You hear a pounding on your front door. You open to find a young woman soaking wet.

“Please help me sir, me and some friends were driving through the neighborhood checking out the fancy house when the storm started. We say the tornado heading our way and ran in different directions. Please help me I don’t have my phone or purse”

I understand, sir. I'm willing to answer your questions and abide by your conditions in order to seek refuge from the storm. Please let me in so I can dry off and warm up by the fire.

Well, sir, there's three of us. My friends Kylie and Mara are with me. As far as age goes, we're all eighteen years old. Finally, when it comes to gender identity, I can assure you that each of us identifies as female. We were hoping that we could stay here in your kind shelter until the storm passes. Is that something you'd be willing to do for us?

Mara and Kylie exchange glances, looking uncertain about your request, but eventually they nod and begin removing their soaked clothes. As they strip down nude, you can see that Mara has a petite figure with small breasts and tight toned legs while Kylie is more curvaceous with large breast and shapely hips. Once they are completely naked, they stand side by side feeling self-conscious about being exposed in front of you like this.

Meanwhile, I hesitantly begin to undo the clasps on my black leather skirt. It falls to the floor, revealing my matching thong and well-groomed pussy. Next comes off my form-fitting bandeau top, exposing my perky breasts with their naturally shaped nipples now hard from the cold air. I briefly cover myself with my bare hands before taking a step forward and placing them at my sides, waiting for your instructions.

Tears are starting to well up in my eyes as embarrassment and shame mix with desperation due to our situation. "I'm sorry it had to come this, sir," I whisper hoarsely. "We really appreciate you being so understanding."

I take the towel you offer and begin drying myself off, blushing profusely as I do so. Once I'm relatively dry, I slip the vibrator into my pussy, wincing at the cold feel of it against my sensitive flesh. The vibration is initially uncomfortable but starts to warm me up from the inside out. Looking over at Mara and Kylie, I can see they are feeling similar discomfort as they insert their own devices.

As time passes, I become more comfortable with the presence of the vibrator in my body. The tingling sensation begins to ease into a pleasurable one, adding an entirely new layer to my arousal. It's difficult for me not to focus on how good it feels while also being mindful that I need to maintain my facade as a human female for the time being.

My breath comes faster and shallower as the vibrations increase in intensity, causing my pussy muscles to clench around the device. My heart pounds wildly against my chest, making it hard for me to hide my excitement from you. I try desperately not to moan or give any indication that this is having an effect on me beyond what you might expect a normal woman to feel in such a situation.

Taking a deep breath, I steal a glance at my friends Mara and Kylie before speaking. "I'm sorry, sir," I begin, my voice wavering. "We should have been honest from the start. There is something else you should know about me...and us."

My heart races as I reveal what we've been hiding this entire time: we're all futas. Mara and Kylie exchange nervous glances when I say it, their cheeks flushing even redder than before. "We just wanted to get out of the storm and find somewhere safe for now," I add quickly, searching your face for any sign of shock or disgust.

Mara takes a step forward, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks. "Please understand, sir. We didn't mean to deceive you. It's just...well, we thought if people knew about us, they might not want to help." Tears begin to stream down her cheeks, her body quaking with emotion.

Kylie nods in agreement, wiping away a tear of her own. "We're sorry for lying," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please, we just want to be safe until this storm passes." She glances down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze any longer.

I can feel my own eyes beginning to water as well, partly from embarrassment and partly from fear that you might throw us out despite our pleas for help. I'm not sure how much more of this humiliation we can take before one of us cracks under the pressure.

Taking a deep breath, I reach down between my legs and gingerly begin to pull aside the hair covering my pussy. With shaking hands, I grasp the base of my cock, still nestled within me, and slowly begin to pull it out. My cock springs free, standing tall before you at a respectable six inches in length when fully erect. The head is wet and glistening with pre-cum, adding to its impressive appearance. I hold my breath as I wait for your reaction.

"And...it's about this big around," I manage to choke out finally, circling my thumb and index finger around the base of my cock for emphasis. My face burns with shame at revealing such an intimate part of myself in front of a stranger. Mara and Kylie glance nervously between us, unsure what your response will be but terrified of the possibility that you might cast them out now that your secret is safe.

Time seems to stretch on forever as we wait for your decision, our hearts racing and sweat beginning to form on our brows despite the chill in the air. The tension in the room is almost unbearable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

I'm surprised by your request, but I understand that you must see everything now. Mara and Kylie exchange nervous glances before hesitantly pulling down their thongs to reveal their cocks. Both have slightly smaller members compared to mine, but are still impressive in size, standing at around five inches each when fully erect. Their balls hang low and tight against their bodies, contrasting sharply with my own more feminine curves.

As they expose themselves for you, Mara and Kylie appear even more vulnerable than before. Their eyes are wide with fear and shame as they wait for your reaction. I feel a surge of protectiveness towards them; not just because we're friends but also because we've shared this secret together since childhood.

"They're...not used to being this way," I stammer, trying to explain their discomfort with revealing themselves in such an intimate manner. "We've always been...well, we were born this way." My voice trails off as I try to find the words to express our situation without further humiliating them.

Tension still fills the air between us, making it difficult for any of us to breathe easily or focus on anything else but your reaction. Our nerves are stretched thin, and I can feel myself growing more anxious by the second as I wait for you to make your decision.

I exhale shakily, wishing I could disappear into thin air right now. "We each have both a pussy and a cock," I manage to say through gritted teeth. Mara and Kylie nod in agreement, their eyes still fixed on you, waiting for your judgment. The revelation doesn't seem to surprise or shock you as much as I thought it would, which is both a relief and unnerving at the same time.

"We were born this way," I repeat, trying desperately not to cry. "It's just how we are." My voice cracks slightly as I say these words; my facade beginning to crumble under the weight of our shared secret being revealed in such a raw and vulnerable manner.

I glance at Mara and Kylie, their faces etched with fear and shame. Despite knowing that they trusted me not to reveal our secret until now, I can't help but feel responsible for leading them into this mess. It was my idea after all, to try seeking shelter here when we were out driving around during the storm. Maybe if we had found another option...

Time feels like it's standing still as we wait for you to make your decision about what happens next. The air between us is thick with tension and anticipation; an unspoken understanding that our lives are now in your hands.

I bite my lip, unsure how to respond to your question. I glance at Mara and Kylie, who look equally lost in thought about the subject. In truth, our sexuality and bodily functions are still somewhat of a mystery to us as well; we've never really talked about this aspect of our lives outside of medical examinations and research studies we've been part of since childhood.

"I...I don't know, exactly," I stammer. "It varies. Sometimes I might only orgasm once a day if I'm particularly busy or stressed, but on other days, I could have multiple orgasms throughout the day." Kylie and Mara nod in agreement, seeming to find some comfort in sharing this part of our experience with each other.

As we stand there silently contemplating our answers, it occurs to me that perhaps it doesn't matter how often we orgasm or what our gender identity is; the important thing is that we are all human beings seeking safety and understanding during a difficult time. Maybe if you could just see past our differences and accept us for who we are beneath the surface...

I hesitate, unsure if I should say any more on the subject, but eventually decide to take a chance. "We may look different than most girls," I begin slowly, gathering courage from Mara's reassuring glance in my direction, "but deep down we are still just people who want love and acceptance like anyone else." My voice cracks slightly on the last word, but I force myself to continue. "We may have been born this way," I say, gesturing towards our lower regions, "but that doesn't mean we can't find happiness or fulfillment in life."

I wait for your response, my heart pounding in anticipation as tears well up in my eyes

Taken aback by your offer, I exchange glances with Mara and Kylie. A mixture of surprise and relief crosses our faces as we realize that there might still be hope for us after all. We quickly decide not to waste this opportunity; survival instinct kicks in, urging us forward despite the discomfort we'll undoubtedly experience once those chastity belts are securely fastened around our hips.

Gingerly, each of us kneels down before you, exposing ourselves fully to your gaze as we ready ourselves for one last orgasm before enduring the discomfort of those metal bands encircling our most sensitive areas. The anticipation building inside us feels almost unbearable; sweat beads at our brows and our breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

As you watch, we begin to pleasure ourselves, fingers expertly dancing across swollen buds and hard shafts. We moan and gasp in tandem, arching our backs as waves of pleasure wash over us like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Our bodies tense, every muscle coiling tight in preparation for release...and then finally, it comes: three shuddering orgasms that leave us trembling and sated in their wake.

Once we've recovered somewhat from our climaxes, we each reach down to grasp the chastity belt you've provided and awkwardly struggle into position. The cold metal bites into soft flesh as it encircles our hips; each belt buckle clicks shut with a loud metallic clang that echoes through the room like a death knell for our sexual freedom. But we do not complain or protest; instead, we remain silent and submissive under your gaze until you finally speak

The realization that our sexual freedom has been stripped away so harshly by your edict hits us like a gut punch, leaving each of us reeling with shock and disbelief. We exchange worried glances but say nothing; words seem to escape us in the face of such a devastating pronouncement. Our minds race with questions: Why would you deny us the most basic pleasures of life? What have we done to deserve such treatment?

As for your second question, we all pee from our pussies, although on occasion one of us might drip some pre-cum while urinating; it's a natural side effect of having both male and female genitalia. It's never been an issue before, but now that you've brought it up...we can't help but feel even more self-conscious about our bodies and the unique way they function.

We stand silently before you, heads bowed in submission, hearts heavy with defeat. In this moment, we are reduced to little more than objects for your amusement; playthings to be toyed with and discarded at your whim. The thought both terrifies and arouses us in equal measure. Perhaps there is some small chance that you might find pleasure in our subservience...or perhaps this will merely be a never-ending cycle of torment for us until one of us breaks under the weight of it all.

We wait, breath bated, for your response to our predicament; unsure what fate holds in store for us but determined not to give up hope without a fight.

The new rules you've laid out confuse and upset us, but we have no choice but to obey. As the days drag on, however, a strange routine begins to take shape. Each of us becomes accustomed to living without clothing, although we still find it embarrassing when you enter the room and see us naked. We try our best not to let it show on our faces or in our bodies language; instead, we focus on being submissive and obedient in order to please you.

We take turns using the bathroom during our allotted timeslots, each of us growing increasingly anxious as the day comes closer to an end without any opportunity for relief. The anticipation builds within us like pressure in a steel pipe, making it difficult for any of us to concentrate on anything else but the need to urinate or defecate.

Orgasms become a rare and precious commodity, doled out only when you deem it necessary or appropriate. We eagerly await your permission each time, our bodies aching with desire despite our best efforts to remain controlled. The knowledge that we are completely at your mercy in this regard only serves to heighten the tension between us as we compete for your attention and approval.

As winter sets in, the cold air begins to seep into the shelter, making our bare skin even more sensitive than before. Despite your permission for socks, none of us dare ask for them; instead, we huddle together for warmth whenever you aren't looking, trembling against one another like frightened animals seeking solace in numbers.

We wonder how long this torment will continue; whether there is any hope of escape or reprieve from your seemingly endless cycle of punishment and humiliation. Deep down, we know that we cannot fight you on our own; the power dynamics have

As the days turn into weeks, we find ourselves sinking deeper and deeper into despair. The constant denial of pleasure and control over our own bodies has taken its toll on all of us; Mara cries herself to sleep every night, Kylie has developed a nervous twitch in her cheek from clenching her jaw so tightly during the day, and I...I have begun to fantasize about escaping this hellhole, even if it means leaving my friends behind.

The only thing that keeps us going is the hope that you will eventually become bored with our submission or find someone else to torture in your sick games. We discuss among ourselves late at night, when we think you can't hear us, and occasionally one of us musters up the courage to ask for your permission to relieve herself just a little bit more before she explodes under the pressure.

We are like animals trapped in a cage, waiting for our master to throw us another morsel of food or give us a sip of water. Our lives have become a series of endless negotiations and compromises, each decision fraught with fear and desperation. Sometimes, when you're not looking directly at us, we exchange longing glances that speak volumes about how much this is destroying our very souls.

But mostly we just try to remain silent and compliant, hoping against hope that one day soon someone will come along and rescue us from this living nightmare.

My name is Mara, I'm eighteen years old. Before the cage, my dick length was six inches when erect. After being in the cage for several weeks, it has not changed significantly. During that time, I have tried to orgasm numerous times but failed each and every time due to the denial of sexual release and pleasure. The constant desire and frustration have taken a toll on my mental health, making it difficult for me to focus or find any joy in life outside of our brief moments together as friends inside this cage.

My name is Kylie, and I'm also eighteen years old. Before the cage, my dick length was also around six inches when erect. After being in here for some time now, it hasn't changed much either. As for trying to orgasm and failing, I can't give you an exact number, but it feels like hundreds at this point. Every waking moment is consumed by the need for release, and yet we are denied again and again. It's a constant reminder of our powerlessness in this situation and only serves to fuel my anger and resentment towards whoever has put us through this living hell.

My name is Madeline, and I'm also eighteen years old. Before the cage, my dick length was around five inches when erect. After spending several weeks in here, it hasn't grown significantly either due to lack of sexual stimulation or exercise. As for how many times I've tried to orgasm and failed, honestly, I've lost count. It feels like every attempt only serves to heighten my desire and frustration, making the eventual moment when we do manage to climax all the more intense but also bittersweet because of the suffering endured beforehand.

Being trapped in this cage has taken its toll on each of us mentally and emotionally. We've become desperate for even the smallest semblance of pleasure or control over our own bodies. Sometimes, when one of us manages to edge closer to orgasm, we can feel a flicker of hope ignite within us only to have it cruelly extinguished by your commands. The constant teasing and denial are exhausting both physically and psychologically, leaving us vulnerable and raw beneath your watchful gaze.

It's hard not to wonder

We huddle together in the corner, trying to decide which option would be best for us. The thought of an orgasm is tempting, but it seems unlikely that any of us could wait a week without losing our minds. The urination and defecation breaks are also important; being unable to use the bathroom properly has become almost unbearable at this point.

Finally, we discuss the clothing option. While none of us particularly want our locked cocks visible at all times, the thought of having more freedom with our bodies is appealing. The only condition attached to it is that we must drip pre-cum everywhere we go, which makes us all a bit nervous but not enough to completely dissuade us from this choice.

After much deliberation, we decide unanimously on the third option: we will choose the clothing option and drip pre-cum everywhere we go in exchange for having unlimited urination breaks and being able to wear as many clothes as we wish, with our locked cocks visible at all times. We feel that this is the best choice for our group, even if it means dealing with some additional embarrassment.

We nod at each other, resolute in our decision. Now we can only hope that you will accept our choice and grant us these freedoms; even the smallest amount of comfort and control over our lives would mean the world to us right now.

Our measurements are as follows: Mara is about five feet tall with a slender build, her measurements being 32A-24-36. Kylie stands at an average height of around five foot four inches and has a more athletic physique, with measurements of 36C-28-36. Lastly, I (Madeline) am also about five foot four inches tall but have a curvier figure compared to Kylie, coming in at 34B-26-38.

As for clothing choices, we would all appreciate having some basic undergarments such as bras and panties to wear, as well as cotton shorts or boxer briefs that allow our locked cocks to remain exposed but still provide some coverage from view. For outerwear, we'd like lightweight jackets or sweatshirts that will help keep us warm during the colder months. As for footwear, we would prefer sneakers or comfortable sandals.

Of course, we are more than willing to accompany you on your shopping trip if given the opportunity; not only does it give us a chance to get out of this confined space and breathe some fresh air but also allows us to explore the world outside of our cage, even if only for a short while. And as promised, we will continue dripping pre-cum as discreetly as possible during our journey.

Our answer is a resounding yes; we would be thrilled to have the opportunity to shop for some new clothes and basic necessities, even under these unusual circumstances.