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Sissy Julian - Chapter XI, Trap Shooting by: sissystevie Julia plays the trap for W. Badford Milhous III's really bad day. Dominica rules, and Julia's Jock fitting is coming as the next and penultimate chapter. Caution: Heavy XXX BDSM at the end. As always, this is a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events whether past or present. Sissy Julian Chapter XI - Trap Shooting by sissystevie W. Badford Milhous III fumbled about nursing yet another hangover after a night of making an ass out of himself whilst being oh so clever and hot with the ladies. It had been several days since his trophy wife, Brittany, had left him a note saying her mother was ill, and she was taking the next amphibian out of Lake Orenda to visit her. She had texted him a couple of times since saying she was very busy and would see him in a few days. During that period Baddy, with two 'Ds', as he preferred to be addressed by his clubby guy friends, and even more so by his frequent paramours, had become more and more horny. It seemed a Master of the Universe such as the great 'he', deserved more than just a world-class ex-model wife who had been on the cover of Vogue three times. Lately he had become infatuated with some of the pretty sissy boys that resided about the lake, especially that Julian bitch boy who was staying with the Bichiers. "Now there's a plan," he thought, "a package deal with the little faggot and his oldie-but-goody aunt! Yeah, and maybe throw in the aunt's hotty young daughter if she's around. Now there's an uppity bitch that really could use a good drilling to set her straight, Ooooh yeah, and I'd take her by her tight backdoor as well," he snickered. "Yeah, the full Baddy treatment! All three will be begging me for more." Relishing that thought and stroking his 'massive' four-inch member, he recalled the flyer he received about a special after church reception at the Bichier camp. What an opportunity to nail the little fairy and maybe his aunt as well. Oh, wait, had he not also heard that the stuck-up bitch daughter was back on the lake? Well, he could handle all three! "All they need is a good slap down, followed by one of Bigg's better butt fucks. "Time for church," the fool decided without a clue that the Mistresses Bichier table was now set. ***** Back at Auntie Jane's there was a beehive of activity preparing for the event. Josh was readying the Pouf Bunny, and Lazarus was reviewing the recently discovered malfeasant transactions Milhous had made. Giselle was setting up the house for the ersatz lawn reception for the final snap of the trap inside. Her final duty would be to trigger the hidden video cameras so that the Countess, the Mistresses of the Order and few select others could watch and wager on various outcomes - one of Countess' favorite sports. The actual 'trap' - none other than our fair Miss Julia - was being pampered and prepared by Didi. Her entire outfit for the day was virginal white as an added boner-builder kink to lure Baddy boy. She wore the usual tight, quarter bra satin corset, peenie petal with matching panties, lace stockings with seams attached to eight lace and ribbon covered suspenders, lace fingerless gloves and five-inch satin heels with a large bow about each ankle strap. Her hair was up in a french twist with a huge silk bow at it rear. Pearls abounded on her ears, neck, fingers, wrist and ankle. Hwer dress was a very short, petticoated confection of sheer white silk adorned with satin bows and fine lace. Its sweetheart neckline showed more than ample cleavage - too much for church, but then this was Lake Orenda and Cannon Cockburn was as kinky as they come. The parishioners ran a close second. Didi would turn her talented attention to simpler task of preparing the nearly nude Brittany after Julia and Auntie departed for church on the Pouf Bunny. Auntie was dressed in her regal finest; with special attention to her lingerie as it would be a prominent feature when she appeared with Brittany. Her tight long skirt featured a slit up to her thigh to add trap candy. Much to her disappointment, it was decided that Dominica was simply too hot for church, and might distract Baddy boy - as well as most of the Western Hemisphere - away from the planned trap. Dominica was at her finest in a very short, very tight, high waisted, white shiny vinyl pencil skirt and an elegant polished silk vertically striped black and white blouse. It featured a rounded schoolmarm white collar and white silk tie. Its long sleeves had a puffed shoulders and tight white cuffs. Short, perfectly fit, black kid gloves covered he hands Her dark mane of hair was done up in a large bun atop her head; her makeup smoky and dark. White seamed stockings attached to a six suspender garter belt, and six-inch black patent spike heels finished her ensemble. She towered over everyone else at nearly six and a half feet in her heels. Dominica, however, would have the great pleasure of actually springing the trap on the poor boy, and even better, conducting his first 'education' session. Her life-long martial arts studies had perfected her expertise with whips, one few even in the Order could rival. Little did Dominica know that the Countess' most active betting line on how long it would take her to completely break the boy. ***** A concerned Julia met Auntie Jane in the camp's massive entrance hall, and after exchanging air kisses, they walked toward the port coch?re. "Pet, are you worried about carrying out you role with this despicable cretin?" Auntie Jane inquired. "Yes, Auntie Jane, I am. I don't want to spoil this for you, but it's something I've never done before." "Sweetie, think of it as a test, because it is. We want to see how confidently you are able to conduct yourself under a stressful condition. Good test results can bring very nice rewards," she replied. Then putting the ante on turbo charge, "Julia, if you are able to handle the situation today, then you will show that you are ready to finally have you date with Jock." Talk about a game changer! It stopped Julia in her tracks. She turned to Auntie Jane and only uttered one word, "Soon?" "Tomorrow if all goes well, my pet." Julia gave that careful consideration for exactly three nanoseconds, "Auntie, may we review the scenario one final time? I want to be perfect!" Talk about a force multiplier. Baddy boy was one very well done piece of toast. ***** Grand entrances were an art perfected years ago by Jane Elizabeth Bichier even before she was one of the original Grand Mistresses of the Order, but today she had a rival in the young Julia. Pausing at the chapel door so the parishioner-usher could point out Badd boy's seat, the ladies began their entrance to Auntie Jane's regular front pew. Auntie was at her proud, beautiful best and flashed more than the usual amount of perfectly shaped stocking clad leg. Julia was simply stunning, raising men's salutes and wetting women's panties in her wake. Nothing like a quiet summer Sunday service on Lake Orenda. However, Julia was locked in on her target: aisle seat, opposite side, one row back from Auntie's. Baddy boy could have supported his hymnal on his pecker if it only were a semi-normal size. He could not believe how hot that little pantywaist faggot was when she passed him showing all that leg and tit. The vixen even winked at him. He would show her what a real man is like, yessiree Bob! Game on! ***** Meanwhile in places far, far away... Betting and conference chatter were on for the Countess and crew. There was especially keen interest because of the individual players. All, but especially so-to-be cousins Lord and Lady Homequest, wanted to see Julia in action. Heather Homequest had pure lust in her eyes when Julia appeared. Everyone had decided not to show her early pictures of Julia simply because she would not be able to control herself. "Howie, look, oh my lord!" she squealed as her pantied clitty began throbbing and leaking. "She's Daphne's equal in beauty, but you say she is a total subby like me! And cousin Jock will bring her here to London. Will you bad Homequest hubbies beat us and then fuck us senseless every day? Please, please! This is a dildo dream come true!" Lord Howard Homequest rolled his eyes and thought, "Cousin Jock, be careful what you wish for!" Next, despite the video feed, he rolled Heather over, slapped her ass hard several times and fucked her with total abandon. Just another happy Homequest day... Grand Mistress Constance Longstreth wanted to see her very soon-to-be new pet, Brittany. Her daughter Daphne not only wanted to check out the new sissy Julia, but her dominant side wanted to observe how the young Dominica handled the situation. Was she is for a show! Grand Mistress Electra Von Hellwigg and her newly installed Mistress of the Order daughter, Raquel Prendergast, also wanted to see the very-soon-to-be Mistress Dominica in action, but mostly craved just seeing another dumbstick permanently deflated. "Boy did he pick the wrong house," Electra giggled to herself recalling a recent handgun ad, knowing that the Jane - Dominic duo was every bit the equal of Raquel and her. "Dominica is so much like I was at her age. Do you know, Raquel, that Dominica actually is better with some whips than I am. Watch her closely. And Janie is more than a mere Mistress of the game. Hell, she invented a good portion of it." Even Sir John Strong, and his fianc?e, Grand Mistress DeeDee Moore and their beloved sissy maid Stevie came online to enjoy the proceedings. Sir John's interest would, of course, focus on his daughter, Dominica. And was he is for a show! The Countess loved the sport and the wagering, but was more interested in seeing the one real love of her life. "Soon, Janie, soon," she thought with a smile, not knowing just how soon. ***** During the service, Julia, who also was quite purposely seated on the aisle, kept up the leg and tit show for Badd boy, even dropped her prayer book in order to stoop to pick it up. It drove Badd boy to distraction, but collateral damage to the adjacent pews, let along poor old Canon Cockburn, was immense. No man's flag was flying at half-mast. The more confident Julia's exit from church was a double dose replay of her entry. Auntie Jane scooted back to the dock to check with Josh, leaving Julia behind for a final flirt, which was soon in coming. Many men were 'readjusting' the fronts of their trousers as they exited. However, Badd boy had the natural advantage of reduced presence down there and made a beeline to the seemingly innocent Julia, who was quietly adjusting her bodice to show more corseted breast bulge. "May I introduce myself, Miss? I am W. Badford Milhous III, but my friends just call me Badd, that is with two 'Ds'." "Hello, I saw you in church," smiled Julia as she turned with a calculated display of her breasts. "Are you really a bad boy? That could be very interesting." "Let's find out," said Badd boy as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek whilst rubbing her front with his not so mighty man parts. "Are you coming to my Aunt's lawn party? It should be great fun and we might perhaps take a little stroll," gushed Julia. "I think I might be able to fit it in," replied Badd boy. Exit time. With a quick turn and wave to terminate conversation, Julia walked to the dock area with a wiggle that would have made a stripper blush. ***** Having left Josh to delay Badd boy, Auntie Jane was at the Pouf Bunny's controls. It would be a most quick run back to camp. As Julia boarded, she giggled and said, "Auntie Jane, I could not believe how small his parts were when I teased him." "Well then he won't miss much, will he?" Auntie Jane replied. "By the way, you were brilliant. Just one little more tease from you to position him, and Dominica will take over." ***** One terribly self-important, not to mention hugely horny, W. Badford Milhous III arrived at the church's dock to discover his inboard was moored to a buoy away from the dock access. "Just what is the meaning of this young man? How dare you move my boat!" he yelled at Josh, who was acting as the dock attendant. Badd - with two 'Ds' - boy just won yet another group of admirers. In a calm voice, Josh, who was nearly twice the size as Badd boy, replied, "Sir, you docked in the space reserved for the Bichier's boat. There was no other space so we had to moor it." "Well, get it for me young man," demanded the resident Master of the Universe. "Sir," Josh replied, "the utility boat was needed elsewhere, but you could paddle out in that small dinghy." "What?" yelled Badd boy? "Or swim," replied Josh as he walked away smiling. ***** Auntie Jane and Julia formed what looked like a receiving line in the camp's entrance hall. The 'party' was on the back lawn. Recorded music and other sounds made it sound in full swing. The much-delayed Badd boy finally arrived and was greeted by the two ladies. "Is it Mr. Milhous?" Auntie Jane said while giving him a don't you dare play with me look. "I do not believe you have been to our camp before." Even Badd boy's dim wit realized that maybe the aunt was not a good bet right now, but that the sweet little morsel next to her would be an easy score. And the little fag would even thank him afterward. "No Miss Bichier, I do not believe I have. It is most lovely," he replied whilst too obviously staring down Julia's now nearly non-existent bodice. "Have you met my niece Julia who is visiting this summer?" "Very briefly after the service this morning, Miss Bichier, but I am delighted to make her full acquaintance now," literally drooled the mighty Mr. Milhous. Julia smiled and bent over with a twist to pick up her champagne flute, giving him an inspired full view of her virgin bride gartered white stockings and panties. "Oh, Julia, you are good, Goddess help that poor Jock Homequest!" thought Auntie. They had not planned that little maneuver; it simply came from somewhere in Julia's much-motivated mind. Did we mention this idiot was toast? "Well, Mr. Milhous, perhaps our Julia could take you on a brief tour before you join our very special festivities," the Auntie spider cooed. Drool now running down the far side of his mouth and his four-inch flag ay full mast, "Oh, Miss Bichier, I would like that very much." "Well then, I shall join my other guests whilst you two wander about." Badd boy just could not believe his good luck, but then he realized it probably was just his charm. Moving next to him and pressing one breast to his arm while taking his arm, Julia whispered, "Why don't we start in the library? You should get a good look because everyone is outside on the far side of the camp." As they walked toward the library, Julia make sure to keep her boob is contact with his arm. As they entered, his hand went under her short dress and literally grabbed her ass. "Oooh, Mr. Milhous!" Julia squealed, as she darted across the room to be near the concealed service entrance, making sure to put on an up skirt, jiggly boob display as she went. Completely overcome by lust and entitlement, Badd boy follow her into perfect position. "This is so easy," he thought. "This is so easy," she thought. Guess who was right? Then he roughly threw Julia to her knees and slapped her face. Julia faked crying and tears. The slap was a love pat next to Dominica's riding crop. "Now you little sissy faggot, me and my cock are going to teach you who's boss." Unzipping his trousers and taking out his pathetic penis, he sneered, "Oh and your crying just makes it sweeter!" He then raised his hand to strike her again, and... 'SPRUNG' the Trap closed. An iron firm black gloved hand grabbed his wrist and twisted it back as a stiletto heel came down on the instep of his foot. Then with practiced martial arts moves, a self-locking steel collar was slammed on his neck quickly followed by a pair of steel cuffs to his wrists, twisting them behind his back. "Ding - ding, dipshit. School is now in session!" snarled a genuinely pissed off Dominica. Badd boy, soon to be neither bad nor boy, had hit the local Mistress trifecta. The facial hit was unexpected, uncalled for and really set Dominica on edge. "His price for that will be pain he never even knew existed," she vowed. Giselle was in thought overdrive about tortures for him when she got him back to the stables. However, Auntie Jane was burning with an even deeper fury. She and Brittany had been by the door of the room and observed the entire thing. Brittany had recoiled in a way that could only mean one thing. Jane quickly connected the dots. "Did that shithead beat you too?" directly asked Auntie. Brittany's body language and tears told Jane Elizabeth Bichier all she needed to know, but "Yes Mistress, sometimes," confirmed it. Jane took Brittany into her arms, the very deep fury built within her was not one she felt in years. "Maybe it's time I gave my daughter a lesson is how to really hurt someone." Just then, throwing some more gasoline on the fire, the idiot who had hit rock bottom, decided to start digging again. Badd boy began to scream and curse, demanding to know who the bitch behind him was. "Your worst fucking nightmare, dipshit," hissed a surprisingly cool Dominica as she walked to his front, standing at least eight inches above him. Ooops! Dominica grabbed his tiny penis and gave it a very hard twist, "This cock is too small even for a sissy. Julia's is bigger. I doubt that even you miss it, certainly no one else will, especially your soon to be ex-wife. "Did you hit her too?" Badd boy grimaced, giving Dominica all the confirmation she needed as her gloved hand grasped his balls. "You know what my fondest wish is, shithead? Well, I'll tell you. I wish your balls would grow back each time I destroy them so that I could do it again, and again, and again! And then I would let all my playmates do the same to you!" Then she, with the smile of an avenging angel, squeezed them until he passed out. "Mummy, it is time to be rid of this rodent. Let's regroup in the great entrance hall, have him bid farewell to his wife, and then we will let the real fun begin. "Julia you were simply brilliant! None of us expected that slap. "Giselle, please, a hand to properly secure our little project out in the entrance hall. I also want a spiked penis collar and the Butt Blasted plug as well. "Didi, please quickly help Julia sort out her face and dress and then tend to Brittany." Watching her daughter in action had relaxed Jane. Her critical Mistress' eye knew quality talent, and Dominica had it at the level of the very best. She even connected the abuser dots on the fly. Others were even more impressed. ***** The Countess, from afar... "I know we have one more act to come, but I would like to take an extraordinary action. "Connie, DeeDee, Lecta: I move that we deputize our sister Jane to immediately confer all Mistress of the Order rights and privileges upon her daughter Dominica. I do believe Janie has a few of the proper crests and emblems scattered about." "Oh, yes," said Constance. "So very yes," added DeeDee. "After that performance, in spades!" finalized Electra. "So done. I will call Jane now, and then we shall tally the wagers thus far. There were some most interesting twists, especially that wonderful one of the cretin's balls. We need to up our betting game to reflect a full Mistress Dominica." ***** Giselle scurried up to Auntie Jane with a jewelry box and a cell phone. "Mistress, an urgent call." Giselle remained with the box, per instructions from the Countess and listened to the camp end of the call. "Oh Katty, it's so good to hear your voice. I almost lost it over that serial abusing shithead, but Mica was so brilliant she saved me!" "What? Katty, we've never done that. "Everyone was in favor? "Right now? Yes, I see that clever Giselle has my old emblem case. "Your Grace, I am, and I'm sure Dominica will be, humbled. Yes, we shall call you when we have some privacy. "Thank you again, my dearest Katty. Bye-bye. "Giselle, please leave the box and phone on the table and let's get the library emptied so that I may have a private moment with my daughter. "The other arrangements will take a few minutes, so please send Dominica to be now. And thank you, sweetie." ***** A somewhat concerned Dominica arrived in the library. "Is something wrong, Mummy? There are tears in your eyes." "No - no, dear, quite the opposite. Very quite the opposite! Please close the door. We have to make a call and perform a certain sacred ceremony. Then I suggest we both change into more appropriate outfits - and fix our faces. ***** The grand entrance hall was set up with Badd boy now nude and in heavy steel neck, wrist and ankle manacles with connecting chains, all securely locked. A chain hung from the ceiling just over him. A rough stableman stood beside him. Giselle, Didi and a refreshed and radiant Julia stood to one side. Young Miss Julia's mind was somewhere else as her tongue lightly glided over her lips. The clicking high heels could be heard before Dominica Strong Bichier, now full Mistress of the Order, entered the hall in the same dress style her mother wore the night before. It was of sheer black leather that clung to her body. Its halter neck split to barely covered her ample, firm breasts and extended below her navel. A wide leather belt rested on her hips with a full Mistress of Order's metal emblem resting just above her womanly mound. Its skirt was split from her hips to the floor, showing stiletto-heeled boots that reached her upper thigh. The boot on the long dress' slit side had a chain about it, which also bore the Order's crest. She wore black kid gloves that extended nearly to her shoulders. Her very favorite five-foot single tail snake whip was coiled in her right hand. Giselle and the sissies went into the very deepest of curtsies, all with eyes on the full Emblem of the Order on Dominica's low-slung belt clasp. Mistress Dominica had very much arrived. The former W. Badford Milhous III was about to depart. Standing before the now cringing man, she hissed, "You have no idea how much pleasure hurting you this afternoon shall give me." She flipped her coiled whip out on the floor, and with studied expertise, cracked it once off to the side, and with another flourish up and about her head, a second crack just above the dipshit's head. W. Badford Milhous III lost bladder control. Looking at the puddle on the floor with contempt, Dominica said, "That is be the only thing that dumbstick is going to be good for when we finish with you, that is if you still have it." A second splash made even Dominica turn away to hide her laughter. "But first, your wife wishes to see you." On cue, Mistress of the Order Jane Elizabeth Bichier, dressed exactly as her daughter entered the room with, what to Badd boy was a very different Brittany, quite literally in tow by her clit ring. She presented much as she was the previous evening. A natural, world-class beauty, Brittany was nude except for very high silver strappy heels. She was locked in a silver collar connected by fine chains to similar wrist manacles. Auntie Jane held a thin chain in her gloved hand that went to Brittany's clitoris ring. Her makeup and nails were perfection as was her 'big' hair styled high on her head. The sissies and Giselle again deeply curtsied. Bigg boy's eyes nearly fell out of his head. The exotic Mistress and slave approach was an 11 on a sex meter ending in 10. "Like you new wifie, Mister Bigg boy?" asked a mocking, but totally seductive Mistress Jane. "Aren't we just like one of your pathetic wet dreams? "So hot! Sweet pea, show the boy how hot for Mistress you are. Brittany almost did a short form vertical lap dance to taunt him, gloating as she went. She ended in a deep French kiss with Mistress Jane. "Look, ass wipe, her nice smooth pussy is dripping it's so wet. But it's not for you; it's for me. She didn't switch sides; she switched teams. My pussy is actually dripping at the thought of how she will later lick it. I bet you would love to see that! "NONE of this will ever be yours again. Say goodbye, asshole!" ***** Returning to control, Dominica said, "It is now with great pleasure that I shall introduce you to a few of the 'joys' your that new life shall entail." Looking at the rough man, "Please position him for the whip." Once held by the ceiling chain, the whipping began. Despite the underlying fury and contempt, Dominica methodically used the whip to its maximum effect, leaving uniform, precise welts about his entirebody. The ending blows were upon his cock and balls. He certainly was not very manly as he pleaded for mercy and wept like a baby. "Fitting isn't it, dipshit. Here you are crying, just like Julia and your beautiful wife. Never, have I whipped someone who deserved it more! "Now we have two more little reminders of your past and future to give you before your depart to the stables and tender care of Miss Giselle. "First, just because you like to roughly use other people's asses, we have something very special for your asshole. It's called the Butt Blaster, need I say any more?" The howls could be heard three islands away as Badd's butt was very blasted. "Now, onto my favorite. It will really keep your mind focused on your pathetic prick. "However, the honor of placing this device shall go to your wife, who will be guided by my mother. Now won't that be special!" After receiving the horrid looking metal contraption from a grinning Giselle, Mistress Jane came forward with Brittany. Standing to his side, and with pure venom, but in a low controlled voice, Mistress Jane hissed, "Had I whipped you, you would now be dead. Never cross me or any of my loved ones again or I will and you will." Badd boy lost control of his bladder again. Auntie looked at him with contempt. Brittany started laughing as she leaned over and kissed Jane, saying, "Thank you, Mistress." "However, I did not whip you, YET, and now we have something you so richly deserve. Look at it, puissant. Yes, the sharply spiked hinged tube will be locked over your worthless dick. Now won't this be fun to sport about? "Maybe the spikes will cause an infection and the worthless thing will fall off. You won't have any balls by then, so who cares." Badd boy was openly wailing and started pleading for mercy before Auntie Jane slapped him in his face so hard he came off the ground. "That was for my Julia," she spat. Returning to the task and feeling much better, Auntie said, "Now Brittany, these things are tricky. I'll set it up, but you have the honor, and I'm sure the pleasure, of closing and locking it. You can even throw away the key if you wish." Auntie set everything in place for Brittany, and gave Brittany the nod. Brittany placed her hands about the open tube, and then paused with a smile. She tickled his shaft, making it expand as she sweetly said, "Oh Baddy, you so loved me to make you hard, didn't you?" He grunted as it grew. In a cruel voice she said, "Well asshole, not today!" as she slammed closed the pieces. "Not ever again!" Dominica returned, and read from a document, "You have been declared an 'Incorrigible' by the Order. Accordingly, after certain legal matters are resolved at Lake Orenda over the next few days, you - 'assuming you survive,' she added - will the remanded to Mrs. Bracewell's Academy for conversion. Failing that, you will be sold to the highest bidder. "He's done. Take him to the stables," calmly declared the newest Mistress of the Order as if she was returning a rotten piece of meat to the butcher. ***** Jane hated cell phones, and texts even more, but had held her cell close after the Countess' first call. It buzzed to a text message, and she irritatedly looked at it, then promptly broke into tears. It said, 'My dearest, deepest love, we are wheels up in my spanky new G650 headed west. Go to bed and sleep well in something very sexy. I will wake you in the morning with some very special kisses. K. 'p.s., Everyone had decided to start the Fred and Julie wedding party early. They also want to see the start of the Julia - Jock union. I think Heather wants Julia as much as Jock wants her. I hope the Homequest boys know what they're in for! 'Anyway, Connie has ordered one of your planes for an early trip up to Lake Orenda tomorrow. Daphne told me Connie could not take hers eyes of Brittany. Oh, and she wants whip lessons from Mica, who is now her total idol. 'Johnny and half of London - you know who - are planning on a Plattsburg or Burlington launch tomorrow morning in his plane. Have Giselle work her miracles, tell her they all have sissies along to help her.' Then, with blurred eyes, she forwarded the message to Giselle and Dominica. Neither Jane, Katty nor Julia slept that night. To be continued... ********************** Your thoughts and feedback are important. I would love to hear from you. In addition to posting comments, you may reach me at [email protected] should you so desire. © 2015 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. 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