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“Your princess promised
herself to us,” said the lizardman, “ages ago, but the elf king betrayed us and stole his bride. When the elves attacked my people to steal her back, they murdered her in revenge, and we have warred to bring you to your knees ever since. You can end the war, Your Grace. Remain with me and the conflict ends.

The first lizard lay on the ground, his cock jutting up into the air. The lizards all but dragged
Faneth over him, but it was she who ground her hips on him, pressing his cock against his belly with the lips of her sex, running them up and down his shaft. She let him spring up and sat on it, biting her lip a she sank down, pressing him inside her. The other lizards cheered, clapping their spears against the floor. Faneth fell forward, unable to awkwardly balance herself with her hands behind her back, and the lizardman put his arms around her and held her down as he thrust up into her. I saw the look in her eyes shift from defeat to acceptance to slack pleasure.

“Do you see?” the king whispered. “Imagine what I can do for you.”

The lizard’s coupling with Faneth was furious. He lifted her up with each thrust, arching her back, and she grunted from the fury of it until he fell back down and did it again, each slow, deep penetration drawing an almost pained sound from her, but the look of desire on her face was plain. I quivered as another lizard came up behind her and knelt. Having cat off his belt, his cock was bobbing before him. He ran his hand down Faneth’s back and squeezed her rump. She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded in invitation. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The second lizardman crawled over to her, and I saw her head lift up and her mouth widen in a silent cry of pain and pleasure as the lizardman’s thick member pierced her rosebud, sliding into her ass. Slick with his juices, it was easy for him to take her.

The king’s snout nuzzled me ear. “Is that what you want?
For me to take you there?”

A jot of need ran through me, but still I resisted. The king turned me so I had to watch
Faneth over my shoulder. He held my arms and bounced his leg. I was so slick with need that my sex was able to glide along his thigh, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding, humping his leg. He pulled me onto his chest and turned me so I could watch Faneth’s debasement.

She was wild, now. The lizards undid her chains to free her hands, and she used them to get on all fours, thrusting herself against the lizards. The one on top of her shuddered, much to the amusement of his comrades, and as he pulled out, sprayed a rope across her buttock. The next one in line came up and she looked over her shoulder at him, hungrily, slowing so that he could push inside her, taking his predecessor’s place in her ass. She curled and
gyrated her body, grinding on the lizard beneath. I could see a pool of their issue forming between the lizard’s legs as he came inside her. Faneth moaned as he pumped into her, running her hands over his throat and chin while the one behind her pumped furiously into her backside, his hips slapping against her meaty ass.

“Tell me,
Faneth,” the king bellowed, “Do you like lizard cock?”

“I love it!” she screamed, her voice melting into a gurgling moan as the lizard came in her ass and pulled out, spraying her. Some of it hit the young lizard as she rode him, prompting gales of laughter from the others even as another one, in the plumed helmet of a veteran, got on his knees behind her and crawled onto her back, sliding his body against hers as he pressed inside.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Others of my personal guard looked into the eyes of their captors and lacking the tongue to speak to them, opened their mouths and held out their tongues to beckon them. I gasped, and then king turned me so I sat sideways on his lap again, fondling my breasts as he rubbed my back, gently. My subjects were being stripped and taking lizardman cocks in their mouths. They were being unbound, and they weren’t reaching for weapons or turning away. I saw one, a veteran of many campaigns with a scar across one breast, lean forward and lean on the hips of a lizardman so she could take him in her mouth while one of his fellows entered her from behind and pounded her into submission. Another ground her ass into the lizardman behind her, clenching her teeth as she grabbed his hips and pulled, ramming him into her ass. I could see the pain on her face fading into slack pleasure as another came before her, put her arms on his shoulders, and lifted her legs from the floor, so that he could take her in her pussy while the other took her from behind. The floor before the king was a moaning mass of elves willingly violated by these monsters, entranced by their embrace.

I wept, but not for them. I wept because I could no longer control myself. I settled on my knees, kneeling before the king of the
lizardmen, and with trembling, clumsy fingers, undid his belt. When his member sprang free, I gasped, stunned. It was so beautiful. I ran my hands up its length. It was the same pale yellow as his underbelly, streaked with knobby red veins, the head wide and flaring. I assaulted it, taking it in my mouth as though I were trying to swallow the totality of its length, the velvety softness of it on my tongue driving me to madness. My head was bobbing, slurping sounds coming from my throat. The king hissed and his head lolled back as his hand rest atop my head, almost gently. He brought his thighs together until my cheeks slid against them, the soft skin caressing mine.

I stopped, gasping for breath, to look over my shoulder.
Faneth had shaken off her paramours and was stand as the others did. One of the veterans stood behind her, thrusting into her ass while she sucked one cock and stroked three others with her hands, the lizards holding her flanks and teasing at her hanging breasts, to keep her from falling over. She made loud slurping and appreciative humming sounds as she bobbed her head, popped free, and sucked one of the others. The lizards were jockeying for position to be near her.

“I see why she is your captain,” the king mused.

He put his hands under my shoulders, holding me by my ribs, and drew me up; I crawled on top of him and leaned forward, my breasts resting on his bare chest. I reached between my legs and held his shaft, slick with my spit, as I lowered myself onto him. The head pushed inside me, and I gasped. I knew there would be pain when I first took a man inside me, but it was sharp and brief and followed by an onrush of pleasure. I tried to slow, to prolong the moment, but my legs refused to hold me and the king only steadied me, letting me fall onto his cock at my own pace. I melted against him, letting my weight rest on his lap, and breathed. Each time I exhaled I moaned softly into his chest. He stroked my hair and ran his claws lightly down my back, enough for me to feel it without harming me.

I adjusted myself; a shot of pleasure ran through me from his cock slipping inside me as I moved. I drew my knees up to him, and he supported me by cupping my buttocks. I began to bounce, moving slowly at first, exhilarated and terrified by the hot girth inside me, spreading me open and filling me. I whimpered, I quivered and bit my lip. The king held me tight, raising his legs up to pitch me forward in to him, so his warm, soft belly and chest rubbed against me. He put his mouth to my throat again, letting his thick, hot tongue loll down over me. I squeezed my breasts together with my arms, hugging myself as though cold.

I began to settle into a soft background pleasure when the first jolt hit me and I went rigid. It edged through me, making my toes curl. I clawed at the king’s shoulders, my nails scraping over his scaly skin. In reply he snarled at me harshly and nipped at my neck and shoulder, enough that I could feel his teeth without drawing blood. He slid down on the throne so I was properly on top of him, grabbed the back of my head, and held me as I rode him. I pushed him all the way inside me and flexed my belly, turning my hips in a slow circle. This made him his and his mouth hang open. I buried my face in his neck and began rolling my hips, lifting up and pushing into him slowly, again and again. Once more I shook with pleasure, harder than before, the waves building into an explosive crash.

My back arched, and I screamed, throwing my head back so that my hair fanned over my head. The king held me, lifting his hips so that as I clenched around him, he was fully inside my body. He lasted longer than any of the others, only giving me his issue when I was fully satisfied. I was hanging limp in his grasp, twitching as I felt him pump surge after surge of hot cum inside me, filling me. Soon, I felt
a pleasant fuzz, as if I’d just taken an especially large meal, and he pulled me forward.

I looked over my shoulder. My subjects were not done, and neither was I. Shaking on my feet, I stood up. The king did not speak. As I let his cock slurp out of me, I saw it was still hard and soaked in my juices and his cum, and this made me even more excited. He held my hands to steady me as I turned around. I pitched forward a little and lowered myself down. The head of his cock slipped into the cleft of my ass, and I felt the heat of it around the outside of my rosebud and pressing against it. It was not pain I felt as I changed the angle and urged him inside, though there was a sort of pain in the background, a flavor to it. Every inch of him that I took in my ass made me shake and clench my teeth. My body wanted him out and I wanted him in and I won. He held my hands tight as I lowered myself further and further, breathing hard from the undertaking. Finally, I let my weight settle in his lap and was able to lean backwards against his soft chest. I let my legs rest on top of his and felt the fullness, the overwhelming sense of invasion. It was not pain, but something like pain that filled me with a need I never felt before. It hurt so much that I wanted to endure it forever.

The slightest movement made me gasp. I understood the other’s need now. I felt empty as I was full. The king held me around my belly and held his arm over my breasts, the one in his hand and teasing the outer edge of the nipple with the pad of his finger as he put his head on my shoulder and draped his tongue down over my chest, exploring the curves and the warm softness of my bosom.

Faneth crawled up to us on her hands and knees. I was breathing less sharply now, and with every passing second the invading pain I felt became a comfortable haze of warm pleasure. My ass was surrendering to him, accepting that it as conquered territory. He gave me a mild, exploratory thrust, and I gasped. The king hissed my ear and squeezed me tight. Faneth came up between my legs and ran her tongue up my slit, lapping up the dripping remnants of my lovemaking with the king. She slipped a finger inside me and then another. As she curled her fingers against my most sensitive spot, her knuckles pushed on the inner wall, squeezing the king’s cock in my ass. Faneth leaned into my pussy and began lapping at my clit as she fingered me. Another lizardman came up behind her, knelt before the throne, and took her ass, pushing inside and fucking her hard, their bodies slapping together. Faneth moaned into me, but didn’t relent.

My legs shook and drew up, and this allowed the king to slide deeper inside me. I ground my hips, twisting around the hard pole in my ass, feeling its heat, pushing my sex into
Faneth’s face. I was already gushing over her chin, and her eyes rolled up in her head. The lizardman taking her ass slapped her cheeks, hissing at the king, who laughed. I didn’t care what they were saying anymore. Faneth’s fingers squirmed within me and the jolt of pleasure that ran up my spine made me clench, and when I clamped down on the kind, the jolt of pleasure from my ass edged me closer and closer. My legs slid down the king’s thighs and I was lying on top of him, spread open like a harlot for Faneth’s ministrations.

I went limp against the king, too tired to do anything but curl my hands into fists and spasm. Each surge of pleasure was fiercer than the last, and between the king softly thrusting into me and
Faneth’s fingers and tongue, I was in either a painful heaven or a hell of pure pleasure. The king had to keep me from toppling to the side. A wave of heat rolled through me, too much to take, and I screamed. I screamed again and lifted up my legs, and bucked, forcing Faneth to draw back as I gushed over her chin. She sank down, closing her eyes as the lizardman finished inside her. The king turned, drawing my legs up, until we lay sideways together. My sharp, gasping breaths slowed as our movements became as one and the king relented in fucking me, preferring to let himself soften inside me. I could feel his warmth inside me, where he’d come in my ass. He slipped out and I fell into him, curled up in his embrace.

“I surrender,” I whispered.

“Peace,” said the king. “You are mine and there is peace. These others may leave… if they wish it.”

“Agreed,” I whispered, drawing as close to him as I could, as though I feared he might disappear.

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Hypno Sissy

©2013
Raminar Dixon Erotica

 

Daniel flopped down on the loveseat across from me and blew out tiredly. I could always tell my roommate had been through one hell of a day whenever he came dragging in late like that, but this day must have been worse than most. His normally well-groomed appearance had become a disheveled mess and there were dark circles under his eyes.

“Rough day?”
I asked casually.

He swept his hand back through his thick head of hair and sighed again. “The worst, man. Laura and I broke up today.”

“You did?” My heart skipped a beat and a single, frightening idea sank into my belly.
“Does he know?”

“Yeah.
Hard to believe, huh? We’d been together for more than a year.”

“Well…uh, what happened?”

“She told me it just wasn’t working out,” Daniel said with a shrug. He propped both feet up on the ottoman and stared blankly ahead at the television. “Said I wasn’t meeting her needs.”

My pulse steadied. “That’s shitty, man.”

“Tell me about it. Dr. Mackey has had me working overtime on all those new experiments and Laura just…she didn’t understand how important that kind of stuff is to me.”

“Laura never struck me as being particularly smart, Daniel,” I replied. “Remember that biology final she flunked? She actually thought the professor should’ve given her half credit for answering that DNA stood for
Dinosaurs Not Around
.”

Daniel shook his head and chuckled.

“I never thought she was right for you, man.”

“Things were good at the beginning, though.
But the last two months or so…
something
changed with her. Laura just didn’t seem that interested in me anymore. We pretty much stopped fucking, too, which was weird because she was always so, I dunno,
horny
before…whatever happened. Maybe she was right. Maybe I just wasn’t giving her enough attention.”

I nodded, trying to appear sympathetic. The truth
was, his now ex-girlfriend had been receiving plenty of attention all right…
from me
. She was the one who initiated it, but I sure as hell didn’t try to stop her.

How it happened was simple, really. Laura used to come over and hang out with me while waiting for Daniel to get home. She did it all the time. When he started getting home later and later, we wound up spending more time together. She was horny, I was horny. One thing led to another. I’m not proud of it, but damn, it was a thrill to be fucking my best friend’s girl. It was just so wrong, so…
unlike me
to do something like that. I guess that’s why it turned me on like it did.

“Do you think she was cheating on me?” Daniel asked.

I swallowed hard and felt my pulse rise again. “I…uhh…no, no.
Cheating
on you? I don’t think so. What makes you think that? Did she…uhh…did she say something about another person?”

“No, she didn’t,” Daniel answered bluntly. He was studying me with a curious expression as I tried to keep myself composed. “She was acting weird, though. Did Laura ever say anything to you about another guy? I know she used to hang out here a lot when she was waiting on me to get home. You guys must have talked, at least a little.”

“I don’t think so. I would’ve said something to you, anyway…if she had.” My chair suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. The lies seemed to float out and stick in the air.

Daniel’s eyes scrutinized me. “
Why the hell was he looking at me like that? Did he know or not? Was he just fucking with me and about to jump up and punch me in the jaw?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning back to the television. “I know you would have. You’ve always been straight with me, Carter. You’re a good friend, man.”

I wasn’t. He didn’t need to know that, though. As far as I was concerned, my relationship with Laura was over, too. If he saw us together, even after she’d dumped him, Daniel would know something was up. The less he knew about it, the better.

“Forget about her,” I said, and realized that I’d been chewing on my thumbnail. It was a bad habit that I always did when I got nervous. Immediately, I put both hands in my lap. “It’s probably for the best that you guys broke up. Now, you can concentrate on other things. Maybe even find you a girl that knows more about what happens in the world than what she learns watching
Jersey Shore
.”

“Whatever, man.”

“Really, I mean it, Daniel. Why don’t you ask out one of the girls from your applied psycho-analysis class?”

Daniel grimaced at the idea.
“God, man. No. Have you ever seen those girls?” He briefly counted out on his fingers. “All…what?
Four
of them? They’re…not really my type.”

“So they’re ugly, then?”

Daniel twisted the cap off his beer and took a swig. “Let’s put it this way, man. You’d make a much hotter girl than any of them…and they’re actually girls.”

“Ah.”

“I got too much going on right now, anyway. We’re moving on to a new experiment next-
Oh!
I nearly forgot!” Daniel quickly popped up off the loveseat and strode into the kitchen. He fiddled with something on the counter and brought back a plain yellow envelope, which he tossed into my lap.

“What’s this?” I asked, and removed the tape which held it shut. A shiny CD fell out that had
Carter’s Program
scrawled across the front in black magic marker.

“That’s the thing I was telling you about.
The hypo-therapy program to help you quit smoking.”

“Cool. So, I just listen to this and it makes cigarettes taste gross or something?”

Daniel lazily flipped to the next channel. “Well, not exactly, but it does do that. Mostly, it should make you sort of…forget about smoking. The program uses a kind of hypnosis to give you suggestions while you’re asleep.”

“Is it like, a voice, or something? Repeating things over and over again? I tried one of those once to help me cram for a Spanish test, but it did
nada
.”

“Oh, this is much better. Instead of a voice, it uses binaural tones, so you’ll want to use headphones. The professor and I worked on the technology for this on our last experiment. More than eighty percent of the people in the trial completely quit smoking after only two days. I added some extra to stuff to yours to raise your mood and give you more…
ahh…
energy
.”

“Wow. That’s impressive, Daniel. I’ll have to try it out tonight.”

He looked over at me again and smiled. “I can’t wait to see how well it works on you. It’s gonna change you into a
much
better person.”

A few hours later, I did just like Daniel said and settled into bed with my headphones on. When I clicked “play”, the gentle sounds and noises reverberated in my ears like they were all around me. It wasn’t so much a rhythm as it was different random tones playing over top of each other, echoing back and forth, sometimes joining in harmony for a moment before trailing off. The sensation lulled me in a nice way, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

 

The next morning, I could faintly remember having the strangest dream. Although almost all of the details of that dream were lost to me, I did recall being on my knees and wearing a blindfold. There was a presence of someone near me and I was touching something hard and fleshy with my hands. I concentrated on the dream, but try as I might, nothing else would come. At least whatever it was seemed pleasant.

Once I had a chance to wake up, I noticed a difference in myself almost immediately. Usually, I’d throw on enough clothing to be decent and head outside for my morning cigarette, which I could hardly wait to smoke. To my surprise, I found myself not really thinking about it that much. I even pulled one out of the pack and examined it, only to find myself vaguely turned off by the idea of lighting it up. Even better, I felt alive and exuberant, much more so than usual. I was smiling and enjoying myself immensely as I went from one boring task to the next at work.

It was like that most of the day. A few times I had a smoke anyway, but only when the nagging
urge to get some nicotine in my bloodstream caused me to give in. Each cigarette I smoked, however, tasted absolutely stale and awful. By the time I got home from work, I’d only had three the entire day.

I flipped the lid of my stereo open and made sure the CD was still in there. “
Right on. This little thing is amazing. I can’t believe it actually worked. I’ve got to thank Daniel for giving me this.”

I began to feel guilty all over again. Here I was, taking advantage of my best friend’s
favor, and I’d been boning his girlfriend the previous two months. What kind of a friend does something like that?

“Let it go, man. It’s over now. You can’t see Laura anymore and Daniel’s broken up with her. Just move past it and move on.”

I turned on my computer and reached for the well-used water bong that sat beside my desk. “
A little weed and a little porn will help me relax,
” I thought, hoping the subliminal message on Daniel’s CD that helped me not want to smoke tobacco didn’t also apply to the smelly green buds I had packed into the bowl. After taking a few long draws with no ill effect, it seemed he’d thankfully left that out.

As I began to partake in my
favorite after-work activity, I clicked through some of my favorite web sites. None of them really seemed that interesting, though. Most of the videos were your standard fare; a pretty, slutty woman would come onto a guy, she would suck his dick, and then they’d fuck. It was all so…
boring
, for some reason. I rubbed my dick through my shorts to try and get myself interested, but could barely manage to reach even half-mast.

“What the heck? Have I seen all these before or something?” I whispered under my breath in frustration.

I began to check out different categories than my usual old favorites, looking for something that would really get me hard. After a while, I was beginning to lose hope.

When I found a category
labeled “
Sissy”
, an odd compulsion came over me to click it. At first I thought it would just be really prissy, dolled-up girls or something, but I was shocked to discover it was anything but. I watched as the camera panned slowly past two black, high-heeled shoes and up a pair of smooth, creamy thighs. The model had on meshy, pink fish-nets with little bows where the garters attached and sheer panties which didn’t do much to cover an amazing ass.

The model turned towards the camera, revealing not a pussy, but a small cock, which was shaven bald and enclosed in some type of plastic cage.

A thrilling sensation of arousal came over me. My cock felt like a piece of steel and was in my hand before I knew what I was doing.

“God
damn
. That’s a…a guy?”

If it hadn’t been for the cock, I would have probably never known. The model had on a matching corset, which had been tied purposefully tight around the back and enhanced his…
her
…bust, giving the appearance of a set of small but impressive breasts. Other than her eyebrows and the long, lovely blonde hair on top of her head, the model had shaved every inch of her body to sensual, girl-like perfection.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering why I was so entranced by the video. I’d never been into anything gay…just the thought of two guys…together? It never did much for me. But, this guy didn’t really seem like a guy at all. He was a
girl
, wasn’t he?

I stroked my shaft with increasing speed. My eyes were glued to the screen and no matter how I wanted to turn away, I felt like I couldn’t. The model obediently got on her knees when a tall, hard-bodied man walked into the room and stood shirtless and in front of her. There, she carefully removed his cock from his pants and began stroking it in one petite, manicured hand.


Mmmm
.
I wonder what it feels like to do that?
” I found myself wondering. The model then opened her mouth and engulfed the swollen prick between her lips. “
She really seems to enjoy making that cock nice and hard.

While I masturbated, I placed one finger in my mouth and began to suck on it. I was suddenly filled with an irregular curiosity about how it felt to do something like that to a man. Just as I did, the sensations down below began to swirl and churn inside me like never before. Doing it felt naughty and wrong, but it enhanced the pleasure so much. In no time, I was sucking harder, concentrating on the extraordinary feeling of my lips as they encircled something stiff and warm.

I opened my eyes when the sounds on the video changed to the groaning, falsetto voice of the sissy. The man had turned her around on all fours and pulled the thin pair of panties aside. Already, the bulbous tip of his manhood was pressing against the tight, slick entrance of her ass. My hand began to pump with even greater haste.

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