The Game Ch. 06

Chapter Six - End Game

March 2008

A well known online resource defines 'dogging' as: the British English slang term for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place or watching others doing so. There may be more than two participants; both group sex and gang banging can be included. As observation is encouraged, voyeurism and exhibitionism are closely associated with dogging.

David had not heard from the Quizmaster for over three months and, except for the few days over Christmas that David was allowed to see his daughter Rachael, had spent all that time as Petra. David was really almost a non-entity, bought out only on the rare occasion that his presence was required.

And then the Lavender envelope turned up like a bad penny; slipped under the door in the dead of night.

'Happy New Year David, or should I say Petra,

You seem to be enjoying your banishment; playing dressups almost every day, bending over or lying on your back, letting those two gentlemen you call boyfriends poke you in the pooper. But let's not get too crude too quickly; you have another dare my lovely.

Do you know what 'dogging' is Petra? Google it and find out. You are going find out all about it tonight regardless. Check your Petra Pantsdown email and don't forget the consequences if you do not play The Game by the rules.

'The Quizmaster'

It was barely ten o'clock in the morning, Mick had not left until 4am and Petra was still dressed in laddered stockings, squishy panties and bra with empty cups. Her makeup and hair were a mess. She was sore and her breath reeked of stale alcohol, cigarettes and semen. She rinsed out her mouth with a half glass of warm Chardonnay that had been left on the coffee table overnight and refilled the glass with cold Chardy from the fridge. She pulled on a black nylon dressing gown, and sat down at the desk. She pulled out the retractable shelf and fired up her 'Petra laptop'.

She took a big draught of wine and lit a cigarette; her eyes squinting from the smoke as she opened a link that the Quizmaster had sent to her which took her to a Craigslist posting in the Personals section under the NSA category.

'Hot Tranny for NSA Dogging Session

Hot, mature, feminine and passable 40s transvestite will take on all comers or just stick around and watch. Duke's Meadow carpark Chiswick from 7pm to midnight tonight. See my pics to see what's on offer.

Your dogging slut,

Petra Pantsdown'

A number of provocative pictures of Petra were attached to the post. The advertisement linked to her Petra Pantsdown email address and, using a simple alphanumeric, the Quizmaster had embedded her mobile phone number in the posting. Providing phone numbers in Craigslist personal ads was not allowed but was easily accomplished substituting short phonic phrases for numbers.

She typed 'dogging' into Wikipedia which provided her with an answer that she had half guessed and then she checked her email inbox and although the ad had only been online for an hour or so it was filled with responses. When she turned on her mobile phone it lit up with new text message alerts but she didn't bother opening either emails or the texts; there was no need. The messages would be from sad little sods asking for more pictures or vowing to be at Duke's Meadow carpark Chiswick tonight to take advantage of her. Either way the messages were moot; she was obliged to satisfy whoever turned up or fail the dare.

What riled Petra was that she didn't actually think of herself as promiscuous and definitely not a slut; she had really only had three boyfriends. Gray and Mick she saw regularly, except for the one or two nights a week she kept free for herself, and of course there had been William. Billy Wallace in Edinburgh didn't count; he was a one-night stand. The other men she had been with had been with sexually were all the result of the dares she had had to complete as mandated by the Quizmaster, she was forced to have sex with them.

"Oh well; nothing I can do but comply with the Quizmaster's mandate I suppose. How long is this going to keep going on? Just when I thought I was out, he pulls me back in! I've half a mind to come out to everyone; if it wasn't for Mom and Dad and Marie and Rachael I would!" Petra crushed out her cigarette.

But Petra knew there was more than just her family at stake; so was David's career. David's novels were working their way up the Best Seller list and Warner Brothers had optioned Lady In The House. Publishing short stories under the non-de-plume Petra Pantalon-Baissē had been a hoot; David was not the first author release works under a pen name of the opposite gender. But David wanted to be a successful and respected novelist and if pictures of him dressed as a woman sucking cock and being fucked got out, it would likely ruin any chance he had.

She finished her wine, tightly closed the curtains, turned out the light and went back to bed; it was going to be a long night.

Waking late in the afternoon Petra felt a lot better. She checked her email account and her phone messages; they were both full to capacity. If even one tenth of the men contacting her turned up tonight she was going to be a busy girl.

Just like the railway bridge challenge, dressing dowdy for tonight's dare would be considered cheating, she guessed that the Quizmaster would be watching. Hell! He could be one of the doggers for all she knew.

She douched, shaved her legs, showered and slipped back into her black nylon dressing gown. She hardly needed to shave; she had never been hirsute but her body was now totally bereft of hair, her legs needed a light shave once a week but facial hair was almost a thing of the past. She had decided to experiment with female hormones bought online and after nearly four months of treatment the effects were becoming noticeable. She was experiencing the first signs of breast development and nipple and areolar enlargement.

She poured a drink and smoked a cigarette clearing her email cache, message bank and text inbox without bothering to read a single message. Of course she checked for email or texts from the Quizmaster first in the vein hope that he might cancel or change the dare but no such luck.

Time to get ready.

She brushed out her hair which was now nearly shoulder length and recently styled and highlighted and started on her makeup. Petra no longer needed the heavy concealer, just a few dabs on the odd blemish; an application of liquid foundation that matched her skin tone and a dusting of finishing powder made her face the perfect palette for what was to follow. She needed heavy makeup tonight, almost slatternish given that she would be outside in the dark and had been advertised as a slut.

She applied thick, jet-black eyeliner above and below her eyelash-line, tapering a wing in the corner of each eye. She opened a palette of shimmer eyeshadow that she did not often use. She applied metallic blue to her eyelids with a medium, flat shadow bush, purple to the crease and outer corner of her eyes, then mauve along the brow bone to finish the look. Happy with the result she touched up the eyeliner as necessary and applied several coats of mascara.

She rouged her cheeks and applied several coats of Maybelline SuperStay 24 Hour Lipcolor lipstick; she doubted she was going to get time to touch up her lipgloss during the evening. She gave her face another fine dusting of finishing powder; sprayed herself liberally with Poison perfume and took a step back to check her handy work.

Yep! She did look like a slut! She accessorised with earrings, a necklace, bracelets and rings; cheap costume jewellery as she fully expected that some would get lost during the frenzy she was expecting.

She walked over to the small closet-come-wardrobe. David's collection of clothing had diminished and was relegated to a couple of clothes hangers in one corner whilst Petra's wardrobe had grown exponentially and took up nearly all of the hanging space and all of drawers and floorspace. David's meagre collection of underwear and two pairs of shoes were assigned to a small cardboard box in the corner. Petra selected a satin leopard-skin bra and panty set and a black satin and lace suspender belt.

"Slutty enough," she held the items against her body to check the effect.

She opened a packet of black, fully-fashioned fifteen denier stockings, which she fully expected to be ruined early on in the evening. She selected a white leatherette miniskirt and red satin longsleeved blouse. It would be cold out there so she also took down a short black leather jacket. She topped the ensemble with black patent leather 'fuck-me' heels that she could hardly walk in but she figured she wouldn't be doing much walking tonight.

Petra didn't bother gaffing, she slipped on the suspender belt and pushed her testes into her inguinal canals, then pushed her scrotal sac and penis between her legs and pulled up the full-cut panties to hold them in place. She straightened the garter straps smoothing them out from the leg-holes of her panties. She sat down and as always luxuriated in the sensuous feeling of the stockings sliding up her freshly shaved legs, clipping the welts to the silver clasps on the garters. She stood up and straightened her seams.

She forwent breastforms and filled the A-sized cups of her bra with her budding breasts. She donned and buttoned the blouse stepped into the skirt, tucking in the blouse and zipping it closed. She straightened her clothing and looked at herself in the mirror. She carried her heels; she would drive in stocking-feet and put on her shoes at the car park.

"Perfect. You whore!" she looked at her handiwork in the mirror.

She sprayed herself with more perfume, and gathered some essentials: bottled water, mouthwash, condoms, lube, tissues, handwash, and a couple of blankets. She threw them in a big bag and grabbed her purse and as an afterthought grabbed a bottle of Shiraz and threw that in the bag with a plastic glass. She picked up her heels and her keys and headed out.

During the drive to Duke's Meadow Chiswick once again the spectre of the Quizmaster haunted Petra. She had all but eliminated the rest of The Gamers but there was an outside possibility it could still be either Timothy or Bethany using a trusted agent on their behalf but once again the question had to be asked, why?

She had been thinking recently about something Timothy had said: 'It's as likely I'm the Quizmaster as it is that William returned from the dead and is the Quizmaster'.

William could not of course return from the dead; but... was he ever dead? His body had never been recovered from the crash site and the surviving family members refused to belief that he was dead. But very few bodies were recovered from the sea.

Was it possible that William had never boarded that plane? If so; why had he been hiding all these years and why blackmail David and torment Petra?

All thoughts of William disappeared as Petra drove into the carpark. Her first instinct was to look for a black Mondeo but it wasn't there. There were a few cars parked in the marked bays, most had men sitting in the driver's seat. Petra swallowed; it was going to be a busy night. She could think of no valid reason why these men would be sitting in their cars in a carpark next to a public preserve at this time of night. A few heads turned when she drove past.

She parked her blue Honda Civic away from the other cars in an area that was served by the glow of a streetlight but not directly underneath. She popped the hatch and got out of the car. By the time she had taken off her jacket and made her way to the back of the car a few of the car doors had opened. She lifted the hatch and arranged a blanket over the rear deck sill and put another folded blanket on the ground next to the car; three men were purposely walking her way.

The first of the men said nothing; without any compunction he stopped in front of her, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Petra took the semi-erect phallus in her hand and began to stroke it. A second man approached, he already had his cock out and Petra stroked that one too. She felt quite absurd standing in a public car park wanking off two strangers. A third man approached but he stood removed from the others, content to masturbate while he watched.

A car pulled up right beside hers and a small rotund man got out.

"Hey, hey, hey! Looks like I'm just in time for the party!" the man called out jovially as he approached.

The other men looked daggers at him and he blushed and gave them an apologetic little smile to indicate that he was sorry.

Petra had no idea of the etiquette of dogging but obviously being loud and boisterous was not acceptable.

The man eased himself between the two men that Petra was masturbating; their cocks hard and throbbing in her hands.

"Can I have a bit of a suck love? I haven't got long and I have to get home to the missus," he had the cheek to ask while unbuckling his pants and unzipping his flies.

Petra knew the rules; she must take on all comers.

She got down on her knees on the blanket without releasing the penises she was stroking. She was glad that she had remembered that the brasses at the railway underpass had old pillows that they used when they had to get on their knees to give fellatio. The rotund man stepped forward and guided his stubby cock into Petra's mouth. She suckled on the member whilst she caressed the phalluses in her hand. She used her tongue on the fat man's fraenulum and he held her face still and ejaculated, moaning as he filled her mouth with bitter semen.

This triggered the man in her right hand to discharge his load, she felt his cock throb and worked her fingers over his glans. His hot spend shot along her arm soaking into the red satin blouse; her fingers were sticky. The fat moved away from her and she had only just finished swallowing his load when the man she was still wanking ripped his penis from grasp and poked it at her face.

She gripped it tightly and sucked; but not for long before it swelled to full tumescence and released its load. It tasted better than the fat man's come and she eagerly swallowed it. All three men stepped away from her and put their penises away; the fat man got into his car and drove away and the others walked off to their cars leaving Petra and the man wanking himself left alone.

Petra stood up and opened her handbag and foraged around removing tissues, handwash, and water. She dabbed at the semen on her blouse and rinsed out her mouth. She washed her hands and was giving serious thought to opening the wine when she heard a noise behind her.

"Ahem," she turned around to see a rather handsome young man who had a rather appealing appendage poking from his pants.

As she got down on her knees she noticed a couple more cars pull into the carpark.

She addressed the cock in front of her, working her lips along the shaft and using her tongue on the glans. The man who was wanking himself stepped in closer to get a better look. The man she was sucking loosened his trousers and dropped them to his knees along with his briefs. He reached down and eased Petra to her feet. Petra heard the crunch of gravel as more men approached as the young man turned her around and pushed her towards the hatchback.

"Ok luv?" he asked?

Petra nodded; she knew what he wanted.

She bent over the hatch and reached in her bag for the condoms and lube but before she could find them the man had lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers and was probing at the puckered winkle between her cheeks. Petra had prelubricated as part of her toilette and the man was able to slide inside her with ease.

"Oh jeez!" Petra gasped in surprise.

"Is this ok luv?" the man asked, but he had already started to fuck her.

Once again Petra nodded and held onto the side of the hatchback while the man soundly fucked her tight cleft. She was going to complain that he hadn't put on a condom but she was starting to enjoy the fucking. She wriggled her bottom invitingly and adjusted her stance so that the man was pressing on her prostate and the man understood what she wanted and gripped her hips and began to fuck her with steady strokes.

Petra heard the gravel scuff behind her and the sound of subdued voices, she turned her head and saw that a small crowd had gathered. Most had their cocks out and were improving their erections as they watched her being fucked.

The man behind her dug his fingers into her hips and gripped her tightly as he pressed himself against her and emptied his scrotal nectar deep inside her. Petra squirmed her buttocks to extract all of his semen; she was semi-tumescent and her testes had descended back into her scrotum.

The man turned her head and kissed her quickly on the lips than he pushed himself off her.

"Thanks luv; that was great," he said as he buckled his pants.

"Out the way mate, let a bloke take his turn," Petra heard a gruff voice behind her and then another penis poked her buttocks.

"Come on mate; turn her around and let's all get at her," another man said brusquely.

Two men turned Petra around and lifted her bodily into the hatch so that she was half in and half out; her buttocks resting on the blanket she had put over the sill. Petra saw that there had to be at least five men and possibly more gathered around the back of her car. She was definitely no longer in control of the situation. A big man with an equally big erection opened her legs; before he obscured her view she was sure that she saw a black Mondeo parked across the way.

Petra grunted as the man pushed himself inside her.

"Oh yeah, that's good!" he began to fuck her.

Two other strangers stepped forward and guided her hands to their erections; she had no choice but to masturbate them. Another man tried to climb into the hatch and put his cock in her mouth but he couldn't maintain his balance. She was reminded of a wildlife program she had seen about wild dogs where a bitch in heat was surrounded by a mating group of six or seven males, all trying to copulate with a bitch at the same time.

The man with the big cock held her by her thighs, lifting her legs and opening them wide so that he could fuck her like a woman. Even with the blanket under the small of her back it was uncomfortable. She was glad when she heard him grunt and felt him grind against her, ejaculating deep in her anus.

The man who had tried to force his cock in her mouth had become impatient and had resorted to masturbating himself while watching her being fucked and wanking off the two strangers.

"Take that you tranny slut!" he hissed and spent himself over her face.

His semen was scalding as it splashed across her face and into her hair. Some of it seeped into her eye and it stung, almost blinding her temporarily. She felt more hot semen soak her blouse; one of the men she was wanking had come over her too.

She was really just a sex toy; to be used as the crowd of men saw fit.

While she was still half blinded the other man she was masturbating took his cock from her hand.

"Give me hand mate," he growled to one of the onlookers.

They lifted her out of the car and put her down on her hands and knees on the blanket. Petra wiped the scalding semen from her eyes just as she felt another penis invade her anus. The man was in no hurry and fucked her with long hard strokes while another knelt in front of her and waggled his penis in front of her face. Now that she was relatively comfortable, she had to admit that the man fucking her knew what he was doing; he was working his penis so that it stimulated her sphincter and pressed on her prostate.

She was erect in her knickers and she began to rock back and forth on her knees in time with the thrusting cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed the cock in front of her face and went to work sucking on it; working her tongue expertly on the throbbing organ. The man pulled his cock from her mouth and ejaculated on her; spraying his seed over her back and in her hair.