Surrender sweetly to your .

Why fight the inevitable? You've proven your worst enemy right and delivered yourself on a silver platter to him, all wrapped up in a pretty package to boot. Brad's cock is throbbing so hard inside you, that you can feel his pulse. You feel your pantied prick ready to explode and you know it's a matter of seconds before a real man fucks the cum out of you and proves what everyone has always said about you. You're a wimp, too weak to stand up to the shrimpy slut kissing your manhood goodbye as she feeds you her tongue. You are a sissy, so turned on by playing dress up and a little girl on gurl action that you went gay without a fight. You are a loser, selling yourself into sexual servitude for an empty promise and a kiss. But what a kiss...

Letting Maddie take the lead makes the kiss even hotter. The way she holds your head in her tiny hands and teases you with her tongue, licking your lips then withdrawing it, drawing weak whimpers and mewling moans before kissing you so hard and deep it hurts your tonsils. You feel this odd sense of freedom in submission. You are letting the subbiest, sluttiest girl in school take control of you, which frees you from struggling to perform the impossible task of pretending to be a man, pretending to be strong, pretending you could ever win. Why bother when you are doomed to fail? And when losing feels so good...

"That's a good girl. Just relax and let the magic happen." Brad sounds almost gentle as he slowly pulls his thick cock out of your ass, inch by excruciating inch. His advice is sound, giving in and going soft and pliable makes it easier to accommodate his girth. You begin to feel unexpected tingles as his bulbous head hits a sweet spot in you. Nerve endings you never knew existed cry out in agony, but with a note of something new, something exciting, as his cock caresses your taut tender tissue. The real pain comes when Brad pulls out entirely and rubs his cockhead against your puckering hole. You moan like a beaten bitch begging an alpha to breed her, but he just holds you tight and snarls, "Fucking slut! I knew it! You act like you're doing me a favor, like you're fucking me for her, but really you just want to be owned."

Brad slides his shaft between your cheeks and Maddie looks up at you with her green eyes gleaming behind her glasses. "Is that true, 'master'? Are you just using me as an excuse to get to Brad's boner? Are you a sissy slut that needs to be collared and filled with cock? Because I can't give you that...but I can watch...and share...and feed you fat, fucking meat missles until you lose all cognitive capacity and turn into a braindead bimbo. Honestly, seeing you go full faggot would turn me on more than you ever could as a man. If you want, you can tell yourself you're doing it for me."

You hurt so bad from just one thrust of your bully's dick, and it is so humiliating to have this luscious little lynx coo about making you gay for her, but that only makes it sound so much sweeter. A sick, broken, beta bitch part of you is growing more excited with every sting and slur. You have to know how bad Brad can hurt you and what happens when it starts to feel good. You are dying to see this perfect petite pervert increasingly aroused as you sink deeper and deeper in degradation and depravity.

You look deep into her eyes as she slides out from under you, drinking in her disgust and desire and feeling dizzy and drunk and delirious. She stands over you, suddenly seeming so much taller than she was before. Feeling smaller than you ever have before you break down, begging, "Please fuck the cum out of me, Master! I'll do anything you want! Dress as slutty as you want, my mouth and ass will be drooling and ready anytime you want to shove your cock in them or share them with friends! I want Maddie to see me go gayer and gayer for her! Please make me gay with your dick!"

"Huh...that sounds more like your wishlist than mine, but whatever. I can always give you to a second stringer on the team or lend you out as a party favor. I don't think I can make you any gayer than you already were, but I can promise you won't have any more illusions of straightness after this. Oh, and by the way, her name is Maggie, short for Magdelene." You see Maggie, not 'Maddie', nodding and smiling as Brad slides back inside you, sealing the deal and your fate. The pain is still searing, but now it feels like a white hot, yet welcome, brand burning your new role into you body and soul. He isn't even halfway in when he hits your sweet spot again. This time, it sets off a chain reaction, that along with the horny homohumiliation and the realization that you've been ensnared in a vengeful vixen's honey trap all this time, causes you to cum so hard your eyes cross and you go blissfully blank.

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"Oh my MMPH Gawd! She's had a KISS neurological meltdown and full SHHLP somosomatic seizures on your SUCK shaft, Master! Should we tell her that I LICK could have been MMPH 'free' from you anytime I AAH asked? Or let her think SLURP she did this for MOAN me?" Maddie asks Brad between kisses. You can't process the words between the savage sissygasms fry your circuits and melt you down to a mindless, moaning mound of fuck flesh. You probably wouldn't care anyway. Such casual cruelty and utter disdain is what a **** of a **** like you deserves, what you crave. And with Maggie as your Mistress and Brad as your Master, you will get plenty of **** to lap up lovingly.

Meanwhile you suck on Maggie's toes while Brad floods your cunt with copious cum, christening you as his ****. You fall to the floor, content and cooing as he lift your minuscule Mistress into the air and starts slamming her on his still steel hard shaft. You drift dreamily between your waking wet nightmare slash dream cum true and merciful blissed out bimbo blankness, sticking your tongue out to catch Maggie's squirts as Brad pounds her harder than you ever dared dream. Your last thoughts before unconsciousness claims you are...

It feels like a kiss...

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