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Chapter 2: Her Jealousy

The click of her heels sounded more like the clatter of hooves as she rounded on me. Stocking-covered legs swished through the cloud of her petticoat, every step bringing her closer on her beeline straight for me. Her body was tense and strong, her eyes focused squarely on her target.

There was no doubting what was in her mind.

I stumbled backwards, tripping over the black stilettos I hadn't had time to put on yet. They toppled with a hollow knocking as I fell next to them. My skirts flared around me, a spray of blue and white in the early morning sun slicing through the massive windows. I looked up at her, inching myself backwards, not afraid of her but overwhelmed by her animal intensity.

"Violet!" I squealed as she finally came to a halt above me. "Stop it!"

From below, it was easy to see the long, languid arc of her cock and her heavy pink package. The tip was dewy with pre-cum. I realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and one of her garter straps dangled loosely behind her, the neglected stocking top limp on her thigh.

"She played with me all night," Violet breathed, her voice a low growl. "Unlocked me and kept me right on the edge while she fucked me."

I watched a shiver run over her body. Was it pleasure? Frustration?

"Where's your cage?" I managed, barely able to tear my eyes from her shaft.

"Probably still in her room. She never put it back on before she fell asleep."

"What — what are you going to do?"

She grinned. It was broad and wicked and white, slowly spreading across her face. She looked feral, a starved predator that has finally cornered a meal.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

I scrambled backwards as she took another step towards me. I yelped as I bumped into something hard, turning frantically to see the long stretch of silk-lined bed behind me. I scooted along it, trying to escape, but she followed me until finally, I was pressed against the corner, eyes as wide as saucers.

"I'm going to fuck you, Anna," she said softly, her voice leaden and flat. "I'm going to take out six months of frustration on that pretty little ass of yours."

I swallowed hard. My throat was dry, my tongue fat and stupid. "You — You — What will Madame Belmont say?"

"Madame Belmont doesn't have to know," she whispered, gathering her skirts in her arms to reveal the full, massive length of her shaft. "This will be our sexy little secret. That's the trouble with sissy maids."

Her eyes flashed as she pushed her tip towards me, drooling pre-cum in a long gossamer strand that floated in the air.

"If you forget to lock them back up, they'll break all the rules."

Her cock was hot and salty in my mouth, wrenching open my lips and sliding along my tongue. She was far from gentle, fingers tight in my hair as she thrust into my mouth, holding me tightly in place. My shoulders were hard against the wall, legs splayed in front of me. I looked up at her with wide eyes as she began to fuck my face.

"Oh, yes," she snarled. "That's the face I remember. Fuck, the instant I saw you walk into this place, I knew I had to have you, pantied or not."

She's been thinking about me all this time?

"But you like this… in that blue confection?" she bit her lip, eyes so wide I could see the full circle of her iris. "It's better than I could have imagined."

My heart thundered, my vision blurry on the edges as her cock rammed in and out of my mouth. Pre-cum was spilling from my lips as she slid across my tongue. I sucked and swirled her almost automatically, as I had done so many times before with our Madame's.

Put a cock in a sissy's mouth, and she knows exactly what to do.

As the shock of seeing Violet's titanic, unlocked cock began to wear off, I could feel myself responding to her. She was bestial and frenetic, her body taut and quivering. Base need coursed through her. A horny sissy, perpetually locked and denied — finally freed. Lustful and desirous and thinking only about the one thing they were never allowed to do.

And she wanted to do it with me!

I couldn't tell if she was jealous of me for all the time I spent with Madame Belmont, or if she simply wanted to fuck me. Not that it mattered: I was furiously hard in my cage as I looked up at her and saw her grinning manically at me. The Madame was slow and careful and tender, reveling in our denial and our reactions to her teases. Violet was coarse and untamed, singularly dedicated to one goal.

Finally getting to cum.

"Fuck, you're good at that," she moaned as I sucked. "You'll have to teach me."

"Isn't that what I'm doing now?"

"Shut up, sissy," she growled, though there was a hint of laughter in her tone. "Put that mouth back where it belongs."

It wasn't long before she got what she was looking for. She made a high, choked sound as her cock twitched in my mouth. I sucked harder, bouncing my tongue on the sensitive spot on the underside of her tip. I suddenly felt aggressive and powerful — if she was going to fuck my face, I was going to bring her to her knees.

Ribbons of cum spurted from her tip and I swallowed them easily and quickly. They were thin and weak compared to the thick eruptions of Madame Belmont. I swirled my tongue around her, drawing the cum out of her. Her moans turned first into cries, and then into screams of agonized pleasure. Her entire body was quaking from the pure, overwhelming sensation.

She tried to pull her cock from my lips, but I leaned forwards, keeping it tightly within my mouth. The hand tangled in my hair began to push but I snapped up and grabbed her wrist, fighting against her. It was easy to overpower her as she came, easy to turn the pleasure of release into the torment of overstimulation.

"Fucking slut!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck! "

She finally wrenched it from my mouth and collapsed backwards onto my bed. Her chest was heaving, hair matted across her forehead and face. Bright eyes stared out at me from under it, wide and unruly and still filled with animal lust. Her lipstick had smeared into a red streak reaching towards her cheek.

Her cock bounced between her legs, oozing cum in lazy drips, still as hard as if she hadn't just finished in my mouth.

"I can see why you're Madame's favorite, you little fucking slut," she said roughly.

"Did you learn anything from that?" I asked, wiping my mouth primly with one finger. "Or do you need more instruction?"

"Now here I thought I was doing something nice for you," she said with a sneer. "Letting you get a little more practice so you can keep impressing the Madame."

"Seems like I don't need anymore," I shrugged with a slight smile.

"Then I guess this is just for me."

She sprang towards me, hands under my arms, throwing me forwards onto the bed. My body landed on the mattress, my legs askew, toes scrambling at the floorboards. My skirts were splattered around me, petticoat lifted high enough to expose my panties. I managed to catch myself and stood, elbows pressed onto the bed, and looked over my shoulder at Violet.

"Eager to see what Madame Belmont gets?" I grinned. "Maybe you can learn why she likes fucking me so much more than she likes you."

Violet emitted a rumbling sound and bared her teeth. She wrenched my panties off me and I kicked them off into the corner. She rested a red-manicured hand on my naked rear, her touch soft and warm and aggressive. My cage dangled between my spread legs, tiny and contained.

"You're going to take every inch of my cock and beg me for more," Violet said gruffly. "I'm going to fuck you harder than Madame Belmont ever could."

"Does that mean I get to be your favorite, too?"

"You're just the slut I'm using to cum," she said. "You're nothing but a hole for me."

"But I'm a very, very good one."

Her skirts rustled as she rested her cock between my cheeks and rubbed it slowly up and down. Pre-cum was already spilling from the tip again, mixing with the slick of cum and spit already there. All of it flowed down the length and onto me, readying me for her cock.

"Fuck me, Violet," I moaned. "Teach me what a good sissy maid should do."

And she pushed herself into me.