The Making of Cherry Pt. 05

The Making of Cherry Part 5

I realized I was sweating with desire, and my cock ached as though it were in a vice. I had to get some release. My desperation was tipping between what I realized was the desire to offer up unlimited surrender and the twisted ache to watch her whore herself out again over and over.

Watching as she anal fucked a stranger, her pasted-on shorts accentuating her perfect ass while she slammed herself onto the cock had made me pantingly jealous. Watching her tits sway and shake with the impacts of each thrust and her incredible legs rising from the white knee-high spike-heeled boots had made me harder than I had ever been. For a moment, I imagined our roles were reversed, and I was the one bent over being fucked in an alley. I needed to gain some control but could tell I was totally out of my mind and loved it.

"Please, Rebekah," I asked in what I hoped wasn't too much of a desperate plea, "Please suck me or anything you want. I am so hard it hurts."

Rebekah looked at him without moving. "I want him on his knees begging." She thought to herself. "I want him willing to do anything I tell him until he reads my twisted mind."

She slid her hand down the front of his pants and took a half step back. She felt his cock, and it was harder than she'd ever felt it. A small, sweet smile lifted her lips slightly.

"You do so need release, don't you, my love? Can you imagine how much cum you are building up down there? I can. I think you could paint my face with a huge load. Let's see what we can do with you. But NO cumming until I say. Is that clear - toy? Did you forget my bitch boy? You did, didn't you? You forgot!" She slapped him hard.

"You forgot who I am tonight. How you may address me?" And she slapped Chris several more times, a little less hard. Chris' brain flashed white, and sparks flew. The blows turned him on even more.

Rebekah watched Chris closely. Her thoughts were hidden behind a love she honestly did feel and a desire he hadn't yet completely understood. She wanted complete control.

"I have to keep him here, in this space. I need him to follow me into this. I need him to be a whore for me. I am going to turn him into a bitch boi who will suck cock and offer up his as on my command. I am going to turn his ass into a pussy, and he is going to love it. I need to go carefully now..."

When she spoke, her voice dangled temptation. She played with it, with him, as if he was, in fact, a toy, a vibrator, or a dildo she wanted to tease herself with. Her tone caressed his ego and fears, so they lay down a bit, and his nerves relaxed.

"Mmmm- my sweet - toy - do you want to feel these soft lips slide along your fuck-stick? Do you want me to wet your shaft and balls with my throat, spit, and jerk you all over me so that I am a hot mess?" She pursed and opened her lips and licked them lewdly.

"Yes, Mistress - anything you want to do to me," He gasped out. "I will do whatever you want. Just please..." his voice trailed off as Rebekah forcefully shoved Chris up against the alley wall. She squatted slowly like melting wax, opened his pants, and began lovingly to stroke his cock, talking to it breathlessly.

"Hello, lovely cock. You are so hard; do you want to cum and spray all over me? Do you want me to be your personal alley-whore? My ass is wide open already. You could probably slide right in with a little spit..."

Chris watched as Rebekah licked slowly from his sac all the way up to the tip of his cock. He was desperate to cum; to fuck this elemental woman who had gone from his wild love to his Mistress, in what he almost realized was a slow, deliberate seduction. Half of his mind was frightened by what she implied she wanted - what did she mean when she told him that he would "Help her Whore". It was exciting and nerve-wracking guessing at it. He was beginning to have a glimpse of clarity, even in a hyper-sexed state. But when she slowly sucked his cock all the way down her throat, all thought evaporated. She held herself there, nose on his shaved pelvis, while his brain sunk into a deep pool of blank pleasure.

Rebekah knew her lover was on the edge of running. She had to bring him over the edge and into her dark world; this was her chance. She worked him slowly, knowing she'd lose him if he came. She had to take him to a new level of hyper-sexuality. A place where anything she demanded or asked would be acceptable to him. Acceptable and pleasurable.

Chris's head was going from blank white space to wild spirals of colors and images. Watching this hot "whore" sensually suck his cock like it was the only thing in the world. Each time she slowly slid her fat lips down his length and vacuum-sealed the base, he lost consciousness momentarily.

Rebekah could feel the pressure building in him. Her senses were alert to his every shiver and shudder. "I cannot let him cum. I have to control it. Once I get him to The Haven, he will unravel."

She wrapped her two fingers and her thumb around the base of his cock and squeezed as hard as she could to cut off any release, simultaneously squeezing his sac the same way.

A slight seepage of fluid dribbled into her mouth, a little pre cum. "Oh God!" she thought. "I want his cum!" She shivered with her need and lust but held back. It was all Rebekah could do, slut, that she was not to go wild on his cock and jerk him onto her tits and face, but she wanted so much more from him. At the last possible moment, she stopped herself and slowly stood gripping his cock and balls so hard it should have hurt.

On the edge of release, Chris' mind was utterly blank. Shivers of electric pleasure cascaded up his spine all the way to the crown of his head and back down. The pressure built to a painful peak, and just before his trembling body released all the pent-up lust, she stopped him. A fierce grip held him tight, preventing the orgasm. His head was reeling as he fell back into a dark pool of desperate need and lust.

A sound between a growl and a whine escaped him. Rebekah stood up slowly, still firmly squeezing his balls and cock. She rolled the precum around in her mouth and pressed herself against him, her cunt sopping wet from her own arousal.

Chris watched as she spit something into her hand. She eased her grip on his cock, and a little more pre-cum leaked onto her other hand. When she spoke, her voice was a sexually charged command he couldn't resist. It had a force like a rope tightening around the throat of his psyche.

"Slut-boy, you promised to serve my pussy tonight- remember? You agreed to help me whore, you bitch! I won't let you out of your promise because I know you want to do this- to serve me. Together, we are going to release all you are tonight. You are going to know what it is to be whored out the same way you have whored me out. And you're going to love it. I will let you cum- when it's over, and you will experience something better than you ever hoped for. You are my fucking slave, and I want you to know this! Now eat your dirty slut-cum."

She grabbed the back of his head, cupped her hand, and fed him the leakage from his balls and her mouth. She felt him licking it and smeared the remnant over his face, then slapped him.

"You're going to lick it up slut, and love it, aren't you?" You may find you want a lot more before the nights out."

All I could think of was her will. My brain was still flashing on and off, and I couldn't stop myself from licking her hand clean. I liked it and eagerly sucked each finger as she slid them one by one into my mouth.

As Chris sucked on her thumb, Rebekah pushed him to his knees.

"Do you want me to teach you to really suck cock tonight?" she purred, sliding her whole hand into his throat so that he gagged. "You would certainly love it. Do you think you liked it when Suzanne fucked you with her strap-on? Wait until we're done tonight. You will know something so much better. Now lick my cunt, slave, and make me cum."

She pulled her shorts off and shoved her pussy onto his face holding his head in her hands as he immediately started to lick, nibble, and finger her cunt and ass. In a few minutes, she was shaking the last of the orgasm out and pulling him to his feet and in for a deep kiss.

"Oh, you're a good whore for me, aren't you? I need to get you to The Haven. We both have some sorting out to do..."

THE HAVEN

Rebekah wrapped her arm around his waist, and they walked together down the alley and back onto the boulevard. Chris was barely aware of where he was or what he was doing. He heard the snap of her heels as they struck the cement. The sound sent a shiver of excitement through him. She was purring or humming and occasionally sliding her hand down his pants and grabbing his ass and squeezing. It made her laugh happily.

I was having a strange conversation in what was left brain. I was still so hard and horny I could barely breathe and only noticed Rebekah didn't have her shorts on as she walked bare assed down the boulevard. On one side, I knew that what Rebekah was hinting at was an enormous identity risk, and I had never really thought I would do what she teasingly, mockingly challenged me with. On the other end of the argument was his memory of Suzanne and the promise to himself never to turn down the opportunity if presented. I was still achingly hard and desperate to fuck, and thinking about what might happen made my ass and perineum tingle and clench pleasurably.

"You certainly have a fuller ass than when we met, baby. I'm going to enjoy playing with it. You'll like it as much as I do, I think." Rebekah's voice was conversational now, conspiratorial. She actually giggled and stopped walking, swinging around to face me. She looked at me with a soft, caring look in her beautiful eyes.

"We need to give you a new name for tonight, baby. Maybe Chrissy." She said pensively then, "No, too close to Chris." She paused, thinking, then slowly smirked. "Cherry." She said firmly. "It's your first real night out here with me, so it's got to be Cherry."

"Yes, Mistress," It made me smile back at her to be named. I have no idea why it worked, but it did.

I noticed vacantly that I had stopped questioning her, and as the realization passed through my mind, I realized there was no need to. I remember thinking at that moment:

"Why would I question her? She knows me in a way no one else ever will."

***

They kept walking for a few minutes, Rebekah's naked ass shaking slightly with each step when, without warning, she turned down another narrow space between buildings and led him along the dark passage. About midway down, a blue door on the left was outlined by fairy lights. She stopped and punched a code into a keypad. The door opened, and he followed her through and into a hallway. He wondered vaguely how she knew the code but didn't pursue it. Towards the far end was another door. In an elegant hand brushed in white were some Japanese kanji. Rebekah turned toward him and pointed at the kanji.

"It means Slut, but implies first as well," she said, punching in another code and pushing the door open.

Chris was vaguely aware of vibrations from music shaking the room slightly. He looked at a clock, which read 1:30 a. m.

"There must be a club upstairs," he thought.

"Take a seat, Cherry," Rebekah said. I'll be back in a few minutes. I need to grab a couple of things. You wear a size nine shoe, right?" she asked, her voice excited.

Chris gave her a puzzled look but answered, "Yes, that's right. 9." He sat in the only seat that he saw in the little room. It was in front of a wrought iron vanity. Iron vines twisted up from the floor to make legs, then ran together to frame a mirror and incorporated a large desk. The desktop was smokey green glass. There were small drawers on either side. The mirror showed him clearly. He knew he was considered handsome, even pretty, by some. He found himself thinking about sitting in front of the vanity as he was and what a little makeup would do to change his appearance. The reflection showed his green eyes and full lips. Long copper hair hung in a braid halfway down his back.

The room was about the size of a standard bedroom. The walls were painted the color of Autumn grass. He was still floating on the images of Rebekah getting her ass fucked - or using her ass to fuck some stranger and her kneeling and sucking his own cock right to the very point of ecstasy. He could still taste faintly his own salty, musky semen and liked it. He had no other thoughts.

The door opened, and he watched her in the mirror as she entered the room. She held a bundle of shiny clothes and a bag in her arms. He loved how she moved, loved the slutty look of her in the boots, the opaque white vinyl top. Mentally, he was still breathless.

"Come over here," she said, sitting on a settee that he hadn't noticed until that moment.

Chris rose and walked steadily over to her.

"Kneel," she commanded.

Chris stood still momentarily, looking at the piled clothing she had set next to her. "It's women's clothing. Slut - wear". He thought, then knelt as commanded.

Rebekah smiled with a cat's satisfaction, took his head in both her hands, and kissed him as though he were the only man on earth.

"Now," she said, "we are going to get you dressed to whore. Strip."

Again, Chris hesitated. Rebekah looked at him and smiled a soft smile lined with sadness or disappointment.

"Do you remember telling me about you and Suzanne? Do you remember how you said you'd always regretted not going a bit further? Tonight's the night. Tonight slut-boi." Her voice became more firm.

"Tonight, you and I are going to be whores together. But," and she paused to stand up from the settee, "But you belong to me, and I get to tell you what to do. Are you clear?"

Chris looked at the clothes, and she could see him slowly registering each item. He looked at her and responded almost dreamily, "Yes, Mistress. I will do as you tell me." he was floating again.

One by one, Rebekah laid out the clothing on the settee. There were shiny red patent-leather heels 5 inches high with a short platform. An equally shiny knee-length full-sleeved dress of stretchy, thin vinyl, or latex. Cherry couldn't tell which. When Rebekah held it up, a large oval cutout was revealed where Cherry's lovely bum would be visible to all (and available if it went that way). It had a straight, stiff collar and a back zip. The dress was a form-fitting piece made for a woman. She set it down and picked up a short three-buckle corset.

"This will give your waist a more femme curve, Cherry," Rebekah whispered throatily. She had to admit it - she was getting more and more turned on and was already wet again.

A black vinyl cat hood with large eye holes would hide Cherry's identity while leaving her cheeks and chin exposed. Two large-sized breast forms with fat nipples completed the ensemble.

Staring open-mouthed, a strange thrill trickled like cool water through the one who, until this moment, had always been Chris, and something shifted deep inside.

"I can do this. I can be what she wants and what I have wanted to try. I can become, at least for the moment, a slut."

It dawned on Cherry that Rebekah had planned everything, and she admitted to herself that she had known it was coming for a long time. Cherry started to tremble with nervous excitement and anxiety.

"We don't have time to make it work in any other clothing combination," Rebekah said as she laid it all out. "But this is a good look for you, Cherry, and I think you'll like it."

Cherry recoiled briefly and stammered in a small voice, "Rebekah, Mistress Rebekah, I'm not sure what we are doing. What do you want me to do?"

At the first word, Rebekah turned abruptly, her sharp look softening as she used Mistress.

She stepped in close, rested a hand on her flat, naked chest, and took the nipple between her fingers. She began to squeeze gently at first but gradually increased her grip. Her voice was a throaty command.

"You promised me. You are mine tonight. You can't renege. You must trust me. I know you. I know what your darkest desire is. You can explore it - here. Tonight. Safely. I know what turns you on, and I know what your ultimate pleasure will be. Tonight, we are the same. You loved dressing up for Suzanne. You loved whoring me out in a parking lot to strange young men. This is payback, BUT I know you are going to love it. Try it. You'll see. Just follow along. Trust me. If you don't love it we will never redo it again" Saying the last pained her deeply but it had to be said.

Cherry paused for a moment, and Rebekah touched the cock and whispered tauntingly, "You want me to make you cum, and I want you to help me with all of this. When it happens, when you finally cum tonight - you will be utterly convinced."

As he watched her and listened to her soothing voice, any lingering resistance melted, and She nodded, "Yes, Mistress. I want to be your bitch. Cherry wants you to make her cum. In any way you want to do it." The words, spoken sincerely, finally put her in a swirl of relaxed ease.

Rebekah was in her element; piece by piece, she dressed Cherry, fondling her cock occasionally. First, she positioned the breast forms and taped them tightly to her chest. Then, the dress that she would wear and expose her bum to use. The dress was zipped up tight as a drum skin, and the blood-red corset was synched tight, making it a little harder for her trainee to breathe.

Rebekah took a little time to do the eyes, as the mask left ample room to see them. She explained to Cherry, "The eyes are always a large part of seduction, don't you think? Although the perfect soft skin of your face needs a slap now and then- don't you agree? That's why we only have the half-hood."

She used a sparkling smokey green shadow and gave 'Cherry' drawn-out kitten lines. She chose a deep red matte lip color and expertly coated her full, fat lips.

She helped her into the heels - "Are you going to be able to walk in these slut?" She asked. Cherry only nodded, but a vague smile settled on her face. The last thing was to pull "her" hair through the hole atop the cat hood and unbraid it. It was now a single ponytail rising out of the crown of Cherry's head.

"There now. Look at yourself in the mirror on the wall in the alcove." Rebekah was shaking with desire at this point, and her breath was short.

Cherry finally noticed that one wall in the room was only a half-wall, and behind it was another alcove with a full-length mirror. She looked at her reflection and thought, " I'm dressed like a latex slut. I'm Cherry."

Thoughts seeped into the mind of the person reflected in the mirror. The body's natural shape was slightly contoured to be more feminine with the addition of the corset. She looked ready for a dungeon or a leather party and smiled.

Cherry took some slow, careful steps toward the reflection in the floor-length mirror and stopped a few feet away, turning to get a full view. It was thrilling beyond her wildest fantasies. You couldn't tell if the breasts were natural or not, and the whole outfit enhanced her look; lush lips, fat tits, perky round ass, and eyes.

"Hello, Cherry," she said. "I wonder what kind of trouble we are going to get up to tonight with Mistress's help." She actually giggled happily

Rebekah prowled up behind her. "Oh, you look absolutely delicious! You look - well, a perfect dungeon whore." She crooned. "Come. It's after two, and I am sure people are waiting. I still need to dress, and you can help me."

For herself, Rebekah had brought black, six-inch low-platform pumps and shiny, vinyl thigh-highs. An ultra-mini that would barely cover her ass and a vinyl push-up that would leave her nipples exposed. She made Cherry kneel and help her into the thigh-highs slowly one at a time. Cherry relished the moment and the contrast between the smooth silk of her thighs and the shiny plastic feel of the material.

After the thigh highs were caressed on, Rebekah handed Cherry the skirt and stood. "Hold it low, baby girl, so I can step in, then pull it up smoothly, please." She smiled at her new subs' willingness to provide service. Lips turning up with an electric pleasure. "You can rim my ass now, Cherry," she suggested as Cherry pulled the skirt up to her waist.

Cherry felt strangely obedient. A brief thought of how it would be if she were hypnotized flashed and fled through her mind before she spread Rebekah's luscious ass and began to kiss and lick her hole gently. Rebekah arched herself onto Cherry's face, murmuring her pleasure and letting the sensation flood her. After a few minutes, she stopped her slave and had her help put the bra on. She didn't need the help but loved having Cherry attend to her. Finally, Rebekah put her hair up in a high ponytail and made Cherry watch as she re-did her lips in a wet pink. It made Cherry jealous for a moment. She didn't understand it, but it left her aching to be touched.

Rebekah watched through the mirror as the emotions played across Cherry's face and smiled to herself. "Oh, little bitch- you don't need to be jealous! You'll have all you can manage soon enough." She took her by the hand and led her toward the door.

They walked out and turned right. They turned right again at the end of the hall, followed another short hallway to its end at a junction, and turned right again. Warm track lights lit the new hallway in a deep blue color. It was blank on the right but had a line of evenly spaced doors on the left, each about 20 feet apart, and a mirror across the hallway from each door. The music was louder here, and the bass beat was more definite.

The number 11 in cut glass was at eye level in the middle of the last lurid red door. It was lit from within and sparkled. 


Rebekah took a deep breath, and Cherry watched enviously as her perfect breasts rose and fell. She noticed a gleam of pure feral mischief in her eye. The door swung open to a small room. At a guess, it was only about 20 feet across and 20 feet deep. Rebekah stepped back and touched Cherry's sacrum, encouraging her forward. The far wall was a solid mirror from floor to ceiling. Her curiosity titillated and overwhelmed her. She walked in carefully, watching herself sway in the mirror.

Rebekah watched her, aware that Cherry was seducing herself..