Naked and Afraid

I woke up face first in unfamiliar sheets. I was naked. I never sleep naked.

Oww!

A sore pain emitted from my asshole. The memories came flooding back. It was all so clear now. That disgusting penis she shoved down my throat. How painfully she drilled through my rear.

My virginity. It… its gone. I feel so violated.

I leaped out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. The frigid beams of water crashed on my back as I frantically scrubbed my skin. But even the harsh soap couldn’t expunge this taint I felt. The feeling of violation, of being used and debased. I wanted to return to my innocence, my virginity. I want to feel clean again. I need to feel clean.

Stepping out of the shower, I glanced at my self in the foggy mirror. My eyes were dull and lifeless, like a doll's eyes. Is this what I have become?

The door creaked open. It was her. Lola Rafflesia.

AAAHHH!!!

The high-pitched wail echoed off the tile walls of the bathroom. My body instinctively curled into the fetal position, making sure to protect my butt by pressing it against the bathroom wall.

Lola, wearing only her dirty panties and bra from the night before, looked at me cowering in fear as she stepped into the bathroom. Her cock was rock hard.

“Cutie, it’s just me. Cutie? Billie!” She spoke.

I let out a shaky breath, still unable to meet her gaze. “Pl-please don’t hurt me, again!”

"What?" Lola responded mildly confused. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Her voice sounded sincere, almost tender, and despite everything we'd been through, I found myself wanting to believe her. But my body still ached, and every sting reminded me of how violated I felt.

"I heard you come out of the shower. I was just walking in so I could reapply your ointment."

My head snapped up at that. The ointment. Of course. She had given me some goo for my sore rear last night. "Oh..." was all I managed to say, feeling foolish now.

I let out a shaky breath, still unable to meet her gaze. "o-okay" I whispered.

Lola squeezed some anorectal ointment on to her fingers.

"Here, turn around," she instructed gently.

With trembling hands, I presented my naked backside to her. As she began to smooth the ointment over my sore entrance and tight little hole, a strange sensation washed over me. I started to moan slightly.

"Mmmmhhnn... just like that..." she purred, her fingers massaging my entrance. "So fucking needy..."

"You know, last night was your first time being treated like this. Like a real slut. And trust me, it gets worse from here. But that's okay because you can handle it," she assured me, as her finger dug deeper into my asshole. "You're stronger than you think, and every time we push you past your limits, you come back even better. It's all part of your transformation."

Her words began to sink in, and for the first time since everything had started, they didn't sound entirely unreasonable. Maybe she was right; maybe I could handle more. Maybe this pain was necessary for my education. Maybe I was stronger than I thought I was.

"Wow! Look at that," she remarked, examining my hole. "It's healing! You'll be ready for me soon enough..." Her free hand moved to stroke along my inner thigh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. "Just remember, Billie..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "...I have needs too."

Glup!

As Lola finished applying the ointment, I carefully turned back around to face her. My cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment. "Th-thank you Miss Lola," I stammered.

She smiled warmly. "Your welcome, Cutie. Now on the subject of Mia. I promised I'd help you smooth things over with her. And I've got the perfect idea! Why don't you make her a big breakfast."

The thought perked me up instantly. A breakfast? That...that actually doesn't sound half bad. "O-okay!" I nodded eagerly. "I can do that!"

"We're a little low on kitchen supplies. No ones gone grocery shopping since the last sissy left, but you should be able to make something work. Also don't get dress yet. If I know Mia, waking up to the smell of a home-cooked breakfast by a sissy only wearing an apron would drive her nuts. And if your ass is feeling better, maybe later you can make her dinner too!"

Her words sent a small thrill down my spine. If she thinks it'll help, I'll try it...

With that, Lola whooshed off her "clothes" and stepped into the bathtub.

With renewed determination, I stepped out of the bathroom. Maybe, just maybe, I could turn this all around.

Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, I was reminded of how filthy Mia and Lola made this living room. Trash was everywhere. There was suspicious sticky crust all over the floor. The tower of last night's pizza boxes on the living room table threatened to topple over onto Mia, who was still sleeping on the couch. Even from here, I could see that the kitchen sink was overflowing with dirty dishes.

Instead of feeling overwhelmed, though, a strange calm washed over me. My mind went into overdrive. A mental checklist began to form. Floors – a quick vacuum followed by mopping with a disinfectant solution. Trash – a biohazard suit might be necessary, but multiple bags were a definite start. Kitchen – bleach, I'd need bleach. Lots of bleach.

Woah! Almost got lost there. I still have a breakfast to make.

I settled on cleaning just enough dishes, so I could get started cooking. I put on the pink apron Lola was talking about. The fridge was limited, but there was enough to make what I was planing: Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, buttermilk biscuits. The main dish would be pancakes served Baulen-style with any fruit that miraculously wasn't spoiled.

Cooking naked feels weird, but not in a bad way. I'm just more aware of my body and its movements. The sweat that glistens on my bare skin when I cook over the stove. The tiny goosebumps that raise when I open the fridge. All the jiggling and bouncing when I reach for things. It's...it's actually kind of hot.

It kind of reminds me of that episode of 'Lacey's Secret Garden' where Lacey accidentally cooked a meal for a futa she liked in nothing but her underwear.

Yup! This is definitely the life for me.

The smell of food wafted through the house waking Mia from her slumber.

"Mmmmhhnn," she moaned softly and stretched like a cat. "What's that smell?"

"It's breakfast, Mistress," I smiled brightly.

Her gaze glues to my naked body, lingering on your round ass and thighs. A rock hard tent begins to grow in her sweatpants. My heart flutters at the sight; she's finally interested in me again.

"Oh, I see you're fully awake now," I purred, enjoying the view of her tented sweatpants.

Her cheeks flushed pink.

"Mia!" yelled Lola from the hallway. "I'm out of the shower!"

That seemed to snap Mia out of it. She quickly glanced at the door and then back at me, a conflicted expression on her face. "You...you..."

"Come on Mia!" Lola yelled again. "The water is getting cold."

"O-Okay," Mia stuttered.

Without another word, Mia headed toward the bathroom. She practically ran, her movements a little more frantic than usual. A sense of accomplishment washed over me. Judging by her reaction, it seems Lola's plan worked perfectly.

Lola herself walked into the kitchen shortly thereafter, clad in her school uniform: a crisp white button-down blouse, a black skirt that reached mid-thigh, and a deep purple blazer emblazoned with the university crest. Her damp hair was clinging to shoulders.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she sniffed the air. "Those pancakes smell delicious!"

"I saw Mia running. Looks like things will work out," she smiled coyly, gesturing toward my rear. "Oh! You might want to wear your uniform. It's probably not very ladylike to walk around naked on the first day of school."

"Yes, Miss Lola." I replied dutifully, returning her grin. With a quick hop, I entered my bedroom. My own school uniform was similar but I had a baby blue blazer. The rest was the same, a white button up and black skirt, but just a touch shorter. The outfit also included a training bra. My flat chest didn't need the support, but I still put it on anyway. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at Lola's more "developed" figure. Maybe I should go on hormones? It might be nice to have breasts.

With a final adjustment to my clothes and a light dusting of makeup to enhance my features, I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. Not bad, not bad at all. The uniform looked rather flattering on me, especially with the way it accentuated my petite frame. Hopefully this should keep Mia interested.

I walked down the hall carrying my book bag. Both women were already eating at the dining table. A radiant smile spread across Lola's face as she looked up at me.

"Ooh, you look absolutely adorable in your uniform!" she gushed. "Just like a well-behaved sissy should."

My cheeks flushed with pride. "Thank you, Miss Lola," I replied, taking a seat beside her.

Mia, on the other hand, barely acknowledged my presence. She wore the same uniform as Lola, albeit more sloppily. Her mind appeared elsewhere as she quickly shove forkfuls of food into her mouth. At least she liked something I made. The aroma of my freshly cooked pancakes is making my stomach grumble. As I dug into my own breakfast ready to take my first bite, Lola stopped me.

"Oh, don't you forget your manners, dear," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "In the Empire, it's customary for a sissy to give her futas blowjobs before eating."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really?"

"Of course, silly! It's just how we do things here." Lola smiled, lying through her teeth.

"Okay, then."

Damn, my throat is still sore from last time.

With a small gulp, I got to work. After all, I didn't want to disappoint. Slowly and carefully, I moved under the table and I leaned forward, flipping back the skirt and lowering Lola's panties until they were around her ankles. Then, kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her hardening member and began to service it with vigor, determined to show both futanari that I belonged here. That I could be the perfect little sissy for them. I stuck my tongue underneath her foreskin. That pungent salty fishy flavor hit my taste buds.

It was bad. The head's completely covered in smegma. But how? She just took a shower.

"Sorry about that, Cutie," Lola giggled. "I've always had some issues remembering to wash underneath. But that doesn't bother you, right?"

"Of course not," I lied.

This time the smegma was much creamier and whiter due to its freshness. I closed my lips around the cock head and began to bob my head up and down, slowly taking more of her cock inside my mouth. Her scent filled my nostrils.

She moaned above me, her fingers threading through my hair. "Oh, my little cocksucker," she purred, rocking her hips slightly. "You're such a good sissy..."

"You know," Lola panted. "My cock hasn't tainted or violated you. It's only shaping you into something beautiful."

Her words echoed in my mind like a mantra. This was part of being a good sissy; enduring her taste, her filth, and her control. With each thrust of my head, I took more of her length into my mouth, determined to prove my devotion. Pressing forward until my nose touched her forest of damp pubic hair. The feel of my face smushed against her musky mound sent shivers down my spine. I began to move faster, sucking and licking and nuzzling in every way I could think of.

"Mmmhhnn..." She gasped, her hands tightening in my hair. "Yes... like that..." Her hips bucked wildly, slamming the back of my skull against the top of the table. "So fucking good..."

I moaned around her cock as pleasure coursed through my body from being used in this way. It was obscene and degrading and wonderful all at once. This was who I was becoming, and I embraced it with everything I had. For Lola, for myself.

And then there was Mia. I could feel her gaze on me, assessing, weighing. Was she jealous? Envious? Or was it disgust mixed with arousal? I couldn't tell. As I serviced Lola, I glanced up at Mia, searching for some sign of approval, but her expression remained unreadable.

With a throaty groan, Lola arched her back, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Fuuuuck," she hissed, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her whole body trembled, and then she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw. "...Cum!"

Her hips snapped forward, driving deep into my mouth, and I felt hot syrup explode against the back of my tongue. I pulled out just enough to avoid **** on her cum, and then swallowed it all down. As her release subsided, she panted heavily above me, one hand moving to stroke my cheek.

"Oh, my little slut..." she breathed, still catching her breath. "That was... just... what I needed..." Her fingers curled into my skin, massaging my cheekbone. "Thank you, Cutie."

She leaned down, pressing our foreheads together. "You are such... a good sissy..."

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, her praise filling me with warmth. It wasn't much, but it was something. I had done well. I had pleased her. I had helped her. And that made it all worthwhile.

"Now ask Mia if she wants a blowjob."

I nodded enthusiastically before turning toward Mia, who still seemed distant and distracted. "Mistress?"

Mia glanced down to me, her eyes dazed. "Hmm?"

"Do you want a blow job?" I asked hopefully.

A faint frown appeared on her lips. "Sure, sissy," she murmured apathetically.

I eagerly crawled over to Mia, positioning myself between her legs. As I removed her panties, her musk hit my nostrils. Somehow, even though she just took a shower, she smelled far worst than Lola. And her cock is gross. Not crusty like before, but very clammy.

I took Mia's cock in my hands and began to stroke it gently, feeling the heat radiating from her groin. Smegma extruded out of the pinhole in her phimosis snout. It was fresher, whiter, and fluffier than before. Last time, when I gave Mia a blowjob, she got mad that I gagged at her dirty disgusting cock. This time, I'll pretend it taste delicious. She watched me intently as I darted my tongue into the tiny slit on her foreskin.

It was extremely tight and tasted surprisingly far worst than before. That fish oil yogurt taste was more potent. Its insane to think that her old smegma "flavor", the same one that haunted my dreams, had actually dulled over time. I was barely holding back my gag reflex.

I looked up at her. She wasn't happy. I have to try harder.

I sloshed my tongue around her bulb pretending to relish in its flavor.

"Mmmhhnn..." I strained. "So good..."

I looked up at her again. Is it just me or does she seem a little angry? Better speed this up.

I slipped my warm, wet mouth over her length. Eagerly sucking more of her cock with each downward thrust, my performance was impeccable.

I looked up at her once more. Her teeth were gritted and she's visibly fuming. She must be more backed up than I thought. Time to wrap this up.

My mouth moved faster, my lips stretched impossibly wide around her girth, and then, finally, with a sharp gasp of air, she came, spurting hot cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop of that battery acid greedily, **** to please her, to fulfill her needs.

"Thank you, Mistress," I smiled holding back my revulsion. "It was delicious."

I felt a teardrop land on my forehead. Mia was... giggling.

Hehehe

It was off. The laughter was hollow, lacking warmth or joy. Something dark was rattling inside of her.

"M-Mistress?"

"Mia..." Lola said trying to bridge the chasm rapidly opening between us. "Isn't Billie great. That has to be one of the best blowjobs you ever had, right?"

"Yes..." Mia stretched her lips into something resembling a smile. "She is a good sissy."

Something feels wrong! I didn't get the warm feeling I normally receive when Lola says those words.

"Now tell me. Would you do anything for your mistress? No matter how degrading or painful." Her hand grabbed my chin, moving my head up to meet her gaze.

I swallowed convulsively, my throat raw from all the sucking. "Anything," I croaked out, forcing each word past the pain. "I will do anything you ask."

Her smile widened. She tilted my head back to expose my neck. "Then show me," she breathed, her hot breath tickling across my skin. "Show me how devoted you are."

Her fingers closed around my neck, pressing painfully hard against my windpipe.

"I want you to hold your breath," she commanded, her voice menacing."And you can't breathe until I let go of your neck. Got it?"

"Mia, that's a little ****, don't you think?" Lola commented.

"Lola, I want this sissy to prove her devotion to me." Mia said. "You will do this right?"

Terror flashed across my eyes, but I myself **** to nod. "Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, sissy. Prove yourself."

The seconds ticked by each one feeling like an eternity. I could hear my starving lungs begging me to breathe. My vision began to blur at the edges, her head spinning with the effort to maintain control.

Her grip grew rougher, harder, crueler. "Is this all you have?" She squeezed tighter, digging her nails into my flesh.

"Mia, maybe we should stop now? This is getting too..." Lola's voice trembled with worry.

"Shut up!" she hissed. "This is my turn now!"

But despite the agony, I didn't dare disobey. I couldn't. Not now... woah! Why is everything going black? Hehe. I feel funny...

SMACK!!!

With a growl of frustration, Mia slapped me across the face, hard enough to throw me to the other side of the table.

"I can't stand this!" she screamed. "I can't stand having a sissy who does everything I ask without question, without complaint! You make me sick!"

"Mia! What the fuck are you doing!?"

"YOU SEE LOLA! You see! Its nothing but a broken toy! A worn-out cumrag!" Mia continued.

Her words carved into my skin, leaving scars of shame and self-loathing. Tears streamed down my coughing and wheezing face.

"Why do you always have to ruin a good thing!"

"That thing would have let me kill it! With a smile on its face! It'd probably say 'Thank You' afterwards too, somehow."

Lola and Mia continue to argue but its all just white noise in my ears. I don't get it. I try my best to obey them, to be the perfect sissy they wanted. The perfect sissy I want to be. But no matter how hard I try, it seems like I only end up in pain. Even when I thought I did well, it turns out it was never enough.

"She was willing! Mia! When's the last time you've had a sissy like that?"

"Lola, I don't understand how you can get any pleasure from fucking a rag-doll like that!"

Her words before were a lie. She's not shaping me into something beautiful. She can't. I'm just a cumrag. A broken toy.

I'm not strong. I can't handle it. I'm weak. I'm a failure.

As fast as my aching legs could carry me, I scurried out the door. Leaving behind rivers of my pain.