Auto-Ride Made Me A Cross Dresser Whore - Part 3
Sitting there with only a towel that too late in the night I was feeling cold. All this as very overwhelming for me, but yet I felt numb. Maybe lack of sleep, the slaps, and all the tears have hardened me to face anything that night. “Here put this on.” Sheena woke me up from my thoughts and handed me a black cotton panty. I stared at it for a moment and slowly pulled it up. My hard and bound cock made a huge bulge. It was followed by a matching bra. Sheena helped with the hooks and used some cushions to fill the cup. Then she made me stand up and put on a petticoat, again black in color. This was followed by a black silk blouse with red sleeves. I sat through all this like a doll whose fate is sealed. Then she proceeded to work on my face, which was looking lifeless by now. She applied foundation, which was followed by black eyeliner, black mascara, bright red lipstick, and lip gloss. Then she fitted me with clip-on earrings and large nose-ring. It was time for a wig now. I knew what to expect by then. She proceeded to fix the wig and clipped it with my hair. The hair was very long I could feel it reaching till my bottom. Next was a large red bindi and mang tika. Why is she dressing me up like a bride, I wondered. I was lost in thoughts when Sheena asked me to stand up. She nudged me little on the shoulder when I didn’t. She meticulously draped a red silk saree around me. She draped it well below my navel and wore the pallu as a gunghat. She then directed me towards the mirror. All I could see was a shy, nervous bride with a lowered head just about to step into unknown waters. She just left me there and went about dressing herself. I just stood there dumbfounded for a while and then slowly sat on the nearby bed awaiting my fate. All this while the plug in my ass and the bound cock were making me extremely uncomfortable. I paid no attention to Sheena getting ready nearby. Ten minutes might have passed when suddenly I heard the husky, “Chal.” That’s when I noticed Sheena. She had also donned a similar dress, saree, make-up jewelry – the only difference was that she had no gunghat. She held my hand and directed me to the drawing-room where the two lecherous men were seated. As we entered the room the driver whistled. “Look at the slut, I knew she would make a good bride,” said the man whose name was still unknown to me. The driver came and circled around as if examining a piece of meat. “Accha maal nikli yeh,” and he slapped my butt making me jump. The slap also made the butt plug move further inside me, making my bound cock also jump. “Please Sir, Please, no,” I tried to appeal to them one last time. Both of them chuckled at it, while the driver grabbed my ass hard. All this was making me horny as hell too. I could feel my panty getting wet with precum adding to my humiliation. I was also sure that they are planning to do a mock wedding to further humiliate me. The only thing which was not clear was who was going to be my ‘husband’. “My husband! What are you thinking? You are a man. This will get over soon. Get a hold of yourself!” I told myself. I was standing in the middle of the room now, with the three people surrounding me. Sheena was appearing very sexy in her outfit and she was standing very close to the man. How I would have I liked to fuck her. Then the lecherous smile on the auto driver’s face reminded me that I am also more or less dressed as her. I was looking as fuckable as her, at least to the driver. From fucking a sexy woman to getting fucked like a woman, my thoughts were getting messed up. I was not feeling fear or anything. It was all numb and maybe I was also somewhat high because of the sexual torture I had been put through. I had been hard for close to two hours now, with no possible respite in sight. “Move forward slut,” the man said. I moved instinctively. I was now standing face to face with Sheena. “Sheena, do it, make this bitch your wife,” by now Sheena’s hand had circled around my neck. And next moment I see a ‘fake’ mangalsutra lying around my neck. What had just happened? Even though I had expected one of them to marry me, I didn’t expect it to be Sheena. I was going crazy in my head. Maybe it showed on my face too. The man started speaking, “Look how confused this bitch is, maybe she wanted to be wife to one of us,” he laughed. “Maybe we can share her,” the auto driver took sindoor from Sheena’s hand, lifted my gunghat and mang tika and applied some on the part of my wig. “Bitch, I am one of your pati now,” he said while slapping my butt once again. “Sheena you may kiss the bride now,” the man chuckled. Sheena held my face by her hand and kissed full on my lips. Her soft hands and supple lips made me go mad. I instinctively opened my mouth and let her tongue explore its insides. I was getting lost in the sensation. I felt a strong rough hand grabbing my ass and another kneading the lower of my back. I was too engrossed in the kiss to turn around and check who it was. Slowly the hands moved towards my tummy under the pallu. I started aggressively grabbing and pinching around my navel. The person had also gotten closer I could feel the breath on my neck while a hard cock was poking my butt. Suddenly he turned me around and kissed on my lips. It was the driver. He was very aggressive and rough, nothing like Sheena. I instinctively responded to the kiss. Then realizing what I have done I tried to move away. But he was holding me tight and smooching me all over. “Don’t ruin her make-up. We need her clean and nice for now, you can do as you wish later,” the man said. As I turned to look at him he was holding a camera and was filming everything. My first reaction was to cover my face. “Bitch, we have enough video of enjoying everything done to you, it is enough to show everyone that you are not a man but horny whore,” he said. Sheena took my hands and lowered them and leaned closer to my ears.