave her ass-hairs. Now she was completely hairless except for the hair on her head.

"Turn around facing me and kneel down, bitch." Zeke ordered.

Chrissie did as she was told.

"Now you look like the sissy you are." Zeke sneered. "What are you, bitch?" Zeke demanded.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie sobbed.

"Who owns you?"

"I belong to Daddy."

"Yes, you little whore. You belong to Daddy and Daddy's going to mark you as his property." Zeke said. And grabbing his now flaccid cock, he aimed it at Chrissie's chest and began to piss on her.

Zeke marked her chest and legs and then ordered her to turn around so that he could piss all over her back. When Chrissie had been completely pissed on below the neck, Zeke cut off his flow momentarily.

"Turn around and open your mouth." He ordered, roughly.

Chrissie did as ordered. And Zeke started pissing once again. This time he directed the stream to Chrissie's face, wetting it all. Then he pointed the stream directly into her mouth.

"Swallow Daddy's piss, faggot!" Zeke scowled.

Chrissie's tears flowed freely as she drank from Daddy's tap.

Zeke let Chrissie kneel there for a few moments. Then he filled a glass with water and instructed her to rinse her mouth out. He gave her mouth wash to rinse with and then had her brush her teeth. Then Zeke turned the taps on in the tub and adjusted the water temperature to his liking. He stepped into the tub with Chrissie and turned the shower head on. He stood her up and guided her under the water stream. Then he soaped her body, cleaning all of the piss and loose hair off of her. Chrissie soaped her hands and cleansed her face, then shampooed her hair. Zeke showered himself, then gazed admiringly at Chrissie.

"Now you look like the little sissy you were meant to be, baby." Zeke said. "Let's dry off."

In the Bar

Zeke figured there was one more step to complete Chrissie's submission; to dominate her in public. Chrissie put on her pink top and pink stretch pants. She applied the mascara and eyeliner like Linda had shown her and carefully spread the pink lipstick over her lips. Zeke wore his black leather pants and vest with no shirt. Zeke was proud of his hairy chest and liked to show it off.

Zeke took Chrissie's hand and led her down the corridor, through the lobby and into the bar. He chose a stool near the end of the bar and sat down. Chrissie started to sit on the stool next to him, but Zeke stopped her.

"Real men sit at the bar, baby. Their girly-boys stand between their legs." Zeke instructed.

Chrissie obeyed and half sat on Zeke's thigh. The bartender came over.

"What'll you have, Zeke?"

"Hi Charlie. I'll have a whiskey and a draft. My girly-boy will have a strawberry daiquiri. You got any of those special straws?"

"Sure do."

"Make sure she gets one."

"Sure thing."

While Charlie went for the drinks, Zeke began to play with Chrissie. He caressed her bare arms and midriff. He slid his hand under her blouse and pinched and rubbed her nipples. Chrissie laid her head on his shoulder as Zeke slid his hand over cock. Chrissie knew the other truckers were watching them. Some of them had lustful looks on their faces. But Chrissie didn't care. She belonged to Zeke; he had marked her as his own. Charlie returned with their drinks and set them on the bar. A shot and a beer for Zeke and a dainty little strawberry daiquiri for Chrissie. But Chrissie's drink had a very unusual straw in it. The straw itself was a bit undersized; somewhere between a regular straw and a cocktail stirrer in diameter. But the straw was encased in a large plastic tube shaped like a penis. There was a ball sack at the bottom of the straw and a large mushroom cock head at the top. You really had to suck on the cock head to get liquid through the straw. Christopher would never have put this in his mouth. Only a sissy slut would make an exhibition of herself by sucking a drink through this straw. That was when the realization hit her. She wasn't Christopher anymore. She was Chrissie, Zeke's slut. Chrissie grabbed her drink and lifted the straw to her lips. Her eyes locked onto Zeke's as she licked the head of the straw languorously. Then she began to suck on the straw cock-head drawing the sweet liquid of the drink into her mouth.

A man walked over and sat on the stool next to them.

"Hi, Zeke. What you got here?"

"Hi, Jake. This is Chrissie."

"He's a pretty little thing. He for sale?"

"Naw. I just took him and turned him. I'm going to keep this one."

More men had begun to gather around them to watch what was happening. Zeke had begun to caress Chrissie's cock again. It was growing hard and leaking pre-cum. A pre-cum stain began to spread on the crotch of Chrissie's pink stretch pants.

"How long you had him, Zeke?"

"This is our second night together."

"And you turned him already?" Jake asked in disbelief.

"Ask him." Zeke said with a sly smile on his face.

"What are you, honey?" Jake asked Chrissie.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie breathed as she ground her cock against Zeke's hand.

"You got a boy-friend, faggot?" Jake asked.

"I belong to Zeke. Zeke is my Daddy."

"Can I pet his cock, Zeke?"

"Tell him, Honey." Zeke instructed Chrissie.

"My cock belongs to Daddy. You can only touch it if he says."

"Well, Zeke?" Jake asked.

"Not on your life. She's my bitch; my girly-boy."

Chrissie laid her head back on Zeke's shoulder with a contented little smile on her face. Zeke had not stopped stroking her cock. The spot of pre-cum was quite large now, and growing. Chrissie began to moan as she felt her cum rising to the head of her cock. Zeke covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue in. Chrissie greedily massaged his tongue with hers as the spasms of her orgasm erupted, spewing cum into her pretty pink pants. Zeke stopped the kiss and brought his hand to Chrissie's mouth. She licked her own cum off of Zeke's palm and fingers.

"Best you take that stuff into a bedroom." The bartender chuckled.

Back in the Room

They stayed and had a few more drinks. Trucker friends stopped by to talk with Zeke; and to check out his new boy. The boy with the huge cum stain on his pretty pink stretch pants. Then Zeke called it a night. He wrapped his arm around Chrissie's waist and guided her back to their room. Once inside, he drew Chrissie to him. He plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth and his hands roamed over her slight body. Zeke kissed and nibbled on her neck and ears as his hands kneaded and caressed her sexy, firm ass. Then Zeke removed Chrissie's blouse and licked his way down her neck to her chest. He licked and gently bit her nipples as he moved his hand between her legs and rubbed the length of her hardening shaft. Then he stripped off her pants and her panties letting them fall to her ankles. He wrapped his meaty hand around her now-throbbing cock and began to stroke it.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good." Chrissie purred.

"Take your shoes and pants off, honey."

While Chrissie sat down on the edge of the bed to complete disrobing, Zeke quickly shed his clothes. His cock was growing and pulsing, but not yet at full erection.

"Come and suck on Daddy's man-cock." Zeke instructed.

Chrissie quickly knelt in front of him and took his shaft into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, using her tongue and lips to quickly get Daddy erect.

"That's enough for now, baby." Zeke instructed. He walked over to the nightstand and got the tube of KY and brought it to Chrissie.

"Make Daddy's cock ready for you, baby." Zeke ordered.

Chrissie squeezed a big glob of the jelly into her hand and then coated Zeke's cock with it.

"Now make yourself ready for Daddy."

Chrissie squeeze KY from the tube onto her fuck-finger and slowly inserted the finger into her male pussy. She slowly finger-fucked herself, coating her ass with the jelly.

Zeke sat down on the couch. "Come and sit on Daddy's lap, bitch."