The Young Master (Rated R)

2.4

She led me out of the locker room and through the labyrinth of identical halls. I had no idea how she knew where to go, but then again, I didn't need to know, because all I could do was follow anyway. Along the way, she would make staccato raps to the water pipes, sending out what I could only assume was sort of sissy Morse code. I wondered vaguely what she was saying, and who she was saying it to, but again I decided it was pointless to ponder it. There's a special sort of calm in surrender. Once you accept that you are completely powerless to change your fate, you are free from worrying about it. That is, until you pass the love of your life and the mother of all heart breakers in the hall and hear her sigh "Christ, Contessa, what the fuck are you thinking? You couldn't wait a full day before making Belle your fuck pig?" Her tone was exasperated, but not surprised. My mindless calm became troubled by waves of shameful regret. It would be one thing if she sounded jealous, or even disappointed...but she only sounded annoyed with Contessa for not being more patient. She didn't doubt for a second that I'd end up as a disgusting fuck pig, she knew it was inevitable...she just wanted Contessa to give me a day or two first...

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Isabella. Your little girlfriend here tried to make me her bitch, and then when in my infinite mercy I decided to forgive my new bitch, the nasty fuck pig begged to cum. So I'm taking piggy to get fed." I risked sneaking a glance up at Isabella to see her reaction, immediately regretting it. There was the usual tired disinterest, but the moment she heard about 'feeding me', she winced and something that almost resembled pity came into her eyes. I began to worry where I was headed, and remembered with a shudder that it didn't matter where I was headed or what Contessa had planned, because there was nothing I could do to stop her...only this time the thought wasn't so comforting. Instead, my helplessness only added to the gnawing worry eating me up inside. But all I could do was follow as my new Mistress led me away from my first Mistress and towards whatever twisted fate she had planned for me...

I knew we had finally reached our destination when I let out a half fearful/half excited gasp...the playroom! An impressively large room filled with all sorts of twisted toys and the restraints needed to force me to play with them. My lip trembled fearfully under my snout, making me the perfect picture of a pathetic pet. I saw Lola leaning over a stockade, licking her lips lasciviously. I didn't know whether to be relieved or even more terrified. With Contessa I didn't know where her mood with take her from one second to the next, but at least there was the possibility for small pockets of kindness, an eye in the storm of her sadistic wrath. With Lola, I had the feeling I could count on consistency, but I had a gut punch feeling that it would be consistently cruel, or at best capricious. Her greeting didn't exactly allay my fears..."Hola, Bella, you are looking muy delicioso since you emerged from your cocoon. I've been waiting to feed you mi chorizo, so I hope you tiene mucho hungry."

I wanted to explain myself, ask her to be gentle, but I saw the hunger dripping from her eyes, the same I saw in her Master's gaze just before he forced his fat cock up my ass without so much as a drop of spit. Contessa was silent as an executioner as she pulled me up into the stockade, securing my hands and neck and forcing me to stand spread-eagle with my ass arched invitingly just to avoid from chocking against my restraints. I couldn't see her as her long dagger-like nails slid gently across my skin, the tenderness of it only reinforcing how vulnerable I was should she choose to cut into me. That familiar treachery stirred within me, my body building up to a full scale mutiny against my better judgment, only my new body was even more persuasive. My breasts weighed heavily as they hung against the smooth oak of my stocks, caressed by hard, unyielding wood, they throbbed with pleasure, telling me to embrace the binds that hugged me so tight. My legs shook in anticipation, sending shudders all the way up to my generous ass, which shimmied as if trying to charm any nearby snakes inside. I wanted to say something, anything that might get them to see me as something more than sexual livestock, if not a human, at least a fellow sissy. But all I could manage was to grunt once for yes...oh God yes... Contessa finally cut through the thick silence with her steely voice, "In case you haven't figured this out yet, you aren't here as a reward. I will not tolerate a selfish sissy in my service. You will learn self control, or I will teach you the wages of sin Dante Alighieri style. But, I can be an angel of mercy or the Queen of Hell. It's all up to you. If you can make Lola here cum before you do, then I'll let you go back to being almost human. If not...well, let's just say you really can have too much of a good thing." Throughout her sinister speech, I pricked my pink pointed ears up and hung helplessly on every word. 

Still, it was tough to focus Contessa out of sight and with Lola stripping naked before me. She peeled off her tight whorish halter top and unzipped her miniskirt letting it fall to the floor. Unsurprisingly, she was completely naked underneath, her tanned skin looking so appetizing pulled taut over her voluptuous curves. She was probably the only one in the Basement with fuller curves than me, but where mine were soft and yielding, one look would tell you that you could bounce a quarter off of her bubble butt, her thick thighs and broad hips looked like they could pop a watermelon, even as her hips curved in steeply, giving her the figure of a bronze Barbie doll or one of R Crumb's wet-dream-girls. Her cock was even more impressive, uncut, it really did look like a mouthwatering sausage, and a frighteningly filling one at that. It must have been a lucky seven inches long, and so thick my jaw hurt just staring at it. But by the time she finally pressed it to my lips, saying "Come on, puta, it's tu comida...so eat up...", I didn't so much open my mouth as I moaned around it...

It was only the fourth cock I had in my mouth, but even so, I was sure I'd never get tired of tasting a new treat. Just as Isabella's was milder than my step-brother Dale's cock and Contessa's had a more flowery smell and a bite to it, Lola's had its own unique taste, texture, and shape. For one, her foreskin gave it the delightful sensation of unwrapping a piece of candy with my tongue, only it was one of those Mexican candies, salty and a little spicy from the sweat trapped underneath its hood...but far from unpleasant. And her girth was making me swoon, and not just from the lack of oxygen. Feeling her stretch my throat to cartoonish proportions sent submissive shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist wiggling my little tail and clenching down on my pretty pink plug so that it would press against my pretty pink prostate and make my entire body throb with every surge of her hot tamale. I was beginning to wonder why anyone thought being a sissy's bitch was a bad thing. I couldn't imagine ever turning down Lola's fat clit, so why should I care if I didn't have a choice? 

I soon found out when she began lovingly stroking my hair, softly at first whispering, "Mi amor, mi chiquita bonita, mi cochinto chinga" and all sorts of other romantic sounding serenading. But then she gripped my hair tightly, and as if she wasn't aware of what she was doing, started thrusting so fast, that my head was getting slammed against the hard wood...even as her hard wood reminded me of how bad something I loved could hurt me. She still was cooing at me, "You're such a good little piggy...es so sexy when your snout mashes against mi stomach...I'm going to ask Contessa if she minds me tying a ribbon around your tail...cute...little...tail...and...cute...little...throat..." I guess the best thing about Lola was also the worst thing. She wasn't vindictive like Contessa or manipulative like Isabella...she was just passionate. But it was a passion that burned up everything it touched, and she was its first victim, lost in mindless hedonism and completely unaware of how brutal her love was. 

My only consolation was in knowing that at this rate, she would fill my throat with her milk before she could even think about fucking me. I would prove my worth as a sissy and I wouldn't even have to do anything. I just hoped I would have enough brain cells to appreciate it once the drunken stupor of an oxygen starved brain wore off. And then I heard the familiar sound of Contessa's sharp voice cutting through my daze..."Pathetic. You couldn't even wait until she started fucking you, could you? No, you had to milk your disgusting toy tail for all it was worth. Well I hope it was worth it, because I don't give second chances..." I had no idea what she was talking about, until I felt my legs go rubbery and my clitty spasm and shoot, sending gushes of giddy glee throughout my rolling curves. This new body seemed even more responsive than before, with my golly gee spot bursting into a blissed out flood that pumped through my veins, my nipples radiating the happy hurt they usually only sent out for a hard fuck and my White Room closing in around me, Lola metamorphosing into an angel sent to deliver me from the darkness and lead me safely into the pure perfect light of salvation...and then she pulled out. 

Once I stopped drooling long enough to think and my mind chugged back to life, I remembered that Lola had delivered me evil, she had handed me over to it...dropping me into the claws of the Queen of Hell...I could only imagine what kind of unimaginable torture Contessa was cooking up behind me. I think any sight would have been better than the swirl of images pulling me down into the abyss of hopeless terror. When Lola joined her Mistress behind me, I became doubly worried. I felt a tug on my tail, and I squirmed helplessly as it was sloooooowly pulled out of me, the width of the plug bringing back that taut pain as I stretched my sphincter to make its way out. But I was surprised that it didn't hurt more, it must have loosened me up a little the first time, because I noticed the sweet stabs of pleasure more than the heated hurt. I even let myself hope that maybe my punishment wouldn't be as bad as I feared. But of course I was wrong. My punishment ended up being much, much better than I could have ever imagined...and that was the true Hell of it...