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Goodbye Sissy
by Meeah Soo (nomad1313@aol.com)
***
Jamie is surprised by the black intruder that his wife
has hired to get rid of her sissy husband once and for
all. (MF, MM, nc, rp, tv, intr, anal, scat, fetish)
***
On the bed in the guest room, Jamie lay back against
the flowered pillows, feeling pretty in his pink satin
nightie, his stockinged legs spread wide, and the long
black vibrator pressed to the mound in his panties that
betrayed his tied-back cock. He slid the straps of the
nightie off his shoulders and pulled one pale little
tittie out a frilly lace-lined cup. He squeezed the
small sensitive nipple and took the vibrator off his
already wet panties and placed it instead against his
tight asshole.
"Oohhh..." he moaned, licking the raspberry lipstick
off his lips.
He opened his made-up eyes and glanced down the length
of his legs, sexy in white fishnets, his polished red
toes, rigid with anticipated delight, lined up in white
high-heeled sandals. Jamie imagined a man, large and
hairy and muscled, between his smooth white thighs, a
man who would feverishly lick Jamie's clean pink
asshole, as he readied to plunder Jamie's sissy
virginity.
Jamie felt his tummy flutter at the scrumptious
fantasy....
He left the vibrator humming against his asshole and
delicately fingered the head of his penis which was
pulled backward towards his tush. It wouldn't be long
now... he wouldn't be able to hold out...
I'm going to make a cummy... he thought, I'm going to
make a cummy...
And that's when he heard the noise from downstairs.
Jamie sat up, terrified, his captive clittie almost
instantly shrinking in his panties.
Impossible! he thought.
He'd seen Donna leave two hours ago; he'd helped her
carry her bags to the car. He'd been extra careful just
in case. He turned and looked at the clock radio on the
bed stand. She should already be in the air on the way
to that weeklong conference in Dallas right now.
Maybe, his heart now pounding, he'd just imagined the
sound downstairs. Frozen in terror where he lay in full
femme, Jamie didn't even have the presence of mind to
turn off the vibrator now pulsing unfelt under his
bottom. He just lay there, breathless, knowing that if
Donna had somehow come home there'd be no way to
explain the situation. His secret would be out.
And then... And then... who knew?
But as Jamie lay there he felt himself growing calmer.
His heart slowed down. His breathing returned to
normal.
It must have been his imagination, he figured. Maybe
the sound he'd heard was just the heat coming on or
going off. Maybe the afternoon mail had slid off the
table...
Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. He listened again,
very carefully. He didn't hear a sound coming from
downstairs. He placed his limp, prettified hand against
his damp panties again and slowly started to stroke.
Hmmm... he thought, what if someone had broken in. He
pictured what an intruder bursting unexpected into the
guest room would see: a soft femmy sissy in lingerie
pleasuring himself and fantasizing about being fucked
by a real man...
Jamie let himself indulge in the fantasy of a masked
intruder, tickling his swollen clit-head, letting the
vibrator hum against his anal ring. Minutes
passed...he'd closed his eyes, and when he opened them
again because of some subtle shift in the light he saw
a dark form filling the doorway of the guest bedroom.
At first, Jamie couldn't believe his eyes... it was
almost as if he were still dreaming. He just lay there,
speechless, disbelieving, unable to move.
The black man was tall, lean, but obviously strongly
built under the shiny leather jacket. He moved swiftly
into the room, the knife in his left hand held just
behind his thigh, as if not wanting Jamie to see it.
"Oh please, oh..." Jamie finally managed.
The intruder worked quickly, flipping Jamie over, and
tying the sissy's hands behind his back with a rope he
must have brought with him. Jamie, still in a kind of
shock, offered no resistance.
"Take anything you want," he said, his made-up face
pressed into the pillow, "just don't hurt me,
please..."
The black man, now on the bed and straddling Jamie's
hips, looked around the guest room, and then back at
the sissy lying helpless beneath him. He sneered. "Shut
up you fucking little faggot."
He reached back and picked up the vibrator, still
humming, and laughed. "You like this up your ass, you
freaky bitch?"
He ripped Jamie's panties off and shoved the vibrator
deep inside Jamie's sissy ass. Jamie groaned with the
pain as he felt the muscles tearing. But after a few
moments of intense pain, Jamie felt himself cumming
into the bedclothes, humiliating himself, in spite of
everything.
"No oh god, no, oh god..."
The black man laughed and then said, "I told you to
shut up bitch."
He hit Jamie in the back of the head with his forearm.
Jamie whited-out for a few minutes. When he came to, he
heard the black man rummaging around the room. He hoped
the intruder would take what he wanted and just leave.
He wasn't worried anymore about being found en femme,
he just wanted to survive. But the intruder didn't just
leave. Jamie moaned as he felt himself being dragged
off the bed. He was propped up to a kneeling position
on the floor and when his eyes fluttered open Jamie saw
the man's large black cock in front of his painted
lips.
"Blow me sissy girl," the man ordered. "But if I so
much as feel your teeth I swear I'll knock them out."
Okay, Jamie thought, so this is a rape now. If I do as
he says, maybe he won't hurt me...
Jamie had never performed oral on a man before, but he
did it like he always fantasized. He kissed and gently
licked the swollen head of the cock bobbing front of
him, parted his lips, and slowly swallowed as much as
he could. The taste was acrid and salty and the length
and thickness of it made it difficult for Jamie not to
gag.
On top of that, he remembered the threat of what would
happen if his teeth should accidentally touch the man's
flesh. His hands tied behind his back, Jamie couldn't
do anything but suck and slurp at the cock until it
spurted hot jism at the back of his throat. His mouth
quickly filled with cum and even though he
instinctively gulped down as much as he could, semen
dripped off his chin, his cheeks, leaving his entire
face a ruined cummy mess.
"Shit... bitch..." the black man murmured, breathing
hard and holding Jamie's head between his hands as he
pumped the last of his cum into the sissy's rounded
cherry-red mouth, "fuck you give good head..."
The oral rape over, the black man pulled out of Jamie's
face.
"Will you let me go now," Jamie sobbed, tears streaking
his mascara, "please I did what you asked..."
The black man didn't answer. Instead, he replaced his
cock with Jamie's torn panties, wiping the sissy's face
before thrusting the semen-stained girly gag deep into
Jamie's mouth. He helped the unsteady sissy to his
feet, still clad in his white high-heeled sandals.
Jamie, his eyes wide with terror, struggled feebly.
"Come on baby," the black man said, almost gently,
"let's finish this in the bathroom. Don't make me hurt
you more than I have to. I'm not supposed to make a
mess."
Jamie knew at that moment, somehow he knew the terrible
thing that was about to happen.
With a desperate effort, he twisted free of the black
man's grip and started for the hallway. But with the
dildo crammed deep inside him, his wrists lashed behind
his back, and teetering uncertainly on the sexy
sandals, he couldn't get very far very fast. He
stumbled almost immediately, lost a shoe, and barely
struggled to his knees before the black man was on him.
His head yanked back by the hair, Jamie didn't even
feel the blade across his soft, defenseless white
throat. All the stunned sissy knew was that suddenly he
couldn't breathe very well, suddenly the carpet was wet
under his cheek, suddenly he was staring unblinkingly
at a spreading dark stain that smelled unmistakably
like blood.
"Goddammit, I'm going to catch fucking hell for that,"
the black man said, staring at the spray of blood on
the wall, the mucky dark puddle on the carpet. "Why the
fuck couldn't you just let me do you in the john,
bitch?"
Jamie, surfacing from the shock, was seized by one last
urgent will to live. But it was far too little, far too
late. The black man had his knee in the small of
Jamie's back where the nightie scooped provocatively
down above the sissy's violated tush, and he very
calmly thrust the knife beneath one delicate
shoulderblade and then the other, collapsing each of
Jamie's lungs.
All the fight instantly went out of the sissy. As if
emphasizing the fact that it was all over, Jamie felt
the black man lift his right foot, the one still dug
into the carpet as if to push himself forward. He
removed Jamie's remaining sandal and lay Jamie's
stockinged foot gently back down, sole up, on the
floor.
"You're done, sissy," the black assassin said and
patted Jamie's rump.
Time and consciousness seemed to flicker on and off for
Jamie after that. He found himself propped on his knees
on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, the top of his
body draped over the tub, so he could finish bleeding
to death neatly and quietly. He thought about his
life... and his premature death: the scandal it would
cause, the shame his family would endure, the shock his
wife Donna...
Donna...
He wished there would be some way for him to explain,
some way he could spare her finding him like this...
And then, as if it were a nightmare, or an
hallucination, he heard her voice, smelled her perfume,
and felt her presence in the bathroom. She was sitting
on the toilet, talking, talking to him.
"Well, my pretty little pansy, it looks like I won't be
having to go through the trouble of divorcing your
pitiful sissy ass after all. A few thousand bucks for a
hit man is all it took to save myself from a messy
trial and all those legal bills, not to mention having
to split all our assets. Now, I get it all.
"Oh, and speaking of your pitiful sissy ass, I see it's
currently occupied at the present time. My, how deep
that vibrator is inside you. Its amazing that I can
still hear it buzzing... oh darling, I don't know how
much you've overtaxed the poor batteries in that thing,
but it sounds to me as if that vibrator will be alive
longer than you will."
Bent over the tub, Jamie trembled, chilled by the
nearness of death and his wife's cold, mocking words.
He watched his life-blood, now weakly pulsing from his
throat, slowly draining away. In a way, it was a relief
to know that Donna had known his secret, that she
wouldn't be shocked or upset. It was less painful to
die knowing that she knew, even if she'd killed him for
it. It would be embarrassing to be found the way he'd
be found...but, after all, Jamie wouldn't be around to
feel anything. There was only the shame of the present
moment, and that wouldn't last long.
Jamie's partially nude body shivered uncontrollably and
he felt hot urine running down the insides of his
thighs, soaking the front of his nightie and his
fishnet stockings. Donna barked out a laugh when she
saw the humiliating puddle forming under her sissy
husbands knees.
Jamie was beyond feeling much of anything any longer.
His body was taking over, just as it had taken over for
much of his life, making him what he was: a sissy. His
bowels gave out and around the vibrating dildo, even
shoved as far up his ass as it was, the shit oozed onto
the already messy bathroom tiles.
"It looks like I'll have to take my shoes off darling,"
Donna said, watching Jamie going into his death-throes.
"It'll be much easier to wash off my bare feet than
cleaning your shit and piss and blood off my new black
velvet pumps. Remember how you always loved to lick my
feet? Hmmm... I just got a pedicure. Would you like to
see my pretty toes one last time before you die? Do you
have time my pretty sissy? I mean, time before you say
goodbye forever?"
Jamie's eyes had a glazed, faraway look.
"Oh my! I guess not."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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