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Chapter 35
Marcy couldn't believe she had been such a fool, never able to figure out
that it was her perverted neighbour who had been behind it all along. She
should have known and yet she didn't, she had never been able to figure
it out until right now when that one contact slipped out of her eye. Just
a minute ago she thought she was somewhere all the way across the city,
it could have been a neighbouring town even yet apparently she was right
next door.
Now that she finally knew who was behind all of this she felt an anger
boil deep inside her. All this time she had helplessly went along with
her blackmailer, having no one to be angry at. Breaking free had seemed
impossible not knowing who was behind her blackmail, but now that she
knew she felt emboldened. She had always pitched her helplessness on the
anonymity of her blackmailer making her feel like she now for the first
time had a way out of this situation.
Pulling off of John's cock with her mouth Marcy erupted in a rant.
"John?! You?! You fucking bastard. Oh god I swear you're so going to
regret this so fucking much just wait and see, you're fucking done you
asshole. I'll..." she ranted, cut short by John just suddenly smacking
her in the face with his slowly softening cock. The shocked expression on
John's own face replaced by a broad smirk.
Shocked Marcy looked up at him, past his cock which she couldn't move
more than an inch away from. She tried pulling back, but John was just
too firmly seated on her leach for her to gain even an inch of distance.
Her hands cuffed behind her back were no help either.
"Asshole, how dare you?! You'll pay for that as well. Now get your fat
ass off of this thing and that nasty cock of yours out of my face or
I'll..." Marcy started once more, anger retaking the place of her shock
but once more she was hit in the face with John's cock.
This time it was only just enough to make Marcy stop in her tracks.
Nearly right away she opened her mouth in anger again to continue the
rant, but John simply hit her in the face with his cock yet again.
Opening her mouth once more resulted in yet another hit, then another one
and yet another one. Eventually John just burst out laughing seeing the
increasingly angry look on Marcy's face yet smacking her with his cock
didn't get old. It made him wonder why he hadn't just revealed his
identity earlier. This was so much fun.
"I should have told Suzan to give that tongue piercing near the front. It
really did feel great on my cock. That's for sure, but hearing you rant
with a fat lisp like that sissy at the store would have been
spectacularly hilarious, even more hilarious than this was I mean," John
taunted loving how he only seemed to make Marcy angrier.
Before she could start screaming at him again he spoke up, no longer
needing to conceal his voice. "Seriously though, why don't you humour me?
Why don't you tell me exactly how you plan to make me pay? I would love
to hear it. If you don't scream I'll even stop hitting you with my cock,"
John said with a huge smirk.
Angrily Marcy was about to explain just how she would make John pay, but
the more she started thinking about the specifics she started the more
she started to realise that she couldn't really think of a way on how
that would or could happen. She had been so stuck looking at the obstacle
of not knowing who her blackmailer was, telling herself that had no
options until she could figure that out that she never really thought
about what she could do when she knew. Worse even, she had put up with so
much followed so many commands that she had made escaping his grasp so
much harder than it had initially been. Thinking back on it wearing those
stupid panties had been easy enough to explain but the hole had become
deeper so gradually that following the commands had always seemed like
the better option compared to blackmail at that time.
Right now she was stuck in a situation that simply couldn't be explained
in any conceivable way. Things had gone so far that there could be no
other explanation than being a sissy cock lover, a realisation that shook
Marcy to her core. Hell her situation right now was even inescapable,
stuck within an inch of John's cock, her hands cuffed behind her back,
the only way out was if John let her out which he didn't seem very
inclined to do. He just looked on amused as he watched the anger eb away
from Marcy's face, replaced by shocked realisation and worry.
She realised full well that she had pretty much screwed herself over with
her outburst screaming and insulting John hadn't been a good idea at all.
Especially not while she was completely at his mercy. She had just been
so relieved to finally know the identity of her blackmailer that she
hadn't been thinking straight and now she was screwed big time. All that
was left to do to try and salvage this situation was to bluff. "Just wait
and see. I won't give you a chance to prepare," she said trying to sound
though but failing miserably. She sounded worried above all else, a huge
change compared to the anger.
"Allow me to try and guess your plans of making me sorry. You're going to
tempt me with that ass of yours into fucking you until I have a stroke
out of sheer exhaustion. Or do you plan to suck my cock so expertly to so
many orgasms, sucking so much cum out of me that I die from dehydration?"
John taunted with a loud laugh knowing he had Marcy tightly in his
clutches by now, so tight that he didn't believe she was able to make him
pay. If anything had become clear over the duration of this project it
was that Marcy lacked the guts to stand up for herself.
"You're scaring me a little to be honest. Maybe I should aim to be safe
rather than sorry, maybe I should pop that contact back in, walk you out
front and tie your leash to your parent's mailbox. If I put a cardboard
sign around your neck reading 'free sissy cocksucker' I'm sure someone
will come take you away and hopefully far away. That would probably make
me feel a lot safer," John said seeing the fear in Marcy's eye grow.
"No! Please don't.... I mean that won't safe you," Marcy cried out in
shock losing all credit to her threat of revenge. If John did that which
he had no reason not to do then she would be so screwed. Either someone
would take her away, or her parents would find her, plugged, caged, tied
up, dressed like a complete sissy, a cum filled condom dangling off her
cage and the stench of cum on her breath. No way she would live that
down. She had to prevent that from happening at all costs.
"Oh won't it? I mean I can still try right. If you're so serious then I
kind of have to try or I'll regret it right?" John said now openly toying
with the distraught Marcy. It was such fun seeing her dig the hole she
was in even deeper.
"I...I was just joking surprise. You won't regret not doing so, I
promise," Marcy awkwardly said, her heart nearly beating out of her chest
as she imagined being tied out on the street looking like she did, a
place where she would spend all day until her parent's came home or
someone took her with him. Or worse even someone might notify the police
and they arrest her for indecent exposure. The thought of ending up in
jail like this was mortifying. No she couldn't risk it.
"Hmmm I don't know Marcy, you really scared me. Maybe it's just better
this way? I mean how can I trust that you aren't lying right now? How can
I trust you when you haven't even apologised yet?" John asked with a
smirk guiding Marcy in the right direction.
"I'm sorry for everything," Marcy replied nervously. She didn't want to
apologise, especially not for what she had said, but she felt like she
didn't have much choice considering the circumstances.
It was not nearly enough for John who pushed Marcy further. "If you were
really sorry you would be way more specific about what you're all sorry
for, so sorry Marcy but I'm not buying it."
Marcy was mortified. Having to look up at John, looking up his fat hairy
stomach peeking out from under his greyish white t-shirt and into his
ugly obviously fake offended face from the most unflattering angle
possibly was bad enough already. Having John's smelly now flaccid cock a
mere inch from his face made it horrible, but having to swallow those
words she had meant that pent up anger and frustration was the worst. It
took a bit before she was ready, but eventually Marcy felt like she
didn't have a choice but to swallow her words.
"I'm sorry for being rude, and for threatening you," Marcy eventually
said but looking up she saw that John expected more. "I'm sorry for
taking that tone with you, for calling you a bastard and an asshole, for
calling your ass fat and for calling your cock nasty," She added, her
face flushing bright red under her ruined makeup.
"Better, although I think you should show your sincerity. You called my
cock nasty earlier yet when you first put your face near it you moaned.
You moaned while that plug didn't even Vibrate because you're such a butt
slut. I think you should give my cock a kiss, tell me how you really feel
about it? does it turn you on? If I think you are lying I won't hesitate
to put you out on the street," John warned sternly.
She knew full well that John expected to hear what he wanted to hear, he
would probably call everything else lies. Worse was the fact that he was
right though she really did get turned on and aroused by the strong scent
of his dirty old cock. This was wrong on so many levels and yet Marcy
couldn't bring herself to do anything but obey.
"Y...you're cock really turns me on, it's scent is simply intoxicating,"
Marcy forced herself to say knowing that it wasn't even a lie. Leaning
forward she gave the now limp cock she had just sucked so vigorously a
gentle peck.
"Intoxicating, interesting. So that's why you seem to moan whenever you
smother your face in my freshly freed crotch," John taunted very
satisfied that the training with his boxer shorts had such a huge effect
on Marcy. It was simply delicious knowing he had messed with this pest's
head so badly that she got excited at the smell of his dirty cock.
"Now in a minute we can get to making sure that I don't regret my
decision to keep you around here today by being the best possible sissy
you can be for me. First a punishment is in order though. You just pretty
much spent all your credit for mistakes in one day so I'd be very careful
if I were you or the punishment I'll diss out now will seem like nothing
at all," John warned before getting up and off of Marcy's leash. In her
tall heels and with her hands cuffed behind her back getting up on her
own was rather hopeless.
John was careful to position himself in a way so that he nearly stood
against the kneeling sissy, his cock dangling right above her head. He
then proceeded to take off his pants and underwear entirely. "There I
won't need those anymore at least not for the rest of the day," John said
with a smirk giving Marcy a slight insight into today's prospects.
Done he took a small step back again and pulled the scared sissy up to
her feet. "Let's get that other contact out of the way as well. So you
can have a better look at this cock you love so much," John said with a
smirk, loving the embarrassment he saw in Marcy's eyes.
After taking care of the other contact he lifted Marcy's skirt and
lowered her panties right down to her ankles, displaying the small pink
cage with an equally small but filled pink condom dangling off the tip.
"You won't need these anymore either as far as today goes, and would you
look at that. You filled your sissy spunk bag out of the sheer excitement
of sucking my cock. See it proves that you weren't lying earlier when you
told me my cock turned you on," John said taunting Marcy further.
Pulling the condom off of Marcy's Chastity cage John moved it up to the
sissy's mouth. What he wanted was rather clear and so Marcy opened her
mouth in shame. She didn't like wearing panties, but standing pantyless
in front of her older neighbour she felt very vulnerable. Accepting her
own sperm back in her mouth made her feel even worse, but after John's
warning she didn't want to make things even worse than they already were.
Moving to a nearby cabinet Marcy was shocked to see John pull out another
sissy condom wrapper, opening it up and slipping yet another tiny pink
latex bag over the tip of his cock. John wasn't about to let Marcy go
without a condom at any point. They served a way bigger purpose than
simply serving as added embarrassment. If that had been the case then
John wouldn't have bothered as much.
He had had a talk with Linda about these condoms, apparently apart from
being designed for maximum embarrassment they were designed specially to
turn the sissies using them into even bigger sissies. Just like regular
condoms had a standard slight lubricant coating, these were coated with a
very special concoction on the inside. It was a rather potent mix of
hormones, held in a coating that was soluble in cum and only in cum. As
the condom filled this coating with the hormones got absorbed by the cum,
the more cum the more hormones got absorbed into it.
With every load of their cum the sissy's swallowed they got a load of
hormones as well. The more they came the higher their hormone intake. Yet
Linda didn't want her sissies to start developing into real passable
girls so at some point the hormone intake needed to stop as well, it was
an added benefit of the method of delivery. As the sissies started
growing a little more emotional, their features and skin softened and
their breasts started to develop, their sperm would water down as well
and the loads would decrease in size. The more the hormones started to
take effect the less hormones the sissy would get and the more their own
natural hormones would take hold. In theory it should leave the sissies
with a slightly swollen sensitive chest, an A cup at most. It had worked
perfectly on Stephanie so far and was a huge recipe for success.
That was the theory, a theory John couldn't wait to see in action, one he
would have to subject to closer inspection later on. Surely he would have
wanted Marcy to have bigger breasts but a swollen sensitive chest would
be a nice start. Oh the fun that could be had playing with extra
sensitive nipples. For now all he could do was ensure that Marcy was fed
as many hormones as possible.
"Alright, now that you're changed it's time for your punishment. A nice
sound spanking should do, at least if that's considered a punishment for
a huge sissy like you, I bet you'd even get off on being spanked by
Daddy, maybe it was a conspiracy to get spanked all along? Well there's
only one way to find out right?" John asked with a smirk as he sat back
down and forcefully pulled Marcy over his wide hairy lap by her leash,
swiftly flipping her skirt up to reveal her soft juicy butt cheeks,
slightly parted by the plug shoved between them. Oh what an enticing
sight.
Tipping to the side John picked up his discarded boxers of the floor
while Marcy was scared she was going to fall face first on the floor.
Opening the boxers up John then pulled them over Marcy's head,
positioning the crotch part where his cock had been right over Marcy's
nose. "There you go, you might be getting punished, but I'm no monster,
I'll give you something nice to deal with the pain as well," John smirked
loving how he could call his boxers something nice.
As nasty as this was Marcy couldn't help but clench her butt a little
around her plug in response. Lately her reaction to arousal had seemed to
elicit responses from her butt more than her cock. It wasn't something
she really thought about as reactions from her cock only caused pain. It
had been a while now since she had felt such pain, her cock hadn't hurt a
single time anymore after she had grown used to her new cage.
On top of the smelly boxers her plug suddenly started vibrating as well,
the combination enough to draw out a loud moan. "Oh my, you do look
forward to getting spanked you naughty sissy," John taunted landing a
first hard smack on Marcy's butt cheeks causing a loud moaning yelp. The
slap hurt, but at the same time it had driven the gently vibrating plug a
little deeper causing a sudden more intense burst of pleasure as well. It
was a very weird sensation to experience those two at the same time, one
that got her a light snickering from John.
Soon a second slap landed causing a similar reaction. It was devastating
to Marcy's mentality. Not only did her butt get a beating, so did her
whole clutching onto the idea she was straight. How could she still try
to see herself as straight after having sucked so many cocks? Surely she
could hold onto the idea that she was technically forced. There was no
one forcing her to get off on this though. Surely she wasn't getting off
on the spanking itself, she was getting off on the smell of John's
unwashed cock and how the plug pounded her ass with every slap. There was
no way she could rationalise it, which hurt even more than the spanking
itself.
The spanking just carried on relentlessly and as her butt grew more and
more tender from the continuous slaps, an orgasm was slowly starting to
build as well. Marcy was horrified realising it, she needed to do
everything in her power to keep herself from cumming. She just couldn't
let herself cum being spanked by this fat perverted bastard of a
neighbour, one she had hated all her life. Making matters worse John's
cock also started to harden, poking her in her stomach right above her
own caged member
Try as she might, each spank became more painful than the last, yet she
continued growing closer to an orgasm, and with John not showing any
signs of stopping anytime soon it eventually became too much. As Marcy's
butt grew sorer the latest nudges of the vibrating plug against her
prostate tipped her over the edge, making her erupt in a series of loud
gasps as she filled up yet another hormone laced condom to her incredible
shame.
John although he had always considered himself straight was simply
infatuated with his sissy project as much as he had hated the ratty
haired snot who often vandalised his house he now couldn't get enough of
her. The power of making he cum from that spanking made his cock throb
against her stomach, but as she came, completely mortified John finally
stopped spanking.
Gently he guided the cuffed Marcy off his lap and onto her knees again,
making her look straight at his fully erect cock in all it's glory once
more, a filled condom dangling from the tip of her chastity cage. "Hmm,
although I have to admit that I enjoyed this quite a bit," John said
wagging his erect cock in front of Marcy's face. "It looks like you
enjoyed it a lot more," John grinned taking the filled condom off of
Marcy's cage and dangling it in front of her face with a huge grin.
Marcy was mortified beyond belief, the dirty boxers over her face the
only thing hiding just how embarrassed she was, so much even that she
almost wished they would stay on. Instead John pulled them off her face,
even though her hair was no a mess and her makeup ruined Marcy still had
a certain prettiness over her. He couldn't get enough of that embarrassed
look either, there really were no more excuses for her getting off.
With the filled condom in hand John rolled a new one over the tip of
Marcy's chastity cage. He then emptied the filled one over his own erect
cock and pointed it down Marcy's lips. "Now let's get to the part of me
not regretting my decision. I'm sure, you have quite the expertise on
this front, you're a good enough cock sucker to make me forget about
everything my sissy slut. Although to be fair I think you should first
thank me for that spanking where I made you cum, and of course for the
privilege of getting to suck my magnificent cock cause apparently you get
off on that as well like you proved before," John taunted with a smirk
further rubbing salt in the wound.
After the last two condoms she filled there really was no denying it
anymore, no matter how hard she tried. As mortifying as it was the only
explanations she had were just admitting John was right. Saying that it
was just the smell and the vibrating plug in her ass didn't really make
anything any better and so she just shamefully carried out John's order,
unable to deny his claims even to herself.
"Thank you for spanking me until I came and for allowing me the privilege
of sucking your magnificent cock," Marcy spoke softly, saying it out loud
made it so much worse than just realising it, but what choice did she
have? With those words spoken Marcy took the tip of John's cock back
between her lips and started sucking, swallowing a mouth full of her own
the first time she moved up and down his shaft.
John just moaned in approval as Marcy carried on sucking his cock like a
pro. Ah this was the life, having a pretty see to order around and suck
his cock on demand. John loved being in full control and Marcy was the
first person he had been with he could control so well. No woman ever put
up with so much of his demands and although Marcy had a cock of her own,
it didn't really bother John, the cage and the fact that she was way
prettier than his ex-wife more than made up for it.
Wanting to just get this over with Marcy continued deepthroating John's
huge cock, it wasn't as big as Brian's yet, but the second biggest she
had ever seen. Now that she knew it belonged to her disgusting neighbour
it felt so much worse, especially looking up in his smirking face,
knowing she had a perfect replica right on her nightstand. As bad as it
was she knew she couldn't risk displeasing the bastard.
Now that the biggest pressure was off of John's balls having cum once
already, the build up to his second orgasm took a while, a long while of
constant head bobbing onto John's hard cock, going from pressing her nose
deep into the smelly pubic bush to circling her tongue around the very
tip of his cock when she pulled back. Up and down constantly for a solid
fifteen minutes before finally his balls started to tighten and with a
loud grunt he deposited a fresh load of cum into Marcy's mouth.
"Mmm that's a good sissy, I guess I won't regret my decision too soon if
you keep that up. Now why don't you show me your prize before you swallow
it?" John asked reclining further into his couch and pulling his cock
from Marcy's mouth.
Embarrassed Marcy opened her mouth to show off the big load of creamy
white cum to John, her so called prize. She hated the term. At least this
time she hadn't came herself. Although she quickly realised that thought
on its own was horrible. Like it was an achievement not cumming when
sucking this horrid neighbour's cock. God she really was crazy for cock
wasn't she?
Marcy was just about to close her mouth and swallow, trying to end this
indignity and getting rid of the strongest bit of that nasty cum taste
when John stopped her. "Now savour it, swish it around in your mouth,
I'll say stop and when I do you better open up and that cum better be
there still or you'll be sorry," John said sternly.
Horrified Marcy just looked at him, her mouth agape and full of cum, but
she knew better than to disobey yet again. Closing her mouth she started
swishing the cum around, just like she would be using mouth wash. Only
this mouthwash left behind a slimy coat and tasted horrid. God she had
never wished to swallow a load of cum this much before in her life, but
she really wanted to get this over with.
Swishing the cum around in her mouth she also couldn't help but conclude
that John's cum was much thicker than her own load. It also had a way
stronger flavour. She couldn't help but admit that Linda was right coming
to this conclusion. When she came it was indeed sissy cream, that sissy
cream being completely different than the cum of a real man. Had she
always been a sissy? Had this been her destiny? Cum didn't really change
just because she wore dresses and elaborate lingerie right?
After nearly a minute of this John finally spoke up again. "Alright, you
can stop now, first show me that load though will you?" He asked as Marcy
obediently opened her mouth showing the cum to John, eager to just get
this over with.
"There's a good sissy, you can swallow now. Maybe if you get enough
proteins you can grow into a big and strong sissy someday. I bet you
still need to suck a lot of cocks for that though," John taunted,
continuing to laugh as Marcy nearly instantly swallowed. This was great,
so eager to swallow cum. Of course he knew it was to get rid of it, but
it was hilarious nonetheless.
"Good, I'm afraid I'll need to take a break for a bit, cumming twice so
close together on my ages does take its toll, but don't worry Marcy there
is plenty for you to do. One of those things being freshening up. You
look ravished, your hair is a mess and your makeup looks like that of a
hooker after a rough night. There's also a spot on that pretty dress of
yours, I guess it is where my cock had been poking you during your
spanking," John matter of factly said, standing up and pulling Marcy up
as well.
With a press on his phone Marcy's cuffs suddenly unlocked and fell to the
floor. "Alright, get out of that dress and follow me. Take it along
though sissy," John said as he watched Marcy intensely. Stripping in
front of her neighbour felt so weird, which was strange after she had
just sucked his cock two times. It shouldn't feel this awkward, but it
did, especially with him watching intensely in nothing but a t-shirt, his
big limp cock hanging loosely between his legs.
In about a minute Marcy had slowly worked her way out of the dress,
standing there in noting but her sexy lingerie minus her panties. The
small pink cage looked and felt so insignificant compared to John's. John
just smirked then turned around and lead Marcy along by her leash. On her
tall heels Marcy didn't have the luxury to try and stand her ground. It
would just mean falling and so she obediently minced behind him,
following him up the stairs and into the bathroom.
The lay out was pretty simple, it was spacious yet the interior looked
really old fashioned. The flushing between the tiles looked somewhat
dirty, the toilet looked like it hadn't been properly cleaned in a while.
There was a tub dabbling as shower, two sinks with a big mirror, a drying
rack and a bidet. Just like the rest Marcy had seen of John's house the
room wasn't very clean. She felt rather gross just being in it.
Locking Marcy's leash to a chain stuck around a central heating pipe John
moved back to the door about to leave. "Alright Marcy, you can go ahead
and wash that pile of clothes next to the bidet. I'll be gone for about
an hour and you better have it all washed including your dress. You also
better have your hair and makeup in perfect shape when I come back. There
is a brush and my ex-wife's makeup behind the mirror in front of the
sink. Rubber gloves and cleaning supplies can be found in the cabinet.
When you have done the bare minimum you can start cleaning the remainder
of the bathroom. Just lazing around is not permitted. See you later,"
John explained before leaving Marcy on her own. The chain was long enough
to move around the bathroom freely, but short enough to prevent Marcy
from getting far out of the room.
With a sigh Marcy resigned to her fate. What could she do here? She
didn't have anything to contact anyone. Besides if she did contact
someone what the hell would she even say? John had a ton of video
evidence making it seem like she was a more than willing participant in
some deviant sex game. She had been way too obedient for too long which
she now deeply regretted. There had to be a way out of this mess now that
she knew who was behind it.
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