Sissy Trap Novels & Stories

Everyone leaned in, plagued by intrigue. “…a special trait has been selected.” The screen flashed brightly once more. “NEW TRAIT ACQUIRED: SEX APPEAL." The room went dead quiet. Everyone trying to suppress their laughter. He choked. “Excuse me—WHAT?” The doll’s stitched smile widened impossibly. “Trust me, it's necessary because apparently,” the system said cheerfully, “you don't know how to make a woman wet.” The room erupted into laughter, gasps, and whistles.

It comes out so softly I almost can’t hear myself say it. “Say it again, louder for me.” “Pussy.” “That’s right. And now you are going to take your hand, put it in between your legs, and rub your little pussy until you come.” “I’m not the kind of girl that does things like that.” “You’re with me now, so you’re going to be the kind of girl that does whatever the fuck I want you to. Right now, I want you to fuck yourself.”

"But I want it, too." Pinching her chin, Casey leaned to her ear and whispered, "I didn't know you were such a slut." Hearing that, Daniella trembled vigorously as blood drained from her face. "Do you want to be a bitch so badly?" Casey smiled sinisterly as his breaths encircled Daniella's ear like a venomous snake.

"It hasn't been a year since Master Anton's girlfriend died yet you're fast to seduce and take advantage of his vulnerability. Just how much scratching do you need, hmm?" Ashley tried to open her mouth intending to say something but she recalled that she was right. She once took advantage of his weakness at that time therefore she lowered her head and uttered in a low voice. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." The woman sneered. "Oh-oh! The first phrase will do but the second is rejected!" Ashley raised her head confused. She opened her mouth again but she was being interrupted. "I know your type!" She bellowed. "Whores nowadays always say the opposite words which means that you would do it ag

Sasha said to her and they both entered her room. Sasha's room is an example of a typical girl's room. Almost everything inside is pink in colour or at least has pink in it. She has lots of teddy bears and makeup scattered everywhere. They are piles of clothes scattered all over the bed and the sofa. Stacks of feminine books were on the table with some of them opened. Allison could only smile, Sasha really has a lot in common with Kylie. "Sorry about this," Sasha said shyly, referring to her room.

Hillary “Ben’s? Bentley? I thought he used you? Made a bet? Why are we going back to him? What happened to your ego?” Georgia’s words sting because she’s right. I am stupid. I thought he actually liked me, but I was just bouncing on a trap—a perfectly set snare, and I fell for it. I fell for his dirty trap, and the most humiliating part is that I liked it. I liked that I was tricked to my knees to take his orders and suck his cock. My stomach churns at the memory. I swallow hard, now is not the time to be thinking about that.

"Fine, I'll go. I want to see what tricks she's up to!" Yoel stormed off, heading back to the basement. My soul floated behind him, following his steps. Back in that dark, damp room, I shivered. Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind.

I’m done being caged. A crash echoes from the hallway, and the door flies open, revealing Lucas, somehow free, his gray eyes wild with obsession, a stolen scalpel in his hand. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he snarls, lunging toward me. Julian moves, but a second figure appears Nadya, her gun raised, her file clutched tight, a smirk on her lips. “Not if I ruin her first,” she says, firing, and I scream as Julian stumbles, blood blooming on his shirt. The camera’s red light blinks faster, broadcasting our pain, and a voice crackles through a hidden speaker Daniel’s, cold and commanding: “Finish it.” Who’s hit, who’s watching, and will my memories return in time to save us from this deadly trap?

I need Sophia to get out of here anyways. I obeyed instantly, muscle memory from years with Don Clinton kicking in. The position pushed my sore ass higher, exposing everything. The girls murmured their approval. Another short, curvy girl with dyed pink hair and tattoos covering her arms crouched in front of me. “I’m Riley,” she said, unzipping her shorts. “And you’re going to eat my pussy while they play with you.” A tear dropped from my eyes. But nobody cares. Riley grabbed my head and shoved my face between her thighs.

Then she drifted off to sleep. While cleaning up the hospital bag beside her bed, my hand brushed against something hard. I pulled it out. An opened box of XXXL condoms. I stared at the bold XXXL on the package. With that size, I'd need to turn sideways just to fit the width. I took a slow breath, pulled out my phone, and snapped three photos. On the hospital bed, Mia slept peacefully. A faint smile still rested on her lips.