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Her face smelling like man ass, Pansy Pumpscock glowed as she knelt
behind a dumpster in the dirty alleyway. Kneeling next to her was her
sissy sister, Prissy Pumpscock, face covered with ropes of sticky white
man goo. Her makeup all a mess, Prissy looked as if she had been crying
for hours. Even so, Pansy could tell that she was glowing as well. They
had made a man cum together, hard!
Looking into each other's loving eyes, they said, "OH MY GAWD, I NEED TO
BE MAKING MEN CUM!" And with that, the glow that warmed their souls was
replaced with the fundamental need that governed their lives: being the
reason why cum spurted out of men's cocks.
Looking at her sister Prissy, Pansy could have sworn that she had never
seen a sexier image in her life. Now the words on her t-shirt, jutting
out obscenely thanks to that massive, fake torpedo tits bolted to her
body were demonstrably as true as true could be. She looked like a man
had used her face as a human fleshlight, and then painted it with his
cum. A fuck object, to use, soil, and discard. She was indeed a "CUM
DUMPSTER."
Instinctively, Pansy took out her phone from her pants pocket, opened up
a chat dialog with the contact labeled CALL ME and messaged the number a
picture of Prissy. Prissy then took the phone from Pansy and sent a
picture of a disheveled Pansy.
They, pulling Pansy close to her, she started kissing her sister, rubbing
the cum all over their faces. Pansy moaned into her mouth, and she tasted
a man's sperm for the second time in her life. She could feel her brain
cataloging the taste. How much more acidic it was, and thicker than the
first man.
When the two of them had their faces glistening with semen, they each
turned and smiled as Prissy held up Pansy's phone and sent a selfie to
the number.
Then, starting a video, Prissy held out the phone towards them, as Pansy
started licking the cum off of her sister's face and then slowly kissing
her, passing the spit and spooge to her sister with her tongue.
Slowly, they cleaned each other's faces with their tongues, savoring the
taste as they passed it from mouth to mouth. If was very important of
them to record as proof their immense love for men's cum, and show how it
controlled their lives.
When they were done, they each looked up into the camera, and said,
seductively, "Oh my god, I need to be making men cum."
As Prissy turned off the video, and handed the phone back to her sister,
She looked into her sister, and said, "I love you, Pwithy Pumpthcock."
Pansy Pumpscock, who needed more than anything to make men cum, OMG,
talked, with a very pronounced lisp!
Prissy hugged Pansy tight, and squeezed, "I love you, Pansy Pumpscock!
I'm so proud of you!" While Pansy talked like a ridiculous sissy baby,
her sister Pansy talked like an extreme version of a teen girl.
Even though she was able to control more of what came out of her mouth,
she also knew that she didn't want to say much more than that OMG, she
needed to be making men cum. She didn't have a use for a vocabulary that
didn't help her with her need to be as sissified as possible to draw cum
out from men's cocks.
Tilting her head coyly, she giggled at her sister, "OMG, I Need to be
making men cum." Soon the two sissy sisters were chanting it in unison,
giggling like they held the funniest secret in the world between them.
--
Marching out of the alley together, Prissy with her exaggerated strut,
designed to maximize the bounce of the breasts projecting out from her
chest, and Pansy, mincing as if she were her underdeveloped little
sister, the two sissiest of sissies turned and walked towards the street
that had the entrance to the corset shop.
Pansy didn't know why they were heading back to where the crowd of
reporters was, but she trusted her bigger sister without question. At the
corner, she noticed a rundown, pink car double parked with flashing
headlights. She could see the words Prissy Mobile in large, white cursive
letters on the back windshield. It had a bumper sticker that read, "I
BRAKE FOR MEN" and a vanity license plate of "PUMP3R".
Walking around to the driver's side, Prissy told her sister, "OMG, I need
to be making men cum."
Pansy giggled back at her and said, "OMG, yes!"
Running to the front of the car, Prissy turned towards the shop entrance,
blocked by reporters and paparazzi, and yelled, "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING
MEN CUM!"
The group turned towards the sissies in confusion. Pansy joined in with a
loud, "OH MY GOD!!!! I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!!!"
Suddenly, one of the reporters realized who it was and started running
towards them. Squealing, Prissy jumped into the driver's seat. She could
hear Pansy frantically trying to open the passenger's side door as the
reporters grew closer.
Just in the nick of time, Prissy unlocked the door, letting her sister
jump in, slam, and lock it. Running into the car, one of the reporter's
started banging on Pansy's window, yelling out, "Mr. Tudor, are you
abandoning the merger?"
Pansy blew a kiss to the man, and mouthed, "OMG."
Flooring the ancient vehicle, Prissy left the startled man standing in
the middle of the street, as more and more rushed up, taking pictures as
the sissies sped away. As they turned the corner, Pansy could see them
rushing towards their cars in hopes of hot pursuit. You could hear the
rattling of Prissy's car fading away in the distance.
--
The sissy sisters burst into laughter. "OMG!!!" Prissy seemed to know
where they were going, so Pansy pulled a massive double-headed dildo that
she had just noticed she was sitting on.
Instinctively, Pansy started pushing one end into her face. She loved the
gagging feeling as she got closer to the middle. As she tried to force it
deeper and deeper, Pansy noticed that they had suddenly stopped at a
traffic light. Pulling her sissy sister's dildo impaled face towards her,
Prissy put the other end into her mouth and started forcing her smudged
red lips towards Pansy.
Neither of them cared that pedestrians crossing the street were staring
at them, slack-jawed, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. A
couple of college-aged boys banged on the hood of their car, and yelled
"good job", giving the two sissies, busy face fucking each other the
thumbs up sign.
Prissy was so close to reaching the middle of the dildo, that she didn't
notice at first the cars honking at them because the light had turned
green. Flooring the gas, lurching forward, Prissy popped her end of the
dildo out of her mouth and continued down the road.
The pure, humiliating, sissiness of what they had just done made Pansy
pump the dildo harder in her face. She felt the need to say it... to
affirm it. Pulling the dildo out, she said firmly, "OMG, I need to be
making men cum," before plunging the shaft back hard down her throat,
causing her to gag. She did need it. She really, really did. Pulling it
back out she said it again, this time more desperately, "OH MY GOD, I
need to be making men cum," before stabbing the dildo back into her mouth
as if her hands were a man who took no consideration for her feelings.
Pansy Pumpscock lost track of the time as she repeated the exercise over
and over again, making sure that her soul was aligned with the sissy
cosmos. Suddenly, her body lurched forward, as their car abruptly stopped
in front of a store named STEEL.
They were in an industrial part of town, the stores in buildings made
from brick many years ago. Prissy swayed her long sexy legs out of the
rundown car, and stepped out, slamming the door and walking into the
store, not waiting for Pansy to follow her. Pansy rushed after her, limp
sissy wrists all a flutter and she tried to catch up.
Inside was a store with glass cases full of metal rings and chains. In
the middle were racks of leather clothes, and along the back were shelves
with rows and rows of what looked like little metal Christmas trees of
different sizes.
Her sister Prissy was leaning into a man at one end of the counter. He
was bald, and skinny, wearing heaving black combat boots, leather pants,
a white t-shirt and a leather vest. His arms were covered in tattoos that
seemed to be of dozens of muscular men bound kneeling.
He looked at Pansy and calmly said, "Welcome back. Are you ready for your
steel?"
Pansy gulped, unsure of what he was talking about, and said meekly,
"OMG."
The man looked and Prissy, and said, "Get the bitch ready."
Prissy smiled back and him, and said, "yes Master Steel!" Holding out her
hand to Pansy, she led her sister into the back.
---
Pansy found herself being let into a room with a large, pink
gynecological chair. Prissy knelt down and started stripping her sister
from the waist down. As soon as her ruffle butt panties were removed,
Pansy could feel her sissy clit deflate.
One her lower clothes were off Prissy helped her into the chair and
locked her feet into the stirrups, spreading them wide apart so that her
butthole was clearly on display. Terrified, Pansy moaned, "OMG."
After a few minutes, Master Steel entered the room.
Walking over to a cabinet, he pulled out a pair of long, latex gloves
that he started pulling on. He then wheeled over a large rubber bladder
full of what appeared to be soapy water that was on a pole high in the
air. Coming out of it was a long rubber tube with a rubber bulb on one
end and another one a foot down the line with a metal dial on it.
Making sure that it was thoroughly covered in grease, then man then
started pushing the deflated end into Pansy's exposed ass. The sissy's
whole body started to shake from the intrusion. Short gasps were forced
out of her tightly constricted lungs as her body overloaded from the
sensations of having her ass stuffed.
Pansy felt completely alone, unaware that her sissy sister was kneeling
on the floor behind her. Prissy, having taken off her leather short
shorts, was squatting on the ground slowly rising up and down on a very
large dildo while brutally pulling on the large nipples on the end of her
fake tits. You could see the flesh of her larger than average limp cock
trying to burst the confines of the steel cage locked around it as her
ass pressed down low to take all of the long, thick shaft down to its
base as her feet balanced precariously on her 5" platform shoes. On the
end of the cage was a red, heart-shaped tag that had the words, "PROPERTY
OF MASTER CHUB." Her mouth formed a silent O as her body forced her to
repeatedly accept and release the massive, fake cock into her tight,
sissy ass. You could see the muscles of her tights strain from the
working her body was inflicting on itself. In front of her stood Prissy's
cell phone supported by a small tripod as it broadcast every moment of
her defilement.
Pansy automatically tried to close her legs to the intrusion of the plug
into her exposed ass, but because her feet were locked into the stirrups
there was nothing she could do but try to push back against the invading
rubber. Pansy's moans of "OMG! OH MY GOD!" rang out inside the small
concrete room.
Telling that Pansy was resisting him Master Steel slapped the willful
sissy on the thigh and ordered, "open sissy. Accept me inside you."
Even as she spasmed from the new feelings her body was experiencing, she
could feel the ring of her ass relaxing because of his command. She must
open her ass to him. She must accept him inside.
As he pushed into him, Pansy could feel her ass growing tighter and
tighter until all at once it felt like he had passed some anal barrier
and the bulb was quickly engulfed by his now hungry ass.
Once it was completely inside, the Master started pumping on the other
bulb causing the thing stuffed into his ass to inflate slowly. With each
pump, Pansy could feel herself feeling more and more stuffed. It was if
her body was being turned into nothing more than a flesh device designed
to wrap itself around the plug.
Then, when he was confident that Pansy's ass was sealed tight, he stopped
pumping and started turning the metal dial on the bulb. Slowly, Pansy
could feel warm water flowing into him.
At first, the sensation was that of a wonderful full feeling. Pansy felt
a contentment as if she had just finished a wonderful family meal with
her Master and all of her sissy sisters. Pansy didn't even think about
the fact that she had no idea who here master was. She just knew that she
had one, and that she belonged to him.
But after a while, the feeling started becoming too much. Pansy began,
more and more, to feel like a balloon that was about to burst. She could
feel the water working it deeper into her bowels, and feel the pressure
intensify against her already too tight corset. Should couldn't help but
cry out in discomfort,"OH MY GOD!!!"
Long after Pansy felt that she couldn't take any more of the liquid,
Master Steel turned off the flow, and walked out of the room, leaving the
bound sissy to her mornings.
The sounds of her sister's agony caused Prissy to slam her ass down
harder onto the dildo. While it appeared that everything Prissy was doing
was under her control, inside her head it was as if she was a puppet
being brutally raped by an unseen force that controlled her body. While
she knew that her body was not her's to control, it never seemed to make
it any easier when He decided to demonstrate to her just how much control
He had over her.
----
For what seemed an eternity Master Steel gave Pansy Pumpscock enemas to
clean out her ass. Just when the cramping got to be too much, he would
unlock her plug and let the waste flow into the drain below.
When he was satisfied that her ass was clean, he walked out of the room,
and returned with a metal, tree-shaped object that he held out to Pansy.
"This is your Master's plug." He turned it around to show the flat base,
that had the words Chub Master engraved on it. "You will hold it in your
ass as if your life depended on it, and not remove it unless ordered to.
Do you understand?"
Pansy nodded, saying "OMG!" She couldn't believe that her ass could hold
something so large.
Holding it up to her mouth, he commanded, "lick it. Get it nice and wet."
Pansy started licking the plug all over, salivating automatically.
When Master Steel was satisfied that Pansy had done enough, he pulled it
down and pressed it against her opening.
Pushing the massive plug into her, he commanded, "open!"
Pansy cried out, "OMG," as she felt her ass stretched by something clearly
too large to fit into her virgin ass. She tried to obey him, but the pain
of feeling the ring of her ass stretch beyond anything close to being
natural had Pansy trying to move her ass to get away.
"Open," the master yelled, pushing harder on the plug. Pansy could feel
it slowly going deeper into her, each millimeter causing her more pain as
it widened her ass.
And then her ass inhaled the plug. It pulled the steel bulb inside Pansy
as if it was an essential part of her she was.
Pansy was stuffed. Pansy was full because of the orders of her Master.
There was a warmth that traveled over the sissy as she felt herself
become more of what she needed to be to be complete. She thought she knew
what being a sissy felt like before, but as her ass lovingly milked the
huge plug that now occupied the center of her being, Pansy felt like she
had just been born again.
---
Snapping his fingers, he pointed at Prissy in the back of the room and
indicated for her to come to the center where he was standing.
Pulling herself off of the long thick dildo rising from the back of the
room, Prissy Pumpscock ran to stand in front of Master Steel.
He looked at her and said, "Prissy, present."
With a surprisingly quick motion, the sissy pulled her CUM DUMPSTER t-
shirt off and folded it on the floor beside her, before rising to
attention, her feet spread wide apart, and cupping her massive tits from
underneath to display them to the master.
Not saying a word, he left the room. Pansy wondered what the letters ATM
stood for that were tattooed on her sister's ass. She also noticed for
the first time the words PISS WHORE that were written on her thighs below
her ass cheeks in cursive letters. Pansy thought that looked really hot.
After a minute he came back. Pansy couldn't make out the purpose for the
rings on the steel tray.
Rolling a small round stool over to in front of Prissy, he sat in front
of her and grabbed one of the rings from the tray. Pansy wished she could
see what he was doing.
Grabbing another ring and somehow connecting it to one of her breasts,
Prissy cried out, "OMG!"
After a minute, the master was done. He looks up at her, and said,
"Present to your sister."
What Pansy saw caused her to gasp in shock. Before, Prissy had beautiful,
fake, torpedo tits, capped by puffy little nipples. Now a pair of steel
rings and a bar bell running through her nipple forced them to jut out
almost an inch from her breasts. They were fake before, but they were
beautiful. Now, they were obscene. Pansy was speechless.
"These are nipple trainers, Pansy. They make sure that your nipples are
always painfully erect. Put your shirt on, sissy." Prissy quickly bent
over, her legs straight, to pick up her t-shirt. Now, with her nipples
protruding unnaturally from her tits under the words CUM DUMPSTER, the
sissy slut looked like some form of an alien creature of lust. She was a
slut. She was a cum dumpster, and her nipples proved to everyone looking
at her that she loved this more than anything in the world.
Looking at Prissy, he pointed to a corner of the room and commanded,
"squats." She seductively walked over to the corner, turned to face them,
placed her arms behind her head, thrusting out her ultra-obscene tits,
and started doing deep squats.
Master Steel then rolled himself over between Pansy's legs. Unable to
help herself, she looked down at him and confided, "OMG, I need to be
making men cum."
Holding up a small steel set of rings to Pansy, he held up to her a small
red heart-shaped tag with two tiny, little, attached bells, and said,
"This is your chastity device, Pansy." Engraved on it were the words,
"PROPERTY OF MASTER CHUB."
"OMG!" Pansy didn't know her Master's name. She was the property of
Master Chub. She wondered what his cock was like. She bet it was really
thick, because of his name. Pansy's cleverness made her giggle.
Setting down the cage, Steel pulled out a steel ring from the tray.
Grabbing onto Pansy's limp cock, he started threading the ring through a
hold in the tip of the sissy's clitty. This struck Pansy as really
strange, because she never remembered getting her clit pierced like that.
Looking up at her, he said, "This will make it impossible for you to
remove without your Master's permission."
Pansy gasped at the perfection of the idea, and started squeezing hard on
the plug impaling her ass. Truths started writing themselves into her
brain. Master Chub controlled her clit. Master Chub controlled her ass.
Master Chub controlled how she walked. Master Chub controlled how she
talked. Chub Master controlled Pansy Pumpscock. Chub Master created Pansy
Pumpscock. He was her god; he created her, and she worshipped him
unconditionally.
Locking the ring into the head of Pansy's clit, Master Steel began to
connect the rings of Pansy's custom fitted cock cage, encasing the sissy
in chastity. Pansy marveled at how perfectly it fit around her sissy
clitty. He then started turning a small screw with a little screwdriver
fusing the parts together. "This is a custom screw designed specifically
for your Master. He is the only person who can remove it."
The idea of being permanently chastised by her master put Pansy Pumpscock
over the edge. There was no doubt. There was no alternative. She was
Pansy Pumpscock, sissy faggot slut slave to Master Chub, created by him
to cause as many men as possible to shoot sperm from their cocks. She
didn't need to use her clit. She was a sissy faggot. The only reason she
had it was so that her master could use it to control every aspect of her
life, and keep her permanently as horny as humanly possible. She was an
object. A sissy fuck doll, to be used and abused by superior men. She
realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had never been happier in
her life. Also, that whatever person that she used to be before she was
made into Pansy Pumpscock, had never been this happy either.
Master Steel turned to the rising and falling Prissy and said, "Get her
cleaned up," before walking out of the room.
Prissy walked over to her bound sister and started freeing her from the
chair. Then she walked her out of the room into a shower down the hall.
As Pansy was having her lower half washed, she began to do a mental
inventory of what she needed to do to accomplish her task. She was
certain that she had thought of everything.
As she let Prissy dry herself off, she thought about how much she loved
her big sister, and how lucky she was to have her. She cried out "OMG" in
joy when she felt her ruffle butt panties cover her now chastised sissy
clit. Things were almost totally right in the world. She was a sissy
faggot. Her clit was locked away by her master. Her ass was stuffed with
her Master's massive butt plug. She was confined in a very constricting
super-sissy corset. She was wearing her sky-high platform Fuck Me Pumps,
and her long legs were encased in sexy white fishnet stockings. There
were only a few things left to do.
Walking hand in hand into the main store, the sissy sisters walked over
to a rack containing leather miniskirts. Prissy held one up to her
sister, but Pansy rejected it because of the metal studs that adorned it.
Holding up a simpler one, Pansy nodded, "OMG!"
Not even bothering to remove the $125 price tag, Pansy put it on and with
her sister Prissy walked up to Master Steel. Smiling sweetly at him, they
each kissed him on a cheek and said together, "OMG, I need to be making
men cum."
Taking a pair of scissors, he cut the price tag off of Pansy's leather
skirt and said, "You're welcome girls."
Running out into the street, Pansy jumped into the driver's seat of the
Prissy Mobile. Prissy flounced around to the other side and got it.
Conveniently, Prissy had left the keys to the car in the ignition, so the
two sissy sisters were off in no time. Laughing at each other, they
squealed, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"
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