Yung Torture Doll

Until that point it was just a routine check, the policewoman was even quite nice to me on top of being quite attractive. But then she proceeded to check on my backpack: I handed it over to her, after a quick look at it, I don't know what she saw (I didn't have anything special in it, or at least it's what I thought) but she went for her gun and I was finding myself held at gunpoint! I immediately raised my hands; while I was too scared to say anything, I saw in her eyes a very hateful and disgusted look: she definitely wouldn't mind gunning me down right here.

She said on a strict tone "on your knees, and look down". I immediately complied without saying a word, I could feel her walking behind me before she kicks my back, pushing me all the way on the ground. I didn't show any sign of resistance while she handcuffed me hands behind my back. After she stepped her foot on my back and called for a squad car on the radio, I knew my life wasn't in danger anymore so I finally said: "I don't understand ma'am, what did I do?" Her only response was to remove her foot from my back, brutally kick me on the side and step it back on me. I was now laying humiliated and suffering, and I didn't even know why

Family Matters - Part 2

As you headed toward the living room, Stepmother made a final check of your outfit, followed by a tender kiss to your gagged mouth. The door opened and her sisters sat there sipping their wine…..they smiled and cooed at you. The weeks since you became Stepmother’s secret panty slave had been amazing, she had shown you a whole new world of devoted sissy submission and you took to it like a natural. Your Step-Aunts were now here from Romania and for the next month, you would be under further training at their hands. Both of the sisters were younger than Stepmother and both had dark hair. Silvana sat on the left, with a nasty looking whip resting in her hand, Katja was on the right, looking far more relaxed. They were wearing tight leather trousers and high heels, delicious creaking of the pants as they crossed their legs in unison.

Stepmother was in her leather skirt suit and high heel boots, hand resting on your ass. The latex maid outfit was skintight, the black, glossy patent thigh boots were difficult to walk in, especially with the legs cuffs on. Your wrists were cuffed behind you and the leather panel gag was buckled tightly over your mouth. The latex hood with maid headpiece was the flourish to your outfit as Stepmother raised the latex pinafore to reveal your black lacy panties and the gleaming cock cage underneath…..both sisters murmured in approval as you were displayed for them. Katja rose from her seat and snatched a pair of leather gloves, pulling them on tightly as she approached you. She was deceptively tall, almost your height, despite your 5 inch heels. She spun you around and you felt the gloved fingers invade your asshole. Her expression remained impassive as she continued to examine you. The invasive probing was uncomfortable, until she hit a very sweet spot and you groaned in guilty pleasure.

“He’s not yet plugged, Sister? I expected him to be fully chastised.” Stepmother reached into her jacket and produced a small butt plug.

She turned to Katja, “it wasn’t necessary yet. Young Thomas is a natural submissive……he’s very much become a beautiful and obedient sissy boy. Still, as you’re here, perhaps you can do the honour…..after all, you’re the professional Domina amongst us.”

Stepmother handed the plug to Katja, who unbuckled your gag, before you had a chance to do anything, the toy was inserted into your mouth and Katja ordered you to suck. You did as you were told and once satisfied, she took the plug from your mouth and replaced the gag. The now lubricated toy was inserted up you and the full sensation in your ass was suddenly made worse as the toy pulsed up you. Katja smiled and returned to her seat, with Silvana idly tapping the whip on her leather covered thighs. You stood swaying slightly as the anal intrusions were feeling amazing, the whole experience was surreal and you didn’t notice Silvana get up and now have her turn to inspect you.

“Are you permitting orgasms, or not?” She turned to Stepmother, who now looked a little bashful.

“Rarely….and now only through the cage. It’s difficult to resist my poor boy. He’s so much…..bigger than his Father. Seems a waste at times.”

Silvana sneered as she flicked at the cage, taking care to fondle your shaved, heavy balls. Her talon like nails digging into you, while you tried to remain silent. “I can’t be too critical, Sister. My own toy back home is a wonderful distraction…..I assume you have the strapon I sent? You can still ride your poor boy and not let him cum.”

Stepmother nodded as Silvana returned to her seat. “Where is your husband? Or should I say, the disappointment?”

You snapped back into reality…..you hadn’t even thought of him since this morning. He originally went to the airport to pick the Aunts up while you were being prepared, but you hadn’t seen him at all. Stepmother smiled and told her sisters he (Stephen) was next door……and it was time to see him. You panicked, Father didn’t know about any of this, what would he say or do? You were dressed like a latex sissy maid, caged and plugged, the feeling of nausea started to rise up and you were led away into the next room, behind the ladies.

The sight that greeted you was horrifying and bizarre. Father was sat on a dining chair, or should that be lashed to it with leather straps. He was wearing the same outfit as you, including the hood. Once he saw you, he started to buckle and thrash, gagged grunts and howls as he now realised you were also a family sissy slave. Stepmother grabbed his caged cock hard and he quieted immediately. The Aunts giggled and chatted in Romanian as you were brought before him. Stepmother pulled another of the chairs forward and placed you opposite him.

“Now, boys. This might be a little shocking for you to see this, but I think it’s for the best. This house has been running very smoothly since you are now both under my care. My sisters are staying with us for a few weeks to help me train you completely. I still have a full time job to do and they’re very happy to assume control. Stephen, you’re on holiday from work, so we don’t have to worry. Thomas, while you’re looking for a job, you will be working here for your food and your bed.”

Stepmother was handed a double ball gag from Katja and it was swiftly buckled on you both, the panel gags discarded. More humiliation followed when both of you had your panties pulled down and the cock cages were chained together. Father’s eyes widened in horror as he was now locked to you. Any movements would be painful and the drool from your gags started to pool on each other. Your ass was still being worked by the plug and you were leaking in the cage. The ladies stepped back and once again started to chat in Romanian as they sat at the dining table, with the wine flowing and the occasional molestation of Father and Son. It was just the beginning of the holiday……

As the doorbell rang, Sydney stood up and announced, "I'll get it... I think It's Ems..."

As she opened the door, Sydney smiled to her friend, but then giggling as she saw the state of her boyfriend, Chris. There was a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants,

"Hey, Chris... long ride?" She smirked and Emily giggled.

"My bad!" she offered, "Took a couple of wrong turns so it was longer than I thought and... Um... well... I couldn't find anywhere good for us to stop before we got here and... yeah... you can see for yourself!"

Sidney shook her head in amusement. Emily had a habit of "getting lost" for just long enough for her boyfriends to have an accident.

"Just as well we were gonna get in the pool anyway." Sydney smirked while taking off her pants.

"Most of the girls are already in there and, I mean, they'll probably tease you about it but, they've been drinking for a while and not getting out so..." she raised an eyebrow at the implication, "they shouldn't be that fussed if you get in like that!"

Chris said nothing and hung his head.

"Aww... I'm sorry babe," Emily mocking consoled him, "I'll tell 'em it was my fault. Trust me, they'll understand. It's not like they've never seen a guy in wet pants before..."

"Exactly," Sydney confirmed, although not letting him know quite how often, or how familiar the circumstances were.

"Um... I can get changed first..." he mumbled

As he stepped forward she blocked the door.

"Actually... no! You can't." She stared him down. "That's not gonna work for me. You're not coming in here like that!"

The girls looked at each other knowingly.

"That's fair," Emily grinned, "we'll walk around the side and you can just hop in the pool... after I introduce you to everyone!"

"You've got something stuck to your face, toilet boy. Let me see if I can wash that off for you..."

i want to make a boy desperately fuck my hand only for me to take it away right when he’s about to cum.