I had been driving through the curves of the mountains for three hours and had yet to see any sign of life. I
desperately needed to find a gas station, or I would be stuck out here. My cell phone was low on batteries and I
had forgotten to bring the charger with me.
Finally, I saw the mountain pass in which I was driving was ending, making way to a valley secluded by the mountains surrounding it. I still saw no dwelling or any kind of building where I could fuel my car. Halfway down the
mountain, my car sputtered and finally the engine shut off,
I was screwed. I just put the shifter in neutral and coasted down the hill, where my car finally came to rest on
a straight road bordered by small patches of trees and grassland. I grabbed my backpack out of the car and started walking in the direction of my destination, a much needed vacation in California.
I hiked along the shoulder of the road for what seemed like
hours, it had to of been because the clock in the car said
11AM when I left it, and now the sun was about to disappear behind the mountain to the west. I pulled out my water bottle and saw it was almost empty, I took a small sip
knowing I needed to make it stretch. I realized I could not make it across the mountain tonight as it would be too
cold, so I figured I would walk halfway up and just sleep under a tree before setting out in the morning. That's when
I saw the house up on the ridge south of the road.
I found the driveway ten minutes later, with a sign saying
that trespassers would be shot. I had no choice, I could
freeze to death out here, so I set off up the manicured
driveway, noticing the big house, which was probably still
three miles away. I felt so tired from walking so many
hours; I noticed several small guardhouses tucked off into
the thickets of trees. I didn't notice the rifle barrel
poking out of one, but I sure did feel the pain on the back
of my neck. I reached around and pulled out a small dart
with a frilly end, and then collapsed by the road.
I was semi-conscious, I thought, I could hear voices, soft
voices, but could see nothing. I could also feel slightly,
as my body moved, and soft hands grasped my arms and legs.
I felt the motions of what seemed like a car ride, and then
being laid in a bed. I heard the voices again right before
feeling the familiar prick of a needle being stuck in my
arm. After that, nothing.
I awoke with a jolt, and tried to jump from the bed I was
lying in but felt the snap of the restraints holding my
hands and feet. I looked around in a panic; no one was in
the room with me. It was bathed in shades of pink. The
walls were a light pink, the draperies were thick pink
velvet, the carpet was thick pink shag, the sheets I lay
upon were a soft and silky pink hue, and the bed looked to
be solid pink granite. I strained to remove myself from the
bindings, but it was useless, they were too well tied. I
noticed that I was naked under the silk sheets, but that
something was restraining my manhood, what it was I could
not tell. But it was soft.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." A woman said upon entering. I
tried to say something but my mouth would not move, I tried
to shimmy away from her as she neared the bed.
"Welcome, we have been expecting you for some time now."
She informed me.
Who? I thought, as she ran her fingers through my hair. I
wanted to head butt her but she seemed innocent, her beauty
had me transfixed. She leaned over me and kissed me deeply.
Her hair covered my face, her lips were moving over mine,
her tongue moved in and out of my mouth, and I felt my
bulge growing in the restraining undergarments I wore. I
did not notice the other women enter, and untie my hands
and legs. They tied them back, but this time together so I
was no longer strapped to the bed.
The girl kissing me ripped the sheets from me, and slid her
leg over the top of me. She then pulled the frilly pink
panties down to reveal my throbbing penis. I soon realized
she wore no panties under her skirt when she slid herself
onto me. She moaned with pleasure while riding me.
She ripped her top off to reveal the most beautiful breasts
I had ever seen, perfect handfuls of tanned flesh with
nickel-sized nipples. She slid them over my face as she
fucked me harder; I came within minutes and lay back onto
the pillow exhausted. I then realized my hands and ankles
were free from the bed, but it was too late, she gave me a
shot and I was paralyzed in an instant. I felt her touch,
but could not move a muscle.
I was flanked by three more women, equally as gorgeous as
my recent partner, and carried into a large bathroom
adjoining the bedroom. After being seated on a stool in the
bathtub, the women began to rub a lotion all over me. No
spot was left uncovered, all except my head, and a small
patch in the front above my groin. They worked it into a
lather, on my chest, arms, back, armpits, legs, and even in
the crack of my anus.
I was left in the shower alone, propped up against the wall
so as not to fall down, for what seemed like an hour. The
women returned and stood me up before turning the shower
head onto me, I felt the warm water run over my body, and
coupled with the hands wiping off my skin I became erect. I
heard murmured giggles coming from the girls. When finished
they each used a soft terrycloth towel to dry me, and two
of them followed that with a sweet smelling powder applied
with soft sponges. They led me back to the bed where one
girl managed to dress me. I was aroused the entire time,
and it was impossible to hide it.
The beautiful blonde vixen slid a pair of silk lace panties
over my erection. She then pulled out two pieces of peach
colored rubber, applied something to the edges, and pressed
them onto my hairless chest. I could feel the extra weight
of them instantly. She slid pink sheer panty hose up my
legs, followed by a garter belt, which she clasped to the
stockings. I felt something moving behind my back, she
pulled it out of the other side, or did she? Because it was
still there when she rolled me over with the help of
I now felt the new mounds affixed to my chest pressing into
the bed, and the silky material of something covering my
stomach. The same silky material I felt on my back,
becoming tighter. I could feel a knee pressing into my back
as the new garment became tighter and tighter. I soon
struggled to breathe, and felt it necessary to take smaller
breaths. I felt her doing something near my shoulder
blades, and after being flipped over once again I realized
she was attaching straps when she clipped it to the front,
by my new tits. I could feel my erection being suppressed
by the tightness of the garter belt when I imagined what I
looked like. I heard one whisper to the other.
"I think she likes it!" I could barely make out.
Yes, I do, and if you would stop drugging me I could tell
you. I was arranged back on the bed in my sleeping position
with my hands were tied to the posts as well as my feet. I
felt the tightness of the constrictive clothing, taut yet
soft and supple against my smooth and hairless skin, and
I awoke to find the same girl who had made love to me
straddling me yet again, but this time she was running
something coarse across my face. I sat motionless as she
did, feeling stings every so often. She stopped, laid the
tool beside her, and began to rub a liquid all over my
face. I closed my eyes as she did, feeling her work my
eyelids as soon as I closed them. I then felt her pushing
at certain spots and then rubbing them down, followed by
another rub of liquid. She used her fingers to open my eye
and ran a cold liquid around the edge, and repeated it on
the other. I then felt her use a clamp on each lash,
followed by several minutes of brushing all over my lashes.
My forehead was pulled up above each eye and what felt like
a pencil was rubbed across each brow. The same feeling
could be felt around my lips. I felt her lift the brow
again and paint each lid with a cold creamy layer of
softness, followed by more brushing of my eyelashes. I then
felt a sting in my earlobe, and as soon as I felt my lips
being pressed on I opened my eyes to see a woman kneeling
by my other ear before feeling the same sting. She moved to
the other ear and wiped it with something cold while
playing with it as the blonde continued to rub my lips.
While the brunette fondled with my other ear the blonde
used a soft brush and ran it across my cheeks, forehead,
chin, and nose. They both rose.
"Close your eyes princess." I heard, and did.
I felt a fine mist coming from in front of me, covering my
face. I kept my eyes closed, and soon felt a brush
enveloping my face, with a sweet smelling powder. I felt
her knee come off the bed as she stood up from me.
"Now go to sleep princess. Today was a long day, but
tomorrow will be longer, you need your beauty sleep."
I felt a kiss on each cheek, the lights turned off, and the
door shut behind them. I wondered what in the hell they had
planned for me.
The sun creeping through the slit in the curtains brought
me out of my slumber. I raised my head as far as I could,
but could not go very far. I lay in the bed staring at the
ceiling, tasting the familiar taste of lipstick in my mouth
as if I had just kissed a woman, although I had worn it
once or twice. My lashes seemed thicker, fuller, and
longer. I felt the silkiness of the garments I wore, the
tautness of the girdle, or corset, whatever it was I wore.
I felt the new breasts poking me, heavy. I felt myself
growing in the confines of the panties and girdle; I needed
relief from the seemingly constant stiffness. I heard the
door open and saw the same beautiful blonde leaning over
me. Her hair was up in curlers. She must have sensed my
longing, for she slid herself beneath the sheets and on top
"You like them I see," she said, while running her pink
foam roller filled head across me.
"You too, will soon be able to wear them." She said. I
wanted her to fuck me again, but she held back my advances,
and rose from the bed.
"I will get the girls and we will get started, you seem
She said as she walked off. Soon she was back with the
others, and I was placed in a wheelchair and wheeled from
the room. I was taken down a hallway to an elevator where
we rode up several floors, and down another hallway to an
unbelievable room, a full service salon.
I was moved to another chair as they pulled a cape around
me, a rolling salon chair that reclined. I learned this as
I was wheeled over and placed against a backwash, where a
girl gave me a quick shampoo. She then wrapped my hair in a
towel and wheeled me to a mirrored wall with a salon
station set into it. My hair was brushed out and then up
before a clear gel was rubbed along my hairline. Two girls
then went to work on my hair, covering it with a smelly
paste. It burned my scalp in places. One then placed a
clear cap over my head and they went into another small
room off from the main salon.
I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed for the first
time how gorgeous I was. My face was flawless, and I saw
that my hair was already lighter under the plastic cap. One
of the brunettes returned and wheeled me over to the sink
where she removed my cap and leaned me back but just left
me there a minute before rinsing my hair, shampooing it,
rinsing it again, and covering it for the ride back to the
station. But she wheeled me over to a booth set against a
wall where another one sat waiting. My feet were propped up
in the bench across from me in the booth. Another girl
stood behind me and began brushing my hair, as I sat
wondering what color it was, and the girl across from me
was joined by another and they both filed my toenails. I
felt my head and hair being tugged on at the nape, and I
thought nothing of it until I realized she had worked her
way up. I felt her pulling, and poking my head, sometimes
painfully, although not much more hurt. The girls across
from me placed something between my toes and began to very
delicately work on them while they leaned in closer. I then
felt the girl above me tugging on the hair on my side, I
tried to peer back and saw nothing, she worked on it and
went to the other side. The girls now worked on my hands. I
watched as they filed them, glued on false ones, and
painted them in a pink shade. They placed my hands in a
small box and air blew over them, and it was then I saw the
hair falling around me, and it was blonde.
I felt it all being pulled back and my head felt heavier.
She worked in the front and around the bangs, all the while
pulling it straight back. The other two coated my nails
again, fingers and toes, and the girl behind me stopped her
incessant tugging with one final one pulling upwards and
picking my scalp several times. I was placed back into the
chair where I was wheeled to the dryers.
All three brushed my hair for ten minutes or more, and
after the most erotic sensation I had ever felt I was
placed under a dryer and it was turned on full blast. I sat
there seeing the pink stocking clad legs poking from the
pink vinyl cape, the long pink nails on my fingertips, and
I could barely see the blonde hair draping over me. One of
the girls came over and switched the dryer, and I soon felt
the cool air rushing over me. After several minutes of this
I was wheeled back to the sink, and my cape was pulled up,
my garter was removed and my panties were pulled down.
I watched as they daubed the hair color around my hardness,
covering my pubic hairs in the liquid. I was wheeled over
to the room they had in been earlier. A bar was in a
corner, a huge window opened onto the Cliffside that had a
small waterfall cascading down the face, a hot tub sat in
one corner and it sat inside and outside. The blonde woman
came in and pressed several buttons on the wall, a window
opened to reveal the outer portion of the hot tub, and the
growing dusk outdoors.
I was led up into the water with my hard on bulging, they
slid me in as not to get my corset wet and rubbed the
liquid off of my pubic area. I was relieved when they
pulled me out of the water and toweled me off. I noticed
the blonde shade of my hair now when they wheeled me back
and out of the salon. I was brought back to the pink room I
had slept in, and an IV was attached to my arm.
All four of them sat behind and beside me and twisted my
hair up into many braids. I could feel the braids bounce
off of me as they moved me around. I was laid back, and the
blonde kissed me intensely.
"Soon my princess, soon." She whispered into my ear.
After she rose she turned several knobs on the machine, and
walked away. Before the lights went out I noticed one of
the bags was labeled 'hormones'.
It felt as if I was awake, but I was not sure, I could be
dreaming, I thought. I felt a massaging on my chest, and my
rear was being massaged as well. I finally saw light
piercing my tired eyes. I saw the blonde sitting atop me,
rubbing my chest, while two others rubbed the hands across
my bottom. I felt my penis throbbing in the panties, and
they were summarily pulled down and the angelic blonde once
again slid onto me. I felt her suckle my breasts, and it
felt incredible, so real. I came as I felt the two
brunettes massage the inside of my anus, and passed out
from the sensory overload.
When I awoke I was in the elevator once again, and after
getting out on the same floor I was once again led into the
salon. I was back in the salon chair and having my hair
shampooed, but it now felt very heavy when it was wetted.
Two girls massaged my hair and rinsed it out before
wrapping a towel around it turban style. I was wheeled to
the mirror, and I became hard the instant my hair fell over
me. It was longer than two feet and the most beautiful
golden blonde. I watched as the blonde blew it dry, all the
while brushing it out. It felt so soft and light, and so
"Oh princess, all of this stimulus and no relief! Now that
your hair is done lets get you dressed so we can play
again!" She said while wheeling me out of the salon and
into another room, which looked like a dressing room.
I was placed on a velvet couch, and all of my clothing was
removed. A girl came in with an armload of clothes and they
proceeded to dress me all in pink. Fishnet stockings, g
string, a garter to hide my excitement, a tight fitting
sheer baby doll with marabou trimming that hugged my figure
and breasts, and satin gloves all in a soft pink. I was put
back in the wheelchair and led to the elevator where this
time we went up instead of down. I was taken to another
room, this one huge and containing a bed that looked like
five put together, except it had a huge canopy draped in
I was laid on the bed with my head barely on the edge. I
felt my hair being pulled straight atop my scalp, and then
it being twisted tightly. I was then raised and moved to
the pillowed portion, feeling the hair above me pointing
straight up. I was laid on the bed by the four women, and
the three brunettes left. The blonde climbed atop me,
pulling the large comforter over us. She removed my garter
and rubbed the tip of my penis with the wetness of herself.
I arched my back under the extreme pleasure, and she slid
herself down onto me, she felt like silk sliding me in and
out. I felt her rip the garment from my torso, and run her
tongue across my nipples. It felt so real, and when I
realized it was I came into her. She continued to ride me
while I contemplated my new breasts until her own orgasm
came. She purred while squeezing me inside of her, and
"Tomorrow I will perm you my princess."
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