Intro to Sissies XI
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Authors note: I keep trying to end this, but it looks like there will
be two more chapters. I suppose chapter 25 would be fitting. Then, I
will edit and rewrite all of this and make it a single story. In the
meantime though, another chapter. Thank you for reading. Thank you for
comments...
This one is nasty... This one is cruel...
Intro to Sissy XXIII
Joan's eyes beaded open, worried. Where am I? My head... oh, my fucking
head. It hurts and I need to go the bathroom and vomit.
He tried to move, but then realized that he couldn't. If he moved his
leg, someone would mumble and if he moved his arm, someone else would
moan. He blinked deeply and then, sluggishly, opened them wide and saw
the mirror above him.
Mistress Satin, Mandy, Nurse, Bunny and Purple. And Joan, under arms
and legs and bodies. Pink and her boyfriend and they, were all lying in
Mistress Satin's heart shaped satin bed. Intertwined, he could hear
some of them snore softly.
Joan felt an itch and dragged an arm away and poked her eye. Damn! But
he said nothing and gently scratched, laying back, feeling the
strangeness. Last night had been weird and scary. And terrible...
...Tim and Joan had made a deal and inside, Joan liked it. Next week, I
am all his. He had been all gentlemanly as he got dressed, but told her
to taste her come in front of him. He had gotten antennae on that as
she did so, his fat black cock standing tall and in charge. Joan was
leaking continuously now and it embarrassed her about the stains on her
dress. God, I so want to come!
"I want you anyways, Joan useless... now."
"Yes, Master," Joan said, meaning it and kneeling and opening her
mouth..."
He had smiled. "Good. You will feel ten inch of man. Soon."
Then he had stuffed himself back into his tight jeans and picked her
up, lowering her dress and pulled her out back to the party. "Close
your mouth."
The club was ripping. There was dancing on the stage, with men ripping
off the clothes of sissies, strobe lights flowing, the sax was lilting.
Bunny was bouncing high over everybody, squealing, breasts heaving.
Joan had sashayed over to the bar, crowded now and flipped her hair
coyly as she glanced at Tim smiling at her. He nodded. And Joan nodded.
And then Joan felt betrayed as Tim fondled another sissy, a pretty
thing with green hair, cuff her and pull her back to the room they had
just been in.
He started to strut toward them but Tim grimaced at her, frowning and
wagged his finger at Joan. And then they disappeared in the crowd.
Joan felt a tear and alone and decided to get a stiff drink, but was
interrupted by a lean man with long hair, many earrings and a bad
smell.
"Dominate me."
"I don't do Dom," Joan said, suddenly very worried, eyes searching for
friends. Mistress Whip was over in the corner ripping someone's ass
open with her wrist dildo, but she was no friend.
"I said," the man hissed, grabbing Joan's arm. "Dominate me."
"No!"
"Yes. Yesss." He pulled her toward a room and Joan found that his sinew
was strong enough and she was weakened and couldn't fight him, though
she flailed. She tried to scream, but the greasy man covered her mouth.
He dragged her, even as she let her feet fall from out of her and
yanked her into one of the side rooms, the one next to Tim's even,
slamming the door behind him. "Dominate me now!"
Joan noticed that the man's clothes were torn and dirty and old. His
smell was over powering. "Mister," She started, "Master, I don't know
how to dominate you. I-I never learned."
"Dominate me now!" The man's voice grew shrill and he picked a paddle
that some other couple had left out; all the rooms had many toys. He
started to hit Joan. "Sissies love to be hit, but I want you to hit me.
Dominate me!"
Joan backed up, to the corner, looking for a camera. There, up in the
corner. I feel safer now, she thought and, this is one seriously messed
up man and gawd, he stinks.
The man dropped his pants and stepped out of them, looked around and
slashed at the camera with his paddle. The lens shattered. "Dominate me
now!"
Joan cowered in the corner, sliding into herself, covering her face
with her gloved hands, as the man began to paddle her, but through his
covered eyes, she saw the man's penis grow erect. And now she
understood the smell. The penis was covered in shit.
"Dominate me now!"
Joan felt her face being pulled up by her nostrils even as her
shoulders were being hit viciously by the paddle. Once, she got smacked
in the head. Then the man rammed her face and she gagged.
Immediately, the man began to come, even as he shrieked. "Dominate me.
Dominate me."
Joan took him, deep, hoping it wouldn't last and it didn't. She
swallowed his come and he hit her and then suddenly, he withdrew, still
hard and leaking. He hit her again with the paddle and Joan fell with
it.
The door opened, noise came in. The door shut and the room was quiet
again except for Joan sobbing.
She laid there for a time, thinking, curled up. Then a couple, a man
and another sissy came in, cuddling.
The man said, "Are you finished with this room?"
Joan turned her eyes to him. "I think I've been raped."
The man began to laugh, even as he walked over to Joan and hoisted her
up. "Call the sissy police then." He threw her out and shut the door
behind him. Just before the door closed, she heard the man say, "All
sissies get raped. It's what they wa?"
She fell into himself, curled up, the din of the music, what was once
so beautiful and free, now hammered into her. Her head began to hurt.
She tasted her lips. Yuck. This is gurls night out. She wept.
The music went on and people walked by. And the music went on and there
was nowhere to go. No way to leave.
"Tough night?"
She looked up. Mistress Satin stood before her, beautiful and looking a
little like Rachael Welsh. She had a glass of ice water in her
manicured hand.
"Y-yes, Mistress Satin. Very tough."
Mistress Satin held out her hand. "Get up. I saw. Drink this."
Joan stood up, knees shaky. She drank, deeply, finishing the glass. She
looked at Mistress Satin. "You saw?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you help me?"
"I am."
Joan threw the glass on the floor, shattering it. "Why didn't you help
me then, Mistress Satin? Didn't you see that that man was dangerous and
insane?"
"Yes."
"And filthy!"
"Yes. I smelled him from the other side of the club."
"So why didn't you do something!"
"I did."
"What! What did you do? Satin, you should have helped me!" Joan raised
her arm to smack Mistress Satin. She glared at it and somehow, the hand
lowered itself.
"I am helping you, Joan."
"How?"
Mistress Satin stroked her hair for a moment. "Joan, you are in my
clan. I protect you from harm and?"
"Do you? Do you!"
Slap!
"I'm sorry, Mistress Satin. I am hysterical."
"Yes, you are. Let's get you a drink."
Mistress Satin led Joan into the noise, but towards the end of the bar,
the quiet side, if there was one. Out of side eyes, Joan saw Bunny
still bouncing and wondered why she hadn't been taken by a man. She's
cute enough. Joan shivered. I am thinking funny.
They sat. Two drinks appeared from the black bartender's hands, words
unspoken. They were just there.
"Joan, you were pining at Tim and Xavier, that's his name, he pulled
you away. I saw."
Joan gulped the shot of tequila. Her hand was shaking. "God, I need a
s-smoke."
The black hand appeared, with a started cigarette. Joan looked up. Tim.
"Thank you, Master Tim."
"Pleasure dear."
"Master Tim, may I have one more?"
Instant, it was there and Joan sucked that one down too. She looked at
Mistress Satin. "So why didn't you help me?"
"I am."
"Don't give me that shit!"
Slap!
"Joan," Mistress Satin said patiently, lighting her own cigarette.
"Here, everyone knows everyone. Who to be careful of, who to be afraid
of, who to have fun with. Look at Bunny."
Joan did and wondered if those spring heels would ever recover. "Yes,
Mistress Satin," he said petulantly.
"Xavier is a welcome guest. All men are. And we who live here, know
them all. We?"
"Why is shit dick a welcome guest?"
Slap!
"Don't you dare! He has a gold card membership. Goddess Chanazine
respects money more than, well, sanitational courtesies. It is not my
fault you got took into that room with him. It's yours."
"How could it be my fault?"
"You were blind and dim and stupid and couldn't smell danger, Joan. Nor
did you smell shit, which is just the same. Just look at the poor
idiots who fall into Mistress Whip's hands. They like her because she
looks dangerous. Trouble is, she is dangerous, but they find out too
late."
Joan thought about this for a moment. And another moment. And then
another. Mistress Satin waited, smoking.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Satin. I am still living as a fool."
"I know. And during the few weeks here, I have seen a know it all, that
being you, come to rely on the clan and not be so damned egotistical.
Keep your eyes open, look to your clan and, well, keep your eyes open.
The tide will not bring you in, in this place."
"How do you know about the tide?"
"I know everything about you, Joan. I know more about you than you do.
It's my job."
Joan leaned over for a kiss, needing it and especially from Mistress
Satin. "Please?" she whispered.
"Last one and not just because you taste like crap."
Mistress Satin kissed Joan and the noise became dim and faded. Mistress
Satin tongued Joan and the smells of the room, all sweat and perfume
and incense, became incandescent to her. Mistress Satin put her arms
around Joan and pulled her close and Joan forgot about everything. This
kiss...
Mistress Satin pulled away. "You have had enough of gurls night out,
tonight, I think. Let me take you back."
Joan felt swooning and tried for another kiss, but Mistress Satin was
standing and then walking away. Joan followed.
The elevator beckoned and Joan followed Mistress Satin easily, admiring
her behind, leaking precum copiously. It dribbled down her leg. There
was nothing she could do about it.
Mistress Satin keyed the elevator and it opened for them. They went in.
It rose.
"Useless," Mistress Satin started.
"Y-yes?"
"You need to understand something."
"Y-yes, Mistress Satin."
"No, more than all of that. You need to understand how to be careful. I
don't know how it was out there for you, but I think you had it pretty
easy and didn't really have to watch your back. Or others, except maybe
to stab them."
Joan bit her lip. This was getting very close.
"I told you on the first day. It's the clan. Nothing else will keep you
safe and sane here but us. You didn't listen then, but maybe now you
will. We have to look after each other." Mistress Satin toyed with her
hair. "Do you know what babysissy is doing right now, in the dungeons?
Joan shook her head.
Mistress Satin looked wistful for a moment. "She is cock sucking
Goddess Chanazine's stallion. She is the sissy maid of Chanazine's
horse. Do you get this?"
Joan felt a tear fall. I didn't like baby sissy, but that's just awful.
"For how long? Mistress Satin. I mean, do they ever come back?"
"No. Mistakes are not forgiven here."
The elevator stopped and the doors swept open. Mistress Satin strode
down the cement hall to their apartment and keyed it open.
"But Mistress Satin, babysissy. I mean, she won't have to keep doing
that forever, will she?"
Mistress Satin glared at Joan. "You were so lucky that there were other
plans for you when you told Goddess to fuck off. I admired that, by the
way, although it was completely foolish."
"How long?"
"Long enough, Joan."
"And then what? And then what, Mistress Satin?"
Mistress Satin pushed Joan against the wall, out of sight and hearing
of the cameras. "Listen. babysissy, her name was Felix, I think, came
here signing over all assets. She is worth nothing now. She will
probably be sold. You ask and then what? Are you na?ve?"
John Phillips felt it sink into his head and sink in deep. And then
what. Baby sissy was a nuisance. He felt that baby sissy probably
didn't work well, didn't get along well. His eyes rose with sudden
understanding. "No."
Mistress Satin didn't meet his eyes. She went to the bar and poured
herself a drink. "Goddess owns a cemetery here also."
"No!"
"Yes."
Swirls of thought. "Did I do this?"
"No! You did not! babysissy did. And she is gone. You are not. You
have, it seems, many guardians. Miss Grey, Mandy and myself. And
Mistress Red hates you too much to kill you. So, you are basically
safe. For now."
Joan felt like throwing up. It's just too much. This is impossible!
"Go lie down on my bed, Joan. I'll bring you a drink. Maybe even a
kiss."
"I don't want a fucking kiss. I want to get out of here!"
Slap!
"Too late for that, Joan."
Joan fled to Mistress Satin's bedroom and stopped short. The bed was a
huge heart shape. Pink walls, curtains, fake windows in lavender. The
ceiling was mirrored as were the closets on all sides. She went to the
window and opened the shade. She saw a beach and two chairs, but it was
only a painting.
She began to cry. Again.
Mistress Satin brought her a drink. She knelt next to Joan. "If you
drink and smoke and fuck enough, you forget that you are in hell,
Joan."
Joan moved to kiss her, but Mistress Satin stood and slipped down her
gypsy satins, exposing her cock.
Joan took it, needing it, wondering and ramming herself deep. She
didn't care about Mistress Satin's pleasure, or hers. Just ramming.
When Mistress Satin started to come and pulled out and sprayed the
floor with jism, Joan didn't think.
She went into sissy position and played with the come and gently licked
it, blocking out more than she had ever wanted to know.
After, she laid on the bed and felt cuddled by Mistress Satin.
Mandy came back later, while Joan was fading, with the rest of the
clan. And then nurse, Miss Purple and all of them, fell upon Mistress
Satin's bed and twined.
And Joan slept, with the dreams of demons.
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