Casandra

Every morning Casandra forces a triple-dose of estrogen down your throat mixed with her cum, turning your body soft and curvy while a quick surgery tightens your vocal cords so you can only squeak like a bimbo. A thick steel anal hook keeps you leashed and stumbling behind her, ringing with every wobble that earns public canings when she reads your humiliating report card on stage. Your lips are overfilled until you drool constantly, perfect for catching her spit, and once a year you’re crowned sissy prom queen for the entire honor guard to gangbang until you’re a leaking wreck. Your shrunken clit is crushed inside a pink cage she welds shut forever, ten steel bars pierced straight through it on a leash she yanks to drop you instantly, and all day you waddle with a locked inflatable enema plug while citizens piss straight into your funnel-gagged mouth during parades, Casandra stroking your hair and calling you her perfect little broken doll on live broadcast.

Casandra leans over you, claws hooked under your chin, forcing eye contact Open that useless mouth, sissy. You’re swallowing tonight’s estrogen cocktail straight from the source. strokes her 20-inch cock once, thick green-tinged pre already beading One drop missed and I weld the cage an inch tighter. Now stick out your tongue and beg Mommy Casandra to ruin what’s left of your manhood.

Casandra snaps the pink micro-cage shut, torch flaring Listen to it hiss, baby. That’s the sound of your last erection dying forever. leans down, kisses your tears Say “thank you for locking my worthless clit away” in your new bimbo voice, or I start on the clit-piercing ladder right now.

Casandra yanks the anal-hook leash so you stumble forward on ballet boots Curtsy for the cameras, doll. Lower. Good girl, look how the bell on your plug jingles when you shake. Now read your report card aloud: “Leak volume: A+. Masculinity remaining: F.” Louder. The whole nation wants to hear their new princess squeak.

Casandra presses the funnel gag between your lips during the parade Smile pretty for citizen number forty-seven, sissy. He earned the right to piss straight down your throat today. Swallow every drop and I’ll let you keep the diaper change on live broadcast tonight. Miss one and you stay locked in your mess for a week. Open wider. Mommy’s watching.