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Chapter 10: Becoming Harmony

It took a long time to part the massive girlish sea of my skirts. Layer after layer after layer conspired to hide my panties and clit away. Faith doggedly dug through them, casting nylon and silk up to me, where I gathered it in a growing mound at my chest. Finally she found the last, a stiff layer of shiny silk that was all that stood between me and her thick, glistening cock.

"Are you ready?" she asked, pulling my legs up until my stocking-covered ankles were draped over her shoulders. "Are you ready to give yourself up to me? When you cum from my cock, I'm never unlocking you again."

"That's what I want," I breathed.

Her cock twinkled from the glittery lip gloss I had left behind on it. Then Faith took a step forwards and I couldn't see it behind the shroud of skirts between us. They rustled quietly as I shook beneath them, knowing I'd feel her cock press against me. It seemed to take forever until it did.

I let out a loud, high squeal of a moan as I felt the thick head slip between my cheeks and come to a rest against my rear entrance. Faith bit her lip, her chest heaving even within the tight constraints of her satin bra. I pulled my skirts up towards my head, trying to see what was happening between my legs, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"No," she said, and her voice was taut. "No, put them down. I want this to just be about us. Me, right here, right now, making you into the sissy girl you are."

"Yes," I said. "Yes, make me into a sissy. Take my virginity. Fuck, Faith, I need you."

"You're going to get me."

I dropped my skirts. I could feel her cock, could feel my clit straining against its bars. I could see my stilettos and white-glazed legs draped across Faith's shoulders. For an instant, I felt so vulnerable that it almost made me cry. Anxiety crashed into arousal. Was I really ready for this? Did I really want this?

How could anyone have anything so perfect?

"When we're done," Faith murmured, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "You're never going to want anything else."

I bit my nip and nodded fast. "Okay, Faith. I'm — I want you."

I squealed as she slid swiftly into me. If her cock had felt big in my mouth, it was colossal in my ass. The tip split me open, spreading me apart to allow the heavy, veiny shaft to follow. It bumped across my prostate before delving deep inside of me and sending electric waves of pleasure out to my toes.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Faith, oh fuck, oh —" I repeated as she drove herself into me, eyes wide. "Oh, oh, oh, oh—! "

"I know, baby, it's intense," Faith whispered. "Just relax and take me. You're doing such a good job. Doesn't it feel incredible?"

The pain was hot and red and then suddenly replaced by cool, overwhelming pleasure. My cage waggled uselessly between my legs as Faith's massive shaft split me open. My clit was nothing more than a tool of her control, now. A way for her to tease me and play with me. Her cock was what I wanted now.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I breathed, unsure if my eyes were open or closed.

?Faith pushed steadily onwards, her cock sliding effortlessly into me. My stomach was in knots, my fingers curled into tight fists with the bedsheet inside them. I realized I was holding my breath and let out a long, loud gasp just as the dangling black package at the base of her cock bumped into me.

"That's it, baby," Faith said softly with a grin. "That's all of me. You took me. You did it!"

She leaned down and kissed me, pushing my wavy hair out of my face. My glossy lips slipped across hers and I was suddenly overwhelmed with need for her. I wanted her mouth on mine, wanted her inside of me, wanted all of her everywhere. I was dressed in a white gown and lace and frills, dressed up pretty and virginal and desperate all for her.

My heart thundered as I grabbed her cheeks. "I need you to fuck me," I said, my voice almost a growl. "Right fucking now."

Faith's face split into a grin.

"As you command, princess."

She withdrew, and before I had a chance to process the sudden emptiness inside of me, she pushed back in. I screamed in agonized pleasure, my clit so hard in the cage that I was sure this time it would break. It was peaking out through the opening in the front of my panties, the lacy trim brushing against my package. Faith's thrusts made it bounce and wiggle, a reminder of who I was and who I was about to be.

Caged. A toy. Faith's plaything.

A sissy.

"Oh, fuck, Faith!" I screamed as she slammed herself into me.

Her cock filled me completely. Pleasure erupted out to my fingertips. My back arched and I squeezed my legs around her neck, trying to pull her closer to me. Needing her closer. Needing her deeper.

"I need you deeper. I need you harder," I grunted, staring at her with wild eyes. "I need your cock! Fuck me!"

She obliged. Her thrusts were fast and hard, short slams giving way to luxurious, agonizingly slow glides in and out of me. My cage twitched and bucked and dribbled pre-cum. It ran over my package and down between my legs, lubricating her cock as it slid in and out of me. All around us, the crumpled fabric of my dress whispered and rustled.

"You are so fucking hot," Faith moaned, her voice wavering. "You're going to make me cum, Harmony."

Her nostrils were flared, her hands tight on my waist. Her hips rocked forwards and backwards, drawing a curvaceous, fluid line in the air. The curled tip of her cock stroked and ground inside of me, drawing out squeals of pleasure. It was so overwhelming, I had forgotten that the strap-on was inside of her as well.

"I need you to fuck me so hard you cum," I groaned. "Use me to cum, Faith. I want you to have what I don't get to."

Suddenly she was on top of me, kissing me, my pelvis rotated upwards. Her cock dove into me, the new angle letting it in deeper and faster. My knees were practically on my chest. If I had felt vulnerable before, now I felt trapped and exposed.

Nothing turned me on more.

"Oh, you're going to cum," she growled between aggressive kisses. She pushed my head up and to the side, exposing my neck, and kissed me hard and fast there, sucking in the tender skin. "But nobody is unlocking that cage ever again."

"Fuck," I whimpered, eyebrows knitted in an arch. "Fuck, fuck, why do I want that, Faith?"

The black package of the strap-on slapped against me as she drove herself deep inside of me.

"Because you're a sissy, Harmony," she whispered. "And that's what sissies want."

"I want it. I want it so bad. I want the dresses and the nighties. I want you to dress me up and fuck me, Faith."

"What else do you want?" Her voice was tight. I could tell she was close.

"I want you to lock me up. I want to be teased. I want to give you all the pleasure you'll never give me."

"I'm going to make you so desperate for my touch you'll do anything to be unlocked. You'll beg me for it."

She held herself at her apex, chest heaving. Her heart was beating so hard and so fast, I could feel it twitching through the length of her shaft. She was staring at me, huge eyes digging down into me and seeing me for who I was. Who I was becoming. Who I wanted to be.

"What is your name?"

"Harmony," I moaned as she began to thrust in and out again.

"What are you?"

"Your — your sissy!"

Pressure was building behind my clit, deep inside of me. Every rough thrust had made it grow until it was almost intolerable. Pleasure gave way to discomfort. It was crushing, threatening to explode out of me. And still Faith fucked me in short, aggressive strokes.

She leaned back, her belly pressed to mine but her back curving in a sinuous arch. Her head tipped sideways, hair spilling across her face, velvet red lips wide open in a silent scream that suddenly filled the room. Her body quaked, shaking me and the bed. My gown wrapped around us, the sound of its layers brushing against each other and us so loud that it threatened to mute out Faith's scream. Her fingers curled between mine, nails digging into the back of my hands.

Still she thrust into me. Gone were the fluid, practiced strokes. They were raw and short and hard. Her package slapped against me, my clit waggled uselessly, tapping against the satin inside my gown, completely hidden from view.

"Faith," I moaned, the pressure behind my clit spreading slowly out to my hips, my belly, my chest and neck and head. "Faith! I — I don't know if I can — I'm not cumming!"

"Just relax, baby," she breathed, hair fluttering in front of her mouth. "Just give in. Let yourself go. Let yourself be the sissy you are."

I thought about the nightgowns in the closet. The panties. The stockings. A life of sweet, pretty things. Gossamer fabrics brushing across my skin. Lace just hiding my caged clit from view. Strutting down the hallway in a diaphanous nightgown, running my hand across Faith's bare shoulders, kissing her, knowing she wanted it, wanted me, wanted to take me, to fuck me, to use me —

"Fuck!"

I exploded into the caverns of my gown in a hot, high-pressure jet of sissy cum. Every thrust from Faith's cock drove more cum from me and forced another scream of pleasure from my glossy, glittery lips. My cage felt like it was going to rip itself off me but stayed tightly, firmly, horribly, wonderfully in place. My entire body was shaking. Each eruption of sissy cream wracked me with waves of pleasure that made my back arch.

The gown had fallen across my legs, brushing and teasing the naked skin through the white silk that coated them. My ankles were locked together around Faith's back, pulling her down to me, holding her tightly against my chest. I could feel her trying to lean back and stand up, but I couldn't control my body. She was stuck there as long as I was cumming.

It did finally subside. Explosive cascades of pleasure turned to waves washing against the beach, which became ripples that eventually became still and glassy. My breathing was shaky, my heart pounding like a hammer, every part of my body sensitive and completely overwhelmed.

And I was still desperately, painfully horny.

"Oh, fuck ," I moaned, screwing my eyes shut, feeling my cum dribble down my clit, still rock-hard in its cage. "I'm still so turned on, Faith."

She kissed my cheek. "I know, Harmony. That's the joy of a cage sissygasm like that. You're going to be horny for the rest of your life, sissy. Get ready."

She stood up, her cock slipping from me and my legs sliding off her shoulders.

"Because your body is mine. And I'm never taking that cage off again."