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Chapter 10: My Future

"Don't be gentle with her," Goddess said from above me.

Marguerite giggled in answer. "Oh, I won't be."

My body tensed in excited, terrified anticipation. More pre-cum squirted from the tip, soaking my panties further. My cage felt like it was going to explode before I had a chance to.

I dove into Goddess with my tongue as she straddled my face. She moaned loudly, bending forwards and resting her face next to my caged clit, just as Marguerite pulled my wet panties down around my ankles. I felt her probe at it with her tongue and gasped from the shocking, overwhelming sensation of pressure. No sensation, no warmth and wetness and softness. Just the feeling of someone poking at it.

And that was almost enough to push me over the edge.

"Goddess, please, no!" I cried, my hips rocketing into the air and carrying her head with them. "I'll — I'll —"

"Oh, she's on a hair trigger," Goddess giggled, sitting up and pushing herself back onto my face. "Fuck her nice and hard, Marguerite. Fuck all of that sissy cream out of her."

"With pleasure," the sissy answered, pushing my legs up into the air and ripping the panties off over my stilettos.

Goosebumps erupted over my naked skin, my body clenching and tightening. I felt a hand run over my cage, across my package, and down between my legs before resting at my rear entrance. I let out a high-pitched moan loud enough to be heard even over Goddess' muffling body. She and Marguerite laughed together, and then they were quiet, save for the sound of lips meeting lips.

Knowing my wife was kissing her should have made me furious. But she wasn't my wife anymore, and I wasn't her husband. She was my Goddess, and I her sissy plaything. And now all I wanted was for her to be happy and pleased with me.

"Fuck me," I begged. "Please, Marguerite, fuck me."

"You heard her, Marguerite," Goddess said, her fingers curling around my cage and sending another bolt of sensation through me.

I felt her press against my rear. The feeling made my breath catch, and then she pushed in, thick and hard and hot. She split me open, forcing out a long, high scream of equal parts pleasure and pain. The heat was almost as intense as the stretching, my cage bouncing and twitching as she went deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," Goddess moaned above me, grinding herself against my face. "That is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Do you like being fucked, baby?"

I nodded against her.

"She's so tight," Marguerite moaned as she continued her thrust into me. "I love a good virgin sissy pussy."

"She's taking you so well," Goddess moaned.

"She was made for this," Marguerite agreed. "The perfect little sissy."

"My slutty plaything."

Marguerite finally reached her hilt. She held still for a long moment. I could feel her heartbeat, felt mine change rhythms to match hers. She felt enormous, but as she began to pull back out, the pain was morphing into stomach-twisting pleasure that I could feel in my toes and the tips of my fingers.

"I need you in me," I moaned loudly, desperate for her to fill me again.

She obliged, slamming her massive cock back into me. I felt the lace of her petticoat brush against my thighs. What should have been a tickle was like a great wave of feeling crashing into me. I cried out, fingers digging into Goddess' thighs while she rode my face. I realized I was holding my legs straight up in the air and let them slowly droop down until they were resting against Marguerite's satin-covered shoulders.

"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me, I need to cum. I want to cum from your cock, Marguerite."

"Give it to her," Goddess purred.

She settled into a steady rhythm, her hips rolling back and forth. Her motions were careful and practiced, each thrust slow and picking up speed until her legs bumped into my cheeks, our skirts dancing around us. I wished I could see her. I wanted to revel in two sissy girls delighting in our beautiful, feminine clothes. I wanted to see myself as I gave the last of myself to my Goddess.

But I would have to settle for simply feeling it.

"I think I'm going to cum soon," I said, my head a scramble of disconnected thoughts.

My tongue felt thick and useless in my mouth, my eyes closed. I tried to lick my Goddess but it felt half-hearted and distracted. She must have noticed it too, because she climbed off my face and laid on the bed next to us, fingers between her legs. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, while Marguerite grunted and pressed her mighty length into me.

"You remember what it means if you cum?" Goddess asked, and even in my state I could hear the anxiety color her tone. "Do you still — are you ready for that?"

"Yes," I moaned, kissing her again. "Yes, I want that. I want to be your sissy."

"Can you cum?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. "In the cage?"

"Yes, Goddess," I grimaced as Marguerite's cock found a particular sensitive spot deep inside of me. "I — I can. I'm going to."

The pressure had been steadily rising until now I felt like I was going to boil over. Every one of Marguerite's deep thrusts brought me closer and closer. My cage was tight, but the pressure I felt inside muted the squeeze it had on my clit. My dress was a satin embrace, my silk-covered toes curling around each other behind Marguerite's neck.

I was ready.

"I'm going — I'm cumming," Goddess moaned next to me, her body stiffening.

But I was too focused on my own body to notice. Marguerite's grunts were fast and low and animal now, her graceful thrusts replaced by feral, forceful jolts into me. I couldn't handle it anymore, couldn't take the pressure and intensity and the cage. It didn't hurt, it was simply too much.

"Fuck!" Marguerite screamed, and I felt sticky heat flood me.

Thoughts collided in my brain.

She's cumming from fucking me. My Goddess came from watching me get fucked. I'm wearing a dress and being fucked, and I'm going to cum. I don't have a cock, I have a clit. I'm locked, and I will be forever. I want that. That's why she came. That's what I'm for. That's what I am.

For an instant, the room came into sharp focus. Marguerite between my legs, my Goddess next to me. My dress. My stockings. My cage. It felt so real and so right — this is where I was supposed to be. Who I was supposed to be.

A sissy.

I screamed as I came, a loud, high-pitched cry that erased all other sounds in the room. My insides collapsed in on themselves, then suddenly grew as squirts of sissy cum sprayed from my cage. Marguerite fucked me through it all, her cock forcing hot jets from me and prolonging my orgasm. A sensation somewhere between pleasure and relief crashed into my body, filling me with pinpricks.

"Oh yes, baby," Goddess whispered next to me, leaning in to kiss me. "Cum like a sissy. Cum from being fucked."

I felt Marguerite's cum dribble out of me and knew mine was mixing with hers. Two sissies making each other cum for the pleasure of a Goddess. The idea made me squirt again and let out a small squeal. I really was a sissy now.

For the first time in weeks, my cage stopped squeezing me. I tilted my chin and looked down at it. It was filled and covered in my sticky mess, my clit shriveled within its tube. Even as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm, seeing it still on me started to make me swell again.

I'd done it, for both of us. I'd proven my dedication to my Goddess, shown her that I was the sissy she wanted me to be. My life laid itself out in front of me: endless frustration, beautiful dresses, lingerie to be ogled in. It was exactly what I wanted, even if I had never let myself admit it.

Goddess kissed me again, then rested her hand on my satin-covered chest. My heart was pounding so hard it made her fingers bounce.

"My sissy girl," she sighed happily. "Locked and pantied. My perfect toy. Forever."