Whatever Happened to Grace? (Flashback Friday)

 Happy Friday everybody!! Today's flashback is for Out of Retirement, which was a three part story from 2016 and can be found here (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). This is part of my Pink n Prissy Collective series, which can be found in my linked captions index.

“Ohh poor baby. Don't clench. You will only make it worse,” Kirsten cooed and stroked Grace's cheek in the twilight of her bedroom. “Look, you've drooled all over my sheets. You'll want to be more careful with that mouth.” She grabbed her toy firmly by the hair and pulled her up into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding forcefully down Grace's throat before she yanked the girl's head back and used her face to mop the damp patch on the bed covers.

“S-s-sorry,” Grace whimpered. She was silently cursing her firm gym-sculpted body as her firm ass seemed determined to suck on the buttplug tail Kirsten had stuffed inside her like a lollipop. With every swat, with every hair-pull, her body tensed even more and her asscheeks clenched tighter around the perverse object until she thought she might explode. Desperately, she tried to pry her cheeks apart but the leather cuffs securing her wrists only allowed a few inches movement and her futile fumbling just resulted in her hole massaging the steel device. She moaned softly.

“Oh, you are such a little slut,” her mistress grinned. “I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on you. Even in those tomboy clothes, I saw your potential. I could see you were just waiting for someone strong like me to make you their whore. You thought you were cut out for sissifying boys? I wrote the book on sissifying boys. And you know what? I'm even better with girls...”

“S-s-so s-s-sorry,” Grace watched helplessly as the powerful girl took out a keyfob and the cold metal of the buttplug began to pulsate in her backside. “Nooo,” she cried gently and tried to send her mind elsewhere. It only worked in as much as she cast her thoughts back to earlier that day when Kirsten had sent her off to school in that humiliatingly feminine outfit. Everyone knew she was now a pet. How could they not? She had gone from wearing jeans and hoodies to being draped in frilly dresses and cute stockings with bows at the top. Even her former Pink n Prissy Collective sisters looked at her with a mixture of horror and pity, fully aware that one wrong move could lead to them suffering the same fate.

“Hush,” Kristen demanded, “there are much better uses for that tongue.” Grace noticed that she had slipped out of her pyjama pants and was sitting with her legs spread wide at the top her bed. The taste of the older girl's pussy was by now familiar yet it was no less unpleasant. The one plus of having her nose and mouth pressed into the sopping gash was that it momentarily took her mind off the thrumming steel ruining her ass. With one hand on the back of Grace's head pulling her closer, Kirsten stroked the tail through her fingers as if it belonged to a cat. As the pleasure from her licking subject grew more intense, her fondling became erratic until finally, in a moment of ecstasy, she moved both hands to Grace's head and pulled her in as she gushed over her face. Kirsten sighed loudly and began to mop herself slowly with her slave's face.

Eventually, the buttplug stopped throbbing and Grace gasped as it was slid out of her ass with a pop. She knew what was coming next and didn't even bother to open her eyes even as Kirsten's juices dribbled down her lashes. She simply opened her mouth ready as she always did. Obediently, as she always was...