The Rose Diaries Ch. 10 (Interlude)

Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression.

This is the first interlude introducing two transwomen Mistresses named Charm and Luck and their lives as they seduce and use the boys in their sleepy college town. What does this have to do with Doll and the others? Let's find out!

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

A word of warning: In this chapter I mimic the language and appearance of an online chatroom/texting service and so do not speak in correct English for some characters. So if that's not your thing, I'm sorry.

Thank you.
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There was nothing in the world sweeter than the dramatic entrance. That's what Mistress Charm believed in. It was an artform carefully crafted and honed for such rare but beautiful scenarios. She loved all the ways she could make herself known. But the most important aspect was keeping herself hidden until the time was right. She stood out.

Was it the thigh highs that hugged her perfectly shaped legs complete in jaw dropping black pumps? Was it her strut and skip in her step as she made her way to the courtyard at the center of the local library? Was it her hair a shimmering cold pale blue that looked like she stepped out of a storybook? Or was it her close friend and scene partner? An Amazonian goddess with rippling muscles and a half-shaved head of blonde hair who looked to be almost her polar opposite?

None of that mattered. She could feel her breath grow short as they drew closer and closer to their appearance. The courtyard was still aside from a large center table that housed a group of four boys throwing dice and yelling at each other. Oh, how she hated to ruin such a fun boy's night out. She felt the corners of her lips raise into a smile as she caught the gaze of the man of the hour.

James Higgins. A small skinny white boy who bit off a bit more than he could chew. He was supposed to be at their place an hour ago. She did not like it when people took advantage of her. Charm hated when people wasted her time.

Higgins knew he was in trouble from the moment his eyes caught hers. She relished the moment. His eyes went wide, his body slowly rose, and he tried so hard to keep himself from trembling. She extended a hand and beckoned him forward.

He leapt from the bench scattering papers to the warm summer wind and sprinted as fast as his lithe legs could carry him into the only available entrance. His friends shot looks of concerns as they stood up to follow.

"Go." The husky voice of her friend echoed in her ears. "They will be busy."

She didn't need to hear anything else as she slunk back into the shadows of connecting walkway following him at a snail's pace.

She loved the chase. The fear, the clumsy startled movements, the wide eyes and musty smell of cold sweat. God, she loved all of it.

She slowly pushed the library door open before letting out a small laugh. She scanned the stacks for disturbances as she continued to stalk her prey. She gave a warm smile to the concerned group of patrons who watched her enter. The librarian seemed to pay her no mind intent on staring blankly at her computer screen.

It was so easy to predict his movements. There was no other way of getting out of the library besides running past the courtyard. If he did, she'd have seen him speed by the windows flanking it. But since she didn't...

Higgins was pressed against a closed group of stacks in the historical section. He gazed at her wide-eyed as she approached.

"I-I-I'll scream!" He hissed at her.

"No, you won't." She grinned.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Fine." She stopped to lean against a shelf. "We had a deal, Jimmy. I'm here to collect."

"Back away!" His voice was shaky, and his body trembled. She just needed a little push.

"No, I don't think so." She shook her head beginning her approach once more.

"Back!" He clawed the air in front of him as tears began to form in his eyes. She swallowed as she gazed at his vulnerable state. It would be so easy to pounce on him now. She could close the distance in less than a second, pull his arms behind his back, and force him to the floor. At best, he'd scream as she grabbed him. At worst, she'd knock over the bookshelf and cause the largest commotion possible. She chewed on her lower lip as she banished the thoughts from her mind.

"Jimmy," She spoke clearly and calmly as the distance between them began to vanish rapidly. "Turn around and place your hands on the shelf."

"I-"Higgins misjudged her words. Perhaps he thought that was a request, but he was oh so wrong. With a simple lunge, she closed the rest of the way and pulled him tight. The chase was clearly over and in his warm brown eyes that sparkled with tears James knew that too. He tried to speak another word, but Charm was all too content to turn him around and shove him against the stack.

"We could have done this so much easier." She purred her hands slowly running down his arms to his thin waist. She could feel her shorts begin to grow tighter. She couldn't wait another second.

She nearly tore his pants off as she unzipped her own. Her womanhood was standing at attention and pointed straight as an arrow to its resting place between the plump little cheeks of James Higgins. He murmured something, but she was too consumed by lust to hear it. She let a droplet of saliva fall from her mouth and hit the tip of her cock. That was all the prep he was getting. She stopped as she noticed something hanging from his ankles. A silky pink pair of panties in lieu of boxer shorts. She had told him to wear it yesterday. But she didn't think he'd actually listen to her.

"Should've been a good boy." She grunted pushing into him slowly. She felt his tight little hole try so hard to block her but in the end with one good strong push she broke through his defenses. Charm's face grew flush and hot as she rested her head on his shoulder pushing ever so slowly deeper and deeper into him. He groaned pushing back against her in a vain attempt to get away. Instead, her cock slid even faster into his depths much to his surprise.

A cute little gasp escaped from James and Charm at the same time. She had forgotten how delicious his ass was. The way it gripped around her cock and practically milked the semen from her with every stroke. It had only been a day since she had been balls deep inside him, but she had truly forgotten what a treat it was. Charm giggled quietly to herself as she reared back until just her head barely remained inside before thrusting her full length hard into him.

"Come on bitch." She nibbled on his ear and ran her hands ever so slowly down his body. "Work with me."

"I'll scream. I'll scream so loud that they'll hear me on the third floor." His voice waivered as she worked herself into a rhythm of slow deep thrusts making sure that he took the length with ease before the real fun began.

"No, you won't." Her voice was quiet and slightly shaken. It took all of her willpower to not fuck him like a wild animal right here right now.

But that would mean making fucking noise. Which in the dead silent halls would most definitely draw more attention than it was worth. She rolled her eyes behind her back and sighed. Another time. Charm focused on finding a comfortable rhythm between being gentle and rough. She loved rough sex. Being gentle was just so out of character.

"Yes, I will." He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Here's the deal slut." She cooed directly into his ear. She gave a quick piercing thrust to emphasize her own anger. "You go ahead and scream. Do it. Do it so that everyone can see what a sissy faggot whore you are." She increased her grip and she pushed him harder against the stacks.

"I'm not-" She cut him off with another hard thrust that seemed to rob the air from his lungs.

"Yeah, yeah you are James. In fact, why don't I scream? Then the whole library can come over here, see you with your cute panties around your ankles and enjoying getting fucked up the ass by some girldick. They'll never let you live that down. How do you think your parents would react?" She could feel him slowly surrendering to her words. His head drooped as he stopped trying to fight her. "Yeah, that's right." She gloated slowly drawing back for another thrust. "Now match my fucking rhythm like a good girl or I'll fuck you so hard that the entire city will hear you moan." He backed up slowly grinding himself on her cock.

"What do you want?" He whispered.

"I want to cum. Maybe, I'll make you cum too. Now keep doing that." She gave him a small kiss on the neck. "Ready for me now, James?"

"Yes, Mistress Charm." He muttered. She laughed once more. She couldn't control herself. She slammed her hips back into him before continuing her rhythmic thrusts. As she withdrew, he pushed back. Again and again and again his tight passage hugging her completely.

"You know," She muttered stopping as he continued to fuck himself on her. "We could've had a bed, Jimmy."

"Are you close?" He muttered. He wasn't into it. But he wasn't against it. Just simply content to do a job to completion like a good little worker.

"No." She sighed. She planted her feet and leaned into him. "You better hope no one's working on a book report on the civil war." She laughed as she picked up her pace until she was well and truly fucking him. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh echoed quietly in their tiny section. He tried so hard to speak but every time he opened his mouth only moans or gasps escaped. She nearly growled as she pounded his tight little pussy into oblivion making sure that with each thrust Higgins knew what he was. Her toy, her bitch, her cock-sleeve. His own cock betrayed his strong façade. He was absolutely loving this. She watched as it swung wildly dripping small ropes of glistening pre-cum onto an autobiography of President Lincoln.

"You love being fucked like this don't you?" She added properly assassinating any shred of dignity he held so close to.

"No, I-" He whispered reaching down to stroke himself. She slapped his hand away as she picked up the pace once more. She smiled at his words echoing the thoughts of hundreds of others just like him. They always pretended to hate it. Always in denial of their baser nature.

"No honey, I'm going to teach you how to cum with your ass like a proper sissy. You'll be stroking your cock to this for the rest of your life." She laughed. He clenched around her as his hips moved in concert with her thrusts. She was getting closer now. So much closer. His legs began to tremble as the shelf shook. She kept him from collapsing as she felt a heat begin to build from deep inside her.

"Take it you filthy slut! Take it!" She growled as with one final thrust to end all thrusts she came deep within him. She let him finally fall to his knees as they both panted for breath. There was no time to enjoy the afterglow. Of watching her boytoy ooze her cum from his gaping asshole. With a quick flick of the wrist she retrieved his wallet from his pants pocket and grimaced as she opened the folds.

"What's this?" She narrowed her eyes at James as she flashed the contents to him. She snatched out the two hundred-dollar bills before tossing it down at him. It landed squarely on his face with a soft smack before falling on to the floor. He didn't react nor move just quivered at her voice.

"It's what you said? I-" His voice was laded with confusion and concern. Mistress Charm scoffed as she pocketed the bills.

"Three hundred. That was what I told you. You now owe me a hundred dollars. How do you expect to pay for that?"

"Please, Mistress." He begged lowering his head. "That's all I have."

"Fine. We can work something out." A wicked smile grew on her face. "You will come to my house tomorrow at four in the afternoon. Oh, and bring a cute boy too. Don't make me find you again, Jimmy."

She didn't give him time to respond. Before he could look up, she was already walking away. He wouldn't have any choice in the matter. She thrust open the door back to the courtyard to see Luck sitting on the bench where his friends once were.

"Trouble?" She called as she stood back up.

"None. We'll have company tomorrow, so we should prepare." She rubbed her stomach as a loud growl pierced the air between them. "I'm starving. Dinner?"

"Yes." Luck nodded joining Charm as they exited the building. They walked in silence and out of the shadows. It was going to be a good day tomorrow and she knew it.

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The Jade Panda was Charm's favorite Chinese place. They had the best dumplings in the entire city and the cutest little waiter. She looked up from her food as Luck repeatedly shook their kitchen table with each thrust into Ben Li's toned ass. He squealed with delight and moaned as he gripped the tablecloth in his hands. Luck forced his head down flat on the table as she continued to grunt in chorus with the wet slapping of flesh.

"Mmm!" She closed her eyes and leaned back in satisfaction. "These are delicious! What did you put into this, Ben?"

"Ah!" The boy cried out as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the table harder. "Fuck! I put love in it, Mistress! I made them with love!" He shouted before Luck took hold of his collar and forced his back to arch up for a kiss.

"No talking! You are mine." She growled forcing his face back down into the table. Charm couldn't help but laugh as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Aww! He loves us Luck!" She laughed leaning back until the two front legs were off the ground. "Well, I love your cooking!"

"I love this ass!" Mistress Luck shouted as a thrust nearly knocked over the bottle of water on the table.

"Yeah, I know! You should've seen her face when she saw you were our delivery boy. I think she got hard on the fucking spot."

"Quiet Charm! Let me enjoy it." Luck's face was growing redder by the second as she grit her teeth. Charm smiled as she recognized the look. She raised her hand and began to count down on her fingers.

3. Luck's thrusts grew in pace as a container of rice tumbled to the floor.

2: Ben's voice rose in pitch as he nearly shouted with ecstasy. He couldn't help but let out a high pitched moan as Luck's cock drew every last once of strength from him.

1: Mistress Luck nearly tore him from the table tossing him on to the floor. She stood over him, her cock still glistening from lubricant and her face dripping with sweat. Charm rolled her eyes as she stroked the monster poised directly at Ben's face. He knew too as he got on his knees, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth with his soft pink tongue sticking out.

Luck's engorged womanhood exploded thick ropes of cum all over his face and tongue. He giggled as she painted his face white and swallowed eagerly when she was finished. She collapsed in the chair before shoveling fried rice into her mouth. Benjamin licked his lips as he cleaned the semen away from his eyes with a napkin.

"What a mess!" Charm sighed leaning over to watch the prone boy.

"Not a mess. It's art." Luck argued with a shrug barely looking up from her food.

"Sorry Mistresses! I'll clean it up I promise!"

"I thought you had work today Ben?" She asked returning to her own food.

"I did, Mistress. But when the order came in I was just finishing up."

"And your Dad let you leave?"

"Yes, Mistress. He told me that he was done fighting me about it. He's happy I have a girlfriend, but he'd be furious if I got her pregnant." Mistress Luck and Charm shot each a look of disbelief as the room settled into silence. The two stared deeply into each other's eyes scanning every inch of their faces.

"Pfft!" Charm couldn't hold it back as she launched into loud laughter with Luck. "I don't think he'll have to worry about that." She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I know!" He blushed continuing to pick up fallen containers.

"Maybe we can get you pregnant instead?" Luck added.

"Oh, I'd like that. Some nice after-dinner cake." Charm winked.

"Yes, Mistresses." He nodded. "I'd like that too."

"Such an eager slut. You want us to fill you up with our cum?" She teased.

"Yes, Mistress Charm."

"Good boy. Why don't you finish cleaning your mess and then go upstairs and clean up?" She smiled. Ben lowered his head as he began to lap up the small pool of cum that had escaped from his cock during his vicious pounding. She watched him with ragged breath as she stroked her own cock through the rough denim of her jeans. She had already cum once before but there was something lovely about Ben's submissive nature. His ass was used and abused but he was always ready to obey an order. As he finished his duties, he rose to his feet and exited the kitchen. She watched his naked form strut away as she chewed her bottom lip.

"I'm ready for seconds." Luck muttered to herself filling up her plate once more.

"Me too." Charm sighed dreamily. "God, who's better Jimmy or Ben?"

"Jimmy is too tight for me."

"Ben is too loose for me. No thanks to you." Charm stuck out her tongue with a laugh.

"It's not my fault you're so tiny."
'Tiny?!" She recoiled in anger at Luck's comment. "You're huge!" Luck laughed at that. It was the truth but they both were bigger than average. Charm's endowment wasn't anything to laugh at. But it was dwarfed by Luck's eleven inches of thick meat. She had tried taking it when they used to be together. She hated how much prep she needed every night to take that monster. Now, she just loved the look on a new boy's face right when they realized how much they were packing away. Everyone was terrified except for...

Ben. Ben was the closest thing to a natural size queen she had ever met. He had his faults when they first met but he eventually acclimated. Before he couldn't take her without gagging but now he was able to even swallow Luck. He didn't need convincing like the other toys. He was always there for them. He'd come visit when he could sneak away. When he didn't have work, family issues, or schooling to interfere. He was always free to visit their home. Even if they weren't there and they had told him time and time again that if he ever needed an escape or a place to crash for an evening there was always room in their bed for him.

Love. Funny thing wasn't it? Charm was not much of a lover and neither was Luck but when they tore down the old office upstairs across the hall to make a room for him they knew he was something special. Not that they'd ever admit that to him.

They were young, mean, and in love. But also involved with things that Ben wouldn't understand. No one would.

"You've got that look again." Luck muttered picking up plates and carrying them to the trash.

"What look?"

"Dumb look." Charm laughed as she leaned forward allowing the chair to finally return fully to the ground.

"Fuck off."

"It's true. Dumb look. Means you're thinking." She wagged a finger at her from across the small kitchen.

"Okay, it's just I'm a bit worried about Ben."

"Worried?"

"He's too good for this. For us. Should we tell him? You know about-"

"Don't." Luck spat quickly. "No names." Charm sighed as she slunk into her chair. She remembered the trouble that they invited into their lives. They were dangerous but her? She was so much worse.

"He's got every right to know. What if," Charm shook her head with another sigh. "Okay, what if he gets hurt? What if we get him hurt?"

"He's cumdump. He'll be fine." Luck shrugged.