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Chapter 3: A Sissy Foursome

The lock on my cage rattled as I bounced on Violet's enormous cock. My skirts flared around me as I slammed down on it, lacy petticoats rustling and swishing through the air. My hair was tangled around my shoulders and in the sheer balloon sleeves of my dress. I was leaning backwards, hands on her thighs. My legs burned from the effort. Pre-cum gushed from my cage, spilling into the white silk of Violet's petticoat.

She was laying on her back, now, me straddling her. My package bounced and twitched with each of Violet's slams into me. I squealed as her cock spread me open then pulled back. Every motion filled me with agonized pleasure, my cage tight and restrictive. Violet may be free, but I was still locked and denied.

Nothing but a pretty plaything, even to another sissy maid.

Our screams had attracted two more girls from the Belmont staff, each dressed in their sissy best and heavily made up. Hair and nails and stockings and heels — but unlike the girl fucking me, these two were still caged. A vibrator had been found and was currently buzzing against the cage of one while they kissed, skirts pulled back, legs spread and knees raised up to their satin-covered chests.

The blonde one, Erica, held it against Jenna's clit. Jenna's hand pinched Erica's nipple through her sheer black dress. The sissy squealed and momentarily moved the vibrator. Jenna groaned and pulled it back before kissing her partner again. The two sissies were almost more interested in each other than in Violet and me.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelped as Violet shifted her hips, lurching me forwards in a wreath of lace and satin.

"Now I can see your pretty face while I fuck your pretty ass," Violet growled, her teeth clenched in a tight grin. "I want to see what it looks like when I cum in you."

Cum in me again. My hole was already slick from her second orgasm, and a dribble of cum running from the corner of my mouth was a remnant of her first. Violet had preternatural staying power, though six months in chastity meant she had a lot of pent-up arousal.

"I don't think you can do it a third time," I breathed, our lips close enough that we could kiss.

I leaned down and brushed them against her, glossy pink against velvety red. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as her hips slammed into my rear. My cage was lost in the mess of silk petticoats, our skirts pressed together with a delicious crunch. Each of Violet's fierce thrusts made my whole body shake, my dress dancing around me.

"Look at that," Erica whispered in awe. "Her cock is so big, Jenna."

They had managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to see what we were doing. The clacking sound of the vibrator stopped and was followed by the click of thin stilettos making their way to the bed. I pulled back from kissing Violet and saw Jenna there, full lips parted as she watched us.

I lifted myself up and kissed her, one hand slipping beneath her bouffant petticoat to find her cage there, warm and steel and dripping. I tightened my hand around it and felt her body stiffen. She sucked in air around our lips, eyebrows arching. Her cage twitched in my hand and pre-cum dribbled out of it.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, Violet will let you go for a ride, too," I whispered, slipping my pre-cum-slicked fingers into her mouth.

She sucked them dry, her tongue snaking between my fingers, licking off every last drop of her own juices. I squeezed her again, and she moaned softly, more pre-cum spurting from her cage. The lace of her panties was already soaked with it, and I was sure Erica's was too.

All of us were furiously, torturously, aggressively aroused and frustrated.

All of us except Violet. Her cock rubbed against me, every thrust sending electric, stomach-churning pleasure out to my fingers and toes. Erica was kissing her now, her ass high in the air and framed by a delicate pink petticoat trimmed with red piping. Her rear looked completely naked save for the barest curve of satin above her cheeks that suggested she might be wearing a thong.

Jenna leaned down and found my nipple through the satin of my dress, nipping at it with her teeth. I yelped at the pleasure and pain. My hand flailed on the bed next to me, and it brushed against something velvety and firm.

The vibrator.

I picked it up just as Violet pushed herself up into me, hard and fast, my choked scream mixing with her long moan of pleasure. My cage twitched between our skirts, buried beneath layers of sweet, girlish fabrics. I was sure she was close to finishing in me again, but she was fighting against it. Erica pulled away and I could see Violet's makeup-smeared eyes screwed tightly shut.

I flicked the vibrator and it sprung to life in my hands. For a moment, I thought about putting it on my cage. Violet's cock surged within me; I was sure that I could cum with its help. My cage was tighter than ever, a steel vice keeping me resolutely locked.

But I didn't have to be denied.

Jenna yanked down the lacy neckline of my dress and danced her tongue across my exposed nipple. I gasped and bit my lip at the white intensity of the sensation. It was a distant reminder of how I had once used my cock, a teasing remnant of pleasure I used to have. Slowly, I brought the vibrator to my cage.

It was like touching two hot wires together. Electric pleasure exploded in my body as it buzzed hollowly against my cage. I ran it over the length and circled it around my tip, desperate for the thin steel skin to be gone. It was so tantalizingly close to the real thing. So close to giving me the release my body ached for.

Then Erica bent over. Her chest was pressed against the bed, her rear high in the air, deliciously framed by the cascade of pink silk. There was no thong, only two strips of lace that ran along her cheeks. Her pink, puckered hole was pointed at me, begging for me to please it.

"Your cock is so big, Violet," I moaned as she slammed herself into me again and again, drawing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

But not close enough.

"Cum in me," I continued. "Fill me with your sweet, girlish cream!"

She made a guttural sound and slammed into me again. "Not. Yet."

A long strand of pre-cum trailed from the vibrator as I pulled it off my cage and out of the crush of silk. I circled it quickly around Erica's hole, then plunged it inside. The curved shape knocked against her prostate and I watched her cage twitch and spurt as she squealed in sissy ecstasy.

"Oh, right there!" she cried. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good!"

Jenna had produced another one, as large as a fist and vibrating loudly next to me. It was turned onto her own cage, the rattle of the lock lost in her moans of pleasure. I reached down and took it from her, feeling the heavy thrum of the toy in my arm, and rubbed it along her tiny steel length and around her tiny brown package. I ground the vibrator inside Erica against her, forcing more drools of pre-cum from her cage.

"Make her cum," Violet choked out, her body rigid as she fought her own inevitable orgasm. "She — She deserves it!"

Erica turned to me slowly, her eyebrows arched high and mouth open in a silent moan. The vibrator slipped from my grip but stayed inside of her, buzzing happily. She crawled to us and began to slowly dig through our petticoats. I felt a finger bump against my cage as I turned the vibrator to buzz against Jenna's tip. Both of us yelped at the same time, sensation cutting through the haze of agonized pleasure we both floated through.

She pulled it carefully out of the mass of silk. My package was dark and angry beneath it, the result of months of teasing and torment. I could only imagine what color the skin was inside. Erica leaned down and licked experimentally along the exposed tip. The feeling was overwhelming, white intensity that made me forget even the massive cock inside of me.

The vibrator in my hand began to move and I let it go. For an instant, it was just Violet filling me and the tender probing of Erica's tongue. Then the sensation of the massive vibrator slammed into me and I screamed in overwhelmed, confused pleasure. It was like a wave cresting, the heavy thing smacking and buzzing on my cage, knocking it against Erica's tongue and lips.

I realized my eyes were closed and pulled them open, finding myself staring at Violet. Her face was twisted into a mask of effort. Her thrusts were short and tight now, her legs taut beneath me. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a gasp, then spread her lips to say something.

But the only thing that emerged was her cum.

She exploded into me just as Jenna took my head in her hands and kissed me, tongue spreading my lips. Violet's cum was thick and heavy now, bursting into my depths and flooding out around her cock. Sticky heat filled me again as Violet groaned deeply.

Jenna's tongue worked against mine, the vibrator smacking at my cage. My dress brushed against my silk-glazed legs, my toes curling in the stockings. My cage felt like it was going to burst, the steel finally reaching its breaking point.

I exploded instead.

Erica lapped at my thin stream of cum as it squirted out of my cage. Violet continued thrusting into me, her thick head bumping each jet of cum out. I squealed as my cage struggled to contain me, as Erica's tongue brushed against my tip, as Jenna kissed me deeply, as the vibrator buzzed in my cage and belly and fingers and toes.

"Hello, girls," came a soft, stern voice from behind us, silky and icy and slicing through the pleasure and moans and moist heat of our bodies.

I froze, my blood going cold. I couldn't turn around but knew I had to. The vibrator fell away from me, buzzing mutely on the bed next to us. Violet's breathing was heavy and loud. Her cum was still oozing out of me, mixing into our dresses.

"M—M—M—" stuttered Jenna, eyes wide with fear.

Slowly I turned my head until I could see her frame in the doorway. She was smiling, and that almost made it worse. Dread replaced pleasure in my body. I was gripped with it, my palms beginning to sweat.

We were caught.

"Are you having a good time?" asked Madame Belmont as she stepped into the room and swung the door shut behind her.