LGBT CNC: Sissy is Forced

CNC Trigger Warning

Luke arranges a consentual home invasion for Sissy, but the three perpetrators don't understand the rules, and Sissy is forced to satisfy their wants.

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The doorbell rings, so I drag myself away from the boring TV show I'm watching. Luke is way for work, so I'm just wearing "day" clothes, jeans and a shirt, boy stuff.

"Hello," I say to a woman and two men on my doorstep. The woman is attractive and has her arm over the shoulder of a big guy who I assume is with her. The other guy I immediately take a dislike to, he seems off. And I'm not wrong: he walks at me, and pushes me back, "Inside now!" It takes me by surprise, off balance I stumble a couple of steps backwards into the hall. The women follows, "Hi I'm Lisa," her man comes in last and closes the door, I notice he is carrying a black holdall, which he dumps on the floor; he stands behind me.

Having pushed me inside, the lead--Shortarse would be the only way to describe him--holds up an envelope and baps it into my nose. Bam. Then I remember.

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I remember Luke telling me, "while I am away, I'm going to arrange a little surprise present for you babe." We were snuggled on the sofa. I was wearing navy, elastic boxer length shorts and matching bralette top. His hand rests around my naked waist. Luke had tucked a blanket around my shoulders, I felt cosy and safe, not least because at the time I was in cage, which always makes me feel controlled and relaxed. "My poker friends will come round, I told them that you are a bit of a slut, they can be rowdy but you don't have to do anything you don't want to. They will give you a note from me so you know it's them, with a safe word."

"Ok thank you, I'll look forward to it," I'm always nervous to meet strangers but I will be missing Luke and it's lovely of him to think of me.

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Now, in my hallway I take the envelope.

It read, "I told them that they could do whatever the want with you. Luke x". Confused I turned it over. Blank.

"Where's the safeword?" I asked.

"What safeword?" grinned Shortarse.

"There's supposed to be a safeword in the note."

"Oh deary dear, is there, well, never mind, we'll give you what we know you want, now be a good boy and dress up for me, I want a ride in that sweet pussy of yours." He walked up close, and puckered his lips, making a kissy sound before turning away giggling. I didn't like him; nasty little twat; I wanted Shortarse out.

"I'm not dressing up for you, or any of you."

The woman mimicked me, putting on a whiney annoying voice, "I'm not dressing up for any of you." She paused, and produced a riding crop from the holdall, "We'll see." I felt the big guy's hand on my shoulder, I flapped it off. But suddenly his other hand was entwined and gripping my hair. Holding me up like a doll.

"Let, the fuck, go." I demanded.

CRACK, "eaooow," I screamed as Lisa's crop snapped across the back of my left hand, "the fuck!"

"Be, a, good, girl." she said then turned to Shortarse, "Pick something out for her. Find the bedroom." Shortarse grinned and went searching.

"Get out of my house," I pleaded. But she ignored me and strutted past me, I heard the sound of her smooching the big guy, and his hand pulled my hair more tightly so I was less inclined to try and escape. I guessed he was her Bull.

She returned to my view. With one hand she started to undo my buttons. "Nah ah," she said as I finched, and brought the tip of the crop, gently, against my face. "Will you be a good boy for me?"

I stood silently.

Deftly, she swept the crop away from my face, and cracked once more on my hand, the pain was short, sharp and intense, but I tried to remain defiant.

She took advantage of the pause to fetch some cuffs, which she proceeded to use to shackle my ankles together.

"Will you be good? Say: yes Lisa you may undress me." For good measure she stung my hand once more.

To avoid more pain, I capitulated, "Yes Lisa you may undress me."

My feet were shackled but my hands were free, even so I let her undo my buttons this time. Once finished she brushed her hand into my shirt, softly against my shoulder, easing the cloth away and uncovering my body. The shirt was drawn down my back trapping my arms. The Bull used his spare hand to twist the material, and trap me. Trapped between his powerful hands and my cuffed ankles, I felt weak, I felt vulnerable.

Lisa released my ankles and put the cuffs on my hands, behind my back. Undoing my belt and fly, gravity dropped my trousers and briefs to the floor, I was naked now. Lisa took a long look at my boi clit, shaved smooth. "Cute". Then she dropped and tied two separate ropes to my ankles, but then tied them together, "There, you can't run, but you can shuffle to the bedroom." She picked up the holdall, "Let's go." I follow, obediently, I have little choice. The Bull guides me as I shuffle along naked and bound.

In the bedroom Shortarse looked pleased with himself. He has laid out a bra, knicker and suspender set, and my cute pink babydoll nightie; both clichés--which of course I had chosen, but I hold it against him anyway, prick.

"Babydoll," says Lisa, "easier to fuck and we only need to undo it's hands to put it on."

It? So I'm an object now?

As if sensing my internal defiance Lisa strikes me with the crop across my ass cheek. Then does it again. Pausing, and striking a third time, "This is the punishment, it will continue for as long as you misbehave while you dress, understand?"

"Yes Lisa."

The Bull unlocks my wrists, "raise your arms." I obey. Shortarse is already waiting with the babydoll, holding it open ready for me to slip in. It feels silky smooth on my hands, and slides down my arms, I wiggle my head through. My shoulders catch the thin straps and the smooth pink satin falls gently over my torso, hiding my ass and cock, touching them softly. It feels nice to be less exposed, and to be wearing something pretty against my skin.

Shortarse strokes down my side, and lifts the bottom hem an inch, "Nice, very nice." I don't feel flattered. "Put this on," he says handing me a pink dog collar, "Hair and makeup, slut."

Might as well match so I go: pink bob wig, dark pink lippy. I check myself in the mirror, and I'm surprised how hot I look, it's no wonder Shortarse is so excited.

I'm led to the side of the bed, and the cuffs go on again behind my back.

"Kneal." Crack, the crop again. I kneal obey to avoid another hit, and Lisa pushes me forward so my face buries into the mattress, as I kneal on the floor. The Bull and Shortarse untie the knot joining the two ropes attached to my ankles. They lead the two ropes off in opposite directions, and tie them to the feet of the bed. Now I can't close my legs or move. Just to make sure, from the holdall, they retrieve a an 18 inch brace of wood with cuffs, which they shackle to my knees. There is fuck all I can do now, the Bull was stronger than me in the first place, now I'm in bondage, and there are three against me, planted half on the bed: face down, kneeling on the floor, ass on offer.

Then I hear the buzz, a vibrator or something like it. Shortarse sniggers, "maybe you're gonna like this sissy." He's behind me and the device touches my balls, I think it's a wand, another toy from their bag. I feel the round head, probing my scrotum. It's a distraction, I let myself focus on it.

Lisa climbs on the bed and slids off her panties, she's holding a dildo, and plays it over her pussy, moving so I'm between her legs. Our eyes meet; she offers the damp dildo to me; I open my mouth and she slides it in, her taste fills my senses. As she withdraws the dildo I suck hard resisting her slightly. Once freed, she holds it close to my lips, and I reach to kiss it's cockhead. Our eyes stay locked together the whole time.

"Mmmmh my man is going to fuck you sissy, until you want him to make you cum, but he won't, even if you beg, because only I get to cum riding Daddy's dick. Frankly I can't wait to take him home again and cum so much on his thick dick." She pushes the dildo into her pussy, inches away from my face.

Shortarse slowly starts teasing my boi clit, the Bull's hand touches between my cheeks, it feels gooey, he is lubing me up. His fingers probe my hole, my slut hole. I don't want to get fucked, but I can't escape. I focus on the tingling sensation around my cock, and try to ignore the Bull as he undoes his fly, and drops his pants.

Clumsily he finds my hole, and enters me, I push back, I want him to finish quickly, but he is big, and my p-spot is getting hit. The wand is stimulating me too and the big cock feels good, I think about Luke, which feels so good, he loves me in pink, I'm such a slut for him, I wish he was here, in me, using my holes, thinking about Luke lifts me. The cock inside me feels better too, I hate that the three of them are just using me, but my pussy loves cock so much. I push back feeling it go deep inside, "Mmmh", escapes from me.

"Yes my bitch," the Bull encourages me, his hands on me, sensuously, sometimes over the babydoll and sometimes under stroking my skin.

"Fuck her deep babe," says Lisa riding her dildo to the rhythm I set.

"No I don't want this." I say but I can't escape and I can't help feeling the pleasure building around my p-spot. The Bull grinds faster.

Shortarse has the wand on my cockhead, and I realise how hard I am, they're turning me into their bitch. I can't resist the climax, the Bull has defeated me. I'm aching to cum for him. But suddenly the Bull pulls out. I was so close, it almost feels like a ruined orgasm, I want cock again, I want more.

Lisa jumps up and dresses again, then gets her phone and starts filming me, "Beg you little sissy slut."

I don't but Shortarse has moved into my vulnerable position; my open legs, nothing between him and the pleasure of my ass pussy. He can take me at his will. And he does, pushing into me, his 4" dicklette taking my cunt. He is so hard and excited, even with his tiny tool he is hitting my p-spot, where the Bull left me, he will soon finish me, I don't want him to get that satisfaction.

In my mind's eye I flash back to the Bull minutes ago, how big and beautiful his cock felt inside my ass. The memory of the smell of Lisa's cunt, so close, floods back into my greedy mouth and nose, my slutty behaviour reminds me what a useless whore I am.

To my shame the pleasure builds around the dicklette railing my hole. My pussy betrays me, and the spasms begin.

"The bitch is cumming," laughs the Bull, "couldn't get enough of Daddy's dick."

Shortarse is thrusting harder, his hips slap my butt as he tries to go as deep as he can with his pathetic cock. "Cum for me slut, feel it and give in, enjoy it, You're mine now, on camera, my personal video whore."

The second surge is bigger, a messy rope pumps out of my clit, giving me away, they made me cum, it's so embarrassing, Shortarse's cock triggering my hole, the humiliation, so humiliating. Tears burst from my eyes. Why am i like this? Another wave of pleasure runs across me, more fluid flows out of me and runs down the side of the bed.

"Yeah baby girl, take it, it's what you wanted all along," he tauntes me. I sense his stiffness, then he is cumming too. The humiliation of sharing his orgasm, he is in delight filling me with his seed. I am frozen, my spasms obediently in sync with his. Used. Broken. Unable to fight any more. I give in to the mattress, exhausted.

Shortarse groans, and the pumping stops, he pulls out satisfied. The three of them release me and clear up quickly, and soon everything they brought is in the holdall. I hear them leaving through the front door laughing. When it closes silence, relief. I'm on the bed, curled on my side, eventually, I reach for tissue and wipe the stickiness around my hole. When I get up to throw it away I notice a towel on the floor where my knees were, it has puddles of my cum on it. I suppose I'm grateful it's not on the floor. I bin the tissue and put the towel in the washing machine, my sissy lifestyle chores oddly reassuring.

After a shower I notice an envelope and parcel, on the side.

"I hope you were a good girl, and did everything they asked, of course i know you did. I own you, I'm so proud of you. Enjoy the parcel. Luke x"

In the box were a new lingerie set, a pack of coffee, chocolate, and strong mints. I put the kettle on, the strong taste of coffee would be good.

I text Luke. "Thank You Handsome, i can't wait for You to get home. Yes, You own me... always xox."

"Always!"

Thinking about trying on the lingerie, I sip my coffee, "Mmmh," it tastes good and warms me. I text again, "i was a good girl, i never said stop, You truly own me. x"

"Good sissy."