Make her say your name.

You can think of a lot worse fates than spending the rest of your life fulfilling every one of Vanessa's darkest desires, but you can't think of anything better than her saying your name with half the passion she cries out for a cold hearted cheercunt that doesn't even know she exists. It almost kills you to squirm free from her enchanting embrace, especially as you feel the emptiness in your ass and the anxious ache of your chastity cage cry out for a second helping of breakfast. "What gives, Cindi, my cock not good enough for you all of a sudden?"

You wish you could kiss the hurt look off her face, but you aren't Cindi and you aren't going to let Vanessa use you as a stand in for her cruel, uncaring crushes. Sure, you'll let her lock up your dick and turn you into her gurlfriend, but even you have to draw the line somewhere. That said, seeing the anger building beneath her sadness and lust is almost enough to make you jump back into character. Instead, you muster all of your strength to mumble. "My name's not Cindi. It's Ella."

You hear yourself use your girl name before you realize you thought of yourself that way now. You don't know why you are able to accept it so easily now after years of futilely fighting labels that suggested you were anything less than a paragon of manhood. Sure the clothes and cage and cock have definitely exposed you to a new side of yourself, but it's more than that.

For the first time since you can remember, you aren't ashamed of yourself. You are wearing a cum covered cheerleader's uniform and you have several loving loads leaking down your legs, but you feel paradoxically proud of it. You are finally going after what you want. And you will be damned before you let the witch that helped transform you into your true self call you by another nympho's name. Unfortunately, judging by Vanessa's growing anger, you might be damned anyway. "What are you talking about, CINDI? Are you trying to piss me off so I'll shut your mouth up with cock again?!"

There's nowhere to run in Vanessa's tiny apartment. She has you pinned to the wall and is pushing you down to cram her her thick, throbbing shaft down your throat, still slimy with your ass and her last load. You'd give almost anything to be able to suck it clean until it messes you up, except apparently, your name.

You struggle to speak around Vanessa's cock trying to shut your mouth, "My name is Ella! And I love you! And you don't have to love me, God knows I never have before I met you, but I'm learning to. And maybe...." you pause and to your surprise, Vanessa does too. She looks down at you with a mixture of fury and fear. You've stopped the spookiest gurl in school dead in her tracks but you are tripping on your words.

Knowing if you don't say it now, you might never get the courage again, you continue, "Maybe you could learn to love me too. Maybe you could learn to love yourself. You deserve someone that loves you for you, and not some fucked up fantasy. I will endure the cage, and honestly the teasing and bullying is part of your charm, but...it rips my heart out to see the love in your eyes looking right through me. You are worth a million of the so called catches we've both spent to long lusting after from afar. I won't share you with their ghosts! I'd rather die alone and unloved than see you waste your heart on hollow whores!"

Vanessa staggers back and sits on her well worn mattress. She just sits there for what feels like forever, alternating between jagged sobs and softly cursing to herself. You finally break the cursed silence between you. It's only a few small steps to close the distance between you, but they are fearsome and vast. Elliot never could have made the first step, but Ella closes the gap and gets down on her knees, kissing away Vanessa's tears and looking up lovingly at her. You see her sunny smile break through years of stormy weather. Her voice cracks as she sniffles. "You know you are gonna regret this, don't you, Ella?"

You answer with a kiss, soft and strangely chaste for all the intimacy you've already shared. Vanessa responds with a kiss that makes every tongue twisting, soul sucking lustful liplock feel like a peck on the cheek. It's like a star is exploding in your mouths, white hot, dizzying, terrifying, and too beautiful for words. It's a promise of a new life together, a promise you intend to keep.

(Let me know if you want to see more chapters of the rocky romance with Vanessa)