The Wrath of Loretta Loretta was obviously drunk from the look on her face and the half empty drink in her hand. "Hello wanna be, girl that is, a wanna be girl, you're nothing but a boy in a dress. A queer sissy", she said as she stepped forward. With one hand she reached out and slapped my face full on the cheek then glared at me until my head dropped down in submission. "You fucking queer, how dare you stare at me", she yelled.Loretta walked around me looking me up and down. "A girl", she laughed, "do you really think men think of you as a girl? You're not a woman, I'm a woman, you're nothing but a queer in a dress." I stood silently as Loretta lashed out at me with words meant to hurt me. "You don't have a pussy but you are a pussy. A queer pussy. A wanna be woman. You wish you were like me and you're not and you'll never be". Grabbing me by the ear Loretta dragged me away to her bedroom while she continued to degrade me with her words. Loretta locked the door and ordered me to take my dress off. Nervously I unzipped it and stepped out of it. Loretta began to cirlce me again with her eyes burning holes through me. "Well isn't that cute, a boy wearing panties, a bra, grater belt and dainty little stockings. Aren't you sweet", she said as she knelt down and grabbed my stocking. Loretta pulled and twisted it with her sharp nails until a run appeared in them. "Oooops a run, no real woman would be seen with a run in her stockings but then you're not a real woman are you, queer boy?" Then grabbing by my bra she pulled me to her. "I said, you're not a real woman are you queer boy?" "No Mistress, I'm not a real woman", I whimpered terrified of her drunken state. Loretta suddenly pushed me back but didn't let go of my bra. Her free hand landed soundly on my face as she began slapping me relentsly. I tried to back away but each time Loretta would pull me close and slap me again. Then with a sudden jerk she snapped my bra off me and pulled it away. My falsies fell to the floor along with my bra making Loretta laugh outloud. Then she grabbed my wig and yanked it off my head. "Fake tits, fake hair, fake everything, yeah you're a real woman like shit is gold", she cursed in anger. By the time she was through she had ripped all of my clothes off and was standing over me in triumph. I laid there crying softly, too scared to move. Loretta calmly walked to her desk and took a permanent marker in her lovely hand. Standing over me she straddled my chest and sat her full weight on me. On my forehead she wrote "Queer Wannabe Woman" and on my ass she wrote, "Wannabe Pussy", drawing a line and arrow to my asshole. "Don't look much like a woman now", she said in a conquering tone, "just a queer little fag boy who wishes he was a woman like me. Like me! I'm the only woman in this house and don't you ever forget it or you'll regret it more than you could ever know!" Standing with hands on her broad hips Loretta ordered me to stand and bend over the table. Both of my hands were tied to the legs and then both of my ankles. Loretta opened the closet and pulled out a huge strap-on dildo then walked in front of me. Stepping out of her dress she pulled the strap-on up and fastened it over her panties. "Wh, wh, what are you going to do with that", I said trembeling. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass", she laughed. "Are you gonna grease me up first", I asked as I stared at the huge dildo. "Naw, I think I'll just shove it in so I can hear you scream", she said as she buckled the last strap and took her position behind me. "No, please don't", I begged, "please dooooon", I screamed as she immediately began forcing it into me. It hurt and I did scream much to Loretta's delight. I was squirming wildly, unable to get away as she forced it roughly into my asshole. She just kept on pushing until I let out a loud scream and it was in. My asshole throbbed around the hugeness of the dildo while Loretta began pumping me for all she was worth. I screamed loud and long from the repeated plunges into me begging her to stop. The more I moved the harder she forced it into me. Finally after quite some time I went limp from exhaustion and let her have her way with me. When I moved and screamed no longer she stopped and pulled it from me. "You're no fun anymore sissyboy", she said as she began to unfasten the buckles holding me to the table. "No fun at all. You make me sick. Get the fuck out of here!"