Chapter Nine
Sissy
The room spins in a rhythmic wave that lulls me deeper into the space I have descended into. I can feel my pulse and breaths pick up with every beat that pounds through my veins and heart. It’s a steady beat that makes me feel like I can get up and take over the world … if only I could move.
My body suddenly shifts; every movement pushing me deeper into the mattress until I move further up the bed. At first I wonder if I’m dancing to the beat until I remember that it’s my heart thumping that quickly and that I’m not moving.
I strain to pay attention, to know what is going on around me. That’s when I hear it. The heavy breathing. The grunts. The wetness on my inner thighs as I try to close my legs. The hot breaths huffing on my face.
I’m not making those sounds. I’m not panting heavily. And I’m sure as hell not gushing fluids from between my legs.
As the room slows down, my eyes focus on a sweaty Lydia half laying, half hovering over me. Her eyes roll up into her head as a high pitch keening escapes between her open lips that drip saliva on my collar bone. The long trail of slobber glistens as it sways every time she’s pushed against me, making a thick, swirly wet design on the top of my breast. I can feel the drops rolling down between them.
With every grunt and thrust, I gain more control over myself. Once I can control my vision, I turn my eyes to Mark. Sweat beads his brow, soaking into his hairline and dripping down onto Lydia’s back. My heart continues to move along with his breakneck pace. Each thump matches his hips that pounds against her ass.
The entire scene disgusts me and turns me on at the same damn time. I don’t even know what to think about anything anymore. I know one thing for certain: I will do whatever it takes to never do whatever Mark forced me to snort early. As soon as the powder hit the back of my nose and slid down my throat like acid, my entire world came to a hyper-focused stop. My vision, my hearing, my heartrate, my damn thoughts all became what felt like one cohesive collective, then spiraled into the brightest darkness I have ever known.
I saw movement. I called out into the blinding light for someone to help me. Maybe, just maybe, I had died. It sure felt like a place that could be considered the other side. Maybe an angel would come collect me. Maybe God.
Or maybe a devil will greet me. A handsomely sadistic fucker with a horse cock who knows that I hurt him and he wants his comeuppance.
“I’m kind of glad you tried to kill me earlier.” He slid his tongue down my neck and along the low-cut opening of my shirt to my cleavage. “Now I get what I want in exchange for my silence. And I’ll get it whenever I want.”
I could barely register much after that, but I could feel him spread my legs. I could feel him poking and prodding. I could hear him spit and feel the coolness of it as he spread it between my holes. I screamed as he attempted to stick his massive cock into my ass.
Then everything went black. Until now. Until I came to with Lydia being fucked like a two-cent whore on top of me. As thankful as I was that it wasn’t me, I wanted it to be me just as bad.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Lydia’s knee digs into my upper thigh and a cramp begins to twist the muscle in my leg. I whimper and try to pull away, but my leg doesn’t respond. Lydia does though.
Her eyes widen as my lips try to move. She shakes her head slightly, the remaining spittle dangling from her lips sways above my face and makes me cringe. Lydia leans down and wipes her mouth on my pillow. Her shoulder puts pressure on my throat as Mark continues to plow her from behind, his balls smacking my pubic bone with every thrust. The dampness left behind cools and sends a shiver through my already sensitive body.
Lydia’s face rubs against mine as her hot lips touch my ear. She smells strongly of coffee, as if I could turn my face to hers and sip it from her lips. But before she can say anything, I shush her. She stiffens, and I fear Mark will realize that I’m awake.
“Relax,” I whisper next to her ear. She instantly loosens back up and lets out a fake moan when Mark groans. “I got us into this, I’ll get us out.”
A sarcastic look crosses her face as she sways above me. She has some smartass remark to make, but luckily she’s keeping it to herself. Instead, her eyes cross as Mark hits the right spot, and she throws her head back and mewls.
I glance over her shoulder and find Mark staring at me. He smiles as Lydia comes back to reality from where ever his cock had taken her to. He sucks his lip between his teeth and smirks at me.
My heart stills as his eyes lock with mine and tells me everything he wants to say with that one look. I swear my vagina blisters under his scorching gaze.
“Yeah! She’s finally awake,” Mark says, getting excited. “Time to have some fun.” A growl escapes his throat as he pulls out of Lydia, his dick glistening with her cum, and pulls on my ankles until I’m out from beneath her. “Who wants to be Daddy’s dirty girl?”
Dirty girl?
I glance behind me at Lydia, on her hands and knees above me, her battered vagina pulsing with her last orgasm.
“Awe, so sweet. No wonder I scare you,” he says, stroking his massive, wet cock. “You bat for the other team. Doesn’t matter. I’m still fucking both of you.”
He flips me over and I grab Lydia’s hips to keep from going ass-to-mouth with her. She falls beneath me and I topple on top of her.
“Go along with it,” I whisper to her so quietly I wonder if I even said it aloud at all.
Lydia’s brows pull together. I’m not sure if she heard what I said or if I confused her by it. Regardless, I prepare to move into action. Mark steps up between my legs. His now dry, cum soaked cock bumps against my thigh. I quiver when it jerks, bobbing up down and slapping my skin. His booming laugh fills the room.
“Handle bars. Love it.” He grabs hold of my pigtails. “You better get used to this, little Sissy, Daddy’s gonna be doing it a lot.”
He wastes no time attempting to ram his man meat into my pussy. Over and over again, he spits and rams, making me cry out in pain that I’ve felt before.
Lydia watches from beneath me with forced sympathy in her eyes. I can tell she feels sorry for me, but I can also tell that she blames me for the entire situation. I should have left her alone. I should have stayed in my hidey hole.
As Mark grunts and swears and sings praises to God about my tight hole, I lay against Lydia and begin stroking her skin, nuzzling her neck, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
At least Mark thinks they are sweet nothings. With every sentence I whisper into her ear, he grows harder and pounds faster, directing us to fuck each other in front of him as he fucks me.
Little does he know that he’s not getting off on the kisses and caresses we share. He’s getting off on us plotting his murder. Who knew it could be such a beautiful thing.
