Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 18:45:54 +0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Corruption - Chapter 6 (Revised)

Corruption -- Chapter 6

By Marcia St. Denis
Copyright 2006. All rights reserved.

Erica Wright and I had started this story a long time ago and things just
somehow got in the way of getting back to it before now. She has decided
she just can't devote the time to writing and for a long time neither could
I.  However, I have been inspired by the continuing devotion of many fans
who keep asking about a new installment and so I have decided to take it up
where we left off.  We originally wrote this story with you, connoisseurs
of erotic transvestite and transsexual fiction, (and your insatiable desire
for the bliss of release), uppermost in our minds. I sincerely hope my tale
will bring you repeated pleasure over many sessions. It is why I write and
if I have been successful in turning you on and helping you get off I would
love to hear from you. It would be encouraging to hear that you enjoyed my
rather perverted little world, filled with rather depraved people and
sordid behavior. So please do write to me at: marciatv@hotmail.com and let
me know if you had some nice cums while reading this.

Chapter Six

When Mark returned home mid-day, he was completely spent - both emotionally
and physically. There wasn't an ounce of resistance left in him.  Syl and
her men friends had taken everything out of him.... And yet, he knew they
had also given him everything.  He knew he would never be the same and he
knew he had a new and exciting future to plan.

As he entered his house, he went immediately to The Sanctuary, his refuge
from the world. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. The alcohol he
had consumed on his first "drunk" had wiped away every inhibition, yet it
left him feeling rotten. He kept the lights low and lit four votive candles
at the alter he had constructed to his mother's memory. He stripped off his
blouse, pants and lingerie and couldn't believe the mess that dripped out
of his very sore, very loose ass-pussy. He sat on the toilet to let the
sperm that had been deposited up his love tunnel drain out and then very
gently wiped himself off as much as possible before slipping into a hot,
scented bath.

What a luxury!! He loved the smell and feel of his mother's Bucheron
bathing oils and slid down until the water covered his entire body with
only his face above the surface. He closed his eyes and tried to let go of
all of the thoughts and images that had filled his consciousness over the
last 12 hours since entering Syl's condo. He knew a new phase of his life
was about to begin and though he wasn't sure where it would lead, he was
positive it was the right path doe him.

He soaked and bathed himself until he felt the tension and weariness slip
away.  He was exhausted, his head ached, his tummy gurgled but he also felt
an amazing sense of fulfillment. He had become a woman last night and
nothing could take away how "right" that feeling was for him. Yet, now that
he was relaxed and clean all he could think about was curling up into a
ball in his favorite satin nightie (the peach one with the black lace
bodice and side inserts with the spaghetti straps and faux pearls adorning
the lace... oh, it was so pretty and so alluringly feminine) and slip into
the deep warmth and comfort of his mother's bed. That thought alone was
almost enough to make him get up out of the bath and go straight to
bed. But instead he just closed his eyes and slid his hands over his skin
to rub the bath oils into it. His skin was so smooth after his depilation
from the night before. And as his fingers lingered at his nipples he was
overwhelmed by the tingling he felt in his cock. It was luscious and he
couldn't stop feeling the horniness grow deep in his belly.

He had only half-believed all the things Syl had told him about his mother.
He knew her as only an adoring child can and he knew, instinctively, that
even though she was a highly sexual woman with strong needs and the money,
position and drive to fulfill her desires, she was also not a cruel woman,
nor a "deviant". She couldn't be, could she? He knew her as the loving,
doting mother she had been to him. But a lot of what she had said and done
in the final few years before her death started to fit together like a
puzzle in poor Markie's mind.  And since she wasn't a deviant then her
lusts and cravings to be with sexy transgendered girlboys made what Markie
was feeling and thinking all the more normal and acceptable to him.

He left the bathroom and shivered as he felt the soft, sensuous satin of
his nightie slide down and over his smooth, hairless, sensitive skin and he
proceeded to spend a long time seated at his vanity, combing out his cute
streaked hair, looking at Sarah's pictures and thinking hard about
everything he had experienced over the last 24 hours. He knew that he had
found a spiritual release that took him to heights of pleasure he'd never
imagined were attainable.

Being used by the men Syl had invited to help complete his voyage to
womanhood had been a revelation of sensuality and pleasure. Their fat,
cum-filled cocks sliding down his throat and slipping up his anus time
after time had broken any last restraint that might have been holding
Marcia back.  Markie now felt that Marcia was going to be with him forever
and that Markie would be banished completely. He began to prefer thinking
of himself as a girl and he liked the feeling. Markie might have been a bit
uncomfortable but Marcia purred with contentment at the thought of living
out the rest of his life as the girl "she" truly was. And yet, she still
found it odd that although she loved being a woman and wanted to be Marcia
all the time now, she still didn't know where her decision would take her.
She knew she wouldn't be a real TS until she had a perfect pair of tits and
get onto hormones and Syl's offer to help her get them made her face glow
with excitement.

As she sat at her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror Marcia knew
she was more womanly now than many gg's would (or could) ever allow
themselves to be. She knew she was hot and sexy and she decided then and
there that she would be taking her image to the extremes. She knew she had
"the look". She knew she had the style and taste that only comes with money
and confidence bred from years of privilege. But she also knew that looking
too classy would put her into a different group of women than the group she
wanted to belong to: those women who wanted to be seen as sex toys for men
to use; who dressed for sex and who flaunted their availability. She knew
that if she could reduce Syl's highly experienced and probably jaded
boyfriends to blithering, hungry, begging males then she had the power to
do it to any man. The lifestyle her step-Daddy's money afforded and the
innate taste her Mother's more outrageous fashion statements had instilled
in her gave her the background to move forward with speed. The fact that
Tom was never home while she had her own credit cards with who knows how
much credit limit allowed her the freedom to do whatever she felt like
doing.

Between her Mother's example and her own sense of what worked, she knew
what to wear and how to wear it so men would take a look and immediately
get hard. She wanted them to stop thinking of anything except getting her
into a dark corner, bending her over, lifting her tight little skirt and
fucking her brains out. She smiled to herself thinking about what she got
those horny tgirl lovers to do for her last night. But what made her hold
herself and laugh out loud was the thought that she had become what Sarah
most wanted and loved: a hot little transvestite sex goddess. A boy who
looked and acted like a horny, cum-hungry slut with a hard cock between her
soft feminine thighs, who loved to get fucked up her ass by big, hung,
hard-pricked men and then have them beg her to be bent over for her to fill
their rectal pussies with her own large cock.

She knew then and there the power Sarah felt and she began to understand
her Mother's need to dominate and control men. Yesterday, she had learned
that deep within herself she too was a total bitch....a true slut and she
learned that she LOVED cock. It had dawned on her at some point during the
long, sex-filled night that she got her power and a deep sense of
fulfillment from men's worshipping cocks filling her up the same way Syl
had said her mother needed them.

Just knowing that the same men who had repeatedly filled her mouth and
tight boy-pussy with their hot, white, sticky seed had also fucked and
gang-banged her mother made her feel completely at one with Sarah. Knowing
that she had become the kind of tgirl who excited her Mother's passions
filled Marcia with a transcendent happiness. Nothing was going to stop her
from being the kind of woman Mommy loved seeing and being with. And nothing
would now stop her from enjoying the same kind of perversions that excited
Sarah.

Marcia's head still ached and she felt tired, but the demons within her had
taken hold of her again and she knew she needed a good fucking again. Just
the smell of her perfume and the feel of her satin nightie swishing around
her ass and penis as she moved about the room was enough to make her tent
out the front of it. And as she sat and looked at her reflection she
literally felt her pussy sapsm with an ache to be filled.

"Syl, I feel rotten and I don't think I ever want to get drunk again....
Oooooo, my head hurts..... But I sure do want to get fucked again.... ",
she giggled into the phone a few minutes after she had decided she needed
to share her decisions with someone. "Do you have any idea how I can get
over this hangover?"

"Oh you sweet sugar, don't worry. I'll be right over with something very,
very special to fix your head and get you straight. I am so glad you called
babydoll cuz I am so hopped up right now that I couldn't go to sleep even
if I wanted to.  Huney, if you could have seen what you did and how those
men made you come alive you would know just how horny I still am. You are
an inspiration to all tgirls, everywhere. Those selfish bastards only had
eyes and hard cocks for you...  which, of course, was the whole
idea.... hahahahaha... and even though I think I must have masturbated
myself to cum 5 or 6 times during the course of the night, I just couldn't
find the release I needed. Doing yourself just isn't the same as having a
hung stud doing you, is it sweetcakes? Well anyway, don't fret for me.
There'll be other men and other times. As for your headache, you just wait
there for me, OK baby?"

Twenty minutes later Marcia was leading Syl back to her bedroom. Syl had
cleaned herself up and had changed into a mid-thigh, skin tight electric
blue glitter dress, shirred down the back with a ruffle at the hem. Her
hair was silky and smooth and Marcia noticed Syl's ears for the first
time. She was excited to see that Syl had multiple piercings in each
ear. For some reason the idea of piercings made her clitty get hard. She
guessed it was the submissive nature of them.... Especially the submissive
nipple rings she'd seen on models in the men's magazines some boys brought
to school.

There must have been 4 or 5 diamond studs in each of Syl's ears with large
hoops hanging from the lobes. As Marcia turned and walked back down the
marble hallway she noticed that Syl's 4" strappy sandals were making that
delicious clacking sound as she followed her young prot‚g‚.

"Syl, can you tell me where I can get pierced and tatooed too? I really
want to carry some metal and bling around and I want to advertise what kind
of girl I really am deep down. I think men like their sluts to be pierced,
don't you?  It makes them see us in such submissive-aggressive ways. Will
will be haughty, cruel, domineering bitch-cunts demanding performance or
will we be mewling, craving, do-anything-to please-their-men, submissive
sex-slaves? I like the thought of teasing them about what type of girl I
might be. I bet that's why you have so many piercings too... Is it?"

"Mmmm..." was Syl's distracted reply as she just couldn't keep her eyes off
the 2 inches of dark ass-crack peaking out the top of the low cut back of
Marcia's nightgown. And below that, the soft, sleek material was being
sensuously molded by the swiveling globes of Marcia's perfect little
ass. And whether is was static electricity or something else the material
was being sucked into the crack of her ass. Syl shivered as she heard
Marcia's giggle when her hand found the tight curve of one cheek and snaked
around to slide the satin material further up into the inner sanctum of
Marcia's darling ass.

Inside the Sanctuary, with the candles scenting the air and soft music
playing in the background Syl reached out and grabbed Marcia's hand to turn
her around.  Marcia swooned as Syl's lips found hers and their tongues
played with each other. Marcia didn't know if she liked the feel of Syl's
wet, soft, open mouth or the taste and feel of her mauve lipsticked lips
sliding over her own pink lipsticked lips best. But whatever it was, Marcia
knew she wanted more of it. Syl reached around with both hands to pull
Marcia's ass up tight against her and she smiled as she felt Marcia's stiff
cock poking into her tummy.

"Babydoll?", Syl said breaking her long, wet kiss, "I need to know if you
trust your girlfriend Syl? You do, don't you sugar?"

"Of course I do, Syl. Why wouldn't I? There isn't anyone in the world who
knows what I am going through right now the way you do and with your help a
whole new world is opening up for me. I was feeling so confused about who
and what I am and although I knew something was missing, I just didn't know
what it was.  Thanks to you and your love for my mother, now I know what I
needed and what I can't live without. Last night made everything so clear
to me. How can I thank you?"

"Oh God, you turn me on you little bitch.... But there is no need to thank
me, babydoll.... It was more your mother's doing than mine anyway. She's
the one who saw into your soul and knew you would fulfill her dreams. It
was really she who saw your future and instructed me on what she wanted
done when you called. Somehow, she just knew you would. But lovergirl, I
think you are forgetting why you called.... Your headache, remember? And
big sister Syl adores her darling little girl and wants her precious huney
to learn about all of the ways cock-whores like us get loose and ready for
hot sex."

Syl, reached into her little clutch purse and pulled out a folded aluminum
foil packet.

"And you are thinking about sex, aren't you sugar?" Syl said with a sly
smile creeping across her face. " I know you are baby, cuz you are just
like your Momma and she couldn't go a few hours without it."

"Anyway precious baby, I have something here that you are just gonna
looooove..... Infact, if you are anything like your Mommy then you are
going to go WILD for it. She just couldn't get enough of it.  And I KNOW
it's gonna clear up that achy little head of yours and make you feel,
oh-so-good. At least it made your Mommy feel good whenever I let her have
some..... You do want to get rid of that horrible headache of yours, don't
you darling?"

"Unh huh... I feel rotten and I wanna start feeling good again soon.... Cuz
we are going out cock-hunting, aren't we Syl???" Marcia asked eagerly.

"I feel like I have hammers pounding away in there. I mean, I sure loved
the feeling of being drunk and out of control last night cuz it made the
sex so good....  You know?  But I hate the after effects in the
morning. Ooooo, it hurts"

Syl minced her way over to the vanity and as she sat down on the satin
covered bench Marcia couldn't help noticing her already short dress ride up
her thighs to show off a lacy little powder blue thong that did little to
hide her very large cock.  Marcia made a note that she would now dress in
front from now onjust like Syl, instead of tucking. She liked the fact that
Syl was proud of being a tgirl and did nothing to hide the existence of or
the size of her tool.

In fact, now that she thought about it, all of a sudden it seemed stupid to
Marcia that hottie tgirls, who dressed for sex and craved cock would try to
hide what they had, since that little thing extra was what the men who
sought them out were after anyway, weren't they?

Marcia knew she was being impolite but she couldn't take her eyes off of
Syl's crotch. The large fat snake nestling in her blue thong was more than
just a mouth-watering and delicious looking one-eyed monster; it looked
hard and needy.... like it was begging her for some serious loving. Syl
smiled as she noticed Marcia's eyes dilate and her breathing get
heavier. But she just glanced up, and told her darling little girl to come
over and sit next to her on the bench.

"Now sweet dollface this is going to change your life. I just know you are
going to love this stuff the way I do. It's gonna make you feel
GREAT.... So hot and sexy.....  And when you take it before getting fucked,
you will feel every last fold or wrinkle of your lovers cock as he slides
it into what ever hole he's doing at the time. Hahahahaha....  At least
that's what happens to me. This stuff makes me feel every nerve ending in
my body.... Especially in my nipples and my clitty.  Now baby, you just do
what I do and then sit back and take a trip to heaven.  OK, huney?"

"You just take this little straw, put it up to one of your nostrils and
close the other with your finger. Then just inhale this white powder. You
can do that for your loving sister Syl, can't you baby? Please, sweet
little sugar? Syl doesn't want to feel all hot and sexy without her baby
feeling the same thing."

Syl poured out and cut two long lines of white crystal powder, bent over
one of them with the straw and snorted the long line up into her nose. She
immediately closed her eyes, went rigid and grunted out a short, "Oh fuck
yes..... Oh God, baby.... I am feeling so good.... Oh yeah.... Take me to
heaven.... Fuck that's goooood...... Here babydoll, now it's your
turn. Come on lover, take a trip and join me in heaven."

She then turned to Marcia, handed the straw to her and watched with growing
excitement as her sweet young trusting girlboy babydoll bent over the
second line and snorted it up into her nose.

The cocaine was already fast at work in Syl's system as she watched Marcia
snort her very first line. Every nerve was tingling, her cock was rock hard
and desperately trying to break free of her wispy little thong. She didn't
know why but getting high on drugs made her feel like her cum was boiling
in her balls.  It made her feel like it was overflowing and pouring out of
every orifice. It made her crave the mind-boggling bliss of
release. Watching someone else get high with her made her feel like a
Goddess. It gave her a feeling of domination and control.  The act of
bringing pure bliss to a novice made her feel even more powerful.  She
loved knowing she was leading someone else down into the dark world of need
and depravity that she and all the people she knew lived in. She almost
came just watching Marcia react to the drug and seeing the fine light sweat
break out on her forehead, her pupils dilate, her breathing become
shallower and her cock look like it was bursting through her peach satin
nightie made it all worth while for Syl. She leaned over and gently took
Marcia's face in her hands and guided her mouth down onto hers. Marcia's
tongue darted out and Syl felt her arms go round her neck as Marcia pulled
her with increasing need and desperation and ground her lips against Syl's.

Syl had gone into orbit and would have cum had she not willed herself to
slow down. She didn't want to cum just yet. Nope. She had other plans for
her baby Marcia. Instead she reached out and brought Marcia's mouth down to
her chest and pulled the bodice of her dress down below her tits so Marcia
could start sucking the nipples. As Marcia was sucking and licking and
biting Syl's big fat dollar-sized nipples she pulled Marcia's nightie up
her legs until her straining cock was freed. It was purple there was so
much blood in it and every vein was pulsing as the engorged head throbbed
out the rhythm of Marcia's racing heart beat. Syl slowly reached out and
carefully wrapped her fingers around Marcia's jerking member and began to
lightly caress it, stroking her until she was moaning uncontrollably and
begging Syl to let her shoot.

"Mmmmm, sugar.... Not yet baby.... We gotta make this feeling last, don't
we?  Yeah..... that's what we need, isn't it? We just need to keep this
feeling going forever, don't we Marcia huney? Your baby Sylvia knows what
you're feeling....  Don't worry sugar, mommy knew what you needed and
sister Syl is gving it to you. Here baby, get down on your knees and love
Your sister like she needs to be loved... "

Marcia.slid down off the bench and starting at Syl's ankles slowly glided
her hands up Syl's smooth legs until she held the object of her drug-crazed
desire in her hands. Syl's cock was so big and so fat..... It felt huge and
hot through the soft lacy material of her thong. Marcia had never felt like
this before in her life. If getting drunk made her feel decadent and loose,
getting some of this magical white powder into her made her feel like a
fucking gutter whore.  All she wanted to do was let the feeling of heat and
excitement take over and let her ride the wave. All she could think of was
fulfilling her desperate need for cock. And thank God Syl had a gorgeous
one.... Thick and long and fat with the vein on the bottom side visibly
pulsing, it had a big mushroom shaped purple-head; it throbbed under the
touch of her fingers. The open slit at the top of it was weeping some clear
precum and Marcia found herself licking it up through the lace of the thong
as fast as it appeared.

"Oh fuck, Syl..... what is happening to me? This feels soooooooo good. I
really need you lover.... Please.... You're gonna let me have your cream,
aren't you?  Huh Syl, you're gonna let me feel your hot sticky goo pump out
onto my face....Aren't you lover?"

Marcia slipped the big knob of Syl's cock past her lips and ran her tongue
all around the glans while her fist pumped the hard shaft. Syl let out a
deep guttural moan and said,

"Turn around bitch.... I think this little boycunt you have hidden back
here needs to know what her sister's cock feels as it heads home and pumps
its slut-juice into you. You are my whore now and you need to learn how
whores deserve to be treated."

Marcia let out a giggle and taunted, "Oh yeah??? And who's gonna make me?"

With that, Syl grabbed Marcia's hair and yanked her head back and off her
cock.  She pushed her flat onto the white carpet, reached under Marcia's
hips, hoisted her hips up and got her onto her knees and then reached for
the lubrication tube that was on the vanity. Putting the end of the tube up
to Marcia's ass, she squirted a large dollop up her chute and reached down
to stick her middle finger up and into the hole to loosen it.

Marcia let out a grunt, "Who do you think I am, you street fucking
bitchcunt crack whore? Huh? What do you think you're doing? You think I'm
gonna let you ram your big hard horny disgusting dick up there? Is that
what you think, you gutter bitch, you sissy faggot ass fucking cum hungry
pervert?"

"Ooooooo yeah.... Stick that finger up your slut's cunt..... fuck me with
that sweet long digit.... But baby.... Marcia needs something more up
there. You gonna help pretty little Marcia out, baby??? You gonna give me
what I need?  You gonna slip your cock up past my sphincter and pound me
until you spray all those nasty horrible spermies up into me?  You wanna
try to knock me up and get me pregnant so I will have another little baby
boy that you can then turn into another panty and lace wearing, cock
hungry, horny faggot street whore like me???...... Huh baby? Is that what
you want?"

Syl started trembling as she guided her cock to her honey slut's open brown
hole. She closed her eyes in drug-induced ecstasy as she felt her glans
slip up past the tight ring of Marcia's ass. And soon, she was pounding
into her little girl with such fury that she had to consciously slow it all
down to make it last.

"So huney, you're now a confirmed cock-slut, aren't you pretty Marcia? You
really love having a big hard thing sliding into you and getting ready to
deposit a wet gooey load.,... Don't you babydoll?... Hmmm? Tell your lover
Sylvia how much you are craving it baby... Tell me you need to be degraded
and abused and treated like the slut you are"

Marcia looked back over her shoulder and couldn't believe the sight of Syl
with her blue dress hunched up around her waist and her big tits hanging
out of the bodice. Her tits were swaying as she fucked her. And, oh GOD it
felt so good....  So fucking good..... Her mind was flying, her nerve ends
were tingling, her cock was about to burst and her rectal passage felt
every last millimeter of her lover's huge cock. Marcia was in heaven. Syl
was right. There was nothing like this.  Marcia knew she would need to
return again and again and again to get more of that magical powder so she
could feel this high all over again....

And then she felt Syl, pull out and rest her cock in the crevice of her ass
as it began spewing out string after string of thick white cum. It just
kept shooting, spurt after spurt so that a pool formed in the small of her
arched back. And as Syl's breathing slowed and her humping stopped, Marcia
felt Syl's hand begin to massage the cum into the skin of her ass and
back. Oh GOD, that felt so good....  To be the receptacle for all that
cum.... Mmmmm.... She was a real cum-slut now..... And as she reveled in
the feeling of total contentment, she realized that her natural place was
to be beneath a hard pumping cock, to feel the mind- numbing high that came
with the degradation and filth of being someone's cum whore and to be
flying a million miles above reality while it was happening to her.

And then her own throbbing member began pumping out her huge pool of sleazy
slime.... A pool that collected on the rug beneath her and as she slowly
sank down on the rug and ground her deflating cock into the cooling pool of
her own cum, she knew she had just crossed another forbidden boundary. And
she knew she had come home to where she belonged. Home to fulfill her
mother's desire that she live her life in a sordid world of degradation,
sexual abuse and moral corruption.