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Just in case anyone was wondering - I AM going through it.

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NO WAY THEY ACTUALLY FOUND ME

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Th... that new Sissy execution.... I need her

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Modern AU designs, or at least what I think they'd look like.

Left to right -

Sonny - Cullinary Arts

Leland - Sport or Film, nothing in between

Danny - I don't know enough about him yet to decide, but he seems like a smart cookie.

Maria - Photography (she's in the same class as Nubbins)

Ana - fashion

Connie - Film (same as Leland)

Julie - Visual arts.

Sissy would be studying something like music theory or botany.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 10 (Final Part)

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

After pulling away from your lips, she made her way down your body, shuffling her face between your thighs. She kissed, bit and licked down your legs, teasing you with every movement. "Sissy please…" You whined "Beg for me." Sissy demanded "What?" "Beg. Beg me to touch you. Beg for me to make you mine. I won't touch you until you do." "Please Sissy… Please make me yours." "You aint beggin hard enough~" "Please! Please!!" you screamed, tears welling in your eyes "Cry for me sunshine, sweat for me, show me you want me!" "I don't know if I can beg any harder, please!" you whined - after flashing you a quick smile, Sissy made her move.

Gentle was the last thing you would describe her as, each thrust of her fingers was faster than the last, deeper than the last, her tongue lapped desperately, suckling at whatever she could find - she'd done this before. At first she used one finger, then two, then three, she revelled in feeling you stretch out around her, enjoyed your desperate pleas, enjoyed the way your body shook like jolts of electricity had burned through you. Sissy went from massaging your deepest parts to licking and suckling at whichever hole she landed on first, she went from fingerfucking you relentlessly to teasing your clit, all suddenly without any seeming pattern - she was feral - fucking you like her life depended on it. You didn't know how many times she'd made you cum, Sissy didn't stop, she was relentless, laughing every time she felt your body shake, every time she felt you twitch.

Everything was a blur, you were overstimulated and so high you couldn't focus on anything but overstimulation - your mind was mush, it was nothing, every orgasm Sissy brought only dumbed you down more, leaving you nothing but a moaning, babbling mess lying in a puddle of your own juices. Maybe this was exactly what she wanted - to make you the perfect little girlfriend, to keep around to suit her needs, a brainless little princess just for her. A princess who never fought back, who never said no, who never stopped loving her. As your mind numbed, you began to think maybe that's what you wanted too - after all, if Sissy wants it, you should want it. You'll be perfect for her.

You'll be hers.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 9

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed down onto the bed, with Sissy standing nude in front of you. She was beautiful, radiant, the room was filled with a green haze - your mind throbbed as Sissy pulled your underwear from your legs, admiring your form as she cut the strap off your bra. "Sugar… I might just go mad if I look at you too long~" Sissy hummed, crawling onto the bed, running her fingers along your tender skin, kissing your neck softly before biting down, causing you to cry out "Let me hear those cries sugar, let me hear your song" She laughed as she bit down harder, suckling and biting almost hard enough to draw blood. It made you squirm, made you writhe and buck, your arms too weak to push her off as Sissy feasted like a wild animal. She continued to assault your body with bites, marking every inch of you, so everyone knew you were hers. Every kiss, every bite was an assault to the senses, the haze in the room bringing your mind to such an intensity you swore you would pass out if you were touched any further. Sissy's hands eventually made her way down to your breasts, squeezing, pinching, each touch dizzying, her tongue soon followed, every lick and swirl was nauseating. Your legs kicked and twitched each time Sissy made contact, it was almost enough to make you sick. You felt a knot build in your groin, your breath was heavy, your moans loud and desperate. "Sissy I…" you cried, sweat building on your forehead "Shhh, I know what it is you want sugar. But you've gotta do somethin' for me first." Sissy giggled, turning around, positioning her pussy right above your mouth. "Just do what your body tells you to." Sissy hummed, lowering herself onto your mouth. She tasted sour, her smell was overwhelming - and yet, despite how wrong it all felt, you found yourself tasting her anyway.

Every time you lapped at her you tasted her more and more, your tongue didn't know where to go, but Sissy found a way. She forced herself down, bucked harshly against the places she needed touched the most, all with a mix of ferocity and lust. As Sissy's quiet little moans became louder, she pushed herself further down on your face, suffocating you as she rode. "Just like that sunshine! Don't you DARE stop!" Sissy gasped Suddenly her act of lust became a fight for survival, as Sissy got closer and closer to her climax, your lungs grew more desperate for air - you lapped desperately at Sissy's slick mound, hoping you could bring her closer to finishing, your tongue ached, your lungs were burning, but with one final push - Sissy cried out - at first she spasm'd wildly, riding out her orgasm on your face, and then her movements slowed. After a moment of rest she dismounted from your slick-streaked face, the two of you gasped for air, taking in the sweet flowery scent of the room, inhaling the haze right into your lungs. "Mmmm, thanks sugar." Sissy giggled, cutting off your desperate breaths with a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss - you couldn't tell if she was revelling in your taste or her own. Your eyes began to roll back, your mind a total haze as Sissy took control of you. "Now. I'm gonna make you squirm."

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 8

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

"I'm a little j-jealous that YOU got such a pretty girlfriend Sissy, h-how come I don't have one yet?" the skinny man laughed "She's not her girlfriend just yet." said Drayton, he grinned as Leatherface returned, placing down plates of steaming hot food in front of everyone.

"Eat up now." Drayton smiled, you lowered your gaze to the plate, shoddily mashed potatoes, old dried out peas, and freshly made sausages were laid in front of you. "mmf." "Here, let me help you with that sweetheart." Sissy smiled, overjoyed as she cut through the tender meat, only stopping when the knife made a clinking sound. "Whoops! Must of been one of those pepper corns!" She laughed, pulling a bloody ring from the meat - Sophie's ring. "Now, say ahhhh~" Sissy hummed, pulling the gag from your mouth. You stared around the room, everyone was looking back at you expectantly, so you opened your mouth, biting down on the strange, horrible meat. "Welcome to the family."

The night went from a hearty dinner to a joyful celebration, Drayton stuck around to enjoy the music that blared from an old record player, the skinny man, who introduced himself as Nubbins, danced around wildly with Sissy. Johnny disappeared soon after dinner was finished, Nancy sat by you and spoke of her past lovers, and how she was just so excited to see Sissy find her one true love. As the night went on, Sissy would come back every few minutes, excited and full of energy, she would plant a kiss on your lips, each one intoxicating, each one bringing more and more of a fuzz to your mind, each one making you needier.

As things began to quiet, Sissy unstrapped you from the chair, she took you by the hand, pulling you away. You were dizzy, the world was spinning and Sissy was your rock. Sissy was the one reprieve from the confusion, the swirling, the howling winds and laughing voices, Sissy was stillness, Sissy was love itself. She lead you to a small field, laying beside you as the two of you stared up at the stars - the Texas night was beautiful, maybe it was the drugs, or maybe you could really see thousands more stars than there ever were.

"Y'know. I would have fought for you. If they said I couldn't keep you. I would have shredded them all. Family is everythin', but love is everythin' more. I learned a lot about love from them, I learned a lot about love when I was away from them. I met a lot of girls like you, I met some boys like you too. I danced, I kissed, I shared my body. But none of them were like you. None of them spoke to me with their eyes the way you do. You say such wonderful things to me without ever openin' those pretty lips of yours. And now you're mine. Mine forever. Mine to take with me wherever I please, do with whatever I please. I love you Y/N." "I love you too, Sissy." "I know you do. Let's lie here a little while longer, when we get home, I want to show you my love."

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 7

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

You awoke at a wooden dinner table, strapped down to a chair decorated in human bones and animal parts. You looked around desperately, the room was dim, with lamps made from what looked like human skin, and animal carcasses fashioned into strange decorum. Across from you was an impossibly old man, his skin white with wrinkles upon wrinkles, like he'd been in a mausoleum for a hundred years. The first to join you at the table was the man wearing the woman's face, he sat timidly, staring at you before looking away nervously. The next was a thin young man with a red birthmark streaked across his face, he looked dishevelled and ragged. "you must be the girl we were lookin' for! That's her, isn't it Leatherface?" He laughed to the man beside him. Johnny soon followed with Nancy behind him, he had a scowl across his face and was holding a damp cloth to his forehead, his arms were covered in bandages. The woman with him sat down beside him, whispering unheard words into his ear, his eyes never left you, he just stared, angrily - furiously.

Next at the table was the old man, he sat nervously with his hands clasped together, taking a deep sigh, not even looking at you. Last was Sissy, who wandered in with her head down and her fists clenched. She was muttering something under her breath as she sat. "Now. How's about we get this show on the road." The old man sighed "I believe we're owed an explanation for this. You not only hid this girl from us and lied to us about it, but you damn near tore Johnny to shreds in the process too. What's so important about this girl that you had to turn against your family for her?" Nancy scowled "I hid her because I knew what would happen if I didn't. Every last one of you would be clamberin' for her! Scarin' her half to death!" Sissy cried "So what, you thought you were just gonna have her all to yerself? You'd rather starve your family than share? I thought we raised you better than that! You know we're on hard times!" The old man yelled "y-yeah, what the heck Sissy?" The thin man hissed "It's not like that!" "What, you're keepin her as a pet? We can't afford to be keepin no pets round here" The old man berated "She's not my pet, she's my soulmate! I love her, don't you understand that?!" Sissy screeched, causing the room to fall silent, and all eyes to fall on you, then back to Sissy.

"Oh Sissy…" Nancy sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead, the old man looked around the room, sharing a confused look with the thin man. "What like… like as a best friend or-" The old man started "No, Drayton. Like a girlfriend." Nancy sighed "But… but they're both girls aren't they?" "Yes, but… I don't know. She must have learned this while she was up in California." "Like… you're in love the way g-grandpa and grandma were?" The skinny man stuttered "More than that. Her and I are bonded, we're soulmates, I know it. I felt it." "What a load of horseshit." Johnny muttered. "Johnny, language!" Nancy snapped "I mean… I guess there's no reason for it not to work like that. If Johnny's allowed to bring girls round here I suppose there's no reason Sissy shouldn't either. Especially since they can't spring no little ones." Drayton nervously chuckled to himself. "Grandpa, what do you think of this?" Nancy asked, earning only a strained groan in response "See? You hear that?! Grandpa believes me, he believes in true love!" Sissy yelled, leaping out of her seat. "Alright well… if you're gonna be keepin' this girl round here. She's got to be loyal to the family. We can't have her runnin' off willy nilly to go bring trouble round here y'know?" said Drayton, sharing a knowing glance with Nancy "Oh you don't gotta worry about a thing, she'll be as loyal as a dog, won't you sunshine?" Sissy asked "mmf." You responded "Will she be willin' to help keep things clean round here?" Drayton asked "mmf." "And she'll be willing to help tidy up any trouble that comes our way, won't she?" Nancy asked "mmf…" "S…Sissy, she'll play hide and seek with us right? Won't she?!" The skinny man laughed "Of course she will! She'll do anything! So you'll let me keep her?!" Sissy asked, excitement lacing her words "Hold on now, she's gotta pass the most important part of bein' a member of this family. Gettin' involved in the family business. Boy, go get dinner out of the oven." Drayton snapped, commanding the man in the skin mask to scurry off into the kitchen.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 6

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

BANG BANG BANG. You awoke suddenly, unsure if last night was only a dream, but unable to give it much thought before you were pulled from the bed. You were barely conscious enough to ask what was going on before Sissy shoved a gag in your mouth and bound your hands and feet back together. "GET OUT HERE NOW! YOU SNUCK OFF AND THOUGHT I WOULDN'T NOTICE?!" The old man's voice echoed from behind the door. "GIVE ME A GODDAMN MINUTE!!" Sissy screeched before landing a kiss on your forehead and pushing you under the bed. Another moment passed before she opened the door, you could only see the mans legs in the doorway from under the bed, followed by Sissy's as she once again left the room, however this time, the door didn't click shut behind her.

'this could be my chance' You thought to yourself, maybe not a chance to escape, but a chance to get something to eat, god you were hungry. Maybe freedom will be a bonus. You crawled out from under the bed, squirming like a worm across the wooden floor, you must have looked pathetic, but it didn't matter - you were going to get out. You crawled to the door, positioning yourself at an angle to let your feet make their way up the doorframe, with some difficulty, you twisted the knob just enough to get the door open.

It swung open to reveal a quaint hallway, animal skins and dusty photos on the walls. Taking a deep breath, you sat up, unable to get to your feet without the help of your hands, with a deep sigh you plunged yourself forwards, crawling along the floor, trying to get somewhere, anywhere. Your skin burnt as you made your way along the carpet. The more you crawled, the more you gained a rhythm, the more you gained ground, the more your confidence rose - until you heard a screech.

It was like the cry of a terrified pig, it came from behind you, and before you could turn yourself over to investigate, it had hoisted you up into the air - it was a man, he was huge, way bigger than you were, he lifted you effortlessly, his big burly arms wrapped around you as he lugged you back to Sissy's room. You screamed into the gag, the smell of meat and oil filling your nose, you kicked and screamed and struggled until you was thrown down onto the bed, hitting it with a squeak. It was then you got a view of the man, he was big, wearing a pink shirt and an apron, and his face was-

You nearly threw up at the sight of his face, it was old, wrinkly, with stitches and grey hair sprouting from its head, it was only after being forced to stare did you realise it wasn't his face at all - it was another's, an old woman's, stretched and worn as a mask. The sight terrified you, but the man posed no malice, his eyes appeared frightened, like they were reflecting your own. His hands stayed around his chest, as though he was nervous about something, he checked over his shoulder before running a finger through your hair, and then with a quiet groan, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

The man returned around twenty minutes later, he opened the door gently as though trying not to startle you, in his hand was a sandwich atop a flower-patterned plate. He shuffled inside, gently placing it next to your head as he pulled the gag from your mouth. "Thank you…" you whimpered, the man didn't respond, simply turning around and leaving the way he came. You stared at the sandwich, your stomach growled angrily, it'd been an entire day since you'd eaten, maybe more - time was beginning to feel absent. You winced at the meat sloppily packed in between the bread, although the alarm bells were going off in your head, the hunger pains were too great - you positioned yourself awkwardly to bite down, eating more like a dog than a human as you took rapid hungry bites - it was good, unlike anything you'd ever tasted before, although the bread was a little stale, the blood of the meat soaked in enough to offset it - beggars can't be choosers after all. You continued to bite and chew until there was nothing left on the plate, except for the few horrifyingly thick bones you'd almost cracked your teeth on.

Several more hours passed before you were snapped out of your dissociation by the sound of yelling, it was Johnny's voice, as well as Sissy's, one was louder than the other. BANG The door to the room swung open, revealing Johnny, still caked in dried, flaky blood, he was still gripping the knife he had gutted Sophie with. He looked furious, but tired, like he hadn't slept since you disappeared. "Well I'll be." He chuckled, you tried to squirm away but it was futile, Johnny grabbed you by the hair and threw you to the ground, the wooden floor knocking the wind right out of you. "I knew she was hiding something. What. A. Surprise." Johnny chuckled "SISSY! HELP-" you screamed before Johnny grabbed your hair, dropping the knife and throwing you down on the ground before wrapping his hands around your neck. "LOOK AT YOU! ALL WRAPPED UP NICE FOR ME, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WEARING A BOW!" Johnny laughed as he squeezed at your neck, you felt like your eyes were going to pop out, you couldn't get air in or out, and you couldn't fight back - things started to go dark, until Johnny was knocked off of you. "GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF HER!" Sissy screeched, slashing at Johnny's arm with her razor, her hair was done in a messy ponytail and she was wearing your overalls. "OW! SISSY YOU BITCH!" "SHE'S MINE YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FILTHY HANDS IN THE SAME GODDAMN ROOM AS HER!" Sissy screamed, waving her razor around wildly. Johnny looked around, shoving her against the doorway. The two exchanged wild, violent blows, Sissy trying to bite, scratch and claw just about every bit of skin she could get a hand on, and Johnny trying to throw her off him whenever she tried. You could only watch as the two fought, they seemed like they were out to kill each other, each blow becoming more violent than the last, Johnny had several bleeding scratches on his arms and neck, and Sissy had been thrown against the wall enough times to give her a nosebleed and a black eye. The two only relented when a familiar voice came echoing through the hall. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN ON IN HERE?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FOOLS DOIN?!" the old man came running, a woman in her mid-50s following behind "JOHNNY, SISSY, GET THE HELL OFF OF EACHOTHER BEFORE I HIT YOU SO HARD YOU FORGET YOUR NAMES!" The woman yelled, she pulled Johnny towards her and shoved Sissy back, angrily surveying the room before landing her mismatched eyes on you. "Look what sweet Sissy's been hiding from us." Johnny grunted, wiping blood from his mouth "Aw hell." the old man grumbled "In my own home..." The woman muttered "I… I can explain myself!" Sissy stammered, standing protectively in front of you "You better have a real good explanation for this, Sissy." the woman snarled. "Nancy, go get grandpa. I think it's time we had a family meetin." The old man sighed before turning his attention back to Sissy "and you. Not a word outta you before grandpa gets here. Bring her downstairs." he huffed before turning around, Johnny smirking as he followed behind. "It's okay. It's alright. You'll be safe sugar, I promise." Sissy whispered, leaning down to cradle you in her bruised arms. "Sissy I-" "Shhh. Shhhh. Now now, I…I know we'll be alright. I'm grandpa's favourite. He loves me. Just don't say nothin' that will get us in trouble. In fact - say a whole lot of nothin' at all, okay sweetie?" Sissy asked, you were so exhausted, you could only nod. "good girl. my good girl. Here, let me calm your nerves." Sissy spoke, pressing her lips to yours once again, this time more intoxicating than the last, poison spittle made its way down your throat, and you swallowed every last drop.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 5

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

"I… How long are you going to hide me?" you whimpered "Oh sweetie, just until I get Grandpa's approval. I'm his favourite y'know. I just need to make absolutely sure you're the one." "How... will you know for sure…?" "Oh I'll know. I feel you pullin' me towards you, like a magnet. I felt it when we first met, I feel it now. I hear your thoughts y'know. The things you think about me. They're enough to drive me crazy." Sissy laughed as she softly grabbed your hands, pulling your wrists together and tying them to the headboard via soft fabric. "Wh…What if I'm not the one?" "If you aint the one..." Sissy got real close, whispering in your ear "Then I'll fucking kill you for deceivin' me." You whimpered in response before Sissy shot you a sweet smile "But I have faith. I have faith that you were made for me. You were made to be mine." She smiled, turning around and unclipping her dress. She discarded it from her shoulders, leaving her only in her underwear. She was skinny, sweaty, but beautiful. As your eyes trailed up her bare back, Sissy pulled her hair from her bun, letting it fall down onto her shoulders. She turned back to face you, revealing her bare chest, a few scars littered her skin, each in different phases of healing. She grinned, giving a curtsy. "Do you like what you see?" She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice "I… I do. You're beautiful." you responded, finding yourself unable to resist staring. You weren't humouring her, she really was beautiful, you started to reconsider just playing along, just biding your time until she makes a slip. Maybe you really were made for her. Maybe this did happen for a reason. Sissy squealed in response to your compliment, burying her face in her hands, jumping up and down in excitement. "Oh Y/N… You are the sweetest damn thing…" She sighed, climbing atop the bed, snuggling into you, squeezing you tightly as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Her chest was soft, and warm, You could almost feel Sissy's heartbeat in sync with your own. "I'll never say never to always, I'll never say always to none. To seem is to dream a dream my love, cause one is one is one~." Sissy hummed, compelling you to sleep.

You awoke to the feeling of soft fingers trailing your body. It was dark, so dark. Your breath hitched as you felt Sissy's fingers making their way down your stomach, her fingertips were slick, trailing down under your waistband "S…Sissy?" You moaned, still mostly asleep. "Shhh. shhhh. I just want a taste. Just a taste." Sissy whispered, her head still buried in your neck. Her hand explored further, parting your thighs ever so slightly to feel what was hidden between them. Her fingers were curious, poking and prodding at your folds, each gentle poke sent shivers through your body, each touch electric, each stroke agonisingly intense. The drug circling inside of you combined with the exhaustion made Sissy's touching feel almost dreamlike. Sissy's fingers eventually found the spots that made you whimper and buck your hips, and each time she got a reaction she would exploit it further, her breath was hot on your neck, constantly finding the right places to push, until she stopped. Her fingers retracted, making their way to her lips. "I told you, I only wanted a taste." Sissy grinned, leaving you to fall back into the darkness of your mind.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 4

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

You awoke hours later to that familiar sound, the clicking of chains as you were pulled from your makeshift cell, it was dark now, the dim light of a lamp illuminated the room. "Hey there sweetie! N'aww I missed you~" Sissy hummed as she pulled you close, nuzzling up to you, rubbing her sweaty face all over your cheek. "I know you missed me too." She grinned, pulling you free and dragging you over, propping you up against the bed. "They're still lookin' for you. They're gettin' real worried, thinkin' maybe you've run off or some truck driver picked you up. They don't suspect a thing. I snuck off when they were distracted, I just couldn't bare to spend your first night here away from you. I wouldn't dare abandon you like that." She sighed, kissing you on the cheek. "God you smell sweet." she giggled, pulling you up onto the bed, the springs creaked under your weight. Sissy stopped and stared, like she was admiring an art piece. "Here. Let me make you comfortable." She smiled, pulling a razor from her pocket. Your eyes widened, terrified as Sissy approached. "MMF?!" "Don't be scared sugar. Don't be scared." she said, bringing the blade to your restraints, cutting your legs free, then turning you over to free your hands and finally pulling the gag from your mouth. The feeling of your wrists being liberated from the rope was heavenly, your bones cracked as you pulled your arms in front of you, you flexed your wrists and sighed, curling up into a ball.

You realised you felt more afraid without the restraints, somehow... the freedom made you nervous, you could do anything now, you could fight back, you could escape - you found yourself missing the hopelessness. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Sissy smiled, before her eyes spotted a red streak running down your arm - you were bleeding. Sissy gasped, grabbing your wrist, causing you to wince as she inspected it. "Oh sugar I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cut you like that! Here, let me make it better." She cried, running her tongue up your arm, lapping up the streaks of blood like a wolf licking a wound. The feeling was strange, what should have felt painful instead felt… wonderful. Sissy climbed atop you as she suckled on your wrist, stopping only to take a gasp of air before she went back for more. Finally when the bleeding stopped, Sissy leant over you, kissing you deeply once again. "Taste yourself sweetie. Taste what I taste." She moaned, the metallic tang of your own blood mixed with that familiar mind numbing liquid assaulted your taste buds. Your hands were free now, you could grab the woman's razor, fight back, slash her to death and make a run for it before you get too hazy. But no. You instead found your arms reaching towards Sissy, stroking the skin of her shoulder. It was sticky with sweat, another hand found its way to her waist, pulling her in closer. Sissy moaned with excitement, softly grinding her body against yours. Each time Sissy pressed her knee against your groin, fire shot through your veins, it felt like being struck by lightning, you felt powerful, divine, like you were being embraced by a goddess.

After a minute of grinding against you, she pulled back, wiping the bloody spittle from her lips before giggling. "I knew you were the one. I knew it. Nothin' makes me happier than knowing that you know it too. Here sweetie, let's get you ready for bed." She smiled, pulling your overalls off your body. At first you thought to protest, but the thought quickly dissipated from your mind. Your overalls were splayed out on the floor, exposing your near-naked form, something in Sissy went off at the sight, she hissed and held back her breath, as though she'd stood on a thorn. "You are so beautiful… I've never seen anythin' like you before." She sighed, pressing a hand to her blushing cheeks as she admired you. "Sissy…" you mewled, covering yourself nervously. "y-yes sugar?!" "I… How long are you going to hide me?"

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 3

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The clicking of chains awoke you from your hazy slumber, followed by dim light flooding into the closet as the doors were swung open. You looked over to see Sissy, grinning like a kid who just got a puppy for Christmas. "Hey sweetie, did you sleep well?" She cooed, you tried to respond, but all you could produce was a pathetic moan. "Oh sugar don't worry, you don't gotta talk. Our bond is deeper than words. I'm sorry I had to keep you in here, but I couldn't risk the others findin' you. You're my little secret, and I won't let them take you away from me. ESPECIALLY that Johnny. He won't even touch you." She smiled, pulling you out of the closet and onto the floor, cradling you in your bound form. The pain of all the scrapes, bruises and cuts along your arms made you wince. "Oh you poor little thing. Here, let me help you." Sissy sighed, reaching for a stack of bottles resting on a wooden bench. Still cradling you in her arms, she poured the contents of the bottle onto a brand new rag, humming to herself all the while. "Now, this'll sting a little. That bastard Johnny will get his comeuppance for doin' this to you I promise, but for now, just - relax." She sighed, landing a soft kiss on your forehead before dabbing your wounds with the rag, causing you to hiss and whine into the gag with every touch. It felt like acid was being poured into a salted wound, it burned like nothing you'd ever felt before, even the numbing properties of whatever drug Sissy had slipped you wasn't enough to quell the pain. "I whisper words, you come to me. The song I sing, for all to see. The past is gone, and now I know - inside this cell, nowhere to go~" Sissy hummed, her voice dancing its way into your head, each lyric off her tongue drawing you in, like a hypnotic spell. "Oh love, my love, look at your love~" She continued, her voice was beautiful, like a siren song. You focused on her voice, on the melody, and soon the pain melted away.

When Sissy had finished cleaning your wounds, she placed you gently against the closet, wandering back to her bench, still singing to herself. You tried to vocalise to her, to get her attention, but all that escaped your throat was a dry wheeze. You were so thirsty - the gag mixed with the powder had dried your throat out completely. Sissy turned back to face you, staring into your wide, pleading eyes. "What's wrong sugar?!" She cried, on the verge of tears as she dashed to your side, brushing her fingers across your cheek "What's wrong?! Tell me." "Mmf…" You muttered into the gag "I… I can't hear what you want!." Sissy stared, her tone dropping, becoming irritated and angry. "mmmmf…." "WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?!" Sissy cried, gritting her teeth as she grabbed at your hair, taking quick heavy breaths that were almost snarls. "Alright. This better be good." She hissed as she pulled the gag from your mouth. "Thirsty…" you whispered, your voice sore and hoarse, all moisture sapped from your mouth. Sissy stared for a moment, the anger fading away as quickly as it appeared. "Ohhh, of course!! Silly me, I was tryna read what your soul was tellin' me, but your body was tryna do the talkin'. Gosh, how could I make such a mistake. I'll get you somethin' sugar, you'll feel right as rain!" Sissy giggled, skipping back over to her alchemy table. You enjoyed your slight reprieve, being able to breathe through your mouth was a welcome feeling despite the dryness. "I got what you need, sugar." Sissy cooed, placing a few bottles down before wandering over to you, swaying her body hypnotically as she moved. She dropped down to her knees, shuffling onto your lap, inching closer and closer to your face, and trailing a finger softly across your cheek, slowly down to your lips, gently opening your mouth. With a sudden movement, Sissy pressed her mouth to yours, parting your lips with her tongue and spitting into your mouth; a strange, sour liquid made its way down your throat, Sissy's tongue collided with your own, circling around, spreading the viscous liquid. You desperately tried not to swallow, all attempts at pulling away were futile as Sissy held your head in place, every moan of protest and desperation was met with Sissy's tongue reaching further down your throat, making you gag and whine. Sissy's free hand parted ways with your cheek and made its way down your neck and into your overalls, her fingers danced their way towards your bra. She squeezed gently, the feeling foreign to you, new. What were only gentle squeezes spread jolts of hot, violent pleasure to every inch of your body, culminating in your groin. Sissy continued to squeeze, touch, prod and poke until she suddenly pulled away, leaving you staring emptily, your tongue lolling out of your lips. "As much as I'd LOVE to continue, I've got somethin' I've got to do." Sissy smiled, fitting the gag back into your mouth, and shoving you back into the closet. "Be a good girl and don't go anywhere." Sissy grinned, closing the closet doors and clicking the chain back into place. Your thoughts were hazy, in fact, you weren't thinking much at all. You just replayed the sensation of Sissy's tongue over and over again, the feeling of her hands, that hot, burning sensation in your groin. You were sweating, your hands were clasped behind your back but you longed to touch yourself, you were desperate for it, more desperate than you'd ever been, however your yearning was cut off by a mans voice from outside the door

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! THAT GIRL IS STILL MISSIN' AND YOU'RE MEANT TO BE FINDIN' HER!" the man yelled, his voice stressed, he was clearly an older man, much older than Johnny. "DON'T YELL AT ME YOU BASTARD! I'M GETTIN' TO IT! IT'S ALL JOHNNY'S FAULT THAT SHE'S LOST YOU KNOW!" Sissy's voice echoed back "YOU TWO ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME YOU KNOW THAT! IF YOUD'A JUST KILLED THE GIRL OUTRIGHT THIS WHOLE MESS WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER BY NOW! GET LOOKING!" He yelled, his voice disappearing along with Sissy's, followed by the slam of a door and the hum of an engine - they were gone.

You tugged at your restraints, the ropes burning your wrists with each pull, whatever Sissy had drugged you with seemed to amplify all feelings tenfold, the good and the bad. You thought of Sophie, you thought of home. Would you ever see your friends again? Your family? All things once so trivial were now so out of reach. Tears began to well in your eyes, you were trapped here, unable to scream for help, unable to escape. If the others found you they'd kill you, like they killed Sophie. You were scared, so scared, the only times that fear seemed to relent was when you thought of Sissy.

So you thought of her.

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 2

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for this chapter: Blood, Kidnapping, Drugging, Bondage, horror, knife stuff, implied murder.

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

Word Count: 1300+

As the sun disappeared over the horizon, the cool Texas wind wafted over the road, but it brought you no relief, instead it only brought a cold, terrifying chill that made you shiver with every breath. The sweat on your neck was now icy, the loneliness petrifying. You knew that something was wrong, you'd stopped rationalizing, stopped making excuses for Sophie's absence, now all you had was fear. Pure. Fear. The terror made you almost wish the woman was back with you, that Sissy was back with you. At least she was company. Now it was just you and the stars, or at least, you hoped it was.

A rustling in the bushes outside snapped you back into reality, the rustling was distant at first, but as you held your breath you realised - it was footsteps. Your heart skipped a beat as you listened out for them, was Sissy back? Had she finally - no. The footsteps weren't hers, they were slow, methodical and heavy - not the steps of someone barefoot. You quickly hid under the seat, terrified, your heart was beating like it had never beat before. A dark figure clad in silhouette appeared at the window, just barely glistening in the moonlight. It was him - it was Johnny. "You alright in there Y/N?" He called out, knocking at the window. You didn't respond, you just held your breath, praying he couldn't see you. "I know you're in there. It's rude to ignore someone when they're talkin' to you." He coaxed, you remained silent, hoping on the simple factor of him going away. "heh. I can see you down there y'know. Those pretty locks of yours give you away." Shit "Where's Sophie?!" You screamed, your fear growing ever stronger as you sat up, leaning against the door. "Oh so you CAN talk! Open the door. C'mon." "I… I'm not opening the door without Sophie!" "Aww. Well that's just too bad." Johnny chuckled, pulling a jingling set of keys from his pocket. The sight of the small crochet charm on the keychain sent your heart dropping to your stomach - those were Sophie's keys.

Johnny slotted the key into the lock, swinging the door open, revealing a knife clasped in his gloved hand, it shone in the silver moonlight, as did the blood covering his body. You screamed as Johnny grabbed your leg, pulling you out of the van onto the rough ground. "GET OFF OF ME!" You screamed, uselessly hitting at his legs. "AWW YOU AINT HAVIN FUN? SOPHIE HAD FUN." Johnny laughed as he pulled you up by the wrist, revealing his depraved, wide eyes. "What… what did you do to her?!" "Let me show you." He purred, teasing your skin with his knife, wiping your friends blood along your arm. A sudden resolve overcame you, you realised you would die here if you didn't fight back - you had to run. Now. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" You screamed, pulling tightly at your wrist as you grabbed the keys from the door, jabbing them into Johnny's abdomen. The split second of shock loosened his grip just enough for you to slide out, Sophie's slick blood allowed you to pull free and make a dash for the woods. You didn't dare look back, you just ran straight forward, your heart pounding, your legs feeling like lead pipes. "OH YOU'RE MAKING THIS FUN FOR ME ARE YOU?! I LIKE A GIRL WHO PUTS UP A FIGHT! I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU A HEADSTART!" Johnny laughed, his voice becoming more and more distant. He was walking after you, watching you run. This was worse than chasing you, worse than killing you outright - he was confident that you wouldn't get away. Yet you kept running, it's all you could do.

As you leapt and bounded through the woods, you hoped the dry thicket would supply you with ample cover to hide, you couldn't keep running, your eyes were full of tears, your legs were exhausted, your arms were laced in scratches from the dry branches that reached out like thorny fingers, snatching and grabbing at you to keep you still, all for the monster chasing you to devour. You ducked down under an overturned log, shuffling down into the cool dirt, it was horrible, you felt something crawl over your skin and through your hair, many something's. The feeling once would have pushed you to tears, sent you running screaming - but now it was second to the fear you felt, second to the urge of survival.

Johnny's footsteps became apparent once again, disturbingly casual as he wandered through the woods. "I'm gonna find you~" He called, only a few meters away, he looked over his shoulder, observing the broken branches you had left in your panic. "You know, the longer you spend running, the more I get to think about what I'll do with you when I find you." He hummed, his voice disappearing into the woods. You waited what felt like hours before coming out from under that log, you were sore, terrified, tired. You stumbled around, wondering what the hell to do - could you just wander down the road waiting for someone to find you? How long is it to civilisation? What if he gets back in his truck? All these worries were cut short when an icy cold razor was pressed to your throat, earning a terrified eep from your lips. "Shhh. It's okay sugar. It's me." Sissy whispered, lowering you to the ground with her. "P-please don't hurt me Sissy, please…" You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. "Shhhh. Shhh. It's okay sugar. I'm here to help you. I won't let that rotten brute lay a finger on you. You're mine. You're my prize. I saw it when I first laid eyes on you, I heard you callin' to me, silently, with your mind." Sissy ran her tongue softly over your neck, lapping up the dirt-tainted sweat. You held back a shiver, lest you risk the razor making an unwelcome gash. "Your body called for me too. I see how you sweat for me. I sweat for you too. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. And you will love me." Sissy giggled, pressing a rag covered in odd powder to your face. You protested against it, tears welling in your eyes - the concoction was sickeningly sweet, the powder got in your nose, into your airways, you tried to struggle against it, but each breath brought more powder, it made its way through your very senses right to your brain, compelling you to "Sleep."

You awoke in darkness, your head was fuzzy, you could feel a throbbing in your mind, like your heart had made its way into your skull. Yet it wasn't pain you was feeling, only numbness. Your skin felt like it was on fire, your body hot, but it was a fire almost welcoming, painful but beautiful. You whined, realising a cloth gag was fitted tight into your mouth, laced with some kind of chemical that must have been the cause of the burning numbness. You tried looking around, realising you was in a closet of sorts, sat upon a makeshift throne of old clothes. Your feet were tied together, as were your wrists, which were bound behind you. Your mind cleared slightly, the reality of being kidnapped by some crazy woman setting in - you had to escape. You moved your knees slightly, your body felt heavy, so very heavy. Mustering up your strength, you bucked against the wooden closet door, hearing a clinking on the other side. As you kicked and kicked, the wooden doors didn't relent - it was locked by some kind of chain. Whatever hope you had quickly dwindled as you laid back down in your cramped new home, surrendering to the numbness - you closed your eyes.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

Sissy's VA saying there's a part of her that just wants to be loved is always in my head.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

Mmmf

Sissy Comes Home.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

TCSM Sissy x OC

"Sweet Sugar" Part 10 (Final part)

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

After pulling away from her lips, she made her way down Josie's skin, shuffling her face between her thighs. She kissed, bit and licked down her legs, teasing Josie with every movement. "Sissy please…" "Beg for me." Sissy demanded "What?" "Beg. Beg me to touch you. Beg for me to make you mine. I won't touch you until you do." "Please Sissy… Please make me yours." "You aint beggin hard enough~" "Please! Please!!" Josie screamed, tears welling in her eyes "Cry for me sunshine, sweat for me, show me you want me!" "I don't know if I can beg any harder, please!" Josie whined, after flashing her a quick smile, Sissy made her move.

Gentle was the last thing you would describe her as, each thrust of her fingers was faster than the last, deeper than the last, her tongue lapped desperately, suckling at whatever she could find - she'd done this before. At first she used one finger, then two, then three, she enjoyed feeling her stretch out around her, enjoyed her desperate pleas, enjoyed the way her body shook like jolts of electricity had burned through her. Sissy went from massaging her deepest parts to licking and suckling at whichever hole she landed on first, she went from fingerfucking Josie relentlessly to teasing her clit, all suddenly without any seeming pattern - she was feral - fucking Josie like her life depended on it. She didn't know how many times she'd made her cum, Sissy didn't stop, she was relentless, laughing every time she felt her body shake, every time she felt her twitch.

Everything was a blur, she was overstimulated and so high she couldn't focus on anything but overstimulation - her mind was mush, it was nothing, every orgasm Sissy brought only dumbed her down more, leaving her nothing but a moaning, babbling mess lying in a puddle of her own juices. Maybe this was exactly what she wanted - to make her the perfect little girlfriend, to keep around to suit her needs, a brainless little princess just for her. A princess who never fought back, who never said no, who never stopped loving her. As her mind numbed, she began to think maybe that's what she wants too - after all, if Sissy wants it, she should want it. She'll be perfect for her.

She'll be hers.

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

TCSM Sissy x OC

"Sweet Sugar" Part 9

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The next thing Josie knew, she was being pushed down onto the bed, with Sissy standing nude in front of her. She was beautiful, radiant, the room was filled with a green haze - Josie's mind throbbed as Sissy pulled her underwear from her legs, admiring her form as she cut the strap off her bra. "Sugar… I might just go mad if I look at you too long~" Sissy hummed, crawling onto the bed, running her fingers along Josie's tender skin, kissing her neck softly before biting down, causing her to cry out "Let me hear those cries sugar, let me hear your song" She laughed as she bit down harder, suckling and biting almost hard enough to draw blood. It made her squirm, made her writhe and buck, her arms too weak to push her off as Sissy feasted like a wild animal. She continued to assault her body with bites, marking every inch of her, so everyone knew she was hers. Every kiss, every bite was an assault to the senses, the haze in the room bringing her mind to such an intensity she swore she would pass out if she was touched any further. Sissy's hands eventually made her way down to her breasts, squeezing, pinching, each touch dizzying, her tongue soon followed, every lick and swirl was nauseating. Josie's legs kicked and twitched each time Sissy made contact, it was almost enough to make her sick, she felt a knot build in her groin, her breath was heavy, her moans loud and desperate. "Sissy I…" Josie cried, sweat building on her forehead "Shhh, I know what it is you want sugar. But you've gotta do somethin' for me first." Sissy giggled, turning around, positioning her pussy right above Josie's mouth. "Just do what your body tells you to." Sissy hummed, lowering herself onto Josie's mouth. She tasted sour, her smell was overwhelming - and yet, despite how wrong it all felt, Josie found herself tasting her anyway.

Every time she lapped at her she tasted her more and more, her tongue didn't know where to go, but Sissy found a way. She forced herself down, bucked harshly against the places she needed touched the most, all with a mix of ferocity and lust. As Sissy's quiet little moans became louder, she pushed herself further down on Josie's face, suffocating her as she rode. "Just like that sunshine! Don't you DARE stop!" Sissy gasped Suddenly her act of lust became a fight for survival, as Sissy got closer and closer to her climax, Josie's lungs grew more desperate for air - she lapped desperately at Sissy's slick mound, hoping she could bring her closer to finishing, her tongue ached, her lungs were burning, but with one final push - Sissy cried out - at first she spasm'd wildly, riding out her orgasm on Josie's face, and then her movements slowed. After a moment of rest she dismounted from Josie's slick-streaked face, the two girls gasped for air, taking in the sweet flowery scent of the room, inhaling the haze right into their lungs. "Mmmm, thanks sugar." Sissy giggled, cutting off Josie's desperate breaths with a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss - Josie couldn't tell if she was revelling in Josie's taste or her own. Josie's eyes began to roll back, her mind a total haze as Sissy took control of her "Now. I'm gonna make you squirm."