Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy Pt.43 (Patreon)

Chapter 50

On Monday morning after a long and rather peaceful night’s sleep Marcy got waken up abruptly by the loud voice of John playing over the speakers. “Wake up sissy! That weekend took long enough and I’m none to pleased that I haven’t seen you for most of it. More importantly my dick is in dire need of sucking and my balls are rather loaded, all for you so get ready and get your fucking ass over here.” He said right after Marcy’s parents had gone to work. He could hardly wait to stick his dick in his sissy again it had only been three days, but that was way too long making him more determined than ever to make Marcy his permanently.

Hearing John’s voice again after this weird, stressful, but all in all good weekend instantly made Marcy groan. It reminded her that although she had support from her mother and that her father seemed to want to make the effort to come to terms with the real new her, she was still in a lot of trouble. As much as she would like to see it otherwise John could still ruin her completely, he had all the video evidence to support that Marcy just started dressing up to seduce him and get to suck and fuck his cock all day long. There was no way her parents or Lisa for that matter would be able to cope with that.

It left Marcy with no choice but to comply just the way she had done so many times before. At this point following orders was basically a habit. Just like her morning routine was. Showering, doing her hair and makeup, she all did so without second thought or even any effort whatsoever. Not even her enema bothered her all that much at this point. If anything feeling that nozzle in her bottom was quite exciting, sure taking the full contents of that bag still left her belly cramping a little, but that was gone as soon as she expelled the water.

From there she went on to get dressed. John hadn’t given her any specifics towards what to wear, but Marcy figured that he wouldn’t like if she showed up wearing pants. Her maid’s uniform was best kept clean for her job at CC’s leaving her with only her schoolgirl’s option as an outfit from the CC’s boutique. It would just have to do as it was a whole lot prissier than any of the outfits she had bought together with Lisa, she figured John would be happier about this than he would be about a regular dress.

Getting dressed Marcy put her hair into pigtails to better match her outfit then minced her way down stairs and out of the house. No matter how many times she had done so in the past appearing in public wearing one of the outfits from the CC’s boutique still left her feeling very nervous, after her trips with Lisa she was quite certain that she could pass like a regular girl in the streets, but wearing such a uniform especially with all the additional frills regular was the last thing to describe her. There was one thing all outfits from CC’s had in common and it was that it made you stand out like a sore thumb no matter where you went.

The fact that Marcy had a very pronounced mince especially when wearing heels like she was now didn’t help her blend in any better. At least rush hour was over and the walk to John’s front door was short keeping her exposure to a minimum. She just hoped that John was as eager to get sucked off as he claimed so he would instantly open the door for her. God what was she even thinking? Was she really this addicted to cock? Sure sucking and fucking John’s cock was inevitable, but salivating and feeling her butt clench around the plug wasn’t at all. Trying to push those thoughts away Marcy quickly rang the doorbell.

Just like she had hoped John answered the door in an instant, the sheer sight of him made her shudder. Unlike all the effort she had gone through John had gone through no effort whatsoever. Dressed in a ratty grey bathrobe he looked like he had at least showered, but that was about it. Even more shocking was the way his already rock hard cock poked through the slit at the front of his bathrobe. Standing at attention menacingly. “Hello sissy, aren’t you looking sweet again? Now why don’t you kneel down and give your best friend a kiss, I know how you must have missed him just as much as he missed your warm holes this weekend.” John smirked down on the shocked sissy.

Marcy instantly knew what John was hinting at and she didn’t like it one bit. Especially not right here on the front porch. Nevertheless she didn’t hesitate or try to object. She just sank down to her knees and planted a big sloppy kiss on the head of John’s exposed dick, not even shying away from using her tongue a little, getting rewarded with a strong taste of musky precum, a taste and smell that made her butt clench around the plug once more. God was she really craving to be fucked again? What the hell was wrong with her? She shouldn’t like this this much, no she just did this because it was the only way in which she could be certain that John would be satisfied with his kiss as she really didn’t want to have a discussion while still being so exposed to every potential passer-by.

“I can see and feel that you missed your friend just as much as he missed you sissy, now come on it’s time to make my breakfast, do a good job and your friend might just give you a big creamy reward. Oh and sissy, strip out of those clothes and your panties for that matter I don’t care that much for clothes restricting my uses for you.” John said as he stepped aside letting Marcy enter, once again proving what a bastard he was, she might like his cock, but she certainly didn’t like the pig attached to it one bit she thought as she stepped inside.

Following his demands Marcy stripped out of her skirt, blouse and panties, leaving only her garter girdle, heels and the opaque white stockings with their tartan trim on. The girdle while once having been awfully tight now fit her narrow waist perfectly, yet as flat as her stomach was she could still barely see her cock, it fit perfectly in the tiny pink metal nub of a cage it was stuck in, right underneath the soft pink heart shaped pubic bush. It wasn’t something she paid much attention to these days, she never even felt her cock anymore, not even struggling with the unyielding cage. What bothered her way more were her nipples. They remained so very sensitive and if anything they had swollen even more, even the flesh underneath them had started to swell to the point where it looked like pear stems.

Trying not to think about them too much Marcy minced out in the kitchen where she quickly prepared John’s breakfast for him. Walking around practically naked and wearing heels had become rather normal for her, she knew her pervy neighbour’s eyes were focused on her, but at this point it was more like an inconvenience, only slightly unsettling and enervating.

Making John’s breakfast came quite easy by now. Marcy knew exactly what he wanted and she had made it plenty of times already. She knew how his stove worked, where his pots and pans were, she was getting quite the hang of working around his house. Serving up the big delicious meal Marcy didn’t even wait for John’s orders to get under the table. She was so used to the fact that her Master wanted a blowjob with every meal that she just got down on her knees, crawling under the table and got started sucking John off. She had no problems taking his big cock all the way down her throat at this point, having had more than enough practice.

John was in heaven as he enjoyed his delicious breakfast and Marcy’s skilled mouth which was perfectly accustomed to knowing what he liked out of a blowjob at this point. It definitely made up for all the lost time this weekend, but at the same moment it made him more determined than ever that he never wanted to let Marcy go again. This moment would have been even better if Marcy had slept with him and he would have gotten a good morning fuck during his first waking moments of the day.

No matter what happened John made up his mind that Marcy wasn’t going home again tonight, or any coming night for that matter. Marcy’s website was so popular that he had more than enough to pay out Linda so Marcy could stop working at her store, Marcy’s debt being the only real leverage she had on his sissy, of course she also had the key to her case, but so did he. With that taken care off he would have Marcy to himself for at least four full days, Lisa being the only nuisance as she could heavily screw him over with a few words. That damn bitch, she was too smart to be good and he had no proper leverage on her, nothing but Marcy, her sissy boyfriend who was now stuck at his place, the one she clearly still loved and the one who didn’t know about her being in on this.

It wasn’t a lot, but John was certain he could leverage it for small favours growing into bigger favours as time went on, just like he had done to Marcy. Mmm soon he would have two bitches under his complete control, serving him 24/7 John thought with a big smile as he finished his breakfast blowing his load straight into Marcy’s mouth as he did so. He could feel his sissy eagerly swallowing, not wasting a drop of his seed. It was another rule in his household, not a drop of sperm was to go wasted, whether it was his cum of his sissies dribble, it all ended up inside of his sissy one way or another.

Underneath the table Marcy panicked slightly as John came in her mouth, she was ashamed to admit that sucking his cock, driving her nose into his thick musky pubic bush had turned her on more and more. She still couldn’t help but get turned on by the smell of his cock, it had also been a while since her last orgasm, and despite the fact that her plug hadn’t started buzzing, she had grown quite aroused and in need of a good fuck. After last week’s training of constant edging followed by a good fuck if she begged for it finishing John off with her mouth almost felt like a waste of an erection. It made her worried about when she would get it hard again to satisfy her urges as she got out from under the table and cleaned up, shaking her naked bottom a bit more than usual, wanting to ensure an erection before her need would grow too dire.

John couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed the pronounced wiggle in Marcy’s step. He deliberately didn’t turn on her plug to see if his training from last week actually had any effects and judging from what he was seeing now it turned out it was a great success. This was just too precious. John could see in Marcy’s eyes that she still loathed him, rightfully so as well, but she was certainly addicted to his cock.

“Alright sissy, let’s take this up to the bedroom shall we? I have a surprise for you.” John said with a smirk right as Marcy was finishing up with the dishes. The words surprise and bedroom instantly made Marcy’s butt clench around her plug before causing her to blush deeply, realising just how cock hungry her reaction was. God she couldn’t believe she was so eager to get fucked, but here she was as she quickly followed John up to the bedroom making a quick stop to retouch her makeup before mincing into the room.

Marcy couldn’t keep a gasp from escaping her lips as she saw John sitting on the bed in the midst of some heavy duty looking pink bondage gear. She really didn’t like getting bound by John as it took away all her autonomy, even the little she had left. I always left her completely at her Master’s mercy which he seemed to get a kick out of. Hell when she was bound she could hardly even move enough to ensure her Master’s cock would hit the perfect spot when fucking her. Sure even then she still got off plenty of times, but not as much as she could when she was able to actively fuck back or ride her Master’s cock.

Seeing his sissy’s shock John couldn’t help but laugh as he eagerly patted the bed next to him. “I want you belly down right here sissy, It’s time to add some more fun little accessories to your look don’t you agree?” John asked with a big smirk as he waited for Marcy to comply, which she did just as expected. All his efforts had definitely paid off as his sissy was in fact perfectly obedient now, no matter what the request.

The moment Marcy lay down John didn’t waste a second. He quickly locked two thick padded pink leather cuffs around Marcy’s ankles, connecting them to one another with a spreader bar. Next came a mono glove, like the cuffs made out of pink leather. It forced Marcy’s arms tightly against one another on her back rendering them absolutely useless, especially when John then clipped the end of the glove to the middle of the spreader bar leaving Marcy in a kind of hogtied situation, one that only got enhanced when John braided Marcy’s pigtails, connecting them to the spreader bar as well leaving her looking straight ahead instead of resting her face on the bed. It was definitely the most stuck she had ever been, she couldn’t even really turn her head anymore as it pulled on one tail or the other, all she could try was move it a little further back than it was already pulled, that and squirming in place on the bed.

“There we go, don’t you look pretty all helpless like that sissy?” John grinned as he got up from the bed to admire his handy wore from all angles. Everything looked nearly perfect to him, there was only one improvement that could be made. With a strong pull John slid Marcy over the sheets until her chest was resting right at the edge of the foot of the bed, her head dangling above the floor held up by her pigtails.

Stepping out in front of his sissy John’s cock was right at her mouth level, he couldn’t resist wagging his hips side to side hitting Marcy on both of her cheeks with his cock, laughing as he could see how she tried to pull back but was unable to. “Perfect! Now suck me hard sissy.” He smirked lining the tip of his limp cock up with Marcy’s lusciously painted lips.

Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked on the head of her Master’s cock. It was all she was able to really do, tied as she was there was no deepthroating to be had unless John decided to fuck her face. Something she realised she was in the perfect position for. She really hoped this wasn’t the fun her Master meant, but even if it was, what could she do about it? He had already said how much he loved her skilled mouth and tongue so to him it was probably even better than her bottom which was in desperate need of a good fuck. With his cock in her mouth she couldn’t even ask to get fucked like she had learned to do last week, instead she dutifully sucked on the tip, blushing as she looked up to see John filming. At this point it was just one more file to the pile. She still didn’t like to get filmed, but she was starting to get used to it.

After a minute or two of just suckling on the head of her Master’s cock he suddenly stepped back, pulling his now rock hard cock out of her mouth and just out of her reach although it kept obscenely pointing at her face. Seeing the cock so close by that she could smell it’s musk Marcy couldn’t help but feel her ass clench again. With her mouth now free maybe now was the time to ask to get fucked. “Master, can you please fuck my sissy pussy? I want to feel your big manly cock inside me.” Marcy pleaded looking up at her slob of a neighbour, she hated herself for giving into this again, but damn she needed to get off so badly she had felt her ass clench with every word she had spoken.

Shutting off the recording John couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “I’m sorry sissy, but I have something else to attend to now, don’t worry though, you’ll get your turn with my magnificent cock when I get back, now let’s find you something to keep you occupied shall we?” John grinned loving the look of disappointment in his sissy’s eyes as he denied her a good fuck, she had really gotten addicted, probably not that surprising with all the sex she had been having since all of this started. This was just too perfect. Before Marcy could say another word John forced a big pink ball gag into her mouth then started the television on the wall facing the bed.

On it he played all the video’s and picture collages he had made for her site, more than a full day worth of content at this point. Marcy’s site generated a rather good income and if he managed to make her his sissy full time he could put some more focus on creating better content. Oh he already looked forward to it, exploiting his every fantasy and making big buck out of it to supplement his pension, if he could make Lisa his bitch like he planned to get started on right now that income might in fact explode offering so much more possibilities for twisted productions of his own making, first and foremost he just looked forward to living out his fantasies though a permanent trio with a gorgeous girl and a pretty sissy.

It was going to be great and so was the shocked look on Marcy’s face as she was confronted with some of the early footage, back when she was just a regular guy wearing panties, jerking his cock while sniffing a pair of badly worn boxers. It was a far cry from the position she was in now as John cranked up the volume to the max and left the room with a big smirk that ought to keep his sissy busy for a while.

With her Master leaving like that, still wearing his ratty bathrobe with his cock poking out Marcy was very confused. He had some other business, but what could that be dressed like that? She didn’t know and it worried her slightly, she just hoped it wouldn’t be anything bad. No matter what it was, her position was bad, she was awfully horny and her downfall into complete sissy submission was painful too watch, yet apart from closing her eyes there was no escaping it, and even then she still had to listen to her own loud moans accompanying the many videos.

Back downstairs John made himself comfortable on the couch, with his sissy occupied and having everything he needed it was time to make a move onto Lisa. Licking his lips his cock throb furiously as he started typing out a message to her, just envisioning Lisa as his bitch had him all worked up. This was going to be so great, and finally pussy would be back on the menu as well.

“Hello bitch, I couldn’t help but notice how sweet you and Marcy were in her room this weekend. She seemed to care a lot about you and vice versa. I bet she would be simply devastated if she found out your roll in all of this, how you were aware of me, how this really came to be and even her naughty website being a member yourself. It wouldn’t surprise me if she never wanted to see you again, just like it wouldn’t surprise me her parents never wanted to see her again after I send them all those pictures and video’s of her literally worshipping my cock. Video’s like this one.” John texted adding the video he just shot to the message.

“Of course Marcy doesn’t have to know about you, and her parents don’t have to know either, but if you want me to keep quiet then I will require a certain favour. Right now Marcy is up in my room, tied up watching her own movies on full volume so there is no way she can see or hear anything else. She is aching for my cock and while I would love to give it to her, I want you to take care of it first. You know how common interests are good building blocks for relationships? Well your sissy boyfriend simply worships and craves my cock so to strengthen your relationship I believe It can only be good that you get acquaint with it yourself. I want you to make me cum within the next two hours or I will tell her all about you when I fuck her and livestream it to her parents right away. See you!” John quickly sent in a follow up text setting up the stakes as he attached a picture of his rock hard cock. This was just perfect, now all he needed to do was to wait for Lisa to save her sissy in distress with some self-sacrifice.

“Ps. I don’t care how you get me to cum, either of your holes will do fine, if you want it to go faster I suggest you wear something sexy though. I’m a sucker for a pretty girl in nice lingerie.” John added with a laugh as a horny after thought as he leaned back in his couch and put on a sports match to wait for Lisa’s arrival. Sure it was a bit tricky knowing she could doom him, but with how much it looked like she still cared for Marcy he doubted she would just throw the sissy under the bus.

Back at her place Lisa was shocked, disgusted and most of all furious. She couldn’t believe that old fat bastard had the nerve to send her something like that just the sight of that dick pic made Lisa feel nauseous. Her first instinct was to just go to the cops, she felt for Marcy and wanted to help her be free, she just hadn’t been able to come up with a good plan to do so yet. She should have gone to the cops way earlier turned John in right away when he wouldn’t have expected it. Right now that option was off the table though. John would probably expecting something like that giving him ample time to take Marcy and their relationship down before he himself went down. She couldn’t do Marcy like that, especially not now that she had finally started to redeem herself at least a little. She already felt guilty enough about what she did that she couldn’t allow John to destroy her like that.

As much as she wanted to prevent this horrid bastard from ruining her Marcy, there was no way in hell she would be sucking his cock. Just the thought of it made her stomach twist and turn. This whole thing with Marcy had firmly established what Lisa had been guessing for a while, she was more into feminine looks than she was into masculine ones despite the fact that she could appreciate a handsome man and a good cock. It had also brought her dominant side to the surface so the last thing she ever wanted was to get down on her knees in front of that ugly old bastard, let alone let him have his way with any other holes as he had put it.

Then again, this was all her fault by playing along with John’s twisted plan for her own gain to begin with. She couldn’t let Marcy be the victim of her selfishness any more than she already was. She needed to save her girlfriend no matter the cost, she owed Marcy at least that much after everything that had happened. Shit what was she going to do? Was this her punishment for her sins, having to suck that old bastard’s cock? Was that the way to redeem herself. It was looking like it and two hours didn’t leave her a whole lot of time to think of a way out of this. She had about an hour and twenty minutes left to consider, by then she would have to either leave for John, or ruin Marcy entirely.  Nerves, anger and sheer dread were raging through her body as she saw the clock tick down.

Completely at her wits end on how to handle this situation without harming Marcy in the process while having so little time to decide as well Lisa decided to call Linda. She knew off this all and she was quite experienced, probably not with this very situation, but maybe she would know how to handle this mess. At least that’s what Lisa hoped. It really was her last shot within this limited time frame.

Calling Linda her reaction turned out to be quite similar as her own had been, just like her she cursed John for the bastard he was and for how use Marcy to blackmail her ward, Lisa. John had been overstaying his welcome for a while, but right now Linda was more determined than ever to make him pay for what he had done. He was the worst of the worst as far as men were concerned and she simply couldn’t allow him to stay around, he had to be dealt with severely and quickly. So without further ado Linda shared the plan she had worked out for John with Lisa. As bad as what he had just done might have been this might in fact be the solution. She knew she could count on Lisa to be strong enough to administer the injection needed to knock John out. If the bastard summoned her himself then he probably wouldn’t even get suspicious at all, in a way this was exactly what she needed. Although she still didn’t like how this all was going down, that and there was still one problem.

“Look Lisa, I’m going to be straight forward with you, I didn’t plan to need that syringe this soon, so I don’t have it yet. My contact that can give me one works at the other side of the city I will send word to have it ready and have someone pick it up and deliver it to your door, but with traffic and the sheer distance I will probably take two hours to get there. You’re going to need to stall for a bit. Can you do that Lisa? Can you stall?” Linda said for the first time since Lisa got to know the woman there was a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. Just like Lisa Linda didn’t want her ward to have to please John while at the same time she didn’t want to lose her sissy project to him. That damn bastard, forcing her hand like this.

“Stall? Linda, I don’t think that’s a good idea I mean I can try, but I doubt John is playing games here, his texts were very clear. I can call the cops on him, but Marcy will get ruined before they can take him down I’m sure of it. I simply can’t risk Marcy like that, I feel bad enough for what I have put her through already. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to wait for that syringe to arrive Linda, as nasty as it is, I’m afraid I will have to give in to John’s demented demands.” Lisa said sounding a little defeated, but mostly worried.

There was a long pause after that, Lisa hoped that Linda would stop her, that she would have another plan ready that could prevent all this, but right now there was a little less than an hour left before she needed to get over to John’s place. Eventually Linda spoke up again, she sounded pained. “I’m afraid that’s the only way to insure Marcy’s safety Lisa, I don’t like this one bit either, but I have no trick up my sleeve that could work on such short notice. I wouldn’t recommend doing it though, but I do admire you for caring for Marcy this much, I don’t like it, but I won’t stop you. Whatever you decide to do, I will arrange to have that syringe delivered to you ASAP. “

“Good knowing John this probably won’t be his last demand, just like he didn’t stop at panties with Marcy either, that syringe is definitely going to come in handy. In any case. I need a moment to think.” Lisa said then without another word she put down her phone.

Staring out of the window she really couldn’t believe she was contemplating this, worse she had pretty much made up her mind, she would go over to John and give him what he wanted. She didn’t like it one bit, but maybe that was her just desert for putting Marcy through this all. Poor Marcy, she really hoped she was okay. No matter what happened she would see to it that Linda’s plan got carried out. There was a little solace in the knowledge that soon John’s reign would come to an end and they all would finally be free of the bastard, that is of course if the plan worked, she had to believe it would work or she didn’t know if she could muster up the courage to actually go over to that fucking bastard.