I?ve become a whore, she thought to herself, pulling the nightgown over her head and dropping it to the floor. Except I don?t get money, I let this gu... get off on me for a bowl of fucking rice! Taking a deep breath, she bent and lowered her panties to the floor, standing again and exposing herself to her watching captor, hands loose at her sides and making no effort to hide herself. ?Please, may I have something to eat, sir.? I?m a worthless, fucking, rice whore. ?Very good girl.? And the worst. 'What time frame are we talking about', I queried, 4 to 6 hours he replied.The driver got back in and started up the engine, feeling the cool air from the air condition was a wonderful feeling, 'Put it on full', I said as we pulled away from the throng, and I noted my guards cock was still making a massive protuberance in his green pants.The cold air had an immediate effect on my nipples, where were wildly outlined against my thin cotton dress, which itself, had become matted against my body. I went back in the kitchen to check on dinner. Thankfully, everything was still either in the oven cooking or waiting to be heated up on the stove. I finished getting dinner ready and set the table and all the usual dinner prep stuff. I figured it was safe to go upstairs now, so I went to take Matt some clean towels. I get upstairs and don't see him. Then, I knock on the bathroom door. Nobody's in there, so I take the towels into the bathroom. "Thanks, I could use one of those," I heard Matt. Necrophiliacs onlyneed a shovel and a jar of lube.All I ever wanted was to be female. Not because I wanted to wear prettydresses or makeup, play with dolls or style my hair. I didn't want to besubservient. I wouldn't play loving housewife, the doting mother or sexysecretary. Not to dress up, get naked or get fucked so much I'd get passedaround like a cheap whore. Those are just clich?s, they're nothing to dowith me.I want to be female because that's who I am.I never accepted any compromise. I.