Riya
A Fictional Story by gerrberr.
They were beautiful. Marcus was tall and broad-shouldered, his silver-streaked hair giving him a distinguished look. Eleanor was so beautiful and radiant that it made Raj nervous, her blonde hair pinned up to reveal a neck he immediately wanted to kiss. He found that he couldn’t take his eyes off her deep neckline, her dress struggling to contain her tits. They were both in their late forties, confident and experienced. Raj was twenty-four, slim, and suddenly very aware that his five-inch cock was nothing compared to what he suspected Marcus was packing.
“Drink?” Eleanor asked, with a warm smile.
“Yes, please.” Raj’s replied nervously.
They moved to the living room. Eleanor poured Raj a glass of wine, their hands brushing as she handed it to him. The conversation started flirtatious, then filthy, and soon Raj found himself on the couch, Eleanor’s tongue in his mouth while she straddled him. But as clothes started coming off and Eleanor saw his cock, Raj could feel her disappointment. She turned back to Marcus.
“He’s sweet,” Eleanor murmured, stroking Raj’s cheek, “but I was hoping for someone who could actually give me a proper fucking.”
Raj’s face burned with shame. “I can-”
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, then looked back up at Marcus with a glint in her eye. “I have a better idea.”
Marcus contemplated for a bit, looking back and forth between them. Then he smirked and gave her a slight nod.
Eleanor took Raj’s hand and pulled lightly, telling him to get off the couch. She led him through the house, past rooms of tasteful furniture and decor, to a door he’d assumed was a closet. It opened to reveal a staircase descending into soft pink light.
“Step inside, darling,” Eleanor whispered, guiding him toward a machine that looked like a tanning bed. It pulsed with a faint hum, the interior glowing cotton-candy bright.
Raj hesitated and looked at her. “What is this?”
“Something special. Don’t you trust me?”
He didn’t know why, but he did. He climbed in and lay down. Eleanor pushed a button and the lid sealed. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a hose-like pipe was lowered from inside the lid and emitted a blast of pink light. It was so intense it felt like being submerged in warm water. Raj gasped as his body began to change.
To Raj’s surprise, it didn’t hurt. It felt like he was melting and reforming, like being sculpted from the inside out. He felt himself shrinking a few inches, his shoulders narrowing, his muscles softening and redistributing. His waist cinched inward while his hips flared outward, filling out with plush, feminine curves. His legs grew slender and shapely, his ass swelling into a thick, jiggling handful. Hair cascaded down his shoulders in dark, glossy waves. His face shifted, cheekbones rising, lips plumping, jawline softening into something delicate and pretty. He moaned as his chest flared out, breasts budding and swelling into full, shapely curves with sensitive nipples that ached to be touched.
The biggest change was between his legs. His cock and balls were shrinking, retreating up into his body until only a tiny bit remained. His entire body was hairless and smooth, radiating a heat that pooled between his legs and made him hornier than ever.
The machine opened, and Raj stepped out on trembling legs, adjusting to his new body and its center of gravity. He caught his reflection in a mirrored wall and stared at the gorgeous reflection, curvy and undeniably feminine. He was so horny he could barely think.
Eleanor walked up behind him, her hands finding the top of his neck and running down his back. He shuddered, every touch increasing his arousal. Her hands found their way down to what remained of his cock, rubbing it with her fingers as she moaned. “A small part of your little dick remains, although I guess we’ll call it your clitty now,” she teased. “Getting rid of it entirely would make this change permanent. We wouldn’t want that… yet.”
She sat him down and did his makeup with practiced hands. She gave him dark lashes, glossy pink lips, and flushed cheeks. Then she dressed him in lingerie: a black lace bra that cradled his new breasts, matching panties that contained his swollen clitty, stockings that hugged his slender legs, and a garter belt.
“Your name is Riya now,” Eleanor said, stepping back to admire her work. “And you’re going to be our submissive sissy slut.” She leaned in and kissed her, a strand of saliva trailing as she pulled away. “You and I are going to worship Marcus’s cock together. Doesn’t that sound delicious?”
Riya, the name settled over her. “I don’t know if I-”
“On all fours.”
The command snapped through her, and Riya found herself obeying before she could think. Eleanor fastened a collar around her neck and attached a leash. She walked in front of her and gave the leash a sharp tug.
Riya crawled behind her, the humiliation burning through her veins and making her clitty throb with every movement. They made their way back to the living room to see Marcus, standing shirtless, his muscular torso on display. Riya looked up at him and felt her breath catch. She was surprised to find how attracted she was to him.
“Crawl to him,” Eleanor commanded, pulling the leash again. “Slowly. Take off his pants.”
Riya crawled forward, her heart beating fast and her mouth watering as she stared at him. She reached Marcus and unbuckled his belt with shaking hands. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, her eyes finding their way to the massive bulge in his underwear. She moved in closer, pressing her face into his bulge, inhaling the scent as her mouth watered even more. She slowly pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang free-and smacked her in the face.
Riya gasped. It was massive. Eight inches of thick, veined perfection, the head swollen and shining with precum. She was mesmerized, unable to look away. She wanted to taste it.
“Wait,” Eleanor said. “Feel how heavy it is when it rests on your face. That’s a real man’s cock, Riya. Not like your little clit.” she taunted.
Riya looked up at him, the massive cock running across her face and extending past her forehead. The weight of it against her face, the heat, and the musky scent made Riya’s head spin. She started drooling as she knelt in front of him, utterly submissive.
Eleanor walked up to Marcus and kissed him, pushing him back until the tip of his cock rested on Riya’s lips. “I can’t wait to watch you destroy our new sissy slut,” she whispered, loud enough for Riya to hear. “I’m going to watch you stretch that tight little pussy until she screams.”
Marcus’s cock twitched and a bead of precum formed at the tip, dripping down onto Riya’s mouth.
“Please,” Riya whimpered, unable to control herself. “Please, let me-”
Eleanor moved behind her and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her head back. “Lick it up,” she said. “Every drop.”
Riya’s tongue shot out, lapping up the precum with desperation. The taste hit her taste buds immediately, salty, bitter, the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. She licked and sucked at the tip, intoxicated by the taste and sound of Marcus’ moans.
“Good girl,” Eleanor whispered. “Now give him a proper blowjob. Sloppy. I want to see tears when he fucks your face.”
Riya took him into her mouth as deep as she could, gagging as the thick shaft filled her throat. Spit dripped down her chin and onto her tits as she bobbed her back and forth. Eleanor joined her on her knees, and they took turns worshipping his cock, Eleanor licking the shaft while Riya sucked the head. Then they switched, both of them sucking and licking with eager mouths.
Marcus stroked their hair, looking down at them. “Look at both my sluts,” he said, satisfied.
Eleanor moved behind Riya, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. “Pleasing Marcus should be your only priority now, Riya,” she whispered, her hands roaming over Riya’s smooth body, cupping her tits. “If you’re a good slut, you’ll be rewarded with his cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Riya moaned, her voice high and feminine, shaking with need. “Yes, please…”
Marcus leaned in, and they shared a three-way kiss, his tongue dominating theirs. Then Marcus stood, and with a display of strength that made Riya’s clitty throb, he picked both women up and threw them over his shoulders.
Eleanor giggled. Riya gasped, stunned by his power. He threw Eleanor onto the bed on her back. He removed his wife’s panties and spread her legs wide, her pussy exposed and dripping wet. He then placed Riya down facing her, on her knees between Eleanor’s spread legs.
“Eat her out,” Marcus commanded. “Make her cum for me.”
Riya dove in eagerly, her tongue finding Eleanor’s clit. She licked and sucked with desperate enthusiasm. She would do anything to fulfill Marcus’s command. Eleanor moaned, her hips bucking as her hands gripped and pulled on Riya’s long hair.
Marcus moved behind Riya and ripped her panties off with one brutal tug. She gasped, the cool air hitting her exposed clit. Then she felt his hand between her legs, rubbing what was left of her tiny cock between 2 fingers.
“You like when I play with that little clitty?” Marcus asked.
“Yes,” Riya moaned into Eleanor’s pussy, the pleasure and humiliation making her even more aroused. “Oh my god, yes…”
Marcus lay down beneath her and pulled her down by the hips, positioning her so her crotch rested on his face. His tongue found her clit, licking the sensitive tip with expert precision as Riya continued eating Eleanor out. Both women moaned in unison, their pleasure building.
Marcus’s hands roamed over Riya’s ass, squeezing and groping her thick cheeks. They found their way to her waist and ran over her back. He spread her open, his tongue working her clit while his fingers teased her asshole.
Eleanor screamed as she came, her legs pushing together and squeezing Riya’s head between her thighs as she rode out her orgasm. Riya slurped up her juices, moaning as Marcus’s tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Then, Marcus lifted her and slid out from beneath her, standing up. Eleanor stood too, her face flushed red and her eyes bright with satisfaction.
“She did so good, baby,” Eleanor told her husband, stroking Riya’s hair. “Our little sissy slut knows how to eat pussy.”
Riya watched longingly as Marcus and Eleanor kissed. He took off her bra, and her full, perfect breasts spilled out. He pinned her against the wall, his massive cock pressing against her stomach, and Riya could see him positioning himself to enter his wife.
Marcus leaned in to kiss her, but Eleanor stopped him just as their lips met. “Take care of our guest first,” Eleanor breathed against his lips.
Marcus turned, his eyes finding Riya. She froze as she saw the lust and predatory hunger in his eyes. It scared her, but it turned her on more than anything ever had.
He walked toward her, and before she could react, he picked her up from behind with his hands under her thighs and threw her onto the bed. She yelped as she landed on her back, looking up at him with wide, submissive eyes.
Eleanor crawled onto the top of the bed and kissed her gently. “It’s okay to be scared,” she whispered as she guided Riya’s mouth to her breast. Riya’s lips found her nipple, moaning as the comfort and arousal swelled up inside her. She felt safe, terrified, and desperate all at once.
Marcus noticed the precum dripping from Riya’s clit. He pushed her legs up, folding her and letting the fluid drip down onto her exposed asshole. “Look how wet her sissy pussy is,” he teased, his finger circling her asshole, pressing in. “Just waiting to be filled.” Riya squirmed, but Eleanor held her in place, comforting her as Marcus pushed his finger in deeper.
He lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance, draping her legs over his shoulders. She felt vulnerable with her body folded under him. He pressed forward, slowly, gradually stretching her out. Riya moaned loudly, shuddering, the feeling too much to handle as inch after inch disappeared inside her. Eleanor let her go as Marcus pinned Riya’s wrists to the bed above her head, staring into her eyes. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
“Don’t cum yet, slut,” he whispered.
He started thrusting. Slow at first, Riya crying out with each movement, her hole trying to adjust to his size. He looked her in the eyes as he sped up, his gaze holding her captive.
He moved her wrists together above her head, pinning them with one hand. The other hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel completely owned.
The dominance sent Riya spiraling. She opened her mouth wide as she moaned even louder, and Marcus spat a thick, warm strand of saliva into it. “Swallow,” he commanded, and she did. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue claiming her mouth while his cock rested fully buried inside her ass.
“You ready to squirt your sissy cum like a good slut?” he asked, his lips pressed against hers.
“Yes sir,” Riya breathed, her submissive and feminine voice barely recognizable.
Marcus got back up and started pounding her hard, fast, and relentlessly. The bed shook. Riya’s wrapped her feet around his neck, her body taking every brutal thrust. Eleanor leaned in close, whispering into Riya’s ear.
“You’re such a pathetic little sissy, taking that big cock like the whore you are. This is what you were made for. This is ALL you’re good for.” The heat built in Riya’s body as she listened to Eleanor’s words, unable to prove her wrong. The pressure continued to build until she screamed, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her clitty twitched as load after load of cum dribbled down onto her own face and chest.
Eleanor laughed, mocking her. “Look at you! Squirting all over yourself like a dirty little slut!” The humiliation made Riya cum harder, even more cum dribbling out of her clit as she shuddered and moaned beneath Marcus.
Marcus pulled out, and Riya was left shaking and gasping, trying to catch her breath. Eleanor crawled over her and kissed her, licking Riya’s own cum off her face and passing it between them, both swallowing until it was gone.
“Roll over,” Eleanor commanded. They rolled, Riya, ending up on top of Eleanor, straddling her. Marcus stood behind her and pulled on her bra strap, forcing her to sit up straight. He popped the clasp and the bra fell away. His hands groped her breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them until Riya was moaning again.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I need a break…”
Marcus and Eleanor both laughed as Riya’s face burned with shame. “We’re not done until I say so,” Marcus said, looking her in the eyes. He pushed her down by the neck, forcing her onto all fours over Eleanor. “Now arch that back. Show me that sissy pussy.”
Riya obeyed, arching her back as far as she could. Marcus positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance again. “Please,” Riya begged, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging for mercy or begging for more.
Marcus slammed into Riya as she screamed. He was pounding her in doggystyle now, his hips slapping against her thick ass, wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the room. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock, driving his thrusts deeper.
“Such a tight little pussy,” Marcus grunted. “Taking my cock like you were born for it.”
Eleanor squirmed beneath her, reaching up to play with Riya’s breasts hanging over her face. She pinched her nipples. “Look at you, slut. On all fours like an animal. This is where you belong, Riya. This is all you’ll ever be good for.”
Marcus’s hand came down hard on her ass, the pain making her yelp and clench around his cock.
“Thank you, sir!” Riya moaned automatically.
He continued to spank her rhythmically, each smack timed with a thrust until her ass turned red. Riya moaned and cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Please,” she whimpered, her clit twitching and dripping precum, so close to orgasm again. “Just like that, I’m going to c-”
Marcus pulled out suddenly. Riya screamed in frustration, her orgasm denied. “Why?!” she cried, tears of desperation in her eyes. “Why did you stop?!”
Marcus chuckled cruelly. “I thought you needed a break, slut. Isn’t that what you asked for?”
“No!” Riya begged, her voice breaking. “Please, please, I don’t need a break! I’ll be a good sissy slut, I promise! I won’t ask for a break ever again, just please fuck me!”
Marcus pushed her down by the neck again and forced her face into the mattress, her back arched at the perfect angle. He pinned her hands behind her back with one hand, holding her helpless in position, and then he was inside her again. He was thrusting faster and harder than before, brutal and relentless. Riya couldn’t stop moaning and whimpering.
Marcus spanked her again and again, the impact of his hand against Riya’s flesh accentuating the brutality of his thrusts. Riya couldn’t move with her wrists pinned behind her and her neck pressed firmly into the mattress. She was nothing more than a fuckdoll for his pleasure, her body arched in desperate submission. The sensation of being completely overpowered sent a surge of pleasure through her body.
She began to feel overwhelmed, the feeling of getting her tight asshole stretched out while Marcus spanked her, the soft, teasing touch of Eleanor’s fingers rubbing her nipples, the degrading words they both said to her. It was too much to handle. The pressure in her abdomen snapped, and she let out a high-pitched scream as she came again. Her sensitive clitty throbbed violently, sending a stream of fluid across Eleanor’s stomach, coating her skin in a warm, sticky glaze.
Riya shuddered, her entire body trembling as Marcus let out a low, guttural growl. He thrust forward one last time, burying himself inside her as deep as possible. Riya felt Marcus’ hot, thick cum shoot inside her; the sheer volume of it felt like it was filling her entire being.
Riya collapsed as the orgasm wore off, the strength leaving her body all at once. She lay there, her chest heaving as a wave of post-orgasmic vulnerability came over her. The intensity of the experience finally broke through, and hot tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was crying from the overload of endorphins or the shame of her own submission, but she couldn’t stop sobbing. For a few minutes, the world was nothing but her sobs and the soft, rhythmic stroking of Eleanor’s hand in her hair.
“You’re ok, baby,” Eleanor whispered, her voice now filled with tenderness. Marcus reached over and handed Riya a glass of water. She drank it, still trembling as the cool liquid fought against the heat still radiating from her core.
Eventually she stopped shaking, letting Eleanor and Marcus calm her down. They shifted in bed, moving Riya between them as they lay down. She slept in between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies surrounding her. As she slept, she felt a strange sense of belonging.
When Raj woke up in the empty bed, he felt a familiar weight, the return of his male form. He sat up, feeling the familiar sensation of his body restored. The memory of the night before was still hauntingly vivid in his mind. As he put his clothes back on, Marcus and Eleanor appeared by the door.
“Welcome back, Raj,” Marcus said, smiling at him. “Come back whenever you crave all this,” he said, gesturing with his hands. “You know you will.”
Eleanor leaned in with a mischievous look in her eyes. “And remember, Riya…Raj, the machine can be permanent. Imagine how much fun we could have if you didn’t have to switch back.” She giggled as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Think of how hot it would be. Marcus breeding both of us… his wife and his little sissy bride.”
Raj didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He just nodded and walked out the door.
As he reached his car, he looked back at the house one more time. He felt confused and ashamed of what he’d done last night, with memories coming to the forefront of his mind. But as he settled into the driver’s seat, he felt a warm strand of precum soak into his underwear. He looked at the house again, and he knew, with a certainty that scared him, he would be back.
The End.
