Aliana felt her collar tighten as Bryan pulled back on the chain for better leverage. She purred out a low moan as Bryan pumped steadily into what he called Aliana’s “boi-pussy”. With the choking of the collar making Aliana grow hornier, she started to buck his hips back against Bryan, trying to get him to impale her boi-pussy harder, deeper. Aliana might have once felt ashamed of such acts, but that seemed like a far memory now.
When Bryan still whored out Tim, as he insisted on calling himself back then, he had made sure that the guys only ravaged the poor boy’s mouth and throat. Tim got good at it, and so most of the guys were happy to get sucked off, feed their seed to Tim and leave it at that. But Bryan wanted more, and Tim could see the writing on the wall. One night, as Bryan layed on the sofa with Tim dolled up, bobbing his girly face up and down his shaft, Tim begged Bryan not to whore him out as an anal slut. He begged and cried all while having Bryan’s cock resting over his face.
Surprisingly, Bryan agreed to not whore out poor Tim. That, however, would come at a very steep price. First, Tim was to move in with Bryan’s new apartment. As Tim loved alone, it only took one afternoon for all his stuff to me moved into his new home. Second, Tim was to wear a chastity cage at all times, if he didn’t, Bryan would make sure the basketball team had their own group whore. Lastly, Tim was no more, since that moment forward, he would live, look and act like Aliana, Bryan’s hot, horny and obedient girlfriend. Tim couldn’t believe it, but Bryan had him held quite literally by the balls, and so from that day her began to sink into the role of Aliana.
He had to dropout of Uni, of work, Aliana didn’t need those things anyway, assured Bryan, instead he’d give his girlfriend a monthly allowance destined to keep Aliana as the most feminine thing anywhere “she” went. That was another doing of Bryan’s, Aliana was to call herself “she” permanently.
She never had friends as Tim, and her relationship with her parents was rocky at best. Cutting contact with them wasn’t hard but it served to further kill what remained of Tim. Aliana’s new friends were those approved by Bryan, mostly his buddie’s girlfriends that made sure to keep Aliana up to date with the latest bedroom tricks.
Aliana was kept on a strict diet, corset and exercise regime, one that would transform her body into Bryan’s idea of “a fuckable bod”. That included tattoos, Aliana recalled crying herself to sleep after seeing the permanent ink on her back. Bryan didn’t share her, not even her talented mouth, but he certainly didn’t let Aliana rest either, everyday he would leave at least three loads in her belly and at least 3 jammed up her anus. Aliana had cried the first time Bryan had popped her cherry, but with time and constantly being plugged up, she learned to manage and even enjoy it, as it as the only way she con pleasure herself and relief the pressure on her caged clitty.
Their 2 year anniversary is coming up and Aliana knows Bryan will wnat to most likely fuck he brains out. Her clitty tingles at the thought of it, desperate for release. With Bryan still thrusting from behind, she tries to focus on the pleasure, a moan escaped her lips as Bryan slaps her ass.
“That’s it, you little slut. Just waint until you get you anniversary gift, Imma enjoy fucking you new tits so much”
Aliana moaned back. Her size had already been decided, D cups. She felt Bryan hit her spot and clear cum dribble out her clitty. Aliana couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't stood up to Bryan all that time ago, not that it matter, she has been his btich back then, she was his bitch now
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