Donna writhes and cries out in a dark angry and ecstatic pleasure as Christina uses her considerable oral skills to bring her wife-mistress to a profound body-quaking orgasm. Then, to Donna’s amazement, she finds herself flipped onto her stomach. Her skirt is hauled over her exposed backside and Christina’s strong hands force her thighs even further apart. Then the she-male’s highly skilled tongue is investigating her anus with an absolute commitment that inspires girlish screams of sheer delight.
After this, they lie together, side by side, Donna’s breathing hard, heavy and angrily intense. She takes Christina’s hand in hers and then sits up. She stares down at the sissy beauty, who now resembles a beautiful woman more than a highly trained sex slave. She is astonished and so very happy. She leans down and they kiss. Then, as Christina watches with amazement and delight, she removes the rest of her clothes. And as soon as she is naked, as soon as her carefully maintained and very beautiful body is exposed, she gives Christina the pleasure of suckling eagerly on her large long-nippled breasts. And as she does so, Donna manages to slip Christina’s skirt down to her knees and begin to tease her long-oppressed and boiling cock through its many layers of fetishistic restraint.
Then Christina is ordered to undress completely, until she is sitting on the bed next to Donna, her large soft breasts heaving, her pink rubber- and metal-imprisoned cock rising up before her, begging so very desperately for some form of release.
Smiling, and with the gentlest of hands, Donna unclips the cock rings and very gently eases the restrainer over her red-hot rock-hard sex. And then it is free and Christina gasps with an ecstatic release.
‘I love you beyond reason and language,’ Christina whispers. ‘Forever.’
Donna smiles and whispers ‘I love you too, my sexy little she-pet.’
She then leans forward and, to Christina’s utter amazement, takes her slave’s long thick cock deep into her mouth. She too, it turns out, is expert in the art of oral pleasuring, and she manages, through careful use of her long beautiful tongue, to prevent full orgasm for at least two minutes. But then, screaming, kicking and wiggling uncontrollably, Christina comes, exploding a thick hot lava of semen into Donna’s mouth, a lava she drinks like sweet expensive wine.
6
Céline was feeling happy for the first time in weeks. The Moderate conspiracy was smashed. Tonight, finally, she would begin to take her rightful place at the very top of the Bigger Picture. Helen’s brief and rocky leadership wouldn’t last the week. Once the sissies had been fully and properly changed, she would cease control and Helen, along with the fool Blakemore and the idiot fellow traveller would be packed off to Mr Aziz. Then, it would be only a matter of time. Jane would be tracked down. Radical agents in the States would deal with Eleanor Groves. Emily Ashcroft would be disposed of as quickly as possible. Then the Bigger Picture would be hers, the true leader of the Radical cause.
Blakemore had come to her room at lunch time. She had confessed her failure to persuade Helen to join the Moderates and her willingness to negotiate a truce. She proposed they meet tonight, in her quarters. She also offered the pretty little bitch Christina and her unfortunate if equally lovely friend Annette as ‘a peace offering’.
‘Come at six. They will be waiting for you. Do what you like until eight. Then Donna and I will come in. And we’ll talk about the future.’
Céline had been surprised, but not shocked. It was inevitable they would buckle as soon as Helen refused to follow the moderate path. Now all was before her and she would celebrate with Sophie by completing her cruel induction of the sissies Christina and Annette into her particular vision of the future.
As usual, she looked fantastic. Tonight, as it was a special occasion, she had decided to show a bit of leg. The sissies were, despite the training of the misguided Moderates, helplessly heterosexual, and the sight of a beautiful woman always enraged their inescapable male desires. As their cocks stretched in their restrainers, they would know both the heart of their illness and come to understand what they would soon very much miss! And in order to invest these feelings with more power, she had slipped into a black leather mini-skirt, a pair of fishnet tights and five-inch-high stiletto-heeled mules of black leather. Add to this a tight black nylon sweater and a diamond-studded black leather jacket, and you had a perfect vision of sexually aggressive dominant womanhood.
With her cropped hair shining beneath powerful electric light, her full sensuous lips painted a bloody dark red and her black eyes glowing with cruel desire, she was indeed a truly striking image of absolute female power.
The door to Blakemore’s room was open. There was no one in the main living room area and the sound of terrified sissy squeals told her the prey were waiting in their mistress’s bedroom.
She stepped into the living room and looked around Ms Amelia Blakemore’s beautiful elegant and very tastefully decorated living room. Yes, if nothing else, the bitch had taste.
She strolled purposefully across the living room and into the bedroom and found herself confronting a pretty honeypot of dark pleasures.
Amelia had been as good as her word: set out before her were Christina and Annette. Both were on the bed, Annette dressed in a white nylon body stocking, Christina in a pink one. Both were struggling with a terror-driven determination in tight utterly inescapable bondage.
The sissies had been placed in severe and highly erotic hog-ties, their feet stretched right up to the nylon-sheathed palms. Thick white tape sealed their pretty sissy lips and red bulging cheeks betrayed fat panty gags. Both were wiggling furiously, driven by real fear and anal vibrators buzzing at full power (just as Céline had demanded). Christina’s cock, freed of the wicked and beautiful restrainer, but wrapped in a sheer nylon cock sheath that matched the colour of her body stocking, strained angrily and helplessly through a hole cut in the front of the stocking. A similar hole had also been cut in Annette’s stocking and her shaven damp slit was clearly visible through it.
The sissies regarded Céline with a terrible fear and squealed for an impossible mercy into their gags, their eyes wide, their tits shaking, their arms and legs uselessly fighting their cruel expert bondage. Yes, indeed, Amelia had done a very good job.
‘My, my.’
Céline turned to face the gorgeous form of her lover and co-Radical, Sophie. Dressed in a red silk trouser suit, her hair tightly bunned, she looked utterly ravishing. Tonight was going to be such fun.
Sophie placed a large leather bag on the bed by the sissies. They regarded it with horror and their squeals increased in desperate volume.
‘Make as much noise as you like,’ Sophie teased. ‘No one is coming to save you tonight, my pretty little sluts. Try and accept that fact and your suffering may just be a little bit less unbearable.’
The sissies wiggled and squealed and the two cruel very beautiful women laughed.
‘Start with the nipple clamps,’ Céline said. ‘Then the skin irritant for the cock and the dildo.’
Sophie smiled and extracted two pairs of vicious black metal nipple clamps with terrifyingly jagged teeth from the bag. Tears began to pour from Christina’s eyes and she shook her head angrily.
‘Start with Christina,’ Céline continued. ‘She seems the most enthusiastic.’
Sophie stepped forward and carefully placed the nipple clamps by the heads of the sissies. She then took a firm grip of Christina’s shoulders and turned her onto her side. Before she began the process of applying the clamps, she took hold of Christina’s considerable sheer nylon-sheathed sex and teased it with her blood-red-nailed fingers. The poor terrified she-male squealed with a strange mix of terror and arousal and directed a defiant look at the French beauty.
‘After the clamps, we’ll start work on this,’ she whispered, her heavily accented voice filled with twisted sexual excitement. ‘We’ll grease it with a very powerful skin irritant and then introduce you to the ball squeezer and the cock clamp. By the time we’ve finished, you’ll be begging us to ch
op it off.’
She laughed with darkest sadistic amusement as tears of horror flooded from Christina’s beautiful brown eyes and her well gagged squeals increased in their terror-induced ferocity. She then took up the first of the awful nipple clamps and, with a perverse delicacy, applied it to Christina’s rock-hard nylon-sheathed left nipple.
The poor she-male’s deeply pained and very high-pitched squeals filled the room as the teeth bit deep into her tender flesh, a dark song of utter physical despair that teased Céline’s ears and stirred her cruel desire.
By the time both sissies were fully clamped and writhing in agony on the bed, both women were clearly very considerably aroused. Sophie came to stand by Céline’s side. Their eyes met and a helpless smile of utter delight crossed Sophie’s lips like a ripple of water before a tidal wave. Then they kissed, long, hard, desperately. Céline felt a familiar opening of her soul, her love for Sophie almost unbearable. Sophie slipped a hand beneath Céline’s slender skirt. Then, echoing through the room, a strange mechanical click: the sound of a gun being cocked into the firing position.
Céline spun around to find herself facing Ms Blakemore, Donna and, to her utter astonishment and horror, Jane, Shelly’s beautiful and, in her eyes, treacherous aunt.
‘Sorry to interrupt the fun,’ Donna said, her voice filled with a threatening irony, her eyes filled with hate.
* * *
As she rises up from the pit of unconsciousness, Christina can hear familiar voices; voices filled with an intense, yet carefully controlled anger; voices almost whispering. The voice of her beloved Mistress Donna and the silken tones of the gorgeous Ms Blakemore. Then, for a moment, she thinks she can hear the very distinct voice of Jane, of Shelly’s beautiful, regal aunt. But surely not! Jane is at the heart of the Moderate conspiracy. She is public enemy number one as far as Mistress Helen and her Radical supporters are concerned.
The pain of the clamps had been too much. She had begun to pass out and hallucinate at the same time. As a terrible absolute darkness had enveloped her, she had seen Mistress Donna and Ms Blakemore, and Shelly’s Aunt Jane! But as she returns from the blackness, she finds Donna on the bed beside her together with Ms Blakemore and, sure enough, Jane.
‘Are you OK?’ Donna asks, her voice filled with a genuine concern. Christina, her gag and the clamps removed, smiles nervously. ‘A little stunned and aching, but I’m OK.’
Donna’s smile widens. Then she leans forward and places a gentle kiss on Christina’s forehead.
‘Good girl,’ she whispers. ‘My good lovely girl.’
‘What happened?’ the beautiful she-male asks.
‘Don’t worry, Chrissy. Everything’s fine now. And for being such a good sissy, we thought it would be nice to give you a little present.’
She gestures towards the writhing, aroused, endlessly tormented form of Annette, who is still tightly hog-tied and gagged on the bed next to Christina.
‘She’s yours for the night. To do anything you want with. Anything.’
Christina looks down at the wide-eyed tightly bound sissy and shallows hard. Her iron cock strains forward and she knows exactly what she intends to do – and what her mistresses intend her to do. This is her tremendous wondrous reward.
‘Once the Moderate pathway is re-established, we want you and Annette to remain the very best of friends,’ Donna continues. ‘She has betrayed us in the past, and she has been suitably punished. But now she has a role to play: your lover and help mate.’
Annette’s eyes widen with desire and a very beautiful anticipation. Then she nods her head slightly, fully accepting her fate and hungry for the pleasure it will surely bring.
‘Now we have to deal with Céline and Sophie,’ Donna says. ‘If all goes to plan with Helen, the Moderates will be back in control of the HQ building very soon.’
Again, Christina nods weakly.
‘Good. Now I’ll leave the two of you to your night of fun. I’ll be back at dawn.’
Then she kisses Christina once more and leaves the room. Christina stares after her in utter amazement. The door to the bedroom is closed and locked. Then she and the still deliciously tethered Annette are completely alone.
Almost immediately, Christina turns towards the tightly bound and gagged beauty, her eyes filled with sadistic desire. Annette wiggles her large nylon-sheathed tits with a sex-driven desperation. Christina unleashes a paradoxically loving and cruel smile and carefully rests a hand on Annette’s left breast, feeling her heart beat desperately through soft nylon and ultra-sensitive pale-rose flesh. Annette’s eyes widen, betraying a terrible angry and utterly helpless physical need. She is trapped in a body designed to torment her with a constant sexual hunger, to produce a powerful and utterly irresistible sexual pleasure and to respond in the most profound manner to the slightest caress. This fundamental receptivity is heightened times ten by the chemical distortions inspired by the wicked and wonderful Senso fabric. Yes, she is utterly helpless, a programmed sex machine; the perfect sissy.
Christina tweaks Annette’s constantly hard nipples and the tethered transsexual bombshell squeals into the inescapable panty gag.
‘There, there, my sugar sweetness,’ Christina whispers, slipping down the bed and dragging her hand across Annette’s stomach towards her erotically exposed sex.
‘I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since I first laid eyes on the new improved Annette. And now we have all night together, my pretty angel. All night.’
Christina runs the sharp hard tip of a blood-red fingernail across the line of Annette’s new sex and tears of an obviously unbearable frustration begin to trickle from her glistening emerald eyes. This terrible perfect torture, the most appalling and thus the most delightful expression of sissy Annette’s endless torment.
Christina continues to explore the beautiful contours of Annette’s new form for at least another hour, building up a dreadful head of sex steam that demands yet cannot attain a furious explosive release. Poor Annette wiggles and squeals, she struggles in a limitless agony in her tight precise and deeply perverse bondage. There is to be no escape, nor does she want there to be one.
Christina’s own desire burns brightly and cruelly, yet she has the discipline of the sadist. She is priming her dainty sex machine with an expert care. The mechanics of desire are her intimate speciality.
Then, eventually, in a space where time has lost its meaning, where eternity is a loving, yet also teasing caress, Christina begins to untie Annette.
‘It seems such a shame to release you from this beautiful bondage. You look so pretty all tied up. The perfect sissy parcel. But I must have my way with you, Annette. You are my wonderful reward. And after everything that has happened, you deserve at least this one pleasure, this erotic testing of your true potential.’
Annette nods frantically and squeals with increasingly furious desperation as Christina works free the cords holding the rigid cruel hog-tie in place. A muffled sigh of profound physical relief eases itself past the tight tape seal as the cording is removed and Annette can, for first time in quite a while, extend her body.
Christina then quickly frees her ankles and knees before releasing her wrists and elbows. She then turns the gorgeous transsexual pet over onto her back and feasts her startled sex-maddened eyes on the perfect image of Annette fully revealed.
Christina looks down on Annette and knows she can do anything, even penetrate her sex. This is surely her ultimate reward, a pleasure denied to all sissies by the Bigger Picture, but here – in this unique moment – allowed thanks to the TSC status of Annette.
‘My sweet sissy angel,’ Christina whispers, as her she-male hardness drills into a startled and desperate Annette.
Annette responds by opening her legs wider. Christina laughs at this helplessly feminine act and then grabs a thigh in each hand and raises them upward, before pushing her cock even deeper into the gorgeous transsexual. Annette’s squeals rise to a new level of helpless ecstasy. Christina c
an see her lips straining uselessly against the firm tight tape gag, but she has no intention of releasing her mouth until she needs it.
Then she begins a classic pumping motion and very quickly the two beautiful sissies are fucking desperately. Perfumed sweat soaks through the body stockings. Annette never takes her eyes away from Christina’s as the she-male works her way towards orgasm with a grim, dark and utterly unthinking determination.
Then there is a terrible all-pervasive surprise filling Annette’s eyes. Yes: she had never thought it could be this pleasurable. Now she is beginning to understand the potential for pleasure offered by this new body. Yes: the physical joy imparted by this new version of her sissy body is the perfect termination of all notions of masculinity and control, and this very clear, profound fact is accepted absolutely. She has been modelled and programmed to desire only this. And resistance is not only futile, it is utterly impossible because it cannot be conceived.
As she comes, her whole body bucks uncontrollably. Suddenly, Christina is riding a wild unbroken horse, a gorgeous nylon-sheathed sex stallion. And then she too comes, exploding into this perfectly formed and ultra-sensitive flesh glove of dark sissy desire. Her screams of volcanic pleasure crash like lightning strikes through the air, cutting across Annette’s still very well-gagged squeals. As she begins her own uncontrollable dance of almost painful pleasure, she sees silver stars explode before her wide stunned eyes and the light in the room suddenly intensify. At the peak of her most powerful orgasms, she has often felt herself stepping across a barrier between life and death, and now, as her heart explodes with a wordless physical joy, she feels as if she is surely touching the very edge of eternity.
Exhausted, elated and, thanks to the careful biochemical restructuring at the heart of her sissification, Christina withdraws from a stunned deeply satisfied Annette still rock-hard. She knows that within a minute or less, she will be ready to return to Annette’s soft always welcoming sex, but she is more interested in using her arousal in other ways.
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