As Olivia cleaned herself with the towel, Quinn moved to the door, his hand resting on the knob.

"Go take a shower, you dirty little slut whore. Then get your ass back here. I have more uses for it."

Olivia nodded and scurried away, embarrassed yet aroused. She had crossed a line, but couldn't forget the thrill. She often snuck into her sister's room to wear her lingerie and play with herself but had never been discovered, Now, Quinn had found her in Mrs. Costello's clothes, and she didn't know how it might end.

She stepped into the shower, covering her soft, feminine curves with the scented body wash, and sighed. She winced as the water hit her ass, sore from Quinn's hard spanking. Her hands trembled and her thoughts raced, wondering what Quinn had planned for her. When he tell her sister? Would he tell Mrs. Costello? The anticipation was unbearable, but she felt a familiar stirring between her legs as she thought about what he had called her – a slut, a whore, a cocksucker. It was degrading, but also incredibly hot. She had always been submissive, but the idea of being used by such a dominant, muscular man was a new thought that thrilled her.

As the water rinsed the soap away, she felt her arousal build, and her hand slipped down to her cock. She stopped herself, knowing she might not be able to control her own pleasure. If she masturbated. Quinn would know, and he would be angry. She did not want to make him punish her again.

She dried herself with the plush towel. The sting and the red marks were a reminder of her submission. She wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the bathroom, her feet bare on the tiles. She heard movement in the bedroom, and her heart pounded in her chest.

She gasped when she found Quinn lying on his back on the bed, naked, his muscular physique showing off his hard cock, which he lazily rubbed with his hand. His broad, hairy chest and powerful arms flexed as he moved, making her feel like a tiny, helpless nymph. He ordered her to drop the towel, and she did, revealing her naked, trembling body to him. Her eyes remained downcast, too shy to meet his gaze.

"You little slut," Quinn said gruffly, idly stroking his balls. "You think I want to see your little boy parts? Go put something on. My wife has some slutty panties and stuff in her closet. I wanna see you in something that will prove you are a whore."

Olivia's heart raced as she hurried to the walk-in closet. She had always dressed just for herself, never for someone else, and certainly not for a man. But now she had to indulge Quinn's perverted desires, which she began to realize matched her own. Her eyes scanned over the boxes of lingerie, finding a black lace top that would cover her young, swelling boobs and matching boy panties that concealed her tiny balls and cock, which was getting hard again as she dressed.

Daringly, she picked up some black lace bracelets for her arms, thinking that they looked edgy, sexy, and submissive, a look she liked for herself. She put on her makeup with a heavy hand, outlining her lips with a bright crimson lipstick. Because Quinn had mocked her purple hair as looking too tough for a sissy boy, she looked around and found a short blonde wig with pink highlights. It was so fluffy and cute, and it made her giggle for the first time since Quinn caught her.

Carefully, she placed it on, adjusting the strands so they framed her face just right. She hardly recognized herself. The feminine reflection staring back at her was a blend of innocence and naughtiness, just the look the shy, submissive Fem Boy had hoped for.

"What the fuck is my whore doing in there?" Quinn bellowed as he approached the bathroom door. The harshness of his voice made Olivia shiver. She knew she had to hurry, so with a final glance in the mirror, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, feeling more exposed than ever.

Quinn's eyes lit up when he saw her. Perfect, he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her face down on the bed. As she fell, a silk scarf she had picked out to wear went fluttering from her hand, and Quinn snickered. This will come in handy, he thought, and he used it to secure her wrists to the headboard.

"Please don't hurt me," she moaned.

"Let's see how much of a slut you are," he said, stepping back and admiring her ass, now stuck in the air. He picked up a long white feather from the bedside table and trailed it over her shoulder, down her spine. Olivia bit her lip to keep from moaning and arched her back, pushing her small breasts out, desperate for more.

"Eager, aren't you slut?" he chuckled as he drew the feather over the curve of her ass, her balls, and her inner thighs. Leaning in closer, he whispered in her ear about all the things he planned to do to her.

For the next ten minutes -- or maybe it was an hour, Olivia could not longer tell -- Quinn silently traced the outline of her body with the feather, his fingertips following close behind, leaving a trail of fire. She could feel her cock swelling against her lace boy shorts. She closed her eyes, as the anticipation was unbearable, and she squirmed on the the bed, on her knees, stretching out to get closer to the feather, to him.

Quinn's hand moved lower, skimming over her ass cheeks before pausing at the base of her spine. He applied a little more pressure, making her gasp.

"Remember, you're my whore now," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "And whores need to be trained to take it in every hole."

He slid the feather down, teasing her balls and the crack of her ass again before pushing it gently against her sphincter. She tensed, feeling the soft tickle, and the fear in her eyes only made him grin. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, telling her he was starting her off easy, and the real fun would begin soon.

He reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a small, pink butt plug. Olivia's eyes widened at the sight, but she didn't protest. Instead, she felt a thrill -- this was the moment she had been waiting for without even knowing it. The moment she gave herself fully to him, to be used as he saw fit.

Quinn used the gel to coat his fingers, and she felt one of them press against her tight opening. She took a deep breath, trying to relax, as he began to ease inside her. She whimpered as he stretched her open, the sensation strange and overwhelming. The pressure built slowly until she felt the plug nudge at her entrance. He pushed it in, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. She could feel it stretching her, filling her, claiming her. The sensation was intense, and she moaned a little, knowing that she was his.

"Look at you," he said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Such a pretty little whore, all dressed up and ready for me to use."

He grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards him. His cock was thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself behind her, lining himself up with her tight hole. Olivia's eyes widened as she felt him pull out the plug and press himself against her anus, and she didn't want to fight the feeling that he was going to fuck her. He was going to shove his cock—wider and longer than the butt plug—into her and pound her over and over again, its full length sliding in and out and in and out while she screamed.

She cried out as she felt the massive head of his cock pop past the tight ring of muscle, and she couldn't help but scream out his name. He pushed further inside her, inch by torturous inch, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The pain was sharp, and she bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Quinn didn't stop, holding her tightly by her hips, as he pushed deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her ass. She focused on the feeling of fullness, the knowledge that she was being claimed by this powerful man.

Her body trembled as he held still for a moment, letting her adjust. When he began to move again, his strokes were slow but soon grew in speed and power. She could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him, and every thrust sent waves of pain and a small sense of pleasure through her. She arched her back, and her head fell on the pillow, and Quinn pushed her face into it to muffle her screams.

Yes, she admitted to herself, she was now a pillowbutter as well, another of the sissy names the stronger boys called her. Quinn leaned over her, his hand wrapping around her throat in a gentle, yet firm, grip.

"You're mine now, Olivia," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He began to move faster, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil that grew tighter with every stroke. He reached around, his thumb finding her cock and stroking it. The pleasure was intense, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please, make me come."

He chuckled darkly, his grip on her throat tightening. His hand moved away from her cock, reaching under to stroke her balls as he pounded her tight, sweet virgin asshole. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that made her whimper with every thrust.

Olivia's body was on fire, her senses heightened by the restraints and Quinn's dominant touch. He fucked her without mercy. She felt his cock thrusting in and out. It felt delicious and depraved, overwhelming every sense of her being. With every thrust, her body shifted, sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body growing tauter with every passing moment.

"Please," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "Let me cum."

"You better not," Quinn murmured, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. "I get to cum first. You'll cum when I say so."

He reached around again, this time sliding two fingers around her cock, which was dripping with her arousal. He stroked her easily, his lubed fingers sliding over her engorged cock, the sensation making her entire body quiver. Her cries grew louder, joining the sound of his balls slapping against her ass and his fingers sliding across her cock and balls. She could feel her climax approaching, a powerful force that she tried to hold back. He squeezed her cock tight and painfully, and she screamed.

"Don't you dare cum, you fucking bitch. Not yet."

He pulled out, ripping the scarf to free her hands, and ordered her to lie on her back like a whore.

"Who should be on top?" he growled at her.

"You should," she replied, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as she lay back and lifted her legs, exposing her lubed and burning asshole to him.

"Because I'm the man," Quinn said with a smirk, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between her legs. "And what are you?"

"A sissy. A pussy boy. A pillow biter," Olivia replied, her voice trembling with excitement. She had never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, and more turned on in her life. The way he talked to her, used her, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She watched as he lined his cock up with her gaping hole, the lube making it easier for him to enter her.

Without warning, she reached up and pulled his head down, crushing her lips to his in a passionate, hungry kiss. The taste of him, the feel of his stubble against her soft skin, it was all so new and exhilarating. He seemed surprised for a moment before his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together. It was a kiss filled with lust and power, a silent declaration of her willingness to submit to him completely.

While they kissed, Quinn pushed his cock back into her ass. Olivia gasped into his mouth. His strokes grew faster and more erratic, his passion evident in every movement. The pleasure was intense, the pain almost forgotten as she focused on the way his body connected to hers, the way his tongue claimed her mouth just as surely as his cock claimed her ass.

Their kisses grew more desperate as the orgasm she had been holding back crashed over her. She screamed into his mouth, her body writhing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Quinn's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he chased his own climax. She could feel his cock swell inside her, and she knew he was close.

Finally, he came deep inside her. She felt the heat filling her up, her anus clenching as she moaned and screamed out his name.

She held onto him a long while afterward, preventing his from pulling out by wrapping her legs around his ass and back. When he finally pulled out, she looked up at him with a mix of lust and awe, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Quinn stared down at her, his own eyes dark with desire.

"Looks like you're a natural at this," he said, his voice gruff. "But don't get any ideas. You're still my whore to fuck whenever I want."

Olivia bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, sir," she murmured, the words coming easily.