Chapter 77

Seeing someone else wearing the tight, plastic catsuit… you could finally appreciate the strange, ethereal beauty to it. The way it clung to every cleft and curve, accentuating and yet also improving upon the base, human shape within. It glistened in such an oily manner, as if it had been spilled over and painted on to the teen girl, instead of squeezed into. Her every blossoming angle was picked out in utterly unsubtle relief. A walking vision of the perverse imagined perfection that a female form might be.

Emily was blindly guided up onto the wide shop counter, just as you had been. Once again Frank fussed about here and there, making sure every inch fit exactly as it should. You note the liberties he took with his hands crawling into every intimacy his 'customer' had, your own skin remembering the recent experience well. You could also recall how electrifying that must feel, to one not yet used to the touch and grope of others. Those first few steps down the path of submission were terrifying… but you almost missed them now. Feeling the panicked flutter of your heart every time someone took some new advantage over you. The cheek-burning embarrassment mixed with strange, new internal longings you never before believed could dwell within you. Even thinking about it now, so many years on, sent a shiver and a rise through your body. You'd do it all over again, if given the chance, that you were sure of. You could only hope this new, young innocent was truly the same.

As with your iteration, Emily's catsuit had a zip-down flap in the rear… one that was now swiftly undone to expose the eighteen year old's intimacies to the world.

"Shall we give her a warm up?" Grinned Esmerelda wickedly, the whole plethora of varying sextoys in the local area glinting in her eyes.

Terry baulked at this, bless his kind soul. Uttering an objection despite his purchased existence.

"But… didn't you say she's a virgin?!"

The Mayor's daughter only laughed.

"With actual people, yeah… but you should see some of the things I've watched her shove inside herself! Coz of that regressive prude she calls a father, her and her mom have got vibes and dildos hidden all over the house. She's told me: as soon as he leaves, they just whip em out, shove one in and sit there in the lounge across from one another… buzzing."

It was a ridiculous scenario to imagine… yet having lived in the same sort of luxuriously damaged household, you couldn’t help but believe it could be true. Two women trapped in a gilded cage, choosing to get what they needed mechanically without ever acknowledging the problem. Perhaps reading a book or watching television while cleaning maids bustled about and no-one even mentioned the muffled whirring noises. You could imagine how excited Emily might have been to have finally made a friend who she could talk to about these things; who would even encourage her to show off how large a dildo she had trained herself to handle. It really was just the same as your stepsister offering you more skirts and panties to try on after she'd caught you the first time.

Back in the present, Esmerelda had indeed persuaded Frank to let her 'taste test' a bunch of his products on her unaware friend. You wondered if the girl could guess what was happening outside her world of silence and darkness, before the first surprised gasp made it all very obvious. Some great, gyrating proboscis was buried to its hilt in the young girl’s sex. Its battery pack waving rhythmically in the air as presumably the business end stirred her insides into a froth. This was soon followed by a stick of large beads driven uncompromisingly into her anal passage… clearly there was no hole that the Mayor’s daughter considered off-limits in this casual acquaintance of hers.

A statement that proved all the more true as she ordered Terry up onto the counter too, perhaps in response to his half-hearted rebellion earlier:

“Go on, you might look like a disney princess… but I’ve seen what’s hanging between your legs. Fuck her throat for a bit, so she knows what Daddy’s friends are gonna be like!”

Reluctantly, the gentle femboy obeyed. If not just because it was an order from someone who’d paid for your bodies, but also because it was true: whatever happened here the ‘party’ to come was almost certainly going to be worse.

He pulled aside both thong and fishnet stockings, unleashing a weapon you knew well. For all that your lover was as feminised as you these days… his last bastion of manhood remained far more impressive than yours. It embarrassed him, you knew… to be so outwardly girlish but still struggle to smuggle away a package that would make many cis boys jealous. However, the customers seemed to enjoy that dichotomy, so there was little hope that Skeg would look into changing it. Secretly, you also hoped he kept such a fine example of that which you craved, though obviously you would support anything that made him happy.

However, as he lined himself up with Emily’s open, moaning gullet… you wondered how she would handle what was to come. For many, many practical explorations had taught you that however timid and tender a soul Terry was; when something was required of him he couldn’t help but go all out. You had felt the ****, gurgling, gagging joy of him thrusting himself down your throat. His balls bouncing off your chin as his flesh twitched and throbbed within the tight confines of your oesophagus. The **** struggle for air through your nose, yet wonder of feeling him finally let go and just enjoy the furious sensations you were sharing.

You watched Emily’s shuddering form go through all that, heightened by the lack of sight and sound. While Frank and Esmerelda shoved phallic object after phallic object into her other end. Beneath your belt-thin skirt you felt your own tiny excuse for a penis ooze precum into its thong, undoubtedly jealous that for once all this erotic stimulation was not happening to you. Until at last your femboy lover came, spilling his seed into the gullet that enclosed him. You could see the lump in the girl’s throat through its tight plastic wrapping as she gulped in every last spurt.

As soon as he could manage it, Terry pulled himself free… letting the poor thing gasp for air. She burbled and drooled incoherently for a few seconds, sucking in air like she'd never tasted it before. Yet the first true words that slipped from her lips really sealed her fate then and there:

"T-thank you… Can I h-have some more?" Emily whispered, half deliriously. Another born submissive, just waiting to be exploited.