The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 34

She felt Denver's dick leaking.

'Nothing a tiny tissue couldn't handle' she thought to her self.

She slid down melting in the post coital glow. The vibrator hung out of her pert ass. She hated her self that this but was currently the only way she could cum these days.

She looked over to the mirror.

"Yeah I'm a bad girl. I've been a very bad girl, Mother." She said to her self looking at the black rivers running down her cheeks.

"Speaking of which" Rachel said to her self looking around. A thought had occurred in her head. Charlie had left Richard the larger dildo and a number of vibrators in her apartment downstairs while she was away. One was the size of Logan's cock. The thought of it made her drawl. The idea of Richard in her wider bigger deeper felt like a huge turn on, as did the idea of having another large one in her mouth. That was bad. Very bad, it was dirty, revolting and horney. She craved another fuck like a stranded man in the desert needed water.

Rachel rolled on to her back and felt her breasts' weight shift on her chest. She pulled the pegs off her nipples and took a deep breath. Going to Charlie's room in the Thornbury would mean getting dressed. It would mean possibly being seen. Levant was away, he might come back at any second and surprise her. That felt slightly horney also slightly terrified. If found he would use it against her. She wondered if she could ask room service to do it. She wanted them so badly but she didn't want to move. She was rich, why did she have to move if she wanted something?

"Deliveroo would you save me?" She said looking to her phone.

Rachel pulled her dick up. "Your a fat lot of use." She said to it. "Seriously look at your self. You're going to have to do better or you might as well bein sculpted into a cunt hole."

She had a conversation with Mimi and Glenda the nutritionist then the doctor. They had described in detail the gender affirming surgery. The penus ended up being cut down and edited into a generous clit. Mimi was convinced she had stronger clit orgasms now than before.

"Yeah what was that?" She said talking to it "Its not you its the pills? No I don't think they are going to stop any time soon. You need a new excuse. A fresh, shiny excuse.. Or you're getting replaced with silicon."

She waved her breasts at it.

"After all these are silicon. You can be too. Got that Mr?"

She got up and staggered to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and picked up her dangling flesh.

"We used to have such fun together. Remember when you could hit that. From over there? That was hot." Rachel said, pointing the mirror and the floor. She leaned against the sink shelf and checked herself out in the mirror.

"Now," she added, slumping down the side of the shower to the floor. "Now. I get more pleasure from my sphincter." Rachel said, holding her dick up. "How do you feel coming second place to my ass hole?"

Rachel wondered if this was her fault. Denver hadn't been celibate, but he had felt masturbation was somehow unlucky. Something always went wrong after masturbating. Their apartment wasn't well built, and Denver was sure his mother could hear if he did. That, plus assorted Biblical injunctions about spilling speed from church, made him rather reluctant. It wasn't as he could look at much porn. No wifi at home. He had a dozen reasons, but he hadn't really done it much until he met Charlie.

"Charlie is hot. Is it bad I am hotter?" Rachel said, looking at herself. She cupped her own breast. She looked very slutty at the moment, super slutty, except for the bit at the bottom. A cute naked pussy would make it a perfect picture.

"Snip, snip, snip and it's all gone," Rachel said to herself.

She had told the staff to take the stack of presentation carving knives away. She knew she was on too many drugs, too drunk, and too impulsive. She had felt tempted to just cut her past away and symbolically dump it in the trash. She had urges to leave Denver's flesh on the carving board and send a bloody photo back to her mother's phone. Half of her knew she wasn't well the other half didn't care. She knew she couldn't rely on Douglas or Charlie or anyone to stop her.

The Vodka's buzz was smoothing off. The guilt began to burn again.

There was a noise outside. Rachel froze, listening, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Getting caught like this was one thing - Levant would probably approve. She knew Levant was bringing women to the penthouse in Thornbury, the Asylum, even the jet. The women would disturb her things just to prove they had been there. They hoped she would notice and break up with Levant, thus creating an opening they might take advantage of. More fool them if they only knew; she had a contract. From the rumors and the disturbances of her stuff, he was practicing on women's assets. It was clear what plan he originally had on his mind. Together he seemed happy with the silicon pants, they had done it all of the Asylum and the Thornbury. Samantha loved the pants too, but they would never be enough to see her to the end.

Rachel wondered for a moment. Perhaps she might enjoy it she had been disappointed when Charlie walked in before Logan did her. It might be a strategy to make herself more available. Perhaps he would lose interest in her after she was finally and definitively fucked? If so, could she charm him enough to get Hunter released? She couldn't think. It sounded viable, but she was stoned.

Her phone rang. From the tone, it was Leviant. Her mother would no longer ring. Rachel staggered over to the bed where she had left it. She picked up the glass tombstone adorned with concerned messages and held it to her ear.

"Hey, it's you," Rachel slurred out. "How is my favorite monster?"

"Hi Cinnamon, how are you feeling? The rally is over and I've been told they've just fixed the engines of the Poseidon. I'm coming back early. Are you OK?" Levant said. Concern leaked from every syllable.

"I'm fine, lover boy. You know that," Rachel said back. She slightly slurred her words, which was enough for Levant to clock the real situation.

"I thought I would come by. Can I get you anything?" he asked.

Rachel immediately thought of Charlie's vibrators. Then she had a better idea.

"Yeah, yeah, there is. I want you to fire Dr. Grant. She's no good," Rachel said.

There was a pause. "Really? Why?" Levant said.

"You remember those pills Dr. Grant got me, the yellow ones," Rachel said, "she won't prescribe any more. So I need a new doctor."

"Right," Levant said, "Those pills, the doctor said they were quite addictive. You can only take them for a short time."

"I. Do. Not. Care," Rachel said in a staccato voice.

There was a pause. Levant changed his tone into a more familiar one.

"If I could get more of these pills, what would I get?"

"ME!" Rachel said, then started giggling and laughing. "You can have me. You're my fiancée, apparently. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. I promise you one hundred percent me. You want to know something?" She ended up whispering.

"What is that, Rachel?" Levant said.

"I am in the sexiest outfit you could possibly imagine right now. All for you. I am super hot. Super horny," Rachel said, as she started to touch her own breasts. "I know I'm the way you like it because I like it too," she teased, looking at herself in the mirror.

"You don't sound well, Rachel. I'm turning the car around, and I'm coming right now," Levant said.

"Oh yeah, the other thing you can do is figure out why the only porn on the TV is gay porn. I mean, this is a hotel for Christ's sakes. What's with that? "

"Stay where you are, hon. I'll be with you as soon as I can," Levant said.

"Hurry, lover boy. Hurry, I can't be hot forever..." Rachel added. She turned the phone off.

She was still one leg up on display she looked down on Denver's dick.

"He's coming. Time for you to go bye byes. Back in your box." she said to the flesh in her hand. "No I'm not talking to you. Who do you think I am the Marquis de Sade in a stupid trend movie?"

Rachel had enough presence of mind to get her prosthesis pants on. Threading the catheter down the tip while drunk was tricky but with practice doable. She wondered if it was bad she felt better wearing it. it was like she was covering up a huge body scar. Then She also found a latex miniskirt she had tried on earlier and put that on. She ran her hand over her ass.

Soon, there was a distant clack of Levant's private elevator. He emerged from his personal office, which came from the secret panic room and his secret elevator.

Levant called out, "Are you decent?" through a crack in the door. He turned and talked to his phone, "Stay there, I'll deal with it. Be ready if I need an ambulance."

"As decent as I'll ever be," Rachel said.

Levant rushed in, shutting the door. "Cinnamon, are you okay? I was worried," Levant said, rushing in.

Rachel posed for him, she showed of her polished latex ass but moved almost comically, "You like?" She said falling over.

Levant rushed over and hugged her. "I was so worried."

"Don't worry," Rachel said, her hands facing out like a Las Vegas showgirl. "I can't die, I'm under contract."

It was hard for Levant or anyone to know what to do. Rachel just threw things at anyone who came near with a sympathetic look on their face. Everyone--Levant, Samantha, Charlie, even Mimi--could do nothing to soothe her fires. The apartment was a mess, it was the battlefield of loathing, wrath, injustice, grief. The one thing she had been petrified about from the beginning had finally happened. All the tension finally worked its way into her tears.

Levant pulled her away. He noticed the bottle of Vodka and poured it away down the sink.

"You're drunk," Levant said, looking at the mess.

"As a skunk," Rachel added. "Do they get drunk? How do they know that? Like has anyone actually seen a drunk skunk? Do the police arrest them? Do you know? Do they get them to walk little lines or breathe into little breathalyzers? How do they do that?"

Levant came over and took the half drunk glass from her hand, he showed genuine concern in his eyes.

"I like it when you look at me like that," Rachel said. "It's beautiful, heroic, and almost...almost human."

Rachel blacked out for a moment, and when she came to, a few things had been straightened. Levant was wearing a shirt and slacks, and the firmness of his trim body could still be made out.

"Do you have something for me?" Rachel asked, her doe eyes looking up at his steely body.

Levant came over with a smile. From a pocket, he produced a small medicine bottle and knocked out a familiar yellow tablet.

"I must have that," Rachel said, her eyes wide. She was coming down, and she craved the emotional numbness it brought.

Levant closed his hand tightly, the hesitation evident in his expression. "No. No. No," he said, holding it back, his face filled with concern. "There are a few conditions first."

"Please. Please, Douglas," Rachel pleaded, her doe eyes showing vulnerability.

"No more booze," Levant said firmly, his voice tinged with worry. "I know you're pretty upset, but no more booze."

"Please," Rachel implored, her voice desperate.

"You've got to come out of this. You've got to pull yourself together. I hate seeing you like this," Levant said with genuine emotion.

"OK. OK," Rachel agreed, looking at his right hand with a glimmer of hope. "But I must have that!"

"Finally," Levant began, his expression softening. "You're going to do something for me."

Rachel tilted her head down and looked up at him with curiosity. "What?"

Levant pulled out a butt plug from his other pocket. It was metal and looked to be the medium one for a set. He held it up and placed it into the palm of her hand. It was wider than the one Rachel used on herself for pegging. It was a mixture of gold and silicon and there was a large diamond on the cap.

"You put that in first," he said, "shh... and it stays in until I say so."

"Owwww... It's going to hurt, Dougy," Rachel said her voice like a little drunk child.

Levant waved his hand, holding the pill, and Rachel's eyes followed it.

"Yes or no?" Levant asked.

Rachel was just a cocktail of chemicals, blown by on the breeze of circumstance.

She pouted. "Yes."

Rachel took it, and his palm didn't open. She drifted to the bed found the lubricant she found for the English dildo, and covered both plug and hole in it. She then lay chest down on the bed and let her legs drop to the floor. She used one finger to find her hole. While she did this Levant stood up fully dressed and watched her do it.

She pulled on a slutty vixen smile and looked at him. She knew she looked very, slutty doing this. If he wasn't horny as hell now he wasn't human. She reached between the crack between the twin smooth white curved chestnut pieces of an ass. The butt plug was short and wider. She circled her ass suggestively with it a couple of times like Charlie used todo. Then she pushed it in. At first she wasn't sure it it would find its mark or fit.

She relaxed her self and let her hole expand around it. She pushed harder and hard sometimes resorting to a pumping motion. Her brown star expanded and it felt like she would split. She moaned, it was the same shallowly appreciative noise she did when he fucked her in the silicon pants. Eventually the shaft went into her filling her up. This was new. She could feel precum filling her silicon pants on the inside. She looked up and saw how aroused Levant was at this.

"Oh, its' so tight. I don't know It will fit." She lied while she moaned.

She wasn't above giving a good show. She worked harder and then felt the sphincter closing around the smaller shaft until it met the head. She checked it and it didn't feel like it would come up. She could tell Levant was as stiff as hell. He looked on and swallowed.

He came around the bed and pulled out his dick. He held it close to her head. It was massive and glossy.

"Just lick then tip" he said.

Rachel's eyes complied.

Levant shivered. Levant's cock now as solid as steel he reached down and held out his hand. There before her was a yellow and green pill.

Rachel holding the plug in between both hands put her lips into his hand and picked the pill with her tongue. She swollen it. As she swallowed, she slipped down the bed and began to experimentally stand up. The plug moved in her as she moved. It filled her ass and was lodged deep inside her. As she got to her feet, it was clear these things would not fall out.

Experimentally she took a couple of steps. Then she turned to see her ass in the mirror. As she did, she noticed the flash of the diamond between her cheeks.

"You look very lovely tonight," Levant said.

"I feel lovely," Rachel said, her words dripping with defeat.

"I want you to be happy, Cinnamon," Levant said. "I want us to be happy again. I want to discuss some small changes to the contract, a couple of minor amendments when you're ready."

Rachel looked at the bottle, which Levant took and put in his private safe behind the green painting.

"Yes, Douglas, what ever you want Douglas" Rachel said, feeling the welcoming arms of Morpheus once again wrapping themselves around her soul.