When Missy walked into confession the next Sunday, she didn't
really know what to say. Life was forever changed. Inside her
mind she could still see Paula's lips quivering as the whip slapped
across her body and she could still see her tiny breasts heaving
as she tried to regain her breath. Missy's breathing got heavier
as she thought about the huge cock going in and out of Paula's
little mouth. Her mouth, so sweet and innocent. Her lips so red
and full and beautiful.
"What is happening to me?" Missy thought. She couldn't stop it,
she couldn't stop seeing Paula tied up and the sweat dripping
from her smooth skin, the way she moaned as the whip came down,
again and again.
In her mind she played out what happened in that bedroom between
those five people, wishing more than anything that she could have
been one of them. She wanted so badly to lay Paula on the bed,
slowly pulling her dripping panties from her smooth white skin.
She could almost see her pale damp skin and she could smell Paula's
body, she could smell her as if she were right in front of her.
She closed her eyes and put out her hands, wanting so badly to
touch her skin, to caress the red welts that covered her body.
She would kiss them for her, she would caress every inch of her
bruised and battered poor little body, if only Paula were here.
She opened her eyes and told herself that she was evil, that what
she desired was evil and she wished so badly that she could believe
it were true.
But still, but most of all she could see herself dressed like
Desire, that beautiful woman who had captured everyone in the
room. She could see herself standing over Paula and she wondered
what it felt like to have one of those things tied to her crotch.
She could just about see her rubber cock parting Paula's thin
little pussy lips and she felt her pussy start to get warm, she
felt her body start to get warm. It was as if just the thought
of Paula's little spread pussy had set off a thousand tiny butterflies
inside her. She felt her hands shaking and she knew she was breathing
very heavy, very heavy. The way Paula would breath if she, if
she could only touch her and hold her and...
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned..." Missy paused, forgetting
what she was supposed to say next, not wanting to say anything.
Try as she might, she didn't feel bad about what happened, she
wanted more, she wanted to see more, but then...
"Yes, go on. How long has it been since your last confession?"
"Ummm...it's been three months since my last confession Father."
"Yes? And what do you have to confess? The lord loves and the
lord forgives."
Missy thought about it and she felt the hairs on the back of her
neck raise, she didn't want to confess. More than anything
in the world she wanted it to happen again, and again. Already
she was seeing things in her mind that made her start to get warm
inside, already she knew what she wanted.
"I have had impure thoughts."
"Have you acted upon these thoughts?"
"Not yet Father, but I am afraid that I will."
"The Lord smiles not upon the fornicator, your body is a temple
and you must try to push away these thoughts. Only with the lord
as your guide can you resist."
"But...But..it's not fornication that I'm thinking about Father."
"It doesn't matter in the eyes of the lord, any sort of unclean
act is still a sin in the eyes of the lord."
"Yes Father." It made her angry to be so weak, to have to say
these things and feel like she was doing something wrong. Was
she? "Of course I am" she thought, but still her mind saw those
red full lips quivering and those half closed eyes looking at
her, pleading with her, begging her for...for more.
"Now, do you have any other sins? Have you taken the Lords name
in vain? Have you honored thy mother and father?" and the priest
went on and on, going down the check list of sins done by the
common teenager the way a driving instructor would go down the
check list of things to remember never to do in a driving test.
"Ummm...I've taken the lords name in vain and I've tried to honor
my Mother and Father but they fight a lot lately and..."
"It doesn't matter." The priest broke in, making Missy's anger
well up and then instantly hating herself for being angry at a
priest, "When your parents are fighting is when they need you
more. Anything else?"
"No father."
"Then I want you to kneel before God and say 12 "Hail Mary's"
and 10 "Our Father's" and I want you to ask the Lord to forgive
you for your sins against him and others. Will you do this? Will
you go before the Lord and ask forgiveness?"
"Yes father."
"Then in the name of the father and the son and the holy ghost,
I absolve you..." and on the priest went. His voice was tired
and rushed. His assembly line of sinners was rather long today
and Missy crossed herself and left the room to walk through the
valley of the undead. Well, undead being all the old biddies who
waited to smirk at each person leaving the confessional and walking
into the church to ask forgiveness. She walked down the aisle
and genuflected before the alter and crossed herself again. Then
she kneeled down, and thought about how ironic this was. She was
being punished for wanting to punish. But the only difference
was that her plans for punishment where so much better than a
few Hail Mary's and a few Our Father's. She looked up at the eyes
of Jesus looking down at her from the cross. At first she felt
the same wave of panic that she always felt before the statue
of Jesus and then she started to look at the statue, to really
look it it. The somber eyes looked a bit like Paula's eyes as
she lay strapped down, being whipped and his hands and feet were
bound as well as nailed. The crown of thorns cut into his head
and there was blood, so much blood. Missy jumped to her feet and
went down the aisle, prayers unsaid.
Three days went past and no Paula. Missy found herself waiting
by Tina's locker for Paula to show. She had never waited for Paula
before and now she couldn't believe she was doing this, but when
Tina came walking up with two cheerleaders in tow, Missy almost
ran away.
Almost.
"Ummm...Hi Tina."
Tina looked over at Missy like she was someone she didn't know
and then a smile finally flowed across her perfect features and
she said, "Oh, hi. Whassup?"
"I..I was..."
"Listen Tina, we gotta split. If you wanna come by later this
afternoon, just page us. K?"
"Sure. Talk to ya later."
Tina turned back around to Missy and said, "Hey, if you are gonna
talk to me, you are gonna have to follow me. I'm gonna be late
for class." Then Tina started walking, forcing Missy to follow
her. Missy felt the rage flow up from her gut and knew that this
cheerleader was doing this to her on purpose. Forcing her to follow
along and look like an ass, but she followed anyway. "So whasup?"
"I was wondering if you have seen Paula?"
"Nope, haven't seen her. Not sure if I'm gonna."
Missy could tell she was lying but she didn't want to push her
and was eager to get away before more popular people showed up
to make her life miserable. Missy walked away without saying thank
you or anything and Tina turned around and watched the girl walk
away. Tina knew about Missy but she didn't like her and she didn't
trust her and Paula had enough problems without taking on anyone
else's. Better to let her just walk away.
Missy couldn't wait for Jeffrey to get to her house. She knew
he would be over in less time than it took her to hang up the
phone. She watched him walk into the house the way a hungry man
watches the waiter bring a tray of food. He was barely able to
close the sliding glass door before she had him by the hand and
was forcing him upstairs. He tried to protest when she brought
him in the room but she put a finger to his mouth and looked at
him in a way that Jeffrey had never seen before.
"Shhhhhhh" she said and then Jeffrey's jaw dropped as Missy started
to pull his shirt over his head. He felt his balls shrink up close
to his body and he thought he was going to pass out. He thought,
"God, I know I'm a stud, but I never knew I was this hot."
"Wh..what are you doing?"
"You know? This would be so much better if you wouldn't talk."
Missy said and then started to roughly unbuckle his belt, the
same belt he had been wearing since middle school. She almost
ripped his button off his jeans trying to get it off and finally
Jeffrey pulled his pants back up and said, "I think...I think
I better go."
"You aren't going anywhere until I tell you you are going somewhere!"
and Jeffrey let her pull his pants down. She jerked his fruit
of the looms off and his little peeker started to rise. He thought
she might start to suck him and he wondered what it would feel
like? He guessed it might feel something like his friend Derrick,
but Derrick was never willing to do anything but kiss it and he
always wanted him to put his mouth all the way around it. But
he wasn't going to find out right now at least because she stood
up and pointed to the bed.
"I've put out a pair of panties, an old bra of mine from like
4th grade or something, and some socks and shoes. Get dressed."
"Fuck that!" Jeffrey said suddenly and tried to bend down for
his clothes. Missy reached down and swooped all his clothes up
in her arms and jerked them away from him, pushing him and making
him stumble. He did give a weak attempt at getting them from her
but she kicked him with her boot and he buckled under the pain.
"I'll be back in a minute and you better have the clothes and
shoes on or I'll take your clothes and throw them in the street
and you'll have to go outside naked or in my panties to get them
back. Now hurry up, it only gets worse if I come back and your
aren't dressed."
Missy walked out of the room and went downstairs and threw the
clothes in the basement. She really didn't care if her parents
came home early or not, Jeffrey could always hide in the closet,
wouldn't be the first time. But she felt her body shaking in anticipation
of what might happen. Of course it wouldn't be as wonderful as
it would've been with someone like Paula, but still she had to
practice. When she opened the door, Jeffrey was dressed in her
old panties and bra and shoes. The shoes where a bit too small,
but damn if the other stuff didn't half fit! Well, except the
bra because obviously it wasn't hooked. The boy had probably never
unhooked a bra in his life. She smiled and then she started laughing.
"What? WHAT!?"
"Nothing, nothing. You look adorable!" She lied. He actually looked
really stupid, but it was a start. Hey she had seen a guy on Springer
that looked just like a girl and Jeffrey was way more feminine
than this guy. He just needed a little make-up and the right clothes,
but...this would have to do for now.
"What's up with this? Why do you want me to dress like a girl?"
"Cause I think you like it. Cause I know you want to."
"Bullllshit! I do not! "
"Oh come on Jeffrey, everyone but you, knows you are a little
queer. Don't you want to dress like one." Missy watched as tears
filled Jeffrey's eyes and he looked from her, totally hurt and
confused, to the wall. She walked up to him and put her hand under
her chin, just like they had done to Paula, and she whispered,
"But that's what I love about you Jeffrey. Don't you want me to
love you?"
"I...I...yeah."
She could feel Jeffrey trembling and she loved it, she pressed
up closer to him, putting her lips only a few millimeters from
his ear, "Then say it."
"Say what?"
"I'm a little girl." She whispered softly.
"No way." Jeffrey protested, but there was less enthusiasm in
his voice.
"Come on, you know you want to. You know that's what you are.
Just say it and then," She wasn't sure what came after, what was
she going to do?, "I'll make your dreams a reality."
"What will you do?"
"I'll give you what you want."
"What is that?"
"You'll see." and Missy felt his cock start to harden and she
pressed herself against him. She forced herself to touch it, to
caress it and she felt his body start to shake like a boy caught
out in the snow. It was intoxicating and she loved it. She pressed
in harder, wrapping her leg around his and slowly starting to
rub herself against him.
"Now say it."
Jeffrey looked at her and she leaned back, her body still pressed
into his. His voice was shaky and weak but still he said, "I'm...I'm
a little girl."
"See? Don't you feel better?"
"No." Jeffrey said like a little baby, pouting. He looked back
at her in mock anger, but his cock was throbbing and she started
to stroke it through the panties. Slowly at first, letting her
hand run up and down his shaft, finger nails scraping the ridge
down the front. She leaned in very close, her lips only inches
away from his ear, his cock pressed into her palm and the panties
slipped, exposing the head of his penis against her bare palm.
"Yessssss you do. You know you feel soooooo much better saying
it. You are just a little girl Jeffrey, just a little pussy boy.
Don't you want to be my pussy Jeffrey." Missy couldn't even believe
what was coming out of her mouth. It was like she was possessed!
"What?" Jeffrey had never heard Missy talking like this and it
scared him. But GOD! Her hand on his dick felt good and he didn't
care what she did as long as she didn't take her hand away or
stop touching him. He never wanted this moment to end.
"Come on Jeffrey..." Missy said, whispering so soft Jeffrey could
barely hear her. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against
his neck and ear, "Be my pussy Jeffrey."
That was it! Missy felt his little dick jump and then it jumped
again and she felt something wet! Missy pulled her hand away quickly,
she didn't want to get anything on her, but she wanted to watch.
Jeffrey stood there, stupidly, as the cum spurted onto her panties.
He looked a little bit pathetic and she smiled as she watched
his dick spasm again and another jet of cum spilled over his swollen
head and down onto her panties. Then he took his dick in his hands
and started to masturbate and Missy watched in fascination. She
was completely mesmerized at the way he touched it and stroked
it and the way his cum spilled over his hand. It looked a lot
like snot and Missy thought she would never ever touch that stuff.
Never.
Suddenly Jeffrey ran out of the room, and she ran after him, watching
him run down the stairs. She started laughing and yelled, "Your
clothes are in the basement!"
"Fuck you!" Jeffrey yelled.
Missy started rolling on the ground laughing. She couldn't help
it. It was just too much fun. When she had gotten herself back
under control she said out loud, "I have got to do that again!!"
On to Part 7: Ian the Rope boy.