This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex, and themes of abuse and domination. Proceed with caution.
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When Kim got a text from Rose to meet her for coffee, she had hoped that it was supposed to be a date or something. No such luck. Kim got to the coffee shop and sat down across from Rose, and it took a few minutes for Rose to even acknowledge her presence. Rose just sat there, staring with her head turned to the side, seeming lost in thought.
"So," Rose said, finally, "Dolly has really taken to being all girly."
"Really? Wouldn't have seen that coming," said Kim coolly. "He always seemed so... desperate to maintain his masculine image."
"Hehehe," Rose had a distinct caffeinated mania, this wide, wide grin, "I busted him wide open. He's a giant sissy slut now, loves the cock, loves the dresses, he, uh," she paused here, seeming thoughtful, "or she, gets real upset now if I don't call her 'Dolly'. I think I accidentally uncovered the real him. Or her, I guess. I dunno, she talks a lot about how miserable she is as a boy now. I think she kinda always was miserable as a boy. That's why she was so, you know, try-hard."
"Uh huh," Kim said, unmoved. "Well, guess that makes up for him being a condescending jerk all the time, sending my pictures out to people. Oh, and the rape."
"Well," Rose had her wicked smile back on now, "it's not like you and I don't have our... indiscretions."
Kim looked down. "That's different."
Rose shrugged. "Whatever you gotta tell yourself sweetheart." She took a sip of her coffee and went on. "But so this is the second time I've gotten... very deeply involved with a boy... person who was like this. Who liked the girly thing, I mean. And last time I fucked it up and.." she paused a moment, her mouth did something weird. "I mean, there's probably like a zero percent chance I'm gonna drive him away," smug hair flip, "he's too dependent on me."
"Uh huh." Kim had pretty much come to the conclusion by now that this wasn't any kind of date. So she was just listening, waiting for Rose to arrive at the point.
Rose tucked her hair behind her ear. "I like him dependent on me."
"Right."
"Only he wants to be able to do his own makeup and stuff. And I could teach him, but," deep breath in and out, "I like him dependent on me. I like him needing to come to me to feel girly."
"Okay," Kim said flatly. "Sooo... you're not gonna teach him."
"Well," Rose took a sip of coffee, "I don't wanna. But I didn't do that with Nicky anyway and he still left me. And I want Dolly to have that, the ability to do his own. It'd make him happy."
Kim sighed. "Okay. Sooo you are gonna teach him?"
"Ehhnnhh..." Rose drummed her fingers on the table. "I just... I don't know if I can relinquish the power over him myself. It'd be better, I think, if I could just, like, send him off somewhere and have it done for me, the teaching. I was hoping," she looked up significantly at Kim here, "I could get someone to do it for me."
Kim blinked. "What, me?"
"Well," Rose was shooting her these intense commanding eyes, "I had the thought that maybe you could talk the other girls in your sorority-"
"Nope, absolutely not."
"-into letting him hang out there for a couple days," she continued, unfazed. "Hehe, it'd be like him going to Girliness Boot Camp."
Kim just sat there glowering at Rose.
"Aw come on, why not?" Rose asked.
Kim gestured impotently at the air in front of her. How to explain the obvious to someone who doesn't want to hear it? "You do get," she managed, "that a few of us really hate his guts right? Like, you know, he did rape Ashley's friend, Ashley being, you know, the sorority President. So that's a no-go right there. And then there's the fact that he sent my nudes to people, he barged into the house to try and hit on everyone..."
"Yeah yeah," Rose waved a dismissive hand, "but he's not like that anymore."
"Oh, good," Kim scoffed, raising her hand to her face, "I guess you saying that is all I need."
"Look," Rose reached out to stroke up and down Kim's forearm, "I know you're not so innocent. Heh, I personally corrupted you, so I would know." Kim inhaled sharply at the touch; she perceived Rose's eyes flash with triumphant fire at her reaction. "So can't you find it in your heart to maybe forgive my sweet Dolly?"
It was wild, the physiological response that such a slight touch had provoked in Kim. All at once she felt transfigured, like she'd been shot into a higher level of perceptual awareness. And, she was aware, her pussy was starting to get wet. But more than anything, there was a renewed awareness of the Flame, that burning desire for sexual sadism she'd within herself found that night Rose had gotten her to forcefuck Dylan with the strapon. For a while now, the Flame had been burning low, a little spark in her chest. Most of the time, she could ignore it, at times she thought it was gone, but all of a sudden it was alive again, burning bright, this inferno raging across her brain.
Rose didn't want her, Kim knew that, she was just trying to play on Kim's emotions. That's fine. Kim had her own game to chase now.
"I can find it in my heart," she said, in a deliberate tone, trying to suppress the evil grin that was tugging on her mouth, "to ask Ashley if she'd be willing."
Rose's face lit up nicely there. "Thanks!"
I'm not doing it for you, Kim thought. "No prob," she said drily.
"She wants me to do what?!"
It was funny, Kim thought, sitting in Ashley's computer chair watching her furiously stomp back and forth across her bedroom, when she had imagined this conversation Ashley said that exact series of words in that exact tone of voice. She'd gotten to know Ashley pretty well by this point, she might actually be able to swing this...
"Absolutely not! Little piece of shit..." Ashley clenched and unclenched her fists. "Who the hell is this Rose person anyway?"
Kim shrugged. "A freak."
"Clearly." Ashley shook her head. "Look, like, if that little fucker's found someone who's gonna keep him from causing trouble, that's fine I guess. But if I have to see his stupid smug face again, I'll... Ooh, I don't know what I'd do."