Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

The Wayward Mermaid was an apt name for the ship that had quietly departed from the nearby city of Duskhaven the small, speedy caravel had managed to elude the prying eyes of the port authorities, carrying on board both contraband and an unsavory cast of characters that would be enough to make most anyone balk. After word of a lucrative deal had reached the dark corners of the criminal underworld, the big-time crime syndicate plaguing Duskhaven had assembled a handpicked team of the city's finest... or worst, depending on who you asked. Their destination? A remote, uninhabited island just off the coast that was perfect for all sorts of illicit goings-on. The merchant captain whose boat had been borrowed for this little venture was on the take, and had no problems looking the other way while the smugglers did their thing. The ship's crew also had another incentive besides money to make sure that things went smoothly the gang had put Maher, their most brutal enforcer, in charge of the group. There wasn't a soul in Duskhaven who wanted to cross a man with such a fearsome reputation. Amidst the cut-throat rogues and hardened criminals, however, one person stood out... The figure of a petite, young girl could be seen on the forecastle, leaning over the side. The gentle ocean breeze sent her long, strawberry blond hair aflutter. Her big, innocent eyes sparkled with the same luster as the blue, crystal-clear waters below. Her fair, flawless skin was milky smooth, in sharp contrast to the rugged, swarthy sailors aboard. She looked so out of place that it was easy to imagine her being some kind of angel who had fallen from the sky and washed up ashore, only to be picked up by a passing ship. Thankfully, the crew didn't have to worry about that old adage about women on ships bringing bad luck that's because this pretty little thing was a boy. Standing only 5'3'' tall, his otherwise slender body was pear-shaped, with wide, womanly hips and a deliciously thick rump. The 15-year-old femboy was Maher's girl, and he was no angel. Fitted snugly around the teen's neck was a dog collar that had his name, Romi, written on it in a glittery, girly white font. The left side of the boy's head was shaved, giving him a feisty look a style that was all the rage back in Duskhaven... among whores, that is. His once-pristine body had been turned into a panoply of filth piercings and lewd tattoos made the boy's position in the gang quite clear. The way he was dressed was hardly any more age- or gender-appropriate he was wearing a tight tube top and sleeves, but the pink-tinted, rubbery material they were made of was entirely see-through... which meant that the boy's nipple rings were in plain view. Even though they were designed for big-bootied bitches like him, the cheeky black hotpants the teen was wearing left almost half of his ass exposed...! Not only that, but they were so low-rise that his underwear was peeking out! Ever since meeting Maher, boys' underwear was strictly off limits, so the little sissy had no choice but to wear humiliating lingerie like this skimpy, purple thong that seemed to want to bury itself into his crack as much as possible. The boy's adorably stumpy legs were wrapped within pink fishnet stay-ups a staple in any whore's outfit , and his tiny feet were held hostage in 6'' clear platform heels that looked better suited for swinging around stripper poles than for the dangerous journey ahead. In other words... he was useless. Romi knew that the only reason he was here is because he was Maher's cum dump. That's what he was it even said as much on his tramp stamp. It used to bother him, but after being together with the bigger male for three months, the boy had come to accept his role. Most girls that got roped into gang life had been plied with drugs, but the only thing Maher needed to feed the little sissy to get him addicted was his big, fat cock. Thankfully, the femboy cutie never had to go through withdrawal, because his man made sure to give him his daily dose of alpha male jizz. However, not everyone was pleased with a tart like Romi tagging along... Hello, cum dump, a woman's voice called to him from behind. She followed up her crude greeting by patting the boy condescendingly on the small of his back, right over his vulgar tattoo. That seemed to get the sissy's attention Romi turned around, his pretty, effeminate features flushed with embarrassment. Leave me alone, Persia. I'm working on my tan, OK? he retorted, annoyed, and turned his back to the woman in a huff. Above his tramp stamp, the girly teen's entire back was inked with beautiful, feminine hues, depicting a stylized, naked fairy. The faggoty art earned a mocking chuckle from the woman. Tall and ebony-skinned, Persia was a hitwoman working for the group, far above the boy in both rank and stature. Dressed in shiny black leather, she could be mistaken for a dominatrix. Unperturbed by the boy's hissy fit, she ran her hand up his spine smirking midway when she brushed against the fairy tattoo's tits , before reaching the nape of his neck. Without warning, she yanked the blonde sissy by the hair, bringing Romi's doll face up to hers. Ow, ow-ow ...! the boy cried out like a little bitch, unable to break free from her controlling grip. Listen up, you filthy little cockslut! she snarled at him, her dark eyes gleaming menacingly. I don't know how much Maher's ball slime you had to swallow to convince him to take you along, but I will not have you fuck things up! I won't Romi began, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise. Shut the fuck up, cunt . I don't wanna hear a single fucking peep out of you during this trip! Maher should have you plugged and gagged. The only time your holes should be open is when they're stuffed full of cock. Slut . ...Open up! Huh? the teen stared at her with a blank, idiotic expression. He'd heard this command from his boyfriend so many times though that his mouth opened of its own accord. Persia could see the sissy's tongue piercing, and she had a pretty good idea for whose benefit the boy fellatrix had gotten it. Tilting the femboy's head back, the woman brought her face level to his and much to Romi's horror spat in his open mouth, forcing the boy to accept a large glob of her saliva. Swallow it, she ordered. In her own twisted way, Persia wanted to understand how Maher felt when he made this little cum guzzler lap up his bodily fluids. She eased up on the kid after seeing his throat obeying her. With a satisfied grin, Persia praised her sissy spittoon like one would a dog after it performed a new trick for its master, Good girl. Enjoy your time in the sun. After she left, Romi slumped to his knees, his pretty face still burning with humiliation. He wanted to believe that his boyfriend would have come to his rescue had he witnessed this scene, but knowing him, he would have probably found the whole thing amusing two bitches going at it. Where was Maher, anyway? Probably still recovering from yesterday's bender... The island loomed in the distance, but there was still plenty of time to bask in the midday sun. Finding a good spot on the weather deck, Romi stripped down to his undies and lay belly down, letting the sun kiss his curves. His perfectly round, thong-clad booty in particular seemed to be loving the attention of both sunshine and male sailor alike. The pleasant slosh of the waves soon lulled the boy into a light, blissful sleep and, perhaps more importantly, into a false sense of security...