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Hi all! Sorry for the delay. I'll be publishing more parts again after a taking short break. I've decided to bundle multiple chapters into this (and future parts) to keep the story flowing and get closer to the conclusion; which should happen in around two more installments.
For those who want to jump in without reading all those previous parts, I've decided to include a quick recap:
The Ritual follows Alex, a man in his late twenties who appears to have a stable three year relationship with his girlfriend, Lena. Beneath the surface, Alex struggles with a porn addiction that draws him to an online community practicing 'sex magik,' an esoteric ritual promising to transform men into a softer, more feminine version of themselves. Intrigued, and believing the ritual to be playacting, Alex is pulled in by Damien who convinces him to attend the ritual crossdressed as a feminine alter-ego named Alexis. Through a series of renouncements and sexual acts with Damien, Alex believes he has been imbued with the ritual's promise of becoming Alexis. Though doubt lingers. The next day, toying with guilt having cheated, he is unable to perform sexually with Lena. Though is unsure if this is the ritual's effects or his own guilt. A distraught Alex vows to confront Damien that night, hoping to reverse the ritual. This part continues from there.
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Chapter Six: Deedee
The railing to the stairs leading to Damien's apartment is cold against my palm. Biting at me, but necessary to keep me upright, because my legs are shaking with each step up. Beneath my clothes, I'm dressed how he instructed once again, the Alexis he's imposed against me and somehow made me think I've wanted this. Wouldn't see me as Alex he said, and so here I am, crossdressed.
But I'm not here for another ritual, or sex with the man who broke me last night. I'm here for answers, and as I ascend another step to his sixth floor apartment, the wood creaking beneath my stiletto, in my mind I go over what I'm planning to say. The perfect script to extract every last detail I need.
I'm going to demand he reverse the ritual; yes! Demand he get rid of these thoughts of Alexis plaguing me, making me think I'm a woman. And most important of all, I'll demand he make me feel again, to get hard, to be able to love Lena the way she needs to be loved by me.
Cheating on her was a mistake. I knew it was a mistake when I went through with this, but now I'm certain of it; I was an idiot. My judgement is no longer clouded by horniness or curiosity though, I've already crossed that threshold and now I want to go back. Back to being a man. Back to being normal. Back to...
I'm out of breath.
Fuck.
My heels brush against the carpeting of the top floor, reminding me of the excruciating burn in my ankles as I lean against the wall where I rest for a moment. The fractured yellowed plaster reeks of cigarette smoke, but it holds me in place. And it's there on the far end of the hallway that I see his door, beckoning towards me. It's late (close to midnight like he instructed) and I don't want to waste anymore time being here in this dingy apartment building. So I wipe away at the sweat from my forehead beneath the hoodie, and keep moving.
That same door from yesterday, leading to the apartment in which I broke, got fragmented, left to wonder who or what I am, calls to me as I step closer towards it. And as I knock on the door, rasping against the white lettering of '6F' peeling against the wood, I settle my ragged breathing.
The lingerie beneath my hoodie and jeans are digging into me and makes me itch. The lace of the panties, the bra against my chest; I wish I could rip the two off me! But I can't, not yet at least. Have to hold out just a little while longer.
Lena's heels on my feet once more sink into the carpeting beneath me, pulling me down. My wig, brunette and increasingly tangled is covered by the hood of the sweater. And I half-assed the makeup; lipstick, eyeshadow and a quick patter of powder. Because the honest truth is, I didn't come here to repeat last nights adventure, the one where he used me and made me renounce things while he broke me.
Used my mouth, used my... I don't even want to think about it.
I clench my fists, ready for a fight, ready to tear into Damien, and as the latch of the door clicks, my nails dig deeper into my palms. I suck in a deep intake of air and get ready to verbally unload on the man, but something else happens.
Something my script didn't plan for.
My eyes blink. Confused.
When the door jars open ever so slightly with a creak of the hinge, it's not Damien I see. There's a soft, solemn face in the crack of the door, a woman's face, maybe in her late-twenties or older and she stares at me.
"Yes?"
I take a step back, my ankle sending a bolt of fire up my leg, and look at the frame of the door once again.
'6F' stares right back at me, still peeling and worn to hell.
This is definitely Damien's apartment. I haven't imagined it. He told me to be here at midnight. I've done what he asked. Followed, obedient as ever.
What the fuck is going on?
"Umm..." I start. "I'm looking for Damien."
My voice comes out shaky and unsure.
The woman's expression shifts, and she now looks at me with an intense burn in her green eyes. I could swear they're glinting in the dark confines of the apartment, and then, she swings the door open, fully revealing herself.
Standing at least six foot two, or maybe even four inches, the woman crosses her legs in front of me and leans against the door with a thud. She's wearing thigh-high leather platformed boots, and as I scan my eyes up her legs, I see she's wearing what looks to be black latex leggings. Accentuating thick and powerful thighs. A white crop top hugs her torso too, and her breasts look swollen beneath the taut fabric, threatening to burst at the seams.
She raises her precisely plucked arched brow at me, and swings her long black hair behind her shoulder. Squinting at me. She's beautiful; I don't think I've ever seen a woman quite like this before in my life. At least, not in the real world.
Lena is beautiful, and I love her to bits, but this woman, she's something else. Something dangerous.
"Hmmm... oh!" she exclaims after peering at my face shrouded beneath the hoodie. "I know you!"
"You do?" I say, startled. I've never seen this woman in my life.
"Yeah, I know you alright. You're Alexis, aren't you?"
I stumble backwards, a step or two. Ready to run and feeling as though I've been caught in a lie. But she smiles, soft, an invitation not to be concerned.
I came here ready for a fight with Damien, not to be greeted by some amazonian woman, and I'm taken aback by the whole encounter.
How does she know me?
She clears her throat, snapping my stare. Somehow my eyes drifted down to her chest, then lower to her legs, and the woman speaks slow again with a sweet melodic voice, almost seductive.
"Damien's a little late. I'm his friend. Why don't you come in, instead of standing out in that hallway?"
She rubs the frame of the door with her hand, scratching the wood ever so slightly with her nails.
Her eyes glint again with a mischievous look, and I think about turning down the offer. Something tells me this is a trap; why would Damien be away when he told me to come at this specific time? But there's also something about her gaze that holds me and pulls me closer too, and so I don't refuse. Besides, I don't want to come here again, to Bushwick, to this apartment, this reminder of all my fucked up mistakes.
So I agree. Before anyone can see me standing in the hallway, lingering with my cheap wig and even cheaper makeup.
I cross the threshold once more, into Damien's apartment, and as I enter the woman closes the door behind me, standing tall and imposing next to me. She looks me over with a smile tugging at her pursed lips, and I can't read the expression at all.
"Follow me," she says quietly, as if she doesn't want anyone to hear even though it's just us.
Her boots thud down the hallway as she moves into Damien's apartment, and I can't help stare at her as she sways. Her ass is literally perfect, round and plump with curvaceous hips, and the sound of her latex leggings crinkle as she sways and moves further inside.
The red light is no longer on. No salted circle, no candles. All remnants of a ritual from last night are completely erased, apart from the sigils etched permanent into the walls. And as she strides into the living room and plops down onto Damien's ragged couch, she calls out to me.
"Come here, Alexis."
I haven't moved from my spot, but she keeps beckoning me with persistence.
"I've been bored as hell waiting for that man. I could do with some company."
She pats the couch beside her, and I move deeper into the apartment, gulping nervously all the while, feeling like a fish that's been hooked onto bait and is being reeled in.
When I get closer, she lifts her toned legs, sleek and endless beneath the latex, and slams those boots onto the coffee table in front of her with a loud thud. And that's when I see it, strewn across the table next to her feet as if it's a prize waiting to be claimed.
Long, thin and outstretched, I see a piece of leather that looks as though its been used more often than a handful of times. And next to it, I see a leather circle--a collar. With a metal rounded O-ring which gleams in the low-light of the living room.
The outstretched lady smirks, flashing ivory teeth as she watches me take in the sight of the leash and collar.
"Are you just gonna stand there all day, Alexis?"
"How do you know that name?" I demand, not polite at all, pulling my eyes away from the table and back to her.
"Damien told me about you," the woman says to me, picking at her nails with mock boredom. "Told me about all the fun you had with him last night. So tell me, did you have fun... Alexis?"
She leans in and cradles her face within both her hands, glowing with excitement. Expectant to hear juicy sordid details.
I ignore her. I know exactly what she's trying to do.
"Who are you?"
The lady settles back into the couch, letting her long dark hair fall gracefully against her breasts beneath that white crop top. And it's only now that I notice she isn't wearing a bra, a decision that seems to be made to titillate on purpose.
"Oh... how rude of me. They call me Deedee."
"Who's they?"
"My friends," she says. "Do you want to be my friend, Alexis?"
And I'm gulping again, nervous all of a sudden as she chuckles to herself. Relishing in my anxious state. But I try to stay calm, grounded, focusing on my mission that brought me here tonight.
"I'm not here to make friends. Where's Damien?"
"I told you sweetheart, he's out. He'll be back. So why don't you sit with me."
Deedee pats the sofa again, rubbing the material with her long fingers, swirling circles against the fabric that makes me shiver. Her nails are long as hell, and they look like they could do serious harm, painted a deep black with pointed tips.
Her eyes hold onto mine.
"I promise I don't bite. Unless you want me to?"
Deedee flashes me a wider smirk, and her canines I swear are shining in the room.
The saliva in my mouth gets stuck in my throat as I attempt to swallow it down.
I try to pivot. Bury her advances.
"When is he coming back?"
"Oh you're so boring!" Deedee says with a huff. "I dunno. Could be an hour, two, maybe more. Maybe he won't show up at all. Are you sure you still want to stand there while you wait? This couch is very, very comfy," she teases.
Leaning over the coffee table, Deedee picks up the leather leash.
None of this makes sense.
"Why would he tell me to come at this time if he wasn't going to show up?"
She shrugs and fiddles with the leash, wrapping it around her hand.
"Maybe he's breaking another little girl, just like you. Another project."
I gasp.
"I'm not some fucking project!" I yelp, clenching my fists again.
"Ohhh, scary! So tell me, what are you, Alexis?"
"I'm a victim," I explain.
Deedee laughs, driving a dagger right through me. But I continue, undeterred.
"And my name is Alex, not Alexis."
This makes her laugh even harder. She struggles to keep composed enough to question me, but eventually she does, letting her laugh settle into an elongated squeal that pricks at me.
"Well you look like an Alexis, sweetheart. That's quite some nice makeup on your little face." Her lips twist into a mocking performative dance, that voice riding right along with it. "And tell me, how are you a victim? Did Damien force you to come here, did he force you to dress up like a little slut, did he force you to renounce all those nasty little things you said? Or... was that all you, baby?"
I stare at her, words failing to escape my mouth, and Deedee throws her head back and laughs again, a deep, grating cackle that makes my face flush with heat.
"You came back for more, didn't you? For your man!"
"No!" I yell at her.
"Then, explain to me, why are you here?"
"I came to speak to Damien, not you," I tell the the woman, defiant.
"Ohh, I know!" she says excitedly. "Why don't you practice on me? Pretend I'm Damien. Tell me all the mean things you wanna tell that big, big, awful man."
Deedee pouts her lips, mocking me, acting macho, as she lifts the leash to her beatific face and bites the leash between her teeth.
"Go on! Tell me, tell Deedee."
She scares me, on some deep level she scares the crap out of me despite her beauty, but I don't let it show. Don't want her to have that upper hand.
"I'm not playing your games, Deedee. I'll wait for Damien."
"How long can you wait for?"
"A long ass time," I say.
Deedee spits and releases the leather from her teeth, her canines leaving indents into the hard material as it dangles.
Her eyes flash a look of menace at me.
"Hmm, I wonder, Alexis. What happens if she calls while you're here?"
I stumble back, deeper into the hallway from where I came, further from the living room, recoiling from her words.
"What?"
"Your girlfriend. Lana... Laura... what was her name? Damien told me." She lifts her face up, holding a finger to her chin in thought, and I notice in that moment, really notice, how stunning she looks. Plump pink lips, high cheek bones, with those killer brows. Deedee could pass for a model, a cruel one sure, but a model nonetheless, and I'm praying she doesn't say her name as she searches for it in her mind.
She snaps her fingers suddenly, black nails long and dangerous, the leash between them.
"Lena!"
Now I'm sweating beneath my hoodie, and she claps with excitement.
"Lena, Lena, Lena! Tell me Alexis, what if she calls while you're waiting here? 'Oh, Alex'," she says, pouting her lips, imitating her voice. "'I had a bad dream and I need to talk to my big strong boyfriend. Why aren't you answering me, Alex?'"
"What if she video calls you instead!" Deedee proclaims with glee, swinging those long black legs to the ground, jumping to her feet.
She looks even taller than before.
Deedee begins to stride across the room, leash dragging along the floor in her hand, leather and metal catching on each seam of wood, closer, and closer to me.
"I'll try my best if she calls, but I can't promise I'll be able to stay quiet. Is that okay?"
Her eyes hone in on me, voice like silk dripping with a threat.
The boots come closer, the leash, all of it, all of her.
"Stay away from me!" I yell.
She stops, and huffs a bored exasperated breath of air.
"Not until you tell me what you want to say to Damien. I'll pass your message along, sweetie."
And she moves again, thudding closer. I'm transfixed by her beauty, unable to run, and within seconds she's inches away from me. Her perfume, scent, whatever it is I smell, flooding my nose as she brushes her breasts beneath that thin fabric against my chest.
"You can tell your friend Deedee."
I look up at her, and those green eyes are burning embers against my own. She leans in, her breath against my lips as she lifts her fingers to brush away my hoodie. I don't stop her, can't even if I tried. I'm frozen. And so it slips and falls off my head, revealing my painted face more fully to her.
"So pretty," she says, inspecting my face as if she's about to pounce on me. "Tell me."
I close my eyes. And she says it again.
"Tell your friend Deedee. What do you want to say to Damien?"
"I want him to reverse this," I blurt out.
"Reverse what?"
"The ritual. I want to love Lena. I don't want to have these feelings of Alexis anymore. I'm Alex. A man. Not a woman. I want to get hard again. To make love to my girlfriend, to get married someday, start a life with her."
I open my eyes and she's right there. Smiling.
"There, are you happy? I want Damien to reverse the ritual." I say again, desperate, willing to do anything.
Deedee looks at me for a moment, thinking, her dark hair long and falling against my shoulders, tangling with my fake wig. She leans in closer, her breath smelling of bubblegum and something else as she speaks.
"I don't think that's possible, Alexis."
"Why not?" I bark back.
"The ritual. This thing Damien does to confused little boys. It's a curse, baby. A real big curse."
"Bullshit!"
"There's no reversing the curse," she says wickedly.
"I don't believe you!"
"Oh, you don't?"
She steps back, cocking a hand onto her hip. The latex of her pants makes a rubbery squeak as she does so.
With some distance between us I can take her body in fully. She's built how ancient people used to sculpt those goddesses of fertility; curves in every perfect spot. Built for sex, and she knows it.
Deedee flicks her hair, and brings the leash up to her face. It's there between us, and the smell of the leather is pungent, making me recoil.
"How about a test, Alexis?"
"I didn't come here for a test. I came to talk to Damien."
Deedee scrunches her arched brows at me.
"Aww, you're no fun! You're not even a little curious?"
"Curiosity is what got me into this mess in the first place," I say to the woman, as she moves closer to me again.
"How do you know the curse can be reversed if you're not willing to test it?"
I'm perplexed, and so Deedee keeps going.
"You say the ritual isn't a curse, that it isn't real, that what I'm saying is bullshit. But my test will prove to you that it is real. And not reversible. Or..." she wraps the leash across her shoulders, letting it drape by her breasts. Her nipples are hard, and she catches me staring.
"Maybe it is reversible," Deedee whispers. "Maybe I'm just a big, bad, liar!"
"What's the test then?" I ask, and she bounces with joy on the spot, her black boots thudding louder and louder, those breasts heaving, and I try to look away, but can't.
"To see if you can reverse it, silly! To see if you're still a man deep down inside. To see if you can make love to your sweet little Lena."
I stare at her, confused, wanting to run. But I also know I'll never get an opportunity to face Damien again if I leave. Every time I sneak away to come here, my odds of getting caught increases. When I saw Lena earlier today, I swear her face was awash with a knowing; knew exactly what I've been up to. Only one slip is what's needed to lose her forever.
And I want not only to flip this ritual around, but to be done with this. Be done with Damien, done with coming to Bushwick, done with all this shit!
My phone is a burning fire in my pocket, and Deedee's manipulative threat that Lena might call while I'm here suddenly seems very plausible. And I definitely don't trust that this woman bouncing on the spot in front of me will be quiet if she calls.
Deedee looks at me, staring into my eyes, sensing her offer is working.
"Don't pout, Alexis. We can try reversing it together. Make you Alex again. Isn't that what you want? For Lena?"
I nod, begrudgingly. It's exactly what I want.
She leans forward and grabs my hand. Her grip is strong, alarmingly so, and she pulls me closer so that I'm flush against her body. Breasts pushing against my chest, lips breathing bubblegum tinged warmth on my face, and her latex-clad crotch pressed towards my very flaccid state downstairs.
What would Lena think if she saw me now? Crossdressed, standing in heels with a woman pressing her body against me.
I try to shake the thought away. I'm willing to do this for her, for us, aren't I?
"Do you see the collar on the table?" Deedee says, voice low, almost a whisper.
I nod, unable to speak, her scent all over me.
"Go grab it, and put it around your neck."
"I... I can't," I stammer.
"Yes you can! You want answers don't you? You wanna reverse this curse don't you? Do it."
I can't go through with it. Can't latch a collar around my neck--what am I, fucking insane? I barely know this woman, for all I know, she could be another one of Damien's accomplices. Breaking men for fun, confusing them the same way Damien confused me.
But as she keeps staring at me, her hands move to my chest, then down, slipping under my sweater and dragging those talons against my skin, causing my heart to beat harder.
She's the only other woman to have touched me this way since I've been with Lena, and I don't know how to feel about it.
I close my eyes.
I don't want to cheat on Lena, not again, but I also want to reverse this curse, more than anything. And I can't wait around forever for Damien to show up. Like Deedee said, maybe he won't even show up.
My eyes spring open.
And as if my feet are moving on their own, against my will I stumble away from her, those long nails against my skin slipping out from under my sweater as I move. But it's not towards the table.
Reason seeps through; I can't cheat on Lena. And so I begin to go back to the apartment door. Ready to attempt to figure this out on my own, but Deedee's playful voice narrates my attempt before I even make it to the door.
"What if you don't get hard?"
My feet stop moving, the heels settling on the hardwood in front of the door leading to safety.
"What if you never get hard?" she continues. I turn to face her. A smile tugging at her plump lips.
"How long will she last, Alexis? How long will Lena put up with your little, hmm, limp situation before she gets fed up? Leaves. Looks for a real man to take care of all her needs."
A real man? A real fucking man? I'll show Deedee who's a real man. And my heels move again. Defiant and filled with rage that slides up my legs and causes them to shake.
I blow past her, that beautiful wicked face swivelling as I keep moving.
When I settle in front of the table, the collar looks up at me, low and inviting, and I feel as though I may break in two. My mind screams at me to leave, to put this behind me. I'll get hard eventually. There's no such thing as a curse. But another voice tells me to try, to at least make an attempt. Take Deedee's test, get rid of this ritual imprinted on me.
So I reach out, and grab the collar. It's heavy, built of solid leather, and the metal O-ring makes a grating noise as it scratches against the wood of the table. I hold it up to my face. The smell is powerful, that distinct leather smell, and when I turn around to look at Deedee I see her smiling gleefully, goading me on.
"Go on. Put it on, Alexis. You wanna fight for Alex, for Lena, don't you?"
I turn away, looking back at the collar, and unclasp the buckle. Fingers moving on their own; perhaps the remnants of the ritual, the feminine inside me. A voice in my head fights with me, telling me to put it down, leave it on the table and leave this place all together. Not to put myself in the hands of this beautiful seductress.
But I can't stop.
The collar wraps around my neck. The O-ring cold against my throat as I fumble to lock the buckle in place at my nape. My fingers are shaking, but I get it eventually, and when I finally do, I turn around to see Deedee right there. Inches away from me.
Click.
Her hand is at my throat.
I glance down, and when I look, I see her fingers are wrapped around the O-ring. The leash, also in her hand, latched to the metal.
Deedee tugs the leash and the pull makes my breath hitch as I stumble forward against my will, heels clattering as I crash against her. By instinct I put up my hands to brace myself, but all I feel are breasts. Large, round, and heaving.
She's hard yet soft at the same time. Built and sculpted for one true purpose, and it's a vow that's waiting to consume me.
"Good job!" she beams, looking down at me.
I gulp, unable to escape now even if I tried. I remove my hands from her chest, but it's too late, she knows she has me right where she wants me.
Those canines are shining again, green eyes glinting as her face is right there, inches from my own.
"Now..." Deedee says, those plump lips parting open. "Let's see if we can reverse this little curse of yours."
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Chapter Seven: Transformation
I'm pulled into the room, trailing behind Deedee as she yanks the leash tighter around her hand. My throat gets choked as I watch her move, eyes scanning from top to bottom.
Concave like an hourglass her body and height is staggering, those shoulders so broad and powerful, back built of solid muscle, tapering down to a slim waist, and those incredible thighs from behind, connected to that round peach encased in latex. I try to imagine what it would feel like, to grab it, squeeze it between my fingers. The mixture of latex and flesh, plump and rubbery all at once. But then I question why I'm thinking about this at all? Why am I thinking about this woman's ass? I realize that Deedee is an amalgamation of all my favorites in porn, my addiction bleeding over into the real-world; brunettes, latex, big asses... she's the total package.
But I remind myself why I came here. Mentally slapping at my dumb brain. The part of Alex still alive.
Though I can't stop staring at her. Wondering what she has in store for me, half scared and curious at the same time.
Then Deedee settles, and pivots around in her platformed boots to face me with one quick graceful swivel, letting the leash turn slack ever so slightly.
I look down and notice where I am. Back in the circle, the salted one Damien broke me in last night. There's no salt tonight but I can still see the outline imprinted into the floorboards, and I let out a soft whimper.
"I'm not going to cheat on Lena again," I choke out to Deedee, moving my eyes back to her as she strides, ever so poised closer to me.
"Who said anything about cheating?"
Her voice is sweet and melodic, tasting my fear and intensifying arousal.
She widens her green eyes at me, fluttering those long lashes, raising her arched brows, and I feel as if I may melt under her gaze.
Her lips brush against my ear and she whispers a cold shivering breath down my whole body.
"Take off your pants, Alexis."
"I..." stuttering, the words are hard to get out. "Can't. I can't cheat."
"I'm not going to touch you, little girl. As much as you want me to. No... this is a part of your test."
And she pulls away from me, grasping the leash tighter around her fist, reminding me that the collar means I've submitted control to her.
I don't trust her, but I also know I have no choice. Not now. A part of me regrets putting this fucking collar around my neck.
My fingers move to my jeans.
The belt clicking metallic as I unbuckle it and the pants around my waist grows loose. I hook my thumbs into the waistband, and begin to slowly shimmy them down.
Deedee looks on, watching me stand there encased in my lace panties as the jeans plop to the floor, and I swear I see her bite her plump pink lip for a moment.
"Cute panties! Those should come off too."
"Deedee..."
"Do it, Alexis. Don't be shy. I can close my eyes if you want?"
She raises her hands, those long fingers covering her eyes, then splits two fingers apart so that I can see one green pupil, and she flashes me a wink, laughing a soft chuckle.
I feel as if I'm being toyed and played with by some big cat. A predator just waiting to eat me up when it's done torturing its prey.
But time is running out, thoughts of Lena catching me here fills my mind, and so I listen, obey, and start to tug my panties down.
As they slide off and away from my groin, I'm completely flaccid, a dead weight, only a few inches dangling between my shaved and smooth thighs, and Deedee takes it in, smiling all the while.
"Oh wow! What a cute little button!" she screams with delight, clasping her hands together.
Why the fuck am I doing this? I tell myself.
"This was a mistake." And I grab the panties, trying desperately to hike them back up.
But Deedee pulls the leash and I go flying, crashing into her once more, though this time I'm half-naked. The panties are still around my thighs and she lifts her latex clad leg, bringing her knee up high. Then she shoves the platformed boot between my thighs, and presses down on the panties until they hit the floor with the thud of her boot.
"We haven't even started the test yet! So eager to run away?" she pouts, feigning disappointment.
I've lost what little control I thought I had.
Deedee has me pinned, dragging the leash high into the air as her face presses closer to me, standing there, half naked with my flaccid dick.
"Let me test you, baby."
I gulp, the saliva getting caught by the collar pulling flush against my chin.
"Trust your friend, Deedee. I'll be your big D and you can be my little e-e-eee," she squeals.
I stare at her wide eyed. "You're fucking crazy."
And she throws her head back in a roar of laughter, letting it bounce around the walls until it settles into a sadistic little squeak.
"Hmmm..." she mutters, looking at me.
"What?"
"You look so helpless," she says, matter-of-factly. "Do you like giving up control?"
I try to turn my head away from her, but she yanks the leash back around, forcing me to face her.
"Answer me, Alexis."
"Maybe," I choke out.
She looks at me, feeling victorious, then grabs my hand and shoves it flush against her midriff. Her skin is soft, so smooth, and I feel something stir within me.
"Do you still feel like a man? Or are you just pretending to be Alex?"
"I am Alex!"
"Then prove it to me. Take off my top."
She releases my hand and I'm left touching her. Another woman. I've never touched another woman since being with Lena. Damien was something else--a man; rough, hairy, not like this.
I don't want to cheat on Lena again. But I also feel like Deedee is questioning my masculinity, my manhood, and that's the whole point of this test. Isn't it? To prove the ritual can be reversed, that I'm not forever bound to feeling like Alexis, that I can shift back to Alex, and so I do as she says. My hands clasp onto the material and I begin to tug the white crop top, slowly, as it drifts past her ribs, and her breath turns ragged.
"So good at following orders, Alexis. Or maybe it is Alex after all," she teases, and her words spur me on, driving the crop top up and over her head, past those long dark strands of flowing hair.
I try to step back, but she holds onto the leash tightly, and instead I'm inches away from the topless woman who's got me in the palm of her hands.
Her breasts are incredible. Round and plump, bigger than Lena's perky tits, and they heave as she breathes in and out. I can see her pink nipples are hard, pointing towards me as she squishes herself into me. Her breath is on my lips, threatening to devour me, as she bites and grits her teeth at me in a wicked smile.
"Do you like what you see?"
I nod. I can't lie. Not now.
"Hmmm, but you're still not hard?"
I look down and she's right. I'm as limp as ever. My cock is pressed against the warm latex of her crotch, crushed, and there's no blood flowing to it.
When I look back up at Deedee, she's licking her lips, and moves closer to me again. I can't kiss another woman, can't do that to Lena, but she doesn't stop moving and so I close my eyes, bracing for the moment her plump lips are against my own painted lips. But it doesn't come. Instead I hear her voice.
"Open your eyes, and watch me."
And when I do, she takes a step back. Boots thudding. Then another. The leash goes slack as she takes both her hands and rubs them up her latex bound thighs. Making crinkling sounds all the way up to her waist, where she promptly slides her fingers under the material, and begins to pull down.
I can't stop staring, as Deedee begins to lower her leggings. It rolls over itself, lower and lower, as the latex moves down her wide hips, revealing tight black panties, then the white flesh of her thick thighs. Then lower, to her knees, and all the way down to where her boots begin.
She thuds closer to me, and I feel frozen to the spot. Standing there. Pants-less us both.
"Pull down my panties, Alex. If you really are Alex and not Alexis."
I'm gulping again like an idiot. I don't want to do this, yet also every fiber of my being wants to do this. To make love to the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on.
"Prove to me you can still get hard. Show me you can reverse the ritual," she demands.
I reach out towards her and hook my fingers into her panties. They're absurdly small and the heat of her is radiating through the material. I take in a deep breath while I stand there, my fingers tucked into another woman's panties; not Lena's, not my girlfriend of three fucking years. And against my better judgement I begin to yank them down while she watches me. No smile. No laughs. Just those intense green eyes boring into me.
They slide down easily, and I see her. A small patch of dark brunette hair. Below that, wet, gleaming and inviting. And she grabs my hand, bringing it to between her thighs where she forces me to cup her.
I feel the heat of Deedee under my palm. Moist. Ready. Mixed with the short stubble of her pubes. It feels like a mouth waiting to devour me. I'm so turned on. Ready to do her bidding. Ready to please. But my thoughts get broken.
She's laughing. First a soft giggle, then hard. A roaring laugh.
I turn away from looking at my hand back to her face, and she's trying to cover her mouth.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" I stammer.
"Look!" she points with her talons. Down, past my hand. And I follow her finger, looking down to what she's pointing at.
It's me she's pointing to. My cock. It hasn't stirred an inch. I'm still soft and flaccid, and what's more, I'm leaking precum.
"You're wet! Wet like a girl!" she screams with delight. "Ohh, you're definitely not Alex. Definitely Alexis!"
Her voice makes me flush with heat. Anger simmering with embarrassment and humiliation. I try to tug up my panties from the floor, but I can't. Try to move away from my tormentor, but I can't. Deedee has the leash coiled tight and she yanks me around with each wicked laugh when I try to resist.
"I have an idea! I have an idea!" she says, hysterically between laughs. "Maybe you can still get hard. There's one more thing we can try. Maybe we can reverse it, sweetie." But she bursts into laughter again, and I grab the leash with both hands.
"Fuck this! Let me go, Deedee."
Her green eyes are welled with tears, and she settles her laughter.
"Nooo... I'm sorry. Please, it's cute. You might still get hard. Don't you wanna try?"
"I'm tired of being your fucking guinea pig. I didn't even want to do this shit. I came to talk to Damien."
"Shhhh..." she tells me. Shushing me with her long finger. "The lady doth protest too much!"
Deedee pouts her lips.
"Drop to your knees."
"What?"
"You heard me. Drop to your knees, Alex. Or are you Alexis? Does she prefer to stand?"
I try to wrestle the leash from her hand but I'm no match for her strength, and her voice turns deep, commanding, and I freeze.
"Drop!"
My knees buckle, as if I have no control over them, and I drop to the floor. My bare skin biting into the wood, my flaccid cock dangling as I stare up at her.
The perspective makes her seem like a giant and even taller than her already imposing height. Those naked thighs bigger than my own, ready to crush me, and her pussy from this angle looks like it's ready to pounce onto my face.
"Eat me. And stroke," she commands.
"I can't!"
"What? Still worried about cheating?" Deedee mocks. "Forget about that. See if you can get hard. Try. Prove to me I'm lying. That the curse isn't permanent. Show me!"
Her challenge, her laughter, it all strikes at my ego. Defiant I grab her thighs with my hands, and pull my face up, closer towards her crotch. It's right there. Her pussy, pink lips parted, dripping wet with want, and I hesitate, just for a moment. The reality of what I'm doing crashing in.
Lena, my mind thinks. Lena...
It's enough time for Deedee to grab me by the wig, other hand on the leash, and tug me up, forceful into her vagina.
Before I can scream "stop," my mouth is against her. Tasting her warmth, mixed with her pubes, sweet as nectar and plump.
"Stroke!" Deedee commands, and my hand instinctively moves to my cock.
I can't pull my face away even if I tried, and so I do my best to please her, the same way I've pleased Lena countless times. My hand moves back and forth between my legs, trying to stir my flaccid cock into action, and I hear her breathing turn shallow. When I look up, Deedee throws her head back in enjoyment, then looks back down at me. Green eyes shining with hunger.
"Keep stroking! Show me you're Alex. Prove to me you're a man."
And I do as told. I stroke harder, lick all over at the same time. Desperate. Desperate to feel, to get erect, to feel like the man I know I am.
But what if I'm not a man? What if she's right, that there's no reversing this?
It's not true, I tell myself. Defiant once more. So I lap at her, doing all the moves that I know gets Lena over the edge when we're together. I want to prove to this woman that I know what I'm doing. That I know how to pleasure a woman as a man.
Her thighs clench against my head as I keep licking and slobbering all over her. The muscles are powerful, and I feel as if my head might pop like a melon if she keeps squeezing, but I don't stop. I won't give up that easily. I'm going to show her I'm Alex and not Alexis.
I lick her clit and she shudders, squeezing my head tighter. It's a game of back and forth. Who's going to give up first. All the while I'm stroking, up and down, while I flick my tongue at her.
My mind pictures the latch of the apartment door opening and Damien standing there. Watching me on the floor, eating out this so-called friend of his. Would he still even attempt to listen to my pleas if he saw me like this? I don't think he would, so I move quicker, attempting to get Deedee and myself off, to finish the test as quick as I can.
"Wow..." Deedee huffs in short breaths.
I'm impressing her. Proving my masculinity. The sense of victory tastes sweet, or maybe it's her folds against my tongue. Wet and thick. But I don't stop, wouldn't dare stop now. I want her to admit that's she's been wrong.
Her thighs keep crushing my head, and she laughs.
"You're good. You lick pussy just like a lesbian!"
What?
And as I think all of these thoughts, performing my action, Deedee pulls away from me, leaving me panting for breath, exhausted.
I can see why she's backed away. She's looking at me, but not into my eyes, her face has drifted lower, and when I look I see she's looking at my cock. Still there, flaccid. Limp. Impotent between my fingers.
The truth comes crashing in.
I'm not the Alex I've claimed. I'm still broken, and so I hang my head down. The mixture of shame and embarrassment swirling around me.
I feel defeated. Ready for her to humiliate me once again. But she doesn't. Instead, I watch her turn around and strut to Damien's side table, next to the bed, where she opens the draw and rummages for something within it.
For the first time since she attached the leash, she's let go of it. It's dangling loose on the floor. I can run. Take control. Leave. She's surrendered her control. But when I look away from the leash, scanning my eyes beyond it, I watch Deedee from behind.
I see her exposed back, those bare legs, and I see her ass for the first time without being covered. God, she's fucking beautiful. She looks even better without those latex leggings on. I could watch her all night as her hips sway in a hypnotic back-and-forth while she digs through the draw. Her crack is an inviting slit connected to two round bulging cheeks. And as she bends over to look deeper in the draw, I see all of her from a different angle. Everything on her looks like it's designed to extract every last drop out of a man.
And a big part of me wants to try again. Bury my dick inside of her. Bend her over Damien's bed, bring her to orgasm, prove to her--to me--that I'm still a man. Still Alex. Thoughts of cheating fly out the window. I just want to pleasure Deedee. Have her take everything from me.
I don't want to run.
She stops rummaging and fishes something out from the draw. Then, turns and faces me, thudding back towards where I'm still kneeling. Deedee picks up the leash on her way back, scratching it along the wood, and when she comes closer I see what's in her hand. Soft, silken black, it's a blindfold, and she wraps it around my wig covered head.
"Wait!" I say, desperately.
She stops. "Do you trust me?"
And I look up at her. Those beautiful green eyes, that wicked smile, plump pink lips. Those heaving breasts and hard nipples. All the things that tormented me now suddenly fuel me. Pushing me forward to proving I can pleasure her, pleasure myself too. Prove to Deedee that the ritual can be reversed. And so I say something to this woman I never thought I would.
"Yes. I trust you."
With that, she smiles and slides the blindfold over my eyes. Plunging me into darkness.
But I hear her, feel her shift closer to me, and I smell the scent of her pussy again, close to my face, those boots thudding closer to me, sensed in front of my knees against the floor.
"I was thinking," Deedee's voice enters my ears, as the leash gets tugged playfully, her hand on my scalp, those long nails making me shiver as she scratches at my head.
"Maybe you need something else. Not pussy, to get you hard."
"Like what?" I ask. "Your tits, your ass?" I laugh to myself, an agitated chuckle, but I don't hear any laughter back.
"No... something else."
Suddenly, I'm real nervous. Encased in my dark void I feel vulnerable.
I hear a noise, odd and hard to place, almost like that of a balloon being squeezed, but not quite that either. Maybe it's her latex leggings being hiked up again. Maybe something else. Whatever it is, it scares me, and I feel my mind fluttering through a rolodex of sounds trying to name it.
Then, it stops.
It's silent in the room.
So silent that I can hear my breathing.
"Deedee?" I call out.
"Reach out," Deedee commands, her voice a whisper.
"Where?"
"In front of you."
I hesitate, and lift my shaky hands. When I do, I feel nothing. As if she's not standing in front of me at all.
"Higher," she says, and I reach further up.
"Higher," she says again, her voice shaky, barely controllable through her ragged breathing.
And then, I feel it.
It's thick, hard, my hands run up it, and it keeps going up until I feel something heavy, heaving. This must be her thighs, strong and muscular, and I can hear Deedee gasping, but this doesn't feel like her. Doesn't feel like a woman's leg.
What am I touching?
I move my hands again, searching, and that's when I feel it. Something that shouldn't be there.
Something impossible.
A head that's large and protruding, veins pulsing and running along flesh.
And something wet. Viscous. The same consistency of pre-cum.
I try to pull away, reeling on my palms behind me, but the leash keeps me rooted to the spot. So I move my hand to my face as quick as I can and lift the blindfold off my face, nearly taking the wig off my head along with it.
My eyes adjust to the dimness of the room quickly.
I see Deedee standing there, staring down at me and smiling, those sharp canines, the leash between us, and when I look down her body, there, between her legs, I see it.
Eight inches or more, a hard, powerful, erect cock. Staring right at me.
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Chapter Eight: Magik
"What the fuck?!" I yell, trying to escape. But there's no escape. Deedee has me right where she wants me. The leash coiled tight around her clenched fist.
"What?" she purrs, nonchalant. "I thought you liked dick?"
"How?" I stammer. Unable to believe what I'm seeing. "You had a vagina. What the fuck is going on?"
I try to pull away in my panic, but the leash holds me in place, leaving me scrambling against the floorboards.
Her green eyes shine bright as she stares at me, looking down as I'm on the floor, wriggling and desperate to escape. The heels on my feet keep slipping beneath me, unable to catch on the wood of the floorboards, and I feel helpless.
"Who are you?" I plead, searching for answers. "What are you?"
"You know who I am."
I look at her. Really look.
The green eyes. The height. The manipulation. The power. The dick.
It couldn't be... could it?
"Damien?" I blurt out.
And Deedee laughs, wicked and evil, throwing her long dark hair around as she twists her body and brings her sculptured face down towards me.
"I told you the ritual was real!"
Panic takes over my whole body. But I can't escape. I'm trapped here with this thing, whoever she or it claims to be.
"This is bullshit! You were tucking your... your dick!" I yell, trying to explain the impossible.
"What, this dick?" Deedee says, grabbing her long hard cock, slapping it at her thigh. "That's an awfully big thing to hide, don't you think?"
I stare at her, frozen. But she keeps going.
"And what about my tight little pussy you were so eagerly licking away at, where did that go?"
She chuckles to herself, before reeling me in.
"Baby, you can be just like me." Deedee says, pulling me closer, inch by inch. "You can shift between the male and the female. But some little boys don't like to shift. Some little boys, like you, prefer to be little girls. Forever!"
The room is spinning, my mind splitting into two. Nothing makes sense, and somehow it makes perfect sense all at once.
She keeps pulling me closer and I'm dragging along the floor towards her.
"It's not real!" I yell again.
"Oh... isn't it?"
Deedee slides the leash between her legs, running the leather between the crack of her ass as if the fabric of a thong, her hand at the small of her back, and pulls, hard, yanking my face towards her throbbing erect dick.
My face smashes against her crotch. And I smell her--him. The mixture of the feminine and masculine. The remnants of Deedee's pussy with the musk of a man.
"Isn't that so much better for you, Alexis?" Deedee says, gritting her teeth while I try to squirm away from her crotch where she has me pinned.
"Isn't that better than pussy, baby?"
"You're not Damien!" I blurt out, trying to get the words away as my face is pressed against her balls and hard cock.
"This is sex magik. What, did you think magik isn't real?" she teases.
Deedee grabs the shaft of her cock, and yanks my head back.
"Say 'ahhh'."
"No!"
I try to fight back. Her balls are against my mouth now.
"Oh don't be so boring, Alexis! You didn't have a problem sucking my dick last night. What--do you want me to change into Damien right now? In front of your eyes? I don't think your little mind can handle it."
I don't think it can, but I also don't buy this parlor trick either. Deedee looks at me, those green predatory eyes, waiting for a response.
"I know!" she gleams. "How about a little show of power?"
"What?"
My words come out muffled, struggling to get away as she steps forward and pulls me lower so that I'm directly beneath her, the woman's taint on my face now. The smell of her is intoxicating here, concentrated to a primal scent that ignites something deep in me, and I can feel myself weaken at the knees. Succumbing to her sexuality.
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, then grabs my head and yanks it back once more. I'm inches away from her balls, her hole all at the same time, being marked and dominated, and every desperate breath in makes me weaker and weaker.
"Breathe me in, and listen to my voice."
I try to hold my breath, try to fight, but it's impossible. I exhale and suck in air and Deedee fills my nostrils. The sweat of her, the musk, metallic and sweet at the same time, the threat of a sexual being that could destroy me in so many ways and enjoy every second of it. I'm still not hard, but I've become aroused in another way, internal, and hard to explain.
Her eyes are on me and for a moment, everything freezes. Then, she speaks--but it's not her voice. It is, but isn't. It's Deedee's mixed with someone else's, a man's, both speaking at the same time.
"Still think this is all pretend?" the dual voices say, overlapping one another.
I open my mouth to scream, to yell, but Deedee or whoever this is, seizes the opportunity and shoves her hard throbbing dick into my gaping mouth.
"That's right! Good girl," the dual voices shout.
I've walked into her ambush.
I choke, trying to pull away, but she grabs the leash and yanks it further between her crack, drawing me deeper to the base of her shaft. My nose brushing against the coarse pubes on her body, balls pressed against my chin.
"Good girl!" Deedee's voice returns, only her own now. "Suck, Alexis. Suck me just like you did last night. Forget about getting hard. It'll never happen. Please me!"
She releases the leash, ever so slightly, enough to allow me to pull away, but then pulls again, between her ass, dragging me back along the shaft of her throbbing dick. It pulses in my mouth, and she groans a deep guttural groan as I slide over it.
"Yes! Just like that!"
On and on it goes.
The tease of release, then a yank back down her cock. I press my hands against her thick muscular thighs, trying to push away, but this just makes her tense stronger, like some kind of python wrapping around me.
The floorboards creak beneath my splayed legs, and somehow I've been leaking a steady stream of precum as my breathing is constricted by the hard dick invading my mouth.
I can't breathe. But when I do, all I smell is her. All of her and it weakens me.
Wetness slicks her hardness and my mouth glides over the cock, over and over again, as the see-saw of the leash tugs back and forth.
Deedee, smiling with glee, releases enough slack on the leash to allow me to pull away completely for once.
I cough. Sputtering a mixture of saliva, drool, and the woman's essence all intertwined as I drop to my hands and knees.
"Don't I taste good as a woman!?" Deedee says excitedly, clapping her hands.
"Fuck! Who are you... really?" I choke out, my throat raw, face smelling of her taint and ass all at the same time.
Deedee kneels down, eye level with me now, and caresses my face with those long talons of hers, sending chills down my spine.
"It's me... Damien. Can't you see that?"
I look at her. She looks nothing like Damien. He was rugged, masculine, hairy--she's the complete opposite in every way. So feminine and beautiful, but dangerous just like him.
"How?" I stammer, held in the claws of her hand.
The woman puffs an air of frustration. Her sweet bubblegum-tinged breath against my face.
"I thought it was obvious, do I really have to explain?"
"Yes, you do!" I yelp. "This is the craziest shit I've ever seen."
She chuckles.
"The ritual," Deedee starts, still squatting in front of me. "I was like you once. Curious. A man with an itch, and someone like Damien did to me what I did to you. Scratched that itch real good. Oh how I loved it my little Alexis!"
Her claws drag against my skin as her face turns more sinister. Those arched brows curling and scrunching at me.
"I embraced the ritual fully, let it take over me, and the woman you see now is who I transformed into. Well, partly. The one with the pussy is the full experience."
"I don't understand." My breathing is still scattered, but I let my voice be heard.
"What don't you understand, Alexis? The ritual is a curse, that allows you to transform into a woman. You can choose to be a man or a woman, or... you can be one, just one, forever."
I look down, between the squatting thighs of Deedee--or Damien--whoever this is. The large hung cock, where there was once a vagina. I saw it with my own eyes. Tasted it. Real as Lena's. How can something so insane be true?
"Do you want to be a woman?" Deedee asks me.
"I..."
"Shhh, don't think," she pouts. "You think too much, Alexis. Just tell me. Feel it. Do you want to be like me? Like your friend Deedee?"
"I don't know."
And it's the truth. I don't. I'm so confused. I came hoping to get answers, to confront Damien. And now I seem to have all the answers, but it's not the answer I wanted. It's something I'm not willing to accept.
"If you can curse me, you can reverse it. Can't you?" I say.
"Nope! You can't reverse it."
Deedee yanks my leash, lifting me by the neck higher, closer to her face, her lips brushing against my own as my hands are dragged off the floor.
"It's a part of you. So stop fighting it. Let me teach you how to transform. Let me make you the woman you are, baby."
Suddenly her tongue is against my lips, licking at me, threatening to devour me.
"Say the words and I'll make it happen. Right now. Tonight."
My mind thinks of Lena. The life I've promised. The man I've promised to be. I can't give in to being Alexis. Can I? I came here to fight for Lena, for us.
"Teach me to transform back into Alex," I demand. "You said I can shift between the male and the female. Teach me, can you do that?"
"Yes!" Deedee hisses.
"Then make me Alex. Permanently."
"Hah! It doesn't work that way, princess. First you have to crossover. Become a woman, fully, before you can slide back and forth."
She sees me thinking, searching for a way out of this mess. Whoever this is, Deedee or Damien, they've got me pinned, lost, and confused, and they're revelling in my spiral.
"Let me take you," Deedee's voice growls with a hunger that makes me shake. "Let me make you all woman."
Deedee bites her plump lip in front of me, her face inches from my own.
"Kiss me, Alexis. Seal it with a kiss, and I'll take you right now. I'll fuck you so good, just like last night with Damien, only this time, with the body of a woman."
I want to pull away, to grab the leash and unclasp it, it's right there, but a voice in my head also wants to lean in and accept the offer. Maybe it's true, maybe I can slide back to Alex once this is all done. But it could also be a trick. How can I trust someone like this who's been toying with me?
I know Deedee wants me, I can see it in her eyes, and I know in some strange way I still wield power over her.
Deedee grabs my hand and moves it to her crotch. Not forceful, but leading, and instinctive my hand clasps around her dick, still wet from my mouth all over it.
Those lips are inviting me to taste them, to give in. Her eyes looming into my own, speaking a language all of their own.
"Make a deal with me," I tell the goddess before me.
"Ohhh, I love deals! I'm listening..."
I begin to tug her hard cock, and I watch as her eyes flutter, her breath slowing.
"Promise me you'll transform me into Alex. Or..."
"Or what, little girl?" she hisses between her now gritted teeth, those canines sharp and ready to devour me.
"I'll expose you. Your community. Your sex magik. You obviously don't want people to know about this. Your little secret. Transform me and I'll never tell."
"Oh I like it! Alexis with the quid-pro-quo."
Deedee looks at me, searching my eyes and I feel hypnotized by the swirling green of her own. But I know she wants me more than I want or need her.
I pull my hand away from her cock and she grabs my wrist, clutching it with vigor.
"Where are you going?"
"Promise me, Deedee. Promise me and swear that you'll change me back to Alex when it's done. Or I'm walking away."
My hand is still clutched in her own, hovering next to her throbbing dick gleaming with saliva, and I can see her face twisting the promise over and over again in her mind.
Deedee leans in towards me and at the same time shoves my hand against her dick. The impressive head is leaking a shimmering glint of precum. Dripping with want for me. Her voice whispers low and seductive.
"I promise. Deal accepted. Now kiss me, slut. Seal the deal."
I close my eyes and wrap my hand around her cock once more, using her precum to slick the shaft.
"Give in, baby." Deedee's voice purrs, her hips twitching from my touch.
Telling myself I'm doing this for Lena, I keep repeating the truth like a mantra, convincing myself that I'm not enjoying this. But I know deep down it's a lie. A big part of me loves this, the Alexis inside me loves it and she wants more.
Am I really ready to become Alexis, fully?
I lean in, moving for once without the pull of the leash as I part my mouth open, hearing her voice.
"Good girl."
My hand keeps stroking.
"Fuck," she whispers. "Come to me. Come to Deedee--to Damien."
"Don't betray me," I tell her, feeling her cock pulse and twitch.
She purrs softly, "I wouldn't dare."
I keep leaning in.
Another inch. The smell of bubblegum. Another inch. The heat of her breath. Another inch...
And I feel it. Her soft lips, warm, explosive as her tongue enters my mouth, tasting me, taking me, entering me and promising me all the things she's promised.
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Chapter Nine: The Crucible
I'm crawling. Being led by the woman who's pulling me along on the leash, and I'm crawling like a fucking slave, trailing behind the thud of her platformed boots.
Those long legs rise up like towers, spiralling all the way up to that plump ass that sways back and forth.
I choke out a pitiful "ugh" suddenly as the leash pulls the collar against the back of my neck. But stopping is not an option.
Deedee doesn't care about my little whimpers or protests, I've signed the deal and now I'm hers to do with as she pleases.
I see where she's leading me. It's to Damien's bed, black sheets crumpled and shoved against the wall, the same one he used me in last night. And I look at Deedee, my eyes on her but my mind going over her claim of being the same man that broke me.
It's all so crazy.
How could this be the same person, and how could I be ready to become just like her?
She stops moving and pivots to face me. Then Deedee lowers herself onto the bed and plops down with a heavy sink of her weight, causing the springs to creak, as she keeps yanking the leash, reeling me in closer and closer.
"Come Alexis," Deedee whispers to me, those hands moving over each other, pulling at the leash as the distance between me and her shortens.
I can see her cock throbbing between her legs, rising up with an aching want as the veined skin grows taut and the head swells. And as she pulls me closer to the point I can smell that sexual energy radiating from her, she grabs my chin.
Squeezing my cheeks and lipstick smeared lips between her sharp and pointed nails.
"You play hard to get little Alexis, do you know that?"
Her eyes flash a fire of glee, knowing that she has me all to herself now.
Deedee extends her tongue, long and thick like a goddamn snake, and she flicks it from my bottom lip to the top. The trail of saliva is wet on me, and when I raise my hand to wipe it away, she clutches my wrist and yanks it back down to that throbbing dick.
I can barely circle my hand around the base as she twitches with approval.
"Suck me slut!" she commands. "Show me how bad you want this deal. How bad you wanna transform into a good girl."
She's fucking evil, there's no doubt about it, but I've made peace with that fact. It's to justify the means, and so I ask for forgiveness in my mind, begging Lena to understand what I'm about to do tonight as I slowly lower my face, closer and closer to that heat between Deedee's legs.
Her cock springs and twitches with a bounce of anticipation when I'm inches from it, and I slide my hand down to the base. Her balls are heaving, ready to unload, and I close my eyes.
"Do it baby," Deedee teases, that melodic voice bouncing around the room. "Suck me like you sucked me last night."
I open my mouth and move forward, little by little until I feel it. The head of her, velvet and smooth, jarring my mouth wider.
Deedee hisses with approval.
"Yes!"
I try to slide down lower but her cock swells the moment it's in my mouth, forcing me to stop.
"Here, let me help you," she says, wrapping the leash tight around her first. And with one swift motion she pulls the leash down towards her crotch while bucking her hips up and into my face.
Her cock pries open my entire mouth, driving deep as it can go until it hits the back of my throat and I gag. Gag like the air has been sucked out of me.
"Ugh-- fuck!" Deedee moans, hand at the back of my head, leash still wrapped around it.
I try to pull away but can't.
She has me shoved down on that huge dick, the air leaving my body until my head begins to spin. All I smell is her. Her pubes an inch from my nose, pungent with musk and something sweeter that smells like vanilla.
Deedee grits her teeth, groaning as if she's a wild animal that's been struck by a bullet.
She shoves deeper into me, something I didn't even think was possible, and I swear I'm going to black out.
I can't breathe!
My arms flail, pushing against those thick thighs rippling with muscle. Head straining against her hand at the back of my scalp. Desperate to escape. Desperate to come back up for air. But nothing works.
Deedee's hand pushes me down and keeps me down.
I fall deeper.
My mouth now at the base of her, against her crotch where the shaft meets her body. And her cock swells to fill every bit of space in my mouth.
"That's right slut! You like my cock? Damien's cock?" she barks, voice seeping through her teeth.
I can't speak, all I can do is moan a "yes" or "no."
The vibration from my mouth when I do sends her overboard, and she slaps another hand to the back of my head. The pressure feels like a thousand plates of weight on my skull.
She's trying to break my fucking jaw!
"This is your place now, Alexis. Between my thighs, baby. Remember how you renounced pussy?"
Her hips back off ever so slightly, then she rams her pelvis back into my face. Driving her dick deep inside again.
I cough but the saliva has no where to go, so it splutters all over her shaft.
"Remember how you gave up women?"
I moan.
She doesn't know if it's a "yes" or "no," but I don't think she cares.
"Remember how I said you'd learn to please men as a woman?"
Vibrations from my mouth ripple against her thick cock in my mouth.
"I wasn't lying. This is your life now!"
And with that, she releases.
I go flying backwards. The force of me pushing against her hands that were against my head sends me stumbling onto my back. And I tumble onto the floorboards with a loud crash.
My eyes are a blur, staring up at the cracked ceiling of the apartment as I pant for breath. Coughing saliva and drool all over myself.
I hold up my hand to my throat, nursing the rawness of it. I can still taste her dick in my mouth, the trail of sweet-saline precum deposited against the back of my throat.
When I close my eyes wet tears trail out at the corners with each sputtering cough.
And I can't stop coughing.
Each one is harsher than the previous.
Then I feel fingers, gentle and caressing running from my quads down my smooth bare leg. Then, I feel those sharp nails clasp around my ankle, and I realize I'm being dragged.
I lift my head up to look, and I see Deedee pulling me onto the bed along with her. When I get closer, she grabs at my hand and pulls me, forcing me upright.
I'm still coughing, and she smiles, those canines ivory and bright in front of me.
"Aww, did you think I was going to be gentle?" Deedee pouts.
I cough, my voice raw and broken.
"Fuck you, Deedee!"
Deedee laughs, a cruel squeal of delight.
"No, not 'fuck me.' Fuck you, Alexis. That's what I'm gonna do to you. Fuck you real good."
Her lips crash against mine, stealing what little air I've reclaimed from my lungs. Those talons digging deeper into my wrists as she slaps both my hands against her smooth back, and slowly slides them down until they cup her ass.
I feel her, and she feels just as good as she looks.
Her cheeks are plump. My fingers sink into her flesh as I cup the sheer roundness of each one, barely able to hold onto them due to how large they are. And suddenly I feel weaker than I ever have. My resolve to resist shattering into a million pieces.
Deedee leans into me, pushing her weight against me, my hands still on that ass as her lips stick to my own. The taste of bubblegum from her breath and the taste of her dick still intermingling into my mouth.
Then I feel her breasts against my chest, squished against me as I'm lowered, all the way until my back settles against the soft black sheets of the bed.
With those thick white muscular thighs, she places them between my legs and parts my own thighs. Spreading them further apart. Her wet cock is laid flat on top of my very flaccid dick, and it's no match for her. The contrast is stark and humiliating.
Deedee releases the kiss and pulls back ever so slightly, her face looking down at me as I lay there helpless on the bed. The collar still on my neck, the leash still wrapped around her hand.
Her green eyes stare into me as her lips move slow and deliberate.
"I'm going to turn you into a girl tonight."
And it's not hyperbole. Deedee means it with every inch of her being.
Those fingers move to my sweater, and she begins to peel it off my body. Letting the material slide up and over my torso until I'm left bare, laying there with the bra around my chest.
Her tongue licks at my lips again, tasting me like I'm hers to feast on.
"That little bra is gonna fill up, baby. You're gonna have big tits."
She cackles to herself as if she's just told the funniest joke ever.
Deedee's arms flex beside my head as she raises herself up from the mattress ever so slightly. Every part of her fills my vision.
"And that ass you love grabbing... hmm, you're gonna have one just like that too, Alexis. The perfect butt for men to fuck!"
The thought sends ripples and shockwaves all throughout my body. And I watch, as Deedee grabs her throbbing erect cock, and slides it down my flaccid dick, down lower, until it reaches the crack of my spread legs.
"Keep holding onto me," she says, those eyes fluttering, angled brows scrunching. And I do as she says, my hands grip tighter onto each smooth cheek, as I feel her shift her body forward.
I feel it.
The head pushing against me. And my body resists, just like it did last night with Damien.
"That little dick..." Deedee says, her breath ragged and short.
"Oh, how it's gonna change too."
She keeps pushing. My body resisting. Not getting the memo about the deal I've agreed to.
"No longer a dick. But a little clit. And then..."
I can feel the head begin to breach me, a burn at my hole, and the air from my lungs is suddenly pulled out from me.
"You'll have a pussy, Alexis!"
Deedee's hips burst into me and I scream as my hands clutch onto her ass.
She's inside me, filling me, breaking me into two!
"Yes!" she hisses, and her mouth crashes into my lips.
Sliding further in, my yelps are muffled as the bed creaks, each motion drawing another creak, another muffled moan from my mouth, and her dick thrusts deeper and harder into me by the second.
The wig on my head shifts from the motion as Deedee pulls her plump lips off me.
Her voice comes through ragged but demanding.
"Think about changing. Think about becoming a woman."
And her words awaken something inside me, as I feel her crash into me, over and over again, that thick eight inch cock destroying my hole, rewiring me just like Damien did last night. And it feels the same. The motion. The cock. The person transforming me.
It's the same person. And this is just a continuation of the ritual from last night.
"Think about it, Alexis!" Deedee grunts.
My thoughts change. They're still my own, but the voice is different. Higher pitched. More melodic.
Deedee's eyes glimmer like two jade stones, as her face and my own move in unison with each thrust of her body into me.
Up and down.
"Do you want to be a woman?"
Her question stabs at me, the same way her cock stabs into me.
"Answer me!"
"Yes..." I whimper. "Anything for Lena."
Deedee cackles. "Still lying to yourself, huh, baby? I'm doing this for you, making you a girl, because you've wanted this for soooo fucking long. Just too afraid to admit it."
She brings her face to my neck and nips at the skin, her teeth dragging into me, as another thrust hits deeper, pressing a button inside me that makes me arch off the bed and into her mouth.
My hands move as though controlled by someone else, something feminine. One still grabbing onto Deedee's ass, and the other slides to the crack between her cheeks.
"Oh, naughty girl!" she exclaims, moving her body like a slithering snake all over me. She grabs my legs and pushes them above her shoulders, and the new angle makes me moan. The voice comes out high-pitched, feminine, not my own, and Deedee smiles when she hears it.
The heels on my feet bounce with another thrust, and I watch as Deedee's face twists into one of pleasure and amusement.
But my finger keeps moving into the wedge of her crack, and it settles at her hole. It's radiating heat, wet with sweat, and the pressure of my fingertip on her tight hole sends her wild like a beast.
She thrusts deeper into me. Her hard cock splitting me in two. Wet squelches as it drives into me, sliding in and out, over and over again. And I feel like I'm going to break.
I begin to press my finger more insistent against her warm wet hole, and I watch as Deedee's expression changes. No longer one of amusement, but perplexity.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she purrs.
But I don't stop. Her brows furrow, but she doesn't stop me either.
Slowly, my pressing finger pushes against her tight ass, eager, and then, it slides in. Just the fingertip.
"Fuck..." Deedee moans. Bucking her hips into me and against my finger at the same time.
I push harder. Deeper, until my finger enters her and hits the depth of my second knuckle.
My other hand slides off her cheek and moves down her obliques, tight and muscular, grazing her ribs until they climb up and settle against her right breast. Cupping the heaving flesh as my thumb flicks at her hard pink nipple. And Deedee throws her head back in ecstasy.
Her long black hair shrouds down against my face. Containing us in a curtain where only our faces remain.
Deedee's body crashes into me, her hips driving in, ass pushing back to fall again, and while she does so, her tight hole slides over my finger, in and out. Penetrating herself the same way she's penetrating me.
She's so vulnerable, and her face is painted a mixture of pleasure and appreciation.
No one's touched her this way. Not since she's been transformed I figure.
Quickly, she's no longer pushing into me with the same vigor as before, rather she's fucking herself with my finger, letting out soft gasps with each thrust into her round ass.
Those green eyes open, fluttering as they look down at me. Filled with something that's not quite lust.
"Do you love dick?" she asks.
"Yes."
"Do you love pussy?"
"Yes!"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes," I tell her.
She pauses, eyes glowing warm, her beautiful face radiating. She moves her ass deeper against my finger, enjoying being penetrated just as much as she was enjoying penetrating me.
Or maybe she wasn't enjoying it? Maybe this is her true sexuality and she just uses her magnificent length to justify the means to an end. A weapon to transform, but not to please.
For a moment she doesn't resemble the woman that's been tormenting me, but someone more human. Someone exposed. Hips rocking and thrown back against my finger.
Her voice is low.
"Do you love Lena?"
And I hesitate. I don't know why but I hesitate just for a moment, and Deedee catches it.
"Yes, I love her."
"Liar..." she whispers, a smile tugging at those lips as her eyes close again in pleasure.
She reached down to grab my hand against her breast and pulls it up. Higher to her face, where she patters soft kisses against my palm, until she takes my index finger and slides it into her mouth.
The canines are sharp, dragging like daggers against my finger which makes me shiver, as she begins to suck. The pressure threatens to detach my finger right off the bone. That long thick snake-like tongue of hers dancing around my fingertip, threatening all the ways she knows how to pleasure a cock.
My cock.
And I see the opportunity open. The whole reason why I'm doing this. I want to get hard for Lena. I don't want to transform into Alexis.
The time for my gambit is now.
"Transform me," I tell her.
"I will, baby. I will," she moans, her voice soft, feminine, a vulnerability I haven't heard before.
She lowers her head, pressing it against my forehead and taps soft kisses on my nose.
"Not into Alexis. Into Alex," I say.
And her eyes spring open. The kisses stop.
"Make me Alex. Make me hard. I'll pleasure you Deedee. Let me make love to you. Let me use my dick the same way my fingers are."
I slide my finger deeper into her tight ass, and her muscles clench around it. Gripping onto me. While my other finger is still at her lips.
Her green eyes are on me.
"Let me love you," I tell her.
I pull at the leash, bringing my face up to hers, closer to me. I part my lips and for the second time this night, I instigate a kiss with the woman I'm trying to trick. Trying to convince to make me hard again. For Lena. For us.
My tongue dances against her own, and she lets me.
It's working! It's working, I tell myself.
Deedee's hand releases my palm. But before I savour the victory, it moves as quick as a flash. And it's around my throat.
I gasp, but choke out a whimper.
"Dee--"
"Shut up!" she yells.
I feel the squeeze at my throat. And no words come out.
Her fingers dig deeper into me, and her body moves more erratic. Sliding harder against my hole, further away against my finger that's buried deep in her asshole.
"Shut up, Alexis! Just shut up! I'm not going to turn you into Alex. You're gonna be a woman. My fucking woman!"
The human I saw, vulnerable and sweet for a fleeting moment is gone, as though she never existed.
She lifts my throat up and off the mattress while pulling her face closer. Those green eyes are burning with fire and fury. Ready to end me right here.
"I don't need your pathetic little dick. You won't get hard. I'm gonna turn you into my bitch. All woman."
Her muscular thighs are a piston, repeatedly thrusting into me. The bed sounds like it's going to explode.
"You love me? You love me?" she pouts with those pink full lips. The smell of bubblegum on me mixed with the sound of venom.
"I'm gonna fuck your new pussy all night when I change you. That's right. You're gonna ride my hard cock right here on this bed. Whenever I want. I'll fill every inch of your new little slit. And then I'll bend you over that fucking couch!"
Her fingers squeeze harder around my windpipe, and my vision turns blurry. My index still inside her. Embedded to the last knuckle now. Her hard cock still ravaging me with punishment.
"You'll never want to turn back. Never! And when you won't shut up about being Alex, I'll just sit on your pretty little face to shut you the fuck up!"
Her hand releases and I fall back down against the mattress.
Sweet air enters my lungs again.
Safe to say my trick didn't work, but at least I can fucking breathe!
I cough. Gasping for air. Tasting the relief in this hell of an apartment.
She stops thrusting, instead Deedee just sits inside me, filling me to the base with her entire thick cock.
My body shudders with the long knife inside me.
Deedee moves her hand around and grabs at my own, pressed against the crack of her swelled cheeks. She yanks my finger out from inside her, difficult as her muscles have tightened around my digit, but when it flies out she makes it known with a soft feminine gasp.
Pulling my hand around she holds it to my face.
"You love me?"
I don't want to stir anymore fury, so I say "yes." A meek response.
"Then taste me."
What choice do I have?
I tremble my mouth open with hesitation, and without a second thought she shoves my own finger into it.
I taste her.
All of her.
Metallic and slick. The feeling is humiliating, but I don't dare do anything to incur her wrath, so I suck harder when her face goads me on.
And in the moment, as she pushes my finger dripping with her essence deeper into my mouth, I realize that I'm tasting the spot where she was conquered. Where a man filled her and cursed her; made her become who she is today.
The same spot a man did to her what Damien did to me last night. But Damien is her, and she is Damien. She wants me to join her, become just like her, and that vulnerability from earlier makes more sense to me now. Despite Deedee's sadism, it's a mask, and the woman, whatever she is, craves love.
The taste lingers. Rust and sweet; her essence boiled down to a concentrated mix.
It's a link to her past and my future.
And her eyes widen with approval, as she pulls my finger out with a pop.
The aftertaste of the woman is still in my mouth, and it stirs something deep within me. Something the glows with a color that resembles lavender when I close my eyes. Though I'm not hard, I notice I've been leaking precum, pooling and slick at my abdomen.
"Feel her..." Deedee whispers. Her voice barely heard over the sound of our bodies clashing again as she begins to rock, her dick impaling my hole. Never letting up.
I yelp into the air of the room. The mixture of pain and pleasure reprogramming me.
She moves my hand back around to her sweat slicked crack, and slides my finger back into her parted cheeks. Wet with want. There's no resistance as it goes deep. Grunting with pleasure while my finger enters her.
Deedee's eyes flutter and it's a sign she's desperate to be touched. To be loved the same way she wants me. Wants me to become just like her.
"Feel her, Alexis. Feel her like you can feel the spot where you finger is."
I close my eyes.
The heat against my finger. The wetness. The pulsing twitch of Deedee's hole.
"Feel her..."
I close my eyes, and Deedee's face disappears.
I'm in a void. And in the void I see myself on the black bed with Deedee; but it's not me. At least I don't think it is. It's a woman I see. Her hair long and real, not the fake strands of a wig. Chest filling the bra clasped around her body. And her dick is non-existent. Instead, she has a pussy, wet and inviting, and it's being destroyed by Deedee.
I burst open my eyes, and I see Deedee's face still staring at me. Her hand wraps around my throat again. But not crushing. It's gentler, probing for answers.
"Did you see her?"
"Yes," I whisper, her nails digging into my larynx.
"Do you want to be her?"
I look into those pretty green eyes, those ivory teeth, my face and body shifting with each conquering thrust, and I say it, I fucking say it...
"Yes..."
I hear Lena's voice somewhere far, and my now feminine sounding voice inside my head answers that this is for her. That I'm sorry, but I need to do this. Need to crossover so I can come back to her as the man she loves!
Deedee's body moves erratic, her hips twitching, and she throws her head back, exposing her throat as that long brunette hair trails down onto my face. Smelling incredible, masking the sweat of intimacy in the room.
My finger is still in her hole, and I can feel the muscles around it pulsing.
She's getting close.
"No way back now," she pants. A fact and threat wrapped into one statement.
Hips crashing against me harder. Skin slapping on skin. Her cock invades my ass as deep as it can.
It feels like Deedee is trying to fuck me right through the mattress. And my body bends beneath her weight.
I moan louder, broken and jarring, but she doesn't even look down at me. Her eyes are still closed and lost in the feeling as she speaks, teeth gritting.
"No wa-- fuck... no way back you little slut."
Her voice is half-woman half-male. Mixing together to sound as if coming from a otherworldly beast.
"Uhhh--" a feminine voice from her parted lips squeaks out, then trails into a manly grunt as it ends.
My nipples begin to tingle beneath the bra, like there's an invisible tongue flicking at them, and my body instinctively convulses.
"Deedee..." I murmur. But she doesn't respond.
Deeper. Harder.
Deedee's cock rams into me.
Then my groin, between my parted legs but not quite my flaccid dick, it vibrates too. Shockwaves rippling through me. I don't know if it's the build up of an orgasm or something else. Someone else, coming to the surface.
Deedee's body slams into me. Sweat shining on her chest, making her breasts look even larger as they bounce in front of me.
She makes a noise that sounds like a laugh, a sudden "gah" noise as spit flys from her mouth and gritted teeth.
Her hole keeps twitching and clenching my finger to the point where it feels like it's going to snap off.
"My little Alexis. My sweet little-- fuck!"
She roars.
And I feel her.
All of her.
Alexis.
Deedee.
Two in the same.
I moan and Deedee wails. A high pitched squeal from the woman as her cock pulses over and over again inside me. Thick and destructive. Her hole around my finger clamping down on me and growing slick.
I feel her cum entering me. Shooting deep inside me and entering every crevice it can find. A payload to further the transformation into Alexis.
I'm pinned. Bound to Deedee. To her cock, her cum flowing inside me, the curse. Damien's. All of it. And I let it happen. Let it seep into every pore of my being, just as her cum fills every inch of my body.
I stare wide eyed at the woman above me. Her entire beautiful body slick with sweat, chest heaving with round breasts. Hips swelled and glutes clenching. The sweat on her smooth skin reflects a blurred image of myself back at me.
The woman I'm becoming.
"Urghhh--" Deedee groans, the feminine and masculine voices overlapping, Damien seeping through, her head still thrown back, arms flexed with rippling muscle by my side. And she presses into me as deep as she can. Milking every last drop out of herself.
One twitch. Two twitch. And I feel no more...
She collapses onto me. Her body heavy, breath on my neck, sucking in my scent and exhaling bubblegum into me.
My right hand caresses her smooth sweat laced body. Left finger still deep inside her, gently massaging her on the inside. The leash has gone slack, just as her body, and I hold Deedee the same way she holds me.
Two bodies intertwined.
Interlocked.
Transformed.
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