Sugar finds your spurt spot.

You can't find the strength to stop her, and her hands feel so good exploiting every inch of your new body you haven't dared to explore yourself. You feel so embarrassed to be moaning and whimpering and drooling dumbly after swearing you would be a tough tomboi top just moments before, but it feels like it's been a lifetime since then. Time slows to a syrupy sweet crawl as her dainty digit slides up your ass, setting off a flurry of fireworks inside you as your nyphmo nerve endings sizzle and spark with every illicit inch. Finally, she finds your spurt spot, while simultaneously lapping your sissy sack with her talented tongue and milking your shaft with her treacherous throat.

"Oh MOAN fuck....oh OOH guh AAH guh NNH God! I'm EEEEEEEEEE!" You explode into Sugar's mischievous mouth, your whole body rocked with the powerful eruptions of ecstasy, emptying every last bit of you into the sabotaging sissy switch's hungry hole. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out like some hentai hussy as she continues to mercilessly pound your spurt spot with ever increasing **** and fingers.

Two fingers has you moaning and melting under the flames of passion lapping every inch of your bimboi body from the inside out. Your manly masquerade isn't fooling anyone now, least of all yourself as you buck back against her frigging fingers and drool all over your breasts.

Three fingers filling you has you so hot that you need to rip your top off so that you can grope and squeeze and **** your own breasts now that Sugar has moved all her attention to your ass. You barely notice that she has stopped sucking your sissy shaft, as it feels even better cumming from your cunt than having your balls drained from the source. Your swollen sissy stick jumps and shoots ropes of creamy cum onto the cell floor with out being touched. It almost feels like it is being jerked off from within...only a million times better.

Four fingers has you watch helplessly as Sugar slides around to your side and moves you to your knees. You helplessly hump her hand as she joins you on the ground, crushing her lips against yours and slipping her tongue inside your mouth. You suckle it instinctively, it tastes sweeter than her name and leaves you feeling so submissive and sticky that you are willing to follow her lead, no matter how deep into Hell she drags you. Your breasts crush against hers and your hand finds its way down to slide inside her pants and pull out her pretty pricklette. You could swear someone else is moving your arm as you jerk off the jailbird Jezabel, you wonder if maybe one of the nerves Sugar is prodding is making you move your limbs.

By the time she fits her entire fist inside you, she has truly made you her little fuck puppet. You don't even offer a whimper of objection as she pushes your head down so she can replace her tongue with her gurl cock, which you also instinctively suck. You can't believe you're doing something so submissive, so sickening, so sissyish, but then again, you never could have imagined how inexplicably incredible it feels to suck a throbbing prick, or how wonderful it tastes to have a fist punch your cunt until your sissy clit spurts itself dry. You can barely process the powerful surges of sensation as your throat stretches impossibly around Sugar's hard candy, or how disgustingly, deliciously deep she can go. It's like your throat and asshole were both replaced by cunts and lubricated with liquid lust.

Sugar pats your head and coos, "That's my good lil' butch bitch. Keep suckin' my sausage and fuckin' my fist. I think you might not be such a tough guy after all. Maybe yoose ain't even a pantywaist. Maybe youse is a full blown bottom bitch skirt!" You struggle to think of an answer, even as you discover a second spurt spot in the back of your throat and are shaken by another savage sissygasm. Your mind shuts off completely as it tries and fails to process the powerful orgasms exploding like cluster bombs of climaxes inside your ass and throat, sending sticky sweet shrapnel tearing through you in exquisitely euphoric agony.

Without a thought in your head, you hear yourself cry out,