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Charisma and Tiffany, Part 3
By Cal Y. Pygia
Tiffany didn't hate Charisma, not exactly, although, the more she
thought of how the sorceress had treated her, how she'd abused her, the
more the shemale fumed. Not only had Charisma changed her sex, from
shemale to female (and back again, thank God), but she had also
equipped her with a half dozen cunts, including one in her forehead and
one grown from the roof of her mouth, in which, with an equal number of
penises newly sprouted from her own body, she'd fucked--or, rather,
raped--her. Even that hadn't been enough to satisfy the kinky bitch.
Charisma had also fucked her in the ass and a cunt with which she'd
temporarily replaced the shemale's natural male genitals. When Tiffany
had performed cunnilingus on Charisma, the sorceress had enlarged her
tongue to the size of a boa constrictor.
Tiffany may not hate Charisma, but, she'd decided, enough had been
enough, and she had no desire to see the sorceress again--that is,
until she was away from her for a few minutes. Even in so short of an
absence from her, Tiffany missed Charisma immensely. She'd actually
grieved for her, as if the sorceress were dead rather than simply not
present. Tiffany thought about her constantly, remembering her scent
and her touch and the wild, degrading things the sorceress did to her
in the privacy of her many-roomed mansion. She'd remember, and she'd
long for more of Charisma's company and more of her bizarre lovemaking,
her little cock stiff and swollen beneath her skirt or jeans or slacks
and her nipples erect beneath her blouses or shirts or other tops. She
wanted to be with Charisma all day, every day, and be subject to the
sorceress' every wish and command.
Before she'd met Charisma, Tiffany had enjoyed living alone. She liked
being independent; she enjoyed coming and going as she pleased,
whenever she liked, to do whatever she wanted without having to answer
to anyone. Now that she'd met Charisma, though, that was all changing.
She found herself not only alone but lonely. Her apartment, her job,
her sculpting, her travels, her nights out with the girls, even her
occasional romantic trysts with guys (or girls)--none of these things,
none of these activities, none of these adventures satisfied her. She
always felt empty inside and unfulfilled, especially when she thought
of Charisma. Nothing but Charisma would satisfy her, and even Charisma
couldn't satisfy her completely, not unless, Tiffany decided, she were
to move in with her as her permanent and constant paramour, sharing her
mansion and her life with her every moment of every day.
At first, the thought of giving up her independence horrified Tiffany.
Then, it frightened her. Next, it was distasteful to her. Finally, it
was simply a necessity. She couldn't continue to live apart from
Charisma, miserable and alone, thinking constantly of her and wanting
to be with her. Although she'd resisted the impulse to call Charisma a
thousand times within the past two weeks since last she'd been with
her, Tiffany, at last, made the call. When Charisma answered, the
shemale said, "I want to come live with you."
"I'll send a car," Charisma replied.
"But my things--"
"We'll send for them."
That's how, with a simple telephone call, Tiffany had come to live with
Charisma.
For the first month that they lived together, Tiffany explored the
mansion, when she and Charisma were not making love. Slowly, a room at
a time, she examined its many splendid treasures. She realized that she
had been extremely fortunate in having attracted a wealthy sorceress
like Charisma, even if it meant that she had to surrender some of the
independence and autonomy that she so highly prized and even if it
meant that she had to subject herself to Charisma's degrading and
abusive sexual proclivities. Although such treatment was dehumanizing
and demeaning, it was a small price to pay for the luxury of her
accommodations and the privilege of Charisma's company. Tiffany was
soon as much at home in the fabulous mansion as she was in Charisma's
sometimes shameful, sometimes cruel treatment of her.
Tiffany had suffered many such abuses since she'd moved into Charisma's
house, and, she had no doubts, she'd likely experience more. She could
handle it, though, she thought, whether Charisma chose to rape her
anally, smother her face in her cunt, spank or cane her ass
unmercifully for little or no reason, administer enemas to her, or make
her perform sexually for her with one or more strangers of either sex--
or both. She had done all these things and more. Little by little,
she'd adjusted her temperament, her attitudes, her beliefs, and, at
last, her moral principles, accepting the outrages to which Charisma
required her to submit. Night and day, Tiffany was Charisma's to
command, and she'd learned to become an obedient servant as well as an
accomplished lover.
Charisma required Tiffany to go naked at all times now, except for the
butt plug up her ass and the locket on the fine gold chain around her
neck. She was allowed to remove the butt plug only when her doing so
was convenient to Charisma; she was never permitted to remove the
locket.
Today, Charisma had decided to bathe Tiffany. She had the shemale get
on her hands and knees, as if she were a dog. Treating Tiffany like a
bitch was fun. Charisma enjoyed humiliating the shemale. There was
something about Tiffany that, in a different woman, would have brought
out maternal feelings, making a woman want to nurture and protect her.
Tiffany had a vulnerable air about her, which her slight frame, heart-
shaped face, and fragile chin highlighted and reinforced. She was a
naturally trusting, rather na?ve, young lady as well, who had a
cheerful and affectionate disposition that was amusing to frustrate.
When her affable ways met with punishment instead of warmth, Tiffany
was confused and disconcerted. She'd frown and pout, which delighted
the cruel Charisma and made her want even more to debase, humiliate,
and hurt the gullible and gregarious shemale. Whenever she was shaming
or disciplining Tiffany, Charisma's nipples stiffened, her clitoris
swelled and hardened, and her cunt dampened with the passion that she
always experienced when she was about to inflict pain. Of course,
between sessions of torment, it was necessary, unfortunately, to allow
Tiffany some pleasures; otherwise, she'd have nothing against which to
contrast her suffering, and the distress that Charisma inflicted upon
her wouldn't be nearly as miserable for Tiffany to bear and as joyous
for Charisma to impose.
Now was one of the occasions during which the sorceress would provide
Tiffany with a modicum of pleasure, for, despite being made to position
herself upon all fours, like a bitch, the shemale enjoyed being bathed.
For her, it seemed as though the wipes and strokes of the oversize
sponge that Charisma used as a washcloth were expressions of love. They
were nothing of the kind, of course; even Tiffany, in her heart of
hearts, was aware that they were nothing more than the most utilitarian
maneuvers, designed to keep Tiffany's body clean, for Charisma's
benefit rather than for Tiffany's welfare. Even when the sponge
lingered on Tiffany's asshole or cock and balls, it was merely to allow
her a few moments' pleasure to highlight the long and painful session
to follow whatever brief enjoyment Charisma had scheduled that day.
"Get down," Charisma ordered after Tiffany had stepped into the shower
stall, "on your elbows and knees."
Tiffany obeyed the command.
"Now, spread your legs."
Tiffany complied with the directive.
"I want your ass high in the air."
Tiffany did as she was told.
Charisma studied the shemale's position. The position provided Charisma
with easy access to both Tiffany's buttocks and genitals. It also
allowed her contact with the shemale's dangling breasts. Charisma
turned on the shower and, without a word, she, who was, like Tiffany,
naked, knelt on the shower floor, beside her servant-lover. She soaped
the oversize sponge and pressed it into the deep divide of Tiffany's
ass, working the mop back and forth within the shemale's cleavage. The
soap suds were white against Tiffany's pink skin, and the water that
cascaded over her ass made the flesh shine. Charisma was reminded again
of the beauty of the shemale's fine ass. Later, she'd fuck her with
something long and thick and hard. The butt plug that Tiffany had worn
the day Charisma had presented the phallus-shaped dildo to her made
Tiffany's asshole always small and tight; despite whatever punishment
Charisma subjected her anus or rectum. Once, Charisma had fist-fucked
Tiffany, working her arm into the shemale's rectum, all the way to the
middle of her forearm. Afterward, poor Tiffany's asshole had gaped the
size of a small grapefruit--for a few minutes. Then, the sphincter had
contracted, tightening to its original small, tight size, becoming a
firm, stout ring of muscle no bigger around than a pencil's eraser. A
long practitioner of the magical arts, Charisma was nevertheless amazed
to see the degree to which so greatly gaping an anus could contract.
Truly, it was astonishing.
Charisma roughly scrubbed Tiffany's asshole, scouring it with the soapy
sponge. The white water spurted from the sponge and ran down the deep
valley between the silken mounds of the shemale's pink ass, over her
perineum, and down the back side of her small, wrinkled scrotum, to
pour and drip to the shower stall's tiled floor. Charisma followed the
stream of soapy water, scrubbing the space between Tiffany's ass and
balls and then her balls and penis. She spent a lot of time washing
Tiffany's genitals, rubbing them gently and softly, but insistently,
with the warm, soapy sponge. In no time, Tiffany's diminutive cock had
asserted itself, standing, stiff and swollen, against her wet pubes.
Charisma continued to stroke and rub her erect penis and sack of balls
with the soapy sponge, and Tiffany's prick became firmer still, and
larger. The shemale squirmed, and Charisma gave her a hard slap across
her wet buttocks. "Stay still!" she commanded.
Tiffany did as her mistress had instructed, although her ass burned
smartly, and her impulse was to scramble away from the woman who'd
inflicted the sharp, sudden pain upon her.
Charisma had brought an aluminum Little League baseball bat with her,
standing it against an inside wall of the shower stall. She set the
sponge aside, took the bat in her hands, and shoved the blunt end
between Tiffany's buttocks, twisting the wooden pole firmly to add
torque. Startled, the shemale lunged forward, and Charisma smacked her
three times so fiercely that she hurt her palm and left angry red
prints of her hand upon Tiffany's wet, glistening bottom. The shemale
cried out.
"I told you to stay still!" Charisma rebuked her.
Tiffany settled back into the position she'd assumed at Charisma's
earlier command, resting her weight upon her elbows and knees, with her
legs parted wide and her ass high in the air. She started to look back,
over her shoulder, at Charisma, to see what the hell she was doing to
her, but the sorceress gave her another pair of hard, quick swats, and
she face forward again, biting her lower lip against the stinging pain
that leaped through her buttocks.
Something hard and dense and thick had been shoved past the cheeks of
her ass--something far harder, denser, and thicker than even the magic
penises that Charisma sometimes made spring, magically, from her groin,
and Tiffany was afraid, at first, that her mistress might be about to
fist-fuck her again, inserting her fingers, her hand, her wrist, and
half her forearm into her bowels. Whatever Charisma had shoved between
her buttocks felt about the same size as Charisma's arm, but it wasn't
flesh that Tiffany had felt--it was something much smoother, colder,
harder, and denser. It seemed like something made of metal, but,
surely, Charisma wouldn't insert something metal into her rectum. Would
she?
The end of the bat pressed against the tiny, tight opening into
Tiffany's rectum. Although the sorceress shoved hard, twisting the bat
in her hands, the sphincter refused to yield. Her asshole was too small
or, depending on how one looked at the matter, the bat was too thick.
Charisma redoubled her efforts, to no avail. Tiffany's asshole just
couldn't stretch wide enough to accept the baseball bat, especially
since Charisma hadn't bothered to lubricate wither Tiffany's butt hole
or the Little Slugger. Reluctantly, Charisma tugged the bat free and
set it against the wall. The aluminum bat made a soft ping as she set
it in place.
Charisma decided to have a different kind of fun with Tiffany.
Depending upon her mood, she may or may not take up the bat again
today.
"Sit," the sorceress commanded, striking Tiffany's ass a hard, stinging
blow.
Tiffany sat, quickly.
"Put your head back."
Tiffany did so, letting her neck and head loll against her shoulders as
she wondered, silently, what new humiliation, punishment, or abuse her
mistress had in mind.
"Close your eyes."
Tiffany's eyes closed.
Charisma turned off the shower. Then, a pungent odor filled Tiffany's
nostrils as a thick, warm stream of water sprayed her upturned face.
Startled, she opened her eyes to find Charisma squatting above her. The
sorceress was straddling her. The spray of water wasn't water; it was
urine--Charisma was emptying her bladder on her! The shemale closed her
eyes again, tightly, screwing up her face against the warm spray
cascading over her hair, brow, eyes, nose, cheeks; lips, chin, jaw,
neck, breasts, tummy, pubes, cock, balls, and thighs.
"Open your mouth."
Tiffany hesitated to obey Charisma's command, and the sorceress slapped
her across the face.
Tiffany gasped, opening her mouth, and the stream of urine flowed over
her lips, past her teeth, and over her tongue. She swallowed the salty,
slightly bitter, pale yellow piss. The taste was tart and strange, but
not unpleasant. More of Charisma's urine streamed into her mouth, and
Tiffany swallowed, gulping the fluid as quickly as it spewed into her
mouth. She'd never tasted pee before, and she didn't like the flavor of
it, but it wasn't so disagreeable that it was disgusting. However, it
was rich, and she thought she'd be sick if she drank too much.
As if she could read her mind--and maybe she could--Charisma asked,
"Had enough?"
Tiffany nodded.
"Close your mouth."
Tiffany's mouth closed.
The stream of urine continued to flow over the seated shemale, coursing
over her wet, shining breasts, her glistening tummy, and her wet pubes
and shimmering genitals. The flow of urine continued for another
fifteen minutes, courtesy, once again, of Charisma's magic powers. The
sorceress enjoyed the sight of her golden shower cascading over
Tiffany's face, breasts, and genitals. By the time she'd finished,
Charisma had soaked Tiffany's hair as well.
Finally, the spray of urine ended, the final beads dripping from
Charisma's urethra, onto Tiffany's upturned face, and the sorceress
said, "You're not to wash or rinse your hair or body or towel yourself
dry. Understand?"
"Yes."
"I hope you enjoyed the taste of my piss, because you will drink from
me often."
"I did," Tiffany replied, blushing. "Thank you."
Charisma gazed at the aluminum baseball bat. She decided not to use it-
-at least, not today. By forcing Tiffany to drink her urine, the
sorceress had humiliated the shemale enough for the time being and had,
once again, demonstrated her dominance over the lovely transsexual.
Charisma stepped back from the shemale seated on the shower stall
floor. "You may go, but stay naked." Charisma knew that Tiffany found
it embarrassing, even humiliating, to be nude in front of the butler,
the chauffeur, the chef, and the maids. Consequently, Charisma made
sure that the shemale was naked at all times, whether she was in the
mansion or traveling with Charisma in one of the sorceress' limousines.
No doubt, she'd feel even more mortified today, both naked and smelling
of Charisma's urine.
"Put that baseball bat away, too," Charisma directed. "We won't be
needing it, after all."
Tiffany's eyes widened. My God! She thought. Was that what Charisma had
been trying to force up her ass? With a trembling hand, she grasped the
Little Slugger.
"Not today, anyway," Charisma added.
... To be continued....
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