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Chapter 9:
The scene was as familiar to Veronica as it was humiliating. She lay on
her back, panting and gasping for air, her brown hair plastered to her
cheeks as Sam came up for air. She looked down and saw the large and
naked man straddling her body. He had gained a few pounds in the months
since their first encounter, but he was still considerably more muscular
than she had ever been. His chest proudly sported a hairy mane that
stretched from his naval to above his nipple line, and his short, crew-
cut hairstyle was a perfect match for his angular and chiseled jawline.
His legs, adorned by black hair matching that of his chest, were bulbous
and muscular. Between his legs, fully erect and throbbing, was the
epitome of masculinity; a proud and beautiful member that would make any
real man jealous, and any woman swoon. He normally didn't feel the need
to use Veronica in such a complete fashion as he was clearly planning to,
but this morning he seemed to feel particularly dominant. Veronica
realized she may have miscalculated in choosing the most provocative
lingerie possible.
Beneath him, Veronica drank in her own appearance. From this angle, her
budding breasts now somewhat obscured the view of the rest of her
feminized form. She could make out the sea foam nail polish on her dainty
toes, noticing that one of them had chipped and would require maintenance
after her morning ritual had concluded. Above her feet were two freshly-
shaven, toned and tanned legs that stretched for miles; the kind of legs
that any man would drool over, and any woman would be proud to display.
They stretched upwards into her widening hips attached to her blossoming
buttocks; cheeks now so swollen that she found it slightly uncomfortable
to lay on her arched back. Her exposed stomach; tight and firm, but with
no hint of muscles other than a slight hint of a typical feminine V-shape
directing attention towards her crotch, was highlighted by a single
belly-button ring. Above them her breasts, encased in her strappy and
overly-flirtatious turquoise bra, were heaving as she caught her breath.
For the first time, she had the sensation that they were jiggling just as
a result of her breathing; a realization that caused a tingle to form
behind her now enlarged nipples. She reached up and put her hands on
Sam's muscular chest, catching a glimpse of her carefully-manicured nails
and the single silver band that adorned her left ring-finger.
Sam stopped his assault on Veronica long enough to reach down and bat
playfully at her caged "manhood". He noticed Veronica's instinctive
grimace, knowing that she had little actual sensation of pain, but that
the reaction of Matt's buried persona was still something that needed to
be bred out of her. "Do you even remember what it is like using this
thing other than to relieve yourself?" Veronica, knowing the remark was
one of the dozens Sam delivered throughout the course of any given day to
reinforce her lost masculinity, grimaced slightly and shook her head no.
"Only vaguely, sir. I like the kind of pleasure I get from your big, hard
dick much better now." The words were feminine and genuine. She really
did enjoy sex more as a woman than she did as a man, even though the
realization of that continued to haunt and humiliate the part of her that
still fought to be a man.
"You took to that clit-cage like a fish to water. I'd unlock you and
would let "her" out to play, but judging by the last time I was feeling
generous, it would just hang there like a limp worm again." Veronica had
to bite her lower lip to try and fight back her hormonally-charged
emotional response. Two months into this ordeal, Sam had gotten her so
hot and bothered she had begged him to release her, just so she could
experience coming as a man one last time. Sam acquiesced and handed her
the key. Veronica could still remember the tears that streamed down her
face as she realized, even after she had unlocked her now-useless member,
she was totally incapable of getting erect. The muscles had atrophied so
far that her member was truly useless. She could never again have sex
with a woman even if she wanted to. Sam had laughed so long and hard at
her that night. He made her take photos of her limp, useless cocklette
hanging next to Sam's superior manhood. In the few times she had given
him attitude, it was something he would remind her of without hesitation.
Veronica, knowing Sam's voracious sexual appetite well after four months
as his plaything and feeling particularly humiliated by the day's events,
reached down and grasped his throbbing member. The realization that her
dainty, painted nails barely looked pathetically small in comparison was
another reminder of her feminized state. "Daddy, I want you to come
inside of me." She cooed, knowing the buttons that Sam liked having
pushed. Sam didn't hesitate. Veronica steeled herself for the penetration
that was about to happen, fearing the discomfort to come, but taking
solace that it would be far less painful than that first time four months
ago.
Chapter 10:
The word seemed to hang in the air like an odor; as if someone had blown
out a candle and the smoke still lingered. Sam grinned an evil grin,
looking Veronica in the eye as he leaned in and replied, "if you say so."
The initial feelings of excitement and anxious arousal surrounding her
rectum were quickly replaced by a searing heat and pain as Sam began to
thrust into her. Veronica, laying on her back and still somewhat
dumfounded by the realization that she had literally begged to be
emasculated while exposing herself on camera still numbing her brain. A
hint of Matt came to the surface momentarily to remind her that she was
being penetrated, and that men don't allow other men to do this, but she
quickly swatted him away. She could feel the first inch ripping at her
bottom. Sam slowly backed out and thrust further, repeating the process
until the moment occurred. He had fully penetrated her. He lingered there
for a moment and cupped Veronica's chin. She had looked away, unable to
mentally reconcile that she had just completely and freely surrendered
her manhood to this man on top of her. Sam forced her to lock eyes with
him. He looked into her beautiful green eyes, full of a combination of
wonder and horror, as he whispered to her, punctuating each word, "You.
Are. Now. Mine."
Veronica, knowing he spoke the truth, only nodded and smiled. She could
feel the heat of his balls as they rested against her ass; Sam still
enjoying the moment of full first penetration. He did not linger long,
however, and he soon fell into a rhythm of passionately and aggressively
fucking his sissy captive. Veronica was utterly unprepared for the
sensations she was feeling. The pain, arousal, humiliation and excitement
simultaneously assaulted her senses. She realized at one point she was
moaning, then screaming. Not out of pain or anger, but out of lust. She
wrapped her hands around Sam's neck; her manicured nails digging into his
flesh as she raked and clawed. Her shaven legs, still clad in the thigh-
high stockings and punctuated with the 5" heels wrapped around his hips
and pulled him deeper into her waiting pussy. They momentarily locked
eyes; Sam's emanating a predatory sense of satisfaction, Veronica's a
combination of fear and submission. The dance between wolf and rabbit
raged.
It seemed to last for hours. Veronica's back ached from the act of
arching it to allow better penetration, her legs were sore from the act
of wrapping them around her captor, and her throat sore from the
combination of her earlier violation coupled with her raspy moaning and
screaming. Both of them were dripping in sweat and she knew that her
dress was most likely ruined. Seemingly without warning, Sam stopped at
the deepest part of his lunge into her now well-stretched womanhood. He
grabbed both of her wrists and held her down as he stared into her eyes
with a carnal look. Veronica, eyes wide with fear and anticipation bit
her lower lip and furrowed her brow, readying herself for what was to
come. With a grunt and a growl, Sam exploded into her warm, wet pussy.
Veronica was seeing stars. She could feel herself writhing, indulging in
the sensations while simultaneously half-heartedly attempting to break
free of Sam's embrace; a last-gasp effort of Matt to rise to the surface.
She could feel the warm, oozing sensation of his thick, gooey load
seeming to penetrate her entire lower body. The feeling of being full and
satisfied coupled with the knowledge that she had just accomplished the
pinnacle of feminine endeavors. A man, though knowing it impossible, was
trying to impregnate her, and her feminine charms had led him to climax
twice in one night.
Sam gave a few last grunts and thrusts, each one causing a hollow
"slapping" noise as his testicles made contact with Veronica's bottom. He
looked at her and smiled; a smile warmer and more loving than the others
from that night, but one still oozing with the dominance and the role of
her emasculator. He pulled away from Veronica, the sound of his manhood
exiting her making a popping sound and leaving her with an odd sense of
emptiness. Sam looked at her, staring into her eyes; eyes hollow and
defeated with the hint of a tear forming in the corners, and patted her
on the head. "I hope that was good, because you're going to need to get
used to this." The words were a reminder to Veronica that there was no
end in sight to this ordeal. She knew he was right. She needed to get
used to this.
Sam rolled off of the edge of the bed, looking towards the bathroom and
preparing to clean himself for the evening, when something caught his eye
on the corner of his dresser. He stopped and retrieved the key to
Veronica's chastity cage before returning to the bedside. She was still
laying in the same position he had left her in; his seed oozing from her
used and stretched womanhood, her dress unceremoniously ridden up, ripped
in several places and saturated with the scent of sex and sex. Veronica,
emotionally and physically spent from the evening and wanting only to
rest, looked up at him, a look of sheer surprise in her eyes as he
reached down and unlocked her cage, allowing her painfully aroused member
to spring forth and quickly grow erect. Veronica was shocked as she
looked up at him again, her eyes seeming to ask for his permission. Sam
smiled and patted her on the leg. "You were a good girl. I will allow you
release, but you have to promise you'll tell me when you're about to
come."
Veronica nodded a furious agreement. After all of the humiliation. After
all of the horrors of the evening, her one ray of hope was that she could
have the best orgasm of her life. She had after all gone through with it;
she had lived out her most perverse and twisted sissy fantasy. The price
was sure to be steep and the next few days she knew would see her life
change in ways she couldn't comprehend, but for now, she was basking in
the uncontrollable lust that drove her here in the first place. Furiously
she worked at her member, the realization that Sam's seed was being used
as her lubricant. She moaned a feminine moan as Sam looked on from the
side of the bed, encouraging her silently to let it all out. She worked
herself to nearing climax when, remembering her promise to Sam, she
looked to her side and whimpered, "I'm so close, Sir. I'm about to come!"
Sensing Veronica begin to tense, Sam's demeanor shifted aggressively and
swiftly. He reached out and slapped her hand away with her being only a
moment away from climax. "Stop it, sissy bitch!" he shouted as he
restrained her hands. Veronica look up at him, mouth wide open in an
adorable "O" shape and her eyes filled with a sense of confusion, anger
and despair. She stared at him, his face contorted in an evil and
mischievous grin. She managed to utter, "But...but why, Sir?"
Sam, still holding both of her hands, looked at her, slowly and
deliberately delivering the message to her. "You probably only needed
maybe two more minutes, right Veronica?" She quickly realized he was
referring to her tardiness earlier in the evening. She lay back down and
began for the first time that evening, to weep. She lay there, tears
streaming down her face and her chest rising and falling erratically as
wave after wave of humiliation, disappointment and agony wash over her.
She managed to whimper, "So that was my punishment for being late?" Sam
scoffed. "One of them anyway. You're going to have to do some serious
explaining to your boss tomorrow morning."
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