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Orgy fantiesies were thier new reality as the women pushed the sissies onto all fours in a row. Men lined up behind them to get access to the tight shaved pussy on display.
One man buried himself balls-deep in Sissy Tabbi’s ass while another climbed in front and throat-fucked her with all he had. She gagged and drooled around the cock in her mouth as her ass clapped loudly with every thrust.
“God, look at those sissy holes getting totally ruined,” a woman cackled. “They were born to take real cock.”
Sissy Tami took two at once—one in her ass, one in her mouth—while a third man slapped her face and called her a worthless cum rag. The women laughed harder when cum started leaking out around the cock stretching her hole.
“Pathetic little sissy sluts, big tits and asses bouncing!,” Blanche sneered. “You love this, don’t you?”
All three sissies moaned in agreement, holes stretched and used.
I snapped my fingers. “On your knees, sissies. Mouths open, holes ready.”
The three sissies dropped immediately. The first man stepped up to Sissy Tabbi and drove his cock straight down her throat. She gagged loudly as he fucked her face, spit pouring onto her padded bra.
“Look at that pathetic sissy choke,” one woman laughed. “She can’t even take dick without making a mess.”
Another man yanked Sissy Tami’s panties down and slammed into her ass with one thrust. She squealed as he pounded her, balls slapping her caged clit. The women howled.
“Listen to her squeal like a little bitch!”
A third man grabbed Sissy Tawny by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth while the first guy pulled out and painted her tongue white. Cum dripped down her chin as the next cock replaced it.
“Swallow it, sissy. That’s all you’re good for.”
For weeks, I’ve been molding this creature, stripping away every ounce of his dignity, but today was the real initiation.
I made him dress for the occasion. He looked absolutely ridiculous—a shivering, trembling mess in a frilly, neon-pink pleated mini-skirt that barely covered his shaking thighs, paired with a lacey white apron and a matching choker that marked him as my property. He looked like a cheap caricature of a girl, which only made the urge to ruin him more intense.
The moment I strapped on the harness, the look of pure terror on his face was intoxicating. I didn’t give him a choice. I shoved him face-down onto the bed, his skirt hiked up to his waist, exposing that pale, trembling ass to the cold air.
“Look at you,” I sneered, slapping his cheek hard enough to leave a mark. “A grown man, dressed like a little slut, begging for a woman to stretch him out. You’re not a man anymore; you’re just a hole for my amusement.”
The first thrust was brutal. I didn’t ease in; I drove the plug deep, silencing his pathetic whimper with a sharp command to shut the fuck up. I spent the next hour treating his prostate like a punching bag, mocking the way his hips bucked and the way he sobbed into the pillows. Every time he tried to moan, I reminded him that he was nothing but a sissy toy. By the time I was done, he was a shaking, broken mess, leaking and ruined. I think I’ll keep him.
Look at this pathetic waste of skin. I’ve finally put my sissy slut where he belongs: kneeling in the filth of the city’s busiest glory hole. He’s dressed in a frilly, neon-pink lace teddy that barely covers his shaking thighs, topped off with a tight latex choker and a plug that keeps his tight little ass stretched open and leaking.
The line of men is already wrapping around the block, and my little bitch is trembling. I grabbed his hair, slamming his face against the cold plywood. “Open wide, you useless piece of shit,” I spat. “You aren’t a man anymore; you’re just a warm, wet hole for these cocks.”
The first cock slid through the hole, a thick, veiny slab of meat that slammed into his mouth. He gagged, eyes watering, but I slapped him hard across the cheek. “Suck it dry, slut! Swallow every drop!” As he choked on the first, another cock punched through the second hole, sliding straight into his lubricated, gaping ass.
He let out a muffled scream, but it was drowned out by the sounds of wet slapping. Two men, one in his mouth and one railing his tight pussy-hole, treating him like the communal toilet he is. I watched with a smirk as they hammered into him, their cocks sliding in and out of his leaking holes with rhythmic, visceral thuds.
“Look at you,” I sneered, leaning in to whisper in his ear while he was being double-teamed. “Just a sissy toy for the public. Now take it all, you fucking whore.”
Welcome back, you pathetic little drones. Today’s lesson is simple: how to scrub away every single trace of your useless masculinity until you’re nothing but a painted, trembling toy.
First, the face. I don’t want “natural”; I want you looking like a cheap street-walker. Slather on that heavy foundation to hide your coarse skin, then cake on the neon pink blush. Now, the eyes—thick, clumpy lashes and shimmering blue shadow. Look in the mirror, you little slut. See that? That’s the face of a creature whose only purpose is to be used.
Now for the outfit. Strip naked and slide into a pair of sheer, lace-trimmed panties—too small, of course, so your pathetic little cock is squeezed tight and useless. Next, a skin-tight latex mini-skirt that barely covers your cheeks and a push-up bra stuffed with silicone to give you the tits you’ve always craved. Strap on those six-inch stilettos; I want your calves shaking and your balance gone.
You aren’t a man anymore. You’re a sissy. A dress-wearing, makeup-smeared hole. Your only job now is to keep that fuckhole open and ready for whatever dominant cock decides to claim it. Learn your place, you mindless doll: you exist to be degraded, filled, and used until you’re leaking cum and mascara.
Now, get on your knees and thank me for turning you into the perfect little slut.
Look at this pathetic, shaking little thing. My latest sissy slut is finally broken in and ready for some real work. I’ve spent weeks stripping away every ounce of masculinity, replacing it with lace, high heels, and a desperate need to be used. Now, it’s time to monetize that tight, trembling ass.
I’ve lined up three massive BBCs for a private session tonight. I can already see the sissy’s eyes widening in terror and lust, knowing exactly what’s coming. Those thick, dark cocks are going to stretch every single inch of this little slut. I want to see that pale, feminized skin bruised and marked by heavy hands while those huge heads hammer deep into a sobbing, leaking hole.
There will be no mercy. I’m talking raw, rough fucking—no lube, just spit and desperation. I want them to treat this sissy like the piece of meat it is. I’ll be sitting back with a drink, watching them take turns railing that tight ass and stuffing that pretty little mouth full of thick, salty cum.
By the time I’m done pimping this slut out, it won’t be able to walk, and its face will be smeared with the evidence of its submission. If you’re a horny bastard who loves seeing a sissy get pimped out and used…get in line.
Who wants to bid for the next session?
Listen up, you pathetic little worms. If you’re reading this, it means you’ve finally accepted that your useless little cock is nothing more than a decorative ornament. You aren’t men; you’re just leaking, desperate holes waiting to be filled.
Today’s lesson is about stretching. I don’t want to hear about your “discomfort.” Your only purpose is to open up and take every inch I—or anyone else—decide to shove inside you. If you aren’t sobbing while you jam a thick plug into your tight, shaking ass, you aren’t doing it right.
I want you to look in the mirror while you do it. Look at that sad, limp piece of meat between your legs and realize it’s completely irrelevant. The only part of you that matters is that puckered little ring, and it’s my job to make sure it stays wide open and gaping.
Stop pretending you have any control. You’re just a sissy toy. Now, get your toys out, lube up that pathetic hole, and stretch yourself out until you’re nothing but a dripping, open mess. If you can still walk straight by the end of the hour, you’ve failed me.
Now get to work, you worthless sluts.
Listen, you sniveling waste of space. You come crawling here looking for Mommy to treat you like the brat you are, so don’t act surprised when I shove that enema nozzle up your gaping hole. No warm-up, no gentle words—just cold rubber forcing its way inside your tight little ass. I turn the water on high, filling your guts with hot, soapy liquid until you’re cramping and whimpering like a kicked puppy.
“Shut up, you pathetic fuck,” I hiss, watching your belly swell. “You’re gonna hold every drop until I say so. If you leak, I’ll fill you again, and again, until you’re nothing but a sloshing incubator for my water.”
Your eyes are wet with tears. Good. You deserve this.
Once you’re bloated and trembling, I slide that thick, crinkly diaper between your legs—double tapes, leak guards, the works. I pull it up snug against your groin, taping it tight so you feel the padding pressing against your trapped little cock. “Now you wait, baby. You wait until I allow you to let go and fill this diaper with hot, liquid shit. And when you do, you’ll sit in that mess for an hour while I watch TV. You’ll feel the warmth spread, the stink filling the room, and you’ll remember your place.”
You’re nothing…dirty, helpless. My filthy little one. Now be a good boy and mess yourself for Mommy.
Last night I took my latest sissy slut to the group sex extravaganza and it was pure fucking gold. That pathetic little bitch was all dolled up in lace and heels, his tiny dick caged tight. As soon as we got there, I pushed him down and pointed at the biggest black cocks in the room. “Crawl over and start sucking those BBCs, you worthless cumslut,” I said with a cruel laugh. He looked scared but obeyed, dropping to his knees and opening his mouth for the first throbbing black cock. I watched him gag as it pushed deep into his throat, balls hitting his face. “Suck it harder, faggot!” I yelled, slapping his ass. Soon he had two more cocks slapping his cheeks while he jerked them off. The sissy choked on cum, swallowing loads like a good whore. Then I had him on all fours, ass up, as those massive dicks pounded his hole one after another. He moaned and cried while they stretched him wide, filling him with hot jizz. I loved every second of humiliating him, calling him names and making sure he knew his place as a BBC servant. By the end, he was a mess of cum and tears, ready for whatever I throw at him next.
Listen up, you pathetic cock-strokers. I’m Blanche, your sadistic queen, and tonight you’re gonna edge that worthless dick while I finger my dripping cunt thinking of orgy hell.
Picture it: me sprawled on silk sheets, legs spread wide, shoving three fingers deep into my soaked pussy, juices squirting as I grind my clit. You kneel before me, fist pumping your throbbing cock, pre-cum oozing like the desperate slut you are. ‘Faster, bitch,’ I snarl, pinching my hard nipples till they bruise. You beg to cum, but I laugh—’Not yet, worm.’
Now fantasize the orgy: a room of ten hung studs, cocks rigid and leaking. I whip their asses raw, force one to ram his meat into another’s tight hole while I ride a third’s face, smothering him in my ass sweat. Cum sprays everywhere—on my tits, down throats, filling sloppy holes. I make you watch, denied, stroking furiously as they gang-fuck my holes, pounding my pussy and ass till I scream, drenched in hot loads.
Stroke harder now, losers. Cum on command—or suffer.