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Chapter 5: Mergers

The woman was tall and slender, sophistication wafting off her like expensive perfume. She was stylish in a modern way, with billowing pants and a tight, low-cut corset-style top. She was trailed by a pair of women in conservative grey suits carrying enormous stacks of papers. As the trio strode through the office, people peeked around corners or watched over the tops of their cubical walls.

"Marianne Reed," the woman greeted my boss, her voice low and cool.

Her smile was angular and self-assured. She grabbed Marianne's outstretched hand and shook it hard, not once breaking eye contact. Her bracelets jangled and clattered against each other.

"Sylvia Kingsley," Marianne greeted her with a small nod. "Pleasure to see you. Shall we —"

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you," Sylvia cut her off, the smile unchanged. "At least, I assume it will be."

I thought I caught her looking at me, but as I shifted my eyes back to meet hers, she was looking at Marianne again.

"Of course," Marianne said, matching Sylvia's smile. "Please, come this way."

I joined the two women Sylvia arrived with and we trailed the pair down the hallway. We stopped at our largest, showiest conference room. I followed Sylvia and Marianne into the room, and when no one else came in, I shut the door behind me.

"This is largely a formality," Marianne was saying as I dropped into a chair next to her, brushing my short tulle skirt out. "But we need to take care of this last step in person."

"Just show me where I need to sign," Sylvia sighed. "And then we can begin."

Marianne slid a stack of papers across the table to her. Sylvia produced a pen from somewhere on her person and began flipping through the pages, scribbling out her signature next to yellow sticky notes.

"You know, Marianne," Sylvia said as she signed. "It was only because of how you sweetened the deal that I even agreed to it."

"I'm sure your valuation helped too," Marianne replied with a smile.

"That was just what me in the door," Sylvia said, casting her eyes towards me in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "It was the stories I've heard about your secretaries that got you across the finish line."

"Stories?" Marianne asked with a hint of surprise. "What stories?"

?_Yeah, what stories?_ I added silently, unable to return Sylvia's gaze.

Sylvia shoved the stack of signed papers back to Marianne. "Please. They're all but an open secret."

She stood and walked around the table while I peered at the documents she had signed. I assumed she was looking out the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised one wall of the conference room. So it was a shock when I felt a hand snake under my jaw and shove my head backwards.

Oh my god, I thought in shock. Is she going to fuck me?

The idea made me start to swell.

"So let's see if the stories are true," she murmured, her glossy pink lips next to my ear.

Goosebumps ran down my side and spread out over my back. I shuddered and sucked in air. Now I was as stiff as I could be in my cage. I could hear the sound of Sylvia smile.

"Marianne," I began, turning to look at my boss. "What is this?"

"Hush," Sylvia said, her hand turning my head back. "Shut your pretty mouth. You're not here to talk."

The power behind the motion made me moan anyway.

"Shall I leave you to it?" Marianne asked, beginning to stand.

"I think you should stay," Sylvia answered. "You know what she's best at, after all. I'd hate to waste my time with her."

"She's quite motivated," Marianne said. "I really don't need —"

"Maybe she's not the only thing I wanted in this deal."

"Sylvia, I don't —"

"Your mouth is just as much of a problem as hers," Sylvia whispered. "Aren't you interested in using it for something more fun?"

And then there was silence.

I stared straight ahead, rigid in my chair, unsure what I should do. There were muffled sounds behind me. Finally, I slowly turned to see what was happening behind me.

Sylvia had removed Marianne's clothes rapidly but incompletely. Her skirt was pooled on the floor, draped over her nude pumps, revealing bright pink satin panties and a matching garter belt. Her blouse had been pulled open, the side-tie undone, but it was still draped over her shoulders, her arms still in the sleeves.

Apparently there hadn't been enough time to take it off before they began kissing.

Seeing Sylvia hold Marianne's face in her hands while they kissed filled me with arousal and something surprising: jealousy.

?_I want her to do that to me,_ I thought suddenly.

I became keenly aware of the bars of the cage as I imagined her holding my head the way she was holding Marianne's, kissing me deeply, controlling my body with hers. I watched as Sylvia's fingers slipped into the lacy waistband of Marianne's panties, her hand disappearing behind pink satin. Marianne moaned, eyes suddenly opening before slowly shutting again as Sylvia kissed her.

"Oh, you're so wet already," Sylvia purred, kissing down Marianne's neck and pushing her blouse open with her nose. "Is this just from little ol' me?"

Marianne shuddered and nodded. "I've heard stories about you, too, Sylvia."

"Oh really? " Sylvia asked with obvious delight. "What have you heard?"

"That you're relentless," Marianne moaned, Sylvia's fingers clearly doing a good job. "And that you've broken everyone you've ever been with."

"That's why she's here," Sylvia grinned, jerking her chin towards me. "So we can break her together."

"Show what she's getting," Marianne commanded between gasps of pleasure. "Although I'm sure she already knows."

"I want to see what's in her panties. I've never seen one before," Sylvia said, looking over to me. "What's your name, girl?"

"Carly, ma'am," I said, voice shakier than I anticipated. "At your service."

Sylvia snorted. "Shut up and show it to me."

I stood and gathered my skirt in my arm, holding it against my belly. My panties were a zebra print satin with bright blue lace trim. I regretted it — too immature! I would have worn something else if I had known this was in the schedule for the day. With my free hand, I tugged my panties down, revealing my package and caged cock. I was already straining at the bars, and watching Sylvia with her hand in Marianne's panties was not helping.

"Oh my," Sylvia gasped as she stared at my cage, though the same crooked smile was spreading across her face now. "That looks very frustrating. How long have you had it on?"?

"Six weeks and four days, ma'am," I responded.

"Well if you can't use your little cock to fuck," she said, releasing Marianne and beginning to unzip the fly of her trousers. "I guess we'll have to use mine."

Something long and thick sprang out of her pants, pointing directly at me. For an instant, I thought she had a cock. I stared at it, my mouth hanging open in shock, before realizing it was a strap-on, though an incredibly realistic one. It even matched the color of her skin, the tip a shade darker than her lips. It waggled in the air between us.

"That outfit — you're such a little trollop in it," she grinned. "Now bend over that table. Don't make me wait. Show me what you're good for."

I turned slowly, still reeling.

This isn't like with Marianne. I'm going to get fucked, I thought, the idea making my cage twitch and my stomach flip over.

"This might be her first time, but don't be gentle with her," Marianne said, crossing to the table opposite me and bending over, resting her chin on her hands. "Make her scream. Make it memorable."

"Her first time?" Sylvia gushed. "You saved her tight little ass for me, Marianne? I get to break her in?"

"You do, Sylvia."

"I'm going to take your virginity, slut," Sylvia grinned at me. "How does that make you feel?"

I could barely separate my feelings of frustrated horniness from my nervousness. Was I really ready for this? Could I let someone take my sissy virginity like this?

And did I even have a choice?

"Excited," I finally answered. "And scared, too."

Sylvia laughed, a high, shrill sound that sent shivers down my back.

"Where did you even find this one, Marianne?" she asked, stepping up behind me.

"She applied, " Marianne said with a grin. "Barely even blinked when I told her what she'd have to do. Although I never mentioned this part, did I, Carly?"

I shook my head, stomach filled with butterflies. "No, ma'am."

"But she's taken to it like none of them have before," Sylvia said. "She's the perfect sissy slut."

"She is," Marianne said. "Now, Carly, it's time to get fucked. Take off your panties."

I began to pull them down, but Sylvia slapped my hands out of the way. Instead, she yanked my thong to the side. Then the same shrill, high laugh.

"Oh my, Marianne, you've even been preparing her for me," Sylvia said. "Is there anything sexier than a plugged sissy with her panties around her knees?"

Sylvia tugged at my plug, then pulled it out. I gasped at the roughness of the motion, suddenly feeling cold and empty. Then there was pressure at my rear as she pressed the strap-on against me. She shoved me hard between my shoulder blades and I fell forwards across the conference table, letting out a squeal of a gasp.

"When she's done with you, you'll be a real sissy," Marianne said with a smile. "Doesn't that sound wonderful? Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, I want that."

"You'll get to wear all the pretty clothes you want," Marianne continued. "Forever."

"And the cage?" I whispered, stomach clenching.

"Proper sissies don't use their little cocks," Marianne giggled. "If you're a good girl, we'll practice so can cum from being fucked."

I moaned, feeling myself strain against my cage. Why does that sound so hot?

"Now be a good sissy girl and tell Sylvia what you want," Marianne commanded, straightening.

"Oh god," I moaned, knowing what I needed to say.

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Say it, slut!" Sylvia cried, smacking my naked rear with her hand. "Beg me for my cock!"

I yelped and jumped, but her shaft remained resolutely pressed against me.

"Please, ma'am," I pleaded. "Please, fuck my little sissy hole."

"Is that all?" Sylvia said, hitting me again. "That was as pathetic as your little caged cock."

"Please, Sylvia," I tried again. "Please fuck me! I need your cock. Please fill me up and teach me what a sissy is good for. Make me a sissy. Please, take my virginity and use my ass!"

"Much better."

And then she entered me. I winced and groaned as the thick tip split me open. The shaft slid in, slowly spreading me until she filled me. Even when I was sure I couldn't take anymore, her cock kept coming and coming. My high-pitched cry turned into a scream as she slid deeper into me.

"It's so big!" I squealed. "I can't take it all!"

"Oh yes you can," Sylvia said from behind me. "Sissies take what they're given, and they like it."

"There's so much," I moaned, my eyes screwed shut and head dropping.

"You're doing such a good job taking it all," Marianne encouraged. "You're being such a good little sissy girl."

When I was sure I couldn't take anymore — when my body felt like it was being split open — she finally reached the end. I felt entirely filled in a way I never had before. I strained against her. My breathing was shallow and fast. The base of the strap-on pressed against my own package dangling uselessly between my legs.

Locked away, my cock was now just a reminder of what I was. A way to keep me horny and desperate, a symbol of my submission. A way to tease and torture me. I felt something dribble out of it, soaking into my panties.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at Marianne's naked wetness, her panties still around one of her ankles.

"Maybe doing something with your mouth will help," she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled me between her legs.

I dove into her at the same time Sylvia began to pull backwards, my scream lost in Marianne's folds. Sylvia withdrew until just the swollen tip was inside of me, then pushed forwards hard and fast. I squealed again, then tried to regain my composure and pleasure Marianne the way she demanded.

Sylvia fell into a slow, steady rhythm, pushing her entire length into me before pulling it almost completely out. Her thickness slid inside of me, stretching and bumping against me, filling me with a sick pleasure I'd never felt before. My insides were in knots that her cock began to untangle. A pressure was building at the base of my cage, making it feel even tighter than before.

"Fuck, you look hot with a dick in your ass," Marianne moaned from above me, fingers laced into my hair. "Why did I wait so long to make this happen?"

"The perfect little sissy secretary," Sylvia added, thrusting faster now. "As good at taking cock as she is at taking calls."

My cage was rubbing against my panties, the satin brushing my skin through the bars. It was torturous; the barest hint of pleasure breaking through the steel. The panties held my cage against my body. That pressure itself became strangely enjoyable in the absence of anything else. I had almost come to enjoy the gentle squeeze of panties and steel.

Marianne wrapped her legs around the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her. She was close to cumming, I could tell. She moaned above me, fingers so tight in my hair that her nails were digging into my scalp.

"Oh my god," Sylvia gasped behind me. "She loves this. Marianne, your sissy's panties are soaked !"

"Is that true, Carly?" Marianne asked, voice tight with a barely contained orgasm. "Did you get so turned on that your pretty panties are all wet now?"

I reached between my legs and found my satin panties. Sure enough, there was a wide wet spot centered on the tip of my cage.

"I'm going to fuck more than pre-cum out of you, slut," Sylvia said. "I'm going to make your cock explode in that cage."

"Not her cock," Marianne corrected. "Whose cock is that, Carly?"

"Yours," I answered. "It's your cock, Marianne."

"That's right. And why do I keep it in a cage?"

"To keep me horny!"

"Wrong, sissy. Because I can do anything I want with that cock. Because it belongs to me. And I want to make sure you never use it again."

"Good sissies only cum from being fucked anyway," Sylvia added. "Don't you want to be a good sissy?"

Some knot within me finally came loose. The pressure I had felt building reached its peak. My wet panties pressing against me felt electric, the satin sliding over the cage a jagged edge of pleasure. Sylvia slammed her cock in and out of me, spreading me open and letting me relax again and again. My cage swung between my legs, smacking against my belly and Sylvia's thighs.

I thought about my panties. My stockings. My dress and my wardrobe. I thought about laying on my back while Marianne slid a strap-on into me. I imagined Sylvia straddling my face. I imagined the pretty girl who worked a few desks away from me taking off her clothes and shoving my face between her legs.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried. "I want to be a good sissy girl!"

Marianne let out a choked cry. Her legs tightened around me, her body shaking so hard it was almost vibrating. Her fingers loosened in my hair, arms falling away. I kept licking and teasing her as she came.

I finally peaked. Sylvia was still thrusting me when a wave of relief swept over my body. It mixed with pleasure, the motions of Sylvia's cock crushing my insides. I screamed into Marianne. My cock bucked and strained so hard I thought the cage might break. All the pressure I felt building blasted out through the steel-bound tip, flooding my already-soaked panties with wave after wave of cum.

"She's cumming!" Sylvia cried in delight. "Marianne, your sissy slut came just from being fucked!"

Marianne was breathing heavily. "Her first time, too."

"How was losing your virginity, slut?" Sylvia asked.

"Amazing," I panted, soaked with sweat and cum. "Thank you."

"You know what that means?" she asked.

"It means she was made for this," Marianne answered.

And I knew in that moment that it was right.

It's all I want to be.