This story features themes of nonconsensual and reluctant sex, physical and emotional abuse, and issues with gender identity. Proceed with caution.
Oh and if you haven't checked out my story Wicked Games yet, this story will 100% spoil the ending for you. And if you've like Rose's Dolly so far you'd probably like that one.
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Rose and Dolly were still out, Iris and Ganza and Skye were all God knew where, and for a few precious hours, Nicky could be Nicholas Ashton again.
That was a weird thing, he contemplated as he took another drag of the cigarette he'd stolen from Rose's bedroom, sitting on the couch in the main room with the TV off, wearing the men's jeans and navy blue t-shirt he'd come here in last spring. Originally, he'd come here to escape being Nicholas Ashton for a while. He'd been reaching for someone called Nikki.
He ran his hand along the leg of the jeans. He hadn't worn these clothes since that first night, but they were still right there where he'd shed them, on the floor in Valerie's old room. Touching them, being in them, feeling them against his skin, activated so many memories, as vivid as if they'd happened yesterday.
His jeans, at least, he'd been wearing the first time he'd gotten a taste of being a sissy, the day that Rose had stolen his anal virginity. He'd been dating another futa girl, an ex-member of Rose's posse named Valerie. But Rose had wanted to steal him away, so she'd tricked him into coming over. The shirt he'd been wearing hadn't survived, had been torn up by Rose. A lot of him had left that room torn up, but despite everything, he could never stop thinking about how he'd looked in the mirror after Rose had done his makeup.
Valerie was great but... she'd made it clear she didn't want him to stop being a boy. And it was stupid and insane and wrong, but he kept harboring fantasies of Rose doing his makeup again. And one dumb night he'd gone out in these jeans and this t-shirt, looking for Rose, and he'd found her. She'd done his makeup again, and called him Nikki. And then she'd used his body again. He'd fought it, yes, but the fucked up thing was eventually... he'd participated. He'd ridden her cock, gladly, he'd talked dirty with her as she'd fucked him, he'd bitten her because he knew she was into it. And when it was all over, as he was laying there in the afterglow and feeling gorgeously, ecstatically girly, Rose had shattered his world, let him know she'd already sent a picture of them together to Valerie.
The words Rose said to him back then never stopped reverberating around his brain; "You cheated on your girlfriend who loves you with your fucking rapist, dude. You're a really bad person now!" She'd been so delighted by that, the fact that she'd corrupted him. He'd tried to get away, but she'd caught him, held him tight against her body. "You don't belong out there with the normal people. Not anymore. Don't worry babe, we're all bad people here."
So he stayed at Sodom House. Rose had made him clean for her, made him wear the French maid outfit. She'd continued dressing him up girly, but always insisted on calling him "Nickyboy", taking a malicious glee in reminding him he was a male, that he wasn't any kind of girl. He was trapped in a perverted parody of his wish, always wearing girly clothes, never accepted as one of the girls. They were literally dickgirls, he thought bitterly, but they wouldn't accept him as one of them.
Oh, and they fucked him whenever they felt like, hard, taking a special glee in hurting him on purpose. Obviously. That's what they were like.
The thing he'd never expected was that they'd get bored of him. The summer had been... fun wasn't quite the right word, but eventful. He'd felt desirable, in any case. But at some point, the futas had just lost interest in him. Rose was spending all her time with Dolly, Skye had Laina, Valerie was focused on her classes, and Iris and Ganza had just gone back to going out all the time. He felt used up, cast aside.
He looked out the window. It was after sunset now, Rose was out later than he'd expected. She could be home any minute now, and when she did... He wasn't allowed out of the French maid outfit, and he certainly wasn't allowed to have her cigarettes. Some sort of punishment would be in store when she returned, he knew.
Ah well, he wasn't scared of her, let her do her worst.
He heard footsteps and loud voices coming up the driveway. Crap, crap, shit, fuck. He scrambled to put out the cigarette and find somewhere to hide.
It wasn't Rose that spilled drunkenly into the house, but Skye and her girlfriend Laina. "Goddamn," Laina was saying, "I wouldn't think it'd be so hard to find a guy who wants a threesome with two girls."
"You're too intense," Skye shot back, grinning at her, "giving them a bad vibe, scaring them off."
"I am NOT," Laina insisted, mock-angry. Nicholas had the thought, watching them from the couch in the living room, that she did look good in that dress she was wearing, some soft loose cream colored material covered in soft pink and blue flowers with green stems, cut low to show off an ample amount of cleavage, finishing high on her thick thighs. And Skye with her shaggy red hair, a hoodie and a tight pair of jeans that showed off her wiry slender legs nicely... Nicholas would've agreed to a threesome with these two in an instant, he thought.
"Anyway," Skye pushed Laina against the wall, "I'd rather have you all to myself anyway." She brushed her overgrown red bangs out of the way of her eyes, then planted a kiss on Laina's forehead, eliciting an affectionate giggle from her, before moving down to kiss her on the tip of the nose, and then the mouth, a deep tongue kiss as she stroked the top of Laina's buzzed head. Skye pulled her face away from Laina's and looked deeply into her eyes, breathing heavily, grinning slightly. A second later, the two of them had disappeared behind the door to the stairwell.
Nicholas rose from the couch. Skye was the only one of the futas who had never had much interest in fucking him, even toward the beginning. Presumably because she'd always had Laina, and presumably because she was mostly into girls. And Nickyboy wasn't a girl, now was he?
Valerie's old room was on the second floor, same as Skye's. Nicholas' maid outfit was on the floor in there, and he for sure wanted to have it back on before Rose got back. That was certainly why he was walking up the stairs to the second floor. Certainly had nothing to do with following Skye and Laina.
He opened the door to the second floor; Skye and Laina were in Skye's room, door left open, both already stripped naked. Skye had her face buried in Laina's crotch, Laina's thick thighs were wrapped tight around Skye's head as she gripped the bedsheet underneath her and let out soft little shuddering moans... Nicholas turned away from the spectacle and went toward Valerie's room, shuffled off the jeans and peeled the t-shirt off over his head, before putting the stupid frilly french maid dress back on. As he pulled up the nylons, he contemplated that it was at least good that they covered up his leg hairs. Had to do something about those, maybe he'd steal some of Iris' Nair at some point.
Walking back toward the stairwell, he almost didn't look back at the two girls, but just as his hand was on the doorknob he heard Laina let out a loud squeal of pleasure. Nicholas turned to look just in time to see Skye rising up from Laina's crotch, giving her a series of kisses up her body.
"Hmmm, that feel good baby?" Skye murmured, and gave her right nipple a lick.
Laina gasped as she nodded, "Yes, yes!"
"Mmmm," Skye ran a hand down the side of her body. Nicholas perceived Skye's eyes briefly dart over toward where he stood, and, a fraction of a second later, she did a double take, turning her head to examine him. Annoyance on her face, "Can we do something for you?"
Nicholas had been caught up in watching, it took him a moment to remember himself as a physical presence. He jolted, "Oh, uh, yeah, sorry..."
"I'd appreciate some privacy, you know," Skye said.