Your New Shoulder Devil Pt. 10

This story contains rough sex and transphobic language, as well as themes of abuse and gender dysphoria. Proceed with caution.

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"Hey Mom," said Dolores.

"Dylan?" A sharp, irritated voice. "It's eleven at night, what on earth are you calling about?" A bit softer when she added, "Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, everything's fine." Dolores was walking down Poplar toward campus. Trannies out alone late at night were at risk of hate crimes, and she hoped that loudly talking on a phone, having a witness of sorts, would be a defense of some kind. But that wasn't her only reason for calling. "I dunno," she tried to make herself sound a bit drunk and slurry, "it's just been a while since I heard from you. And I figured you'd still be up, since it's Saturday, y'know."

"Yes, we were just about to turn the lights out--"

"Oh, sorry--"

"Hey Dylan," her dad had picked up the other phone, sounding a bit more mellow than her mom.

"Yeah, hey Dad--"

"But it is good to hear from you," her mother added. "I wish you'd call more often."

"I know. Sorry. Things have been busy down here. Getting later in the semester, harder to keep up with all the work. But I'm staying on top of it."

"Good, good," her dad said.

"Been having fun with your friends?" It almost sounded like a normal question, but Dolores could hear the barbs. The implicit questions were, "Have you been having too much fun with friends to make time to call us?" and, "Are you drunk right now?"

But that was fine, it gave Dolores an opening to do her test. "Not as much recently." Hey, that part was honest. "The frat has been kinda on edge, a lot of tension. One of the brothers came out as, um, transgender. And some of the brothers are supportive, but plenty of them have been hostile about it."

"Mm." Dolores flinched at how tight her mother's voice was. "And where do you stand?"

That was a test, Dolores knew. "None of my business, you know? I barely know her--"

"Her?" Now her dad was sounding edgy. "Why did you call him 'her'?"

Deep breath. "Haha, I dunno. This shit can be so confusing."

"Well, we raised you better than that," her mother added.

"Yeah. Sorry. Anyway, like I said there's just been a lot of tension in the frat house lately, a lot of prickly dudes in an enclosed space, you know. I went out to one of the bars to drink a little, just to get away from it, and I wanted to hear your voices, so," she shrugged.

"Drinking by yourself?" Her mother gave a heavy sigh. "Dylan, you know that's a warning sign."

"Well," her dad cut in, "drinking in a bar isn't the same thing as drinking by yourself in, like, a room."

Her mother grunted. "Doug, please--"

"I'll let you go," Dolores said, "I know it's late. Thanks for talking."

"Yes, it was good to hear from you," her mother replied.

"Don't get mixed up with the transgenders," her dad added.

"If you still have that long hair," her mother went on, "you might want to get it cut, so no one thinks that you're, y'know..."

"Hey, plenty of men have longer hair," her dad said.

"Yes, and these days, some of those men are calling themselves women. Besides, in the business world, there will be an expectation that--"

"Yeah, well, let him enjoy it while he can--"

"I'll probably keep it like this for a while," Dolores said. "Girls like it this way, haha. Bye."

She hung up. On the quad now, she sat down on the stairs to Culver Hall and rested her face in her hands. Couldn't go home to parents, not without sacrifices she wasn't willing to make. No place in the world that was safe. She wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come.

Deep breath. Stupid concept, wanting to cry. Keep your poise, maintain control over your emotions. Better that way, always, obviously. She stretched her arms over her head and pulled herself to her feet. She strutted the rest of the distance to Stafford Hall, trying to summon the feeling that she was a sexy, capable, confident bitch.

The exterior door was locked. Which, yeah, that was how the dorms were, she should've remembered, should've gotten Dominique's phone number before she left Sodom House, shit, shit. Thing that made the most sense might be to go back now, Rose probably wasn't back yet, but she might be, and if she was...

She paced in front of the stairs up to the dorm. It's a Saturday night, someone will be entering or leaving eventually.

Chillier out than she'd prefer, she wasn't dressed for this.

At last the door opened, and she darted up the stairs to duck behind the girl who was exiting, catching her bewildered glance as she slipped by.

Angelina was stirred from her sleep by a knock on the door. "Whazzat?" she grumbled.

"Uh, don't worry, let me get it," and Dominique hurried toward the door.

She seemed evasive, which made Angelina curious; when Dominique opened the door, speaking in soft tones to the person on the other side, Angelina sat up and craned her neck until she could recognize, "Dolly? What are you doing here?"

Dolly huffed. "Doesn't concern you, I'm trying to have a private fucking conversation--"

"Hey, don't talk to my girlfriend like that," Dominique said. "Look, come in, sit down, anything you can say to me you can say to her."

So Dolly swept into the room, a quick glare at Angelina before her eyes landed on Ryan's sleeping body, some quiver of disgust crossed her face at the sight of his bare ass. "And, uh, who's this?"

"A friend," Angelina said.

"Mm. You're friendly, friendly girls, huh." Dolly slumped into the computer chair by Dominique's desk.

"Yeah," Angelina replied, "friendly enough to let you in despite how unfriendly you're being. Why are you here, Dolly?"

Dominique lingered near the door, looking between them, seeming tense. "Ange, I think she's in kind of a bad place right now."

"No, she's right," Dolly conceded, "I've been... I know. Just that my life's sort of been falling apart since you fucked my wife." A measured dose of venom in that statement, another glare at Angelina.

Angelina felt a surge of shame. Right, I'm the bad guy here, Dolly would be justified in hating me. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't... Rose sort of sucked me into it."

"I'm sure," Dolly said, and her voice wasn't unsympathetic, "I know how she is. Do you think that makes it better, that she chose to do this to me? I wish I understood what it was about you that made her want to throw me away. Cause I don't fucking see it."

That hit Angelina like a sucker punch to the gut, worthless grubby feeling emanating out from the point of impact, trying to think back to that night, that first conversation alone in the kitchen. "I guess," she said, "she liked talking philosophy with me."

Dolly smacked her lips together. "Ah. That shows me, huh?"

"Look," Angelina said, "I know she cares about you, she didn't want you to find out--"

"Oh, great, cool."

"But I think the biggest thing was just that I was new, someone she could corrupt. She's, uh, I think she's just fully back to doing her old thing now. Y'know, I think she missed, uh, hunting."

Dolly was still. "Yeah. She would, huh?" Voice choked and heavy. "I'm so fucking stupid."

It was at this point that Ryan stirred, stretching arms over his head before forcing his eyes open, just a bit at first, but they widened when he saw Dolly. "Oh," and he scrambled to get himself under the covers. "Who's she," he whispered to Angelina.

"Friend of Domi's," Angelina replied. "Sorry, she showed up unexpectedly."

While Angelina's attention was on Ryan, Dolly got up to stand close to Dominique. In a low voice, "I have to be out of there. I should've left ages ago, obviously, but I can't stay there. Heh, I did the idiot thing and screwed around with Iris and Ganza again and they, uh," she gestured at the hickey on her neck, "weren't concerned enough with discretion, heh heh."

"Oh, shit that's not good," said Dominique, running a finger over the bruise. "Kinda wish I'd gotten to do that," she added.

"Not the time," Dolly grunted. "But yeah, I'd have liked that. Look, can I crash here for a while?"

"Yeah, yeah definitely," Dominique said.

"Not sure how long I'll be here, gonna need to, fuck, get a source of income," Dolly paused to breathe, fast enough for it to be disconcerting, "I mean, I've got the videos, but she's always controlled that account. And the money... I'd want to get at her computer but fuck knows how I'll get in that house without her catching me and, um... So, yeah, I'll be here a while... I'd offer money, but right now that's not a thing I can provide..."

"Don't worry about it," Dominique assured her.

It didn't seem to calm Dolly down. "Like if you want me to pay you back in the future, that's fine, really, or like, y'know, I can fulfill whatever sort of sexual desires, I'm very adapted to tolerating," shaky breath now, "pain, degradation, whatever you want. Seriously, you're doing me a favor, I can make myself useful..."

"No, Dolly, don't," and Dominique wrapped arms around her. "Don't think like that. I don't need anything from you, just want you to be okay."

She felt Dolly's muscles begin to loosen. "That isn't a rational response." Her arms went up to hug Dominique back. "You can absolutely take better advantage of the situation."

"Shhh."

"Um," Angelina was watching from the bed, scratching behind her ear, "I'm not sure this dorm is safe. Rose knows where we live."

A few silent moments, Dominique felt the warmth drain from her body. "Oh."

"I mean, like," Angelina tilted her head back and forth, "perhaps she doesn't suspect anything--"

"She knows that Dominique tried to get me to suck her dick that first night," Dolly said. She pulled away from Dominique, seeming agitated. "And so, if she's looking for where I went, she might think this was a place I could run away to. Dammit, dammit."

"Well, we could fight her off," Dominique offered, trying to summon confidence she didn't feel, "you know, she's outnumbered--"

"Yeah, no, she's," Dolly was pacing now, "a fucking psycho. Someone tried to steal me once, I think she would've murdered them if I hadn't stopped her. And under the current circumstances, I'm not sure she'd actually care that much what I want, heh. So no, I don't want you getting hurt on my behalf... Fuck. Goddammit." Dolly pulled her phone out and started typing a message.

"But like, where would you go if not here?" Dominique asked, putting a hand on Dolly's shoulder.

Dolly held up a finger, then continued typing. Once the message was sent, "I texted Iris, asked her to let me know if Rose has come back. If she's not still around, I'd want to get into the house and get the account information so I can keep posting videos, transfer myself some money from her bank account, get a motel maybe... If she's already back, then I don't fucking know. Go crawling back to the frat for the rest of the year, take off all the girly clothes, just go back to being a fucking man."

"No," Dominique insisted. The idea was unacceptable, and Dolly seemed so displeased by it, "You shouldn't have to..."

Dolly gave her a weary look. "Always knew I'd have to give it up eventually. Childish shit, can't get anywhere in life being a fucking tranny, I've been stupid." She lowered herself onto Dominique's bed to sit, resting her face against her hand. "Honestly, the smart thing would be to get into the account and delete all those videos, just burn that career to the ground and start over. Heh, I could tell people in job interviews that I worked in 'online media production' for a small company that went under, that wouldn't be entirely false."

"Yeah," Dominique was looking down at Dolly, how crumpled she looked, she wanted to tell her to keep going with the videos because they were her favorite thing, but she got the sense that this would not be received well. "At least I have a bunch of the videos downloaded, so I can watch them, heh."

"Ah, yes," Dolly said, her voice bitter, "nothing ever vanishes from the internet, certainly nothing with an audience. Nope, doesn't really matter, this shit's gonna follow me until I die, so fuck it, I really should just abandon any dreams of a larger career, be a pathetic slut getting railed on camera for the rest of my life. Maybe I should just kill myself now and get it over with."

Dominique stood, shocked silent. She managed to squeak out, "No."

For a moment, Dolly's eyes darted up to meet hers, so much pain and anger. She laid down on the bed. "Or I could just go back, let Rose kill me. I'm probably too fucking pathetic to do it myself."

"Stop that." Angelina's voice. "You're being cruel."

Dolly craned her neck up enough to look at Angelina. "I'm just talking about how completely fucked I am."

"No," Angelina replied. "I saw how you looked at her right before you said that. You were trying to hurt her."

Dolly let her head fall back onto the bed. "Maybe. I don't fucking know."

"I'm sorry you're in a bad situation," Angelina said, "but, you know, there's people in this world who are willing to help. We're willing to help. But since you got here you've just been lashing out at us."

Dolly took a long inhalation. "Yeah."

From Dominique's position, she could see Dolly's face, so blank, so heavy. "You're being kind of a brat," Dominique said, "aren't you?"

Dolly's lips curled into the slightest smile. "Chronic problem of mine."

"Yeah?" Dominique chanced to sit on the bed beside her. "We've got a treatment for that chronic problem of yours, don't we?"

A bigger smile on Dolly's face now. Dominique leaned in and gave Dolly a bite on the nose, before moving down for a kiss on her open mouth, pressing her tongue against Dolly's, feeling Dolly's gladness to taste her again. She tore her mouth away from Dolly's, ready to finally give a hickey like she'd always wanted, but she glimpsed Angelina, still sitting on her bed, her head turned to the side, a pained expression all over her face. "Hey Ange? You okay?"

Angelina gave a limp shrug. It was hypocritical and unfair, she knew, to feel this surge of jealousy, especially after she'd run off to fuck Valerie earlier, and so she had no desire to make a thing of it. Maybe it just stung that Dolly had been so cruel to both of them, felt bad to see Domi giving her affection. Or maybe she was just a greedy whore who wanted all of Domi's attention for herself while she went around fucking whoever she pleased.

"Would you, uh, wanna join me?" Dominique asked.

Oh. Hm. In truth Angelina found Dolly's behavior off-putting in a way that made her not want to be intimate with her. She turned her gaze toward Dolly, saw the hesitation in her eyes as well. Strange, knotty energy filling this room.

"I'd like to see your dominant side again," Dominique added.

Angelina supposed that it would help work through the tension to play along. And if all she did was make Dolly squirm a little, well, Dolly kind of deserved that. "Alright, sure," she said, hoping her voice came out nonchalant. She lifted herself up to go lie on Domi's bed next to Dolly, and ran fingernails over Dolly's ribs. Dolly's muscles were tense. Their eyes met for a brief moment and bounced off each other.

"So," Dominique scratched the back of her head, "I know you thought Dolly was being rude to you, huh Ange? What, uh, do you think she deserves?"

"Not sure." Angelina ran a thoughtful hand up to stroke at Dolly's cheek. "What does Dolly think she deserves, huh?"

Dolly was looking at nothing in particular, no particular sign that she'd heard. Angelina studied her face, and felt she saw pain in her eyes. Some stirring of sympathy, though she felt she could keep that buried. "Or, rather, what sort of punishment makes her behave when she's treating people so cruelly, hm?"

"Um," that was Ryan, sitting up on the bed, "should I, like, go?"

The three of them on the bed looked between each other. Dominique spoke first, a mischievous smirk on her face, "Well, hey, do you wanna join--"

"I'd like it if you left, yeah," Dolly cut in.

A stiff nod, and Ryan got out of bed to gather his clothes, covering his crotch with one hand until he turned away from them to slide his underpants up.

"I'll walk you out," Angelina offered.

In the hall together, Angelina stroked his shoulder. "Sorry about this. She needed a place to be, and she needed comfort and, well--"

"She said something about Rose," Ryan said. "Is Rose gonna come here?"

"Um. Maybe. I hope not. But she," Angelina hesitated, "she's Rose's wife--"

"Oh!" Ryan looked stricken. "I didn't... I didn't know."

"Not your fault, not your fault," and Angelina wrapped him in a hug. "I mean, Rose... she does what she wants. Hard to stop her."

"I know. I just... I didn't want there to be someone who was... I don't know."

"She treats everyone like shit," Angelina said, patting his back. "She treated you like shit, she treated me like shit. And she's treated Dolly like shit, and so Dolly went and cheated too, but if Rose finds out I don't think she's gonna, you know, take a moment to reflect on her treatment of people. She's probably gonna," she paused, the thought of finishing that sentence filled her with dread.

"I could, uh," Ryan pushed a nervous giggle out of himself, "I could wait downstairs, you know, lookout for her. Maybe, uh, distract her if she comes here."

Angelina felt a cold flush of worry at this idea. "Distract her?"

Weird cracked smile on his face, "Yeah, you know," he swayed his hips back and forth, gave his ass a little shake.

"Um, you don't have to do that."

"Oh sure, I just," odd little breaths, "I kinda want it to happen again. Her, I mean. I miss her, I guess, I'd like to," she felt him shrug against her, "she's so..."

"She is," Angelina said, and squeezed him. "She is."

"Do you think she'd want me again?" He was turning wide eyes up toward her.

Angelina leaned down to nibble his nose. "I think she'd be lucky to taste you again."

Sweet to see his wide delighted smile.

"And I know she doesn't deserve to," she added

Noncommittal nod. "I'm gonna wait downstairs, okay? If she shows up I'll let you know."

She resisted the urge to say, "Alright," because she wasn't sure if this was alright, but he slipped away from her hug toward the stairwell and she stood there and let him. "Keep me posted, yeah," she called.

"For sure," and he was gone.

Alright then. Maybe she should go after him. Maybe she should go back into the room, they were waiting for her after all.

Another little stab of envy as she opened the door to find Domi and Dolly sitting close, Domi's nails on Dolly's shoulder and lips on her neck. Whatever, shake it off. "So, uh, Ryan said he was gonna go downstairs, keep a lookout for Rose."

"Oh, right, I should," and Dolly peeled away from Dominique for her phone. "Gonna turn my text notification sound all the way up, so if Iris texts back I'll hear. Or if Rose texts, heh."

"That's smart I guess." Angelina leaned down next to Dominique and kissed her cheek before nuzzling her nose against her neck. She felt some desire to show that Dominique was hers, reassert herself in the face of Dolly being here and getting Domi's attention. Felt good when Dominique's arm came up to scratch her neck.

"Okay, that's," Dolly looked up from her phone, and her eyes met Angelina's, and Angelina felt a sudden flare of hostility toward her, an unreasonable spike of jealousy, stay away from my Domi. It must've been visible in her eyes because Dolly looked down, scratching at her face, "taken care of, heh."

Odd energy lingered. "So, it's punishment time, huh?" Domi said, sounding like a bad actor delivering an unfamiliar line. "What, uh, do you think she deserves Ange?"

"Well," still so new to the whole dominant thing, and Dolly seemed to be in such a weird place, Angelina didn't want to impose anything on her, wanted feedback, "like I said, what does she think she deserves?"

Dolly's fingers twisted at the bedsheets. "Heh. Honestly," an odd joyless little laugh, "I think I deserve," that wasn't a laugh, that was a sob, "to get shot in the head." Ugly crying now. "I'm sorry," she gasped out just as Dominique pulled her into a tight hug, "not trying to," throaty inhalation, "be cruel, I'm really not."

"I know you're not," Angelina said.

"I guess I was being cruel earlier," Dolly went on, "cause you're right, I'm so fucking spikey and shitty and I'm always fucking lashing out and don't know why and I don't think I can stop. So like," she shrugged against Dominique, "what am I gonna fucking do without Rose, you know? Who else is gonna put up with me? That's the thing, I guess, I'm a fucking monster like her, I'm where I belong with her."

"Well," Angelina said, chancing to stroke at Dolly's back, "we're monsters here too. We're in the same boat, kind of."

"Maybe. But I don't know, I had rough sex already tonight, I don't know what I want, and I don't think I deserve anything. Just do what you want with me, I don't fucking care."

Angelina's eyes met Domi's, they spent a few moments sharing their lost overwhelmed feeling. "What if," Angelina offered, "we just forget about punishment, huh? What if we were soft with you?"

Dolly gave another stiff shrug. "Like I said, whatever you want."

"Eh," Domi shot a commiserative look at Angelina, "it's been a long day for all of us, I kinda just wanna lie here and snuggle, and touch each other, and maybe something happens, maybe not. No pressure."

They laid down with Dolly sandwiched between the two of them, bodies pressed tight against each other, Dominique's arm draped over Dolly so that her hand rested on Angelina's hip, while Angelina's nails grazed Dominique's forearm. Domi was giving Dolly kisses on the forehead, and Angelina wished that Domi was kissing her, wished that Domi was close enough for her to kiss. Well, she supposed, she could kiss Dolly, so she put her lips on the back of Dolly's neck and shoulders, and found that she liked doing it, liked the taste of her skin, the lingering floral shampoo smell in her long blonde hair. "You're so pretty," she murmured, "I was always jealous of how good you looked watching your videos. So well groomed, such good makeup."

"Yeah, well, I was very well trained." Dolly's voice sounded more tranquil now. "It's nice to be given softness, I don't know."

"How long has it been since you've had anyone be soft with you?" Angelina asked.

"I mean, Rose is normally pretty good about aftercare, but..."

After a while of waiting for Dolly to continue, Angelina said, "It's nice to get softness without having to go through pain first."

"Myeah. I mean, I'm getting this because I cried at you, so," and Dolly shrugged.

"Well," Dominique said, "you're getting this because we both think you're pretty."

"I suppose." For a moment Dolly's silence seemed a bit tense, Angelina felt like she might start lashing out at herself again. But she let out a breath and seemed to relax her body, giving herself to their touch. "I do feel better than I did before I cried, I guess."

"It's good to let it out," Dominique said.

"Apparently. I guess I've heard that crying's supposed to be cleansing. Kind of annoyed that it's true, I dunno."

"Mm." Dominique slid a hand under Dolly's shirt to touch her tummy. "Your skin is so smooth, Ange have you felt how soft her skin is?"

"If you really wanna feel, then I can just take this off," Dolly said, smirking as she rolled her shirt off.

Domi took the opportunity to take her own top off, and Angelina followed suit. Electric sensation to have their bare torsos pressed together; everyone's hands were moving faster over each other's bodies, and it wasn't long before Angelina found herself getting hard. She watched Dominique give Dolly an open mouthed kiss. Another stab of jealousy, but easily solved by moving her lips up to smooch Dolly's cheek while making intense eye contact with Domi, waiting for their lips to part so she could claim a kiss from Domi for herself, the sweet familiar taste of her, making her all tingly, Angelina was throbbing against Dolly's backside now. And Dolly's lips prodding her cheek, oh, how delicious, she wants a taste of me too, Angelina took another couple moments lingering in her kiss with Domi, feeling Dolly's lips against her neck become needier before breaking away to indulge the brat.

Turned out she got the tingles from kissing Dolly too, that was nice, and the prickly bitch seemed so appreciative to receive her tongue, so docile, a sweet treat to lick voraciously. Dolly burst into giggles as Dominique ran her tongue up her neck, cute.

A glance over at Dominique revealed that she was pulling down her pajama pants to unleash her beautiful hard cock. Pleasurable gasp from Dolly when the cock pressed against her belly, which inspired Angelina to take her cock out as well and rub it against Dolly's back.

"Hahh, I can't believe," Dolly gushed, "I spent so much of my life not having two cocks grinding on me."

"Mmm, shoulda been a cheating whore ages ago," Domi murmured, "it suits you." She put her hands on Dolly's waistband and yanked down. At once Angelina's hands went down to grope at Dolly's ass, so round and firm and muscular, and Dolly pushed back a little to give herself to the touch.

"Aw, you've still got your cock in the cage," Dominique said in an exaggerated pouty voice.

"Yep. You know I prefer it this way."

"Just once I'd like to see it get hard, play with it, suck it."

"I know."

Odd sort of disappointment hanging between the two of them now; Angelina wanted to puncture it. "Hey Dolly, I bet Rose normally doesn't let you suck her nipples, huh?"

"No," Dolly shook her head, "they're very, uh, sensitive..." and she trailed off; Angelina thought that Dolly had started considering why Angelina would know about Rose's nipples and gotten upset again.

"You wanna suck Domi's?" Angelina went on. "Mm, those nice full breasts look tasty don't they?"

She was already pushing Dolly's head toward Dominique's chest by the time Dolly muttered, "Uh, yeah sure." Sounded unenthused, but when she wrapped her lips around the nipple her eyes closed, seeming to enjoy the moment.

Domi was gasping, "Ohhh fuuuck that tongue ring, gooooood girl."

Angelina hoped that Dolly was internalizing the message, hoped that this affirmation made her feel better. "Very good girl," and she kissed Dolly's shoulder. Somehow right now she didn't feel jealous of Dolly and her tongue ring, she didn't feel like they were rivals, they were united, giving each other pleasure, she felt glad that Dominique got to have that sensation, glad that Dolly got to play with someone besides Rose, glad to bear witness to it all, very glad to squeeze at Dolly's asscheeks and rub her cock along the crevice between them, watching as Dominique kept thrusting against Dolly's belly.

"Oh, Goddammit," Dolly pulled her mouth away from Dominique's breast, "someone's gotta fuck me, please."

"You sure that's what you want?" Angelina asked, trying to keep her voice light and teasing, hoping it didn't sound like she was paranoid that Dolly felt she had to let herself get fucked to appease them.

"I mean, you've got me so horny, it's really the only way I'm gonna be able to cum with the cage on."

"Well, you could take it off," Angelina offered. "Or, well, do have the key--"

"I like having it on. I like to be fucked," she said, in a tone that seemed to close the issue.

"You know," Domi said, "I'd really like to watch you fuck her, Ange."

Oh. An odd feeling of resistance to the concept...

"Mm, it'd be so fucking hot to watch my two favorite girls go at it," she added, her warm libidinal voice washing over Angelina, soaking into her skin, melting away that resistance.

"If it'll make you happy, Mistress," Angelina said.

"Yeah, alright," Dolly said, the tone of someone who'd gotten over her own misgivings. She turned her head to the side and looked into Angelina's eyes. "I am starting to see the appeal of you, I suppose."

Just a little bit demeaning to be told that; just a little bit completely maddening, to be reminded how snide Dolly had been earlier, to be shaken from the feeling of intimacy, to be reminded of the animosity that had existed between them. Haha, well, Angelina supposed she did deserve it, she'd fucked Dolly's wife after all, stupid piece of shit... Deep breath. "You could stop being bratty," Angelina muttered.

"Yeah? If I stop, will you still fuck me like a brat?"

Angelina's cock throbbed against Dolly's body. She almost said, "Maybe," but that's not how you play the domme. "Definitely." There it is.

Soon, Dolly was on her belly, ass pushed up slightly so that Angelina could fingerfuck some lube into her hole. Dominique sat on the bed in front of Dolly's face, idly stroking herself. Very nice to feel Dolly's hole squeezing her finger, nice to play with this beautiful body, her cock was raging hard by now. "Do you feel ready for it?"

"Been waiting for you to give me the real thing already, yeah."

Angelina clucked her tongue. "Brat." She withdrew her finger and placed her cock against Dolly's opening, a pause to make sure the angle was right before she took the plunge.

Reckless fast, she drove half her shaft into Dolly, pausing at the sound of her sharp intake of breath. "Is that okay?"

"Not hard enough. C'mon, ram me."

So Angelina slammed the rest of the way in, a gasp from Dolly that definitely sounded more like pain than pleasure. She held still, savoring the sensation of Dolly's ring gripping her shaft.

Dolly started wriggling beneath her, urgently pushing herself against Angelina's cock. "I said ram me," she whined.

Frustrated, Angelina gave an aggressive thrust, and another. "Like that?"

"Almost adequate."

Well, fuck you too, Angelina thought. She clenched her teeth; hold the aggression on your body, she told herself, pour it into your thrusting, harder, faster. "I'd have been happy," she grumbled, "to be soft with you."

"Well, ah, you spend years, ah, training your body to respond to one specific sort of touch, ah, then you adapt to it, ah, I need it like this to cum. You are doing better."

"Good," she barked through her clenched teeth.

"Ahhh, and I like that growl."

"Good, good," she was tired, holding herself up and fucking hard was tiring her, she laid down on top of Dolly, holding her in place while she roughfucked her. She glanced up at where Dominique sat, stroking herself. "Enjoying the show?" she asked.

Dominique nodded.

"Want me to suck it?" Dolly offered. "You can snap for it."

With one of her lip nibbles, Domi snapped, and Dolly's body jolted forward, and, without thinking, Angelina's muscles tightened to hold her in place. Dolly let out a squeal of frustration that brought a grin to Angelina's face. Her eyes met Dominique's; a wicked rush of glee passed between them. Dominique snapped again, and again Angelina held fast to Dolly, not letting her forward.

"Goddammit," Dolly growled.

"Well, why do you keep trying to get away from me?" Angelina asked, her voice a parody of innocent curiosity.

"Yeah," Domi added, smirking, "and why haven't you started sucking yet? I thought you wanted it."

"You fucking bitches," Dolly snarled.

A renewed burst of anger that Angelina poured into a sharp slam into Dolly's body, intense enough to make her shudder. "Rude."

Dominique shuffled closer, holding the tip of her cock just out of reach of Dolly's drooling mouth. "Yeah, apologize to my girlfriend for calling her a bitch."

Dolly's nostrils flared. "Sorry," she grunted.

"Now, apologize to MY girlfriend for calling her a bitch," Angelina added.

"I'm sorry! God!"

Angelina and Domi looked at each other again. "I'm not sure she means it," Domi said.

"No. Say it a little sweeter," and Angelina gave an extra hard slam into Dolly.

"Hnngg!" A sharp inhalation, and Dolly pushed a deliberate lilting voice out of herself, "I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Good girl," and at last Dominique fed Dolly her cock. Angelina could see the blissed out expression on Dolly's face, delicious.

"Oooh, does she like being fucked on both sides?" Angelina teased.

Dolly nodded; the motion seemed to bring Dominique pleasure, a loud gasp as her hand went down to the back of Dolly's head, she started thrusting into her mouth with more enthusiasm, "Ohhh fuck you're so good with that tongue ring," she murmured.

Dolly winked up at her; Angelina observed her cheeks compress to give strong suction, making Dominique's whole body shake. Oh it was gorgeous to watch her flesh jiggle, Angelina pulled herself up off Dolly's back so she could press her lips against Domi's. Their hands fell upon each other, Angelina groping Domi's breasts and rubbing thumbs over her nipples, making her moan into her mouth, while Domi's hands scratched down her back. It didn't take long before Domi's mouth fell away from hers, holding it wide and taut, eyes shut and neck tilted back, as she fucked hard into Dolly's mouth, muscles stiff, movements sharp and emphatic.

"AH! Ohhh..."

Sublime satisfaction, all the tightness flowed out in a series of thrusts, feeding her load to Dolly, who sucked it down, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. A heavy inhalation when Dominique pulled her cock out and laid down on the bed beside them.

"Fuck, you're good," Domi murmured, a lazy hand pawing Dolly's jaw.

"I know. Glad I could help. Um," she glanced up at Angelina, "look, could you get on your back? Just, wanna cum, think I can probably get myself there if I ride you."

"Yeah, sure," Angelina nodded, feeling dazed, she'd been so caught up in the spectacle of Domi's orgasm that she'd forgotten herself as a participant. As she lay down, "Sorry, I know I wasn't super focused there."

"Well, no." Dolly mounted Angelina with a leg on either side of her hips. "But it can be difficult to make someone cum without being able to touch their cock, I understand, it'll be easier if I just, hahhhh," she let her ass fall onto Angelina's dick, spearing herself deep, a wide-mouthed expression of bliss, "take the lead on this." She began rocking back and forth on Angelina's cock, an intoxicating tugging sensation, Angelina liked it immediately, impossible to hold still, she found herself fucking up into Dolly, hands stroking her firm thighs, feeling the muscles of them work, watching the gyrations of her hips and the bouncing of her caged little cock against her belly with rapt interest.

"Mmm," Dolly licked her lips, "you like how I'm fucking you?"

"Yes, yes," Angelina gushed.

A strange intense look in Dolly's eyes, her hands stroked up Angelina's belly toward her breasts. "It's been a while since I had a girl lying beneath me, just overwhelmed by me fucking them," she murmured.

Her fingers gripped Angelina's nipples, and twisted hard. "OW!"

A cold smile. "I used to like to make them squeal."

Angelina could make out Domi's voice to the side, "Hey, Dolly," a warning tone, but Dolly didn't seem deterred, sadistic fire in her eyes. Only thing Angelina could think to do was reach up and squeeze Dolly's nipples back, as hard as she could.

"AH!" Dolly twisted her spine to give herself to the touch. "THAT'S more like it, fuck." Mercifully, her hands left Angelina's nipples to touch herself, one hand stroking her balls while she massaged her pubic area with the knuckles of her other. "Don't you dare stop squeezing," she hissed through clenched teeth. Hard to maintain the grip as Dolly started to bounce on her cock with a violent ferocity, grunting and thrashing. But Angelina managed to hold on, watching Dolly work, fascinated by the desperation in her movements. She gave the nipples a sharp twist.

"AH!"

"You like that?" Angelina asked, then added, "You mean little bitch."

A deep, guttural, "Yeahhh!"

"You're getting just what you deserve, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Rrrrragh! HAH! Ahhh..." Little droplets of semen burst out of the cage, littering Angelina's belly. The bouncing ceased, Dolly was sitting on Angelina's cock, holding it deep, twisting all the desperation from her frame, savoring the sensation.

When it was finished, Angelina released Dolly's nipples, and laid beneath her a while, just watching her breathe. It was a little while before Dolly raised her eyebrows. "Well? Don't you wanna cum? Whatcha gonna do with me?"

"Eh," Angelina shrugged, "aren't you finished?"

Dolly smirked. "I thought you watched our videos. Rose doesn't let me stop after I cum, it's her favorite thing to keep going. At this point my body's anticipating more roughness. So tell me," she started gyrating her hips again, giving that blessed friction to Angelina's cock, "if you could do anything you want with me, what would you do? Because you can, fucking debase me, abuse me, whatever."

No reply, Angelina just lay enjoying the sensation.

Performative pouty frown on Dolly's face. "C'mon, I know you're pretty subby, but you gotta have some fire in you, right? Or do you not? Just gonna lie there your whole life and let people step on you? That's why Rose liked you, by the way, because she knew you were someone she could bend to her will. Easy when you've got no spine."

"I don't like this." Angelina heard her voice come out as a whine, goddammit. She could tell that Dolly was trying to bait her into some aggression, but this didn't make her want to lash out, just made her feel small and scummy.

"Well, do something about it." Maddening smug expression. Punchable, one could call it.

Fine then. Angelina sat up so she could wrap her hands around Dolly's throat and squeeze. Felt weird to do this, felt bad, except... no. There was an electric satisfaction in feeling the throat throb in her grip, watching Dolly's cheeks turn red. That same sadistic spark she'd felt when she'd been dominant with Ryan, and with that boy Rose had made her fuck, only the sadism was burning stronger, less inhibited. "That shut you up, huh?" Angelina hissed. "Get on the bed, on your belly."

She released Dolly's throat; Dolly had an appreciative, lust-drunk grin on her face. "Yes Mistress."

Dolly lay on her belly, and Angelina descended on her, feeling the fire flowing through her, rough savage fucking, Dolly was whimpering beneath her, delicious, Angelina gripped two fistfuls of her hair, twisting, snarling, wanting to see Dolly's eyes well with tears. No luck, so she released her, choosing instead to scratch and bite at her body. "You're such an asshole," she growled, "maybe you wanna feel like a big strong man but you're not, you're a weak little girl and I'm so much bigger than you."

"Ohhh, fuck me," Dolly whimpered.

Every thrust felt like an act of violence, and the violence felt good, felt like power, she put her teeth against Dolly's shoulder, like Rose had done to her, and bit down, hard, animal desire to taste blood. Some tender girlish yelp out of Dolly hit her ears and orgasm became inevitable, manic rutting until at last the first release shot out of her, and the next, and she felt her legs start to shake, and she felt the satisfaction flood down from her head to bathe the rest of her body.

For a few moments there was nothing except the feeling of closeness with Dolly, but she remembered having that same feeling toward that boy she'd fucked with Rose, and that had been false. At once she felt a stale quiver of dread at the beast she'd become. "Was that okay? Was that good?"

Dolly shifted to stretch her spine, getting her arms up over her head. "Adequate. It was cute to see you trying so hard to be a monster."

Oh. Right. Dolly was accustomed to a top-shelf monster, to her this must've seemed like a silly little performance. "Okay."

"Could you pull your cock out? My hole could use a break."

"Yeah, yeah." Angelina rolled off of Dolly, her body nestling between her and Dominique. "So, did you like the show Domi?" Angelina asked, and when she heard no reply she gave a nudge.

"Muh?" Vague stirring; she'd fallen asleep, deep enough that she resettled a moment later.

"Aw, she missed your adorable monster impression," came Dolly's teasing voice.

"I guess. She'll see it later. The new and improved version."

They lay together in silence for a while. "I'll probably fall asleep here, if that's okay," Dolly said. "Actually, um, were you gonna go back to your bed or--"

"No, we kinda just fall asleep together in whichever bed we've been playing in," Angelina said.

"Cool. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed?" She didn't wait for a reply before moving toward the other bed, but Angelina didn't mind. "It's been a while since I had a bed to myself," Dolly said as she flopped onto the mattress, spreading her arms wide over the expanse of the bed, savoring the open space.

"Uh, so what if Iris messages you?" Angelina asked.

"I've got my phone's sound on, and the phone's right next to my ear just so I definitely hear it. If I hear nothing, maybe she stayed out all night, or... I don't know. I'll get myself out of here in the morning regardless. Figure something out, heh."

Angelina nodded, thick clump of dread in her belly, her gaze flickered down, away from the quiet despair in Dolly's eyes, and landed on the bright pop of pink from Dolly's cock cage. "So, uh, is it uncomfortable to sleep in the, you know, chastity thing?" She felt silly talking about it, but maybe it'd lighten the mood to change the subject.

Dolly shrugged. "Not really. I'm very accustomed to it by now."

"Alright. Why do you like having it on so much, though? I've never quite seen the appeal."

"Makes me feel more feminine," Dolly replied. "Can't have a big hard cock, just a big overgrown clitty dangling there, y'know?"

"I guess." Angelina let this information roll around in her head. "Obviously, like, I'm not the girliest person ever, but I don't really think of my penis as making me, like, less feminine."

Dolly gave one of her condescending scoffs. "It definitionally makes you less feminine. Closer to being a man, further from a real woman, right?"

Okay then. That mostly didn't bother her. Mostly just made her feel glad she didn't see herself the way Dolly did. Mostly able to shrug off Dolly's rudeness, mostly didn't feel an urge to argue about it. Mostly.

Deep breath. Debate was unlikely to move the needle. Approach with curiosity. "Do you want a vagina?" she asked.

A few thoughtful moments, and all at once Dolly's face lit up with an epiphanic smile. "Yeah. Maybe. I think..." breathy little laugh. "I haven't really been able to think about it, you know? Rose would never let me... but I don't have to care what she thinks anymore, I really fuckin' don't. I can literally go out there and do anything, any fucking thing I want."

"You can," Angelina said, nodding, a slight smile on her lips, happy for Dolly even as she felt sad at how alienated from herself and her own desires Dolly had been for so long.

"And, like, if I had a vagina... I dunno. It'd be more real, I guess. Like, doesn't matter what anyone thinks, I'd literally not be a fucking man anymore, haha." She pressed her thighs together, tucking her caged cock between them. "Just nothing down there, forever." She turned her eyes back toward Angelina. "I am sorry for being an asshole. It comes very easily to me, I don't know. Do you think," she hesitated. "Like, testosterone is linked to aggression, right, if I had way lower testosterone, like from having no testicles for example, maybe I'd find it easier to..."

"Maybe," Angelina said. "But I guess I don't think you should wait around hoping some sort of, like, chemical change will solve all your problems. Like, it might make it easier, but you've still gotta build the habit of being kinder, you know?"

"Yeah," said Dolly. "Yeah."

Angelina rested her head against Dominique's shoulder, ready to drift off toward sleep, but, "Wait, goddammit, I should bring Ryan back up here."

"I mean," Dolly shrugged, "he's supposed to be playing lookout, right? Maybe he should just stay down there."

"I dunno. Seems mean to make him sleep out there all night. I'm gonna get him."

"Alright," Dolly dragged herself from the bed, "then I guess I'd better put clothes on."

Downstairs, Angelina found Ryan dozing in an armchair in the common room. "Hey," she said, shaking his shoulder, "wanna come upstairs? Share the bed with Domi and me?"

"Myeah, yeah," he muttered, yawning as he got on his feet. "Rose didn't show up."

"Well, that's good," Angelina put an arm around him, walking him toward the stairwell.

"I guess."

"I hope you didn't feel left out tonight," Angelina added. "Dolly just, you know, needed some, uh, affection."

"Oh. Didn't really think about it. I had a lot of fun today already. Like, a lot," and he grinned up at her.

"Good, good."

"So you girls just do anything with anyone, huh?" His voice was nonjudgmental, it took a moment to occur to her that if Dolly said the same thing it'd come out as rude.

"Well, only with people we think are pretty," and she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"That's cool. So, if I got a girlfriend, I could still, you know, do stuff with you guys?"

"I'm fine with that. But your girlfriend might not be, so you should talk to her about that."

"Right right. I dunno. Never thought I'd do anything like this. I like it."

They fell asleep together in a pile with Dominique, until being awoken around sunrise by the sound of, "I like big BUTTS and I cannot lie--"

"Haha, I forgot that was my ringtone," that was Dolly's voice.

"What the fuck," Domi grumbled, "turn that shit off."

Dolly fumbled for her phone and stopped the song. "Oh. Okay. Iris says Rose didn't come home last night," she said. She sat silent for a few moments. "Well. I guess I'd better... like, I should take advantage of the situation." She sat silent for a few more moments. "Yup, better go." At once she was up, hurried movements as she got her shoes back on. She lingered near Dominique's bed for a while. "Well. Thanks for letting me spend the night here. Um," hand behind her head, "bye."

Dominique emerged from the mattress to wrap arms around Dolly. "Oh no, you're not leaving without a hug, come on."

Angelina was still too groggy to sit up for a hug, but she reached out and caught Dolly's hand to squeeze it.

Begrudging smile on Dolly's face. "Well, thanks."

"Let me know what you're doing," Dominique added. "Let me know when you're safe."

"I will, yeah. Alright, gonna go now," and she slipped away out the door.

Angelina and Dominique resettled against each other. Comfortable this way, but the feeling of dread hung in the air. Dolly herself didn't seem to have much of a plan, hard to imagine a way this would go well.

Such a short walk back to Sodom House. Surreal to be back here, feel how familiar it was, the sound of Ganza snoring on the couch. Dolly lingered in the kitchen, hand on the cutlery drawer. She couldn't know that Rose was, at that moment, walking back to the house.

But she pulled one of the larger steak knives out of the drawer, just in case. She spent a while holding it in her hand, acclimating to how it felt, then tucked it into her waistband.

Back in the entryway, she opened the door to the stairwell, heart fluttering in her chest.

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To Be Continued