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Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Oh no, no way! I finish trying to watch my muscles play under my naked skin in the mirror. Why is it bad that girls try to have sex with me?! Of course I know that it would be bad if the succeeded without my consent, or if I got any of them pregnant... But hey! hot blooded male here, I would say yes to all of the girls getting interested in me! I just understand Aunt Deville's concern. Still, taking a chastity belt, or more like a torture device is not that high in my list. And now way I am putting anything up my ass! well, it would be different if it was her doing it for some short times, but for all day? Not even for the perfect stance! I can stand just perfectly! I try to get away, but I am still kind of weak from the previous masturbation... or milking as she calls it. Being naked and smaller than her does not help either. She must be some kind of professional in this, for the chastity sheath is over my cock and balls before I can say anything more. Having her hands near my penis and seeing her lubing up the dildo makes me remember the fingering some minutes ago... and my hardening meat instantly fills its cage out. Then she is wrestling me over he armrests of a chair, and pushes it deep. My cry is partially surprise, partially pain, but it contains pleasure too. Am I a bad boy to be left trembling and on the verge of tears? She is just so intense! I am standing again and trying to walk away, hoping to get the hell out and remove the devices...
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

I get a sense that Christopher that he thinks he is going to leave...on the contrary, he is never leaving this place and certainly not from me....so I ask in quite the tone... Where do you think you are going young man? Then I try to relax him and sound very loving.... Look, your Aunty Devilla is doing her best to be your guardian. I know that I'll never replace your mother, but for what it is worth, you will have to trust me in the decisions that I make for you. I pet his hair and then look deep into his eyes... School will get your mind away from your mom and dad. You must trust me, The Lace Academy will be your salvation. And these things that I am doing, they are to help you. Then I take the tact of having him feel bad and have that need to have me in his life to help - as if I am the only person who can... Unless you don't want my help? Maybe you don't love your Aunt Devilla. Should I just let you go like that? Who will feed you? Who will put a roof over your head?
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

With my ramrod straight but naked back against the door, I shudder at her words. I could not open the entrance easily, and my aunt reached me. It really feels somewhat nice and soothing as she strokes my head, eyes filled with love. And I really love her, needing her to help me, and maybe to cope with my loss. Still, she is just too much, overwhelming, too commanding.... And I feel like sinking. That my cock throb in the chastity device and the dildo up my backside is something I just can't dismiss. Help me... I whine, lightly trembling. I was never that big of a jock, nor would I call myself a girls magnet. I can't even say that I was intelligent enough to be called a nerd, but being small average was a safe place in my previous school... and life. I have a sinking feeling that this will no longer apply.
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

You will be fine. I will help you. I will make you pretty. As pretty as any other girl in the school. In fact, after I'm done with you, in time, you will be the prettiest girl in school. Now, lets get your hair in order. Come follow Auntie Devilla to a special place here in my home. I have Christopher follow me down to the first floor of my palatial house...then down to a lower level...we go down a hallway and I take out some keys and open a door with glass on it that says, Beauty Parlor. Inside it looks exactly like that... Come in my dear, we've got a lot of work to do on you to get you ready.
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Can't I at least get a robe? I whine, eyes on the floor. Its comfortable being uncomfortable, like I was finally punished for my parent's death... or at least made to suffer, somehow taking on some of their suffering. But all the while being safe, under the loving care of a relative, and with my parents looking down from heaven... Or at least my mother. Shuffling along I feel every step, every move, as the plastic grips and fills my body. It is a really spectacular feeling, all that slickness in my ass, but still had to walk ramrod straight. It takes me time to reach our destination, and only when I am pushed lightly down into sitting, did I realize that I started to get accustomed to my new devices. Hissing I try to get more comfortable, and look at what my Aunt was doing with dread. Really? It is necessary? I am not a girl who gets off on it! I say, and instantly know that it was too vulgar, or at least hurt her in some way, because she freezes for a moment. I gulp, and look down. Sorry. But it is the truth!
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

I get a little angry with Chris.... Now stop your protests, understand! ....then I smile and act pleasant again... You are doing a wonderful job walking and I'm sure you are enjoying that plug inside of you. I tap his caged dick as we stand in the parlor before sitting Christopher down.... You must be enjoying a lot of what Auntie Devilla is doing to you. Well that is only good. I suspect you are going to make the perfect young lady. Now, remember, for now all things are cosmetic as in reversible, so we can bring you back to being a young man, at any point in time. So no worries. Now in the chair, I think about Chris and know that he will no longer be a man...I have my plan in place just like I've done many times before...but this time it is even more special because he's family...and family gets treated the best....oh the things that I will do to him...he will be my best creation yet....he will have the largest bosom, he will have the blondest hair, and he will be very much a bimbo....now what I will do with him, hmmm, well I will figure that along the way...I can't imagine selling him to one of the slave trade markets, after all, he's family...no, no, no for heaven's sake, no Chris could make a wonderful escort though...that's a possibility or I could have him become an adult porn star as I do have those connections out in L.A.....well no matter, I will find something for him to do, even if that means making him a maid in my house... Now where was I, oh yes, let's get him made up.... In the chair he goes and I go through the labor intensive process of adding very long extensions to his hair.... The attaching, the weaving in...lots of work, but I do love to feminize boys...love it....after I weave it all together I have Christopher take a look at his new hair... So my dear Christopher - Hmm, Christopher, that doesn't sound to feminine does it? You are looking very femmy with your long hair. Maybe Chrissy or Christina. Does my new nephew, oh I mean niece have a favorite?
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Her words and movements are soothing. I almost fell asleep in the chair, if only wearing the previous additions was not that uncomfortable. I find out the hard way what happens if I relax a little too much. I never before thought that I would get happy being treated like a girl. But I do get happy, even if my cock strain against its cage. I just know that I love my Aunt, and that she takes her time to be with me, even if she likes playing dress up too much. It is a new, pleasant feeling to be cared for. Not that my parents did not cared for me, but in the last years they was away too much. Being a teenager they possibly thought that I needed the distance. It's really lucky that I was a mild mannered and nerdy boy instead of a party girl... Really, how much time she takes to do my hair? It feels like hours, and I can't even sit comfortable any more. Chrissy. I reply looking at my new long hair in the mirror, holding it up, playing with the natural looking stresses. But if you need to write it down, go with Christina, easier to do my signature. Now, can I get these out and off? It's really uncomfortable! I whine a little, squirming and standing up witch is not easy with the plastic parts. But at least I do not feel naked with my penis covered.
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Chrissy it is, Devilla states with an evil smile... Chrissy's whining is taking its toll with me, though and it might just ruin the moment for a woman who just loves to feminize men, especially in this case, my nephew.... No you may not take out your anal plug and no, you may not have your chastity device off. Now Chrissy, I am having about all I want to have of this. I am doing something good for you and you repay me with whines and complaints. Besides, this is not who a fine young lady acts. If you keep this up, you'll force me to actually reprimand you. And trust me that the plug and chastity device is nothing compared to other things I could do to you. I point to the chair.... Now sit down, shut up, and only respond when spoken to understand?
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Grumbling to myself I carefully sit back down. I even pout, and cross my arms, thinking how my life changed. It is one thing to loose my friends and home by the relocating, but I just know that my Aunt Devilla would be never the same as my mother... And I could only pray that she does not have a man, for then I would be surely tagged as a faggot by him. My father's lost brother surely let his drunkenness loose his tongue. I am really lucky that he went away soldiering, or I could have been put into a military school already. Yes, Auntie! still, I pout, it is not that easy to be a good girl when you are a boy, with a slickened dildo in his ass. I am not even sure that any girls would be happy with it either...
Thread: Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

That's much better. Now, I take out all the tools I need to make up Chrissy's face....everything from eyeliner to blush and from lipstick to lip gloss and from eye shadow to a lip pencil....the color palette comes out and I initiate a total transformation to make him look like a her.... Now Auntie Devilla is going to go to work on you. Make up your face. After I'm done darling, you won't recognize the old Christopher. Watch video.... After its done I tell Chrissy to get a good look at herself and tell me what she thinks.....then I go to the next step of her metamorphosis... I go to grab the breast forms that Chrissy will wear....I remembered that when I measured her, she was a 36 around her chest so I first picked up and looked at a 36C, but then then the 36DD called out to me and I grabbed it and decided that Chrissy should be a buxom young woman...it will be better that way....it was smart of me to find that Chinese company that makes these experimental ones...little does Chrissy know that after about a week they turn into real breasts and permanently attach themselves to one's body....amazing I say to myself...so I grab them and say to Chrissy... Oh Chrissy, look at what Auntie Devilla has for her girl next.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Weldrich was a large enough kingdom than it's four corners were markedly different from one another, and even though in the north it was just starting to feel like spring, here near the souther border, it was in full bloom. Birds were singing loudly, a chorus of creatures seeking mates and claiming territory, and does traveled cautiously with young fawns. The world was alive and happy, a peaceful scene for anyone, but not for the huntress that was stalking slowly through the underbrush in search of her prey. Varena had had to shed a lot of her layers to not feel like she was roasting her armor this far south, but she was still well-protected, and well-armed. She hated coming down here this time of year, or anytime after it, having grown up in the northeast, near the border with Oberfell, but also only a stone's throw from the edge of the badlands. It was cooler there, that was what she was used to, not this oppressive heat and humidity. So close to Ruavia though, this area was a hot spot for Hunters, beasts from the jungle often came north looking for easy prey, humans and their livestock were kittens compared to the creatures that roamed that hell-kissed place. Usually she avoided taking jobs down here unless the pay was good, but well, for this job the pay was good. She only wished she knew more about what she was after. The townsfolk hadn't been able to get a very good look at the beast, they knew it was reptilian, and that it had been killing livestock in the area for weeks. It wasn't until it ate two people that they finally sent word to the Hunter's Guild. Typical. These fools had hoped that the beast would move on, or maybe that the problem just wouldn't get worse, and that they might just save some money not having to hire a Hunter, and now two people were dead. People never ceased to make Varena wonder why she bothered at all. Then she remembered it was because they paid her to. Anything not to end up a farmer like the rest of her family, and to be able to live in comfort when finally did get the time to relax in Aramoor, Weldrich's capital and currently where she officially resided. So now here she was to clean up the mess, following a rather large set of foot prints. They were definitely reptilian, but that begged the question of what it was, not a dragon, they flew more than they walked, and if it was a dragon then it was young, as these prints were large but not that large. Then what was it? There was no telling with it having come from Ruathia. New beasts emerged from there all the time. The Huntress mulled this over as she walked carefully, one hand holding her sword back and out of the way of her legs as she had to high step through the brush, the other pushing low hanging branches out of her way. The sun was starting descend, but there was still plenty of light coming down through the canopy over head, illuminating a woman in her mid-twenties, her dark brown hair pulled back in a pony tail and pale blue eyes searching her surroundings alertly. She moved much like a predator, slow and precise, but with confidence and purpose.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena could only think of a couple other creatures that fit the bill so far, this large and reptilian, and honestly none of them were ones she particularly wanted to fight, but she would. She'd been a member of the Hunter's Guild for nearly seven years, a veteran by their standards. Making it past the three year mark made you no longer fresh meat, the five year mark and you were a veteran. Most people who joined the Guild either died or were forced to retire before that three year mark, or they got scared and quit. It was a tough job, with a high fatality rate, and even if you made it out alive, you were more than likely to be missing at least one limb. That was why they were able to charge so much though, you had to pay good to have people come out and risk their lives for you. Some griped that the knights of the realm should take care of this problem, and sometimes they did, but by this point, the laws of Weldrich were entirely in the favor of the guilds, not just the Hunters' Guild but all guilds, the crown couldn't impede on their business by very much before the guilds began to be entitled to payments to make up for the money they lost for their members. This system might have been easily corrupted by the Guild Masters, but thankfully there was also checks and balances in place to keep that from happening. So the people just had to deal with paying to get rid of some bothersome beast. Varena jumped at a voice behind her suddenly, drawing her sword and whirling on the spot, ready to attack, but when she saw who it was, the Huntress sneered and put her sword away, You. She turned and kept walking, listening to him as he gave his own opinion on what this creature was, she had learned a long time ago not to listen to anything Rordan said though. Then go search lakes and caves and leave me alone Rordan, she growled at him over her shoulder, Or better yet, go back to Aramoor, this is my contract. She kept her own opinion to herself, it wasn't an amphibian, or at least that wasn't a belly being dragged along the ground between it's feet, if it were, it would be a more sinuous pattern, but it was straight. So Varena guessed it was dragging it's tail, not that she planned on telling him any of that. He probably already knew and was just trying to throw her off. Last edited Jun 11, 2024
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Rordan enjoyed Varena's reaction, of course that didn't stop him from pointing his bow at her as she had so quickly drawn her sword to him. He didn't pull the arrow of course but Rordan was pretty sure he could beat her to the strike if it was needed. The sneer he got from her was priceless, the same that any other hunter gave him once he made his presence known. This wasn't the first time the man would take it upon himself to supersede a Hunter. Most of the time it resulted in a cleaner hunt or saving a some more lives. Of course heaven forbid Rordan to take all of the reward afterwards. Why send someone else to try and complete the job when the guild could just send Rordan for a guaranteed success? Sure, over the years he let the new members deal with small jobs. But things like this? It was beyond him. And no matter how often he was told the Hunter's Guild wasn't a one man show, it wouldn't stop him from going. If anything Varena was stubborn.. But a quick learner. It had been a good five or six years since the last time the two were on the field together. Which was funny in that Rordan appeared, gave her some false information and stole the kill from her before. It didn't seem like she was going to make the same mistake twice. His little pitch about the creature being amphibian thrown out the second it was tossed to her. She wasn't the only one Rordan tried to trick. Anyone and everyone that got in his way he found someway to step over them or mislead them. Even off the battlefield you would have better luck finding a pig with wings then anyone who could call themselves Rordan's friend. But that was how he liked things to be. Believe or not I am here to keep you from making a mistake. The man said, by instinct or years of training and practice the man subconsciously stepped in Varena's tracks. If you could call them tracks, the woman knew how to soft step, almost like an elf. It would take more then a trained eye to see her tracks. This isn't your field. I know you prefer the north, how long do you think you can track? Hunt? It only gets hotter the longer you stay out here. Rordan explained, doing his best to discourage Varena from continuing on. No one's going to think less of you, i'm sure everyone has lost contracts to me back at the guild.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Oh there was the fire of a Hunter. The way Varena turned and practically ordered him to shut up. It truly was rare to find a woman that spoke like a man, let alone fought like one. Yet here Varena was, ready to take on whatever was lurking in these woods. There was so merit in that, but then again this line of work wasn't about merit. It was about hunting, exterminating, collecting a pay check. Rordan had more to say but didn't, turning to see the on coming beast he would jump back as Varena rolled to the side. The Hydra forcing it's way between the two. You can say that again! Rordan shouted back. Any jokes, threats, or words of caution were quickly thrown out the window now that the prey had shown itself. In the midst of a fight Rordan knew how to focus. The man letting loose his arrow to keep the Hyrda's attention on himself. Even if he talked like Varena wasn't suited for this contract, the woman definitely had gotten a name for herself. Not to rag on her for being a woman but when a woman could go toe to toe with an ogre... You tended to put them a little higher on the totem pole in terms of skill. So what is the first thing you do to take down a Hydra!? The man would ask her, like this was some sort of training exercise for a new recruit. Of course he was sure to dodge and jump back as the Hydra charged for him, several of it's mighty heads coming down to try and bite at the man. They would be met with an arrow to the eye, causing the heads to roar out in pain but continue their assault.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

There were many Hunters in the Guild who lived it up as honored heroes, depending on the beast and the town, sometimes you could practically be a living god if the circumstances came together right. There were a few places where Varena was considered a hero, though she wasn't charismatic enough to be worshiped like some of the Hunters managed to be in some towns. But those sort never lasted long, they let the glory get to their head, started to act like they really were living gods, rather than mortals who worked in a very dangerous profession. The woman kept her eye on the prize and her head down though, it seemed to work out pretty well so far. Of course, right now the prize was staying alive, not the gold necessarily. Hydras were no joke, she'd never fought one herself, they rarely left the mountains or the jungle, and were difficult to kill. She was relatively confident in her abilities though, she thought on her feet, learned quickly, and trusted her instincts. Really though, she was lucky that Rordan had decided to tag along, killing a Hydra alone was nearly impossible, it took two people to perform the strategy necessary to keep a Hydra from becoming something of a walking force of nature. However, she still felt annoyed when he asked her what she knew about killing a Hydra like she was some sort of rookie in a training exercise. Now wasn't the time for bickering though, so she kept her irritation in check. Cut of the heads, cauterize the stumps before they can regrow with an extra to boot! She told him, rushing forward as the beast attack Rordan and slashing at one of it's stumpy back legs to distract it before dancing back and away from it, out of it's reach and moving in an arch, trying to make it difficult for the beast to rush her properly. Only thing is, I don't have any fire handy! How about you? They needed something that would char the Hydra's flesh to keep it from just doubling it's heads, once they got it down to one head, then they could kill it.