I was wandering through the forest one evening when I heard anguished cries for help. Peeking through the trees, I saw a brutish man pinning a young maiden to the ground, his hands roughly groping her. How dare he!
I decided he needed to be taught a lesson in payback and revenge, Gorgon-style. Slithering up behind him, I hissed threateningly until he turned around. As our eyes met, he froze in terror, realizing he was face to face with Medusa herself. “P-please, I beg you mercy!” he sputtered.
I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. Mercy was not in the cards for this cruel brute. “You shall have no mercy, only the revenge you deserve, you foul beast.” With a flick of my snake-hair, I sent him falling to the ground, paralyzed.
I snapped my fingers and summoned a frilly pink dress that covered his body. “Put it on,” I ordered. He had no choice but to obey. As he struggled into the dress, I cackled with glee. “You look good, sissy. It suits you. Now, let’s go have some fun, shall we?”
I forced him to march to the local tavern, the very place where he and his friends would gather to ogle and harass the bar wenches. Pushing him inside, I whispered in his ear. “Strip, sissy, and put on a show for the boys!”
Trembling, he peeled off his dress, revealing creamy skin and girly lace panties to a tavern full of shocked men. I made him prance around, shaking his plump ass and begging the men, “Please sir, use my mouth and cunt! I need your cocks so badly!”
Soon his panties were crammed with hard pricks and he was on his knees slurping and gagging, his own cock shriveled. The men hooted and hollered as he sucked, fucked himself on their rods as I watched with satisfaction.
As the night wore on, he was transformed, no longer standoffish, but a cock-hungry little sissy slut. He took it eagerly in every hole, screaming in pleasure, the other men using him like a cheap whore. I threw back my head and laughed. Revenge was sweet indeed!
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