Bound By Blackmail Ch 02

*Hello readers! Here is the next installment of my story. Just a reminder that this story contains aspects of Forced Feminization, Sissification, BDSM, and sissy/sex slavery. If that doesn't sound like something you're in to, you may want to exit back and find another story. I would love to know how you think the story is progressing. Your feedback is appreciated.

The door stayed open for a few moments before I heard it close. After that, there was an eerie silence, but I had that sixth-sense itch. The one that told me I wasn't alone in the room. I could almost feel the gaze of someone as they looked upon my helpless, humiliated self.

I finally heard movement across the floor. Someone was walking by the end of the bed. Their steps didn't stop but continued on towards the back of the room towards the bathroom. A light switch clicked on and then clicked off. The person then pulled a one-eighty and headed back towards me. I felt pressure at the foot of the bed but didn't think it was from someone sitting. It sounded like they had set something down. Then that feeling that I had moments before seemed to intensify. I could almost feel the person right in front of me. My body quivered with nervousness. Then a gentle, soft touch brushed down my exposed arm.

"Mmmpphhh!" I cried into my gag as I trembled and shook.

"Sssshhhhhhhh!" I heard someone shush me. "Calm down, little girl," the voice said.

It was a man's voice; one that was deep and gravely. Though my sight was impaired, my other senses picked up other aspects of him. I detected a very repulsive odor of cigarettes that wafted up my nose. It was quite pungent and I figured that's probably where his raspy voice came from. Though that was quite distracting, that didn't stop me from contemplating the words he'd just spoke. What the hell did he mean by 'little girl'?

"Don't start acting up now. You've been obedient so far."

His hand left my arm and I heard him walk back to the foot of the bed. There was the sound of something being unzipped. I figured it to be a bag or backpack as I heard him rooting around inside for something. I assumed he found what he wanted as I heard him walk back to the side of the bed. I felt one hand take ahold of my shoulder and the other my leg. The man pushed me over as far as he could onto my backside. I then felt him lifting the delicate material of the nightie, exposing my stomach and panty-clad crotch.

"I feel I need to start with a little demonstration to let you know your place. You don't need to second guess who's in charge!"

With that final word, I felt a blow come across my exposed stomach. I could hear the howl of the wind as he swung an object through the air. The impact wasn't centralized to one location on my belly, but rather landing in multiple spots; each one equally as painful.

I instantly squealed through my gag in agony, "Oooohhhhhaaaahhhhh!"

His assault didn't stop with just one stroke. Multiple blows erupted all across my abdomen caused me to reel and squirm. I pulled at my bonds and tried to get away from the abuse, but I had little place to go.

"You're here because you were a naughty little thing and I've capitalize on it. You belong to me now and unless you want what's left of your pathetic life to go down the shitter, you'll continue to be obedient and do exactly as you're told." He continued with an incredible fierceness as he laid down his law. "Now, I know that little cock-sucker is full at the moment, so nod your head in acknowledgment of your submission if you understand me."

His words were a lot to take in; especially the term he'd used for my mouth. However, the pain he was inflicting on me was enough that I didn't have time to ponder there true meanings. In an effort to make his assault stop, I nodded feverishly.

"Good. I want you learning early." The whipping stopped but then I felt another terrible pain and an even greater indignity. Through the thong, the man grabbed ahold of my balls and started squeezing. I squealed more into my gag, reeling as my guts twisted and contorted.

"Quiet, you little cunt!" He barked. The man stopped squeezing long enough to pull the thong down to reveal my cock. "Just as I figured, pathetic!" He said. Using two hands this time, I felt him lift my sac with one and then swatting the underside with his other. The abuse caused my twisted insides to ache that much more. "These are good for nothing more than making fun of and abusing."

I heard him go back to his bag and then return. "As your owner, I just can't let something so ridiculous go free a minute longer."

Again, my head whirled as his terminology; as my owner? That thought was jolted out of my head as I felt the man go to work on my crotch. I felt something being secured around the underside of my sac and the base of my cock. He seemed to fidget as he tried to get whatever it was secured. I then heard the disgusting sound of him hocking a loogie, which he in-turn spat on the end of my cock!

"Just a little lube, sweetie!"

I thought I was going to be sick! The only thing that kept me from regurgitating was I knew the vomit had nowhere to go but back down my throat. I felt him take the base of my cock in his hand and then felt something being slid down it. The object was quite confining. He seemed to attach that piece to whatever he'd put around my balls and then I heard the familiar clicking sound of a padlock closing. The man gave a few tugs on the part over my cock. It pulled against the base as well as my balls. He then gave my sac a few satisfying slaps.

"Much better!" He said with glee. "Don't worry; you'll get to see your new chastity cage in just a little bit. All sissies deserve to have their pathetic, so-called cocks locked away and yours is no exception. It's a status symbol so that people know where you rank as well as to keep you from being naughty and trying to play with the little thing. Just so you know, if I catch you trying to play with yourself without permission or trying to get out of your chastity, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

The man sat on the edge of the bed and I felt him gently caress my arm. His graze went upwards till I felt his palm on the top of my head. I could feel him toying with the left pigtail of the hood.

"You just look so adorable laying there in your cute little nightie and chastity cage. I bet you feel adorable too, don't you, Evan?"

His statement was a rhetorical one on many levels. He knew I couldn't answer and even if I could l, I'd tell him I felt utterly ridiculous. Even still, I doubted that was really what he was trying to get at since he seemed to focus more on my name.

"Oh, that name just simply won't do anymore. Not for some sissy as cute as you are." He continued to play with the pigtail. It felt like he was dragging his fingers through the blonde locks. "Though I'll be calling you sissy and other similar names quite often, you'll still need a new name. The question is; what shall we call you?"

A new name? I didn't want a new fucking name! I didn't want any of this! He continued to toy with the hair while I lay there helpless. At one point his fingers began tapping my skull in a rhythmic fashion; like he was thinking and pondering. Then it sounded like he had a eureka moment.

"You know, these lovely, blonde pigtails remind me very much of daffodils. Such a pretty flower; just like you. Therefore, I think your new name is going to be...Dafni. Yes, that'll be a great name for you. Dafni, only instead of being spelled with a P-H like most other girls, it'll be spelled with an F and end in an I. That'll be a much sluttier way to spell it. That, coupled with the way you'll be dressed, and no one will second guess that you're just a little sissy slut."

I moaned into my gag in protest of this new name that I'd been branded with.

"Now, none of that. I know you're quite thrilled about this name change, but you just keep calm."

I heard a jingling sound next. To my relief, I felt him undo the cuff on my right wrist. At that point, I was able to let my legs fall back across the bed. They collided with what felt like the man's bag at the end of the bed which earned me a sharp slap across my ass.

"Watch it, Dafni!" He barked, making sure to use my new name. The left cuff wasn't removed, but instead the right cuff was locked back on my wrist. "Alright, up off the bed. I got your little clit taken care of. Now it's time to take care of your pussy."

My pussy! What the hell was this guy talking about? A sinking feeling in my abused gut told me that I already knew what he meant by it.

I was told to go to the bathroom. The thong was left around my knees and I had to practically waddle there. Of course I would have had to move in a similar fashion due to the hobble chain that was left shackled to my ankles anyways. He never attempted to help me. I had to maneuver on memory alone. I tried to take it slow considering I couldn't see. If I were to take a fall, I wouldn't be able to catch myself with my hands cuffed behind my back. That didn't stop the man from barking at me to hurry up and that he didn't have all evening. I made it relatively unscathed; only bumping into the doorjamb.

Once I was in and next to the tub, the man took ahold of my wrist shackles and attached something to its tiny chain. It sounded like another chain as I heard the clanking sound of metal on metal as he seemed to put the other end over the curtain rod. That sound continued as he pulled my arms up into a most uncomfortable position, causing me to bend slightly at the waist.

Once I was secured in that position, I heard the man leave for a moment. When he returned, I felt him brush past, leaning over my backside while he seemed to hang something else from the curtain rod. While still propped up on the small of my back, he used his other hand to pulled one of my cheeks aside.

"This back here," he started as I felt his finger graze over my hole, "Is your pussy!" He gave it some pressure but thankfully didn't penetrate it. "And just like any other pussy, it needs to be cleaned from time to time. That's what we're about to take care of."

His finger was lifted but it was quickly replaced with another object that was cold to the touch. I was told to relax and that fighting it would only make it worse; though the way he talked, it was like he wanted me to try it the hard way. Regardless, I did try to keep myself clenched, but I was no match for whatever he had. The item slid inside me, filling up my backside.

"You'll begin feeling a little bit of pressure and some cramping. Though cramping should be normal to you girls," he said, further implying that I, myself, was a girl. "What I'm putting in you is a simple cleaning solution. It'll clean your pussy out thoroughly and then it'll be ready to take a little test ride."

I began to panic! I wasn't a hundred percent sure what he meant, but I had a pretty good feeling. What had been done to me so far had been embarrassing and humiliating, but nothing overly grotesque. Now it sounded like he was going to use my so-called pussy for what pussies were for; fucking! Frantically, I pulled at my bonds while crying out as loudly as I could through my gag.

"Settle down, sissy!" The man ordered with a slap to my ass. "While I'm sure what I said just threw your ditzy little mind into sheer elation, you'll have to keep calm and focus on one thing at a time."

There seemed to be nothing I could do. I stood there, tethered to the shower rod with a plug pumping fluid into my bowels, sobbing like a little girl. I could feel the tears well up inside the mask where it and my face created a gasket.

Once I stopped fighting, the man left the room for a moment only to return to stand right next to me. He grabbed ahold of my index finger and pressed it against something. It was then I realized he'd retrieved my phone from my pants in the locked box and was using my fingerprint to unlock it.

"Just taking care of a few things, sweetie," he said, seeming to sense I knew what he had. "You don't worry about this and just focus on getting good and clean for me."

I heard him walk away to leave me cleansing in agony. An estimated ten minutes went by before he returned. By that time, I felt like I was going to pop! My stomach was churning and cramping just like he said it would.

"I'm about to take the plug out," he said as he lowered my arms and removed the chain, though my cuffs remained on. "When I take it out, you hold those pussy lips at tight as you can until you're on the toilet. Then you can push it all out of you."

I felt him pull the plug and it was all I had to keep the fluid inside of me from bursting out. He sat me on the toilet and as soon as I felt the seat, I released and let the fluid come exploding out. Despite what he was doing to me was completely against my will, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Whew," I heard him say as the foul aroma of my bowels hit our noses. "You are a dirty girl, aren't you?" The toilet was flushed and I was picked back up. I thought we were done, but I was sorely mistaken. "With a pussy that filthy, you'll need a few more goes to get you good and clean."

I was hooked back to the shower rod and the nozzle reinserted into my hole again. With it, the process was again repeated; I was filled up, waited roughly ten minutes, sat on the toilet, and then expelled the nasty fluid. This happened a total of three more times. By the time he was done, I was flat out exhausted; having to stand there in that position, my body giving me every sign that it didn't want this fluid inside of it; having to keep my muscles tensed to keep from exploding all over the floor. I couldn't take it anymore!

"There now, that one was almost pure water. You've got yourself a properly cleansed sissy pussy. I know that makes you happy because now it can be taken on that little test ride."

The man pulled the thong back into place and then gave me a nudge to get me moving. I was told to go back to the bed. My hands were still locked behind me and my ankle shackles were still on so I had the same issue as before. Actually, I think it was much harder to navigate because of how drained I was.

When my knees touched the bed, I felt his hands land upon my back and I was shoved down onto it. He moved around to the side of the bed and pulled me up closer towards the headboard. My left cuff was removed but only for a second. I was made to get on my knees and my arms threaded between my legs. The cuffs were reattached around the ankle chain so that I was basically forced to lay there with my butt in the air.

"That position looks good on you," he complimented. I then felt him raise the skirt of the nightie up and then yank the thong back down that he'd just put back into place. Almost immediately I felt the sting of being whipped. It switched from left cheek to right cheek and vice versa. I moaned in agony and tried to plead with him to stop. Sadly, only undistinguishable cries emerged from my gagged mouth.

"Oh Dafni, those sad, little whimpers are turning me on."

The lashes stopped for a moment, which I was glad about. However, I had my head turned the wrong way. Though most of my face was covered by the hood, I felt something graze my lower lip that protruded under the gag. One of the pigtails was grabbed to raise my head a little as he continued to swipe it back and forth. It didn't take long to figure out it was his erect cock.

I groaned in displeasure and tried to pull away only to have him yank my head back by the pigtail and slap the tip of his cock where he could around my mouth.

"You're not going anywhere till I say otherwise. Never try to pull away from me!" He barked. "Now, I know this mouth is currently occupied. Next time, I'll be sure to give you something else to fill it up with."

His assault around my mouth stopped. His hand removed itself from my pigtail but did not leave my body. It traced along my shoulder, back, and over my ass. Then I felt the bed sink down as his weight was added to it; directly behind me!

"Mmmoooopphh!" I tried to scream. Again, it was muffled and incoherent.

"Quiet down, sweetie. As your owner, it seems only fitting that I be the one to take your virginity. And don't try to play hard to get, I know you're going to love this."

A pair of hands braced themselves on my hips as the man lined himself up behind me. Along my crack, I felt the gentle sensation of his cock rubbing up and down. It gave a soft, tickling sensation that was a precursor to the hell I was about to endure. This lasted a few tense moments while he toyed with me. Then his hands slid down just a bit and he spread my cheeks. His fingers grazed over my hole a few times before they retreated. Then I felt his tip make contact.

"Mmmmoooonnnnt!" I cried out, hoping he would stop.

"Sssshhhh, sweetie. You just lay there and enjoy your owner taking you."

With a firm grip back on my hips, the pressure on my hole increased. I tried to crawl away from him, but I was like a worm trapped in the grasp of a predator and wasn't going anywhere until they allowed it. He pushed harder and harder. My hole began to part and there was nothing I could do to stop it or fight it off. His cock began to slip inside. It caused a fierce burning sensation that intensified the wider I was opened up. I groaned in agony as his cock further enveloped me.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said as he draped himself over me. His thick member continued its intrusion, feeling as if it would rip me in two. Further and further it plowed inside of me until he finally seemed to bottom out; at least I'd hoped it had. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he took in a big breath of air. "You smell so great! That scent is going to drive men wild!"

Men! What was he talking about? Again, I couldn't ponder or dwell on it.

The man leaned back up and placed his hands again on my hips. He began retreating out of me. I'd hoped he would have kept going but instead he stopped just short of completely pulling out before he thrust himself deep back inside me. This pattern continued and his rhythm became faster. His cock pumped in and out of me; harder, quicker!

I was being fucked!

I buried my head in the mattress, hoping to become like an ostrich with its head in the ground. Like somehow that would hide the shame and humiliation of what was happening.

"Damn you're tight, girl," he told me. That was ended with a slap on my right cheek.

I yelped into the gag as the sound echoed around the room. There were other sounds amid his grunting; one being the sound of his balls slapping against me; making a squishy, flesh on flesh noise. There was also the noise of the padlock of my chastity bouncing up and down on the cage that had been place on my own cock. Their rhythm coincided with one another in a shameful harmony.

The man, I assumed, noticed my head buried. His hands left my hips and each grabbed ahold of each one of my pigtails. He then jerked by like a cowboy on a horse he was trying to whoa up. My neck craned back as he pulled harder. This caused my arms to pull fiercely at their bonds. The chains were stretched to their limits and had no more give.

"I told you these made great handle bars," he mocked as his sexual assault continued. In the chaos, I found myself moaning. Though it was in anguish and despair, that wasn't how he figured it. "I knew you were a little whore. I hear you up there enjoying yourself."

He let go of my right pigtail long enough to give my ass another slap before taking hold again. His speed picked up; his grunting more aggressive. My backside was on fire! His pounding away was burning my hole up. I was in pure agony! His cock seemed to swell inside of me and I didn't know how much more I could take.

Finally I heard him give a different grunt. He draped himself low over me again. My neck was pulled sharply back and he gave an "Ahhh" sound. Then, I felt a warming sensation inside of me. His paced slowed and ultimately stopped; though his cock continued to impel me.