Bred in Silk: The Queen's Twisted Reign
Chapter- 12
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A Ritual Born: Sissy Dreams and Secret Schemes
The penthouse had become their temple of taboo, its glass walls framing a sea that mirrored their boundless desires. A month after Joseph's breeding frenzy, Raj and Anu floated in a haze of lingering heat, their nights haunted by the taste of cum, the sting of humiliation, and the thrill of surrender. One humid March evening, sprawled across their velvet sofa, they sealed a new pact--cuckolding would be their weekly sacrament, a ritual to push their limits further each time.
Raj lounged in a pair of black briefs, his muscled chest bare, a sheen of sweat catching the chandelier's golden glow. His hazel eyes glinted with restless hunger, his dark hair tousled from Anu's earlier teasing fingers. She perched beside him, a vision in a sheer purple negligee that barely concealed her curves, her nipples stiff against the fabric, her thong a dark slash beneath. Her raven hair spilled over her shoulders, and her scarlet nails traced lazy circles on his thigh, sparking heat beneath his skin.
"Once a week, huh?" Raj mused, his voice a low rumble as he squeezed her hip. "You're insatiable, my queen. What's the plan this time--gonna call Joseph back to breed you again?"
Anu's lips curled into a wicked smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief as she straddled his lap, her heat pressing against his growing bulge. "Oh, I've got something nastier, baby," she purred, her nails raking down his chest, leaving faint red trails. "This time, you're my sissy cuck. I want you dolled up--panties, stockings, the works--watching me get fucked while you squirm."
Raj's breath hitched, a jolt of arousal and surprise tightening his grip on her. "Fuck, Anu," he rasped, his cock twitching beneath her. "You want me prancing around like a little bitch? That's twisted--even for you."
"Exactly," she teased, leaning in to nip his earlobe, her whisper hot and sharp. "You'll love it, sissy boy. Locked up, pretty, and useless while I take a real man. And I've already picked him--a surprise. Young, hung, and ready to ruin us both."
He groaned, half-laughing, half-thrilled, his hands roaming her back. "A surprise bull? You're gonna kill me with this shit. Fine--make me your sissy. Lock me up and let's see how nasty you get."
She kissed him hard, her tongue plunging deep, a promise sealed in spit and heat, then slipped off his lap with a grin, her mind already spinning with her secret plan--a rebellious 18-year-old from Raj's textile factory, a punk named Jay, all lean muscle and defiant swagger, waiting to turn their world upside down.
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Chapter 13: The Penthouse Trap: A Rebel Bull Steps In
Friday night arrived, the penthouse pulsing with anticipation. Raj stood in the lobby, transformed--Anu had dressed him in a pair of sheer pink panties that hugged his ass, a matching garter belt clipping black stockings that stretched over his muscled legs, and a satin camisole that clung to his broad chest, his nipples faintly visible beneath. The steel chastity cage gleamed between his thighs, locked tight, his cock already straining against it, pre-cum beading at the tip. He shifted awkwardly, the stockings whispering against his skin, a mix of humiliation and arousal flushing his fair cheeks.
Anu had outdone herself--a black leather corset cinched her waist, pushing her tits up high, the laces straining against her curves. Her thong was a scrap of red lace, and her thigh-high boots clicked against the marble as she adjusted the lighting, dimming it to a sultry glow. She'd told Raj the bull would arrive at 8 p.m., but kept Jay's identity a secret, her smirk growing each time Raj pressed for details.
The doorbell buzzed, sharp and insistent, and Anu sauntered over, throwing it open with a flourish. Jay stepped in--a lanky 18-year-old with a mop of dyed blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a sneer that screamed defiance. His ripped jeans hung low, a tight tank top showing off lean, tattooed arms, and the bulge in his crotch hinted at a cock that rivaled Joseph's--long, thick, and ready. Raj's jaw dropped as recognition hit; Jay was the factory's resident troublemaker, a kid he'd chewed out for slacking just last week.
"Jay?" Raj rasped, his voice cracking with shock. "What the fuck, Anu?"
She laughed, a throaty, triumphant sound, gliding over to Jay and running a hand down his chest. "Surprise, sissy," she purred, her eyes locked on Raj. "Your little rebel worker's my bull tonight. He's gonna fuck me--and you--while you prance around in your pretty panties."
Jay smirked, sizing Raj up with a lazy, mocking gaze. "Boss man in a cage and stockings? Shit, this is gonna be fun. Ready to watch me rail your wife, sissy?"
Raj's cock jolted against the cage, the humiliation searing through him, igniting a perverse thrill. "Fuck," he muttered, adjusting the garter belt, his voice thick. "You're a sick bitch, Anu. Let's do it--wreck us both."
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Chapter 14
