Corruption

By marcia st.denis

Published on May 24, 2006

Transgender

Corruption -- Chapter 6

By Marcia St. Denis Copyright 2006. All rights reserved.

Erica Wright and I had started this story a long time ago and things just somehow got in the way of getting back to it before now. She has decided she just can't devote the time to writing and for a long time neither could I. However, I have been inspired by the continuing devotion of many fans who keep asking about a new installment and so I have decided to take it up where we left off. We originally wrote this story with you, connoisseurs of erotic transvestite and transsexual fiction, (and your insatiable desire for the bliss of release), uppermost in our minds. I sincerely hope my tale will bring you repeated pleasure over many sessions. It is why I write and if I have been successful in turning you on and helping you get off I would love to hear from you. It would be encouraging to hear that you enjoyed my rather perverted little world, filled with rather depraved people and sordid behavior. So please do write to me at: marciatv@hotmail.com and let me know if you had some nice cums while reading this.

Chapter Six

When Mark returned home mid-day, he was completely spent - both emotionally and physically. There wasn't an ounce of resistance left in him. Syl and her men friends had taken everything out of him.... And yet, he knew they had also given him everything. He knew he would never be the same and he knew he had a new and exciting future to plan.

As he entered his house, he went immediately to The Sanctuary, his refuge from the world. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. The alcohol he had consumed on his first "drunk" had wiped away every inhibition, yet it left him feeling rotten. He kept the lights low and lit four votive candles at the alter he had constructed to his mother's memory. He stripped off his blouse, pants and lingerie and couldn't believe the mess that dripped out of his very sore, very loose ass-pussy. He sat on the toilet to let the sperm that had been deposited up his love tunnel drain out and then very gently wiped himself off as much as possible before slipping into a hot, scented bath.

What a luxury!! He loved the smell and feel of his mother's Bucheron bathing oils and slid down until the water covered his entire body with only his face above the surface. He closed his eyes and tried to let go of all of the thoughts and images that had filled his consciousness over the last 12 hours since entering Syl's condo. He knew a new phase of his life was about to begin and though he wasn't sure where it would lead, he was positive it was the right path doe him.

He soaked and bathed himself until he felt the tension and weariness slip away. He was exhausted, his head ached, his tummy gurgled but he also felt an amazing sense of fulfillment. He had become a woman last night and nothing could take away how "right" that feeling was for him. Yet, now that he was relaxed and clean all he could think about was curling up into a ball in his favorite satin nightie (the peach one with the black lace bodice and side inserts with the spaghetti straps and faux pearls adorning the lace... oh, it was so pretty and so alluringly feminine) and slip into the deep warmth and comfort of his mother's bed. That thought alone was almost enough to make him get up out of the bath and go straight to bed. But instead he just closed his eyes and slid his hands over his skin to rub the bath oils into it. His skin was so smooth after his depilation from the night before. And as his fingers lingered at his nipples he was overwhelmed by the tingling he felt in his cock. It was luscious and he couldn't stop feeling the horniness grow deep in his belly.

He had only half-believed all the things Syl had told him about his mother. He knew her as only an adoring child can and he knew, instinctively, that even though she was a highly sexual woman with strong needs and the money, position and drive to fulfill her desires, she was also not a cruel woman, nor a "deviant". She couldn't be, could she? He knew her as the loving, doting mother she had been to him. But a lot of what she had said and done in the final few years before her death started to fit together like a puzzle in poor Markie's mind. And since she wasn't a deviant then her lusts and cravings to be with sexy transgendered girlboys made what Markie was feeling and thinking all the more normal and acceptable to him.

He left the bathroom and shivered as he felt the soft, sensuous satin of his nightie slide down and over his smooth, hairless, sensitive skin and he proceeded to spend a long time seated at his vanity, combing out his cute streaked hair, looking at Sarah's pictures and thinking hard about everything he had experienced over the last 24 hours. He knew that he had found a spiritual release that took him to heights of pleasure he'd never imagined were attainable.

Being used by the men Syl had invited to help complete his voyage to womanhood had been a revelation of sensuality and pleasure. Their fat, cum-filled cocks sliding down his throat and slipping up his anus time after time had broken any last restraint that might have been holding Marcia back. Markie now felt that Marcia was going to be with him forever and that Markie would be banished completely. He began to prefer thinking of himself as a girl and he liked the feeling. Markie might have been a bit uncomfortable but Marcia purred with contentment at the thought of living out the rest of his life as the girl "she" truly was. And yet, she still found it odd that although she loved being a woman and wanted to be Marcia all the time now, she still didn't know where her decision would take her. She knew she wouldn't be a real TS until she had a perfect pair of tits and get onto hormones and Syl's offer to help her get them made her face glow with excitement.

As she sat at her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror Marcia knew she was more womanly now than many gg's would (or could) ever allow themselves to be. She knew she was hot and sexy and she decided then and there that she would be taking her image to the extremes. She knew she had "the look". She knew she had the style and taste that only comes with money and confidence bred from years of privilege. But she also knew that looking too classy would put her into a different group of women than the group she wanted to belong to: those women who wanted to be seen as sex toys for men to use; who dressed for sex and who flaunted their availability. She knew that if she could reduce Syl's highly experienced and probably jaded boyfriends to blithering, hungry, begging males then she had the power to do it to any man. The lifestyle her step-Daddy's money afforded and the innate taste her Mother's more outrageous fashion statements had instilled in her gave her the background to move forward with speed. The fact that Tom was never home while she had her own credit cards with who knows how much credit limit allowed her the freedom to do whatever she felt like doing.

Between her Mother's example and her own sense of what worked, she knew what to wear and how to wear it so men would take a look and immediately get hard. She wanted them to stop thinking of anything except getting her into a dark corner, bending her over, lifting her tight little skirt and fucking her brains out. She smiled to herself thinking about what she got those horny tgirl lovers to do for her last night. But what made her hold herself and laugh out loud was the thought that she had become what Sarah most wanted and loved: a hot little transvestite sex goddess. A boy who looked and acted like a horny, cum-hungry slut with a hard cock between her soft feminine thighs, who loved to get fucked up her ass by big, hung, hard-pricked men and then have them beg her to be bent over for her to fill their rectal pussies with her own large cock.

She knew then and there the power Sarah felt and she began to understand her Mother's need to dominate and control men. Yesterday, she had learned that deep within herself she too was a total bitch....a true slut and she learned that she LOVED cock. It had dawned on her at some point during the long, sex-filled night that she got her power and a deep sense of fulfillment from men's worshipping cocks filling her up the same way Syl had said her mother needed them.

Just knowing that the same men who had repeatedly filled her mouth and tight boy-pussy with their hot, white, sticky seed had also fucked and gang-banged her mother made her feel completely at one with Sarah. Knowing that she had become the kind of tgirl who excited her Mother's passions filled Marcia with a transcendent happiness. Nothing was going to stop her from being the kind of woman Mommy loved seeing and being with. And nothing would now stop her from enjoying the same kind of perversions that excited Sarah.

Marcia's head still ached and she felt tired, but the demons within her had taken hold of her again and she knew she needed a good fucking again. Just the smell of her perfume and the feel of her satin nightie swishing around her ass and penis as she moved about the room was enough to make her tent out the front of it. And as she sat and looked at her reflection she literally felt her pussy sapsm with an ache to be filled.

"Syl, I feel rotten and I don't think I ever want to get drunk again.... Oooooo, my head hurts..... But I sure do want to get fucked again.... ", she giggled into the phone a few minutes after she had decided she needed to share her decisions with someone. "Do you have any idea how I can get over this hangover?"

"Oh you sweet sugar, don't worry. I'll be right over with something very, very special to fix your head and get you straight. I am so glad you called babydoll cuz I am so hopped up right now that I couldn't go to sleep even if I wanted to. Huney, if you could have seen what you did and how those men made you come alive you would know just how horny I still am. You are an inspiration to all tgirls, everywhere. Those selfish bastards only had eyes and hard cocks for you... which, of course, was the whole idea.... hahahahaha... and even though I think I must have masturbated myself to cum 5 or 6 times during the course of the night, I just couldn't find the release I needed. Doing yourself just isn't the same as having a hung stud doing you, is it sweetcakes? Well anyway, don't fret for me. There'll be other men and other times. As for your headache, you just wait there for me, OK baby?"

Twenty minutes later Marcia was leading Syl back to her bedroom. Syl had cleaned herself up and had changed into a mid-thigh, skin tight electric blue glitter dress, shirred down the back with a ruffle at the hem. Her hair was silky and smooth and Marcia noticed Syl's ears for the first time. She was excited to see that Syl had multiple piercings in each ear. For some reason the idea of piercings made her clitty get hard. She guessed it was the submissive nature of them.... Especially the submissive nipple rings she'd seen on models in the men's magazines some boys brought to school.

There must have been 4 or 5 diamond studs in each of Syl's ears with large hoops hanging from the lobes. As Marcia turned and walked back down the marble hallway she noticed that Syl's 4" strappy sandals were making that delicious clacking sound as she followed her young prot‚g‚.

"Syl, can you tell me where I can get pierced and tatooed too? I really want to carry some metal and bling around and I want to advertise what kind of girl I really am deep down. I think men like their sluts to be pierced, don't you? It makes them see us in such submissive-aggressive ways. Will will be haughty, cruel, domineering bitch-cunts demanding performance or will we be mewling, craving, do-anything-to please-their-men, submissive sex-slaves? I like the thought of teasing them about what type of girl I might be. I bet that's why you have so many piercings too... Is it?"

"Mmmm..." was Syl's distracted reply as she just couldn't keep her eyes off the 2 inches of dark ass-crack peaking out the top of the low cut back of Marcia's nightgown. And below that, the soft, sleek material was being sensuously molded by the swiveling globes of Marcia's perfect little ass. And whether is was static electricity or something else the material was being sucked into the crack of her ass. Syl shivered as she heard Marcia's giggle when her hand found the tight curve of one cheek and snaked around to slide the satin material further up into the inner sanctum of Marcia's darling ass.

Inside the Sanctuary, with the candles scenting the air and soft music playing in the background Syl reached out and grabbed Marcia's hand to turn her around. Marcia swooned as Syl's lips found hers and their tongues played with each other. Marcia didn't know if she liked the feel of Syl's wet, soft, open mouth or the taste and feel of her mauve lipsticked lips sliding over her own pink lipsticked lips best. But whatever it was, Marcia knew she wanted more of it. Syl reached around with both hands to pull Marcia's ass up tight against her and she smiled as she felt Marcia's stiff cock poking into her tummy.

"Babydoll?", Syl said breaking her long, wet kiss, "I need to know if you trust your girlfriend Syl? You do, don't you sugar?"

"Of course I do, Syl. Why wouldn't I? There isn't anyone in the world who knows what I am going through right now the way you do and with your help a whole new world is opening up for me. I was feeling so confused about who and what I am and although I knew something was missing, I just didn't know what it was. Thanks to you and your love for my mother, now I know what I needed and what I can't live without. Last night made everything so clear to me. How can I thank you?"

"Oh God, you turn me on you little bitch.... But there is no need to thank me, babydoll.... It was more your mother's doing than mine anyway. She's the one who saw into your soul and knew you would fulfill her dreams. It was really she who saw your future and instructed me on what she wanted done when you called. Somehow, she just knew you would. But lovergirl, I think you are forgetting why you called.... Your headache, remember? And big sister Syl adores her darling little girl and wants her precious huney to learn about all of the ways cock-whores like us get loose and ready for hot sex."

Syl, reached into her little clutch purse and pulled out a folded aluminum foil packet.

"And you are thinking about sex, aren't you sugar?" Syl said with a sly smile creeping across her face. " I know you are baby, cuz you are just like your Momma and she couldn't go a few hours without it."

"Anyway precious baby, I have something here that you are just gonna looooove..... Infact, if you are anything like your Mommy then you are going to go WILD for it. She just couldn't get enough of it. And I KNOW it's gonna clear up that achy little head of yours and make you feel, oh-so-good. At least it made your Mommy feel good whenever I let her have some..... You do want to get rid of that horrible headache of yours, don't you darling?"

"Unh huh... I feel rotten and I wanna start feeling good again soon.... Cuz we are going out cock-hunting, aren't we Syl???" Marcia asked eagerly.

"I feel like I have hammers pounding away in there. I mean, I sure loved the feeling of being drunk and out of control last night cuz it made the sex so good.... You know? But I hate the after effects in the morning. Ooooo, it hurts"

Syl minced her way over to the vanity and as she sat down on the satin covered bench Marcia couldn't help noticing her already short dress ride up her thighs to show off a lacy little powder blue thong that did little to hide her very large cock. Marcia made a note that she would now dress in front from now onjust like Syl, instead of tucking. She liked the fact that Syl was proud of being a tgirl and did nothing to hide the existence of or the size of her tool.

In fact, now that she thought about it, all of a sudden it seemed stupid to Marcia that hottie tgirls, who dressed for sex and craved cock would try to hide what they had, since that little thing extra was what the men who sought them out were after anyway, weren't they?

Marcia knew she was being impolite but she couldn't take her eyes off of Syl's crotch. The large fat snake nestling in her blue thong was more than just a mouth-watering and delicious looking one-eyed monster; it looked hard and needy.... like it was begging her for some serious loving. Syl smiled as she noticed Marcia's eyes dilate and her breathing get heavier. But she just glanced up, and told her darling little girl to come over and sit next to her on the bench.

"Now sweet dollface this is going to change your life. I just know you are going to love this stuff the way I do. It's gonna make you feel GREAT.... So hot and sexy..... And when you take it before getting fucked, you will feel every last fold or wrinkle of your lovers cock as he slides it into what ever hole he's doing at the time. Hahahahaha.... At least that's what happens to me. This stuff makes me feel every nerve ending in my body.... Especially in my nipples and my clitty. Now baby, you just do what I do and then sit back and take a trip to heaven. OK, huney?"

"You just take this little straw, put it up to one of your nostrils and close the other with your finger. Then just inhale this white powder. You can do that for your loving sister Syl, can't you baby? Please, sweet little sugar? Syl doesn't want to feel all hot and sexy without her baby feeling the same thing."

Syl poured out and cut two long lines of white crystal powder, bent over one of them with the straw and snorted the long line up into her nose. She immediately closed her eyes, went rigid and grunted out a short, "Oh fuck yes..... Oh God, baby.... I am feeling so good.... Oh yeah.... Take me to heaven.... Fuck that's goooood...... Here babydoll, now it's your turn. Come on lover, take a trip and join me in heaven."

She then turned to Marcia, handed the straw to her and watched with growing excitement as her sweet young trusting girlboy babydoll bent over the second line and snorted it up into her nose.

The cocaine was already fast at work in Syl's system as she watched Marcia snort her very first line. Every nerve was tingling, her cock was rock hard and desperately trying to break free of her wispy little thong. She didn't know why but getting high on drugs made her feel like her cum was boiling in her balls. It made her feel like it was overflowing and pouring out of every orifice. It made her crave the mind-boggling bliss of release. Watching someone else get high with her made her feel like a Goddess. It gave her a feeling of domination and control. The act of bringing pure bliss to a novice made her feel even more powerful. She loved knowing she was leading someone else down into the dark world of need and depravity that she and all the people she knew lived in. She almost came just watching Marcia react to the drug and seeing the fine light sweat break out on her forehead, her pupils dilate, her breathing become shallower and her cock look like it was bursting through her peach satin nightie made it all worth while for Syl. She leaned over and gently took Marcia's face in her hands and guided her mouth down onto hers. Marcia's tongue darted out and Syl felt her arms go round her neck as Marcia pulled her with increasing need and desperation and ground her lips against Syl's.

Syl had gone into orbit and would have cum had she not willed herself to slow down. She didn't want to cum just yet. Nope. She had other plans for her baby Marcia. Instead she reached out and brought Marcia's mouth down to her chest and pulled the bodice of her dress down below her tits so Marcia could start sucking the nipples. As Marcia was sucking and licking and biting Syl's big fat dollar-sized nipples she pulled Marcia's nightie up her legs until her straining cock was freed. It was purple there was so much blood in it and every vein was pulsing as the engorged head throbbed out the rhythm of Marcia's racing heart beat. Syl slowly reached out and carefully wrapped her fingers around Marcia's jerking member and began to lightly caress it, stroking her until she was moaning uncontrollably and begging Syl to let her shoot.

"Mmmmm, sugar.... Not yet baby.... We gotta make this feeling last, don't we? Yeah..... that's what we need, isn't it? We just need to keep this feeling going forever, don't we Marcia huney? Your baby Sylvia knows what you're feeling.... Don't worry sugar, mommy knew what you needed and sister Syl is gving it to you. Here baby, get down on your knees and love Your sister like she needs to be loved... "

Marcia.slid down off the bench and starting at Syl's ankles slowly glided her hands up Syl's smooth legs until she held the object of her drug-crazed desire in her hands. Syl's cock was so big and so fat..... It felt huge and hot through the soft lacy material of her thong. Marcia had never felt like this before in her life. If getting drunk made her feel decadent and loose, getting some of this magical white powder into her made her feel like a fucking gutter whore. All she wanted to do was let the feeling of heat and excitement take over and let her ride the wave. All she could think of was fulfilling her desperate need for cock. And thank God Syl had a gorgeous one.... Thick and long and fat with the vein on the bottom side visibly pulsing, it had a big mushroom shaped purple-head; it throbbed under the touch of her fingers. The open slit at the top of it was weeping some clear precum and Marcia found herself licking it up through the lace of the thong as fast as it appeared.

"Oh fuck, Syl..... what is happening to me? This feels soooooooo good. I really need you lover.... Please.... You're gonna let me have your cream, aren't you? Huh Syl, you're gonna let me feel your hot sticky goo pump out onto my face....Aren't you lover?"

Marcia slipped the big knob of Syl's cock past her lips and ran her tongue all around the glans while her fist pumped the hard shaft. Syl let out a deep guttural moan and said,

"Turn around bitch.... I think this little boycunt you have hidden back here needs to know what her sister's cock feels as it heads home and pumps its slut-juice into you. You are my whore now and you need to learn how whores deserve to be treated."

Marcia let out a giggle and taunted, "Oh yeah??? And who's gonna make me?"

With that, Syl grabbed Marcia's hair and yanked her head back and off her cock. She pushed her flat onto the white carpet, reached under Marcia's hips, hoisted her hips up and got her onto her knees and then reached for the lubrication tube that was on the vanity. Putting the end of the tube up to Marcia's ass, she squirted a large dollop up her chute and reached down to stick her middle finger up and into the hole to loosen it.

Marcia let out a grunt, "Who do you think I am, you street fucking bitchcunt crack whore? Huh? What do you think you're doing? You think I'm gonna let you ram your big hard horny disgusting dick up there? Is that what you think, you gutter bitch, you sissy faggot ass fucking cum hungry pervert?"

"Ooooooo yeah.... Stick that finger up your slut's cunt..... fuck me with that sweet long digit.... But baby.... Marcia needs something more up there. You gonna help pretty little Marcia out, baby??? You gonna give me what I need? You gonna slip your cock up past my sphincter and pound me until you spray all those nasty horrible spermies up into me? You wanna try to knock me up and get me pregnant so I will have another little baby boy that you can then turn into another panty and lace wearing, cock hungry, horny faggot street whore like me???...... Huh baby? Is that what you want?"

Syl started trembling as she guided her cock to her honey slut's open brown hole. She closed her eyes in drug-induced ecstasy as she felt her glans slip up past the tight ring of Marcia's ass. And soon, she was pounding into her little girl with such fury that she had to consciously slow it all down to make it last.

"So huney, you're now a confirmed cock-slut, aren't you pretty Marcia? You really love having a big hard thing sliding into you and getting ready to deposit a wet gooey load.,... Don't you babydoll?... Hmmm? Tell your lover Sylvia how much you are craving it baby... Tell me you need to be degraded and abused and treated like the slut you are"

Marcia looked back over her shoulder and couldn't believe the sight of Syl with her blue dress hunched up around her waist and her big tits hanging out of the bodice. Her tits were swaying as she fucked her. And, oh GOD it felt so good.... So fucking good..... Her mind was flying, her nerve ends were tingling, her cock was about to burst and her rectal passage felt every last millimeter of her lover's huge cock. Marcia was in heaven. Syl was right. There was nothing like this. Marcia knew she would need to return again and again and again to get more of that magical powder so she could feel this high all over again....

And then she felt Syl, pull out and rest her cock in the crevice of her ass as it began spewing out string after string of thick white cum. It just kept shooting, spurt after spurt so that a pool formed in the small of her arched back. And as Syl's breathing slowed and her humping stopped, Marcia felt Syl's hand begin to massage the cum into the skin of her ass and back. Oh GOD, that felt so good.... To be the receptacle for all that cum.... Mmmmm.... She was a real cum-slut now..... And as she reveled in the feeling of total contentment, she realized that her natural place was to be beneath a hard pumping cock, to feel the mind- numbing high that came with the degradation and filth of being someone's cum whore and to be flying a million miles above reality while it was happening to her.

And then her own throbbing member began pumping out her huge pool of sleazy slime.... A pool that collected on the rug beneath her and as she slowly sank down on the rug and ground her deflating cock into the cooling pool of her own cum, she knew she had just crossed another forbidden boundary. And she knew she had come home to where she belonged. Home to fulfill her mother's desire that she live her life in a sordid world of degradation, sexual abuse and moral corruption.

Next: Chapter 8


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