Virginia - Vol 08

[Content:] T4T, lesbian, sleeping, somnophilia, non-consent, hair pulling, oral, ejaculation

[CW:] There is mention of rape and non-consent in this section. Before reading, it is important that readers understand consent frameworks, as there is breach of consent in this section. Some language may be triggering to those who've experienced sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised.

[Spice Level:] Hot

[Notes:] As I stated previously, somnophilia is a pretty intense kink that passes into the realm of non-consent, but it's one that I'm slowly gathering the courage to explore. Please take breaks if you need them, and if this kind of thing isn't your cup of tea, that's okay!

[Summary:] As her owner sleeps and dreams of the past, our plastic transfemme heroine makes a horrific decision.

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I part the folds of her silken skirt. Underneath, I half expect to find the otherworldly skin of an eldritch creature. But the black tentacles, scions of her dark magic, do not greet me. Instead, her thighs are pallid, soft, entirely human. I bring my dark gloves closer to her.

My fingers, encased in dark plastic, brush against her thighs. I reel back, fearing that she may discover me. But her lips continue to sigh, breathing through a deep, supernatural slumber. I grasp her ass, squeezing tightly. Again, no reaction. Not even a twitch, a groan. She is completely unconscious.

"This is wrong," I tell myself.

For a moment, I hesitate, backing away. Her chest heaves, and I can see her breasts rising and falling, just barely contained within a silk bra.

Impossibly, my dick remains erect. There is no blood in my body, yet it stands at attention. Ready to do what my mind prevents me from doing. Something taboo. Unthinkable. Necessary.

I imagine her body beneath mine. Being inside of my mistress as she sleeps. It is horrible. It is right. It is my revenge.

The next moment, I am pushing into her from behind. Her ass parts readily for me and I slide in. How good she feels, how soft, how...cold. Her light breathing continues unabating as I push into her - violently, vengefully.

"This is what you've made of me, Mme. Scarlet. You created me to be your slave, your plaything." There is vindication in my soundless words, "Now, I am the creature that will invade you and destroy you."

Every inch of my body is on fire -- sensitive and alive. Finally. Finally, I am in control.

The skin of my scrotum prickles with ecstasy as I thrust. Her face is pressed against the ground, gathering flecks of plaster and sawdust from the sanded floorboards.

Her eyes flit about rapidly beneath their lids, deep in dreams I don't dare to imagine.

With a rush of adrenaline, I pull her from the floor and place her on my lap. The strength is all my own. Her head lulls from side to side as I bounce her frame on top of mine. My nipples sing as they brush against her. I lather her chest with kisses while her ass knocks against my pelvis. Her long, delicate arms hang limp at her sides.

"Never in my life did I imagine I would fuck a helpless, sleeping woman," I think to myself, momentarily ashamed. "It's - wrong. She can't protect herself."

Then I think of the nights in the backroom. Her fangs. Her panting. Eyes like tree rings.

"She is no woman," I remind myself. "My mistress is a temptress, a predator, a demon. She deserves this." I thrust harder, deeper. My rhythm picks up, pulling the folds of her anus in and out, in and out.

For years, my penis was caged in that cursed bodice. At times, I felt my cock leaking - slowly, pleasantly. But my mistress never afforded me true release. Now, as her soft hair brushes my face, my testicles bulge. I force the cum from my shaft into her. I mark my territory. My conquest. She is mine. "Scarlet," I whisper, "My Scarlet."

After my release, I lay her gently on the floor once more. My cum leaks from between her thighs. It is thick, viscous - more petroleum gel than semen. It must have changed. My cum is glossy and artificial - just like the rest of me.

"Good," I think to myself, "Perhaps it will immobilize her from within." I smile deviously, imagining my cum solidifying and paralyzing her from the inside. "Such a fate would be fitting for you, my Scarlet. Then you might know the pain that I have experienced over these years. The pain of being in a body that you recognize as your own even though it does not obey you."

Reflecting, I look down at myself. My breasts appear shiny and brand new with not a drop of sweat. I guess that makes sense. Dolls don't have pores, so how could I sweat? I look down again at my cock. It is alert, alive. It throbs, not satiated by my release.

"We have years to make up for," it seems to tell me. "And she deserves it, every ounce of it."

I oblige my body, and within a minute, my cock is inside her throat.

Her breath stutters momentarily, gagging on the plastic assailant that pushes past her lips. Then, the breathing resumes, switching seamlessly to her nostrils. A distant hum resonates from her vocal cords, pleasant and soft.

"You dirty slut," I think, smirking. "Your body knows what to do when it feels a woman's cock inside it, even when you are asleep. You do know what it is to serve, you undying whore. You have known all along."

I continue to push her head into my crotch, grabbing coils of her umbral hair. The pain does not break her from her revery. Throbbing, my semen leaves me in hot waves, coating her throat. As I pull away from her, opaque liquid drips from the bow of her lip. Her face is serene, placid in slumber. But it is now desecrated by my cum. I have done it. I have defiled her.

A terrible fatigue overcomes me. I look to the door, and a feeling of urgency once again bites at the back of my mind. "I needed to..." I manage, trying to remember something. "I needed to leave."

I take a step towards the door but fall to my knees. My joints feel stiff and sore. With a sinking certainty, I realize that I have overexerted myself at the first taste of freedom. My body seems to be locking, once again becoming rigid. I've failed. I pursued selfish pleasure, indulging my sick fantasy of revenge by fucking my sleeping owner.

I am tired, so tired. What will she do if she finds out? Horror grips me. She will find out. She is cunning and observant. I know my mistress. She won't tolerate this.

A memory of Mme. Scarlet's voice comes to me - a warning from years earlier.

"Dolls don't leave the dollhouse."