tagTranssexuals & CrossdressersPorn Princess Ch. 02

Porn Princess Ch. 02

byAndi_Lembke©

When I woke, I was in a bedroom, it was decorated like a little girl's room, pictures of ponies, and unicorns on the pink flowered walls. A shiny green backpack with a unicorn on it hung on the chair that sat in front of a desk, with books and notepads on it. A vanity dresser and mirror, with hair brushes, barrettes, ribbons and or accessories. I wasn't restrained, I was wearing the same clothes I was when Patrick left me to fuck myself into blackness. I quickly checked to see if the mind-numbingly painful shock collar was gone. The damn thing was still locked in place. It was probably Riley's idea to package something this horrid into a pretty pink bondage collar.

I couldn't sit up because of the corset wouldn't let me bend, so I rolled over onto my side and pushed myself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. My stomach and sides hurt, probably from the corset. My tits were barely there. I thought for sure they were pumping me back up. I had perky A cups at best. I caressed them gently. They were a little tender, and it appeared that my nipples were getting larger and darker. The ball gag was gone, but there was something in my ass, I reached back, and found it was a pink jelly butt plug. No panties, and my manhood was still glued down to my disappointment.

There were 5 doors, 3 of them were sliding doors, and the 4th was a regular hinged door, that door had no handle on it, just a bare brushed nickel plate. I didn't see any way to open it. The 5th door was hinged, but had a handle on it. I noticed the tamper proof cameras about the room, and assumed I was probably being watched.

I stood up and explored the room. I slid the first door open, and I shouldn't have been surprised to see that all the clothes in the closet were sissy little girl outfits sized for adult girls. They appeared to all be the same dress but in different colors. I opened the next one to see that, the clothes were sexy teenage school girl outfits, and few anime costumes, a couple of formal dresses, but they were locked behind a thick piece of plexiglass. I could look, but not touch. The third door slid back to reveal stuff one might wear to go clubbing, fetish outfits, PVC catsuits, stuff you'd expect a stripper or porn star to wear, also some elegant evening gowns. It was also locked behind plexiglass. What the fuck was going on here? I went to the dresser, and found the drawers similarly assembled. Everything that was for little girls was accessible, but the older clothes were not. I think I understood where this was going, but up to this point I'd been wrong about everything. The good news was there wasn't anything sexy about the little girl thing for me, so at least I wasn't going to be craving any cock anytime soon.

I opened the 4th door to find a bathroom... of sorts, it had a sink, a bathtub and shower, but the toilet concerned me, it was higher than a normal toilet, and had a large stainless steel butt plug looking thing sticking out of it, as I examined it it occurred to me, that I was to sit on this, with the "plug"up my ass. I assumed it was some kind of torturous bidet. I shuddered.

I jumped as the 5th door buzzed, and I heard the bolt inside snap back. It opened and in walked Riley and Patrick, dressed like they were headed to the office. Riley looked amazing in a tight fitting tan shrunken jacket and matching pencil skirt, with a long v-neck silk blouse underneath, Patrick in a black business suit brandished the remote with a smile, as Riley came to me and caressed my breasts, and kissed me deeply. She was always kissing me, it was weird.

"Morning, Kendra. You must be starving."

I was starving, I couldn't remember the last time I ate anything but cum.

"I kinda am," I mumbled absently.

Patrick gave me a quick shock from the collar. I winced from the intense shock, and gave him a hurtful look.

"Is that any way to talk to your mother?"

I looked at him, and then at her like they were crazy. A more powerful shock made me gasp.

"Sorry, mommy. Yes, I am very hungry," I said apologetically.

Riley beamed like a proud parent. She went to the closet, and laid out a ridiculously girly pink satin Felicia sissy dress, with short bloused sleeves, baby blue lace ruffles all around, and pretty baby blue bow in the center of the neck line, and a ruffled white and electric blue petticoat. She went to the drawer, and got a pretty pastel blue training bra with tiny little pink bows on the straps, and one in the center of the bra.

"Well, breakfast will be ready by the time you get dressed. So come downstairs, when you are presentable."

I looked at the clothes and hesitated.

"Do you need help getting dressed?"

I nodded. Patrick zapped me so hard, I fell to my knees.

"Answer your mother."

"Yes, mommy, please."

Riley grinned, devilishly. She was enjoying this. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and unleashed her cock.

"Okay, sweetie, I just need you to get your chair ready."

I was so confused. Patrick nodded at her cock, and I think I understood. I sank to my knees, and sucked her till she was hard.

"Good girl, Kendra. Now, anytime you need to sit on mommy or daddy's laps, you need to make sure you get us nice and hard so you have somewhere to sit.", Riley said - talking down to me like I was a child or a puppy.

She sat down at the vanity, and motioned me to come over and turn around. She pushed me over and unceremoniously removed the butt plug from my ass. I moaned from the sudden rush of sensation back there. She laid it on the end table and patted her lap, and then grabbed her rod, I sat as she guided me onto her cock. I moaned - feeling her fill me up. She began unbraiding my hair.

"Now this look is for the afternoons only. You will change your hair, 3-4 times a day, depending on whether or not we have company. You will wear your hair like this in the morning.

She pointed to one of the 6 pictures on the vanity mirror. The picture was a girl with unbraided "horn" pigtails her bangs untouched and the pigtail ties bunched high on her head, and towards the back so she looked sweet and innocent. She had a barrette holding back her bangs on one side. Each picture was labeled; Morning for sweet and innocent, Noon for the braided Lolita look I'd had last night, Anime for a pigtail variant with little acrylic balls woven in like Sailor Moon. UpDo for the look I gave myself when I came over last night, Slut for the long, wavy hair-sprayed look I woke up with yesterday, and Glam for a very big haired elegant hairdo. She showed me how to get the sweet and innocent look.

"Now, I'll teach you to do each look, but you'll have to spend time sitting on mommy's lap all week and practice so you can do it yourself, okay sweetie?"

I figured I'd better play along until I could see where this was going.

"Okay, mommy."

Patrick grinned. His little girl was getting the hang of it. I smiled back like a proud little girl. Patrick walked to the bed, and brought my clothes over, and laid them on the dresser. He handed Riley the Bra. She put in on me and latched it in the back. It was really tight, and squished my boobs down to almost nothing.

"Your first training bra. I know you were expecting to have your boobies all pumped up, but after you passed out, We thought it might be from the shock of having such a sudden life change. We were so worried about you, we thought it might be better to acclimate you to being a girl, rather than thrust you straight into submissive slutdom. So we brought you home for you to learn to be a good little girl, first."

Riley sat up, taking me with her. She pulled out of me with a quiet 'pop'. She had me step through the petticoats, and then the dress, which she zipped up. She spun me around to look at me, and clapped gleefully.

"Oh, honey, isn't she just adorable?"

Patrick beamed.

"Daddy's little princess."

I looked in the mirror. Gone was the slut I was yesterday, and an innocent girl in a pretty pink dress, and pigtails stood in her place. As I looked over at Patrick's bulging crotch I had a feeling I was in deep shit.

I suddenly had very bad cramps. I winced and grabbed my stomach.

"Does your tummy hurt, baby?", Riley asked.

"Yes, mommy."

"Need to go potty?"

'Jesus, enough with the baby talk, bitch', I thought. But the cramps got suddenly worse.

"Yes, mommy."

Riley led me to the bathroom, and Patrick picked me up and set me down on the "bidet" with a pronounced pop as it slide up my ass. My feet couldn't reach the floor.

"Now you'll be expected to clean out your hiney from time to time. This will blast a jet of water deep up into you, it might make you feel a little twisted up inside, put after a few minutes it will drain all the grody gunk out of you."

Patrick hit the button on the counter next to me, and I gasped as cold water flooded into my ass, and wound its way deep up into me. I tried to push myself up, but Patrick leaned on my shoulder keeping me firmly panted.

"You have to wait for it to finish honey, other wise you'll make a mess all over those pretty clothes mommy bought you, and get a spanking."

It made the cramps worse. I was cramping so bad I was almost in tears. Patrick let go, but I didn't dare get up. I kicked my feet in frustration, and winced. After what seemed like an eternity, the device flushed like a toilet, and I could feel it drawing everything out of me. The cramping ceased, I felt relieved. And then it sprayed another jet of cold water into me till I cramped up again. I winced in pain as Riley and Patrick smiled patiently. It repeated the process 4 times, then a little bell dinged.

"That's it honey. All done. Now hop off and clean up."

I got up off the bidet, grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my ass. Riley grabbed a pretty pink squeeze bottle off the shelf, and pushed me forward exposing my ass.

"You must always keep your bottom lubed, Kendra. Otherwise you might get hurt."

She squeezed a little of the pink bottle's contents onto a pretty pink jelly dildo she picked up from a rack of assorted dildos, butt plugs, and stuff I didn't recognize, and worked the lube and the dildo into my ass until it slid in and out easily.

"There. perfect."

She then pointed the dildo at my mouth, I looked at her confused. She didn't really expect me to put that in my--

"Open."

I obeyed, and she plopped it into my mouth. It tasted like strawberries. Evidently some sort of edible lubrication. She placed my hand on the dildo and made me take it.

"Get it nice and clean. Your toys need to be cleaned and put away after you use them."

I sucked the dildo till the taste was gone. Then washed it in the sink, and put it back in the rack next to the bidet.

"Good girl, Kendra. I just know you're going to make mommy and daddy so proud some day."

That horrified me.

They took me downstairs to the kitchen, a modern contemporary kitchen with fake windows that shone light in, like it was morning. Clearly we were on a set of some type. Patrick sat on one of the stools, and undid his pants. Riley stood across from him, and took her cock out of her panties as well. Patrick pulled out his rock hard cock.

"Now, Kendra, every morning before breakfast Mommy and Daddy like to have their morning coffee. So every morning you will clean yourself out, lube up your bottom, put your hair in pigtails, dress yourself, come downstairs, skip into the kitchen, and take up position here. You will pleasure us here, until we are satisfied, and then you can eat, is that understood?"

"Yes daddy."

"Good now come here, and get to work."

I walked over, and the shock from my collar brought me to me knees again.

"I said, skip, darling. Now go back to the stairs, and skip into the kitchen and come straight here, for your fucking."

God he was a sick bastard. I ran to the bottom of the stairs, and skipped over to get plugged by my tormentors. Patrick wanted my mouth first, so he fucked my mouth, while Riley slowly fucked me. Then they switched. Riley came in mouth, and held me there by my hair till I swallowed. Patrick pulled out and did the same.

He patted me on the head.

"Kendra, sweetie, I'm so proud of you. Daddy's little cum sucker."

"Thank you daddy," I beamed. I didn't want to risk another shock.

"Now, help daddy get dressed."

I put his cock back in his underwear, pulled up his pants, zipped him up, and buttoned his slacks. I figured Riley would want the same. I turned to her, and tucked her cock neatly into her panties and lowered her skirt. I looked up for her approval. She smiled down at me.

"Somebody's ready for breakfast."

They led me to the dining room, and I stopped in my tracks when I saw what was in there. It had to have been designed by Machiavelli himself. There was a chair. And sitting in it was a male real doll with a dong the size of the one I had in my ass when Patrick left me to fuck myself. Across from him was another Male real doll with a similar sized rod pointing toward the seated one. It was like deja vu. The same configuration Riley and Patrick had been in for my morning fuck. There were sensors all over the room.

"Now Kendra, the way this works is similar to a Kinect controller. It reads your motions and actions as well as pressure, and each time you complete a level, it delivers food. You need to complete all 12 levels to get your meal, and you must finish your meal before you may be excused. It needs power to run, so to deliver your food, you'll need to pump this guy sitting here. Your food has been liquified, and will spurt from this man's big beautiful cock into your mouth. If you spill any on your pretty dress, you will be spanked."

I stood there aghast. I had to play a cock sucking video game to get food, that would squirt through a cock like cum into me, and I had to power the whole thing by bouncing on another guy's cock. My mouth hung open.

Riley grabbed my shoulders and kissed me.

"Don't be afraid sweetie. You handled mommy and daddy so well, you'll do fine here."

She put her arm around me, and walked me over to the machine. And gestured to the sitting doll. I obediently lowered myself onto his cock. Thankfully, my poor ass was already lubed up, cuz it was damn big. I grimaced as I eased down onto it until my cheeks hit his lap.

"Go ahead, start it up," she urged.

I bounced on his cock a dozen or so times, grimacing less with each one, and the video display came on, along with a compressor of some kind, and a power meter so I could see when to crank it back up with my ass. Riley smiled.

"Good girl, Kendra. Now, there's a video here showing you all the proper sucking techniques every good girl should know. When you get a technique right, you pass the level, and you get a treat. When you finish all the levels, you may be excused."

Patrick positioned the standing doll to match the height of my lips. I opened my mouth, and he pushed the delivery cock in. He pat my head, and pinched my cheek.

"Daddy is so proud of you, princess. Every morning after you finish us off, you will skip in here, and have breakfast. You will skip everywhere you go in the morning, okay?"

My mouth was kind of full. I couldn't speak, and since I didn't want to get a 3rd zap. I eagerly nodded, and murmurred a perky, "Mmm, hmm."

"After breakfast you'll sit and practice writing until you have the prettiest, girliest handwriting. You'll also practice braiding your hair, as well as putting it in pigtails and pretty bows, you will play with your toys, and then at 11:30 you'll shower and change into your school girl clothes. You'll come down for lunch. After lunch, you'll spend the afternoon, studying glamour, fashion, make-up, sexual positions, do Pilates, yoga, pole dancing, and watch porn. You may have study partners coming over to help you study from time to time, and of course mommy and daddy will always be there for you if you need help. At 5 you will shower and change into what ever your mother has laid out for you, and come down for dinner, again if you spill anything on your clothes, you will be spanked."

Patrick shook the shock collar remote to make his point.

"In the evening you will entertain guests, in the parlor, after which we'll have family time. The events of family time will be determined by your daily performance, and progress. If you have done all your homework and your chores, family time will be fun, if you have not, or are not progressing into being the rabid cock-hungry slut we intend for you to be, you will not have any fun. All of this is stage one. Complete stage one, and you can move to stage two, and finally on to stage three."

All of this was stage one? It sounded like non-stop pummeling of my ass and mouth. I hated them both. I hated my life. I hated these cocks I had in me. I was certain I'd never lust for cock, or ever think that having one in me was normal, or something I'd want as casually as these fuckers were about sticking them in me. Patrick gestured to a rack of dildos in the hallway.

"Oh, one more thing - your chores. During each segment of the day you are required to fuck and suck 8 cocks per period. Any cock will do. Multitasking is permitted, Meals do not count. If you do not total 24 per day by family time, then family time will be...unpleasant. 8 in your ass, and 8 in your mouth. All the dildos in this house ejaculate a tasty treat, and operate on a stimulus basis, you must get them off, for them to count, and they will of course reward you with a wonderful, creamy lo-carb treat."

Riley gazed at me with a sadistic glint in her gorgeous eyes.

"You'll find snacking on cock to be delicious, sweetie, you really will. I promise that, soon, you'll be so hungry for cock that it'll drive you crazy,"

With a rubber cock in my ass and one in my mouth I found that really hard to believe. Riley patted me on the head.

"Now get to work, sweetie, your breakfast is getting cold."

Patrick turned the video monitors on, and I could see that even this humiliation was being filmed. I bounced on the lap cock to get the power meter up, and watched the instructional video of a porn star licking the head of a man's cock, while slowly stroking it, I mimicked what I saw. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down on it. I followed suit. I heard a ding, and the cock began spurting something into my mouth, it tasted almost like a cross between tapioca pudding and cake batter. It was very sweet. I eagerly swallowed it all.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. At least the "cum" was tasty. I pumped up the power, and watched the next video. This one was of a girl, using two hands and twisting as she moved her mouth up and down on the cock. I did the same for a few minutes- another ding, and more tasty jizz shot into my mouth. Wow, this was going to be easy.

"Now the first few will be easy, but by the end you'll need to be able to bounce and suck simultaneously. And no spilling, sweetie. That dress costs a lot to clean."

I knew they were setting me up, just to punish me. I hated them both, but I was determined not to get shocked or "spanked" as they seemed to be calling it. Each level was progressively harder to pull off and required more power from my ass each time. I handled each challenge, and the resulting blast of goo with no problems, until level 12, when it required so much power that I was bouncing furiously, and found myself getting off. I moaned with ecstasy as I fucked myself, trying to stay on target as I stroked the food delivery cock, and periodically deep throated it while still bouncing. I hoped like hell the ding wouldn't come while I was orgasming, other wise it'd go all over me. I came so hard, and closed my eyes, and then the ding came. I quickly covered the cock with my mouth, moaning in ecstasy as I drank down the last of my breakfast. My head spun, as I sat there dazed.

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