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Throughout the world, there are many women who've indulged the
thought of "What if I was a boy?" at some point in their lives. Be it out
of random curiosity, a particular fetish, or legitimate interest in going
through transitions to become one, in some shape or form it has
crossed the minds of many a lady for one reason or another.
Seraphina is no different in this regard, though her particular reason
for fantasizing about being a boy is likely far beyond that of others,
given her daydreams of being one always consist of domination and
abuse at the hands of her adoptive father-figure, who consistently
spoils her on a daily basis and confronts any that threaten her.
On top of this, she has seen with her own eyes the way he holds
power over the women in his life when behind closed doors. Though
in the open he's as tender and doting with them as he is toward her,
once his lovers are shut away there's no stopping the overwhelming
beast hiding in the depths of his heart, moments Sera has skillfully
hidden herself away to witness whenever possible.
From swooning all over him to pleading him for mercy, it's like watching
a coin flip as he corrupts them, turning his lovers from blushing damsels
to mere swine sweating and squealing under his control as they writhe
helplessly beneath his authority, reminding them that though they are
each his queen, they are also his belongings, ones of which he will take
and savor, and in turn drown them in the hell that is his lust for each.
With one of his lovers, a Lopunny by the name of Rose, being a diehard
masochist who begs the man they love to abuse her, and a Primarina by
the name of Calypso, being a hermaphrodite who writhes beneath her
"Papa" in both, pleasure and shame for being half-male, it was watching
him with these two in particular that sparked these fantasies burning in
Sera's mind.
In reality, her "Papa" never touches, nor' thinks of her sexually. He never
lays a cross hand on her, and does everything he can each day to let her
know how special she is. But in her dreams, Sera can't help but swoon
over the idea of him treating her just as badly, if not worse than the way
he does Rose when in bed, using the power and authority he shows
against his enemies on her small, frail body.
And while Calypso shows shame from being half-male, often shy and
hesitant to mate with her "Papa" as a result, Sera squirms from the
thought of being shamed instead. Knowing how he can terrify others,
she thinks of what it could be like to walk around, decorated in the
many piercings her "Papa" forced her to get.
Giving her no say in the matter, he'd insist she owed him for being
forced to raise her since her mother "dumped" her on him. He would
tell her since she wasn't born a girl, she was completely useless and
only served to burden him with her upkeep, meaning her sole purpose
was to repay him in whatever way he saw fit.
And naturally, this meant warping her body for the purpose of pleasure.
Studding the length of her tongue, he would make her undergo piercings
that served to rib its length for oral, lining her mouth with studs he could
glide across whenever she got on his nerves and decided to hammer his
manhood into the depths of her throat to silence her.
Her ears would be used to represent how caged she was by his authority,
the hair within stripped away with bars lining their length. Her face and body,
decorated to emphasize just how submissive of a male she was, would show
everyone who looked at them what kind of toy she'd become to the man she
was helpless to follow.
Useless on her own and completely incapable of supporting herself, she'd
have no choice but to endure all the changes and abuse her "Papa" put her
body through. He'd turn her into nothing more than his stress relief, with
her one positive in life being she could at least satisfy his lust, even if just
a little bit, and hopefully earn another day without his hand turned against
her, his powerful, commanding, inspiring hand...
Though others would look at her sorry state and try standing up to help,
Sera knows her "Papa" would never let anyone take his toy away, and
would thrash anyone foolish enough to stand up to him. To those who
attempted to be her white knight, they would all lie face down in the mud,
after which her "Papa" would yank her off to further ruin her body, taking
out his annoyance on her for his time wasted beating others.
With her tiny fox balls studded and excruciatingly extended by the tightness
of her modifications, their constant yanking sensation and pain was an ever
present reminder that her destiny was never to be an alpha herself, that
she'd never be anything worthwhile as a male, and would forever be bound
to the whims and desires of her "Papa" instead, the true embodiment of a
man who conquered countless women, and could bring even men to their
absolute lowest point.
To emphasize what a sissy she was, even her nipples would stay shaved,
extended by rings like an aroused slut with an exhibitionist fetish to disturb
those who watched her pass by. And as far as the inferior member between
her legs, her "Papa" made sure any hard-on she got was as painful as
possible for her.
With a ring several inches too tight, though it allowed her length to extend,
upon doing so the grip it held at her base would have her veins throb to the
point they'd feel as though bursting any second, with her knot restricted to
her shaft beneath said ring to instill beta's like her had no right to expose
such a pathetic part of her body. She'd never get to use it to breed a female
anyways, something her "Papa" made sure she knew wouldn't happen, and
affirmed no female would ever want such a weak, undersized cuck.
With even her length decorated, the ring at the tip served as an easy tool
for her "Papa" to pull and yank on whenever she got out of line, the same
as the rest of the rings on her body which were means of furthering her pain
and his authoritative satisfaction.
In the end, after seeing people time and again try to step up to her "Papa" to
help her only to wind up in the same miserable state on the ground, Sera
would come to beg others to stay away from him, and would even begin
clinging to her "Papa" when others approached to emphasize her willingness
to be with him, and even her preference after seeing how many were so
weak as she would embrace him with looks of her own lust toward the man
who'd broken her, body and mind alike.
She would wind up completely hopeless. None could save her, none would
even want her. No men could match her "Papa" and no females would ever
let themselves be attracted to, let alone breed with such a weak boy-toy.
At that point, all Sera would live for is staying on her owners good side,
riding him when told all the while finding herself growing more and more
corrupt, her shockingly tiny member hardening and showering its futile
seed everywhere as her oversized "Papa" gapes her insides.
Truly, she would become the embodiment of a beta twink, worthless to
the world with her only redeeming quality being she had a half-decent
hole her "Papa" could ravage on command. No matter how much it hurt,
no matter how rough he was, Sera would take it without complaints, her
helpless whimpers and struggles for air ignored as her owner turned her
insides into a raging inferno.
And while doing so, her tiny, worthless balls would be hammered by those
of her "Papa", their mighty size, as they slap against her own would feel
like a hammer striking a bell in her mind, each impact instilling into her
psyche that those are the balls of a real man and reminding her just how
tiny hers are in comparison, the same as the undersized, helplessly
flapping member dangling between her legs she should never have
been born with.
If only she was a girl... Maybe her "Papa" would have truly loved her...
But in the reality of being born a boy, at least he still takes care of her
needs, even if at an unimaginable, sinister price...