Born his son, made his BabyDoll; 7

Dad pushed himself up. His softening cock slid out of my cum filled pussy with a bubbling fart.

"That's a well-bred woman." Halima purred as my rectal contraction pulsed out a ribbon of ejaculate into the cleft of my buttocks.

"Breed her yourself. Test your product." Dad murmured as he sat on the bed beside me.

"I shouldn't." Halima demurred.

"Think of it as quality testing." Dad retorted. "Trust me, you have done a wonderful job." His fingers scooped up some of his cum oozing out my gaping asshole as I pulsated still in paroxysms of pleasure. "Besides, I have always wanted to see girl on girl." He proffered his fetid, sticky fingers for me to lick clean.

"I suppose it's rude to refuse a client." She giggled and shucked off her dress. She was naked underneath, her high, tight hard tits topped with a chocolate whip swirl of nipples. Her petite, elegant little prick quivered over the shrunken purse of her scrotum. Her twee testicles looked like dainty macaroons next to Dad's basketballs.

"Fuck it, Halima, you are a proper hottie." Dad growled and stroked his cock meaningfully.

"Too small for you, Master, sadly." She nodded at Dad's meaty cock, tapping her doubtless taut tush. "But perfect for my father. I hope my cock is not too small for Sissy's new pussy." Set guided her cute cock between my splayed legs as I wriggled into position.

"Pull her up." Dad passed the leash round my neck to Halima, who took it with her eyes twinkling as she guided her twee cock toward my cunt. I felt her initial penetration, but as her twink kissed my colorectal passage, it triggered a spasm of clenches that made her gasp. Instinctively, she copulated with me in a flurry of urgent jerks after Dads long strokes. As she slammed into me, it squeezed rather than crushed my testicles, retained up, hidden in the folds of my new vulva.

She was only my second cock in the flesh, discounting all the times Mum pegged me. As she pounded her petite prick in my pouting pussy, Dad's ejaculate squirted and spurted over the both of us. The y-chain snapped, tugging at my teats and clit, as they seared with sensation.

God, I was getting more stiff this morning than my useless cock had managed in years. I hadn't really enjoyed the flopping sock of flesh I was born with. But this wondrous nub of pleasure marked my emasculation into the feminine form I craved, to better please the Dad's debauched demands.

I was consumed by repeated, mostly dry orgasms. But my poor, abused testicles under the tamakeri torment managed to ooze out some last dregs of thick, seedless goop. It was intensely arousing to lie back as my Dad filmed his devoted daughter fucked by this pretty, and precociously skilled, woman.

"Fuck, but that's hot and horny." Dad growled, as he filmed us copulating, two perfect, pretty girls. Dad took my hand, and I gazed at him as he said words I had rarely heard from him before. "Well done, bitch." My Sissy's simpering heart soared.

"Thank you, Daddy, for making me your babydoll." I gasped before Halima made one last urgent thrust then slumped, breathless, on me as her pinky of a prick expressed itself into my cunt. Dad hauled Halima off me and straddled over my chest, proffering his cock for me to suck back to tumescence. It still glistened from his cum and the lube from my ass as I opened wide. It had been too many long weeks since I last devoured his massive man-meat, and it made me gag anew.

Dad didn't want a blow job, this was savage irrumatio, he was set on face fucking me with all his vigour. He passed Halima the phone to film so that I could later watch. I then saw for the first time, how Dad distended my larynx as he copulated deep in my throat. With each thrust, his mighty balls slapped my chin. On his long, fulsome in-strokes, my cheeks flared out as air was expelled. They sucked back in as he withdrew. I writhed, helpless and in a delirium of joy at this further violation. Halima sucked upon my clit, keeping me in a torment beyond ecstasy. I bucked and heaved under repeated dry orgasms.

Dad came when he was cock deep in my throat, his cum sliding down my oesophagus straight into my belly. Once more, Halima followed Dad into me. She didn't face fuck me, but let me blow her dinky little dick. It was so easy to suck and lick after I impaled my face has been impaled on Dad's giant cock. I captured her abundant ejaculate and before I knew it, we were kissing and dancing her seeds around our tongues.

They left me breathless, helpless, lathered in sweat and cum laden at both ends. It was my first fuck in my feminised body, and it had been wonderful.

"Time to give the bitch a quick lesson." Dad snapped as I recovered. I heard him snap the crop he had brought in the air.

"But she has been a good girl. So receptive." Halima demurred, oblivious that she was still naked, her petite prick now flopped, unlike fine, tight titties and taut ass. I had seen on all her certificates she was a little older than me, but so petite she could easily pass for a hot schoolgirl.

"I always want instruction from my Master." I rasped, dry and husky as I slowly sat up, sliding off the cushion. Halima passed me a soda, something Dad would never think to do for me, not that he should.

"Lessons in what?" Halima queried.

"Submission and obedience." We said together, in perfect harmony, as Father and sissy. I couldn't help but giggle as I stood and bent over the bed, shimmying my feet apart to present my fresh, peachy buttocks for their lesson.

"Wait." Dad ordered. Pulling out some short silk ropes from his bag, he clipped one end of each to my wrist and ankle cuffs, splaying and lashing me in place. It forced me to lie on my tits, squishing them. I realised for the first time that sleeping on my front was a thing of the past. The Y-chain ensured every move I made against the restraints would torment me.

"Do you have a gag for me, Master?" I asked, fearing my girly voice and shrieks of pain might carry in the hospital. I wanted to relish the full rigour and vigour of my lesson. I was trembling with the excitement at showing Dad how dutiful I was, submitting as his newly pledged Wife.

"Yes." Dad growled. "I doubt my sissy can take it quietly." He rummaged in the bag, pulled my head up using the leash, and snapped the silicone ball gag into my mouth. God, but I loved it when he handled me so roughly. "And why not add..." with that, he slipped a blindfold on, leaving me helpless before him, bound, gagged and blindfolded. "Would you like to start, Halima?"

"Gosh, um... no." She hesitated, clearly tempted. "Sissy has been a good patient, I have nothing to punish her for.

"It not about punishment, it's a lesson. How to be devoted as my Daughter, and dutiful as my bride." He tapped the crop on my bare butt, teasing the promise of my excoriation. "It never hurts to remind a bitch of her place, and who is Alpha. Try it." Dad gave an impressed whistle. "It's perked you up again, already. That is a perfect, perky hard prick for a pretty little girl, I must say, no wonder your dad lets you keep it." He tapped my ass. "When she was my son, she took too much after me to let her keep her cock. It had to go."

"Well thank you, Master, I am glad you like what you see. But, Master, I am not sure that I would enjoy it. And certainly not that a woman needs it." Halima demurred, but didn't sound convincing. Dad chuckled, sceptically.

"Oh, you would. Take it." He must have passed her to the crop. "A bitch needs it."

"It is quite exciting." Halima giggled.

"Oh, I can see your excitement." Dad chortled.

"Well, I have given her a perfect, pert ass. Is she ready?" Halima was proud of her work remodelling me.

"Always, full arm swing, don't hold back." Dad tapped an ass cheek. "Just here." A second later I got the sting of the savage little crop. Even as I flinched I knew it wasn't her best effort. "Full stroke and snap your wrist. The bitch needs a proper lesson." Indeed. I wiggled my butt, impatient to continue my lessons in submission.

"Take that bad, naughty girl. Remember to be good for Mistress Halima." She tried to snarl her disparagement, but was far from convincing. But Dad's throaty growls, however, betrayed his enjoyment as the petite surgeon spanked my perfect, pert, peachy butt. Dad was watching a schoolma'am smacking her pupil.

"God, that looks so fucking cute." Dad chuckled. "You spank her like a girl." He must have snatched the crop from her. Before I knew it, with grunts of exertions he landed ten or so full, heavy blows. The searing, exquisite agony of excoriation had me retching against the gag in my mouth.

"I can see it's got you excited anew, Master." Halima's comment had me imagining Dad's girthy cock springing back to life. Indeed, I felt Dad shuffle up behind me and the familiar nuzzling, his potent penis always impatient for pussy. My pounded, pouting, puffy cunt was open and receptive for further defilement.

"Fuck yes, it's been too long." Dad grabbed the leash, tugging on the collar and snapping my head back. "You want to follow again?" He asked Halima then sighed as his cock eased into his bitch. His thighs pressed against the fresh welts left by Halima's scourging. "She is a good fuck, thank you." He was speaking to Halima, disregarding me as he used me like a piece of meat. Which is precisely what I was. That delicious realisation, together with the stimulation from the chains, had me dry-cumming, squirming against the ankle and wrist cuffs tying me down.

"She is, and thanks for the chance to test ride my work. I have been curious before, but never tried it out before." She replied. Dad want urgently thrusting this time, but pressing and circling, relaxing and relishing using his new pussy. They chatted as Dad and then Halima slowly fucked me until they both bred in me again. My pussy was dribbling cum down my vulva and thighs as Halima unclipped me removed the gag and blindfold.

"I need to pee. Master." I gasped, my bladder burning as I rolled onto my back, gasping as the y-chain tugged at my clit and nipples.

"This I have to see, at last." Dad ogled me, then tugged the leash. "Up bitch, time to squat and piss like a girl for Daddy." He forced me to my feet, the sudden movements made me wince as my legs closed, crushing my testicles like nuts in a cracker.

"You need to be more careful making Sissy stand, Master. I did suggest offsetting her testis, so they didn't crush together..." Halima cautioned as I tried to blink the stars from my eyes.

"She will get used to it." Dad dismissed her concerns and jerked the chain again. I had to totter some steps forward, each felt like my nuts were in a vice. I had to fall against the bed, light-headed with the pain.

"Bring her in. The bitch needs to learn to walk, for fuck's sake." Dad snapped angrily, passing the lead to Halima and strode off to the en-suite bathroom.

"Here, let me help you." She offered me her support. I got to my feet again and shuffled to the WC. "I should have offset them, sorry. But he insisted." She whispered.

"I think it would have been better for Daddy to let you castrate me." I pressed her hand. "I can but hope as, oh!" I had to stop as the torment from the chain, my balls, and the thrill of being a woman made me cum, shuddering in a dry orgasm.

"You gush impressively, I can see why Master doesn't want to risk your castration and stop his girl squirting." Halima gripped my hand.

"Hurry, Sissy, you shuffle along like a 90-year-old." Dad stepped out of the shower. "I need to piss. Hurry." He waved his soft cock.

"You may go, Master." Halima looked querulous.

"I love to scent mark my Sissy." He snapped. "Always need to remind a bitch who is her is Alpha." Dad laughed. "Lie down." He gestured at the wet shower floor. My backside squelched as I leant back onto my elbows.

"She can't ever forget that, she is your babydoll by desire and design." Halima retorted.

"Its Master to you. Do I need to remind you as well?" Dad smirked, caressing his cock.

"No, Master." Halima deferred. She glanced down at her nakedness, she was in no position to argue. Dad stepped over to straddle me, let his cock flop. A few dribbles of pee announced the start of his full flow. He swung his hips to guide the heavy flow. Opening my mouth, I received and swallowed as much as I could of his powerful golden blessing. He sprayed the rest over my chest and face. It was sublime to be so humiliated and degraded, with the bonus of my debasement being watched by a pretty LadyBoy.

"You want a piss?" Dad stepped away as I wiped my stinging eyes.

"I shouldn't..." Halima moved forward. 'But..." She strode over me. Petite as she was, she loomed over, gazing down at me, past her perky atop her high, tight tits. She aimed her little twink of a cock and let go, a faltering start then a steady trickle. Her stream was gentle, neat and orderly, sweeter, less salty than Dad.

As she shook herself and stepped aside, I rolled onto back and grabbed my knees to splay myself wide open. I wanted to display my degradation and complete humiliation. It was my first chance to show dad how I pissed like a girl. With a sigh of relief I opened up, not a hesitant dribble out of my shortened, expanded urethra, but an instant gush. The golden stream arced back to splatter onto my face and tits.

"Fuck yes, that's more like it." Dad's lecherous admiration at my abject debasement was obvious.

"Oh, that's so hot." Halima murmured. I smiled in delight. It was wonderful to hear their sordid enjoyment of my deprivation. It was a a forceful display of possession, and Dad's empowerment over me. Fuck it, as my energetic gush slowed and stopped, I trembled to yet another fucking orgasm, spurting out one last golden dribble. Dad had crafted my body to force me to have repeated orgasms, over which I rarely had control. And he had succeeded.

"I love to scent mark my bitch." Dad chuckled. "And then seeing her lying there pissing herself... phew." His lusty shudder made me smile.

"Empowering?" Halima suggested as she stared down at me. "Well, for us, demeaning her." She nudged me with a cute little foot. "And then watch her degrade herself." She shivered, salaciously.

"It must be quite a kick knowing you created that babydoll for me." They both laughed to Dads comment as he reached over to turn the shower on as I made to get up. "Would you want her to wash you down before you leave." Dad suggested.

"Why not?" Halima stepped in the shower as Dad sat on the chair to watch.

"Fuck, but I have dreamt of this, two pretty girls soaping themselves down." He leered as we shimmied under the powerful, hot jet. We both enjoyed lathering each other up and exploring our bodies, two giggling LadyBoys together. We moved round in a slow, intimate dance, fondling each other and our own bodies. Halima made a play of jerking my chains and tweaking the ladder of rings on my vulva.

It turned me on seeing and feeling her perfect, petite, pretty little LadyBoys body. But much more arousing was her leering at and soaping mine. She soon had me quivering as yet more bloody orgasms wracked my body and soul. My repeated ecstasy was now becoming a purgatory of exquisite, excessive pleasure. I knew how to tease her back to erection and fell to my knees to blow her anew. All whilst Dad watched, growling.

"I can't, I can't, not again... oh. Oh... I... I... I..." Halima gasped, her hands running through my wet hair as she gripped and tugged at the torment of a forced erection and, then, ejaculation. She cum with just a salty dribble oozing from her drained little nuts. "... can." She sighed, knees buckling.

"Fuck it, so can I." Dad stepped into the flow of the shower, his magnificent penis pointed up in a breathtaking display of potent masculinity. Well, it took my breath away as I eased off Halima's dinky dick. I opened wide to subsume and conjoin with a real man. This time he stood, trembling as I gobbled in worship of his glorious priapism. I could control my gag reflex now as Dad's cock violated my throat, down where my Adam's Apple used to be.

"You two are so fucking hot and horny, it's untrue." Halima shared her appreciation as I pleasured Dad. He was well sated and wasn't going to cum easily.

"Too many years I waited to claim my sissy back, to be Daddy's girl, eh." Dad ruffled my hair, and I gazed adoringly up as his cock speared my mouth. "You always needed to be my pussy, my little sissy girl." I nodded my affirmation. "You always needed Daddy to cut your useless fucking cock off and make you his personal bitch, to be my wife, my whore. Well now your sissy ass is... is... is... MINE!" He grabbed the back of my head to ram my face into his groin, forcing his cock deep down my throat as he trickled gum direct into my belly.

"My babydoll." He barely gave me a look as I gazed upward, thrilled by his blessing. "My bitch." He sighed, easing his huge, thick cock out of my mouth. "You always were my faggot, my little sissy boy." He sneered, holding his glistening cock on my lips as I stroked him, one hand down after the other. I made a little twist with each stroke, teasing back his foreskin. My mouth was open, tongue tickling the eye of his urethra to lap up every drop of his blessing. "My useless boy -child, my little pansy, but a cocksucker now... ooh, ooh." Dad grunted out two last drips of gritty cum.

"Oh wow." Halima watched, fascinated, as I continued to double twist-stroke, using his cum and my spittle to help glide over the sharp edge of his exposed, deep purple glans. I was milking him now, squeezing out the last blessing he had.

"Savour a man you fucking bitch, taste the seed tht created you, taste the man who cut your cock off. Taste me, eat a real man who made his pussy Son into my babydoll, my sex doll, my little wifey. Oh, oh fuuuuuck." His knees wobbled, and his hands braced on my shoulders as thick, yellow ejaculate dribbled out of his urethra. It was rich, salty and gritty, the taste of pure masculinity. "My bitch."

"She knows her place, a dutiful daughter and devoted wife." Halima's voice quivered. "I am so envious of her."

"I intend to make all my buddies jealous too." Dad rasped, still struggling for breath, as I slowed the last milk from his cock. "They are going to enjoy you, my little babydoll whore." At last, he held my eye and smiled as he gave me his rare, wonderful compliment.

His babydoll whore. It made my heart soar with joy.