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Nancy Gets Back - Ch 5
Disclaimer: This story contains adult material and themes, non-
consensual sex and graphic language. It is intended for adults only.
If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.
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Our "hero" is a professional man who has gotten himself in trouble
with Nancy and her friend Tina. He angered Nancy, who works as a
receptionist for a stockbroker by ogling and generally acting
typically male during a recent visit to his broker. Nancy and Tina
got their revenge by tricking him into a compromising position and
recording it on film. They intend to continue to humiliate him as a
way of teaching him a lesson and altering his behavior towards women.
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The four of us, Tina, Scott, Nancy, my beautiful tormentor, and
I made our way from Nancy’s apartment to the elevator. Nancy pushed
the down button and I waited, shaking slightly both in fear of being
seen by someone, but also in nervous anticipation of what the night
might hold in store for me. My ass was still tingling from the
buttfucking Nancy had administered earlier with her strap-on. My cock
refused to stay quiet. It seemed to have a life of its own tucked
securely into the silky French cut panties I wore. With each beat of
my heart, it seemed to pulse within its frilly prison.
The elevator door opened and luck was with me, the elevator was
empty. We all stepped in and Tina pushed the button for the lobby. I
stood in the middle of the car with Scott to my left, Nancy to my
right and Tina in front of me. As the door closed and the elevator
began to descend, I felt a hand softly caress my ass, slowly raising
the hem of my very short dress. It was Scott, and he was toying with
the elastic of my panties, sliding one finger inside and moving it
from the outside towards my asshole, gently teasing, then back again.
Against all my natural instincts, his light touch was making me even
hotter. Nancy looked over and chuckled deep in her throat. “What a
slut you are,” she said in my ear.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped. The door opened and a couple
in their late thirties stepped in. They were an attractive couple.
She was of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She looked
vaguely Latin. He was tall, maybe six feet, with average waspish
looks. The woman greeted Nancy and Tina familiarly. “Who are your
friends?” she asked. Nancy introduced Scott as friend from work,
which he was, and then turned to me.
“This is a new friend of mine, her name is Penny. Say hello
to Lucy and her husband Mike, Penny.”
“Hello,” I breathed. I tried to make my voice sound girlish,
but I had no practice. It came out as a croak.
Lucy turned to Nancy with a puzzled look on her face. She
inspected me more closely as it dawned on her that I was a man in
drag, not a woman at all. Then her face broke into a broad grin and
her companion was looking on with amusement as well. “Nice dress,”
said Mike with a crooked grin. “Yes it is,” agreed Lucy. “Well,
you kids have fun tonight.”
The elevator reached the lobby and we all got off. Lucy and
Mike hurried for the door. As they reached the street, they both
broke out in gales of laughter which brought a flush to my face.
Somehow, I figured this would be the least of my embarrassments for
the evening. Our progress through the lobby was slower than Lucy and
Mike’s. Thankfully, we encountered no one else though. We moved to
the curb and Scott hailed a cab. As the cab pulled to the curb, Tina
ordered me into the front seat beside the cab driver while my three
companions piled into the back. Nancy gave the driver our destination
and off we sped.
I noticed that the cab driver kept sneaking peeks in my
direction. With his attention divided between his passenger and the
road, he hadn’t quite figured me out yet. It was beginning to dawn
on me that I looked a good bit more like a girl than I had originally
thought. If you didn’t look too closely, and I didn’t speak, I
might pass. The driver said something about the weather. I didn’t
really hear, and said nothing. Tina, however, had heard and said to
me, “Penny, the driver asked you something. It’s rude not to answer
him.”
In my best attempt at a female voice, I said, “I’m sorry.
What did you say?” Obviously, I thought this attempt at sounding
feminine was as pathetic as the last. The driver’s mouth opened in
surprise, then snapped shut.
“Nothing”, he said, “never mind.”
“Nonsense,” said Tina. My principal tormentor was at it
again. “The man asked you if you weren’t cold in such a flimsy
dress in this weather.”
I hadn’t noticed that it was indeed a bit chilly. In my
somewhat fogged state of mind, too many other things had crowded out
the weather. “Not really, I answered. I’m fine.” Actually, the
driver hadn’t figured out I was a guy yet. His initial reaction had
been to my distracted air which he took to be the haughty rejection of
a clumsy come on.
Tina warmed to her task. She leaned forward in her seat and
said to the driver, “she’s not cold. Honest. Put your hand on her
thigh and see. Tell him it’s okay Penny.”
The driver seemed taken somewhat aback. He wasn’t sure how to
react to Tina’s obvious authority over me. He looked at me and I
nodded slightly. He took this as permission and placed his hand on my
leg, just below the hem of my very short dress. As his hand rested on
my leg, his little finger was only inches from my balls.
“Nice legs, aren’t they?” prodded Tina. The driver kept
his eyes on the road as his hand gently massaged my thigh. Try as I
might, I was having a hard time resisting his ministrations. My cock
grew even harder and my breathing became slightly labored. “I think
she likes you,” teased Tina. We were approaching a shopping center
with a large parking lot. “Pull in here for a minute.”
The driver did as Tina had directed. We parked in an area of
the lot some distance from the nearest car, under a lampost. The
driver stopped the car, put it in park and we all sat for a moment in
silence. “Penny, why don’t you show our nice driver how hot you are
for him.” I began to protest when Nancy chimed in, “Yes Penny, he
seems like your kind of man.”
Now I didn’t know what was in store for me, but I was afraid
whatever it was, I wasn’t going to like it much.
Continued----
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