"Oh no, Sweet," Dave became more firm. "You tell

us exactly what you want. And ask for it nicely, or we'll just leave you in there. Well?"

The idea of missing that bus, of losing my chance to get out of all this, chilled me to the bone. I had to get out of here! And soon!"

"Please," I sobbed, "Please, Master, please stick your cock in here and let me try to hang these key chains on it! I've got to! Oh, please!"

"Very well, Darling!"

All at once, I felt Dave's firm rod pressing into my silken backside. I wiggled my tush for him, trying

to feel just where the chain was hanging without dislodging it. I felt his rigid member stroking back and forth across my bottom cheeks as he probed with it.

And meantime, Roger was pushing his randy tool through the screen in front of me. I craned my neck to get my face closer to the pink tip of his manhood. The way the key chain was clipped to my nose, the chain itself hung down over my mouth, and I had to hold the loop open with my tongue to ease it over the warm shaft.

It was horrible! And all the more so because I realized now that this was Claire's plan! To force me, a heterosexual male, stripped of my clothes, breasted, shaved, pussy-wigged and caged, into this degrading parody of homosexual love.

But at last it was over. After an eternity of asswiggling and tongue-maneuvering, I finally managed to hook the key chains on their respective poles and detatch them from my nose and bottom. Roger and Dave retrieved the keys, freed themselves, and

finally

——

me.

"Oh thank you!" I heard myself say as they helped me from the cage, "Which way did they go?"

"Straight North to the highway," Roger said kindly as they walked me to the door, "But I'll give you a tip: They're using the gravel drive, and it bends around quite a lot. You can make better time if you take that footpath there by the stump straight through the woods. It's rough going in spots, but you can cut at least ten minutes off the trip if you hurry."

——

He opened the door for me, and suddenly I realized that I was going to have to run the whole way dressed in just this scandalously skimpy black-lace teddy! But

I also realized that even if I could get any other clothing from my two bizarre hosts, I didn't have time to spend asking for it. With a hasty "Than-you-good-bye!" I raced across their North lawn and into the woods.

That desperate run through the woods had a dream-

like air of unreality to it. The light grass on the path was still cool, damp and slippery beneath my bare feet. Time and again I slid and stumbled, spilling onto my knees or rump. But I felt no pain. I just scrambled up, pulling my outfit back into place, and ran on. A patch of overgrown sticky-bushes crossed my path and caught on my flimsy clothing, tugging and tearing at it, but I just pulled, ignoring the sound of ripping fabric, and kept on running. Then there was the knee-deep, swiftlyrunning stream that I had to wade across, feeling the cold mud of the bottom ooze between my toes, and halfway across I slipped and fell, soaking myself completely, but none of that seemed to matter. I had to catch up with Mavis, Claire and Sylvia and get the clothes they'd promised me. I had to!

And at last I found them, seated in a small, concealing grove of trees just a few yards from the highway. Making sure I wouldn't be seen, I joined them.

"Well would you look who's here!" Claire exclaimed, "The near-Miss!"

"And just look at her!" Sylvia wrinkled her pretty lip, "What a mess!"

She was right. I stood there before them, wet, dishevelled, my black lace teddy in tatters, gasping and out of breath.

"It's true," I wheezed, catching my breath, "I am a man. You all know that. But it was Mavis who suggested I disguise myself and come on the trip like this, and you all of you promised me clothes and a ride home if I obeyed you to the end of the trip. Well I held up my end, and if you women have any honor at all, you'll keep your promise!"

"You held your end up, all right!" Sylvia smirked, In fact, you paraded it all over the woods for us! And if I'm not mistaken, that's it hanging out behind you right now! Hee-hee!"

I felt myself blush all over at her words and under the frankly amused and lascivious stares of her two companions.

"You know," Claire quipped, "If all men looked and dressed like you do, Sweetie, I might take a crack at going Straight!"

All three of them giggled at this, and I stamped

my foot in anger.

"Give me my clothes!" I pouted.

"Oh we will, Darling," Mavis said finally, "I'm

a woman of my word, after all. But there's an important detail we have to work out first."