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A wimpy young man finds his place in life when he is invited to go on Spring Break with the Ice Queen. This is a gay / trans story involving Female domination, Female-male sex, male-male sex, and male-Female oral sex.
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I really should have listened to Dwayne. He told me to stay away from her. He told me she was way out of my league. He told me she was dangerous. But I didn’t believe him. Besides, everyone picked on me and teased me and I thought this was one opportunity to tease back.
I guess I’ve always been teased. When you are smaller than all the other boys and don’t have a lot of body hair, you are going to get teased. Gym class was bad in grade school and worse in high school. By my senior year, it was torture. All of the other boys had developed bigger chests and body hair while I remained slim and almost hairless.
I was eighteen years old for God’s sake! I should look like a man, not like a slightly bigger little kid. And to make matters worse, I narrowed at the waist. I don’t mean that I narrowed at the waist like a man with a big chest and narrow hips, I mean I narrowed AT the waist. If I were forced to take a shower by the coaches, the other boys would whistle at me and make curvy signs with their hands in the air.
Everyone thought I was gay- which I wasn’t- I mean which I’m not. I really am attracted to women. The problem is that women aren’t attracted to me… at all. I’ve been slapped, laughed at, called a dork or a wimp, and turned down in the worst possible ways. And there is a worst possible way. The very worst possible way to be turned down by a girl is for her to hold her lips tightly together so she doesn’t laugh and then look at me sadly just before she turns and walks away.
That look says it all. They don’t have to say anything. It is obvious in their eyes that they despise me… No, they pity me. I’m like a broken doll that they will never play with again, ready to be thrown in a box with all the other broken toys and put away in the attic.
Dwayne protected me as much as he could my first year at college. He and I lived on the same floor of the dorm. I had a private room because I kept complaining about my roommates picking on me. One of them sort of apologized and told me that he didn’t know why he picked on me. He had never done that to others, but there was just something about me that brought it out in him… and nine other guys.
I once asked Dwayne why he protected me and he said that I reminded him of his big brother and what he had been like. Nobody in the dorm knew he had a big brother. He never talked about him. It sounded like he was referring to his brother in the past tense, so I asked him if his brother were still alive. He gave me an almost blank look and answered, “Sort of.” I never asked about him again.
It was right after Christmas break when I first saw the Ice Queen on campus. I had heard about her and her entourage, but this was the first time I actually saw her. Her real name is Twila Newberry, but everyone calls her TN- pronounced Teen. Behind her back, many of the men- and some of the coeds- call her other things, including “The Ice Queen.”
As she walked through the crowd in the main quad, I noticed that Dwayne and his friends, even though they made a lot of jokes about Teen, seemed to steer clear of her and the five young women who scampered along behind her like some sort of royal court.
As she approached me in the crowd that day, I couldn’t help but think, “Queen Teen.” She walked like royalty and the crowd parted in front of her to let her and her entourage glide past. After that day, she seemed to be everywhere on campus… or at least, she seemed to be where I was a lot of the time. Often she and her court would push past me in the crowd at a game or in the rush into or out of one of the buildings just before or after a class.
When that porno would happen, she would always stare at me for just a second as she passed by. It was a very scary stare- like a mongoose would give a small bird just before devouring it. Her almost black eyes seemed to bore right through me even if I didn’t meet her stare. I was always shaking slightly with fear long before the first of the girls of her court walked past me. The girls were different. They didn’t scare me. Most of them just smiled slightly at me as they walked past.
Maybe the Ice Queen’s court didn’t scare me because they were so much different from her. They didn’t have her black eyes… or her black skin. All of them were very fair-skinned… almost as pale as me. And they all had light eyes. They weren’t all blue-eyed blondes, but even if they were brown-eyed, it was a very light brown with traces of green around the edges. And their hair was all the same shade as mine or lighter.
The Queen’s court- I liked to think of them as her royal attendants or whatever- The Queen’s court always dressed exactly alike in light pink skirts with white pullover blouses, and if needed, a slightly darker pink jacket with white fluffy, fur-like cuffs. Unlike the Queen’s skirt- or pants- their skirts were really short so if there was any wind at all the frilly cloth would blow up and you could see their white satin panties underneath. Maybe they weren’t actually satin, but they were very shiny… and very, very snug. Maybe they were a special kind of spandex or whatever because they formed themselves exactly to the shape of the girls’ cute little butts.
Except for the fact that they were girls, the princesses reminded me a lot of me. A couple times as they were going past, I thought that if I were a girl, I would probably still be a nerd, but I could at least be in the Queen’s court. I know that they are just subservient lackeys, but at least they belong somewhere. And the Queen is very protective of them. I once saw some half-drunk wanna-be jock at a football game try to grab one of the princess’ asses. She squeaked in fear when a giant hand grabbed a handful of her satin panties. Queen Teen immediately spun the pervy guy around and decked him with a quick uppercut and a high kick to the chest. Everyone watched as the Queen glared down at him as he stared up at her from the floor.
“Don’t touch my girls.” she said in a slow and deep voice. As she said it, the entire crowd melted back away from her so that she and the drunk were alone together in the middle of a ten-foot empty circle. She continued to glare down at him as he shook his head and tried to understand what had just happened. After a few moments, she said in an even stronger voice, “Leave!”
The drunk immediately stumbled to his feet and staggered away. She then looked at her princesses who were huddled together at the edge of the circle and said, “Let’s go, girls. Keep it pretty.” All five of the girls suddenly smiled brightly and fell in line behind their Queen.
As they were leaving, she brushed past me and looked down at me with those piercing eyes. “I could protect you, too, Charlene,” she said almost sweetly. This time, the girls all gave me big smiles as they passed by.
It wasn’t until after they had disappeared into the crowd that I realized she had called me Charlene. My name is Charles and I usually go by Chuck. At first I thought that I had maybe just misunderstood her. But she was very clear. She called me Charlene… and when she said it she smiled at me. It was the first time she had done that. And her eyes were different. I can’t say exactly how they were different this time, but they didn’t go right through me like they normally did. Instead they seemed to reach out and pull me towards her. It took all my will power to not fall in line behind the five girls in her court.
I told Dwayne what happened and he almost exploded. He was trying hard not to scream in anger, but his voice kept getting louder as he said, “I told you! Do NOT go near that woman. I warned Robert and he ignored me… and I’m warning you. Don’t you dare ignore me! Don’t go near that woman!.. Stay away from her or you will end up just like Bobbie.”
As Dwayne sat there shaking and almost crying, I promised that I would put an end to whatever it was that was happening between me and the Ice Queen. Looking back on my vast experience as a dork who regularly got his face slapped for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, I knew that bringing up something embarrassing or offensive really turns girls off. I may not know how to get them turned on, but boy, oh boy, do I know how to get a girl turned off. I was sure I could get the Ice Queen to hate me- or pity me- like all the other girls on campus.
The next time Queen Teen was walking through the crowd with her entourage, I somehow summoned the courage to actually meet her stare as she passed. She paused and I said, “Why to they call you the Ice Queen? Do you have ice in your heart?.. or is it in your body?”
I expected her to explode and slap my face or call me anime porno some dirty name, but she didn’t. Instead, she laughed. She looked pretty when she laughed. Her hair is somewhat short, and stays tightly curled close to her head, but she keeps part of the top and back longer and in dreadlocks sort of like an Afro-mullet. When she laughed, the dreadlocks around the back were bouncing with her laughter.
“Charlene,” she said with a smile, “it is because most men only get things half right.” She stroked my face and said, “It is true that I am a Queen, but I’m not made of ice.” She smiled at me again and said, “Come with me and my girls for Spring Break and I will show you how the ice melts.” After another soft smile, she said, “It will change your life forever.”
I should have yelled out, “No way!” and run for my life. Even without Dwayne’s warnings, this felt like it was a trap of some sort. Something was very wrong. After all, I was being me and I was talking to a girl and she was being nice rather than slapping me or screaming insults at me. My mind was saying frantically, “Run, run, run,” but I didn’t run. Instead I said shakily, “When? Where?”
She stroked my face again and said softly, “A car will pick you up in front of your dorm tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, sharp.”
She started to walk on, but I touched her shoulder and asked, “What should I bring?” I didn’t know where we would be going so I wasn’t sure what to pack.
She stared at me- no through me- and laughed. “You can pack everything you need in a thimble,” she said, still laughing. Then she added firmly, “I will provide everything else.”
The next morning at exactly nine o’clock, a black limousine stopped in front of my dorm. I wasn’t sure it was for me until the front passenger window rolled down and Queen Teen said firmly, “Get in or walk away. This is your last chance to escape.”
Escape! I nearly wet myself in fear, but somehow I willed myself to reach for the doorhandle on the back door. It slid open before I could touch it. Inside the seats were arranged in a big C facing the door. The five princesses were seated there, three on one end and two on the other. They motioned to the empty seat between them and I stepped inside and sat down.
I heard Teen say, “Full darkness in the back, Carla,” and the tint in all of the windows around us darkened until it was as if they were solid panels.
I started to ask, “Is this your car, Teen?” but as soon as I began to speak, the other girls looked at me in fright and held their fingers to their mouths indicating I should be silent.
“It’s OK, my sugarbabies,” Teen said lightly. “Charlene is new and hasn’t been trained yet.”
She then looked at me and said, “I will answer your question, but in the future you will not speak- to me or anyone else- unless I have given you permission to speak. Is that understood?”
“Y… yes…” I sputtered back. The five girls again looked at me with wide eyes. One of them was signaling by rolling her hands that I should move along… or maybe add something to what I said.
“You may speak, Bobbie,” Teen said softly, but firmly.
The girl closest to me, who had been silently urging me to add something, replied, “Thank you for letting this humble slut speak, Mistress Teen.”
She then looked at me with very wide eyes. The lightbulb lit or the penny dropped or whatever and suddenly I knew what I should have said. “This humble slut understands,” I said quickly. Then I added “Queen Teen.”
The five girls were aghast, and I trembled in fear, but again Teen laughed. “Charlene, you may call me Queen Teen. In fact, I insist that you call me Queen rather than Mistress.” Her voice became very harsh as she said, “You other sluts will continue to call me Mistress, but to Charlene, I am Queen.”
She took a deep breath and looked directly at me over the back of the front seat. “To answer your question, Charlene, yes, this is one of my vehicles. I also have planes, and yachts and other vehicles you can’t even dream of for my personal use. I am very rich. My family has been wealthy for centuries.”
My face must have shown my surprise because she looked at me angrily. “You do not believe me because I am black?!” she said sharply. “You think my grandparents or great-grandparents were slaves, don’t you?!”
“No, my Queen,” I stammered, “I… I… I… I just didn’t think that you might be rich. It has nothing to do with you being black. To me you are just a regular woman… I mean you’re a Queen to me, but you aren’t anything special… I mean…”
“If you are trying to get out of the hole,” Teen said slowly, “you need to quit digging.”
“Yes, Mistress… I mean my Queen, I will shut up,” I said looking around at the five girls who were all trying to silently shush me.
When it finally got quiet, Teen said, “Panel up,” and a very dark glass panel slid into place between the front seats and where we- the five girls and I- were sitting. I turned to ask Bobbie something, but she immediately put her finger arap porno to her lips indicating I should be silent. So, I leaned back against the seat and soon fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I was asleep, but when I awoke, I was lying almost on top of Bobbie. She had fallen over more or less into my lap and I had then leaned over onto her. Her short skirt had ridden up and her panties were visible. This close I could tell that they were a Spandex of some sort and were VERY tight on her bottom. It must have been her time of month because there was apparently a somewhat thick pad held in place between her legs that was outlined slightly in the panties.
I almost reached up to stroke her leg, but before I could do so, the door suddenly opened and Teen’s voice called out, “All aboard who’s going aboard!”
All five girls snapped awake and nearly jumped out of the car. I quickly followed them and fell in line with them as they lined up on the dock. It took me a second to realize we were standing on a dock and a few seconds more to guess that the large boat behind us was Queen Teen’s yacht. She strode up the gangway with all six of us following her.
As soon as she got on deck, she stopped and turned to face us. The five girls stood almost at attention and I tried to stand correctly next to them. “Cruise attire,” Teen said loudly and all five girls started taking off their clothes. They seemed to work in unison as they first stepped out of their shoes and then slid their skirts to the ground. Next they pulled their blouses up over their heads. Then the right arm went over the shoulder and the left arm went behind the back as they released their bras and let them drop on the ground. That left them standing there in just their white, shiny panties.
“You, too, Charlene,” Queen Teen said and I began fumbling with my clothes.
“I… I… I…” I stammered and Teen laughed softly. “I know,” she said shaking her head. “You don’t wear any underwear. Don’t worry, we will provide what you need.”
One of her crewmen… or maybe I should say crewwomen because they were all women. One of the crewwomen came running up with what looked like the same kind of panties that the five girls were wearing.
“Bobbie,” Teen said softly, “you show Charlene how to put it on.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Bobbie immediately replied and lowered her panties to her ankles and then stepped out of them. I almost gasped as a small dick dropped down between her legs.
“Come stand next to me,” she said, and I did. Step into your panties so they are around your ankles and put the shaping pad in place.
I wasn’t sure what a shaping pad was, but since there was a thick pad with the panties, it wasn’t too hard to figure out.
“Now here is the hard part,” Bobbie said. “You have to make sure that you don’t get turned on at all so you are completely soft. Then you slowly push your testicles…” She was showing me at the same time she was talking. “You slowly push your testicles back into your groin.” I was following her and was surprised that my nuts seemed to go back up inside me- or at least up under my skin- with no effort.
“Then,” she continued, “you fold little Charlene back under yourself so it is resting between your ass cheeks.” I again followed her instructions.
“Hold things in place with one hand and pull your panties up with the other,” she said. “Once you get used to this, you can do it with your panties almost in place.”
I bent over to pull up my panties and my prick fell out from between my legs. I pulled the panties almost all the way up and started over. This time I was able to pull them fully in place without anything slipping out.
“There,” my Queen said brightly, “doesn’t that feel natural?”
She paused and then said, “You are now one of my six. My royal courtesans are complete.” She paused again and then added, “Don’t worry about the breasts, Charlene. They will grow out in about three months. It takes the hormone pills a little while to act.”
I looked at her and pointed to my mouth. “Yes, you may speak,” she said with a chuckle.
“Will it hurt?” I asked.
“Only if you get pregnant,” one of the crewwomen said loudly and then started laughing. The rest of the crew laughed with her.
Teen turned to the crew and said sternly, “You have tasks to complete. We cast off in ten minutes.”
“Yes, my Queen,” the crewwoman answered and hurried to help bring in the gangway.
I must have looked confused because Teen smiled at me and said, “I told you I was a Queen… and that I was rich. Now you can believe both.”
“Yes, my Queen,” I answered as I bowed low to her. I don’t know why I did it, it just seemed the natural thing to do.
“Tonight we will have the mating ceremony,” Teen said. “Then you will all officially be Princesses of the Motherland. Until then you are to go to your room and rest.”
Our room was a huge cabin with two double beds and a third bed that had to be at least king-sized. The big bed stuck out slightly from the side of the ship as if it were on a balcony. There were huge windows all around the top portion of the bed. All six of us ended up crowding onto the bed and watching out the windows as we cast off and set sail. Then we sort of just collapsed into a large pile and went to sleep.
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