Vanessa struggled to make her way to the office. She could still taste the stranger's semen on her tongue, and the ghost of the stalker's touch on her aching cock. When she reached her desk, her pantyhose was soaked through, her blouse clinging to her sweaty skin. She sat down heavily, spreading her legs wide beneath the desk as her fingers slid under her skirt, gently brushing her tucked nylon mound. She needed relief so badly that her sissy wand pulsed longingly. However, the stalker's command echoed in her mind: "Don't you dare cum until I say so..." as if he were sitting right next to her.
As the day dragged on, Vanessa's misery continued. Every time she shifted in her seat, the friction of her pantyhose against her sensitive semi-turgid flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, with the sticky residue of the stranger's cum a constant reminder of her humiliation.
With the sun setting and long shadows across the office, Vanessa was packing her belongings when her phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was from an unknown number, but she knew exactly who it was from. "Meet me in the alley behind the building in 10 minutes," Vanessa's heart raced as she read the stalker's message. "Come alone, just the way I left you, slut." Vanessa's stomach churned with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she shouldn't go, but something inside her craved the twisted pleasure only they could provide. With trembling hands, she locked up her desk and made her way to the back alley, her mind filled with dark and forbidden thoughts.
Vanessa stepped into the dimly lit alley, her heels clicking on the pavement. The air was cool and damp, the smell of garbage and urine filling her nostrils. She could hear the hum of traffic, but the alley was deserted. She stood nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She jumped as a hand suddenly grabbed her arm from behind. She turned to see the stalker, his eyes gleaming with a wicked smile. "Right on time," he said, his grip tightening. "You can't resist us, can you? You filthy little slut!" Vanessa swallowed hard, her body already responding to his presence and derogatory remarks. Not a moment too soon, the stranger emerged from the shadows.
The stalker reached out, his fingers trailing along her jawline. "You love this, don't you?" He grabbed Vanessa's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Being used like a cheap whore in a filthy alley." He snarled, his eyes flashing with raging lust. Vanessa shook her head frantically, her heart racing with fearful arousal.
Gripping her roughly, both men dragged Vanessa with their hands, pushing her up against the alley wall, her face pressing into the cold brick. The stranger unbuckled his belt, the leather slipping through the loops with a hiss. Vanessa's eyes widened as she heard the sound, her body trembling with aroused trepidation, as the stranger wrapped the belt around Vanessa's wrists, binding them tightly behind her back. He pulled the leather taut, forcing her chest to arch forward.
The stalker's pressed himself against hers. "I think it's time for your punishment," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup her trapped erection. "You touched yourself without permission."
Vanessa whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean to..."
The stalker silenced her with a savage kiss. "Shut up," he growled, his hand tightening around her throbbing cock. "You know the rules. No excuses."
He turned to the stranger, nodding towards Vanessa's pantyhose legs. "Hold her open," he commanded. The stranger grinned, dropping to his knees and grabbing Vanessa's thighs. He spread her legs wide, exposing her soaked pantyhose and the bulge of her trapped erection. The stalker reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, then pressed them against Vanessa's nylon-covered mound. Vanessa moaned as he began to rub, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Ughh... please..." she begged.
The stalker ignored her pleas, his fingers moving faster and harder. Vanessa's hips bucked wildly, her body aching for release. The stranger held her legs firmly, his grip digging into her flesh. Vanessa could feel the orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Just as she was about to explode, the stalker suddenly pulled his hand away. Vanessa groaned out in frustration, her body shaking with unfulfilled need.
"Not yet," the stalker said, his voice cold and cruel. "You don't get to cum so easily."
The stalker's hand remained wrapped around Vanessa's throbbing erection in a vice-like grip. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with sadistic glee. "This is the price to pay for being disobedient," he said in a low and menacing tone. The stranger nodded, his hands still gripping Vanessa's thighs as the stalker began to move his hand slowly and teasingly along Vanessa's shaft. His touch was light, barely there, driving her to the brink of insanity. Vanessa whimpered, her hips jerking forward desperately, while her body trembling with need.
Both men took turns harassing their sissy doll, their hands alternating between teasing caresses and brutal squeezes. They brought her to the edge of orgasm again and again, only to deny her release at the last moment. Vanessa was covered in a sheen of sweat and her hair was dishevelled. She was a pathetic wreck of a woman, while they revelled in her anguish. "Look at you," the stalker sneered, his hand wrapped around her aching cock. "Begging like a bitch in heat."
The stranger leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "And we're just getting started." Vanessa whimpered, her voice hoarse from all that groaning. She was exhausted, her body pushed to its limits.
The stalker's grip tightened around Vanessa's throbbing erection, his eyes boring into hers. "Beg me! Beg me not to let you cum," he demanded coldly and commandingly. "Beg me to deny you the release you so desperately crave."
Vanessa hesitated, her pride warring with her overwhelming need. But the stranger chose that moment to lean in, his fingers teasing her nylon-trapped gurly balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Vanessa gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, but the stalker's grip tightened, cutting off that rising urge once again.
"Please..." Vanessa whimpered, her voice barely audible.
The stalker smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of her trapped cock, smearing the pre-cum that had leaked out. "Please what, slut?" The stranger's hand replaced the stalker's around Vanessa's throbbing erection. He began to stroke her slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just beneath the head.
Vanessa moaned, her hips bucking into his touch. Her breath hitched as she felt the stalker's thumb brushed over her uncircumcised cockhead, peeking out from between her nylon-clad cheeks. She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by sensation. "Please...," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please... please don't let me cum... I beg you... keep me on the edge. Deny me, please..."
"Good girl," the stalker praised mockingly. "You're learning your place." The stranger's hand moved faster, his grip clamping firmly around Vanessa's shaft. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. The stalker's thumb continued to tease her sensitive flesh, rubbing circles around her pantyhose-covered tip. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg for it, slut. Beg us to keep you desperate and needy."
Vanessa's mind spun, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and frustration. She was a puppet, a toy for their amusement, yet she secretly relished every second of it.
"Please..." her voice was hoarse and broken. "Please... keep edging me... Keep me on the edge. Use me, deny me."
The men exchanged a look, a wicked grin spreading across their faces. They had her right where they wanted her, begging and pleading for their mercy. The stalker's thumb pressed harder against Vanessa's pantyhose-covered tip, as the stranger's hand moved faster, gripping firmly around her throbbing shaft.
Vanessa's body convulsed, her muscles tensing as she hovered on the precipice of orgasm. Both men could feel her silken-sheathed protuberance pulsating beneath their hands, her release just out of reach. But with a final, brutal squeeze, they denied her once again. Vanessa groaned loudly, her voice echoing through the alley as her mind fractured under the weight of the denied pleasure. "Please..." she begged. "I can't take this anymore."
Without saying anything, a silent understanding passed between the stalker and the stranger. They knew she was breaking; her will shattering to resist and finally caving in.
Releasing her restraints, the men positioned Vanessa on her hands and knees, her pantyhose legs spread wide. The stalker knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. Grabbing her pantyhose waistband, the stalker yanked it down just enough to expose her bare ass and the base of her trapped erection. He spat on his hand, slicking up his throbbing length before pressing it against her virgin hole. Vanessa whimpered, her body trembling with aroused apprehension.
The stranger stepped in front of her, his hard length bobbing inches from her face. "Open your mouth, slut," he commanded, his voice cold and unyielding.
Vanessa obeyed, parting her lips as he thrust forward, burying himself deep in her throat. She gasped around the stranger's cock, her body tensing as the stalker pushed inside her, stretching her tight sphincter muscle around his thick girth. He groaned, relishing the feel of her warm, moist heat enveloping him. She moaned around the stranger's length, the dual penetration overwhelming her senses.
Grabbing Vanessa's hair, the stranger forced her to take him deeper as he began to thrust into her mouth. They set a furious pace, fucking her mercilessly from both ends. Vanessa's trapped cock ached, semi-flaccid but painfully aroused, yet imprisoned and denied within the confines of her pantyhose. Tucked behind and pressed against her perineum, the silky-smooth nylon rubbed and caressed against it with every thrust of the stalker's hips. She could feel it throbbing, desperate for stimulation, but unable to find release. It was a constant, maddening reminder of her helplessness to their twisted desires as they used her, their cocks pounding into her from both ends. Her own body betrayed her, responding to their cruel touch even as it denied her the climax she craved.
The men pumped Vanessa with brutal intensity, their hips slamming against her body. The stalker's balls slapped against her nylon mound, while the stranger's length choked her, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Vanessa felt overwhelmed, her senses flooded with pain and pleasure. She could feel the men's cocks throbbing inside her, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. They were close, their breathing ragged and uneven.
Pulling out abruptly, both men switched places. Their precum leaking from her stretched holes. The stranger knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He spat on his palm, slicking up his throbbing erection before pressing it against her well-used sissy entrance. Vanessa whimpered, her aching body sore and exhausted.
The stalker stepped in front of her, his stiff and proud manhood throbbing close to her face. "Suck it, slut!" he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.
Vanessa parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. The stranger pushed in from behind, his thick length stretching her open once again. Vanessa moaned around the stalker's length, the dual penetration sending shockwaves of indescribable exhilaration through her sandwiched body.
They began to move, fucking her with renewed vigor, their hips slapping against her ass and face in a savage rhythm. Vanessa gagged as the stalker's cum-filled balls slapped against her chin, his thick length forcing its way down her throat. She could taste the salty, bitter fluid coating her tongue, as she struggled not to retch, while the stranger pounded into her from behind, his hips crashing against her sore ass. Vanessa's well-lubed Chinese sissy cunt made wet, squelching noises with each powerful thrust, the stranger's thick erection stretching her wide. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her with wild abandon. Vanessa's trapped sissy wand throbbed painfully, leaking pre-cum onto the back of her pantyhose.
Both men kept up their spit-roast on Vanessa, their pace growing faster and more intense with every passing moment. The stalker's hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her throat raw while she struggled to breathe. Behind her, the stranger's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing heavy and ragged. He was getting close, his cock throbbing inside her stretched boipussy. A surge of humiliation and arousal filled Vanessa, knowing she would soon be pervaded with loads of their hot, sticky cum.
With a final, ferocious thrust, the stranger buried himself deep inside Vanessa's sissy cunt. He let out a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he erupted and unleashed his spunk, flooding her insides. At the same time, the stalker pulled out of her mouth, his hand gripping his throbbing length. Aiming it at her slutty face, his eyes locked on hers as he stroked furiously. Vanessa braced herself, knowing what was coming. With a culminating grunt, the stalker ejaculated, unleashing his cum and splattering a torrential load across her cheeks and forehead. He painted her face with his seed, marking her as his personal slut before shoving his cock back into her pussy-mouth.
They groaned in unison, their cocks pulsing as they pumped and fed her full of their cum. It was humiliating and degrading, yet her traitorous body responded, as her trapped phallus twitched needily. Both men remained buried inside, their hips jerking sporadically as they milked every last drop in her holes. Vanessa hung limply between them, her body used, but her mind alive with the twisted pleasures of being taken.
The stranger slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of Vanessa's cum-filled sissy cunt, careful not to spill a drop. With a wicked grin, he hauled Vanessa's pantyhose back up, trapping the stranger's cum inside her. He smoothed the nylon over her hips and thighs, ensuring that his bodily fluid was sealed tight within her. "There," he said, patting her nylon ass possessively. "You're all bred up, like a good little sissy cunt!" Vanessa whimpered, feeling the cum sloshing around with their seed trapped inside her for hours.
The men stood back, admiring their handiwork; Vanessa's face was splattered with cum, while her pantyhose was soiled and stained with their mixed bodily fluids. Her trapped erection strained yearningly against the gossamer nylon, a constant reminder of her denied release. The stalker reached out, running a finger through the cum on her cheek and bringing it to her lips. "Lick it clean, whore!" he commanded. Vanessa parted her lips reluctantly and sucked his finger clean.
The stranger chuckled, whipping out his mobile and snapping pictures of her degraded state. "Perfect," he said, showing the stalker the images. "Consider this as... an insurance."
Vanessa quivered, knowing with evidence of her humiliation, a digital trophy of their conquest, she was their fuck toy and doll to use whenever and wherever they wanted to.
