By Brutal Beauty Bent

Chapter Two-3

Kelly squeezed the hand she still held.

“I don’t want an obnoxious he-man in my bed, darling. And when I’m back here at home away from the world I don’t want a modern complicated woman either. I just want my awestruck little cuddle monster to rub my feet, eat my p***y, bathe and massage me reverently, snuggle at every opportunity, provide me reasons for generous belt-whipping and most of all play the happily willing sissy in my bed – or on my comfortable old cloud. I want all that really bad.”

“I guess I would love all that too, Kelly. I owe you everything in life but there’s more.”

A tear of sincerity rolled out of an adoring blue eye. “Money or not, no other girl will have me. And you’ve spoiled me for any other woman anyway. Who could ever measure up? I know I’m no real man. I’ll take what’s fated. Teach me what I need to be happy finally.”

“Then finish your drink, pretty thing.” Damn, Kelly loved this guy! “I’m not going to shave and make you up this time, or style that gorgeous hair and dress you all in sissy lingerie. I’m just going to cuddle and hump and mount and make beautifully brutish love to you.”

Though openly uneasy, beautiful Corey again did immediately as he was told.

He was going to make the most perfectly obedient little house-boy, ideal for serving her every need and comfort whenever she came back here…which she might just do permanently soon with all Corey’s money now to support her. f**k the stupid war.

Leaving all that for later, Kelly finished her own drink and set the glasses and bottle far away on the cloud: within reasonably easy reach but safe from accidental spillage. She peeked to see if her secrets were safe and beckoned Corey back into her arms.

“Come on, orphan boy. I’m the cuddle monster now. And I get ornery when I don’t get enough. And even sometimes when I do.”

Her pet came to her as obediently as ever. Settling into her he was trembling. Eager as she was for her own orgasm, Kelly continued to take her time with him. Again they reclined entwined together. Clutching Corey close she kissed his cheek as she’d done a million times. She tried his mouth for the first time and was pleasantly surprised.

Despite thin lips he would do – though Kelly wasn’t that into swapping spit anyway. She preferred his soft cheek, which she kissed some more as they cuddled. Realizing that had been Corey’s first kiss, she silently promised him a few more later, though nothing like the sloppy teenage make-out sessions he no doubt wishfully envisioned. Maybe after he’d been cross-dressed and cosmeticized…

Kelly cuddled and caressed. Corey accepted and didn’t press. He knew she would decide when they might kiss again, just as she controlled every other facet of their relationship. Slowly his trembling eased in her arms. She rubbed the small of his back and pictured him dressed as a fancy French maid, mincing around their new house and picking up after her and her many hot girlfriends. She thought of all of them balling him together or in a two-ended train. And by degrees her usual protective maternalism turned on its object, emerging as an almost sadistic erotic aggression. Lovely Corey had had his first kiss. He’d had his first drink, first hand-job and first orgasm with a woman. It was time for his first f**k – or pegging at least.

Kelly tightened her hug. Then murmuring reassuringly she rolled them over, so Corey was on his belly and she laid more than half atop him. Feeling his fear-quickened breathing she stroked him soothingly. Pulling his hair all off to one side she kissed his slender neck. Feeling him settle a little Kel insinuated a leg between his this time. Nudging him apart she nestled a thigh between his buttocks and let her weight press him into the cushions. Caressing with her hands and breathing heavily herself, she kissed his ear.

“Okay so far?”

“Oh, I love you so much, Kelly. I’m so scared but so excited.”

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Only if I don’t like it.”

“That’s a deal.”

Kelly kissed his neck again, and finding the pulse from the side she latched on as greedily as he had. Sucking hard enough to wound she rubbed his butt with her thigh, nudging his own thighs ever wider. The pulse under her lips quickened; she even fancied she felt the vibration of his larynx as Corey groaned with rapture. At last she broke off, leaving a love-bite as big as a quarter. At the same time Kelly shifted fully atop him.

This time Corey spread his legs himself. Kelly settled more of her bulk squashing him down and snuggled her camo-clad crotch in right where it wanted to be. Gently she began humping, giving Corey an idea of the kind of mechanics in store.

Crushed under her, he c****d upward to accept the rhythmic pressure. Though he held in his moans Kelly could tell how powerfully aroused he was becoming. Cuddled close they rubbed bodies in this fantastic new fashion until it was obvious they were equally excited – and urgent to proceed. Kelly spoke softly, sultry in her little sissy’s ear.

“Exciting, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you ready for your first pegging? Ready to learn how sissies have s*x?”

“Please, Kelly. Do it to me. I want hear and feel you using me for your pleasure. I want to be with you when you come, be the reason you’re coming. I want it to hurt me too. I want to suffer to provide you pleasure, like when you used to spank my bottom. I’m really hard again already!”

“Okay baby. But don’t come on the cloud, all right? In fact, how’s this for domination and suffering? From now on, you only get to come when I say you can.”

“I love it, Kelly. You control my p***s completely. I promise I’ll be good. The whole idea really turns me on.”

“That means no more jerking off. That’s my job now, and only when I feel like it. Or maybe I’ll let you do it in front of me on occasion.”

“Okay, big sister.” Wow, how kinky was that old nickname now? Corey was actually pleading with her. “Can we please have s*x then? I want it from you so damn bad!”

“Okay little brother. Just a second. Stay hot for me.”

“Always.”

Kelly rolled over to the break between cushions where she’d secreted a tube of lube and her c**k. Pulling off her g-string at last she slipped the molded inner half into her v****a, seating the ribbed saddle firmly against her clit. Gripping the dildo proper that now curved a beautifully realistic ten inches up from her pubis, she wriggled it to make sure it was secure and with the interior head settled on her g-spot. Dragging over the towel she lubed up and rubbed a big dollop into Corey, slickening him up and easing him open just as she’d done for any number of girlfriends. Eager as any of them he lifted again and used his hands to spread himself, moaning euphorically as her finger gave him a first taste of penetration.

“Like that little brother?”

“Uh-huh?”

“You’re going like my big butch c**k a lot more.”

“Please!”

“Beg and you shall receive.”

Kelly wiped her hands and shifted back atop him. She found the opening, poked in the head and then with the most celebratory triumph possible drove home the whole. Of course Corey cried out as she took his sissy-virginity. But the agony was obviously integral to the astonished extreme pleasure. Still Kelly made him spell it out.

“Still like it, slutty?”

“God, yes!”

“What does it feel like?”

“Like justice and destiny together. Like the ultimate submission to my omnipotent big sis.”

“Let’s call me your mistress.”

“Yes, mistress. Can I be your fawning little slave then?”

“That’s the deal, my delectable cuddle monster. For the rest of our lives. I love you, slave Corey. And I love being sexy with you. Let me show you how much.”

Kelly f****d him then. Crushing his little body under her big one she began gently enough. But when Corey cried encouragement even through his first tears she clutched him closer to her and used him ever more brutishly. As she lunged and thrust she flashed back on times she’d tackled him outside or wrestled him around on this very cloud and felt the same sudden overriding imperative: to subjugate her prey in a whole new way, one that provided an unknown yet undeniably necessary satisfaction. Of course now she understood that urge intimately. And now Mistress Kelly had the ideal outlet for it at last. Clutching Corey ever tighter, crushing him ever harder, she jabbed away with her hips and prick in a savagely demanding frenzy.

It was entirely different from a lesbian experience and shockingly more gratifying. Corey’s exquisite vulnerability brought out a cruelly raping beast in her that another woman might not have willingly endured. Kelly was just too big and strong and aggressive. Yet Corey suffered everything ecstatically, constantly crying affirmation through his sobs. And true to his word he seemed to find her snarling, maniacally-stabbing climax when it finally came far more vicariously rewarding than any of his own he might someday earn.

When she collapsed at last, panting and with his body still pegged immovably under her, his weeping had none of the misery and self-pity of before.

This was relief at the end of an unbelievable ordeal yes. But it was also love, great gratitude and the aftermath of a life-altering initiation. It was the worshipful acceptance of her as a deity on Earth. But just to be sure, benevolent Goddess Kelly nibbled on her subject’s ear again once she got her breath back.

“How are you, little sis?”

“Happier than ever in life,” Corey sniffled. “I’m so very glad my asshole family is gone! Now I can belong to you for real, and forever. Mistress, if you ever catch me crying over any of those people again, bring out your biggest belt. I will deserve it.”

“That’s my brave, wise young slave.”

Kelly kissed his tear-wet cheek – so soft and yielding. Soon precious Corey could lick her crotch scrupulously clean and spend an hour rubbing her feet. But for now it just felt too wonderful cuddling him so helplessly pinned under her. She sighed with limitless bliss and let herself drift.

Bach had given way to Brahms. Any minute now she was going to pull out. Any minute. That’s what she kept saying anyway. It wasn’t long however before Kelly felt herself instead begin to slowly pump her hips again. Then a little bit harder, a little faster…

That was all right. Her cuddle monster didn’t mind. He was in heaven forever now.