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Archive name: cheerpic.txt (M+dom/F-teens, Fdom/F-teens,
nc, S&M, ws, beast, forced-inc, blkmail)
Authors name: Ninja (Anon address)
Story title : Cheerleader's Picture 

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Cheerleader's Picture (M+dom/F-teens, Fdom/F-teens, nc, 
S&M, ws, beast, forced-inc, blkmail)
by Ninja (Anon address)

***

The Smith Family, or at least father and daughter are 
the perfect victims. First the daughter is used and 
abused, then daddy's pulled in. Their problems are 
cause by their total inability to control their sexual
urges. Sounds like some politicians we know, don't it?

***


Chapter 1 - Introduction
************************


The other day (night actually), while downloading 
pictures from a.b.p.e.teen, he discovered one that had 
pictures of three girls in it. It was labeled "George 
Washington Cheerleading Squad" and the three girls were 
each lying back, completely naked, and spreading their 
pussies. 

While the girls each had nice bodies, what really aroused 
him was the impression the pictures gave. They looked 
like girls who, on a dare, had allowed themselves to be 
photographed naked. The painfully obvious amateurishness 
of the poses added to the allure. Because, while each of 
these girls thought that one or 2 boys would see them 
naked, their picture was now transmitted worldwide.

Paul had a job that was not terribly great. Not terribly 
bad either. It paid well, and left him with quite a bit 
of free time since it barely required his efforts 40 
hours a week. The day after viewing the pictures, and 
fantasizing about the girls in the pictures, Paul was 
driving into work. 

Shortly after leaving his house, Paul passed George 
Washington High School. While Paul was realistic enough 
to know that there were probably thousands of high 
schools named George Washington, in his fantasies the 
girls in the picture went to the GW (as the students 
referred to it) near his house. For the next week the 
girls in the picture remained center stage in his dreams.

But time moves on and even the most intense fantasies 
wither with age. A month later the picture had been 
replaced by other pictures more recently downloaded, 
although it remained on Paul's hard drive. And because of 
the passage of time, Paul almost missed it.

Paul went to check out a video at his local store. A new 
girl was working there and as she handed Paul his change 
he suddenly realized, she was one of the girls in the 
picture. At least he was pretty sure she was. He was so 
startled he dropped his change. After mumbling an 
apology, he raced home from the store, pulled up the 
picture, and looked.

He was sure it was her. But the nagging doubt came back - 
what were the odds of this girl being here, where he 
lived. He printed the picture out and drove back to the 
video store. Yes, it was her. He had found his fantasy 
girl.

Needless to say, she came back to center stage in Paul's 
fantasies. Over the next several weeks he became obsessed 
with her. Every day he would rent a video, usually from 
her. In the course of those weeks they became casual 
acquaintances as they would exchange small talk. Her name 
was Anne and Paul wanted her more than anything.

As an older man (Paul was all of 24 but that's ancient to 
a 17 year old), Anne showed absolutely no sexual interest 
in Paul. However, he did learn that she had no serious 
boyfriends. He also learned one evening that she had very 
strict parents, when he overheard her tell a friend that 
she was grounded for 2 weeks for swearing.

After a month Paul was desperate. He had to have Anne but 
it was also clear that she would never find him 
interesting. He wasn't ugly or uncouth. He was just too 
old to be someone she would become interested in. So, in 
desperation, Paul hatched a plan. A plan that would 
hopefully gain him Anne's body, although not her love.

In the early afternoon the video store business is 
exceedingly slow. Housewives are home waiting for their 
husbands and the working men and women are finishing up 
at work. Many days you won't see a single customer 
between 2:30 and 3:30, at least at this store.

So on Tuesday, Paul left work early. And with a clean 
color print of the picture of Anne laying back naked, 
spreading her pussy, went to the video store. As he had 
hoped, Anne was the only person in the store. He walked 
up to her, smiled, and asked her to look at the picture. 
Anne took one look, gasped, and looked at him horror 
stricken. "Where did you get this?" she asked.

"That's not important" he replied. "The important thing 
is to insure that your father never sees this." 

Anne felt a cold knot of fear grab her stomach - so bad 
that she half fell to the floor. If her father saw this, 
her life would be over. This was so far beyond the things 
she had been punished harshly for there is no telling 
what he would do. She had to insure that her father never 
saw it. Paul was getting scared looking at Anne. 

It almost looked like she might have to go to the 
hospital. To reassure her he said, "Don't worry Anne, 
you're father will never see this." She looked up at Paul 
with such a look of relief and thankfulness that he 
almost backed off from what he was going to do. Almost.

"Anne, I want you to go out with me this Friday" Paul 
said. This was the crucial moment - would Anne be willing 
to date him to keep the picture hidden from her father. 
Anne looked up at Paul stunned. 

She suddenly realized that he was offering her a trade, a 
date for silence. "Isn't there some other way?" Anne 
asked Paul, pleading with tears in her eyes. 

'God, am I that awful?' though Paul - well fuck her in 
that case. "Sure Anne, I'll just mail a copy of the 
picture to your Dad and another to the school principal." 

At that Anne did start crying sobbing, "Ooh god no, 
please no, please, please no."

"So I take it we have a date?"

Anne just mutely nodded her head up and down. 

"Where should I pick you up?"

Oh no, it couldn't be her house - her Dad would forbid 
her going out with a 24 year old man. And she couldn't 
let her friends see. "How about the Rose Tavern next to 
the mall" Anne asked.

"I'll see you there Friday night at 7:00."

With that Paul turned around and walked out. He was 
ecstatic; he had his first date with Anne. And Friday was 
only three days away. Needless to say, the next three 
nights were filled with visions of Anne fucking and 
sucking him in every way imaginable.


Chapter 2 - Friday Night
************************


Friday night and Paul was at their meeting place at 6:30. 
At 7:15 Anne had still not shown up. At 7:30 she finally 
crept in looking nervous and scared. Paul was pissed at 
this point, all worked up thinking she had shown him up.

And to compound matters, she was dressed in jeans and a 
high-necked blouse. Hell, she looked sexier some days 
working at the video store. Paul got up, grabbed her arm, 
and hustled her out of the tavern into the parking lot.

"Why the fuck are you late!?" Paul hissed.

"My Dad made me stay until we all finished dinner," Anne 
whimpered.

"And what's this fucking shit you have on?"

"It-its my clothes, its what I wear when I go out."

Paul was pissed, really pissed and lost control. He 
reached out and slapped Anne hard - once each way. He was 
lucky that no one saw him - very lucky. And suddenly 
realized that he might have just blown all of his chances 
with Anne. And that he could very well have been arrested 
if the slap was witnessed.

Anne was in shock. She had never been struck in her life 
and now, she had been hit so hard that she had almost 
been knocked down. But Anne did not have a lot of 
willpower. Her father had spent the last 17 years 
teaching Anne that she was to follow the rules laid down. 
Anne looked at Paul and was very afraid. But she didn't 
run because she didn't have the willpower to confront 
him.

Paul suddenly realized that Anne looked like a deer 
staring at a car's headlights. She was petrified and 
realized what was going to happen to her if she stayed. 
But she couldn't run. She just wasn't capable of it. Paul 
reached out a hand to caress her cheek. Anne flinched but 
didn't run. He caressed her cheek and Anne shivered in 
fear wondering if, in any second, the touch would turn 
into a slap.

Anne's mind was in a whirl. The touch on her cheek felt 
good. But she was expecting another slap at any second so 
her body was scared of it. Her mind didn't know how to 
handle equating a caress with the pain of a slap so it 
just gave up - and she shuddered with uncertainty. Paul 
reached around to the back of Anne's head and held her 
head so she was looking straight at him. He got a thrill 
out of the look of fear in her eyes. Paul's emotions were 
on a roller coaster ride too and found that look of fear 
the anchor to grab onto. He liked that look, and he was 
going to use it.

"When we're out on a date," he hissed, "I expect you to 
dress sexy." "No pants, no blouses that hide everything."

"Bu-bu-but I can't go out in a dress. My father won't 
allow it." "And I don't have any sexy dresses - I'm sorry 
but I don't."

Oh god he thought, this is just great. Well what the 
hell, he made more money than he spent. He had a 
reasonable amount in the bank. And he couldn't think of a 
better use. "Ok, ok, Anne," he said pulling her to him 
and holding her, "we'll take care of this."

Anne just let go and sobbed and shuddered in his arms. He 
was the one who had scared and hurt her. But he was the 
one now taking care of her and she needed someone to 
reassure her. So she clung to him for safety - safety 
from him.

"I'll go buy you some clothes."

This actually got Anne excited - new clothes without her 
mother vetoing her more daring choices. They turned to go 
into the mall. Paul with his arm around Anne.

At the first store they went to, Paul saw dresses he 
would like to see Anne in but she kept picking more 
conservative arrangements. Anne wanted to be more daring, 
but she didn't want to advertise slut. But if Paul was 
going to spend his money, he was going to get his money's 
worth. 

Finally after telling her no for the fifth time, Paul 
pulled Anne aside and told her that he would pick the 
clothes. When he started to protest he slapped her very 
lightly on the cheek - it looked like a love pat to the 
sales girl. And with that pat, all the fight went out of 
Anne. Paul picked a number of outfits. All of them 
exceedingly tight. All with hem lines at most, an inch 
below Anne's ass. All with necklines that showed off 
Anne's breasts. One dress was transparent everywhere. 

Paul had her wear one of the skintight dresses out of the 
store. And one outfit was basically slit up the front and 
back but the slit didn't show if the wearer wasn't moving 
- otherwise everything could be seen. He next took her to 
an underwear store. 

"That crap you have on underneath has to go too," he told 
her. He didn't even give her a chance to pick in the 
underwear store. He picked out some garter belts and 
patterned stockings. He also picked out some bras and 
underwear. All of the bras showed her nipples and all of 
the underwear has a split crotch.

Anne looked up at the pile of underthings to try on, 
started to say something, and then looking at Paul's 
face, the fight left her. It was easier to give in. She 
went to the dressing room. While she was changing into 
one outfit, Paul walked in carrying a corset (he timed it 
to walk in when she was naked).

Anne tried to cover herself in front of him. Paul pulled 
out the picture of her and asked, "If you want to cover 
yourself up, I can show this to the salesgirl so she 
knows what you look like? Or you can end this Bullshit 
and start changing."

Anne turned and tried to hide as much as possible while 
trying on the panties and bra. However, Paul made her 
stand up and turn around showing him the outfit. He 
continued for each additional outfit, having Anne stand 
up, and directing her through different poses. 

With each outfit the poses got more obscene. Until Paul 
had her leaning back, spreading her pussy lips. He then 
pulled out the picture and got her to exactly mimic her 
pose from the picture, commenting on how dirty she 
looked.

Anne felt totally beaten down and used. Paul was making 
her act like a complete slut. And yet she was a virgin. 
She had only posed for the picture because everyone made 
fun of her for being the one cheerleader to chicken out. 
And now she was showing Paul her pussy and pushing out 
her tits toward him. God she wanted to die.

Paul then had her change into a corset and it seemed too 
big - at least he said so. He then asked the sales girl 
to come in and check it. The sales girl looked at Anne a 
little strange and Anne just wanted to crawl up and die. 
She moved her hands to cover her tits and pussy.

"Put your hands down little girl," Paul said. "The corset 
seems too loose to me, do you think we should go one size 
smaller or 2?" 

The sales girl put her fingers between the corset and 
Anne's skin and said, "Depends on how tight you want it." 
Anne felt like an object on display being handled by the 
sales girl.

"Ok, we'll take all of this and the smaller corset. But 
leave this garter belt and stockings and panties for her 
to wear." The sales girl walked out and Anne changed into 
the remaining underclothes, black mesh stockings, a black 
garter belt, and black crotchless panties.

Then as she pulled the dress on Anne realized that the 
dress wouldn't reach the stocking tops. She just couldn't 
go out like this. Meanwhile Paul had picked up all of her 
other clothes and walked out to pay. Anne had no choice. 
She walked out to Paul and told him that the stockings 
weren't covered.

"I know - I like you this way."

"But I can't go out like this."

Paul didn't argue, he just grabbed her arm and walked her 
out. Needless to say, almost everyone in the mall looked 
at Anne who looked like an absolute gorgeous piece of 
jailbait. But Anne didn't see that. She had her head down 
because she was too embarrassed to look up. They must all 
think I'm a filthy tramp she thought.

They reached Paul's car and drove to a nearby nightclub. 
With Anne's looks they weren't about to card her. So they 
went in to dance. Every slow dance Paul danced with Anne 
and told her how she looked so hot, so sexy, and so 
slutty.

And with each comment Anne felt worse and worse. She 
wasn't a slut, she couldn't be. And her mind became even 
more confused because Paul held her close and danced 
slow, which had always meant a boy cared for her before. 
And he held her like he cared for her. But he kept 
telling her she was a slut.

And during the fast dances they would sit at a table in 
the back. And Paul would talk to her as though she was 
his girlfriend. Nice, caring comments and questions. Anne 
felt totally pulled apart. The hormones had been hitting 
her for several years now but she hadn't yet really 
fallen in love with anyone. 

She had discussed sex with her girlfriends but she didn't 
really understand it. She had nothing to use as a 
reference point. And here was this older man who was kind 
and caring one minute, and told her she was an absolute 
slut the next. And he was always holding her close as he 
called her a slut. The holding felt so good, but the 
words made her feel so low. And with her mind overloaded, 
Anne stopped thinking. She held Paul back while dancing. 

She listened to his words. She kissed him back. And she 
shook with shame as he whispered in her ear. "You are 
such a little slut," he told her. "Look at you here in 
your tight dress showing off your body to everyone in the 
club. No wonder you spread your pussy for those pictures. 
A slut like you has to show her pussy to everyone. Can 
you imagine all of the men in here looking at your legs, 
looking at your garters, and dreaming about throwing you 
down on the ground and fucking you? You'd like that 
wouldn't you little slut, having all of these men 
standing around your naked body jacking off and cumming 
on you."

"N-n-no - please don't say that," she sobbed. Anne buried 
her face in Paul's shoulder and sobbed quietly. She hung 
on to him because she needed to hide and pressed against 
Paul she could at least not look at the others in the 
club. She felt so cheap. She really did look like a slut 
dressed the way she was. But she wasn't a slut she kept 
telling herself, she wasn't. 

Finally it was approaching time for her curfew, She had 
to be home or she wouldn't be allowed out for two weeks. 
Paul was no dummy. When she mentioned the curfew, he took 
her out to the car. Once they were in the car he had her 
get out of her new clothes.

Before he let her dress in her old clothes, Paul insisted 
that Anne kiss him. Anne was scared. Here she was, naked 
in a car with a man who had told her she was a slut, and 
he wanted a kiss. She held back and put her arms up.

Paul reached over and pulled her to him. "Kiss me or 
you're going to have to do a lot more" he told her. She 
put her lips up and felt his tongue pushing at her mouth. 
She let her mouth open for his tongue. Jesus, she isn't 
using her tongue or putting her arms around me thought 
Paul. 

He backed off and slapped her face again. While not as 
hard as the earlier one, it did hurt. All the emotions 
were too much, Anne started sobbing. Paul lifted her head 
up and made sharp taps on her cheek while telling her 
"When I kiss you, you use your fucking tongue and put 
your arms around me slut. Now do I need to slap you 
again?"

Anne slowly moved her arms around Paul and he mashed his 
lips down on hers. They kissed with tongues intertwining 
and arms around each other. Paul fully dressed and Anne 
naked and crying in shame. Paul broke the kiss and told 
Anne "you kiss like a slut but only a slut would be 
kissing on a first date naked in the parking lot."

Paul enjoyed the feeling of holding a naked Anne in his 
arms. A naked Anne who was crying her heart out. It felt 
so good to feel her body shudder in his arms. Her naked 
body, so firm and fresh felt so desirable under his hands 
and arms. While he couldn't go too far, he didn't want to 
scare her off, just feeling her breasts pushed against 
his shirt, and caressing her back, was more of a turn-on 
than any woman Paul had ever fucked. 

Anne acted like she had been slapped again as Paul kissed 
her again. Paul loved it, the naked body in her arms, 
Anne's body shaking with fear and shame, and the salty 
taste of the tears running down her face. Finally Paul 
relented. "Get dressed," he said.

Paul then drove toward Anne's car, as she got dressed. He 
handed her one of the new outfits as she got out and told 
her to meet him at his house tomorrow afternoon for their 
next date. Anne looked at him in shock. She couldn't do 
this. Not anymore.

"By the way, I mailed a picture to your father today. 
Make sure you wait for the mailman tomorrow first and get 
the envelope out of the mail." 

Anne's face went white with fear. 

"Oh, and I do know his business address if I ever want to 
make sure he gets the picture." He drove off laughing as 
Anne hurried home, knowing she would spend the entire day 
waiting for the postman. And then she would go to Paul's 
house - she really didn't have any choice.

And Paul spent the night reliving the feeling of holding 
the naked scared delicious Anne in his arms.


Chapter 3 - Saturday Afternoon
******************************


Anne spent the entire morning sitting in her room, 
looking out the window at the mailbox. When the postman 
pulled up, she ran for the mailbox, ignoring the call 
from her mother. She grabbed the mail and there it was, a 
large envelope to her father from Paul. She folded it and 
stuffed it into her pants and took the rest of the mail 
in.

She took the rest of the mail in to her mother, and after 
some small talk, went up to her room and opened the 
letter. Inside was a picture as well as a letter from 
Paul explaining that the pictures had been Anne's idea, 
that she had forced the other girls to pose too, and 
afterward she had fucked half the football team.

Oh god, if her father had opened this. She would rather 
die than let that happen. Paul was treating her like 
dirt, but he hadn't even tried to fuck her. In fact, he 
hadn't even felt up her tits. It was an easy choice. So 
at 2:00 she drove off to meet Paul. She stopped in a 
deserted parking lot and changed from the clothes she had 
left the house in to the outfit Paul had left with her. 
The skirt seemed to have a hundred short petticoats that 
caused the top to flounce out at almost 90 degrees. Yet 
it was so short that again, you could see her stocking 
tops.

This time the stockings, panties, and skirt were all 
white. And the top was a lace ribbon that wrapped around 
her tits, leaving a little view of both the top and 
bottom of each breast. And finally there were little 
white socks and 5" stiletto heels to complete the 
combination. 

Anne looked in the mirror and saw a stranger; half whore, 
half virgin, looking back at her. She couldn't go through 
with this - she wasn't a slut. But then she saw the 
envelope and realized she had no choice. Beaten down by 
Paul before she had even arrived at his house, she pulled 
out of the parking lot and headed toward his house.

At 2:30 the bell rang at Paul's house. He opened the door 
and there was Anne, looking at the floor, scared of what 
he was going to do. Anne walked in and just stood in the 
center of the floor. Paul smiled; this was going to be 
easy he thought.

"Well Anne, I asked you here because I want to take some 
pictures of you. That one just isn't enough for me. But 
this will be a little unusual for a slut like you, I want 
to take pictures of you with your clothes on." 

At the mention of keeping her clothes on, a wave of 
relief swept over her. She actually felt thankful toward 
Paul for letting her stayed dressed. And he had called 
her a slut but she had posed naked for the picture at 
that party.

So for the next half hour Paul took photos of Anne in her 
different outfits. And each outfit and pose was more and 
more suggestive. Until finally Anne was posing in the 
see-through dress so you could see her tits and cunt 
through the fabric. And then, when changing out of the 
transparent dress, Paul reached out to Anne and had her 
stop, dressed in just stockings, panties, and half bra.

"I want some pictures of you like this," he told her. 
Anne just nodded, it didn't seem much different to her 
and she was now used to being told how to pose and what 
to wear. So she posed, first standing, then leaning back, 
and finally, as in the original picture, laying down and 
spreading her pussy.

Paul then had her pose in her different sets of 
underwear, each time placing her in more and more lewd 
positions. And all the time complimenting her on how she 
looked so beautiful, the most beautiful slut she had ever 
seen. Telling her how gorgeous her cunt and tits were. 
And Anne listened to it all getting even more confused. 

Paul was complimenting her and saying everything nicely. 
And he obviously though she was beautiful. But he found 
her beautiful because she looked like a slut. Anne 
couldn't separate the two. She wanted to be beautiful and 
appreciated and if looking like a slut was how men 
appreciated her, then she would do it. So she continued 
to pose, enjoying Paul's' comments about her beauty and 
trying to ignore the ones about her sluttishness.

After the last set of pictures Paul sat down next to Anne 
with a vibrator in his hand. Anne had never seen one 
before although she had an idea of what it was used for. 
She suddenly panicked. "Please don't put that in me, I'm 
a virgin. Please! Please don't," she sobbed. "I'm saving 
myself for when I get married."

Paul quickly reassured her that nothing was going in her 
pussy. "I know what you want," he told her. "You're a 
slut and slut's want to cum. This will help you cum. I'll 
show you how."

Paul then proceeded to turn on the vibrator and use it on 
Anne's clit. Anne had touched herself a couple of times 
before but it had always been very fast, with major 
feelings of guilt. Now her clit was feeling things it had 
never felt before. And all the time Paul was whispering 
that this was all good. That she should feel this way.

Anne's first climax hit her before she understood what 
was happening. And a second rapidly followed the first. 
Paul kept working her clit with the vibrator as climax 
after climax cascaded through Anne's body. She had never 
felt anything like this before. All other thoughts were 
lost as Anne luxuriated in the afterglow of the most 
awesome orgasm she had ever felt. Nothing else mattered.

After about 5 minutes Paul figured she could pop again, 
so he started in on her clit again with the vibrator. 
Anne immediately started panting, staring at Paul as 
though he was a god. The fact that she could have another 
orgasm was beyond belief. All the repressed emotions in a 
young 17-year-old girl who had never really had an orgasm 
before bubbled to the surface. 

Paul moved Anne's hand to the vibrator and had her use it 
on herself. He then got up and grabbed the camera and 
started taking pictures. Anne was totally oblivious to 
the pictures, totally focused on bringing herself to 
another orgasm. Anne again hit a string of orgasms and 
Paul captured her in the throes on film.

After another 15 minutes, Paul decided to bring her off 
one last time. He had Anne use the vibrator and after she 
was real worked up, he grabbed the smallest butt plug the 
local sex shop had, and already greased up, started 
pushing it up Anne's ass.

Anne jumped when she first felt the plug. Its ok Paul 
assured her, it's just a small plug to make you feel good 
down there. "Trust me," he said. 

Anne realized it did feel sort-of good pressing lightly 
against her ass, and she didn't want to stop the 
vibrator. So she continued and Paul, ever so gently, 
pushed the plug in and out, just a little.

As Anne neared orgasm, Paul pushed the plug in and out 
further and further until, as Anne peaked, he pushed the 
plug all the way in. Once again Anne hit a string of 
cums, made even more intense from the plug in her ass.

As Anne laid there, all worn out, Paul got the most 
tremendous hard-on of his life. At 17, Anne's young body 
was still firm and fresh. And there is virtually nothing 
more erotic than the view of a woman, totally worn out 
from cumming repeatedly, lying back totally open.

"You know," Paul said, "I helped you cum. And now I need 
help to take care of my problem."

Anne looked up at him fearfully. Oh god no she thought. 
Please I can't do this. I won't have sex with him, not 
even if he shows the picture to my father. I just can't 
do it.

Paul saw the abject fear in Anne's eyes, which turned him 
on even more. God he would love to just jump on her and 
rape the shit out of her. But if he did that she would 
probably run and never return, pictures or no pictures.

"Relax slut, I'm not going to fuck you." Relief poured 
through Anne's body. "I just want you to jack me off. To 
a little slut like you a hand job should be nothing."

Anne tentatively reached up for Paul's crotch and started 
rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Not like that, pull it out. Don't you want to feel my 
cock in your hand?" 

Anne pulled her hand back and Paul, desperate to cum, 
opened his pants and pulled his cock out. 

He grabbed Anne's hand and wrapped her hand around his 
cock. "Start jerking it."

Anne started moving her hand up and down his cock, 
looking as though she was scared it might bite her. This 
was actually her first view of a cock and it scared her.

Paul stroked Anne's hair while talking to her. "You are 
such a pretty little slut. Do you like jacking my cock? 
I'm going to squirt my cum all over your face. Bet a 
little slut like you would like that. Playing with your 
clit and covered with cum - that must be your fondest 
dream." 

Anne looked up at Paul shaking her head no, with a 
pleading look on her face, whispering, "No, no, no I'm 
not. Please god no."

"What's the matter slut, my cock isn't good enough for 
you?" Paul angrily jerked Anne over his lap; face down, 
ripe for spanking. 

Before Anne realized what was happening Paul was spanking 
her butt as hard as he could with one hand while holding 
her down with the other. "Oh god no, please don't, please 
stop" Anne wailed.

"Fuck you slut. I made you cum god knows how many times 
and now you say you're too good to jack me off. Your 
nothing but a little piece of slut-meat." Paul continued 
to nail her butt. Anne's smooth stomach on Paul's legs 
and cock felt absolutely delicious. And her ass was so 
smooth and firm it just begged for more swats.

Anne finally gave up fighting and just sobbed in pain and 
humiliation as Paul whipped her. It hurt, it hurt so bad. 
And the thought of being paddled naked, with Paul's prick 
poking insistently into her stomach, mad her feel like a 
complete slut. This did not happen to nice girls. Nice 
girls did not play with themselves, especially in front 
of men. Paul was right, she was a slut.

Finally Paul could stand it no longer, he was about to 
burst. He pulled Anne off of him and dumped her on the 
floor. "Jack me off now bitch," he screamed.

Anne jumped to comply jacking his cock. Almost 
immediately it started to shoot, the first 2 shots 
landing on Anne's surprised face, before she pointed 
Paul's cock away.

"On your face slut," Paul yelled, turning his cock back 
toward Anne's face, covering it with jism. God she looked 
beautiful there, totally humiliated at his feet, with her 
face covered with his cum. "Rub it in," he said. Anne 
didn't understand. She looked up at Paul wanting to know 
what he meant.

Paul grabbed Anne's hands and pulled them up to her 
cheeks. "Rub the cum into your skin. All sluts rub the 
cum in cause they like it so much." Anne just looked at 
him - she couldn't do that. The stuff was yucky; she 
needed to wash it off.

"Do it NOW!!" he screamed standing up and towering over 
her, looking like he was about to hit her.

Anne started rubbing the cum into her face. By the time 
she was done there was an even coating all over from her 
forehead to her chin. Anne felt like a complete slut now, 
totally covered with cum.

"Now lick your hands clean."

Anne shuddered in disgust and then brought her hands up 
to her mouth and licked the cum off of them. She was a 
slut and sluts licked cum off of their hands. She started 
to cry as she realized what she looked like now, covered 
with cum, naked, kneeling in front of Paul, licking the 
cum off of her hands.

Paul stood Anne up and dressed her in the clothes she had 
worn from home, leaving the butt plug in. He then handed 
her the vibrator. "Every night and every morning I want 
you to use this" he told her. Anne looked at Paul and 
nodded. She was a slut and sluts used vibrators. Besides, 
it felt so good.

"And another thing, that butt plug stays in you except 
when you shit. I'll be checking and if it's out you will 
get one hell of a spanking." 

Again Anne nodded. She had actually forgotten it was 
there although with his reminder, now she was acutely 
aware of it.

"I'd kiss you good-bye but you would taste of cum you 
little slut." And with that Paul pushed Anne out the door 
of his house.

Anne suddenly realized that she was standing out in 
public, holding a vibrator. If someone saw her they might 
get the wrong idea. Then she suddenly realized, no it 
would be the right idea. She was such a slut Paul 
wouldn't even kiss her good-bye. She cried so much on the 
way home she could barely see the road.


Chapter 4 - The Next 3 Weeks
****************************


Anne's father would only let her go out one night each 
weekend. And Sunday day was for church. So for the next 
several weeks Anne and Paul fell into a routine.

Each morning and each night Anne would use her vibrator 
to cum. She said to herself that it was only because Paul 
made her. But she knew better. Paul would never know if 
she didn't do it. The truth was that it felt good and she 
liked it. So she did it. But because her parents had told 
her sex was bad, and because Paul was "making her" 
masturbate, Anne's mind then decided she was a slut when 
she masturbated.

And every day Anne wore the butt plug. Well, every day 
except that first Monday when she had "forgotten" it. And 
Paul showed up at the video store that Monday. Before 
Anne could say anything he turned her around and felt her 
asshole. When he felt no butt plug he locked the store 
doors, dragged her to the back office, pulled down her 
pants, and used his belt to whip her ass.

Anne begged for forgiveness the entire time while Paul 
never said a word. Finally, when all of Anne's ass was 
bright red, Paul let her go and she tumbled to the floor. 
"We can do another hundred or we can have just 6 more, 
which will it be?" he asked her.

Anne looked up at him in bewilderment. "No more, please 
no more," she managed to plead between sobs.

"6 or 100, pick or I'll choose for you, pick NOW!" he 
shouted.

"6, oh god just 6 more please," she begged.

"Fine, then stand up and put your hands against the wall. 
Push your butt out and ask me to whip you. For 100 I'll 
hold you down. For 6 you have to hold yourself in place 
and beg for each one."

Oh god Anne thought, I can't do this. But she started 
getting up because no matter what she had to do, she just 
couldn't survive another 100 hits from the belt. She 
leaned against the wall with her hands supporting her. 
Paul adjusted her until she had "assumed the position." 
Hands up high on the wall, legs out and apart, butt 
arched out to meet the whip. "Oh and one more thing. If 
your hands come down, or your butt isn't sticking out for 
any one hit, we start over."

Anne closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Somehow she 
had to get through this. No matter how much it hurt, 6 
was a lot less than 100. So motherfucking much less that 
she would freeze in place no matter what. She would hold 
on no mat--- Anne suddenly realized that Paul was talking 
to her. She had been concentrating so hard that she had 
blocked him out. The pain was so bad, god her butt was on 
fire. It had to be bleeding, it just had to. In fact, it 
felt like there was a fire down there, but that couldn't 
be.

But the pain was just so bad. Wait, what was Paul saying. 
Oh yes, she had to beg to be whipped. How could she beg 
for something that hurt so much. She was standing here, 
wasn't that enough.

Suddenly Paul reached out to her to pull her over his lap 
to give her 100 strokes. No, not that, please not that. 
"Please whip my ass, please do it, oh god please don't 
whip me 100 times, please whip my ass." She said 
frantically. She was begging him to whip her. 

The real source of the begging was to avoid the 100 
strokes but the words coming out of her mouth were 
begging Paul to whip her ass. Her ass that was already on 
fire. The first one hit and Anne screamed. She couldn't 
take this anymore. Yet she kept babbling, "Please whip my 
ass, please whip it, oh god please." 

A part of her stepped outside her body and observed. 
There she was, arched out against the wall to meet the 
belt, begging for a whipping. What kind of slut was she? 
There were girls at school that put out for all of the 
guys, but even they would turn their noses up seeing her 
like this. Slut was too good for her, she was complete 
scum.

And the picture she made in her mind, combined with the 
pain from the belt, cause her body to heave with sobs as 
she cried her heart out. Finally the last stroke ended 
and Paul picked her up and held her. For the next half 
hour her sobs slowly subsided, while, the entire time, 
Paul just held her and told her how much he loved her.

And she grasped on to that love to pull her back up from 
the pit her mind had sunk into. The mind and body can 
only take so much and Anne's had been overloaded with 
pain and degradation. She needed a rope to pull her out 
and Paul's love and caring was that rope.

She started to hold on to him, and then to hold him so 
tightly that it hurt. She held on to Paul for dear life 
and sobbed her heart out. She was lower than a slut, and 
her ass was on fire. But it was ok because Paul loved her 
and would take care of her. Her mind pushed away the fact 
that Paul caused all of this because she needed a 
rescuer.

And Paul, he got to spend a half hour holding a naked 
Anne while she came to hold him tighter and tighter. Such 
a lovely young body and it was all his, to use any way he 
wanted, as long as he was careful. Anne made it through 
the rest of work that day by being very careful to not 
let her ass touch anything. And she was very careful from 
then on to have the butt plug in her ass every day.

On either Friday or Saturday night Paul would take Anne 
dancing. Each time she would wear slutty, revealing 
clothes and during the slow numbers Paul would whisper in 
her ear what a slut she was and how much everyone wanted 
to fuck her.

When they sat down Paul would always make her sit with 
her legs spread so that anyone looking under the table 
could see her pubic hair. As the night went on he would 
make her spread her legs wider and wider till, toward the 
end of the evening, her legs would be fully spread and 
anyone who looked knew she was flashing them on purpose. 
And much to Anne's dismay, many looked.

Each Saturday afternoon Anne would pose for Paul's 
camera. She would model the clothes and use the vibrator 
and butt plug. The second Saturday Paul brought out a 
video camera. At first Anne refused but when Paul showed 
Anne the new collection of pictures for her father, she 
relented. Paul had Anne face the camera while using the 
vibrator and tell the camera what a slut she was. How she 
liked playing with her clit and loved to get off. 

He filmed her bringing herself to orgasm time after time. 
And at the end of each session, Anne would jack Paul off 
onto her face and rub the cum into her face. So Anne 
always left knowing that she was a complete and total 
slut. This was her life and the human mind can adapt to a 
lot, so Anne came over the next few weeks to accept this 
as her natural life.


Chapter 5 - A Haircut
*********************


About a month later Anne arrived at Paul's house for 
their regular Saturday afternoon session, which would be 
followed by the evening out. By this time Anne was 
actually looking forward to the sessions. Paul would drag 
her through the dirt verbally but in the course of that 
trip, she would cum ever harder than when she took care 
of things in her own bed at home. So she walked in and 
started to remove her leather skirt. 

But Paul stopped her. "We're going out," he informed her.

"But why?" Anne whined. She was looking forward to the 
session and didn't want to give it up.

"Because your pussy is too hairy. I want to get the hair 
removed.. Sluts don't have hair on their pussy - its bald 
so that everyone can see their hot cunt."

"Go out, I don't understand. And I can't shave my pussy, 
girls just don't do that."

Paul sighed. "Do we have to go through this again? I can 
show you the videotape I've made for your father, pull 
you across my lap, and spank your ass till it's hotter 
than the sun. And then you'll go. You know it. I know it. 
Besides, you're a slut. We both know it. And sluts aren't 
supposed to have hair on their pussy."

Anne acted as though each sentence from Paul was he 
hitting her. Yes she would do it. Yes she was a slut. She 
didn't have any choice. Anne dropped her head as she 
realized her total lack of control over her body. "ok" 
she whispered and turned to go.

"Just a minute. Just because you realize you have no 
choice now doesn't excuse your telling me no before. You 
have to be punished don't you." 

Anne looked up at Paul and nodded very slightly yes.

"Don't you!?" Paul said with a large threat in his voice.

"Yes," Anne said, fearful of Paul.

"Pull your skirt up and assume the position. Oh, and 
don't cry because we are going out immediately after the 
spanking and I'm not giving you time to fix your makeup."

Anne leaned against the wall and arched her back.

"Beg for it."

"Oh please Paul, whip my ass. I'm sorry. I said no, 
please forgive me, please do-- AAAGGGH, OH GOD IT HURTS 
SO MUCH, OWH, OWH!! DEAR GOD! DEAR GOD! I'M SORRY! I'M SO 
SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I'm sorry I'm sorry please 
forgive me, oh please I'm sorry. OWH, OWH!!"

"Tell me you love me and beg for another. Do it NOW."

"Oh Paul, I'm sorry, I love you please don't, oh please 
don't, I love you, I love you, I love you, I'm sorry, 
pleas--- AAAGGGHHH, OH GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH! OH GOD 
PLEASE DON'T, PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE I BEG YOU, I LOVE 
YOU PAUL."

"You said please don't so that one doesn't count" he told 
her grinning. This was the first time she had said she 
loved him, and it was while he was whipping her. 
Definitely a strong foundation for their future. 

"Beg for it or it'll go a lot worse for you, and tell me 
how much you love me - slut."

"Oh Paul I love you, I do love you. I know I'm just a 
slut but I love you. Please spank me, please, please 
span--- AAAAAGGGGGHHHH OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD, IT HURTS, IT 
HURTS SO BAD, ITHU---" 

"Tell me that you love me slut."

"OH GOD I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU PAUL. IT HURTS SO MUCH I 
LOVE YOU. I love you I love you it hurts oh god it 
hurts."

"Beg slut!"

"Please whip my ass, please whip it. Whip your slut's 
ass, I love you so much and I want you to whip my ass, 
plea--- AAAGGGHH!! OH GOD I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE 
YOU. PLEASE! PLEASE OH GOD please don't - don't, oh god I 
love you."

And with that Anne turned and threw herself on Paul 
holding on to him and with sobs wracking her body kept 
repeating "I love you, I love you." Paul held her until 
the sobs receded. Then kissed her on the lips pulled her 
skirt down, and pulled her out the door to her car.

After driving a bit Paul pulled over and showed Anne 6 
packages. They were all the same size and addressed to 
her father at his work address, her school's principal, 
the local newspaper, and the 3 local TV stations. He then 
explained what was in the packages, a collection of the 
best photos he had taken as well as 2 hours of the best 
scenes he had shot on videotape. 

Anne was scared. This was much worse than the original 
photo. This would show the world that she was a full-
fledged slut. And with the information going to the 
principal and news media, the word would get out all over 
town. She wouldn't be able to live if this happened. Oh 
god, what was Paul going to do to her.

Paul then laid it out. "We're going to a beauty salon to 
have your pubic hair removed. They will do what you tell 
them to do. If at any time you tell them to stop, they 
will stop and there is nothing I can do to make them 
continue. You get to decide what happens."

"However, if at any time you tell them no, or don't 
answer any question the way I tell you to, I will leave 
immediately and mail these packages. There is no second 
chance. If the women in this store think anything funny 
is going on they will probably refuse to continue and may 
even call the cops. So you can't disagree with me and 
then immediately change your mind to make it right - one 
screw-up and you become the front page story for this 
town."

With that Paul grabbed Anne by the chin and held her face 
about 2 inches from his. "Do you understand my little 
slut - one fuck-up and the whole town gets to see what a 
slut you are. Do you understand me my little whore?"

Anne, totally afraid now, both about the packages and 
afraid of Paul nodded her head up and down and said 
"yes." She didn't know which was worse, an angry Paul or 
the packages mailed out. But she didn't want either to 
happen.

"Another thing, this will hurt. Not anyway near as much 
as when I spank you but it will hurt. You can cry and ask 
me to hold you. But you must endure it until they are 
done. You got that?"

Anne just nodded. Whatever he wanted, she was not going 
to cross him right now. Not with those packages waiting 
to be mailed. "Finally, we need to remove your butt plug. 
The people working at this salon might not want to touch 
you if they realize what a slut you are. And only a real 
cunt walks into a salon and shows the world her butt 
plug. 

Anne blushed and realized that she would have done just 
that. The butt plug had become so much a part of her life 
that she had forgotten it. God what a slut she was if she 
would show people that. She really was becoming quite a 
slut. Oh god help her.

Paul then pulled back into traffic and drove the rest of 
the way to the salon. They went in and Paul informed the 
receptionist that they had an appointment. They were 
shown to a private back room where the girl showed Anne a 
chair to sit in. Anne removed her underwear and skirt as 
instructed and laid back in the chair, spreading her 
legs. The stylist walked in and started getting the 
electrolysis equipment ready. 

You understand that this will hurt she told Anne. 

Anne nodded and said, "Yes, I do."

"Now, what exactly do you want taken off?"

Anne looked at Paul with a question on her face.

"All of it, isn't it dear?" Paul said to Anne.

"Yes, all of it," Anne said to the stylist.

The stylist looked at Anne a little strange but started 
to work. It hurt Anne every time the needle went in and 
every time it zapped. She held on to Paul's arm and 
gritted her teeth. But as time went on (it takes a long 
time to remove an entire bush) the pain moved into a dull 
constant in the background.

Anne started to think about how she looked. Lying there 
with her legs spread letting another woman work on her 
cunt. And when she was done, she would have no pussy hair 
- ever. Boy, she would really look like a slut then. In a 
way she couldn't hide. Anyone who saw her naked would 
knew, she was a slut.

The funny thing, thinking of how this was marking her as 
a slut, combined with the constant pinpricks, was 
actually arousing her. Not a mind-blowing orgasm kind of 
arousal but it was putting her mind on sex. And on sex 
that degraded her as a slut. And that was getting her 
worked up. And then she suddenly realized, the stylist 
working between her legs would see the juices leak out of 
her cunt. 

Hell, she would smell it. And then she would realize that 
Anne was getting turned on by this. The thought was too 
awful to bear. But Anne found herself getting even more 
turned on by the thought of this woman knowing what a 
complete slut she was. About this time the stylist was 
moving up to remove the hairs around Anne's clit. This 
got Anne worked up even more. Paul noticed first because 
of Anne's clutching of his hand. My god he thought, the 
whore's getting off on this.

The stylist noticed next. This little tramp is actually 
enjoying this. I just hope she doesn't cum on my hand, oh 
yech.

But Anne was getting closer and closer, and suddenly, a 
zap of a hair at the base of her clit put her over the 
edge. Anne tried to hide it but couldn't. The stylist 
stopped and both Paul and the stylist stopped and watched 
Anne orgasm.

Anne then sank back in her chair totally mortified. 
"Sorry about that," Paul said. "I'm afraid she is a bit 
of a tramp. I'm really really sorry about this." 

"I won't work on a woman like this," the stylist said, 
standing up and looking disgustedly at Anne.

"Please reconsider. She's almost done and if we have to 
go elsewhere then another stylist has to put up with the 
same reactions. She's done now so you should be able to 
complete the job before she gets out of control again." 

Anne tried to sink deeper into the chair. Oh god, how 
could she have had an orgasm right in front of this 
stranger. What kind of woman was she. She really was a 
slut. She just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Yet her 
she was, lying back with her legs spread for this 
stranger. "We don't want to leave here with the job 
incomplete, do we?" Paul said to Anne.

Anne suddenly realized what Paul meant. They couldn't 
leave yet or he would mail the packages. Oh my god no. 
"Please finish it," she begged the stylist. "I'm really 
sorry. I won't do it again. Please forgive me." God she 
wanted to die, pleading with the woman to continue 
removing her hair, apologizing for cumming on her 
ministrations.

"Ok, I'll finish up the job, but no more enjoying it you 
little whore," the stylist said, contempt dripping from 
her voice. "I'm not gay and I'm not getting paid to get 
you off. So hold still and try to behave as a lady would 
- although god knows no lady ever had all of her pubic 
hair removed." 

Anne felt like dirt. This woman was right. She was not a 
lady anymore, not by any stretch of the imagination. She 
was a whore, getting off on the hands of another woman. 
Oh god, how had she become so sick. The stylist was in a 
hurry now, jabbing faster and deeper to get the job done 
quicker. But it caused Anne's excitement to build up 
again. Anne grabbed Paul's arm and looked up at him with 
pleading eyes. Help me she thought, help me not enjoy 
this.

Paul looked down and realized that she was getting off 
again. The combination of the fear and the stylist's 
utter contempt were building her up even faster. He 
actually needed to do something if they were going to 
complete this job. Paul slapped Anne firmly. 

The shock, both of the slap itself, and being slapped in 
front of this woman who considered Anne a dirty slut 
broke the building orgasm. Thank you Paul, thank you 
thank you thank you she thought, looking up at him. The 
stylist looked back at Anne's pussy, but hesitated.

"I'll pay you a $500.00 tip if you finish the job," Paul 
said. "And I'll do my best to get her to behave. Please 
finish this, I know she's a slut but I love her and she 
wants this."

Anne couldn't believe her ears, Paul was blaming it all 
on her. Of course, it was her fault that she was cumming. 
And if she was a slut, then she did have to get her pussy 
hair removed she guessed. Maybe it was all her fault. No 
it couldn't be. It was all Paul's fault.

But she glanced down at the stylist and saw the utter 
contempt in her eyes for her. The stylist knew she was a 
worthless tramp. The stylist thought Paul was a nice guy. 
Maybe the stylist was right. After all, the stylist was 
grossed out by Anne's cumming and wasn't that the 
reaction a normal person would have.

But here she was, getting all excited again. In fact, she 
wanted to cum. She didn't care if the stylist saw her 
cum. In fact, she wanted to be seen. She wanted the 
stylist to look at her with utter contempt, convinced she 
was a complete slut. Just the thought of the other 
woman's reaction had Anne building up.

Paul saw what was happening. She was getting off again. 
He slapped her face. But this time Anne expected it and 
it just furthered her debasement. He slapped her again 
and again. Anne kept looking up at him with a the blank 
look of someone building towards an intense cum. Each 
slap seemed to build the cum.

Anne couldn't stand it any longer. The slaps, the jabbing 
of the needle, the thought of how she looked, only a pig 
could get off on this. The thought of enjoying this was 
so sickening to her that it got her even more excited. 
She tried to hold it in, to cum because of this meant 
that she was turned on by being treated as a complete 
slut. She couldn't cum from that - it would mean she was 
nothing.

Anne held it in as long as she could, but finally, the 
dam burst. She started grunting and moved her hand down 
to rub her clit. The stylist and Paul jumped back. While 
Paul was secretly loving it, the stylist was totally 
disgusted with what she saw. The little whore had cum 
again. What a piece of trash.

"That's it," the stylist said. "The dirty little slut 
keeps getting off on my hand. This isn't worth $500.00. 
No way."

"Wait," said Paul. "I'll let you punish her for being 
such a whore."

"Punish her?"

"Yes, when you're done, you can spank her for being such 
a bad girl. Don't you want to make her pay for getting 
off on you?"

The woman paused at that. It would be nice to teach this 
little whore the error of her ways. And she would like to 
punish her for using her as a vibrator. "Yes, I'll do 
it."

Anne was watching this all with disbelief. Paul was going 
to let this woman spank her. Paul expected her to let 
this woman spank her. Anne was starting to realize how 
low she had sunk. A good girl would not be here, would 
not have her legs spread, and would not let anyone spank 
her. She was a good girl, she knew it deep down inside. 
The real Anne started to bubble to the surface.

The stylist looked at Anne and told her, "Lie back you 
little whore. And I've had enough of you getting off on 
my hand. You may want to fuck every man woman and child 
you meet but I don't. Try this once more and you'll find 
yourself getting the spanking you deserve immediately 
little girl."

How dare she talk to Anne like that. "I'm not a whore," 
Anne protested. "Don't call me a whore and sto--"

"Not a whore!?" the stylist laughed. "How many times have 
you gotten off on my hand jabbing you with this needle. 
Most women come in here and say it hurts to have their 
hair removed. You cum from a stranger doing it to you. 
You're a dirty little whore."

Each word was like a blow to Anne. Yes it was all true. 
The real Anne buried itself back in her subconscious 
somewhere and Anne the slut reasserted itself. Anne 
looked up at Paul with tears in her eyes. She was a slut 
wasn't she. Oh god, she was so low. At least Paul wanted 
her. "Paul, I love you," she said, desperate to know 
someone wanted a slut like her. 

Paul leaned over, brushed away her tears, and said, "I 
love you too little Anne. Don't you worry, I'll take care 
of you."

The rest of the removal passed fine. The stylist worked, 
Anne quietly cried, and Paul stroked her hair. And Anne 
kept thinking, I'm a slut but Paul still loves me.

Finally, it was completed and the stylist handed Anne a 
mirror to inspect the work. Anne looked down and realized 
that it was as bald as the day she was born. And it would 
stay that way for the rest of her life. She was marked as 
a slut forevermore.

The stylist then pulled Anne, still naked from the waist 
down, over to a chair, sat in the chair, and pulled Anne 
over her lap. "A bad girl like you needs to be punished 
don't you."

"Yes," Anne whispered.

And the stylist then proceeded to use a hair brush to 
paddle both of Anne's ass cheeks bright red. The whole 
time she kept up a monologue - "You're a dirty little 
slut. You probably want to show that bald pussy to all 
the boys at school don't you. I bet you can't wait to 
have everyone's cock sliding into that little pussy. I 
bet you get yourself off whenever you can don't you. Do 
you play with yourself every night and morning?" All the 
time raining down the blows.

Anne quietly sobbed realizing that she deserved this 
punishment. Yes it was true, she was a slut. When she 
heard the question about playing with herself every 
morning and night she sobbed out "Yes, yes I play with my 
pussy whenever I can, I'm a slut, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." 

And at that the stylist pushed Anne off of her lap. "You 
little whore, you were probably getting off on my 
spanking you. You need to be punished, not rewarded for 
being such a whore. Get away from me. I'm going to go 
wash my hands to remove your smell from me you dirty 
slut." 

Anne sat on the floor feeling totally worthless. Paul 
leaned down in front of her and told her to play with 
herself. Anne looked at him in shock - how could he say 
such a thing after what had just happened. The stylist 
had told her that she was a dirty slut. She didn't want 
to be a slut. Anne started to pull herself together.

Paul reached down, took one of Anne's hands, and used it 
to rub her clit. Anne resisted for about half a minute, 
but then it started to work. After another minute with 
Paul's assistance, Anne took over on her own, rubbing her 
clit.

Paul stayed kneeling down facing her and telling her what 
a slut she was to be getting off just after the stylist 
had spanked her for being such a slut. Even a slut had 
some self respect. Anne was just a mindless nympho, 
rubbing her clit trying to get off, not caring what 
anyone thought of her. 

No that wasn't true, the utter contempt of the stylist 
helped her get off. Paul's whispers that she was a total 
slut was getting her off. the fact that someone with the 
slightest shred of self-respect would at least go 
somewhere more private first built her up.

Anne played with her clit wallowing in her debasement. 
Her whole world was her clit. She rubbed it furiously 
listening to Paul. She was a complete slut. A complete 
slut could get off anywhere because nothing else 
mattered. 

Over the past few weeks Anne's young body had received a 
crash course in how to satisfy the sexual urges her 
hormones had awakened in her. But there had been no 
course in love or respect or willpower. She had been 
taught how to satisfy her strongest urges immediately and 
fully. And like a powerful drug, it would be difficult, 
if not impossible, to break her of the habit.

And it was the feeling of utter worthlessness that 
allowed Anne to give up the civilized restraints each of 
us normally uses to moderate our more primal impulses. 
The more slutty and worthless Anne felt, the more she 
felt free to satisfy her sexual urges.

And more than that, there was something in Anne's makeup, 
probably from years of being raised as a child who should 
always obey, that reveled in having her nose rubbed in 
the dirt. The more degraded she felt, the more she got 
off.

So Anne crouched there, dripping pussy juice onto the 
floor, rubbing her clit and cascading from orgasm to 
orgasm. Rubbing her forever bald slit, and staring at 
Paul who was watching her get herself off. Until finally 
she collapsed in the puddle of her pussy juices, not even 
realizing it she was so wiped out. Staring blankly into 
space as Paul lifted her up and put her skirt back on 
her. They then walked out, past the stares and whispers 
of the stylists to Paul's car, and drove off.


Chapter 6 - That Evening
************************


Paul let Anne sleep the rest of the afternoon. The 
session at the hair salon had wiped her out. While Anne 
slept soundly, Paul would keep moving a vibrator on her 
clit. He was pretty sure that her dreams were 
interesting. Anne woke up from a long series of erotic 
dreams. She didn't remember much of the details but it 
felt like she had been cumming non-stop for the last 
several hours. She got up and went looking for Paul, not 
bothering to get dressed first.

Paul had a vision of loveliness walk in on him. Anne's 17 
year old body was almost perfect. Still thin and firm all 
over that no one seems to retain past the age of 19 or 
20. Add to this how beautiful a completely bald pussy is. 
Not a pussy that was recently shaved or with a slight 
stubble, a pussy with absolutely no hair on it.

And there she was, standing there and looking at Paul. 
Not covering anything up or acting at all shy. Anne was 
his. Paul got up, walked over to Anne, and hugger her 
gorgeous naked body to his, loving the feel of her naked 
body.

"I love you," he said and gave her a gentle kiss on the 
lips.

"I love you," she replied hugging and kissing him back.

"Lets get dressed for tonight," he told her. He handed 
Anne a waist cincher that was flesh colored. One of the 
few negatives about Anne's body was that, not having 
filled out like an adult, her body wasn't as curvy as he 
would like. While he couldn't, and didn't want to do 
anything to make her hips bigger, he could make her waist 
smaller.

He put the cincher around her waist and started pulling 
in the laces. Each time he had Anne exhale he would pull 
the laces a little tighter. Finally he had it as tight as 
possible. Anne had to take shallow breaths and couldn't 
bend over. But her waist had been reduced by 6 inches 
giving her a phenomenal hourglass figure.

The cincher was designed to blend in with her skin by 
snapping flaps over the laces. Paul then handed Anne her 
dress. It was a gauzy material that was almost the exact 
same color as Anne's skin. Anne pulled it on and suddenly 
realized you could see right through the dress. Anne's 
ass and pussy were not terribly obvious, although if you 
knew to look, you could see both. But her tits, because 
of the different color of the nipples, were strikingly 
obvious. Paul loved it, there she was in all of her 
glory, clothed yet still naked.

The dress was skintight. Even at her waist which had been 
pulled in 6 inches. The effect was electrifying since 
each breast had its own little pocket of fabric it pushed 
out from her chest, with the fabric following every curve 
of her breast. And her incredibly thin waist was so 
obvious with the dress in tight around her waist. And 
finally, with the fabric tight over her ass and across 
her mound, it was relatively easy to discern her ass and 
cunt if you looked.

To top it off, he handed her black mesh stockings that 
held themselves up and 6" black stiletto heels. The black 
stockings would show under the dress, making it more 
obvious that she had no other underclothes on. Anne 
freaked. She couldn't go out in public like this. She 
might as well go naked. It was worse than naked. She 
turned to Paul with a pleading look on her face. "Please 
Paul, please don't make me do this."

Paul smiled. She wasn't saying no anymore, she was asking 
him to not do it. He owned her now. Paul handed her black 
lace gloves, to match the stockings, had her put them on, 
and turned to go out of the house. Anne looked at Paul in 
despair. She couldn't do this. This was showing everyone 
what a slut she had become. But Paul was standing there 
and if she didn't go, he would make her. He would spank 
her and send pictures to her father. And he might stop 
loving her.

A shudder ripped through Anne's body and she started to 
put on the gloves. As she was putting them on she 
discovered that all the fingers had been sewn together as 
well as the tip of the thumb to the tip of the fingers. 
She could give Paul a hand job wearing the gloves, but 
not much else. In fact, Paul had to help her finish 
putting the gloves on, and once on, she would need his 
assistance to remove them.

Paul then turned to go to his car and Anne followed. She 
was his slut. She hated it but she was his slut. Across 
the street one of Paul's neighbors was getting out of his 
car. The man stopped and stared at Anne. Anne wanted to 
melt into the sidewalk. Instead Paul took Anne over to 
meet him. "Hi Fred, this is Anne."

Fred just stared at Anne's nipples.

"Do you like her body?" Paul asked. "You can see her 
pussy too if you look closely. She's such a slut she had 
all the hair removed. Shake hands with Fred slut, there's 
no reason to be impolite."

Anne wanted to sink even further into the ground. She 
couldn't shake hands with the gloves on. And Fred was now 
staring at her pussy. And she was standing here letting 
him look at her body. Paul moved her arm up and Fred 
automatically put his hand out to shake. He seemed 
disconcerted at her hands shaped in an O but then went 
back to looking at her pussy. "Well, we have to go now. 
See you later." Paul and Anne walked off with Fred now 
staring at Anne's ass the whole way.

Anne was in a state of shock. She was used to boys 
looking at her with a sexual interest. But nothing with 
the intensity of Fred's stare. Fred's look was not 
tempered by anything. He wanted to push her down and fuck 
her till he came. A virgin who had never felt a cock in 
her pussy and Fred wanted to rape her.

When they got out of Paul's car at the dance club, he 
came over to her side and put little bracelets on Anne's 
wrists. Before she could appreciate them though, he 
pulled Anne's arms behind her and connected the 
bracelets. To the casual observer Anne was merely holding 
her hands behind her back. However, Anne was now unable 
to defend herself in any way. She was truly at Paul's 
mercy. And to make it worse, having her hands behind her 
back pushed her breasts out.

Anne looked so small and helpless standing there that 
Paul couldn't help himself, he pulled her to him and held 
her while kissing her. He then reached down and started 
playing with her clit right through the fabric of the 
dress.

Anne started to get hot, and then realized that there 
were other couples near them walking through the parking 
lot on their way to the club. He couldn't do this, not in 
front of all these people. She buried her face in Paul's 
neck hoping he would stop. Please don't do this in front 
of others she prayed.

Paul stepped back and Anne's hopes rose. But he kept 
playing with her clit, standing a foot back fro her. Anne 
stepped toward Paul but he reached out and held her back. 
He then raised her head by the chin so Anne was looking 
straight at Paul.

Paul then started to really go at her clit. Anne started 
to loose it. People were walking buy and looking at her. 
No one was having any trouble figuring out what was going 
on. A little way off, one group of men had stopped and 
was watching. Others would slow down while staring. 

Across the distance she could hear the comments "whore", 
"slut", "cunt." She didn't want this. She wasn't this 
kind of girl. Yet Paul would start in on her and she 
would start panting in heat. She would change into a sex 
hungry slut. Let them look. Let them see the slut cum. 
She didn't care, she just wanted to cum. Closer, closer, 
almost there. She stared at Paul prepared to cum - AND HE 
STOPPED.

"NO, NO, DON'T STOP!!" she shouted. Everyone looked over 
to see what was bothering the dirty little slut. "Please 
Paul, please keep going," she whispered. "Please Paul, I 
love you, I'll do anything, but please don't stop."

"Don't stop what?" he asked with a smile.

"What you're doing, please don't stop."

"What am I doing?"

"Getting me off."

"Not like that, tell me to get my slut off by playing 
with her clit."

"I can't say that."

"Fine, lets go in."

Anne swallowed and whispered even quieter, "Please get 
your slut off by rubbing her clit."

"What, I can't hear you."

"Please get your slut off by rubbing her clit," she said 
a little louder.

Paul brushed her clit and asked again, "What? I can't 
hear you."

"PLEASE GET YOUR SLUT OFF BY RUBBING HER CLIT," she said 
loud enough to be heard 20 cars away.

Paul started rubbing her clit again. "You better keep 
telling me what you want, or I'll have to stop."

"Oh yes, rub my clit, rub your slut's clit, make me cum. 
I need to cum so bad. Oh please don't stop. Oh yes, here 
it comes, here it comes, I'm going to cum. AAAAGGGHH, oh 
no, no, no. Don't stop, oh god don't stop, it keeps 
cumming, it keeps cumming, oh god yes, yes, get your 
little slut off, oh yes get me off."

Paul moved up to Anne's side as she kept climaxing, 
rubbing her clit with one hand and pulling on her hair 
with the other to raise her head up. "Open your eyes slut 
and look at your audience. They all want to see the slut 
cumming in the parking lot."

Anne gasped as she saw 30, no 40 people staring at her 
with lust in their eyes. What kind of cheap slut would 
get off in front of so many people. None of them, that's 
for sure. They all knew she was the biggest slut at the 
club tonight. And they were all watching her cum.

"Oh no, oh god no" Anne moaned as she saw everyone 
looking at her. She tried to bring her arms up to cover 
herself but couldn't because of the bracelets. She tried 
to crouch down but Paul's grip on her hair stopped that.

And Paul's other hand, Paul's other hand kept working on 
her clit. And the climaxes kept coming, even more intense 
now that she was aware of her audience. How could she cum 
with people watching her. She was sick, sick and 
perverted. She was getting off on the audience and that 
was just sick.

And Paul whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stop?"

Of course she wanted him to stop. She didn't want to be 
this disgusting girl climaxing in front of this growing 
crowd. But the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. She 
kept cumming and cumming in a never-ending roll of 
climaxes.

"I'm going to stop," Paul said loud enough for the crowd 
to hear. "I'm going to stop playing with you my little 
slut."

"NO! NO DON'T STOP! OH PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" she begged 
loudly. The words were out of her mouth before she even 
thought about it. She didn't want to stop cumming. Each 
cum was more powerful than the one before and she didn't 
want it to stop.

Let them all watch her. Let everyone know how sick and 
disgusting and perverted she was. As long as she could 
keep cumming she didn't care. And the thought of everyone 
watching her turned her on even more. 

And then she started to hear them.

"What a hot slut." 

"dirty tramp" 

"pig" 

"perverted cunt" 

"whore" 

"fuck-meat" 

And then Paul stopped.

"OH NO! NO! NO PLEASE DON'T STOP! JUST ONE MORE CUM, 
PLEASE JUST ONE MORE CUM!" she begged, sobbing with need.

"You stopped telling me my slut needed her clit rubbed."

"Oh please, your slut needs her pussy rubbed," she 
pleaded.

"Too late, you stopped."

"Oh please, please, please. I'll do anything, anything." 
Anne had totally forgotten about her audience and was 
begging Paul.

"I don't know, lets ask your fans." he said turning her 
to once again face the audience. "You have to get them to 
ask me to rub you. Ask them." 

Anne paled. She couldn't do that. She couldn't sink that 
low. She just couldn't. But that next cum was waiting 
right there on the edge, with another right behind it. 
And these people would watch the dirty little whore cum 
more - seeing how badly she needed it.

"Please, she said, looking at the ground, "Please, 
please."

"Please what slut?" said a voice in the crowd.

Anne looked up with both shame and hope in her eyes. 
"Please, please tell him..." she begged looking for the 
source of the voice.

"Tell him what?" came another voice.

Oh god Anne thought, as another cum shot through her, 
just from the thought of having to ask a stranger to cum. 
God, she was such a disgusting little fuck-wad. "Please 
tell him to get me off."

Some of the crowd started to tell Paul when a loud voice 
said, "I don't think so whore. I don't think you've asked 
us properly. I say no until we here the slut ask 
correctly." Other voices then picked up the same refrain 
"Not yet, ask us nicer."

"Please ask Paul to get his little slut off. Please ask 
him to play with my clit. I'm a dirty little whore and I 
need to have my clit rubbed. Oh please, please ask him to 
get me off, I need to cum, I need it. I need it." 

Once again the voices started to tell Paul to get her 
off, and he was actually brushing her clit, when the same 
loud voice said, "No way, I don't think so. Maybe later 
but she just doesn't sound sincere to me. Maybe later in 
the club."

No she thought, no they can't mean it. "Please, please I 
have to get off. Paul's dirty little slut needs to get 
off. I'll do anything to get off. I have to get off, oh 
please ask him to get me off. I'm a dirty little pig cunt 
whore slut who needs to get off. Oh please."

But the crowd was turning away. A few were staying but 
when they saw the others leaving, everyone started to 
move. No one wanted to be the one person left staring at 
the dirty little slut.

"PLEASE! PLEASE, OH GOD DON'T LEAVE, I NEED IT I NEE----"

Paul slapped her hard, once twice, three times until she 
shut up. Anne looked like she had just run a marathon. 
Her hair and body were totally soaked in her sweat. Her 
eyes looked like the eyes of a wild animal. She was 
shaking with need.

Paul pulled her to him and held her for a minute as her 
shaking died down a little. The he backed off and asked 
her "we can leave right now if you want. I'll take you to 
your car and you can drive straight home. Or we can go in 
the club. But if we go in you're going to have to dance 
with others and they will touch you. No one will fuck or 
hurt you but they will touch you."

Anne looked up at him in desperation. She couldn't go 
home now. Her little vibrator in the privacy of her room 
just didn't come close to the need she had right now. But 
letting others touch her. She just couldn't do that. She 
just couldn't. She might be Paul's sex toy but she wasn't 
really a slut. No other man had touched her and Paul 
hadn't actually fucked her. For all she had been through, 
most of her prudish upbringing hadn't been violated.

"Wha-what kind of touching?"

"None of your business. If you don't want it, we'll go 
home," and Paul turned toward the car.

"NO!!" she shouted. Again her instincts had betrayed her, 
or maybe shown the true Anne. "No, I don't want to 
leave."

Paul put his jacket on the parking lot and pushed Anne 
down so she was kneeling on it looking up at him. Paul 
reached down and put his thumb in her mouth. Anne 
automatically started to suck, it was a reassuring thing 
in what was presently a very uncertain world.

"One last thing. I'm really horny right now. I can't wait 
all night before you get me off. I got you off so I think 
its only fair you get me off." 

Anne pulled at her arms and then asked Paul to undo her 
bracelets. "Oh no," he said, "Those stay on for now. 
You're going to have to do it with your mouth."

Anne blanched. Finally here it was, the moment she had 
been dreading up to now. Paul was asking for sex. Her 
mind had never actually addressed the fact that her 
virginity might truly be at stake. Through all of this 
she assumed, since she was a "good girl" and a virgin, 
that sex would somehow be magically avoided.

Paul looked down at Anne as she looked up at him. He used 
his hands to lightly stroke her face. "Beautiful, 
beautiful Anne, you are going to suck my cock. I'm going 
to stick it in your mouth and down your throat. And you 
are going to love it because you are such a slut - aren't 
you?" Anne looked up mesmerized by Paul's face. 

So many conflicting emotions running through her mind. 
She was not really a slut. She was just a 17 year old kid 
playing a grown-up game. But sex, that was a part for 
grown-ups. At the same time, she was hot. She had cum she 
didn't know how many times and had even more cums waiting 
to explode. Her body was telling her to do anything, just 
so she could cum again.

Paul reached out and used one hand under her jaw to hold 
her mouth open. He then used the other to move his thumb 
in and out of her mouth. Anne started sucking again. It 
was something safe to focus on. And it felt good. But 
still, she couldn't, she just couldn't do it.

Then she heard Paul's soft voice telling her that he 
loved her, that she was his little slut, and that she had 
to suck his cock. Because a slut sucked her boyfriends 
cock. There was no two ways around it and she had to do 
it - she had to.

Suddenly Paul pulled his thumb out of her mouth and there 
was his prick. She had seen it before when jacking him 
off but it had never looked this menacing before. Paul 
put one hand on the back of her head forcing her head 
toward his prick while the other held her jaw open. She 
didn't resist. Paul moved her and then his prick was in 
her mouth. Paul held it there, barely in her mouth, and 
told her to suck it. 

He was telling her that that's what a slut did, when a 
prick was in her mouth she sucked it. Paul's' voice 
mesmerized her, telling her that he loved his sweet 
little whore and that she had to suck his cock. The voice 
kept repeating in her head. Pretty soon it seemed like a 
message, not from Paul, but from within her.

Up to now, Paul had actually been bringing out parts of 
Anne that had always existed. Parts that normally would 
be counterbalanced but parts of her nonetheless. Now for 
the first time he took her beyond what was really Anne. 
As Anne started to suck, a part of her died.

It was not a blaring event. But Anne felt part of herself 
permanently betrayed. She had crossed a line. And she 
started to cry. Not major sobbing, but the tears started 
flowing out of her eyes, down her cheeks, and dripping 
onto Paul's jacket.

She continued to suck Paul's cock, just as she had his 
thumb. Paul held her head and fucked her mouth. And she 
heard his voice quietly repeating, "That's a good little 
slut. Good little sluts suck their master's cock. this is 
what you are supposed to be doing." It kept repeating 
again and again as she sucked, in rhythm with the cock 
going in and out of her mouth. And again, after awhile, 
it seemed like the message was actually coming from 
within her.

Paul looked down at Anne. She looked so beautiful with 
her hands behind her back, her chest stuck out with the 
tits clearly visible, and her mouth quietly sucking on 
his cock. And most beautiful of all, the constant trail 
of tears dripping down her face. Tears so constant that 
he had obviously broken some strong limit that used to be 
within her.

Cumming was almost anti-climatic. Anne didn't even seem 
to realize Paul had cum, continuing to mechanically suck 
until he pulled his cock out. Paul knelt down next to her 
and held her. And Anne sobbed and sobbed into Paul's 
shoulder over what she had lost. She wanted it back so 
bad but it was gone forever.

Finally, Paul stood Anne up to take her into the club. 
Anne was still crying but he didn't want to spend the 
rest of the night in the parking lot. As the entered, the 
bouncer demanded an ID for Anne. Needless to say, she 
didn't have one. Paul the offered to let the bouncer play 
with her tits if he let them in.

Suddenly Anne woke from her fog. What had Paul just said. 
Suddenly there were a pair of hands mashing her tits. She 
tried to move away but Paul was holding her. Oh god, this 
couldn't be happening. She didn't know this person. She 
wasn't some slut anyone could handle. Oh please stop her 
eyes begged Paul.

Paul finally pulled her away to the rude "nice honkers" 
from the bouncer. She hung her head in shame. She was now 
not just Paul's slut, but the slut of anyone he gave her 
to. The next several hours were pure hell for Anne, even 
though she spent most of it aroused or cumming.

Paul had her dance with a different man every dance. And 
they all took advantage of her hands locked behind her 
back to play with her tits and cunt. Some just reached in 
and got her off. Those weren't so bad. But most of them 
made her beg for it. 

She had to tell them exactly what she wanted, what a 
whore she was. And she had to listen to them telling her 
that she was the dirtiest most perverted little slut they 
had ever met. And she came and came and came. Each dance 
was one long climax. And the whole time she knew that she 
was nothing but a piece of fuck meat to all of her 
partners. Most of them actually came in their pants while 
dancing with her.

And each dance others looked at her as she was brought 
off. No one made any big secret about it. The slow songs 
were the worst because everyone on the dance floor could 
hear her begging to be jerked off, and then cumming. 
After an hour of this, Paul undid her bracelets so her 
hands could move in front. But he then had her jack off 
her dance partner. There she would be, stroking someone's 
cock on the dance floor while everyone watched. And with 
her busy the men didn't bother to get her off, so she 
didn't have her orgasms to hide behind.

And each of them, as they came, would hold her close. Her 
hands, and the front of her dress became totally covered 
with jism. She would walk off the dance floor and each 
time people would see the growing patch of whit semen all 
over the front of her dress. That had to be the worst, 
walking off the floor with everyone looking at the cum 
covered slut. 

Toward the end of the evening men were starting to push 
for a turn at her. It became clear that not everyone 
would get a chance. Paul started sending out two men at 
once, one for each hand. Then, as soon as one had cum, he 
would leave and another would go out to her on the dance 
floor. It stopped those terrible walks off with everyone 
looking at her. But instead, it was now so obvious that 
everyone else had stopped dancing and stood in a circle 
watching her.

Pretty soon two wasn't enough and there were 2 more, one 
sliding his prick against the front of her dress and one 
against the back. Pretty soon cum had coated all sides of 
her dress. Then someone tried pulling up the back of her 
dress. Paul stopped him and pushed everyone back - thank 
god. She had almost lost her virginity.

But it was still a dangerous situation. There were about 
40 or 50 men who all had monster hard-ons surrounding 
her. Paul forced her down to her knees and had everyone 
gather around her. There were too many for Anne to get 
them off, so he told her to play with herself to turn 
them on. She looked at him, she couldn't do that. It 
wasn't a question of would she, she just psychologically 
couldn't. Then Paul got down next to her and whispered 
"if you aren't very careful, you'll get raped by 40 guys 
and I can't stop it. Play with your pussy and tits - and 
stay kneeling. If you lay down you'll be raped."

Anne realized she had to and brought a hand to her pussy 
and started rubbing. She started talking dirty to all of 
the men, "Please cum all over my slutty little face, 
please jack off over the little whore. I'm a little slut 
and I need to feel your cum all over my face. Please give 
me your cum." And as Anne talked she pulled up the front 
of her cum-encrusted dress and started rubbing her clit 
as fast as she could. The other hand went to squeeze her 
boob. 

That was all it took. Pricks started exploding. There 
were so many people a lot missed her. But a lot got on 
her too. I had never seen someone drowned in cum before. 
But Anne was. She had cum covering every part of her 
body. What a delicious little piece of fuck meat. And as 
the cum started landing the most amazing thing happened. 
Anne started cumming. 

Cum after cum wracked her young body. The utter 
degradation of having 40 strange cocks pour their semen 
on her had her hitting a level of climax she had never 
before achieved. The whole way home in the car Anne was 
playing with her clit and scooping cum with the other 
hand into her mouth. She never stopped having an orgasm 
the entire way home.


Chapter 7 - The Next Few Weeks
******************************


Poor Anne, when she dropped by the next week, Paul showed 
her the tape a friend of mine had made of the entire 
evening. What that tape showed was not a young girl, but 
a insatiable cum receptacle. With some very minor editing 
it showed a girl who got off on the filthiest 
degradation. Who could never get enough cum. And who came 
and came repeatedly. 

After showing it, in front of her Paul put the tape in a 
box addressed to her dad. Anne turned white as a ghost. 
She suddenly realized that the old tape was tame stuff 
compared to this. For this her dad might very well kill 
her. She turned to me with the look of an animal that 
knows it is about to die. "Don't worry sweet slut," Paul 
told her. "This will remain here as long as you behave 
yourself." And then Paul slapped Anne as hard as he 
could. Anne's hands flew to her cheek as the tears 
started and she backed away from Paul.

"Come back here NOW Anne. In front of me with your hands 
down or by god, I'll drive the tape over to your father 
now."

Anne stepped back braced for another slap. Paul reached 
up but didn't slap. Instead he gently pushed her 
shoulders down, and moved her head so it was back 
normally, not all tensed up. Then he slapped her again on 
the other cheek, as hard as he could.

Anne dropped to the floor crying, "Why Paul, what do you 
want me to do, just tell me?" she begged.

"Get back up NOW!" he said pulling her up. Paul's hands 
went to move her around again but Anne knew what would 
follow and stayed tensed up. "If you're not going to 
relax tell me now and I'll just take the tape and go."

"Please tell me what I did wrong. Oh god, please don't 
hit me. I'll do anything, just tell me what you want me 
to do," Anne sobbed with tears running down her cheeks.

"I want you to relax and hold still slut. Now do it 
before I loose my patience."

Anne did the best she could, holding still with her eyes 
wild with fright. Paul faked several slaps causing Anne 
to jerk and cry out. Finally, after the fakes slowed her 
down, Paul let out another slap knocking her down again.

"Please, please. Oh my god please tell me what I did!" 
begged Anne. "I'll suck your cock, I'll fuck you, I'll do 
anything you want." 

Paul pulled her up as she kept babbling with fear. The 
look in her eyes had him hard as a rock. It was pure 
victim. She didn't want to get hit but she wouldn't 
defend herself. She would beg and plead and abase 
herself. But she would stand there and take the slap. 
"There is no reason," he said. One more should really get 
the message through.

Paul this time positioned her head perfectly for the 
slap. He lined his hand up, making real clear it was 
coming. Anne closed her eyes in anticipation so Paul told 
her to open them. Anne stared at Paul's hand in abject 
fear as he swung and nailed her again.

But during the entire swing, Anne never moved out of the 
way. She didn't know why Paul was hurting her. She knew 
the slap was coming and she stood there and took it. 
Because Paul had the right to do anything to her. With 
those slaps, those unexplained slaps, Paul tore away 
Anne's belief that she could tell Paul no. She was his.

Paul then pushed her down on her knees and had her suck 
him off. However, it wasn't gentle this time. Each time 
he pushed a little further into her mouth ignoring her 
protestations. When Anne put up a hand to hold stop his 
prick from going in as far Paul pulled out, slapped Anne 
twice, and pumped back in, without saying a word. Anne 
kept her hands down.

Pretty soon he was into her throat and then he was all 
the way banging her nose into his crotch. Her young 
throat felt so good around his cock with her gagging 
massaging his cock. Paul started holding his cock in for 
20 seconds and then letting it our for Anne to take a 
breath. Anne couldn't breathe. 

The last time out she hadn't gotten a good breath and now 
Paul was down her throat again. She had to breathe, she 
reached up and pushed at Paul, trying to get him to back 
out. Paul pulled out and looked at her. She knew it was 
coming and held her face up for it. But he didn't slap 
her. 

She opened up her eyes to see him looking at her. He 
turned around and then he was holding something in his 
hands. Paul flicked one of her tits with his finger. It 
hurt but it made her nipple stick out. Then suddenly her 
tit was in agony. She reached for her tit but Paul held 
her arms. She looked down and saw an alligator clip on 
her tit squeezing it.

Paul then handed her the second clip and nodded toward 
her other nipple. Oh god no she thought. I can't stand to 
have that on there. I can't put it there. Then she heard 
him say, "I can put it on your clit if you'd rather." 

She had to do it. She was Paul's' sex toy and that's what 
he wanted. She reached up and tried to gently release the 
clip on her nipple. It still hurt like crazy.

Paul the grabbed her head and started fucking her throat 
again, holding her head by the sides. She now had even 
more trouble breathing because her nipples hurt so much 
that she sometimes forgot to take a breath. But even when 
she was about to pass out she didn't raise her hands. Not 
to push Paul, not to save her nipples.

And then Paul rammed her head against his cock, almost 
breaking her nose against his pelvic bone and he pumped 
his cum directly into her stomach. He held his cock all 
the way in her throat for the next 3 minutes but his cock 
got small enough that she could breathe around it. Then 
as she looked up at him in fear, Paul reached down and 
removed the clips. 

Finally - relief. 

Anne held her mangled tits and waited to see what was 
next. After what had transpired, the rest was pretty 
tame. Paul had Anne watch porno flicks. Every afternoon 
when she could come over, he had her watch the videos 
while playing with herself. Anne actually came to enjoy 
this. The films turned her on and playing with the 
vibrator felt good too.

It was not the kind of climaxes she had when Paul dragged 
her through the gutter. But it was pleasant cum after 
pleasant cum. And after the first afternoon, it was a 
welcome relief.

Sometime while watching Paul would walk in and have her 
blow him. Nothing major, just a blow job and then back to 
the movie. Paul even had her use the vibrator on herself 
while blowing him so she got off too. And occasionally 
Paul would have her get on all fours facing the TV screen 
and would spank her bottom while she watched. Anne 
actually found herself looking forward to the spanking 
sessions since that turned her on more than just 
watching.

Of course, Paul was careful to pick out the right kind of 
videos. He never got any that had scenes of men and women 
in love with each other. Instead, all the videos were 
ones where men used the women. And over time the films 
got nastier and nastier until Paul was showing Anne 
European films that couldn't be rented in the US.

Meanwhile, every day Anne wore her butt plug, removing it 
only to shit and shower. And each week Paul gave Anne a 
slightly bigger plug to help open up her ass. One day 
Paul gave Anne an enema bag and told her to start using 
that daily, increasing the volume regularly and reporting 
the size she could take.

And through all of this Anne tried to live a normal life 
away from Paul. She went to school, worked at the video 
store, and spent time at home with her family. However, 
Paul was always there somehow. Every morning and night 
when she used her vibrator, his face filled her fantasy. 

One Sunday he met her at church just before the service. 
The slipped into a bathroom and Paul gave Anne an enema 
and then plugged it with her butt plug. Anne spent the 
entire service next to her father, wanting to release the 
enema and unable to during the service, and afterward 
when she had to walk around with her parents. 

Finally she got away and released it. And finally Paul 
gave her tapes to play on her Walkman when she was 
jogging. The tapes were a combination of the sound from 
porno movies, and Anne's commenting about herself while 
cumming. And behind it all, was Paul's soft voice telling 
her how she was his slut, and that she was his to use 
however she pleased.

Anne would be jogging down the street, normal people all 
around her, and she would be hearing people fucking or 
herself in the throes of passion. She was hearing this so 
often while viewing everyday normal life that she started 
to associate everything with sex. It was never off her 
mind. 

On the weekend they would go dancing. But it was always 
so tame compared to the last time that Anne never 
objected to anything. Paul would play with her tits while 
ordering from the waitress. Or he would spread Anne's 
legs and life her skirt and play with her clit for people 
sitting across from them.

Many times he had Anne scrunch down, spread her legs, and 
pull her pussy lips apart to show others the view under 
the table. He started training her to never sit on her 
skirt, but to always raise the back of it. For many of 
her tight dresses this had the effect of pulling the 
skirt to her waist, clearly showing her pussy. But Paul 
allowed no exceptions.

Anne came to accept that others would see her tits and 
pussy. Every time she showed any modesty, Paul took a 
belt to her ass and beat it out of her. And Anne much 
preferred showing her cunt to being whipped. So when they 
went out, it just became a fact of life to Anne that 
others would see her cunt. She was Paul's slut and that 
was that.

And when they slow danced, Paul would usually play with 
her pussy. Anne loved that, out there in the middle of 
all those people being brought to a quiet orgasm. And at 
least once per evening she would return the favor, 
bringing Paul to orgasm, staining the front of her dress. 

As she continued to watch the porno films each afternoon, 
she started to see women tied down and whipped lightly, 
the whippings became heavier and heavier. Women were 
pierced. Women drank piss, Women fucked dogs. But each 
time something new was introduced, it was a gradual 
change.

And Anne had become so conditioned to climaxing 
constantly while watching, that she kept climaxing to 
more and more depraved acts. And they were turning her 
on. Anne loved seeing a woman treated in the vilest 
manner.

Pretty soon there wasn't anything worse to get for Anne. 
So he had her pick favorite parts to watch again and 
again. Anne found herself judging the films and repeating 
the scenes where women were treated the worst. She was 
selecting knowing what Paul wanted. But in the course of 
making those selections, she was making her own 
preference be for the films where the woman was treated 
the worse.

And this was Anne's "normal" life. To watch women 
tortured unmercifully every afternoon and to get off on 
it. To jog around town in everyday places listening to 
tapes of violent sex. To go out Saturday night and 
arrange her dress so men could easily see her cunt and 
tits. Wearing an ass plug constantly. Giving herself an 
enema daily. And using vibrators every night and morning.

All this poured into the mind of an impressionable young 
17-year-old girl who had never known love, had never been 
told there was another way, and who had all the normal 
worries of a high school senior, homework, parents, 
friends. The mind is a wonderful thing. Make almost 
anything routine and the mind will adapt to handle it. 
Anne remained a well adjusted teen girl, at least it 
appeared so.


Chapter 8 - Halloween
*********************


Both Paul and Anne had been very careful to keep Anne's 
"normal" life separate from her life with Paul. Just a 
whisper of Anne's seeing an older man, older being anyone 
out of High School, would bring way too much scrutiny 
from Ann's father, and possibly the police. Paul did not 
want to see that happen. And Anne, she would never be 
able to face anyone ever again if the truth came out. So 
Anne lived two lives.

But with a Halloween dance at Anne's school, Paul was 
determined to go with her. With a costume on, no one 
would know who he was, or his age. Anne on the other hand 
felt depressed when Paul told her that he would go with 
her. She did not understand why but inside her, school 
had been her refuge from Paul and her family. School was 
the one place where she could relax with her friends and 
just have the worries and problems of every other 17-
year-old girl. School was where the real Anne lived.

But Paul didn't ask Anne if she wanted him to go. And 
Anne didn't offer Paul her opinion - not on anything. So 
Anne was going to the dance with Paul. She arrived Friday 
evening at Paul's house as instructed. Paul then laid out 
her costume for her. It was a bridal gown. Anne was 
uneasy as soon as she saw the gown. This wasn't right. 

Marriage was something very special to her. Like most 
young girls, she knew that someday she would find the 
right boy and they would get married. And that day would 
forevermore be one of the most special days in her life. 
Marriage was for love and caring and a lifetime 
commitment with that one special boy. Anne's eyes started 
to mist over as she thought of someday finding that boy 
and being happily married. And then, with a word from 
Paul she was shaken out of her daydream.

"Get dressed my little whore wife."

NO, no he couldn't drag this dream down into the gutter 
with her. Not this. It would mean that when she really 
got married, it would just be a reminder of one more sex 
game Paul played with his little whore. He couldn't do 
this to her. He couldn't destroy what would someday be 
the most special day of her life. He just couldn't take 
that away from her.

"Oh no Paul, please not that dress. I can't dress as a 
bride, I just can't. Oh god, please don't make me do it." 
And with that Anne threw herself at Paul's feet sobbing 
and holding his feet and begging him to let her wear 
something else.

Paul was totally taken aback by this. He had plans for 
later in the evening that would make the dress 
appropriate. But he had never expected this kind of 
reaction. Just the thought of wearing it was devastating 
Anne. He really, really needed to take this into 
consideration.

Paul crouched down and pulled Anne up so she was kneeling 
too, facing up to him. He had never seen a face so full 
of anguish and despair. Anne was shivering with fear. So 
much so that she would probably have fallen over if he 
hadn't been holding her.

"Dear, dear Anne," Paul said softly stroking her face. 
"Don't you love me. 

Don't you love me more than anything?"

"Ye-yes Paul, I love you. Oh dear god I love you. But 
please do---" Paul put a finger on her lips and shushed 
her. Then he went back to stroking her face. "And I love 
you my little piece of fuck-meat. You're my sweet little 
whore. You're my special little hot cunt."

And with each word Paul said Anne shook as though hit. 
Her poor little mind didn't know how to take the loving 
words that also called her a slut. The gentle hand 
stroking her face as Paul continued to tell her how he 
loved to watch her suck his cock and spread his cum all 
over her face. Her mind wanted to both hold Paul for 
saying he loved her and run for being called a slut.

Paul continued to talk to Anne watching her get wound up 
tighter and tighter. "Such a beautiful little girl when 
you lie back and masturbate while watching porno videos. 
I love you so much when I see you dancing with other men 
jacking their cocks off onto the front of your dress. 
Such a vision of loveliness when you spread your legs 
under the table and pull your pussy lips apart to show 
other men your cunt. I dream of you every night, thinking 
of you at home, using your vibrator on your clit, while 
your parents are sleeping in the room next to yours."

And Anne got more and more confused. Paul was talking in 
the gentle voice of a kind man who loved her. And he was 
telling her that. But with each comment about the acts he 
made her perform, she wanted to scream and run away. God, 
her shaking was getting so bad she had to put both arms 
around Paul's neck to not fall over.

Yes, she was a slut. But Paul loved her that way. It was 
ok that she was a slut, no - no it wasn't. She wasn't 
really a slut. She was a good girl. Yes, she really was - 
wasn't she. But no, a good girl wouldn't do all those 
things. She was a slut and Paul loved her anyways. Even 
with everything she had done, he still loved her. But no, 
no, she--

Paul saw her eyes go totally vacant and her shaking 
become even more pronounced, he reached down to her clit 
and started rubbing while whispering to her, "Whore, 
cunt, slut, fuck-meat, cum for me you little slut - you 
know that's what you want. Cum all over my fingers and 
show me what a whore you are."

No, he couldn't be doing this to her. What kind of slut 
did he think she was trying to get her to cum now. She 
wasn't a -- oh my god, "NO! NO! NO, OH GOD NO PLEASE GOD 
NO!" Anne shouted as she started to cum. 

She didn't know it, but her mind was so overwhelmed, it 
needed anything to release all the tension it was under - 
anything. And so it released through the cum. And 
released and released and released. Paul stopped rubbing 
her clit and still, Anne climaxed for about 5 minutes. It 
was the strongest cum she had ever had.

And the entire time, Paul held her close and whispered 
lovingly in her ear "That's it, cum my little cunt. I 
love you my little slut. Just let it go my little whore. 
Show me how you need to cum and cum and cum my sweet, 
sweet piece of trash."

And the words kept pounding into Anne's mind as the cum 
rolled on and on and on. And to not get totally lost in 
the anarchy her mind was in, she clung to the one rock 
that was available. She held on to Paul. And she fastened 
her mind on to the fact that he loved her. Paul loved her 
and would save her. It was all ok...

Finally the orgasm stopped and Anne slumped in Paul's 
arms. Paul stroked her head for a minute and then stood 
her up. Anne was on automatic pilot. She just stood there 
as Paul dressed her. First he put a white corset on her. 

It went from her waist to the bottom of her breasts.

Paul then tightened and tightened it. Because Anne was so 
zoned out, her body didn't fight the tightening at all 
and Paul was able to reduce her waist by 7", more than 
ever before. She now was almost a character of the 
perfect feminine waist.

After that came white lace stockings and gloves. The 
gloves went almost to her shoulders. And both the gloves 
and stockings had a special feature. Sewn in at the wrist 
and ankle were very unobtrusive restraints. Even looking 
close it merely looked like heavy lace with a decorative 
shoestring. But once Paul tied up the shoestring Anne 
could not remove them and the loops in the shoestring 
could be used to tie her down.

And then came the dress (no underwear for Ann on her 
wedding night). It didn't have a train because that 
wouldn't work at the party. What it did have was almost 
100 buttons that buttoned from the throat (where the 
collar could also be used as a restraint) to the hem at 
the floor. From the hips down it billowed out with 
multiple petticoats underneath. But from the waist up it 
was skin tight, giving Anne that virginal look all 
wedding dresses achieve, while still fully displaying and 
incredibly sexy body.

Paul buttoned up most of the buttons, leaving Anne's 
breasts exposed for the moment. And then he put Anne's 
wedding hat on her, complete with veil. There she stood, 
a vision of loveliness, the radiant bride, waiting for 
her groom.

Now Paul couldn't let anyone see him. One look at his 
face would let people know he was in his mid 20s. So he 
had rented a gorilla suit. And over the gorilla suit he 
wore a tuxedo. So Anne had her groom - a gorilla. After 
Paul dressed he walked over to Anne and pushed her to her 
knees. He then pulled out his cock (a popular feature in 
the gorilla costume was a removable crotch piece), lifted 
Anne's veil, and pushed his cock into Anne's mouth.

Anne started sucking automatically. And with that she 
woke out of her daze. Here she was in her wedding dress, 
with a beast as a groom, sucking his cock. That was only 
right for a slut like her. She did not deserve a normal 
wedding with a nice young boy. No, for her wedding she 
belonged on her knees, blowing the man she loved. A man 
who was a beast, which a dirty piece of scum like her was 
lucky to have.

And tears started rolling down Anne's cheeks as the dream 
within her, that special dream in every young girl, about 
that special wedding that would some day happen, as that 
dream was replaced by the reality of what would be. That 
some day, the little whore would drop to her knees, blow 
her groom, so he might be willing to marry a sleazy 
tramp.

Paul looked down and saw the tears. God how he loved to 
watch her cry. He loved that more than anything else he 
thought. If he could have her constantly in tears, 
constantly crying for parts of her soul she was loosing, 
then, well life would be just about perfect.

Paul reached down and pushed Anne's head away from his 
prick. He then pulled her veil down and pushed his cock, 
with the veil around it, into Anne's mouth. 

"That's it my blushing virginal bride. Suck my cock 
through your veil. Whenever you wear a veil again you can 
think of sucking my cock through it. Won't you love your 
wedding when you walk down the aisle and all you can 
think of is my cock coming through your veil, into your 
mouth?"

And with his words Anne's tears became even more 
pronounced, gushing down her cheeks to land in her lap. 
Yes she was just a cock-sucking whore. And that's all she 
would be when she got married. 'Oh god Paul, don't ever 
leave me,' she thought. No other man would be willing to 
marry someone as slutty as her. Oh please don't ever 
leave me.

And then Paul started to cum. He pulled his cock out of 
her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her still exposed 
breasts. He then wiped his cock off on her chest and put 
it away. "Button up your dress whore, you don't want your 
friends to know what a dirty slut you are."

Anne looked down through her tears. There was cum all 
over her chest. She sobbed even harder as she buttoned 
the dress up, mashing the cum between her wedding dress 
and her tits. Anne, the little girl would still have her 
dream of someday having that special wedding. But that 
dream would always include having fresh cum on her tits 
while walking down the aisle. Another little piece of 
Anne had died.

Anne and Pail had a fun, and relatively normal time at 
the party. There wasn't much Paul could do there if he 
wanted. So instead, he acted as though there were bride 
and groom, about to get married. 

And Anne, Anne was in heaven. Paul, who she loved so very 
much, was there by her side and being just wonderful. 
Anne was actually, for the first time in her life, seeing 
how a normal relationship worked. Anne didn't know it was 
normal. She found it very strange. But she also found it 
wonderful.

And the euphoria swept her up into the play-acting. Yes 
they were bride and groom, about to get married. And it 
was Halloween, and kids were drinking in the corners, so 
what was one pair acting as though it was their wedding. 
Totally normal by any standards.

Yes thought Anne, this is wonderful. I'm in love with a 
wonderful man that I'm going to marry. And he loves me 
and everything will be so wonderful. Not even the dried 
cum on the inside of her wedding dress could spoil it.

On the drive back from the party to Paul's house Anne 
laid back and floated on a cloud. This had been the most 
wonderful night of her life. Yes, everything was 
wonderful.

When they got to the house Paul insisted on carrying Anne 
in through the doorway. He then looked down on the 
serenely happy face and smiled. She was so completely 
happy right now, he couldn't imagine a better setup. 

"Well my blushing bride, its our wedding night. And you 
know what that means don't you?" Paul asked as he headed 
toward his bedroom. It took a couple of seconds to sink 
in through the euphoria and then Anne started to realize, 
oh god no - he can't be planning to have sex with me. oh 
god no.

Paul say the horror creep onto Anne's face and smiled 
again. Yes, as he had thought, from the heights of 
ecstasy to the depths of despair. This was going to be 
one hell of a ride for her tonight. He had guessed as 
much, Anne hadn't really believed that they would ever 
have sex. 

Yes, Paul had dragged Anne through a lot. But he hadn't 
had to override any of her central beliefs. He made her 
masturbate - but that certainly didn't go against any 
basic instincts. And she watched porno films that 
completely degraded women. But the truth was she had come 
to get turned on by those and Paul was a good excuse for 
watching them. 

Even the blow-jobs weren't that bad. Around school they 
were discussed as the last-ditch safety valve. If a 
boyfriend was too insistent. If they both got too hot and 
heavy, well a blow-job was ok then. It was a totally 
different area of the body. It wasn't sex.

But sex. No she couldn't have sex. It was so 
inconceivable to her that they would have sex that she 
had never really seriously considered it. Sex was for 
that one special boy when she got married. And there was 
not just 17 years of her parent's message, there was 
millions of years of evolution behind this. No sex except 
for that one special boy.

And when that special boy would have come along, it would 
have taken months to build up to the point where they had 
sex. She had no experience of slowly blossoming love that 
leads to that beautiful act of making love. Her mind had 
not learned how to tie the two together and use making 
love to build on the love between two people.

Suddenly Anne's body started struggling. Paul almost 
dropped her at first, but then grabbed tighter and 
stepped into the bedroom.

"NO! I WON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. LET ME GO RIGHT 
NOW. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE ABOUT 
ANYTHING, LET ME GO, LET ME GO." Anne started shouting.

Paul threw her down on the bed, threw himself on top of 
her, and went to work fastening first her arms, and then 
her legs to the straps he had waiting. "You're not going 
anywhere my little slut bride. It's our wedding night and 
I'm going to fuck your cherry. And it was so sweet that a 
little whore like you kept her cherry for our wedding 
night."

"OH GOD NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO. SEND MY 
FATHER THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE JUST LET ME GO RIGHT 
NOW. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. I'M NOT A WHORE, I'M NOT, 
I'M NOT!!" Anne was screaming now and struggling as hard 
as she could against the straps tying her down.

Paul watched her frantically trying to get away while 
unbuttoning her skirt from the hem to the waist. He had 
expected resistance, but not this much. This wasn't a 
timid creature that had to be pushed into place. This was 
the real Anne fighting to save herself. This was a 
creature that would not relent.

Paul suddenly realized that he could easily loose her 
tonight. She had to return home or the police would be 
called. And if he didn't break this inner Anne who had 
surfaced, she would never return. Oh yes, he could ruin 
her life. But he would still have lost Anne. And he 
didn't want that to happen. He loved this wild creature 
he had tamed. He loved her more than anything. And to 
keep that love, he needed to break her.

"LET ME GO, LET ME GO!! YOU CAN'T RAPE ME YOU CAN'T!! 
I'LL TELL THE POLICE! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! LET ME GO 
LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH."

With that Paul put his cock at the entrance of Anne's 
pussy and pressed it in. "I'm raping you, you little 
whore. How does it feel to have your little slut pussy 
raped you fucking cunt?"

"NO! NO! NO! DEAR GOD NO!! TAKE IT OUT! OH PLEASE TAKE IT 
OUT! DON'T RAPE ME! DEAR GOD DON'T RAPE ME!!"

"Feel my cock rape your wet hole. Tell me no, tell me no 
all you want and I'll keep fucking your slit. You're a 
whore and whore's need to be fucked. Slut, cunt hole 
whore fuck you fuck you fuck you."

And as Anne fought and screamed, her body started to 
respond. And Paul kept talking to her, telling her what 
he thought of her as he fucked her. And Anne's body 
responded more and more, and yet she was totally 
oblivious to that response.

Until it mid-protest she came. "OH GOD NO!! NO THIS CAN'T 
BE HAPPENING!! NO! NO! OH GOD!!!" and as Paul continued 
to pump and Anne continued to climax her cries turned to 
ones of joy, "OH YES! YESSS! OH DEAR GOD YESSSS!!"

"Its not rape if you cum slut. You can call it rape but 
if you're loving it its not rape. Look at you, I raped 
you and you're such a dirty little whore you're cumming. 
What a disgusting little slut. You just love having a 
cock up your pussy don't you whore?"

Anne looked at Paul in shock. No, no that wasn't true. It 
was rape, He was raping her. She looked up at him and 
panted between climaxes, "No, you're raping me you-- 
ooohh shit, oohh god, oohh -- yo-you're raping meeee 
ooohhh GOD!!"

And they argued for the next 3 minutes. God she has a 
strong will thought Paul. And all during that time he 
kept pumping his cock into Anne and she kept cumming and 
cumming, arguing and fighting between climaxes. And 
finally Paul said "ok slut, its rape, tell me to stop, 
tell me to stop fucking you - TELL ME NOW TO STOP YOU 
FUCKING WHORE." And then Paul fucked has hard and fast as 
he could.

And Anne looked up, started to say something, and came, 
and came, and came, and then she started to say stop, but 
she couldn't she just couldn't the cums were too 
powerful. And then she broke. She couldn't say stop. She 
had to keep cumming. "OH YES, OH YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! 
OH GOD! HARDER, FASTER!! YES, OH GOD YES! FUCK MEEEE!!!"

And inside Anne, a very important part of what made Anne 
crumpled up and blew away in the winds generated by her 
voice screaming at Paul to fuck her. And as it left, Anne 
tried to recapture it, but another cum hit, and she asked 
Paul to fuck her again.

And Anne realized what she had lost. She had lost her 
moral limits. If this wall could be torn down, than any 
wall could be torn down. She had lost her willpower. Oh 
god, she had lost everything. And with that, giant sobs 
took over Anne's body and rivers of tears flowed down her 
cheeks. 

And Paul continued to pump and Anne continued to have 
giant climax after giant climax, and sobbing and crying 
at the same time. And Paul looked down and knew he had 
never seen her as beautiful as she was now. And this 
beautiful broken creature was his.

The next 5 days Anne came over she always put up a fight 
at first. But each time Paul would tie her down and fuck 
her till she begged for more. And then she didn't fight 
anymore. And then Paul made Anne beg to be fucked.

And Anne came to love being fucked by Paul. But each 
time, in the back of her mind, a little voice would tell 
her that it was wrong, very wrong. And that she was a 
slut for enjoying it and asking for it. And usually, when 
she came, Anne would cry from the shame. And Paul was 
very happy.


Chapter 9 - An New Body
***********************


Life was good. Anne was getting more and more wrapped up 
in the porno movies she watched. She loved being fucked 
from behind by Paul while watching a woman being tortured 
on the screen. She was dressing and acting even more 
slutty when they went out, flashing her pussy at anyone 
who looked, without Paul even having to tell her to.

Anne always sat with her legs spread and never sat on the 
back of her dress. Her tight dresses spent more time up 
around her waist than pulled down over her ass and cunt. 
Paul had fucked her several times seated at the table, 
and even once on the dance floor.

Then one day he realized what was bothering him. He owned 
Anne's mind but she still owned her body. Not control of 
her body but the body itself. He had taken her will and 
bent and destroyed it until she had no will except for 
what he allowed.

But her body still looked like the body of the girl who 
used to be her own person. And while she had a nice body, 
a killer body in fact, her tits were only B and watching 
the films, Paul had grown accustomed to the over-inflated 
breasts that most of the new porn stars had.

Just the thought of DD breasts glued to Anne's petite 
little frame got Paul so hot that he grabbed Anne's head 
and pumped a load down her throat in 10 seconds.

And the face. It was beautiful but it had to change. Paul 
didn't want anything different in particular, he just 
wanted to change Anne. Then she would be completely a 
creature of his own making, body and soul. And so Paul 
dipped a little further into his savings. And he found a 
plastic surgeon who was willing to work on Anne. 

The doctor merely thought that Anne was an eager 
participant and just wanted to hide the operation from 
her parents. But for the money Paul was paying, he didn't 
really care to press too hard about some of the requests. 
Because after all, money was money.

But it did have to be kept hidden from Anne's parents. 
This required two steps. The first was that Anne's 
breasts had to "naturally" grow over the next several 
months. So Paul had Anne start wearing a padded bra. Paul 
didn't tell Anne why. And Anne didn't argue with Paul 
anymore. What was a padded bra compared to jerking off 20 
strange men in the parking lot outside a club, shooting 
their semen all over her face. If Paul wanted her tits to 
look bigger, then that's what Anne would do. 

"You're such a little slut my dear," Paul said stroking 
her face and explaining it to her. "And sluts have big 
slut tits. You need to make everyone think you have big 
tits so they know you're a slut. And as your chest gets 
bigger and bigger everyone will start to think of you as 
a whore. They may not say it but they'll know it."

And Anne looked up at Paul and knew he was right. Yes she 
was a whore and a slut. And she needed to have whore tits 
so everyone knew what a dirty little slut she was. So she 
wore the padded bras everywhere, even under her nightgown 
in bed at night. Because if her parents found out she was 
wearing a padded bra, that she wanted to have tits that 
big, there would be no end of hell to pay.

And every week, when Paul would give her a slightly 
larger bra, she would get more and more stares at her 
chest. Pretty soon she noticed that the boys at school 
never looked at her face anymore. They would stare at her 
chest - their gaze riveted on her swelling mounds. She 
even caught her father looking at her at times in a 
totally different way.

Yes, yes, this was only right. Everyone was now seeing 
the true Anne. Anne the whore. Anne the big-titted whore. 
And every once in a while Anne would see someone who used 
to be a friend, some who liked her for her, staring at 
her growing udders and fantasizing about them, and 
something would catch in her throat. Because she wasn't 
the kind of girl who had friends - no she was a whore who 
was there for boys to fuck. And then one Saturday the 
doctor was ready and Paul sat Anne down and explained to 
her what was going to happen. 

"You've been pretending that you're a big titted cow for 
2 months now. But you don't really have whore tits. All 
you really have is little girl breasts. You're just a 
little baby." 

Anne didn't know what to say to Paul. He was the one who 
wanted her to wear the bras. She couldn't help how her 
body looked. What did he want her to do. Oh god, please 
don't let him decide that she wasn't good enough. Why did 
she have to have this little girl body. It wasn't fair. 
And she started to cry despairing that her body wasn't 
good enough. 

Paul smiled, "Its ok my precious little slut. Its ok. 
We're going to fix it. We'll fix you're little girl body 
and turn it into the body of a whore. Into a body to 
match the perverted little slut that lives inside there. 
You have an appointment in 2 hours for a plastic surgeon 
to give you a boob job." 

Anne looked up in shock. What, surgery? A boob job? She 
looked down at her body. That was her. That was Anne. OH 
MY GOD, a boob job meant this would never end. Any boy 
she met, ever, would know she was a whore. They would all 
treat her that way forever. There would never be any 
escape.

Anne suddenly realized, even with all the walls that had 
been knocked down, with all the parts of her that had 
been destroyed, her mind had still hidden away in some 
corner, the hope that someday this would all end. And 
when it ended, she would meet a normal boy, and they 
would lead a normal life.

But the stares her fake chest had caused over the past 
month. EVEN FROM HER OWN FATHER. No, no boy would settle 
down to a normal life with a big titted whore. No, all 
she could be then was a slut - forever. Paul couldn't do 
that, not forever, no not that.

"Please Paul no, please don't make me do this. I'm still 
just a kid. I'm only 17. I don't want to be a whore 
forever. This is forever Paul, please dear god, I can't 
do this. Let me wear the bras. I'll keep wearing the 
bras. I'll fuck you - come on Paul, don't you want to 
fuck my pussy right now." 

Paul looked down at Anne and took her face in his hands. 
"You have to do it Anne, you're a whore. You're a 
complete slut and slut's need big slut udders, not these 
little girl breasts you have now. I love you Anne, I love 
my big titted cow."

But she was still a little girl. Anne wanted to crawl 
back into her mother's arms and have her mother make 
everything all right. Your mommy used to do that when she 
was littler. Her mommy would never hold a big titted cow 
in her arms. Oh dear god, she didn't want to change. This 
body was her, this was Anne, a little scared 17 year old 
child.

Paul looked down and saw the confused little girl looking 
up at him and whimpering. So beautiful and sexy and 
adorable. And how much nicer she would look with big 
whore udders sticking out of that little chest.

"Ok my little slut, ok we won't do it." Paul said 
watching Anne's face light up. "Leave."

Anne looked up confused. Leave? They hadn't done anything 
yet today. Paul hadn't fucked her or had her suck him 
off. She hadn't watched her videos yet. She was so 
looking forward to watching one where one woman had her 
pussy sewed up and another was hung by her tits. Her big 
whore tits Anne recalled with a jerk.

And tonight. They were going out tonight. Paul would make 
her show men her pussy. She would have to dance with men 
and let them feel her up and jack them off. Oh god, Paul 
would probably make her jerk them off in the parking lot. 
Jerk them off all over face and hair.

And as Anne catalogued what she had expected to do that 
day, all the disgusting things she told herself, even 
then, that she detested, she got aroused. Aroused over 
all the times she would cum that day. And how intense it 
would be.

She suddenly heard Paul again - "Get out." 

What, get out? What was wrong. didn't he want her? Didn't 
he want to spend the day together?

"Get out, leave. Leave right now little girl and don't 
come back. I don't have time for a little girl like you. 
Get out of here" Paul said and with that he dropped his 
hands from her face, turned and walked away.

Oh no, OH GOD NO. Paul was throwing her out. They were 
breaking up. No, NOOOO. She loved Paul. She loved him 
more than anything. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't. 
She just couldn't. Anne ran after Paul and threw herself 
at his feet wrapping her arms around his ankles and 
sobbing her heart out. "Oh please god no Paul. I love 
you. I love you. Please don't leave me. Please, please."

Paul smiled. The little whore did love him. Paul crouched 
down and pulled Anne's tear streaked face up to him. "I 
don't have any use for a little girl. Come back when you 
grow up little baby. I need a woman who is a grown up 
big-titted cow. I don't have any use for a little girl 
slut like you. I want a woman whose body shouts out that 
the only thing she could ever possibly be is a slut."

Anne looked up at Paul. Yes, yes she could be a big 
titted cow for him. She could change. Paul had even set 
up the operation for her. Paul loved her so much that he 
was willing to help her change instead of just getting 
rid of her. Oh god, Paul loved her and tried to help her 
and she had blown it. How could she have done this. Yes, 
Paul needed a slut with big tits. She needed to have the 
kind of chest a whore should have. She was Paul's special 
whore. She needed to give him the kind of tits a whore 
should have. Oh god, how could she have been so selfish 
after all Paul had done for her.

"Ok, ok, I'll do it. I'll do it Paul," Anne sobbed up to 
Paul.

"Its more than just your tits slut. He'll change your 
face, he'll reduce your waist, and he'll change the 
tendons in your feet so your feet are only comfortable in 
heels. This is a complete make-over my little love fuck. 
You go in a little 17-year-old baby girl. You come out a 
grown up whore. Do you want that? Do you slut?"

Oh god shuddered Anne. Oh god, she didn't want to do 
this. But she loved Paul. She needed to keep him. And 
Paul needed her to do this. This was important, no 
necessary to Paul. How could she tell him no for 
something so important. Yes, yes she would do this for 
him.

"Yes Paul, whatever you decide. I love you, I love you so 
very much. Yes my love."

"There's one last thing my love..." Paul said tenderly. 
"There's only one way to get this past your parents."

Oh my god, her parents. The bra would have them ready for 
new real boobs. But not changes to her face. What could 
she tell them. "I have to hit you in the face" Paul said, 
actually looking sad. "That way the hospital records that 
you were assaulted, the doctor fixes up your face, but in 
the process it changes.

Anne looked at Paul in fear. Hit her, he had to hit her. 
"No Paul, please no. 

Don't hit me, please don't hit me. I'll work it out with 
my parents. I will. 

I'll make it ok, I promise. Please don't hit me," Anne 
wailed. 

"I love you Anne. I don't want to hurt you. But I have 
to. You can't make it right with your parents otherwise. 
I love you my darling, darling Anne. I'm sorry but I have 
to hit you and break your nose."

Anne looked up at Paul and realized he really didn't want 
to hit her. He did love her. Oh god, he loved her so 
much. He didn't want to hit her and was going to do it 
anyways because he loved her so much. Yes, yes, if he had 
to do it she didn't want to cause him more pain by 
fighting it. "Ok Paul, hit me. Break my nose. Do it, hit 
me," Anne said and looked up at Paul.

Paul cocked his fist back, prepared to swing, and looking 
at Anne suddenly realized, he couldn't do it. He couldn't 
hit this beautiful creature. He loved her too much. He 
loved the little slut. And he lowered his arm. Anne was 
so tensed up for the punch it took her a couple of 
seconds to realize what was happening. He wasn't hitting 
her. Why not? What was wrong. Oh god, did she do 
something wrong.

"I-I-I ca-can't do it," Paul said. "I can't hit you dear 
Anne." 

Relief swept through Anne's body. And then she realized, 
he loved her so much. Oh god, he loved, her he loved her, 
he loved her. But - but he needed a big titted whore. How 
would she get in to the hospital. Oh god, what if left 
her now.

Paul looked over at Anne. "You need to help me Anne. Help 
me hit you." 

Anne looked confused. She had to help him. She couldn't 
do that. It was all she could do to let him hit her. But 
wait, she couldn't lose him. Not after he said he loved 
her. She had to keep Paul, she had to. "Its ok, go ahead 
and hit me," she said. "Its ok, I want you to hit me 
Paul. I love you and I want you to hit me. Please hit me, 
please hit me dear Paul my love," Anne begged.

Paul looked down at her and saw this yearning face that 
loved him. He couldn't do it. He couldn't hit that. "PISS 
ME OFF."

"Wha-what?"

"Piss me off. Get me mad at you. Make me want to hit you, 
you dumb slut."

"You-you-you're mean, you're bad. You-you, oh you're a 
shit. You're a lousy fuck. I love sucking all the other 
men off but not you. I dance with other men because their 
cocks feel so much nicer. My vibrator feels so much 
better than your cock."

And it was starting to work. Paul was starting to get 
pissed at this little tramp. How dare she say things like 
this to him. How dare she. And Anne could see he was 
starting to get worked up. 

She continued to say whatever came into her mind to piss 
Paul off every way she could think of as he got angrier 
and angrier. And then she could see it in his eyes. He 
was ready. Ready to hit. And then she realized what was 
holding him back. Even though he wanted to hit her now, 
his love was stopping him. His love would stop him, no 
matter how mad she got him.

And then she knew what to do. "I don't love you. I don't. 
How could I love someone who can't even hit me. I hate 
you. I hate you Paul." And as she saw Paul swing his fist 
toward her face she shouted "yes hit me, hit m-- OWH OH 
GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH."

And Paul collapsed to his knees next to Anne and gathered 
her in his arms. 

"I love you Anne. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm 
so, so sorry Anne." 

"It's okay Paul. I wanted you to do it. Oh god Paul, it 
hurts so much. Please get me to the hospital. Please 
hurry."

Paul rushed Anne to the hospital. He reported that he had 
seen some bum punch her so he ran over punched the bum 
and rushed her to the hospital. At the hospital they were 
very fortunate, Dr. Smith, an excellent plastic surgeon 
had just had a patient "cancel" and had his team standing 
by. It all worked just as Paul and Dr. Smith had planned.

Paul stayed in the surgery waiting room with Anne's 
family. He was the concerned bystander who had helped a 
stranger out. And with that act, was welcomed into Anne's 
family as a hero. Someone who had rescued their baby from 
some awful stranger. They all talked for hours as Anne 
was in surgery.

Meanwhile, Dr. Smith reduced Anne's nose to a much 
smaller size. The cheeks he moved up. Paul hadn't cared 
how her face changed as long as it was significant. For 
extra effect, Dr. Smith removed most of Anne's eyebrows 
leaving two thin lines.

Next came Anne's waist. The good doctor went in and 
rearranged Anne's organs a little. The idea was to bring 
her waist in by pushing some a little toward the ribcage 
and others into the pelvis. It actually didn't take much 
to make more room. And then he excised virtually all the 
fat in there, cut out two strips of skin, and when sewn 
back up, Anne had a waist that was permanently 4" 
narrower. Even in a swimsuit, with no corset, Anne would 
have an extreme hourglass figure.

The doctor then proceeded on the riskiest part of the 
operation. He had talked to Paul about this and Paul 
though it was worth trying. Instead of using silicone, 
the Doctor was going to put the fat from Anne's stomach 
into her breasts. Normally this wouldn't work. But at 17 
Anne's body was still growing. And her breasts were 
definitely still growing. And the growing body had a 
decent chance of accepting fat from another part of her 
own body.

Finally, after finishing Anne's new natural breasts, the 
doctor moved to her ankles. He shortened her Achilles 
tendon and loosened the tendons on the front of her 
ankle. Anne's feet would now slip into a 5" heel when 
relaxed. And it would be painful and difficult for her to 
hold her feet flat. Finally the doctor injected Anne's 
breasts with a growth hormone to increase the chances of 
her body growing and accepting the transplanted fat. 

Even in the surgery, with surgical clothes draping her 
body, the doctor could see, Anne now had a body designed 
for one thing - sex. He then went out to report to the 
worried parents that their daughter was ok. And to warn 
them that he had had to perform major reconstructive 
surgery on her face. She would still be beautiful, but 
her face would be a little different. Anne's parents were 
so relieved that they didn't care. Their little baby was 
going to be ok.

And the nice young man who rescued their baby, they 
invited him in to the recovery room to see her. When Paul 
started to cry seeing how lovely she looked Anne's 
parents felt even more special toward him. How very nice 
that stranger cared so much. They would have to invite 
him over for dinner.

Anne spent 3 days recovering in the hospital. No one 
thought anything of the nice young man who had rescued 
her coming in regularly to see her - it was an all too 
common situation. And no one noticed that when he was 
alone with her, he would finger fuck Anne to the brink of 
orgasm. And Anne never resisted when Dr. Smith on his 
rounds would let his hands stray from her tits to her 
pussy. She was a whore and whore's didn't complain when 
men felt their pussies.

And Anne saw her breasts. Her giant cow udders. They 
looked obscene on her small petite body. The bra had 
never bothered Anne because she knew it wasn't real. It 
wasn't a part of her. But these were a part of her. And 
it did bother her to see them. Anyone who looked at her 
could only think of one thing, fucking her. And after 
making herself cum each night, she would fall asleep 
crying over what she had become.

Then the day came to get up. Paul helped her get up and 
had thoughtfully provided her with slippers that had a 
heel so she could actually stand up. In her weakened 
state she would not be able to walk flat-footed. Anne 
walked over to the mirror and a stranger looked back at 
her.

Her face, it wasn't her face anymore. It wasn't that much 
different but it wasn't her. Not the face she had slowly 
seen grow up in the mirror the last 17 years. And she 
suddenly realized, this was Paul's face. This was the 
face Paul had selected for her. And he owned her face the 
same way he owned her.

And her waist. God how did it get so small. Her tits 
looked even more oversize on top of her small waist. That 
wasn't a woman's body in the mirror, that was every man's 
wet dream. Suddenly Anne had to go back to the bed. She 
laid down and cried and cried for hours as she realized, 
Anne was gone. She didn't know who that was in the mirror 
but little Anne, a little 17-year-old girl was gone. The 
body in the mirror belonged to the grown up big titted 
whore Paul wanted. And Anne was gone. And the little girl 
Anne trapped inside the cow with the big udders cried and 
cried because she was gone forever.

And Paul sat by her side in the hospital room and stroked 
her hair and told her how beautiful her new whore body 
was and how he loved his little fuck slut. And as he saw 
her cry over the little Anne that was forever gone, he 
loved her more and more.

And Anne realized that she truly was nothing more than a 
big-titted whore, in body as well as in spirit now. That 
she did deserve to have this body. Because all she was a 
fuck toy. All she wanted to be was Paul's slut cunt. And 
that she now had her natural body.

And as she spent the next couple of weeks mostly 
recuperating in bed, she played with herself time and 
time again imagining all the things Paul would now have 
her do with her new slut body. And she came time and time 
again to those fantasies, never understanding why she 
cried after each cum.


Chapter 10 - Dancing
********************


Over the next few weeks Anne learned to cope with her new 
body. The most difficult part was having to wear heels 
everywhere. She even got plastic heels to wear in the 
shower because it hurt too much to stand flat-footed for 
that long.

And all of the shoes Anne wore had very thin heels, Paul 
saw to that. Even at school. Balancing on stiletto heels 
is not always an easy task. And Anne's new chest threw 
off her balance. So she was always in danger of falling. 
This had the effect of making Anne very unsure of herself 
whenever she was standing or walking.

And Anne's new boobs totally threw her off balance. And 
she wasn't used to them so she would constantly bump into 
things or people. Or turn and knock something down with 
them. They were just always getting in her way and 
throwing her off.

The end result was that Anne became very unsure of 
herself physically. The only time she could relax was 
when she was lying down. And she was almost always 
playing with herself or fucking when she was lying down. 
So she started to equate sex with the only time she was 
physically confident of her body.

Anne was alternately repelled and excited by her new 
body. One minute she would look at her giant cow udders 
and shudder at the thought of her whore body. Then she 
would watch a movie where a big-titted whore was being 
tortured and would love squeezing her tits and loving 
how, even with both hands, she could not circle a single 
tit.

Paul had Anne tell him what she enjoyed watching when she 
masturbated to her porno movies. Anne loved watching 
women get pierced with needles. As she saw more and more 
needles pushed into a woman's breasts and ass and pussy 
she would rub her clit faster and faster. And she would 
tell Paul how much she loved watching it. She would tell 
him what was coming next. How the next set of needles 
would go through the woman's clit. And as the woman on 
the screen was screaming in agony, Anne would be 
climaxing and screaming with joy.

Then, as she came of off the climax, Anne would want to 
turn the video off. Without the build up toward a cum the 
films didn't excite her, they disgusted her. And the 
thought that she had just cum while watching it disgusted 
her even more.

But Paul would make her leave the film on, make her 
continue watching it. And make her tell him what she 
loved about it. And Anne would have to talk about the 
parts that minutes ago would have made her cum. She had 
to talk as though watching a needle pressed into a 
woman's breast was exciting and arousing. 

Anne didn't even know herself anymore. Who was this woman 
telling Paul that these movies excited her? How could she 
even pretend that she liked something so vile. And as 
Paul would stroke her face and tell her that she was his 
special love slut, and that he loved watching her cum to 
these videos, she would look at Paul and realize how much 
she loved him, and how special he was to her.

And then Paul would tell her that she was a dirty little 
slut. A whore for dumping cum into. That she was just a 
little piece of fuck meat. That she was only good for one 
thing, but that he loved her anyway. And Anne would 
cringe as he told her this. But then Paul would point to 
her whore body. He would slap her big cow udders and 
remind her that only a whore would have tits that big. 
That only a whore would have a bare pussy and wear heels 
everywhere. That only a whore would sit and watch movies 
like these and get off on them.

And Anne would shake her head back and forth, no, no she 
wasn't what he said. The movies disgusted her. Her big 
whore tits disgusted her. This wasn't her. But even as 
she would be shaking her head, her body would be starting 
to work up again. The thought of how disgusting she acted 
when she was hot, the vision of the dirty little piece of 
hot trash should would be, that vision would get her hot 
again.

Her disgust with herself would turn her back on. And so, 
she was in a vicious cycle, coming down from a cum, 
getting disgusted with the dirty little tramp she had 
become, and getting turned on by the image of the dirty 
little tramp, to cum again.

And Paul would watch her, and talk to her, and see her 
cum again and again, all afternoon long. A sleazy little 
whore using a vibrator and her hands on her pussy, her 
clit, and her tits. And every once in a while he would 
see in her eyes the look of a trapped animal, An animal 
trapped in her own cycle of lust. Wanting to break out 
but not able too.

And with Anne's new body, Paul had had to take her 
shopping again. None of her old clothes fit anymore. But 
that was ok. This time he took her to the lingerie store 
and had her stand in the changing room with the door open 
as the sales girl brought her clothes to try on.

And through it all, other shoppers, mostly women, but a 
few men, would walk by and look in on Anne changing from 
one bra to another or from one corset to another. And 
Paul would keep her facing the open door so that they 
could see her bare pussy and humongous tits.

And Anne could hear them. The women would make comments 
like "whore" and "slut" and "cow." And the men would look 
right at her, imagining their pricks buried in her pussy 
or between her tits. And Anne would hang her head in 
shame, knowing that all these decent, good people knew 
that she was a dirty little whore.

 Oh god, she was so disgusting. And then Paul told her to 
play with her pussy while waiting for the sales girl to 
bring back some more stockings. And Anne, who had zoned 
out to avoid the comments of the people walking by, just 
dropped her hand to her clit without thinking and started 
to rub her clit.

Oh god, it felt so good. The debasement up to now had 
made her feel totally disgusting. So almost immediately 
her body started to respond to her fingers. Yes, she was 
a dirty little cunt. Oh god yes, everyone knew she was a 
whore. Just looking at her they knew what she was. 

Anne was so wrapped up in playing with herself that she 
didn't notice the sales girl at first. The sales girl 
stood in shock looking at Anne. Here was this woman 
standing there, naked, with giant whore tits and a bald 
pussy, rubbing her clit and building toward a cum. She 
couldn't believe it. How totally disgusting.

Anne suddenly realized what she was doing and stopped. 
She saw the look of total disgust in the salesgirl's eyes 
and turned away in tears. Oh god, how could she be so 
dirty. How could she. She was sick, just plain sick. And 
Paul grabbed her, turned her toward him, and slapped her, 
asking her how dare she be so disgusting.

Anne started to collapse to the ground when Paul grabbed 
her and held her up, his head next to hers, his mouth by 
her ear. "Rub your clit," he whispered. "Make yourself 
cum."

Anne froze in shock. WHAT? DO WHAT? She couldn't do that. 
That was too disgusting even for a slut like her. The 
sales girl already thought she was a dirty whore. She 
couldn't keep playing with her clit. 

"Now slut," Paul whispered through clenched teeth. "You 
know you have to cum you whore. Think of yourself playing 
with your clit in front of this innocent little girl. 
She's probably never seen another woman nude before. And 
you're going to show her what you look like when you cum. 
She will think you are such a dirty little pig, and 
she'll be right. Cum for her, show her how dirty you are. 
You know you want to do it."

And with each word from Paul Anne got hotter and hotter, 
until she couldn't stand it anymore. The thought of 
appearing to this young girl as a complete slut was 
getting her hotter and hotter. Oh god, she had to cum. 
She just had to. And Anne dropped her hands to her clit 
and started to play with herself again.

The young sales clerk looked on in utter disgust, rooted 
to the spot by the utter depravity of it. She had never 
seen anyone have sex, and here was some big-titted whore 
masturbating right in front of her. How could she. How 
could any woman sink to such an utterly low level of 
depravity. 

Anne saw the look on the girls face, closed her eyes in 
shame, and came and came and came. And as she came she 
sunk to the floor, still rubbing her clit. And then 
finally she stopped, kneeling on the floor, with her head 
hung in shame, unwilling to look at anyone.

And Paul bent down next to her, pulled her head back, and 
said, "Anne, you need to apologize to this young girl. 
This sales girl here is a decent and good girl, not a 
dirty little whore like you. You need to tell her you're 
sorry you did this in front of her."

And Anne looked up at the sales girl and realized with a 
shock that she wasn't that much different from Anne. She 
was 17 or 18, probably had a boyfriend, friends at 
school, just like Anne. No, nothing like herself. This 
was a good girl, a decent girl. This girl was disgusted 
by Anne, and she should be, Anne was nothing like her. 
Anne was a depraved big-titted whore. She was not at all 
like this girl.

And as Anne realized how different she was from this 
girl. This girl who was exactly what Anne used to be, she 
started to cry. Oh god, she had sunk so low. Look at her, 
naked, making herself cum in front of a stranger, on the 
floor of the changing room. Oh god, she was so dirty. 
"Tell her you're sorry."

"I--I'm s--sorry," Anne whimpered and started to cry.

"Tell her you're a dirty little whore and you can't help 
your self." Oh god no. "I--I'm a dirty little s--slut - I 
can't stop m--myself - I have to cum - I'm--I'm sorry. 
Please forgive me," Anne begged.

And at that point the sales girl lost it she was so 
disgusted she threw the clothes she was carrying onto the 
floor, turned and ran out of the changing room and 
slammed the door to the room, finally giving Anne the 
privacy she wanted.

"Oh Anne, my dirty little whore. Why can't you control 
yourself? Do you realize what that girl thinks of you my 
little slut? She thinks you're the most perverted person 
in the entire world. And she might be right you know. Do 
you think that's possible my little fuck toy?"

And Anne looked up at Paul with horror on her face. Oh 
god, she was so dirty and perverted. She hadn't ever seen 
the contrast before between what she had been, and what 
she had become. Oh god, she was so filthy. Oh god help 
her. And Anne threw her arms around Paul and cried, "Ooh 
no, oh god no. What have I become. Oh god help me."

And Paul put on arm around her back to hug her and 
whispered to her, "It's okay Anne my little slut. I love 
you Anne. I love your big cow tits and your shaved whore 
pussy, and your dirty slut body that masturbates in front 
of innocent little girls."

And as Paul talked to Anne his other hand went down to 
her clit and started rubbing it.

Anne stiffened immediately. 'Oh god no, no,' she thought, 
'Don't do this.' I'm not a slut, I'm not. Why am I 
getting turned on by this? I can't be, its too dirty. Oh 
god I should be ashamed by this and I'm getting turned on 
by it. No, no, n --- "OH GOD, OH NO, OOOHHH." And Anne 
came.

And as she came she cried even more, because only a true 
sex slut would cum now. And Paul continued to rub her 
pussy as Anne came and came and cried and cried. Until 
finally she could take no more and collapsed. And Paul 
looked down at his lovely slut, awash in tears and sweat, 
wrung out from cum after cum, and smiled.

It cost Paul a $300.00 tip to stop the sales girl from 
calling mall security. And as Anne walked out the store 
she heard her call her "whore" and flinched as though 
hit. Because the truth hurts.

Paul was invited over to Anne's house for dinner, to 
thank him for saving their daughter from the bum who had 
punched her. Anne's father, mother, and younger sisters 
all thought Paul was wonderful. And Paul charmed all of 
them.

Anne was incredibly nervous the entire time. She didn't 
know how to act with Paul in front of her parents. And 
whenever she started to relax, Paul would make some 
comment, innocuous to the rest, that set her off. She was 
mostly quiet, deferring to everything he said.

But through it all, there were looks of care directed by 
Anne toward Paul. She couldn't hide her love for him. Of 
course her parents thought it was the looks of a young 
girl for an older man who had saved her. Not the looks of 
a sex toy for her master.

And when Paul asked if he could take Anne dancing that 
night, her parents said ok. He was a nice boy who had 
saved her. And she seemed to like him. Yes he was a 
little old, but they knew him, and that made it ok. So 
Anne and Paul left to go dancing, with Anne's parent's 
permission. 

Once they were in the car, still in sight of Anne's 
house, Paul had Anne start undressing. Once she had 
stripped and was naked, Paul threw her clothes in the 
back and handed her, her outfit for the evening. It was 
one they had bought earlier in the day.

The skirt was a white thin material that tightly 
stretched around Anne's waist and was basically 
transparent letting anyone view her cunt and ass. For the 
top, all there was, was two white suspenders, each about 
2" wide that went up, over her shoulders, and attached in 
the back. The straps went over her nipples but didn't 
cover much else of her tits. And with her big tits, that 
left a lot to be seen.

The bottom of the skirt had garter belts attached that 
then attached to her stockings, which were also white. 
And then to top it off, she had white lace gloves and 
white 7" heels. It wasn't the same as being naked Anne 
realized, it was worse. Because everything could still be 
seen, but the clothes were a reminder that most people 
wore clothes that did cover them up.

And when Anne stood up, the full effects of the skirt 
became even more obvious. The skirt was only about 4" 
wide unstretched. The combination of the garters and 
suspenders stretched it to a decent length - above her 
thighs. But where it ran across her pussy and ass, it was 
only 4" high. It didn't even cover all of her pussy or 
ass.

Anne was a whore. And as she imagined the evening in 
store for her. As she realized how she looked, she 
shuddered and started to finger her pussy. Oh yes Paul 
she thought. Take me and use me. Show your little whore 
to everyone. Make me suck their cocks and cover me in 
cum. Fuck me all night long. And Anne came on her fingers 
thinking about the night ahead.

Paul pulled into the parking lot of the strip club. He 
parked the car and got Anne out. Anne looked around 
wondering what this was going to be like. As they walked 
up to the door, Anne barely able to walk in her 7" heels, 
she was starting to get nervous.

Inside she actually relaxed a little. All the other women 
in there were dressed like she was. It was actually 
comfortable to be among other women dressed the same way. 
Of course they all worked there but still, it was nice 
not to stand out.

Paul walked her up to 2 chairs next to the stage and sat 
her in one, sitting down next to her. He looked up on the 
stage where a woman was spreading her pussy for the 
crowd. He pulled out a pile of tens and slapped one up on 
the stage.

The dancer on the stage moved over Paul's way to collect 
and he handed a 10 to Anne. "Put it up on the stage 
slut."

Anne took the 10 and placed it up on the stage. The 
dancer looked at her funny, and reached for it, spreading 
her legs giving Anne a beaver shot as a thank you. Anne 
blushed and looked away.

"Don't look away whore - you paid 10 for that beaver 
shot" Paul told Anne. "Here, hold this 10 up for her and 
she'll let you put it between her garter belt and leg."

"Wha-what?" asked Anne shocked. 

"Give her the 10 now." hissed Paul. "Before I get 
pissed."

Anne turned back toward the stage and held the 10 out, 
her hand shaking. The dancer came over, pulled Anne's 
hand over, and helped her deposit the 10. The dancer then 
leaned back the give Anne another beaver shot and as Anne 
turned away, she heard Paul say "look at her pussy slut. 
You paid so you look." Anne stared as the woman spread 
her pussy lips giving her a view of her pussy.

For the next couple of dances Paul let Anne just watch. 
And Anne found herself enjoying the show. These women 
were sluts. Maybe not as big a slut as she was but there 
were someone she could relate to. They were not from a 
different world like the sales girl she had cum in front 
of earlier. These girls wouldn't mind if she played with 
herself here. 

Anne started to enjoy the show, one hand slipped down to 
her clit and started to rub it. God that felt good. This 
was so nice, That girl up there looked good, sort of like 
the one who had her tits bound and whipped in one of her 
favorite films. Oh god she would love to see that, to see 
that woman bound to the stage, her tits tied tight in 
ropes and whipped with a cane. God she would love to 
watch her scream.

And as she fantasized, she started rubbing her clit 
faster and faster. Several of the people near the front 
started watching Anne instead of the show. And as Anne 
realized they were watching her she rubbed her clit 
faster and faster. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes she 
wanted to cum. And then when she was about to cum Paul 
grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "NNNOOOoooo!!!" she 
cried. "Please let me cum. Please let your little whore 
cum."

"You can cum, but first give the dancer some money. Give 
her enough to come over here and spread her pussy for 
you. You can play with your clit while looking at her 
pussy."

Anne grabbed the pile of 10s from Paul and put them all 
up on the stage. The dancer came over, and seeing the 
pile, immediately dropped her g-string, laid back, and 
spread her legs for Anne. Anne immediately started 
frigging her clit while staring at the dancers pussy.

It looks so gorgeous thought Anne. All bare like mine. Oh 
I'd love to see it whipped, that would make me so hot. Oh 
god, she's pulling her pussy lips open, she's spreading 
her cunt for me. Oh god, I'm going to cum I'm going t--- 
"OH GOD!" Anne yelled as everyone looked over at her.

The manager ran over. "God damn it, you can't do that 
her. I'm going to get arrested. Get out of her you 
fucking whore" he said. Anne looked up stricken. Oh god 
no, she was too slutty even for here. Paul looked up and 
calmly said "how about this. Instead of throwing her out, 
let her dance. She just needs an outlet for her urges. If 
you kick her out she'll end up blowing everyone in the 
parking lot and you'll be in even more trouble. Let her 
dance."

Oh yes thought Anne, let me dance. Don't kick me out. Let 
me spread my pussy for everyone in here.

"Ok" said the manager, she's up.

And with that Anne walked up on the stage and started to 
dance to the music. She wasn't very good but she had an 
incredible body. She shook her tits and spread her pussy. 
And the customers could tell she was hot. This wasn't a 
fake act like most of the dancers did. They could tell 
the girl up there, the one with the big whore hooters and 
the bare slut pussy, she wanted to fuck every man in the 
room.

And Anne loved it. She was acting like a complete slut 
and the men were all cheering for her. This is where she 
belonged. This was where the new Anne could be herself 
and be accepted and appreciated for what she was. And she 
danced and gyrated, and without even touching her clit, 
she came. Up there on the stage in front of all those 
horny men she fell to her knees as she came.

And for the next several months, almost every Saturday 
night, Paul would pick Anne up from her house for a date. 
And he would take her to the strip club where she was one 
of the most popular dancers. And Anne loved it because 
she could sink down to her most depraved level and the 
customers loved her.

But Paul was wrong about one thing. It didn't work off 
her urges. Every time, as soon as she finished her 
number, Anne went out to the back alley. And back there 
she would suck off every man who came back for a blow-
job.

Because the dancing wasn't enough. She had to have the 
sex. She had to be used by the men in the club. She 
needed to be drowning in cum. To have it in her hair, on 
her face, and all over her lovely big tits. She needed to 
be their fuck toy.

And finally Paul had to stop Anne's career as a dancer. 
The night she blew 86 men. It wasn't that it was too many 
for Anne. But at this rate the police were bound to 
notice. Hell, at that rate sooner or later she would end 
up blowing someone who knew her.


Chapter 11 - Birthday Party
***************************


Every day Anne went through the same routine. She would 
wake up and use her vibrator to make herself cum. She 
then would go in to the bathroom, remove her butt-plug, 
and shit and pee.

Then, she would fill up the enema bag and give herself an 
enema. At Paul's instructions she would hold the enema 
while she soaped herself off, and rubbed herself to 
another climax. Then finally she would let the enema out, 
lube up the butt-plug, and re-insert it.

Aside from the morning in the bathroom the butt-plug was 
always in Anne's ass. And over time, even as Paul had 
kept giving Anne bigger and bigger butt-plugs, Anne had 
come to feel as though it was normal to have the plug 
there. She was actually uncomfortable when it was out. 
And so, wherever Anne was, at breakfast with her family, 
at school, with friends, when she was sitting down she 
was always reminded of Paul by the extra pressure the 
butt-plug brought on her ass.

And every night, as she went to sleep, she used her 
vibrator again, getting herself off. Sometimes only once. 
But many times 2, 3, or more times. And while many times 
her fantasies started off as something romantic, the 
visions of men using her, dumping their loads of cum on 
her face, whipping and beating her took over. And Anne 
found herself climaxing to scenes of utter depravity in 
her mind. Because her mind could only connect an orgasm 
with being used and abused.

And then it happened. It was inevitable in hindsight. How 
normal can a young girl act around her family and 
teachers when part of the time she is a wanton slut. If 
sometimes the normal position is to sit with your legs 
spread, pussy exposed, playing with your clit - then its 
hard to remember other times you are supposed to be prim 
and proper, showing nothing, doing nothing.

While Anne's parents had become more and more worried 
about how she was acting, Anne had managed to brush them 
off. But when one of her teachers reported her to the 
school counselor for masturbating during class, then the 
shit hit the fan.

The school called Anne's parents who came in to talk. 
Talking to each other it became obvious that Anne had 
"problems." No one wanted to say sex. The actual 
specifics never came up. But when Anne was called in the 
counselor and Anne's parents had decided - they were 
going to work together on Anne to straighten her out.

And Anne's parents laid part of the blame on Paul. They 
should never have let her date someone so much older than 
her. That just couldn't be allowed anymore. Anne needed 
to concentrate on school, and then, once she had 
straightened herself out, find a nice young man her own 
age. 

Suddenly Paul was cut off from Anne. 

When school ended Anne spent an hour talking to the 
school counselor. And then she had to go straight home to 
her mother and do her homework. She was only allowed to 
go out to school & parent supervised parties.

And the counselor did a good job. Anne didn't tell her 
about Paul - oh god she couldn't tell anyone about that. 
But the counselor realized that Anne had almost no self-
respect. And so she slowly built that up. And she talked 
with Anne about love and caring and respect. And Anne 
started to realize what she was missing.

And without Paul there to reinforce his lessons, Anne 
started to think about finding a boy who would love her, 
and be kind to her and take care of her. And she found 
her sexual fantasies started to have caring men, even as 
she came.

And then one night, she didn't even play with herself. 
Anne just dropped off to sleep thinking of the man who 
would someday come sweep her off her feet. And a few days 
after that, the butt-plug was put away. Anne didn't stop 
the enemas because to her, that was part of being clean. 
But the rest was put away.

And over a period of 2 months, the school counselor had 
worked a minor miracle. In the place of a dirty little 
slut with no self respect stood a young lady. Like any 
teenager Anne was filled with worries and self-doubt. But 
they had rescued the young girl who still lived inside 
her. And her time with Paul was becoming a remote, bad 
dream.

Anne even discovered between the occasional battles that 
she liked and appreciated her parents. All these things 
that had disappeared in the haze of constant sex were 
returning. And she liked it. She had a happy life again.

And the boys at school really liked her. She knew a lot 
of it was because of her new body. Most of them couldn't 
keep their eyes off of her giant tits. But they talked to 
her. They were nice to her. They would do anything for 
her. And she loved being treated that way.

And as her parents saw Anne return to normal, they 
started letting her date again. And the boys who dated 
Anne were in heaven. After what Anne had been through, 
giving a kind desperate boy a quick blow-job or even a 
fuck was nothing. And the boys all got to fuck this 
stunning girl, who would spread her legs at the slightest 
chance.

And as Anne was living her dream, a problem started to 
descend on her. They didn't turn her on. Yes she got a 
little excited. But she never had an orgasm on a date. 
None of the boys at school got her off. Now this was 
probably due to the fact that they came so soon. But Anne 
didn't know this. All she knew was that gentle lovemaking 
wasn't giving her what she needed.

And so we have Anne, dissatisfied with her love life. 
Plenty of sex but no turn-on. Not sure what she needed 
but knowing that there was something better. And not sure 
how to get there.

And meanwhile we have poor Paul. Desperate for Anne, his 
one true love. The one woman who gave him everything he 
needed. Unable to contact her because of her father. 
Trying to think of some way to get her back. And then 
Anne's mother brought them back together. Not realizing 
what she was doing, Anne's mother sent Paul an invitation 
to Anne's birthday party. Anne was turning 18 and her 
parents were throwing a party for her at a local teen 
dance club.

Anne was welcoming guests when Paul walked up. "Wh-what 
are you doing here" she asked.

"I was invited - didn't you send me the invitation" he 
replied. "N-no, I didn't" Anne was getting a little 
flustered. She wasn't really sure what she was feeling 
inside except confused - really confused. Why oh why did 
Paul have to come tonight.

"I brought you a present, don't you want to know what it 
is" Paul asked.

"Sure - what is it."

"Well, I call it my favorite highlights. Its 2 hours of 
you doing what you do best. I thought you would like to 
see it."

"Oh no Paul - no - no more. I won't do it anymore. I 
don't care what you say. I'm not going to do it." Anne 
said feeling very scared, but very determined too. She 
had been rescued from the depths of depravity and she 
wasn't going to go back down again.

"I'm not going to show it to anyone else - at least not 
if you watch it one last time with me."

Anne felt elation when Paul said he wouldn't show it to 
anyone, and then dread at the thought of watching it 
again. She couldn't do that - she couldn't relive those 
times.

"Its very simple my love. We go watch it in the office 
back there by ourselves right now - OR I put it up on 
that big screen TV over there. You'll see it either way. 
But I think your classmates would like it better."

Oh god no. She had her life back together. She couldn't 
let everyone see what she was. She could watch it. The 
party was going and she wouldn't be missed. This was 
supposed to be so fun, turning 18 with everyone paying 
attention to her. Paul ruined it all. But she would 
survive. Anne turned and walked toward the office Paul 
had pointed to. Paul followed with his tape. They went in 
locked the door and Paul started the tape.

Oh my god thought Anne. That can't be me. I wouldn't 
dress like that. All those people can see my tits through 
the dress. OH GOD, they can see my pussy and my ass. I'm 
dressed like a complete slut. No, no, that's not me. Oh 
god, did I really do that. I'm jacking strange men off on 
the dance floor. Everyone in there can see what a slut I 
am.

Paul looked over at Anne as the tears started to flow 
down her face. She was sitting there all stiff fighting 
what she was seeing. Paul reached over and stroked her 
hair and Anne jumped as though hit.

Oh god, he's here. He's touching my hair. And look at 
what he made me do. Look at all those men jacking off on 
my face covering me with their cum. He made me do that. 
That's not me. I'm not a whore. Paul made me do it. Oh 
god, I'm playing with myself as they do it. Oh no, I got 
off from being in the center of a circle jerk. How could 
I have ever been so disgusting.

"Is it too much for you" Paul asked. "Can't handle seeing 
what a slut you were? That's you there in the middle. And 
you loved every minute of it. Look at yourself cum. You 
can't even see your face under all that cum and you're 
jerking in continuous orgasm. God you are such a whore." 

And Anne stared mesmerized. She couldn't have been turned 
on by this. Oh god no. And then the screen showed Anne 
masturbating while watching a TV. And then it turned to 
show what was on the TV. While listening to herself cum 
Anne watched skewers being pushed through another woman's 
breasts. NO! NO! NO she couldn't be cumming while 
watching that. It was so sick. That woman was in pain. 
And Anne was cumming over her pain. No, there was 
something wrong here - she never did that.

And then the camera was facing Anne as Anne talked to the 
camera. "God I love that. That's one of my favorite 
films. I love watching that girl scream as he pushes 
skewer after skewer through her tits. Oh god it's so hot 
when it pops out the other side of her breast. It makes 
me cum." And Anne saw herself on the screen getting off 
just describing the scene. 

"Oh please let me watch the one where they whip that 
blonde's butt and tits till they bleed. Oh please Paul it 
gets me off so much. Look at me I'm cumming just thinking 
about it. Oh please let me watch Paul." 

And then Anne saw a new tape start and she saw herself 
turn and frantically rub her clit while watching another 
woman get whipped. And Anne suddenly realized that she 
was breathing real hard. Her blood was racing. And as she 
pushed her hand down toward her stomach, her hand kept 
going until it was pushed against her clit. NO! NO, she 
wasn't getting turned on by this. It was disgusting. That 
person on the screen was a disgusting little creature. 
That wasn't her.

And Anne pushed her hand against her clit harder trying 
to stop the feelings boiling up through her blood. No, 
no, stop it she thought to herself.

She had to stop it. "Stop it, stop it right now Paul. 
I've seen enough." 

Paul looked over. What was going on. Her face looked like 
she was in utter agony. Every muscle in her body was 
stretched. Her eyes looked like those of a wild animal. 
She looked like she was about to run. He couldn't loose 
her. This was his only chance to keep this beautiful 
creature he loved so much.

And then Paul saw the fist against her clit, pushing as 
hard as it could. "Rub that clit you slut. rub it and you 
can go. Rub it now and you can go you little cunt."

And Anne grasped at a way out. Rub her clit and she could 
go. He would let her out of here. She had to get out of 
here. She started rubbing her clit like a madwoman. Oh 
god yes, this would get her out. Rub her clit and she 
could get out. Oh yes.

And up on the screen she saw herself dancing on a stage. 
All around her men were looking at her as she spread he 
pussy for them. Look at that cheap whore up on that 
stage. Look at her show her cunt to anyone with a dollar 
bill. God she was a cheap slut. Look at her get off on 
that. 

And then the camera shifted to the parking lot outside as 
a line of men worked its way to her. And as each man got 
in front of her, she desperately reached for their cock 
and sucked them off. And she was rubbing her clit so hard 
now as she saw herself greedily drinking down cum shot 
after cum shot. She was such a disgusting tramp.

"NO, NO, NO - THAT'S NOT ME!!" Anne shouted. "That's not 
me. Oh god no." 

And then she heard Paul whispering in her ear, "Yes it is 
baby. You're a little whore. You're not happy unless you 
have buckets of cum on your face and in your stomach. I 
had to drag you away from there you slut."

And with that Anne broke into tears whimpering, "No, no, 
no, no, oh god please no." as she started to cum. And 
then the orgasm started to blast through her. Waves upon 
waves of pleasure. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes it 
felt good. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!" she groaned.

And as Anne saw Paul fucking her on the screen, telling 
her what a dirty little fuck she was. How she was nothing 
but a bitch dog in heat, she came and came and came. Oh 
god it felt so good. She forgot how good it felt.

And Anne continued to cum for the next 20-minutes, with 
climax after climax rolling through her body while she 
watched the film. And as the film ended, Anne's climaxes 
decreased in volume. Aftershocks still shooting through 
her body as she laid there, totally limp. 

"Bye Anne. I love you but I'm leaving you as you asked," 
Paul said as he got up to go to the door.

"No wait Paul," Anne gasped. "Why are you leaving?"

"You watched the film. That was the deal. I'm out of your 
life now - isn't that what you wanted?"

"No, no, I--I--" and then Anne stopped, not knowing what 
to say. 

"I love you Anne. I can make you happy. But only if you 
want me. And since you don't - bye."

As Anne saw Paul turning to leave she didn't have time to 
think. But the aftershocks she was feeling now were more 
than anything she had had with any of the boys in school. 
She couldn't let that go (at least not right now in the 
afterglow).

"Don't go Paul - I still love you too," Anne said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes - yes I'm sure. Don't go."

"Fine, then kiss my foot."

"What!?" Anne said shocked. He couldn't mean that.

"Right now cunt. Kneel down and kiss my foot or say good-
bye," and Paul turned to go again.

"Wait!" Anne said moving toward him. Oh god, he was just 
standing there watching her. She couldn't do this. And 
then another aftershock hit her and her knees buckled a 
little. Ok she could drop to her knees. There she was on 
her knees. There's his shoe down there.

Oh god, he's starting to pull away. Anne held on to 
Paul's leg and started to slide down his leg as she held 
on. There it is. Just push my lips out and kiss. I can do 
it - what is Paul saying? He's telling me that I'm his 
little sex slave. That I'm his toy, his plaything. That 
he can do anything he wants to me.

Oh god, why can't he just tell me that he loves me. Not 
this. I don't want this. I'm not a whore. I'm not a 
slave. I'm Anne. I want love and caring. "Oh please 
Paul," Anne whimpered as she started to cry. Anne hung on 
to Paul's ankle and sobbed.

"Kiss it whore. Kiss your master's shoe. Show me who owns 
you. Show me that your body is a toy for me to use any 
way I want. Kiss it now slut or I'm leaving you."

And Anne turned her face toward Paul's shoe and kissed 
it. She held his ankle crying her heart out, and kissed 
his shoe. She belonged to him. He loved her. He gave her 
what she needed. She couldn't be happy with anyone else.

And she cried as she realized what she was. She was 
Paul's slut, his sex toy, his slave. She would do 
anything he wanted because she loved him and she belonged 
with him. And she belonged to him. And Anne shuddered as 
she realized what that last part meant.

Paul finally knelt down and bent Anne's tear streaked 
face up so he could see her. "Who owns you slut," he 
asked.

"You do Paul."

"Damn straight. And to show it, I'm getting you some 
rings," he said.

`Rings," Anne asked looking puzzled.

"Yes, rings. Rings for your tits, for your pussy, for 
your clit. Just like those whores you like watching on 
the video. I need something to show everyone that I own 
you. That you're my property."

No thought Anne. No this is wrong. I need to leave him. 
Every time I come to him he pushes me further into the 
sewer. I won't do this. I won't. "No - not I was wrong," 
said Anne. "I-I'm leaving."

"Oh really?" asked Paul. "What about the tape. Should I 
show it to everyone?"

"I--if you do, I can't stop you. But no, no more," Anne 
said, her resolution building.

"And what about the tape I just shot? That tape of you, 
the new improved you, getting off on the other tape. And 
telling me you're my slave. Do you think everyone will 
like that?"

'NO,' thought Anne. 'The other was before. But this 
showed that she was still a slut. Oh god, didn't it ever 
end? Couldn't he just let go of her?'

"Please Paul, please let me go. Please," she pleaded.

"I can't my little pussy. I love you too much. I can't 
let you go. I want you more than anything. You're my 
little whore. Now lets go."

Anne stood up next to Paul resigned. She couldn't let her 
new life get ruined. She would do what he wanted. And 
somehow she would find a way out of it. Anne fixed her 
face and then turned to follow Paul out the door.

The club was off a mall so they left the club and walked 
into the mall. Part way down they found an earring store 
that did piercing. They walked in and Paul found the 
salesgirl. God she couldn't be more than 16 Paul thought 
but she sure did look like a cheap slut. And she had 
rings in just about every part of her anatomy.

"Whadda you want?" she asked.

"My girlfriend here wants some parts of here pierced. Can 
you do that?" Paul asked, a little worried.

"Sure - where does she want it."

"How about her belly button and her tongue" Paul 
suggested. Oh god thought Anne. She couldn't do this. 
This was too scary. But Paul was holding her hand. 
Holding her in place. She couldn't move against him. 
Maybe, maybe the girl wouldn't do it. That's it, she 
would say it's too weird.

"Sure - she'll look good with those" the sales girl said 
and smiled. This will be fun she thought. "Sit you ass 
over there slut," she said to Anne. Paul was elated. This 
girl was having fun. There probably wouldn't be any 
problem. Still, one step at a time. He pulled Anne over 
to the chair and sat her down. Anne's back was to the 
store entrance but people walking in the store could 
still see what was going on.

The girl came up and said, "Unbutton your blouse, we'll 
get the navel first."

Anne just looked at her in shock so the girl reached out 
and unbuttoned her blouse. What is she doing thought 
Anne. She's unbuttoned all of them. 

Oh my god she's pulling her entire blouse open. Everyone 
in the place can see her breasts in her bra. And Paul has 
her arms so she can't move her hands up now. Oh no, that 
man over there. He's looking at her breasts. And those 
two kids - they're staring at her. Oh god, they can all 
see her. They all think she's a slut. She has to do 
something.

The salesgirl looked up and smiled. This was nice. Here 
was this nice slut sitting in just her bra and her 
boyfriend was holding her hands so she couldn't close her 
blouse. In fact, maybe... "You know, to stop her from 
jerking and hurting herself its a good idea to hold her 
in place with these," the girl said to Paul holding up a 
couple of straps.

"I think you're right," said Paul. "We don't want 
anything to happen to her."

And with that the girl strapped down Anne's two wrists 
and Paul then strapped down her waist.

Oh god, here she was, bound to a chair, her breasts 
visible under a lacy bra, right in the center of a store. 
Anyone in the mall could walk in and she couldn't cover 
herself. They would all see her. See Paul's little slut 
and her big tits.

What's the girl doing? She has something down by her 
stomach. Its cold on her OH MY GOD THAT HURT. "Oh god, oh 
god, oh god please stop" Anne whimpered. She couldn't 
yell. But it hurt so much. 

"Oh please Paul, no more, no more," she pleaded looking 
up at him with tears in her eyes. 

"Tongue next, I think," Paul said looking down at his 
little whore. God he loved her like this. Helpless, in 
pain, and feeling totally degraded. This was how she 
belonged. If only he could keep her like this 24 hours a 
day. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

The salesgirl was getting off too. This was too much. 
This big titted cow hated this. God she would love to be 
able to rub her clit right now. Maybe the next piercing 
would be enough to get her off. If only the cow would 
scream.

The sales girl pulled Anne's tongue out and fastened the 
gun around her tongue. "Don't jerk your tongue or it'll 
tear," she warned and pulled the trigger.

Anne couldn't take it. Crowd or no crowd all she could 
think about was how much it hurt. She drew her breath in 
to scream and then couldn't. Paul had his hand over her 
mouth. She heaved in the chair but the buckles held her 
in place.

Somebody help her she thought. Oh god, anything was 
better than this. Show the film to everyone - she didn't 
care. Just stop the pain. Here comes that man. He'll help 
her. He can see she is in pain. He sees the tears running 
down her cheeks.

He's not helping. He's just looking at her and smiling. 
Oh god, he's enjoying this. He's looking at her giant 
breasts. He just wants to fuck me. Won't anyone help me. 
The hurts starting to go away. Not a lot but its 
bearable. Oh just get me out of here.

The salesgirl held up a mirror and asked, "How do you 
like it slut? I think it suits you."

Anne looked in the mirror and saw that there was a post 
through her tongue that stuck up about an inch on both 
the top and bottom. It seemed to fill her entire mouth. 
When she closed her mouth she had to keep her tongue in 
the center.

Everyone would see this. This was awful. And it hurt so 
much. Please Paul please lets get out of here now she 
thought.

Paul turned to the salesgirl. "Can you do her breasts 
too?" Oh this was awesome thought the salesgirl. Her 
panties were going to be soaked shortly. Could she do 
some more to this cow. Hell, she'd pierce anything he 
wanted all night long.

"But I don't want it in just the nipple. Can you do it 
behind the areole?"

"I can but it might bust the silicone in those udders," 
she replied.

"No silicone, its all natural," Paul replied.

"You're kidding. A cow like that you figure it has to be 
silicone. Yeah, I can do that. It may hurt her a little," 
she said smiling at Anne. 

"Well, we can't have screaming in the mall," said Paul. 
"Give me that cloth," and Paul took one piece and wadded 
it up in Anne's mouth. He then used the other to tie it 
into her mouth.

This couldn't be happening to her. Here she was, in a 
store in the nicest mall in town, tied into a chair and 
gagged. And - oh my god no - Paul was pulling her bra 
down to uncover her breasts. They could all see her 
breasts.

There were 5 men and 1 woman who were now gathered around 
watching.

They were all looking at her breasts. Her big cow udders. 
OH GOD IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS, Anne tried to yell. 
And it wasn't stopping. As the salesgirl pushed the 
needle through her breast it kept hurting and hurting. OH 
GOD IT HURTS OH PLEASE STOP. But all anyone could hear 
was mumbling through the cloth.

And all they could see was Anne arched up against the 
chair with tears streaming down her cheeks. They knew it 
hurt. They had to see. But they weren't helping. They 
were all staring at the needle through her left udder.

Oh god, why did she have to have such giant tits. Paul - 
Paul made her have the udders. She used to have normal 
sized tits. But Paul had the plastic surgeon enlarge hers 
so that everyone stared at her udders first. Oh god, she 
was nothing but a big titted cow whore. 

As the girl did her other tit Anne heaved against the 
chair even more. And then she broke. Anne collapsed back 
in the chair. She was Paul's toy. His sex slave. He could 
do anything he wanted to her. She couldn't stop him. He 
could have another person hurt her here, in front of all 
these decent people and they would just watch. Because 
they all knew she was just his big titted slut. They all 
knew she belonged to him to do with as he pleased.

Then Anne looked down and saw the two large rings in her 
breasts. Oh god no. She was a freak. Anyone who looked at 
her would know she belonged to Paul. Normal girls did not 
have 2" rings in their breasts. Not even the weird girls 
did. Only sex slaves had this. She was Paul's' sex slave. 
There was no going back now. She could see it in 
everyone's eyes. They all knew what she was.

Oh god, how could she face anyone again. She couldn't let 
her parents see this. Or any of her boyfriends. She 
couldn't have a boyfriend. Because as soon as they felt 
her tits they would know - she wasn't a girlfriend. She 
was a sex slave whore cunt big titted cow. She sobbed 
into her gag as she cried and cried.

"Well, there is one last place I'd like to get, if you 
don't mind," Paul said.

"Not at all - anything you want," the sales girl replied 
with lust in her eyes.

"Well I'd like to do her pussy. Three rings on each side 
and in her clit. Can you do that?" he asked.

"Slide her forward and someone needs to hold her legs," 
the salesgirl said. Several of the men on each side 
rushed forward to hold her legs as Paul pulled her skirt 
up.

"A bare pussy, hmmm," the sales girl said. "I guess she 
really is a slut." 

What was going on. Anne felt hands pulling her legs. And 
Paul was lifting her skirt. What was he doing. They were 
all staring at her pussy. Oh no, please don't show them 
my pussy. Don't let them see my bare slut pussy. Don't 
show them what a complete whore I am.

What is she doing - she's putting the piercing gun down 
there. Oh god, no, NO! NO! NO! NO! Anne yelled into the 
gag. But they couldn't hear her. And even if they could 
it wouldn't stop it. The sales girl was smiling at her as 
she aimed the gun.

It just went on and on as the girl shot ring after ring 
after ring. And Anne was in a never-ending delirium of 
pain and agony. She had never hurt so much before in her 
life. Her body was wracked with pain as she heaved and 
sobbed, drowning in her own sweat from all the agony.

And around her was a crowd of 10 people watching her. She 
was being tortured right here in the mall, right out in 
public. And everyone was watching her. No one would save 
her because she was Paul's cunt. She was there to get 
them off. Look, they're hard. They're all hard from 
watching me get hurt. Oh yes, get off, get off on my 
pain. That's why I'm here to get you off. Cum, cum in 
your pants while you watch me.

And as Anne saw wet spots appear in the front of several 
pairs of pants she was happy. She had gotten them off. 
And that was her role. That was all she was good for. And 
everyone knew it now. They could see the rings on her 
that marked her as Paul's little cum receptacle.

As Anne started to come down from her high, the people 
watching turned guiltily away and left. And as Anne 
relaxed Paul undid her gag and the belts holding her 
down. Anne just sat slumped in the chair. She was Paul's 
property and he would decide what to do with her next.

"Cover yourself up you little whore" the salesgirl said. 
"We can't have cunts like you in here - its bad for 
business."

Anne cringed as she heard her and covered up her tits and 
pussy. This little 16 year old sales girl was right - 
Anne was a worthless tramp. "Well, give me a thank you 
kiss and leave cow" the salesgirl said. Anne looked 
confused. Thank her. She couldn't thank her. The girl had 
hurt her. Again and again and again.

"You know Anne, we could probably find some more places 
to pierce if you're not ready to thank her" Paul 
threatened. "Make it sincere or we'll do your cheeks."

"Thank you very much," Anne stammered and leaned over to 
kiss the salesgirl.

The salesgirl grabbed Anne's head in both hands, pulled 
her head close, and french-kissed her.

Anne freaked but didn't pull away. This girl owned her 
right now. She could do whatever she wanted and Anne 
would accept it. That was what Paul wanted and she was 
Paul's sex toy. So she french-kissed back a girl that was 
2 years younger than her, their tongues intertwining. 

As she realized that others in the store were watching 
her, she sunk even lower. They all think I'm a lesbo slut 
she thought. And as that thought coursed through her, it 
caused a small orgasm. She came while kissing the 
salesgirl. OH GOD, she came while kissing another girl. 
Finally the salesgirl pulled back and smiled, "Get out of 
here slut, you disgust me."

And Anne shuddered as she turned and followed Paul out of 
the store.

They went back to Anne's birthday party where Paul had 
Anne go to every boy there and ask them to fuck her in 
the ass. And between each fuck she put her butt-plug back 
in. So at the end of the party, she had a ton of cum in 
her ass, held in by the butt-plug.

And that's how she went home. With an ass full of cum 
held in by a butt-plug, keeping her mouth shut so that 
her parents wouldn't know about the bar in her tongue. 
Scared to death they would find out about all of the 
rings.

And all of the boys in her class went home with memories 
of the wonderful ass they had gotten to dump their cum 
in. Anne certainly was the best in the school. They would 
have to keep dating her.

And as instructed by Paul, Anne got herself off all night 
long. Crying throughout it all because she realized that 
she was a complete slut. And at the same time, once again 
having mind-blowing orgasms. The kind of orgasms she had 
been unable to have the last 2 months.

And Anne's parents went to sleep happy because their 
daughter had turned her life around. She was now 18. And 
her birthday party had apparently been a smashing success 
for her. They had saved their daughter.


Chapter 12 - Dating
*******************


You know, it's amazing but you never really see most of a 
person's tongue. Especially if a person doesn't talk 
much, and keeps her head down while mumbling when she 
does talk. Anne was amazed. No one could see the stud 
through her tongue. No one could see what a little whore 
she was. It did change Anne though. Not that she realized 
it. But she was now reticent to talk to anyone, about 
anything. She became very deferential to others. If you 
don't disagree with someone, you don't have to talk as 
much. 

Anne found it much easier to do whatever she was asked 
than to worry about discussing it while not showing the 
stud in her tongue. Anne's parents were happy too. Anne 
had turned her life around. And most parents find a 
deferential kid to be quite a pleasure. Anne did as she 
was asked, and never was any trouble. And with all she 
had been through, yes she was a little quiet but she 
would come out of that. 

Meanwhile Anne was totally confused. Every morning as she 
played with herself she felt the rings in her body. Oh 
god what a whore she was. Just look at her. Not even a 
whore had rings in her tits, much less her pussy and 
clit.

But she couldn't help herself. She would pull on the 
rings. First the ones in her tits, and then the one in 
her clit. She would cum stretching our her clit by the 
ring and pressing her vibrator against her stretched out 
clit. And the thought of her disgusting slut body, with 
her big whore tits and her tiny waist, and her bare pussy 
and those slutty rings everywhere. 

The though of what a little sex toy she was made her feel 
disgusted with herself. She was such a scummy little 
tramp. Oh god, how could she be so slutty. And with these 
images in her head she would cum and cum and cum. Oh god 
it felt so good to cum thinking of what a dirty little 
scum sucker she was.

And then, after relaxing from the cum, Anne would hate 
herself. How could she have gotten off on being such a 
whore. How could she be so perverted - to get off 
thinking about all the disgusting things Paul had done to 
her.

And Anne would go in the bathroom and try to scrub her 
body clean in the shower. But no matter how hard she 
scrubbed, she couldn't remove the fact that she was a 
dirty little whore.

And then, after she shit, she would give herself an 
enema. It wasn't even a Paul thing anymore. After several 
months, Anne just didn't feel clean without an enema. It 
was a natural part of cleaning herself in the morning. So 
every morning Anne was clean inside and out.

And after the enema, the butt plug went in. Anne had 
tried not wearing it one day. But she felt so empty 
without it. She had to have it. Yes only a whore would 
wear a butt plug everywhere. And it was a constant 
reminder of what a dirty little slut she had become. But 
she had to have it. So Anne would put it in and try not 
to think of what it meant. But she knew. She knew it 
meant that she was Paul's dirty little tramp. Because she 
had to have the butt plug in her ass. Not because Paul 
told her, but because she needed it.

But she had been free from Paul. Free for several months. 
And she had started to have her own will again. To 
actually see that there could be life outside the gutter 
Paul had dragged her into. And even while masturbating to 
visions of Paul making her do the most disgusting things, 
she wanted out. Anne wanted a normal life.

Anne's father's order that she couldn't date Paul still 
held. But Paul would tell her to meet him this weekend. 
She knew he would. She had to find a way out. And then it 
happened. Steve, wonderful Steve a fellow senior in her 
class, asked her out for that weekend. That was it. If 
she had a date with Steve she couldn't go out with Paul.

So Anne asked her father if she could date Steve on 
Saturday. Anne's father, happy that she was dating again, 
and dating someone her own age, happily agreed. And so on 
Tuesday, Anne accepted Steve's invitation. Little did she 
know, Paul had talked to Steve after Anne's Birthday 
party.

"Well, since we're going to go out, how about a kiss 
right now to show me what kind of kiss I can expect 
Saturday night?" Steve asked Anne. 

"O--Oh okay," said Anne. After all that she had done, a 
kiss was no big deal. And beside, Anne just wasn't used 
to disagreeing with anyone anymore. She turned her head 
up to Steve.

Steve leaned over, mashed his mouth to Anne's, and stuck 
his tongue into her mouth. Yes, yes he could feel it. 
That Paul guy hadn't been shitting him. The bitch did 
have a post in her tongue. Jesus Christ - what a slut. 
This was going to be good.

"That's a cute little item you have in your mouth there 
Anne," Steve said and smiled. "Got any others on the rest 
of you?"

Anne froze. Oh no she had forgotten about that. He had 
felt it with his tongue. What must he think. WHAT HAD HE 
JUST ASKED? Oh no, this couldn't be happening. "Wh-what 
did you say?"

"Stick out your tongue," Steve said as he pulled her 
mouth open. Anne sat there as he held her mouth open. 
'No, please god don't let this be happening,' she 
thought.

Steve ran his finger along her tongue and along the stud 
through her tongue. "Do you have any others" DO YOU?" he 
demanded.

"Ye-ye-yes, I guess so," Anne stammered.

"WHERE?" Steve demanded.

"I-I-in my breasts," Anne whispered back, with her eyes 
downcast.

"How beautiful they must look," Steve replied.

"Beautiful?" - Anne was confused. How could he say 
beautiful. Those rings were the mark of a whore.

"Please beautiful Anne, please don't wear a bra tomorrow. 
I want to see those beautiful rings in your breasts. Tell 
me you won't wear a bra tomorrow."

Anne was totally confused. He was calling her beautiful. 
He didn't think she was a slut. He was so wonderful. Oh 
yes this was so wonderful. Anne felt like flying. It was 
all going to be ok.

"Will you Anne?" Steve asked.

"Will I what?" she asked quietly.

"Will you "not" wear a bra tomorrow - so I can see those 
beautiful rings?"

"Not if you don't want me to," Anne whispered.

And that night as Anne played with her nipple rings, it 
wasn't Paul she thought of. It was Steve. Beautiful kind 
Steve who thought her rings were beautiful.

And the next morning Anne dressed, without a bra. Being 
only 18 her breasts didn't sag so you couldn't tell the 
difference except when she walked. But she was wearing a 
baggy sweatshirt so even then it wasn't real obvious.

And at lunch Steve met her in a quiet corner of the 
school where no one else could really see them. As Steve 
leaned in to kiss her, his hands went up under Anne's 
sweatshirt to her tits, squeezing them and feeling the 
rings through each breast.

"Oh Anne, they feel even more beautiful than I imagined," 
he said. 

Anne just shuddered in his arms. His hands felt so good 
on her tits. Loving caring hands that thought her rings 
were beautiful. Oh god yes, this was the way it was 
supposed to be. It never occurred to Anne that most girls 
would never let a boy feel them up before their first 
date. 

Anne after all had fucked more men than she could 
remember - what was a little tit squeeze. God what a hot 
little whore thought Steve. I grab her tits and she loves 
it. 

This Paul guys is right about her. Ok, I guess I'll try 
his suggestion. "I bought you a present my beautiful 
Anne," he said. "You're much too beautiful to be wearing 
a baggy old sweatshirt like that. Here, here's a sweater 
I bought for you."

Anne opened the box and gasped. It was beautiful. And 
there was a gold chain in there too. Oh god how did she 
get so lucky. Anne threw her arms around Steve and hugged 
him. "Thank you - it's so beautiful." 

"Put it on now," he said.

"Now?" Anne asked.

"Yes, you would look much prettier in it. Don't you like 
it?" he asked looking hurt.

"Yes, yes I'll put it on now. Let me go change," Anne 
said starting to get up.

"You promise," Steve asked. "You promise you'll come out 
wearing the sweater and chain?"

"Yes I promise," Anne replied all excited. What a 
wonderful gift. 

Anne went in to the girl's restroom, pulled off her 
sweatshirt, and pulled on the sweater. Oh no, Steve had 
made a mistake. The sweater fit most of her body fine. 
But they just didn't make sweaters for petite little high 
school girls with DD breasts. Her tits stretched the 
sweater out obscenely. 

With no bra it was real obvious. You could see her tits 
through the weave of the sweater. Especially with the 
weave pulled widely open by her humongous tits. This was 
obscene. Everyone would look at her tits and know she was 
a whore. She couldn't wear this.

And then Anne noticed the chain. It wasn't a necklace as 
she had thought. At each end of the chain was a clasp. 
And each clasp was around a ring identical to the ones in 
her tits. No, he couldn't mean that. But it was pretty 
clear he did. She couldn't wear this.

And Steve wouldn't want her to. No, he made a mistake. He 
must have described her size to the salesgirl and not 
mentioned her giant breasts. Yes, she would just explain 
the mistake to him.

Anne put her sweatshirt back on and went out to tell 
Steve. Steve looked upset to Anne. Oh god, I promised 
him. I have to explain. Oh no, please don't be mad Steve. 
Please don't, she thought.

"What is this? What happened to your promise?" Steve 
asked.

"I-i-it-t doesn't fit," Anne whimpered. "Its t-to-too 
tight across my chest." 

"Oh? So this is how you repay me for a gift like that? 
This is how you keep your promises? I thought you were 
better than that Anne. I guess not," Steve said looking 
real upset.

"No-no Steve, you don't understand. I love the gift. I 
really do. It's just that it doe---"

"Then go put it on - right now like you promised. Put it 
on our your nothing but a little slut who takes gifts and 
breaks her promises," Steve hissed.

"No, no, I'm not a whore. I'll wear the sweater," Anne 
said, tears streaming down her eyes. She couldn't let him 
think she was a slut. She just couldn't. And she got up 
to go back to the bathroom to change.

"And Anne, don't forget the chain. It goes from ring 
around your neck, to the other ring. You promised that 
too," he reminded her.

Anne nodded as she got up, carrying her package back to 
the bathroom. She pulled off her sweatshirt and grabbed 
the chain. She would show Steve that she wasn't a slut. 
She would keep her promise. She would make him think of 
her as beautiful again.

Anne clipped one end of the chain to her left tit ring. 
She then put it around her neck and reached for the right 
tit ring. But it wouldn't reach. It was 2" too short. Oh 
my god - it was too short. She couldn't tell Steve - not 
again.

Maybe if she pulled. Yes it got closer. Oh god that hurt. 
That hurt a lot and it was still an inch away. This 
wouldn't work. She could just tell him and he - oh god no 
- she would have broken her promise again. She would be 
just a slut to him. 

She couldn't go back to that. She didn't want to be a 
slut anymore. She wanted a normal life. Steve was 
treating her like a normal girl. He told her she was 
beautiful. He didn't drag her into the gutter. She 
couldn't throw that away.

Anne closed her eyes and pulled. OH GOD IT HURT SO MUCH. 
IT FELT LIKE HER NIPPLES WERE GOING TO BE RIPPED OFF. 
There, there she could connect it. With a shaking hand 
Anne connected the chain and let go.

Anne stood there staring at herself in the mirror with 
tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking in pain. But she 
had done it. She had kept her promise. She wasn't a slut 
- she wasn't.

Anne didn't realize how much she had changed. Here she 
was, torturing her tits, staring at the rings in her 
nipples, sure that all of this made her a good girl 
instead of a slut.

As the pain started to deaden her nerves, Anne pulled on 
the sweater. And the pain made her forget how obscene the 
sweater made her look. There, she had done it. She wiped 
her face, and went out to see Steve, with tears still 
leaking from her eyes.

Steve almost came in his pants. Her tits looked like they 
were about to explode from the sweater. And it hid 
nothing. There were those gorgeous tits on display for 
all to see. And that chain pulling them up. God that 
looked so nice.

And she was crying. Boy that chain must hurt. Look at how 
it was stretching her nipples. Boy that Paul guy had been 
right. What a little slut. He couldn't wait till their 
date Saturday night.

"I-it hurts Steve. It hurts. Its too short" Anne 
whimpered. "Please, please can I--" 

"Such pretty girl," he replied. "You look so beautiful. 
And you kept you promise. You are really something 
special."

"Am I?" Anne asked. "Oh thank you."

At that point the bell rang. "Time for history," Steve 
said grabbing Anne's arm and pulling her to class.

So for the rest of the day Anne's tits were on full 
display. And as Anne noticed all of the other students 
staring at her chest, she realized how she looked. And 
she heard the whispers "whore", "slut", "cow", "bitch." 

Oh god, she did look like a whore. The other girls didn't 
look like this. No one else dressed like this. She did 
look like a whore. She was a whore. No, that was before. 
She wasn't a whore anymore. She wasn't. Steve thinks she 
is beautiful. She can't be a whore, she can't be. 

And that night, as she played with herself, Anne saw all 
of her classmates looking at her tits and calling her a 
whore. And she came and came with that image in her mind.

Thursday she met Steve for lunch again.

"You are so beautiful Anne. And you were so special for 
me yesterday. 

Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," Anne whispered in reply. She had not 
expected to be thanked.

"Tell me, do you have any other rings my beautiful one?"

Anne looked down and whispered, "Yes."

"Where? Tell me where."

"On-on my pussy. On my pussy and my clit," Anne whispered 
staring at the floor. Oh god, now he would know she was a 
slut for sure.

"Oh they must be beautiful. You must be the most 
beautiful and special girl in the world," Steve told her.

Beautiful, he called them beautiful. And he called her 
special. Oh he was so good to her.

"Let me feel them," he asked.

"Okay, Steve," Anne said spreading her legs. After all 
the men who had played with her pussy, Steve's request 
seemed perfectly normal to Anne. God he thought - she is 
an absolute slut. Letting me touch her pussy right here 
in the schoolyard. And he slipped his hand down under her 
skirt. 

Anne shuddered as Steve played with her rings. God, she 
might cum right here. It felt so good. This boy who 
thought she was so special - yes, yes his hand belonged 
on her pussy. Anne reached around Steve and hugged him as 
he played with her.

"I have something for your pussy rings," he said. "I want 
you to wear them for the rest of the day." And Steve then 
pulled out some 5 lb. weights and attached one to each 
ring.

Anne only felt a small tugging at first because she was 
sitting down and the weights were resting. It felt almost 
as though Steve was still playing with her rings.

"Will you leave them on until tomorrow at lunch?" he 
asked. 

"Yes Steve, yes I'll leave them on. They feel like your 
hands and it's wonderful," she replied. Then the bell 
rang and they stood up.

Anne almost fell from the pain. Oh my god, her cunt was 
being ripped off of her body. Her clit was on fire. Oh 
god no. And Anne reached for her pussy to lift the 
weights.

"No Anne, you can't walk around with your hand on your 
pussy. Some of the people here might think you were a 
slut then. We don't want that do we Anne?" Steve asked.

"No-no Steve," Anne said with tears streaming from her 
eyes. "Can I - can you remove them - please?"

"No dear Anne, they make your rings more beautiful. Now 
when I look at you I know you are even more special. I 
can't take that beauty away. Not till tomorrow."

And so Anne spent the rest of the day in pain whenever 
she was on her feet. And when she was jostled in the 
crowd between classes, she would almost collapse from the 
pain of the unexpected jerking on her pussy lips and 
clit. It hurt so much. But Steve said she was special - 
that the weights made her special. So it was okay.

Friday she met Steve for lunch again. He kissed her and 
removed the weights. Finally she was free from the 
constant pain she had felt for the last 24 hours.

"Oh thank you Steve. Thank you so very much," Anne said. 
He had stopped the pain - oh god he was so wonderful for 
stopping the pain. 

"Are you my special girl?" Steve asked.

HIS SPECIAL GIRL? "YES, oh yes I'm your special girl," 
Anne replied breathless.

"Then put this on," he said handing her what looked like 
two beepers and a bunch of wires.

"What? How? W-wh--?" Anne said looking confused.

"Clip one of the wires to each of your rings. And clips 
the packs to your skirt," Steve told her.

Anne went into the bathroom again and attached it. It all 
hid nicely under he clothes and it didn't hurt. She 
wondered what it was but Steve wanted it and everything 
fit nicely. She walked on out to see him. As she neared 
him, Steve held up a little box, smiled, and pressed a 
button. Suddenly Anne's tits and pussy were on fire. She 
fell to the ground and reached for her tits. Then, as 
fast as it started, it stopped.

"Its this little box special Anne," Steve told her. 
"Every time I press the button, you get a little shock."

Steve couldn't be doing this to her. This was wrong. "It 
hurts Steve, it hurts really bad. I need to take it off," 
she said.

"No my little whore, it stays on."

He couldn't mean - WHAT HAD HE JUST CALLED HER. "Wha-what 
did you just say?" Anne asked.

"I just said it stays on your little whore body SLUT," 
Steve stated.

"But I-I'm not a whore. You told me that I'm special, 
that I---"

"You're my special little whore. Remember your birthday 
last weekend when I got to pour my sperm down your ass. 
You were a special whore then." 

NO THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. She wasn't going to be a 
whore anymore. "No, no, no more, please, no more."

"Fine, you tell your daddy that your not going out with 
the boy you've been talking about all week. And I'll tell 
him its because you've been acting too slutty. Hell I'll 
show him pictures from your ass-fuck gang-bang at your 
birthday. Think he'll enjoy seeing what a slut you are." 

Oh god no, this couldn't be happening. The bell rang. And 
Anne no longer had a chance to go remove the wires. For 
the rest of the afternoon Steve would shock her. Never 
for too long. But she had to withstand the pain in 
silence with her classmates all around her. Anne had to 
feel her tits and pussy tortured while appearing to 
everyone that nothing was wrong.

And then came Saturday night. Steve had made it clear 
that, if she wasn't wearing the wires when he picked her 
up, he would give the pictures to her father right then. 
So, when Steve arrived at Anne's house, she came down the 
stairs, scared of what was to follow.

As Anne came up to him, Steve pushed the button for a 
split second. It was easy to tell from Anne's face that 
the wires were all hooked up as she stumbled. Steve 
caught her.

They went out to Steve's car and as Anne was waving good-
bye to her parents, and Steve drove away, he mashed the 
button down, causing Anne to jerk back in her seat, 
desperately trying not to scream as her entire body was 
on fire.

And then they arrived - Steve had brought her to Paul's 
house.


Chapter 13 - Girlfriends
************************


NOOO, this couldn't be happening. She wasn't going to be 
Paul's whore anymore. She was Steve's girl now. She 
wasn't a whore. He couldn't make her a whore.

"Hi Anne" Paul said. "I see Steve brought you back to me. 
You know I'm the one you really love."

"No" Anne said. "Steve thinks I'm special. Steve doesn't 
treat me like a whore. You leave me alone."

"Steve thinks your special" Paul laughed. "Steve has been 
setting you up for me all week. All he wants is to dump 
his load in your slutty ass again. Ask him - ask him what 
he thinks of you."

Anne turned to Steve, already knowing what was coming.

"Your just a whore" Steve said. "But I really enjoyed 
this past week with you, using your slutty body. And I 
can't wait to dump a load up your ass." Anne cringed with 
each word. It was true, he didn't care about her. He just 
thought of her as a whore. But she wasn't a whore - she 
wasn't. "Remember showing everyone in school your tits on 
Wednesday" Paul asked.

Anne blanched. Oh god yes, everyone had seen her tits.

"And on Thursday remember the weights. Well they were 
lower than the hem of your dress - everyone saw those 
too. And on Friday, most of the boys knew about the 
buzzer. Steve was not the only one to take turns pushing 
it. They all toyed with your slutty little body."

Oh god no thought Anne. This couldn't be happening. This 
couldn't. And then Paul grabbed her and pulled her close. 
"None of them love you Anne. You're nothing but a fuck 
hole to dump their sperm into. You're just an asshole 
they will use to masturbate their cocks. You're just a 
way for them to get their rocks off."

"But I love you," he continued. "I love you more than 
anything and you know that. And you know I treat you the 
way I do because I love you. Because I know you need it. 
Because you're my little whore," he said and kissed her.

"No, I'm not!" Anne replied. "I'm not a whore. Oh god 
Paul, please don't make me be a whore. Oh please, please 
help me." And as Anne started to sink into the depths of 
despair, her blood started to race. No it couldn't be. 
She wasn't getting excited. No she was just scared.

Paul pulled her forward and leaned her over a table. 
Anne's ass was pointing out into the room while Paul, on 
the other side of the table, held Anne's shoulders and 
looked at her. "You're going to let all your classmates 
fuck your ass. They have been building up all week 
watching your tits bounce around in your sweater. 
Watching your pussy lips get pulled. Shocking your tits 
and pussy. You have to get them off after turning them on 
so much."

"No, please no Paul" Anne begged. "Please don't do this 
to me. Please, if you love me, help me."

"I am helping you," Paul replied as Anne felt hands 
lifting her skirt in back. But she felt helpless to 
resist. Paul was holding her and she couldn't tell him 
no. Then she felt the butt-plug pulled from her ass and a 
cock slide in, in its place.

"That's Steve fucking your ass. He gets it first," Paul 
said. "Tell him it feels good."

Oh god, what was that feeling in the pit of her stomach. 
NO. It couldn't be. She wasn't anyone's whore, she 
wasn't. "NO! NO! NO! AAAGGH!!" she screamed as the first 
orgasm hit her. The feelings of utter degradation, being 
bent over the table and fucked like a cheap whore had 
done it. She was cumming.

"That's it my sweet little slut. Cum for me. Cum for me 
as those boys fuck your ass," Paul told her as he stroked 
her face gently.

Anne looked up at Paul with tears in her eyes. He was 
turning her back into a whore. How could he do this to 
her. Please he had - AAAGGGHH!! OH SHIT it was another 
cum. God it felt so GOOD. "Oh Paul no, please no," Anne 
sobbed.

"Dear Anne, I have to, this is the only way you are 
happy. Inside that whore body of yours is the dirtiest 
slut in the world. This is what you were made to do."

No, oh god no. She wasn't a slut. Oh please god no -- 
AAAGGGHH!! Another cum. And another, and another. And 
they came on rolling, one after the other. Oh god it felt 
so good. "Yes fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, 
fuck me!!" she cried.

And as boy after boy fucked her ass, Anne came and came 
and came. And there was Paul making sure she got what she 
needed. She loved him. She loved him so much.

And when the last boy finished, Anne was panting and 
begging for more. "Please Paul, please fuck me. I need 
it, I need it" and she dug her hands down to rub her 
clit.

Paul pulled her hands away and looked into Anne's 
desperate face. "Do you really need to cum some more my 
little slut?"

"Oh god yes. Please Paul, please fuck me. I need it. Fuck 
your little whore. Fuck my slut pussy. Dump your cum in 
your little bitch cunt. Use my hole, get off in my wet 
hole."

"Not me, I have someone else for you. Do you want them to 
fuck you?" "Yes, yes, anyone Paul. I just need a cock up 
my pussy. Please Paul, I NEED IT, I need it now" Anne 
begged.

"Remember your friend who pierced you?" Paul asked. "Well 
she wanted a chance at you."

"W-Wh-What?" Anne asked.

And there was the sales girl from the store who had 
pierced Anne. But she looked a little different now. She 
was naked except for a giant strap-on dildo she was 
wearing. And it looked even more obscene on that little 
girl 15-year-old body. She barely even had tits.

And then Anne realized what this all meant "NO!" she 
cried. "Oh god no Paul no! I can't do this I can't. I'm 
not gay! It's wrong it's wrong," Anne sobbed.

Paul stepped behind Anne and grabbed her arms holding her 
in place. 

"You're a whore Anne. And whore's fuck whoever wants to 
fuck them. 

Susie here wants to fuck you. So you need to spread your 
legs for her." Anne panicked. She couldn't do this. This 
was wrong. This was so very wrong. "Please, please, ple--
-" 

Anne suddenly couldn't talk because Susie was kissing 
her. And not a peck on the cheek either. Susie had her 
tongue half way down her throat. Anne tried to pull away 
but Susie had her hands around Anne's head and Paul was 
holding her in place.

Oh god she wanted to scream. She was going to be sick. 
This woman was kissing her. No, this little girl was 
kissing her. Oh god help her. Wait Susie was stopping the 
kissing. What was happening.

Susie dropped to her knees, and with no foreplay, dropped 
her mouth onto Anne's clit and started licking.

Oh god thought Anne, what is going on. SHE'S LICKING MY 
CLIT. ANOTHER GIRL IS LICKING MY CLIT. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" 
she screamed. "Paul, please Paul, make her stop. I'm not 
gay!"

"Just relax my beautiful little slut," Paul soothed her.

"No, I won't do this. It's so very wrong," Anne sobbed. 
And suddenly Anne started sobbing. Giant sobs with rivers 
of tears running down her face. This was so awful. This 
was beyond comprehension. And as her mind floated off, 
the sobs and shaking continued as Anne tried to cope, and 
couldn't.

And sneaking up through the sobs, so that Anne didn't 
even realize it until it was almost too late, an orgasm 
was building. Oh god no, she couldn't cum. 

"Paul PLEASE!" she screamed. "You have to make her stop 
now you have t---" 

And then it hit. Having a woman lick her pussy had 
freaked Anne out more than anything else ever had. 
Consequently, it had gotten her emotions keyed up to a 
higher point than they had ever been keyed before. And as 
the cum, held back as desperately as Anne could, finally 
crested. Anne had the most mind blowing orgasm she had 
ever, in her whole life felt.

"AARRGGGHH!!" Anne screamed. And Anne's scream turned 
into a noise more primal than even a scream as Susie 
continued to tongue her clit and Anne rode the most 
intense orgasm of her life.

And as she came Paul whispered in her ear, "Lesbian 
whore, cunt eating slut, pussy licking tramp. Look at you 
cum from a woman's mouth on your pussy. You just love 
Susie's mouth on your pussy don't you. Cum you little 
lesbo bitch. Cum all over Susie's mouth."

And as the cum receded a little, Paul leaned Anne 
backwards until she was lying on the floor. And Susie 
moved up over Anne and positioned her dildo at the 
entrance of Anne's pussy. And Susie started to press the 
dildo in.

"No, no, no, please god no," Anne said as she reached up 
to Susie and pulled her close to her. Anne was still 
cumming so hard all she could do was hold on to Susie as 
hard as she could.

"I'm going to fuck this dildo into your slutty hole you 
whore," Susie whispered to Anne.

"No, please don't" Anne pleaded as cums wracked her body. 
"Then let go of me you little whore. Just let go and I'll 
stop," Susie said as she plunged the dildo into Anne's 
pussy.

"OH GOD, OH GOD NO" Anne screamed as she came even 
harder. As Susie pumped her she came again and again. Oh 
this couldn't be happening to her it just couldn't. She 
couldn't like this no she... "AARRRGGGHHH!!"

And as Anne hit a major cum she pulled Susie even tighter 
to her, reveling in the feel of her just budding tits 
against her monster udders, pulling Susie's mouth to hers 
so she could kiss her. And she came as their tongues 
desperately stabbed into each other's mouth.

And finally her cum's subsided. Susie pulled off of Anne 
and Paul pulled Anne into his arms. Anne continued to sob 
and shake for the next 20-minutes, with the occasional 
tremor of an aftershock cum coursing through her body.

And the whole time Paul was soothing her, whispering, "I 
love you my little lesbo slut. I love you Anne. You are 
so beautiful with Susie fucking you. I love watching you 
cum from another woman's mouth on your pussy. I love 
you."

And as Anne slowly stopped shuddering and sobbing, she 
had a vacant look in her eyes. The old Anne was gone. She 
had done something that was impossible for the old Anne 
to even conceive of - even in her worst nightmares. And 
she had cum from it. A mind-numbingly cum. Anne's mind 
was desperately trying to survive all of this. Her body 
had destroyed part of the very foundation of her beliefs. 
Everything was adrift. And the mind can't function in 
this state. It needs some basic beliefs to anchor itself 
to.

So Anne's body sobbed and shook as her mind tried to heal 
itself. And as her body wore out, the sobbing and shaking 
stopped, but it was replaced with nothing. Anne was on 
automatic pilot.

Paul had no idea what was going on in Anne's mind. He 
thought she had actually accepted this most recent step. 
And so he prepared her for the next step. He stood Anne 
up and Susie helped him buckle the dildo onto Anne. Anne 
just stood there oblivious to what was going on.

They then walked Anne into the next room. In this next 
room was Rachael, Anne's best friend (and another of the 
girls in the picture). She was tied spread-eagled to the 
bed with cum oozing out of her pussy. Using the picture, 
Paul and the boys from school had blackmailed her into 
coming to Paul's and fucking all of them. And she had 
survived it, not much worse for the wear. 

But when she saw Anne, she suddenly panicked. It wasn't 
hard to figure out what the strap-on dildo was for. "Oh 
god Anne, no. . Please don't do this Anne. Please don't. 
Somebody help me!!" she cried.

Anne was still on automatic pilot as Paul led her to the 
bed, had her kneel down, and buried Anne's face in 
Rachael's cum-filled pussy. "Eat her pussy. Lick her 
clit. Drink down all that cum," he said.

Anne wasn't thinking at all. She knew how to lick. And 
she was being told what to do. So she started licking 
Rachael's pussy. And as she licked, Susie knelt by her 
head telling her what a talented lesbo slut she was 
licking Rachael's pussy.

And Anne continued licking until Rachael came, screaming 
for her to stop the whole time. And deep in Anne's mind, 
she knew what she was doing and her psyche crumbled even 
more. She was licking another woman's clit. She had her 
face buried in a pussy. She really was a lesbo slut. 

Paul pulled Anne up so she was poised above Rachael, with 
the dildo aimed for Rachael's pussy. "Fuck her Anne, ram 
the dildo into her pussy. Show her that you're a lesbo 
whore. Show her that you love fucking girls." 

Rachael totally panicked. "RAPE!!" she cried. "RAPE!! 
RAPE!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

And as Anne started to push the dildo in Paul stopped 
her. "Tell her that you like raping girls pussies. Tell 
her that her screaming turns you on. Tell her that you 
like it when she screams for you to stop."

And Rachael looked up in dread as her best friend told 
her, "I'm going to rape your pussy. I'm going to stuff 
this dildo up your cunt. Scream for me Rachael, scream 
for me," Anne said.

And Rachael screamed and screamed as Anne plunged the 
dildo in and out of her pussy. And Rachael never did cum. 
She screamed and struggled for 15 minutes as Anne humped 
her dildo into her best friend. And the entire time Anne 
heard her best friend telling her that she was raping 
her. And she continued to pump.

Finally they pulled Anne off of Rachael. Anne just sat 
there. So Susie pulled Anne into her lap and started 
kissing her while playing with her clit. And Anne still 
on automatic pilot, kissed back as her body started to 
respond. Pretty soon Susie had Anne enjoying a series of 
enjoyable cums while kissing her.

And during that time, Anne's mind pulled itself back 
together. But it wasn't the Anne from before. That Anne 
had died. Because this new Anne was happy sitting in the 
lap of a 15 year old girl who was kissing her and playing 
with her clit.

Paul untied Rachael who looked ready to bolt. He grabbed 
her and laid it out for her. "Look, we have the whole 
thing on tape. And if you tell ANYONE, we show the tape. 
That includes you loving it as 20 boys dumped their cum 
into your pussy. That includes you cumming from Anne's 
mouth. And I'll make it look like you came when she 
fucked you."

"That's a lie - I didn't like any of it," Rachael yelled. 
"I hated it all."

"I know," Paul smirked. "But I didn't record the part 
where we told you, you had to act like you enjoyed it. So 
guess what the video shows." 

Rachael went white. "You bastard," she sobbed.

"Yes," he replied. "But it's my ball game now. And here's 
how it goes if you don't want your friends getting a 
private showing. From now on you are to never wear 
panties bras or pantyhose. You are never to wear pants. 
Your ass and tits are to always be available. You got 
that whore?" Paul asked. 

Rachael nodded looking grim.

"If you must wear pants, like a swim suit, there must be 
a hidden hole where your pussy is so you can be easily 
fucked with nothing moved. You're a whore and your pussy 
must never be unavailable."

"And you must always sit with your legs apart and your 
dress pulled up high enough that people can see your 
pussy if they are sitting in the right location. And you 
need to show as much of your tits as is legally 
possible." 

Rachael stared at Paul with a look of horror on her face. 

"And finally, you are never to tell a man no when asked 
for anything sexual. If you ever do, we will show the 
tape, and we will tie you down for Anne again. Your pussy 
doesn't belong to you anymore. You're a whore now and 
your pussy belongs to any man that wants it."

Rachael was sitting there totally shocked as Paul reached 
out and caressed her tit. "Such a nice tit. Such a nice 
young body, so many men are going to enjoy that nice body 
- AREN'T THEY WHORE!?" he yelled.

"Y--yes..." Rachael replied.

And with that a number of the boys took Rachael home 
pumping her full of more jizm on the way. And for the 
rest of that school year, virtually everyone had Rachael. 
Her dates on the weekend were non-stop gangbangs. Her 
trips to the mall were blowjobs in the restaurants there. 
Her days at school were spent giving everyone a perfect 
view of her pussy.

Anne had found a safe harbor from the storm. She was 
curled in Susie's arms enjoying the fingers on her clit 
and the kisses on her face. Paul and Susie dragged her up 
and pulled her into the shower. They cleaned her off. 
Susie then put on some bright red lipstick and kissed 
Anne all over her tits and pussy, putting on more 
lipstick whenever the kiss marks weren't perfect on 
Anne's body. 

Anne was covered with the kiss marks. They then dressed 
Anne and walked her down to Steve's car. They had to get 
Anne home. Steve drove as Ann sat in the passenger seat 
and Susie crouched down by her feet and ate her pussy. 
For the ride home Anne had a series of pleasant mild 
cums. And her mind finished putting itself back together 
under Susie's experienced tongue.

Steve walked Anne to her door, and made Anne's parents 
happy when he didn't even try for a goodnight kiss. Anne 
told to go to bed, walked up to her room and went to 
sleep.

In the morning Anne awoke trying to put the whole night 
behind her when she saw herself in the mirror, covered 
with Susie's kisses. It had happened. She was a lesbo 
slut. She had raped her best friend. And as hard as she 
scrubbed her tits and pussy in the shower, until they 
were almost bleeding, in her mind she always saw all 
those kisses.

Would even Paul still love her now that she had sunk this 
low. No, not even Paul could love someone as perverted as 
she had become. And would she see Susie again. She needed 
to be held in her arms and feel her fingers and lips. And 
thinking of Susie, thinking of Rachael, she suddenly 
found herself cumming without even touching her clit.

Oh god she was such a whore she sobbed.


Chapter 14 - A Little Sister
****************************


"Time for church," Anne heard her mother yell. Oh no 
church. She couldn't go to church. Not with Susie's 
kisses all over her tits and pussy. Not when she had 
raped her best friend last night. Oh god, she had raped 
another girl. And she had gotten off on it. How could she 
face anyone? Anne dressed and went downstairs. She was 
sure that with one look her parents would know what she 
had become. But everyone was so busy they didn't even 
notice Anne acting strangely.

Anne almost collapsed walking in to the church. Surely 
here they would see. Everyone would see what sick things 
she had done last night. Why weren't they saying 
anything? She was a lesbo slut. She had a girl's - a 
FIFTEEN YEAR OLD girl's kisses all over her tits and 
pussy. Surely they could see what she was.

Anne was shaking with dread as she sat down. There was 
Rachael. Rachael looked over at her and Anne could see 
both the hate and the fear in her eyes. Rachael had been 
her best friend. How could she have done that to Rachael. 
How could she have cum while raping her best friend. 
While fucking another girl.

She was such a filthy little slut. Lying on top of 
Rachael and fucking that giant dildo into Rachael's 
pussy. Feeling Rachael trying to get away. Listening to 
Rachael screaming rape. It was all so disgusting. Anne 
was shaking with shame as the previous night ran through 
her head. And then she thought of Susie holding her and 
kissing her and fingering her clit. Oh god how she had 
clung to Susie and kissed her back and came and came on 
her finger. What kind of perverted lesbo slut was she to 
cum from some girl's hand like that.

And this morning, the bright red kisses all over her tits 
and pussy. She had slept all night with those kisses 
burning into her skin. They showed what she had become, 
what she was. Oh god no, no she couldn't be a lesbo slut. 
She wasn't, she just wasn't. Paul had done it to her. 
Paul and that little tramp Susie. It wasn't her. It 
wasn't.

And then she saw who was sitting down next to her. It was 
Susie. Oh my god it was Susie. Anne's heart jumped up 
into her throat. All she could think about was Susie last 
night holding her and kissing her and playing with her 
clit. Oh god it had felt so good to cum in her arms. And 
then, as Anne shuddered through a minor orgasm and Susie 
laughed, Anne suddenly realized what had happened. NO, 
she couldn't like this. Susie was a dirty little lesbian 
tramp. Anne wasn't going to be like her. 

Anne saw the smirk on Susie's face and cringed in shame. 
Oh god, Susie knows I just came. She knows what a dirty 
little slut I am. Oh god I'm so disgusting. And Anne's 
realization of what she was brought her to the edge of 
another orgasm. Oh no, no - I can't cum. This is too 
disgusting. And Anne looked up at Susie with pleading 
eyes, hoping somehow Susie would help her. Save her from 
herself.

And Susie reached out and touched Anne's cheek. Oh her 
hand felt so good. And Susie was leaning over toward her. 
She was going to kiss her. 

RIGHT HERE IN CHURCH. OH GOD NO - EVERYONE WOULD SEE WHAT 
SHE WAS - A DISGUSTING LESBIAN SLUT. There was no way she 
could do this - her life would be over.

And as Susie leaned over toward Anne, Anne's blood rate 
and breath quickened. Anne tilted her head back and 
opened her mouth for the kiss. Anne's body was totally 
keyed on the kiss she would get from Susie. 

Nothing else in the world mattered to her. And in her 
mind Anne was screaming. NO! NO! NO! NO! She wasn't a 
slut. She wasn't a lesbian. Everyone would see. Everyone. 
Oh god, why couldn't she move? Why wouldn't her body 
move?

And then Susie leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I 
sure liked eating your cunt last night."

Anne shuddered and collapsed. It had been too much. Her 
body had been totally peaked waiting for the kiss that 
would have pushed her into a mind-blowing orgasm. And her 
mind was in a whirl. Wanting Susie and at the same time 
totally disgusted at her own desires.

Anne's parents looked over in concern as Anne slumped to 
the floor. Susie dropped right down to help Anne back up. 
As everyone crowded around her Anne basically stared out 
into space trying to get her feelings under control.

"I'll take her to the bathroom and help her freshen up," 
Susie volunteered. And she grabbed Anne's arm, pulled her 
unresisting body up, and started walking her toward the 
back of the church.

Anne's father leaned over to Susie's mother and thanked 
them for having such a polite daughter. Sweet innocent 
little Susie - maybe they should have had a second child. 
That could be Anne's little sister helping her back.

And as Susie walked Anne back she whispered to her "I 
just can't wait to bury my face in the slutty little 
pussy of yours."

Anne's excitement built back up. Oh yes, oh yes Susie was 
going to suck her pussy. Oh god it would feel so good.

They entered the bathroom and locked the door. And 
through the service, the hymns, the sermon against the 
perverts and homosexuals in society, Susie sucked Anne to 
orgasm after orgasm. And then Anne sucked Susie to orgasm 
after orgasm, reveling in the taste of her pussy, 
covering her face with Susie's cum.

And then they held each other and kissed as they finger-
fucked each other. And Susie played with Anne's giant 
tits while Anne rubbed the just sprouting buds on Susie's 
chest. And their tongues darted desperately into each 
other's mouths as though the kisses were more dear than 
breathing. 

Finally, as the last hymn started, Susie pushed Anne 
away, cleaned them both up, and walked them to the back 
pew. They would just tell their parents that they had sat 
back there so as to not disturb the service. And as 
everyone stood and sang, Susie leaned over and whispered 
in Anne's ear "god you are such a dirty disgusting big-
titted cow. I love the way you eat pussy."

And Anne shuddered as Susie went on and on about what she 
had done. This just couldn't be happening. Here in the 
house of the lord she had sinned. And she had loved it. 
She had to stop. She couldn't do this anymore. This was 
just too wrong.

And as the voices roes around them in joyous song to the 
lord, Anne bowed her head in shame at the depths to which 
she had sunk.

After church as Anne's family was leaving Susie ran up. 
"Can I come over to play Anne?" she asked in a little 
girl voice. Anne's parents smiled. This was so cute, the 
little girl desperately wanting to play with the older 
friend she had just made.

Anne got a lump in her throat. No, no she couldn't let 
her come over. She had to stop this. She had to. But 
Susie looked so pretty. She couldn't tell her no. That 
would be all. Yes, she could play with her and that would 
be it.

"Yes Susie, please do come over today," Anne replied.

"And bring a bathing suit if you want," Anne's mother 
added. "We have a pool."

And so Susie arrived in a bathing suit that covered 
virtually nothing. Anne's father tried not to look but 
its hard not to stare at a beautifully proportioned piece 
of jailbait in a skimpy bikini that was questionably 
legal.

And as Susie frolicked around as innocent as could be, 
both Anne and her father found themselves getting aroused 
by her sexy body. Finally Anne's father left to go play 
golf. And Anne's mother left to meet some friends telling 
them to find lunch in the kitchen.

As they walked into the kitchen Susie reached for Anne 
and pulled her close for a kiss. Anne couldn't resist. Oh 
god it felt so good to kiss Susie. And she felt so good 
in her arms. Oh god, she was such a whore. How could she 
like this.

And then Susie pushed Anne down to her knees and removed 
her bathing suit bottom. Anne started to move toward 
Susie's pussy when Susie reached down and stopped her. 
Anne looked up questioning. "I don't think you want my 
pussy bad enough," Susie said. 

Anne was confused. Susie made her eat her pussy. Of 
course she didn't want to lick it. She wasn't lesbo. She 
didn't want to lick another girl's clit. She didn't want 
to bury her face in that beautiful cunt in front of her. 

"If you don't want it you can't have it whore," Susie 
said as she spread her one leg up on the counter and 
played with her clit. "Only dirty little cunt loving 
lesbo sluts get to eat this pussy."

Anne stared mesmerized by Susie's beautiful little girl 
cunt. There it was right in front of her. Why couldn't 
Susie make her lick it? She would like it for her. She 
would make Susie cum and cum. Didn't Susie want to cum. 
Susie stared down at Anne's pained face. "Don't want to 
lick my pussy whore? Ok, get up and we'll make lunch."

Anne was lost. Susie wasn't going to let her lick her 
pussy. Didn't she want it. Didn't she like it. She would 
do it. She would. Susie reached down and pulled Anne up, 
rubbing her pussy against Anne as she stood up.

Electric shivers ran through Anne's body as she felt 
Susie's pussy rub the length of her side.

When she stood up, Susie then removed her top and rubbed 
her naked body against Anne. Anne reached out for her but 
Susie slapped her hands away. "No touching Anne. You only 
get to touch if you want to eat my pussy. Do you want to 
eat my pussy little whore?"

Anne was frozen. God it felt so good to have Susie 
rubbing herself over Anne's body. Just tell her to do it. 
She would do anything Susie told her to do. It was dirty 
but she would do it if she was told to - oh god what 
couldn't Susie just tell her to do it.

Oh god, that was Susie's pussy rubbing on her leg. And 
she could feel her little breasts against her arm - they 
felt so nice. Why could Susie kiss her, just a kiss? Oh 
god she had to have it, she just had to. "Please," Anne 
whimpered to Susie.

"Please what slut?" Susie sneered back.

"Please Susie, please tell me what you want? I'll do it. 
I'll do anything for you," Anne pleaded.

"I want lunch - make me lunch cunt face," Susie replied.

"P--please Susie, please, please tell me. Oh please just 
tell me," Anne pleaded dropping to her knees and holding 
Susie's leg. Oh god, her leg felt so good, squeezed 
against her tits. And there was her beautiful pussy. How 
could she not want her lips buried in her pussy.

Anne started to move her head over to Susie's pussy. Once 
I start she'll love it Anne thought.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing whore" Susie 
said grabbing Anne's head. "Are you some kind of lesbo 
slut who likes burying her face in little girl's cunts? 
Huh are you?"

Anne shook her head no "No, no I'm not a lesbo slut. I 
just want to make you happy. PLEASE let me make you happy 
Susie. Please."

"Get away from my pussy then you little whore."

Anne looked up at Susie real confused.

"I'm not a lesbo slut like you" Susie sneered. "I don't 
like to have girls lick my pussy. Especially girls who 
don't want my pussy. Only a disgusting cunt-eating tramp 
like you would want to eat my pussy. What kind of dirty 
little whore are you?"

Anne shook with these words. No she wasn't a lesbian. She 
only did it because Susie wanted her to. Oh god she had 
to get out of this. And suddenly there was Susie's pussy 
an inch in front of her nose. Without thinking Anne dove 
in and started licking Susie's clit. Oh god yes, Susie 
would love this. Susie wanted this.

And Susie then pushed Anne away from her cunt. "What are 
you doing you little cunt-eating piece of shit!?" Susie 
shouted.

"I-I'm sorry Susie," Anne said, tears forming in her 
eyes. "I thought you would like it."

"I told you whore, this pussy is only for people who want 
it. And you don't want it."

"PLEASE Susie, PLEASE let me," Anne pleaded through her 
tears.

"Please what whore? What is it you want so bad?" Susie 
demanded.

"Please let me eat your pussy," Anne whispered.

"WHY, Why do you want to eat my pussy?"

"I--I-- oh please don't do this Susie."

"Tell me whore - TELL ME NOW!"

"I--I-- wa-wa-want it," Anne whispered, tears streaming 
down her cheek. Oh god, how could she say this. She 
wasn't this sick. She didn't want to eat another girl's 
cunt. She didn't. Oh god help her.

"You want what? Tell me, what is it you want."

"Y--your pussy," Anne replied, tears streaming down her 
face.

"You want to bury your face in my pussy whore? You want 
to eat it?"

"Yes, oh god yes!" Anne said, shaking with shame at the 
admission.

"Ok whore, if you really need to eat my pussy go ahead," 
Susie said spreading her legs.

Anne dove in and luxuriated in the feeling of burying her 
face in Susie's pussy. Oh god it felt so good. And then 
she heard what Susie was saying to her.

"What a pussy loving little slut. Can't resist eating my 
cunt can you. You really are a little girl-loving whore 
aren't you. Do you like eating my little clit. Do you 
like the way 15-year-old pussy tastes? Are you getting 
off cunt eater?"

And Anne shuddered with shame at what Susie was calling 
her. How could she be doing this? How could she beg to 
eat Susie's pussy? She was such a disgusting whore. And 
as Anne listened to Susie the shame built and built until 
it broke in an orgasm.

As she came Susie came too on her mouth, grabbing Anne's 
head and rubbing her pussy all over Anne's face coating 
it with her cum. Anne shuddered in her after-cum as Susie 
held her and whispered to her, "What a lovely little 
pussy slut. You have to be quite a lesbo whore to get off 
eating someone's pussy. Such a pretty little slut."

And Anne sobbed as Susie held her and told her what a 
disgusting tramp she was.

The Susie pulled her up and announced it was time for 
lunch. "Sit on the counter and remove your bikini 
bottom."

"Wh-why?"

Susie slapped Anne, "Because I told you to you bitch."

Anne cringed and removed her bikini.

"Now lets see, how about a Twinkie?" Susie said as she 
took a Twinkie, pulled Anne's pussy lips apart and 
pressed the Twinkie into her pussy. "Wha-what are you 
doing?" Anne asked.

"Feeding you whore. Since you think with your pussy we'll 
feed you there too" Susie replied.

"Please don't, it feels weird."

"How about some Jell-O," Susie asked rhetorically 
ignoring Anne's plea.

"No, please no more."

Susie grabbed some handfuls of Jell-O but the didn't go 
in very far. So she used her fist to push them into 
Anne's cunt, pushing her fist most of the way into Anne's 
cunt while she did so. She then proceeded to do the same 
with a banana, ice cream, angel food cake, and anything 
else she could find.

Anne was in shock. How could Susie do this to her. These 
things didn't belong in her pussy. Oh god it felt so 
strange. "Please, please Susie, stop it." Anne pleaded. 
"It hurts - please take it out."

"Time to mix it all up whore," Susie said as she pushed 
her fist up into Anne's pussy and started fist fucking 
her. Food started squirting out around Susie's arm as she 
buried it up Anne's pussy as far as she could. It felt so 
weird with Susie's fist and all that food up in her 
pussy. 

Anne prayed that she would stop soon. She sat there 
feeling totally depraved as Susie used her pussy to mush 
up all the food, the feelings started to build.

Suddenly Anne found herself heading for an orgasm. "SHIT! 
STOP, PLEASE STOP!" Anne begged as the orgasm hit her. 
How could she cum from this? This was disgusting. No one 
cums with food squirting out of their pussy.

Susie kept pumping her fist, feeling another cum build in 
Anne. This was just too much. Look at the little slut - 
anything would make her cum. "That's it my little piece 
of fuck-meat, cum for me. Cum on my fist pounding into 
your hole."

Oh god, it felt so good having that fist completely fill 
her pussy. Oh yes she was a disgusting little piece of 
trash. She was a whore. "Fuck the whore with your fist 
Susie, fuck me, fuck me hard!!" Anne screamed. And then 
she came and came and came.

As the cums subsided, Susie pulled her fist out of Anne's 
pussy and scooped up the food that had come out, and fed 
it to Anne. And Anne opened her mouth and ate. And as she 
realized that she was eating food that had been in her 
pussy, food that tasted of her pussy, she had another 
small orgasm over how disgusting it was. 

How could she eat food from her pussy. She was a dirty 
little whore. What was Susie doing, she was taking Anne's 
hand and using it to scoop up some food from Anne's 
pussy. Oh my god, she was moving it toward her mouth. And 
with Anne unresisting, Susie used Anne's hand to feed 
Anne from her pussy.

"Feed yourself slut - you're old enough," Susie said.

Anne reached down and scooped up some more food and 
slowly raised it to her mouth.

"That's it slut. That's how a total slut feeds herself," 
Susie encouraged. Anne closed her eyes and ate the food 
from her hand. And then she reached down for more. This 
was so disgusting. How she must look scooping food from 
her pussy and shoving it in her mouth. She was such a 
tramp.

Each time Anne emptied her pussy, Susie would fill it up 
again, mashing the food with her fist. And then having 
Anne reach her entire hand into her pussy to scoop the 
food back out. And Anne got hotter and hotter as she 
debased herself further and further.

When Anne was full, Susie told her "spread it all over 
your body whore."

"Wh-what?" Anne stammered looking at Susie fearfully.

Susie reached for Anne's clit and started playing with 
it. "You heard me you dirty cunt. Show me what a filthy 
tramp you are. Spread that food all over that disgusting 
whore body of yours." And as Susie said each word, she 
continued to frig Anne's clit.

Anne shuddered with each word as though Susie was hitting 
her. Look at her with food leaking out of her hole. Susie 
was right, she was a dirty little tramp. Oh god, how 
could she be so disgusting. And she was getting off on 
it. Susie's hand was going to make her cum. Oh no.

Anne reached down and grabbed some of the slop oozing 
from her cunt. And as she spread it across her stomach, 
she came. "Oh god, oh god, OH GOD. Fuck me, make me cum. 
Make my slutty pussy cum" Anne shouted. Anne reached for 
more slop. But, as her hand rose toward her stomach, 
Susie grabbed it and guided it toward Anne's face.

Anne allowed her hand to wipe the mixture of food and 
pussy juice over her face, the thought of how she must 
look sent her over the edge again. "Oh god I'M CUMMING!!" 
she shouted. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!"

Anne continued to spread food all over her body. Susie 
had her pay particular attention to her big cow tits, 
spreading it over her tits, packing it between her bikini 
and the tits, and then spreading it over the bikini 
itself. Finally Anne was covered in the slop from her 
cunt. It looked like she had rolled in a pig trough. 
Susie then had her stand up and walk into the backyard. 
Anne was trembling in disgust at how she looked and what 
she had done.

"I need to wash it off, please let me wash it off," Anne 
begged Susie. "This is too disgusting. I have to get this 
off now."

"You really do look like a piece of trash," Susie told 
Anne, watching her cringe at the statement. "You look 
like you've been rolling around in the garbage. In fact, 
you look like a piece of garbage."

About that time Anne's dog trotted up and started licking 
her feet and ankles eating the food.

"No Rover, don't!" Anne commanded the dog.

"Shut up slut," Susie snarled. "Why should the food go to 
waste? Just because you rolled around in it doesn't mean 
its no good for the dog."

"What do you mean?" Anne asked all confused.

"Let him lick it off. For a dirty whore like you, a 
tongue bath from a dog is more than clean enough."

"I-I can't do that," Anne insisted.

Susie slapped Anne. "Don't you fucking tell me what you 
can and can't do you little slut. You're my whore and you 
do whatever I tell you to do." 

Anne froze. How dare Susie slap her. She had no right. 
"Leave me alone," Anne cried. "I'm not going to play any 
of your dirty games anymore. I'm not." And Anne heaved a 
sigh of relief. She had done it. She had told Susie no.

Susie stared at Ann for a couple of seconds and then 
slapped her again. "I said shut the fuck up you little 
whore. You're my little pussy slave and don't you forget 
it. Or don't you remember how you loved shoving your face 
in my pussy."

"It's wrong Susie. Oh please understand, its just wrong. 
I can't do it," Anne said as her will started to weaken.

"Is it any more wrong than when you raped Rachael?" Susie 
asked. 

"Maybe we should play the video I brought so you can 
compare. Maybe we should ask your parents to watch too."

Anne looked at Susie with utter fright on her face. "No, 
you can't do that. No please, I'll do anything. Please 
don't show my parents the tape."

"Then get on your hands and knees bitch," Susie demanded.

"Please, please," Anne whimpered as she sunk to her 
knees. "Please don't do this. I'll do anything Susie, 
just please don't make me do this."

"Look at you," Susie said holding Anne's face so she was 
staring at Susie. "You're such a dirty little thing. On 
your hands and knees as your dog licks all of that slop 
off of you. Do you think he likes it better because the 
taste of your cum is mixed into the food?"

Anne shuddered as she felt Rover's tongue on her leg. Oh 
god, this was so wrong. This was evil letting her dog 
lick her. She didn't care what Susie threatened, she 
couldn't let Rover lick certain parts of her. She would 
rather die.

And what Susie was saying about her. No she wasn't a 
dirty little whore. She was only doing this because Susie 
was blackmailing her, not because she wanted it. Why was 
Susie doing this to her. She would be nice to Susie. 

"Remember last night when you licked my pussy," Susie 
asked. "Remember when I licked yours? Remember after you 
raped Rachael how I held you and fingered your clit. 
Didn't that feel good? Think about how good it felt to 
have me hold you and finger you to cum after cum."

Anne closed her eyes and concentrated on that memory to 
block out what she was doing right now. It had felt so 
good to lie in Susie's arms as she came and came. 

Why couldn't Susie do that now? Oh that had felt so good. 
And as Anne thought about the previous night, she started 
to enjoy the feeling of Rover's tongue on her legs, and 
then her stomach. And when his tongue moved to the edge 
of her ass, the feeling, along with her thoughts brought 
her up to the edge.

"Oh is my little whore going to cum?" Susie asked. "Cum 
for me my little slut."

And as Anne started to cum Susie continued, "Think about 
that dog's tongue on your ass making you cum"

"No I won't," Anne said startled as she realized what 
Susie was saying. "

"Yes my slut, cum on the dog's tongue. Cum for me."

Anne looked at Susie with fear on her face. "Please stop 
him Susie, oh god please stop him!" she begged as she 
felt his tongue move toward her ass crack. His tongue was 
doing all kinds of funny things to her. The thought of 
Rover's tongue on her bathing suit over her ass had her 
frozen. This couldn't be exciting her. This couldn't be 
why she had cum. NO it couldn't. Susie was wrong. It was 
the thoughts of Susie's mouth and hand on her clit that 
had made her cum. She had been thinking of something 
else.

This scared her. She didn't want Rover's tongue on her 
anywhere. And now rover was licking the food off of her 
bikini bottom. This was too disgusting. But Susie was 
holding her in position. She couldn't move. And if she 
did, Susie would show the tape to her parents. Better to 
hold still. 

So Anne froze in place, shaking with fear and crying in 
shame as she let her dog lick all the food off of her 
body. And when Susie made her sit up on her knees so 
Rover could lick the front of her bikini bottom and her 
chest, Anne closed her eyes and held her position, while 
all the time shaking with sobs over what she was allowing 
her dog to do. 

Susie loved watching Rover lick the food off of Anne's 
taut belly, working toward her tits. Those wonderful 
gigantic whore tits sticking out from Anne's body. God 
she loved how those looked, heaving and shaking with 
Anne's sobs.

And when Rover had cleaned all of Anne except her crotch, 
Susie had Anne stand up with her legs spread. Susie then 
pushed Rover's snout into Anne's crotch. "Finish up your 
lunch boy" she said.

"Oh god no," Anne cried. "PLEASE GOD NO!" she begged 
sobbing. "I'll do anything but please don't do this - I 
beg you PLEASE!!"

"Do you want to take your bikini off?" Susie asked 
sweetly. "We can let Rover clean out the inside of your 
pussy. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Anne froze. Oh no, she would rather die. She could handle 
this. She could get thorough it. Yes she could. Ok, he's 
doing it. OH GOD, HER DOG WAS LICKING HER PUSSY THROUGH 
THE SUIT. "Oh god..." Anne sobbed, "Oh no."

Susie held Anne's head and stroked her hair as Rover 
cleaned the food off of the suit. Once the food was 
cleaned off, Rover kept trying to lick the food between 
the suit and Anne's pussy, continuing to lick her clit 
through the suit.

Anne sobbed her soul out as she clung to Susie, 
shuddering in shame at the image of her dog licking her 
clit. And as the feelings built, Anne came in Susie's 
arms, shuddering even more in shame that she came from 
the licking. How could her body betray her like this? And 
with after her cum stopped, Anne collapsed. 

Rover ran off and Susie held Anne, kissing her and gently 
fingering her clit. And as Anne cried in Susie's arms, 
she once again grabbed on to Susie as her anchor in a 
storm of uncertainty. She let herself go, kissing Susie 
back and relaxing in the feelings of the gentle cums 
Susie's fingers were generating in her. Susie loved her 
and would take care of her.


Chapter 15 - Weekends
*********************


For the next couple of weekends Susie came over to Anne's 
house. She even spent Friday and Saturday night with 
Anne. How could Anne's parents object - what was wrong 
with an innocent 15-year-old girl spending the night with 
their daughter.

Susie would manage for most of the weekend to keep Anne 
constantly cumming in the most embarrassing ways. Riding 
the school bus to Anne's house, they would sit in the 
back and Susie would finger Anne toward the end of the 
ride when the bus was mostly empty. Anne would get off 
with a giant wet spot on the back of her skirt.

When they went to the bathroom, Susie would have Anne eat 
her afterwards and leave a coat of girl cum all over 
Anne's face. Or Susie would eat Anne to the edge of an 
orgasm, and they would then go back out where Anne's 
parents were. And Susie would do this repeatedly until 
Anne was ready to finger herself in front of her own 
parents. 

Susie would have Anne go to the next room and finger 
herself while Susie talked to Anne's parents - just steps 
away from seeing Anne fingering her clit. At night all 
Susie let Anne wear was a T-shirt, no panties. So Anne 
would be walking around her parents feeling totally 
naked. And bending or sitting wrong would show her 
parents everything. And to make it worse, sometimes Susie 
attached bells to Anne's cunt rings so Anne had to walk 
and move even more carefully.

They would cuddle up under a blanket to watch TV with 
Anne's parents under the blanket Anne would pull up her 
shirt and Susie would finger her clit the entire time. 
Anne would quietly cum repeatedly just inches away from 
her parents.

At night they would sleep in a 69 licking each other 
until they fell asleep and again in the morning. 
Sometimes Susie would handcuff Anne's hands behind her 
back and leave vibrators on in Anne's pussy and ass all 
night long.

On Sunday's for church, Susie would dress Anne up in a 
corset and stockings. Susie then put on her red lipstick 
and would place kisses all over Anne's tits and cunt. 
Then Susie would help Anne put a dress on. Anne would 
almost cum knowing Susie's kisses were all over her in 
church. 

They would go to watch a movie and Susie would finger 
Anne the entire time. Even if someone was seated right 
next to Anne, Susie would still finger her and get her 
off. Several times people had moved away from them in 
disgust realizing what they were doing - which only added 
to Anne's mortification.

When they went to the store Anne would have a vibrator in 
her pussy and the butt-plug in her ass. Sometimes Anne 
would wear a very short skirt. And sometimes she would 
wear nothing but a T-shirt. In either case, the slightest 
breath of wind would lift up the edge, showing everyone 
her ass and pussy.

Susie would have Anne walk to the railing on the top 
floor of the mall so that people below could look up and 
see her bar slit, with the vibrator stuffed up into it. 
Anne would hold onto the railing with her eyes closed 
embarrassed and ashamed at what everyone could see.

But she had to do it. One time she told Susie no and 
Susie then pulled her T-shirt up to her armpits with 
people all around them. Anne almost died. Only a couple 
of boys had actually seen it - no one else was sure what 
had gone on. But Anne's will to resist died with that. 
Nothing Susie made her do was as bad as having her shirt 
pulled up.

Occasionally in the stores, in a cornet where no one 
could see them, Susie would have Anne crouch down and 
plunge the vibrator in and out of her cunt. Anne would 
sink in a pool of shame, plunging the vibrator in and out 
of her slit, and cumming in a store with people all 
around them. At least once each weekend both of Anne's 
parents would leave for a while.

And each time, Susie repeated filling Anne's cunt with 
food, spreading it over Anne, and having Rover lick it 
off. And each time, Anne would cry in shame at what she 
was doing. And then, after it was over, she would shudder 
in Susie's arms for a half hour or more because she had 
cum from her dog's tongue.

And so it went. Susie kept Anne in a state of constant 
arousal. And Anne was constantly ashamed of the dirty 
whore things Susie kept doing to her. Anne was also kept 
barely dressed. Wearing just a T-shirt to the mall was 
almost as bad in Anne's mind as going naked.

When Anne's parents were gone, Anne was totally naked in 
her house, and usually playing with her pussy. When they 
were there, Susie kept Anne as naked as possible, 
cuddling under a blanket to watch TV with a naked Anne. 
Lifting her skirt when Anne was on the other side of the 
counter from her parents. Taking Anne's bikini bottom off 
when they were in the pool and Anne's mom was inside 
watching them.

And always, keeping Anne on the edge of her next orgasm, 
or making her cum. Anne would fall asleep cumming. She 
would wake to Susie's mouth on her clit bringing her to 
her first orgasm of the day. A trip to the bathroom 
always meant a cum or two. A trip to the mall was a 
constant high with Susie having her hands on Anne almost 
constantly.

At home Anne would have orgasm after orgasm. Every time 
they went up to Anne's room Susie would have Anne strip 
and then bring herself off. They would then rub their 
naked bodies together, Susie with her just blooming 
womanhood and small tits pressed against Anne's giant cow 
udders, mouths glued to each other with tongues darting 
down each others throats. Legs intertwined as bare 
pussies rubbed against each other. And hands running over 
each other's bodies.

This was Anne's refuge from the storm. There was nothing 
disgusting she had to do during these sessions. She and 
Susie would just make mad passionate love to each other. 
Anne would release all of her pent up shame and 
degradation into their lovemaking. And it was lovemaking. 

Anne was falling deeply in love with Susie. She loved 
running her hands over Susie's small breasts. She loved 
feeling Susie's little pussy rub against her leg. And she 
loved kissing Susie, darting her tongue into Susie's 
mouth and feeling Susie's wet tongue in her mouth.

And it was mutual. Susie found herself falling in love 
with the little whore.

How could she not. Anne did everything Susie told her to. 
Having Anne eat her to several climaxes a day alone would 
be enough to make most girls fall for the slut. Susie 
loved seeing Anne's naked body. She was such a beautiful 
sight with those giant tits that screamed the word SLUT, 
that lovely bare pussy, and those rings everywhere that 
showed her for the whore she was. Mostly she loved Anne 
because Anne wallowed in every degrading act Susie 
demanded of her.

After 2 weekends one Sunday, Susie kept bringing Anne 
coke's to drink. Anne was so pleased that Susie was doing 
something for her that she kept drinking them as they 
laid out near the pool. But when she had to go pee, Susie 
wouldn't let Anne get up.

"Susie PLEASE, I really need to pee," Anne begged.

"Don't you dare get up," Susie whispered to Anne while 
smiling at Anne's mother who was watching them.

"I have to Susie or I'm going to explode," Anne pleaded.

"Let it out right there."

"WHAT?" Anne said so loud her mother looked up at her.

"I want you to pee right there."

"I can't do that," Anne insisted.

"Yes you can - if you don't want your bladder to 
explode." 

"Oh god," Anne said as she started to release her 
bladder, feeling her bikini get warm and wet.

"That's it my little slut," Susie whispered to Anne. God 
she loved doing this to her in front of Anne's parents.

Anne shuddered in shame. Here she was pissing in her 
pants in front of her mom. This was so disgusting. How 
could she do something so disgusting. And as Anne felt 
the pee dribble down her legs and ass and drip to the 
cement she felt like a total tramp.

As she was still peeing Susie grabbed her hand and said, 
"C'mon, lets go for a swim," and pulled her up. So Anne 
followed Susie to the pool with pee dribbling out of her 
bikini down her lets to her feet. GOD it felt so 
disgusting. She was pissing on herself.

Once they were in the pool Anne felt better as the pee 
was washed away.

Susie leaned over to Anne and whispered, "Lets swim over 
by your mom. When we're next to her, out your hand in my 
cunt. And don't you dare pull it out for ANY reason."

"I-I can't do that," Anne said horrified.

"Should I tell your mom to check out that puddle under 
your lounge?" Susie asked smiling.

"O-Ok," Anne whimpered.

The two swam over and as Susie spread her legs wide under 
water and talked to Anne's mom, Anne placed her fingers 
in Susie's pussy. Once Anne's hand was in there, Susie 
closed her legs trapping Anne's hand. Suddenly Anne's 
hand felt warm. OH MY GOD, Susie was pissing all over 
Anne's hand. 

Anne tried to pull her hand away but her mother would 
notice if she tried too hard so she was trapped. Anne was 
totally ashamed at herself - she was allowing Susie to 
piss on her and she wasn't doing anything to stop it.

After Susie stopped pissing, she pushed Anne's head 
underwater where she had pissed. Anne's mom took it as 
plain old fun. How was she to know that Susie was pushing 
her daughter's head into piss? But Anne knew and she 
almost threw up when she got some of the water in her 
mouth. 

From that point forward, Anne rarely pee'ed into a toilet 
on the weekends. When she was in her bikini Susie always 
made her pee in her pants, sometimes not letting her swim 
until hours later after it had dried in her bikini.

In public, if there was a bush to go behind, or an alley 
to duck in to, then Anne had to squat and pee on the 
ground hoping no one would see her. And with nothing to 
wipe, she would have drops fall down her leg afterwards.

And every morning and night in the shower, Susie would 
pee into Anne's hands, and then have Anne pee into her 
own hands. Anne would always wash her hands immediately 
afterwards. But like the lipstick kisses on her breasts 
and cunt, she never felt her hands were clean enough. 

After that, Susie had Anne play with her clit in the 
shower and pee when she came. While Anne hated this, it 
became such a habit that she did it even on weekdays when 
Susie wasn't there, crying in shame that her urges caused 
her to do something so dirty.

Susie also started experimenting in bondage with Anne. 
Susie was fascinated with Anne's giant tits. Having DD 
breasts on a petite little frame was such a sexy site. 
And there was almost no sag in them yet, that would come 
in later years but not yet.

Susie would spend hours kissing and sucking and caressing 
Anne's giant udders. Burying her face in them while 
squeezing and grabbing them too. Then one day, Susie 
pulled out some line and started to wrap the base of one 
breast. Wrapping tighter and tighter telling Anne to shut 
up when she protested. Susie wrapped it so tight that the 
rest of Anne's breast ballooned out around the rope, 
making it even bigger.

Susie then wrapped Anne's other tit with the rope too, 
making them both stick out. They looked so beautiful like 
this, turning a deep red and then slowly purple. Susie 
gently kissed and caressed them for a half hour before 
untying the rope.

Anne was in agony for 10 minutes after the rope was 
undone and the blood rushed back into her tits. Susie 
held her and kissed her as the agony slowly subsided. 
Susie then strapped on a dildo and they made love while 
Susie mauled Anne's sensitive tits and Anne cried from 
the pain as she had orgasm after orgasm.

After that, Susie would wrap Anne's tits and have her 
dress and walk around the house in front of her parents 
with her tits all bound up. And Susie would bump into 
Anne's breasts, or cause Anne to bump into the wall, 
sending pain shooting through Anne's over sensitized 
breasts. 

Next Susie bought bracelets for Anne that could be 
clipped together. So while all anyone else saw as Anne 
wearing matching bracelets and holding her hands together 
behind her, actually they were clipped together and Anne 
had to hold her hands behind her back.

Susie loved nothing better than to take Anne to the mall 
with her breasts bound, her hands clipped behind her, 
wearing nothing but a T-shirt and high-heeled sandals. 
Watching Anne's constant pain and embarrassment as men 
around her stared at her.

Having Anne stand behind a rack of clothes where everyone 
could see her from the chest up as Susie would pull up 
the T-shirt and play with her clit, bringing Anne to 
orgasm in front of all the other shoppers. And Anne 
wanting to curl up and die but unable to do anything with 
her hands tied behind her back.

Susie started keeping Anne's hands clipped behind her 
back whenever she could, unclipping them only when her 
parents were around and could tell. In public, Anne came 
to accept that it was normal for her hands to be tied 
behind her back. 

At home, in private, in another room from her parents, 
while watching TV Anne had her hands clipped behind her 
back. And while sunning herself in the backyard, Susie 
would clip Anne's hands to the top of the lounge, holding 
them in place.

To complete Anne's bondage in public, Susie got Anne some 
really thick contact lenses (Anne's vision was 20/20) and 
had her wear those, and 7" heels when they went out. With 
the contact lenses everything was a blurry shape to Anne 
and anything more than 10 feet away was part of an 
indistinguishable background.

The heels made it extremely difficult to walk and with 
the lenses in, impossible to see where she was stepping. 
With her arms behind her and her bound breasts sensitive 
to anything she bumped into, Anne was totally dependent 
on Susie.

Susie would lean over to kiss Anne someplace private and 
then tell Anne that 20 men had watched them french-kiss. 
Anne would sink in shame at what she had done. They would 
sit in a restaurant facing the wall where no one could 
see them and Susie would have Anne spread her legs for 
all the men supposedly watching her. And when Susie would 
then rub her clit getting her off, Anne would feel 
totally degraded for cumming like a whore in front of 
everyone.

Anne refused to do what Susie said just once. They were 
in a sporting goods store and Susie had a bat sticking up 
from the floor and wanted Anne to fuck it. When Anne said 
no, Susie walked off. Anne stood there and called for her 
- but Susie was gone. What could she do. She couldn't 
see, she couldn't use her hands, and if she fell down in 
her high heels, everyone would see her bare pussy and the 
ever present butt-plug in her ass.

Anne stood there and quietly sobbed. She couldn't ask 
anyone for help.

How could she tell someone that her hands were clipped 
behind her back. If she did they would know - know that 
she was someone's private little whore to use and abuse 
anyway they wished.

Anne took a tentative step, and the another. As hope 
started to spring up, she bumped into a rack, sending 
pain shooting through her bound breasts. As Anne stumbled 
from bumping in, her foot hit something else and she 
started to fall down.

Oh god, she thought NO. This was her worst nightmare. 
Everyone would find out. But as Anne fell, she fell 
against a body. A body that reached out and steadied her. 
"Are you ok?" the blurry shape in front of her asked.

"F-fine, I'm fine thank you" Anne replied.

The shape moved off and Anne froze afraid to move again. 
Oh god what was she going to do. Anne shivered in fear. 
Everyone would see. Anne suddenly realized what she 
looked like. Here she was dressed in just a T-shirt, with 
her tits wrapped in rope, and wearing 7" heels. She was 
an utter slut. 

Oh god, she wished she could just roll up into a ball and 
disappear. "Hi slut" Susie whispered in her ear. "Have 
you changed your mind?" Anne almost collapsed in relief. 
Susie was back. Oh thank god. "Please don't leave me 
Susie, please don't ever leave me" Anne begged. "Are you 
my little slut?"

"Yes, yes, oh please don't leave me Susie."

"Are you going to tell me no again?"

"No, no I won't tell you no again."

"You just said no whore," Susie said and walked away 
again.

"Susie wait, Susie please wait," Anne cried desperately.

There was no answer. Oh god, she had left her. Anne stood 
there for what seemed a lifetime praying for Susie to 
come back. Finally she felt a touch on her arm.

"Are you going to tell me no again?" Susie asked.

"N-Y-I-I" Anne stammered unsure how to answer the 
question. "Want me to leave again?" Susie asked letting 
go of Anne's arm and stepping back smiling.

"N-N-N-P-Please Susie," begged Anne.

"Please what?"

"Please don't leave me." Anne pleaded.

"Answer me then slut - will you ever tell me no again?"

Suddenly inspiration struck, "I won't Susie, I won't ever 
say it again," Anne said with relief.

"Are you my whore?"

"Yes Susie, I'm your whore," Anne replied.

"Don't call me Susie anymore. Call me Mistress," Susie 
demanded.

"Yes Mistress," Anne said, readily agreeing to anything 
Susie said. Just as long as she didn't leave her.

"You never fucked that bat my little whore did you?"

"N-No," Anne whimpered.

"You said no" Susie said letting go of Anne's arm.

Anne freaked. Oh my god no. Susie was going to leave her 
here. Anne started to panic.

"And you forgot to say Mistress slut," Susie continued. 
"Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Please, please Mistress, please don't leave me," Anne 
pleaded.

"That's better cunt hole," Susie said with scorn dripping 
from her voice. Anne reacted as though hit. "Maybe you're 
too stupid to avoid using the word no. Are you too stupid 
my little fuck face?"

Anne grasped at her last chance. "Yes, yes I'm too 
stupid. Please forgive me Su-Mistress. Please forgive 
me," Anne begged with tears running down her face.

"Ok my stupid little slut, you can say no. But don't you 
EVER, EVER disagree with me. You got that?" Susie 
demanded.

"N-No, I won't Susie," Anne said in relief.

"Mistress whore - my name is Mistress," Susie hissed.

"Mistress - I'm sorry Mistress," Anne stammered. It won't 
happen again. Susie reached down and pulled the vibrator 
out of Anne's pussy. She then positioned the bat below 
her.

"Ok slut, drop your hot hole down on the bat. You know 
you want it. You want to fuck it don't you?" Susie asked.

Anne started to drop down and felt the end of the bat 
pressing against her cunt hole. "Ye-Yes," she answered 
Susie.

"Yes what?" Susie demanded.

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes Mistress what - what is it you want to do?"

"I-I want to fuck the bat Mistress," Anne said and sobbed 
as she said it. Oh god, how could she say she wanted to 
do something so disgusting. She didn't want to do this. 
She didn't want to fuck the bat. How could she say that. 
Suddenly Anne realized that Susie was talking to her.

"Tell me how much you love it slut. Tell me that you love 
having a bat up your cunt. I mean, if you didn't like it 
there's no reason for me to stay here s there?"

"Oh please don't leave Susie. I lo-"

"Mistress you dumb cunt. Can't you even remember 
something that simple. Or are all your brains in that wet 
hole of yours?" Anne cringed. "I'm sorry Mistress - I'm 
sorry. Please don't leave me."

"You really are a dumb little cunt aren't you?" Susie 
sneered.

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry," Anne whimpered.

Susie noticed that Anne was not fucking the bat. "Come on 
whore, fuck the bat. Get yourself off on it. You know you 
want it. You know you love having it up your pussy. Tell 
me how much you love it."

Anne started moving up and down on the bat. God it hurt 
stretching her pussy. And her legs hurt moving her body 
up and down. "I love it Mistress. I love feeling the bat 
in my pussy."

"Keep talking slut. Don't stop talking or fucking till 
you cum. Tell your Mistress how much you love fucking the 
bat. Tell me what a disgusting little slut you are."

Anne felt so degraded she wanted to die. Fucking the bat 
was so dirty. She was acting like a total whore. And now 
Mistress wanted her to say she liked it. Mistress wanted 
her to cum. She couldn't do that. She couldn't pretend to 
like it. And there was no way she could cum.

"I can leave slut. I can leave you here with a bat up 
your pussy and send the manager over to see what's going 
on. Would you like that?"

"I love it Mistress. I love fucking the bat. It's getting 
me so hot. I love feeling it stuffed up in my pussy," 
Anne babbled on in desperation. And as Anne went on and 
on, she felt more and more disgusted with herself. Look 
at her talk about how it turned her on.

And then Anne found herself getting turned on. Oh god she 
was enjoying it. She couldn't, oh no she couldn't. This 
was just too disgusting. But as the feelings built, 
Anne's words started reflecting how she really felt. 

"Oh god, it feels so good plunging into my pussy 
Mistress. I love it. It's getting me hot. Oh fuck me, 
fuck me." And Anne went on and on. As she built up, 

Susie started whispering to her, "Are you my little sex 
slave? Are you my little pussy eating lesbo whore?"

As Anne heard the words she shuddered. She was Susi-- no 
Mistresses sex slave. She was her whore. And a mini-
orgasm ran through Anne as she realized this. What a 
dirty thought, that she was Mistress's sex slave. "Yes, 
yes Mistress I'm your sex slave. I'm your whore," Anne 
said as she approached her cum.

Susie stopped Anne's movement when the bat was fully in 
her pussy. "Are you my slave? Are you my pussy slave?"

Anne strained to pump herself on the bat so she could 
cum. Why was Mistress stopping her? She would do anything 
to cum right now. "Yes, I'm your slave Mistress. I'm 
anything you want."

Susie released Anne so she could continue pumping. "Keep 
telling me you're my pussy slave cunt."

"I'm your pussy slave Mistress. I love eating your pussy. 
I love you Mistress. Please let me cum." Anne kept 
repeating variations of these lines as she pumped herself 
toward an orgasm. Oh god, she wanted to cum so bad. Oh 
please don't stop me Mistress Anne thought.

Suddenly there was a voice. "What the hell is going on 
here?" Susie looked over. Oh shit, it was the store 
manager. And he could see exactly what was going on. 
Fuck, everything down the tubes. Once the police were 
involved she wouldn't see Anne again for a hundred years.

Anne freaked. Oh god, someone was watching her fuck the 
bat. And they heard what she was telling Susie. This 
couldn't be happening. Everyone would find out what a 
disgusting little tramp she was. Fucking a bat in the 
middle of the department store. Anne stood and sobbed in 
shame at the thought of how she must look.

Think Susie said to herself THINK. What the fuck was she 
going to do. She could run but they would have Anne. And 
Anne would talk. WAIT A MINUTE. Look at him. He was 
staring at the bat in Anne's pussy. 

He was mesmerized. OF COURSE, what guy could resist that 
sight. Susie walked over to the manager. "You can call 
the cops. And this all stops right now. Or you can watch 
while she finishes. Think about it - ever think you'll 
get to see this again. Don't you want to watch her cum on 
the bat?"

He was frozen. Susie figured that he couldn't help it. He 
wanted to call the cops. It was the right thing to do. 
But he couldn't pull his eyes off of Anne.

"Fuck it," Susie said to Anne. "Fuck the bat you dirty 
little cunt. Fuck it or he'll call the cops!"

Anne was frozen. She couldn't do this in front of someone 
else. What would he think of her. He would think she was 
an utter slut. But she had to. She had to. Oh God and 
Anne shuddered at the utter shame of fucking a bat in 
front of a stranger. And then she started to move. 

"Tell me that you're my sex slave my little whore," Susie 
whispered. 

Anne sobbed and started to cry. Not in front of this 
stranger. She couldn't.

She couldn't show the world what a slutty disgusting 
tramp she had become.

"Tell me NOW or I leave you for him and the cops," Susie 
snarled. 

Anne's whole body was racked with sobs. Rivers of tears 
were running down her face. She couldn't do this. It was 
too humiliating even for the slut she had become. But she 
had to... "I'm you slut Mistress. I'm your pussy slave. 
I'm your lesbo whore. I love you Mistress. I'm your sex 
slave. I'll do anything you want me to."

"Is my little sex slave going to cum? Cum for your 
Mistress you little whore."

And the vision of what she had become pushed Anne over 
the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. She lost all 
strength and fell onto the bat jamming it all the way up 
into her pussy with her weight resting on it. And through 
the orgasm Anne kept whispering to Susie, "I love you 
Mistress. I'm you pussy slave Mistress."

Susie looked over to the store manager who had obviously 
cum in his pants. She went over to him and whispered to 
him. He nodded once, took a last look at Anne and hurried 
away.

Susie went back to Anne who was starting to panic when 
Susie left her. "Its ok my little slave, your Mistress is 
here. I'll take care of you. Its ok my little whore."

And Anne relaxed as she came down from her cum. Here she 
was in a store with a bat jammed up her pussy. She had 
just cum in front of someone else. This was so awful. 
Please oh please she needed to get out of here. 

"Please Susie ca-" Susie put her hand over Anne's mouth 
(she couldn't slap her here - people would see it). "Its 
Mistress you slut," Susie hissed.

"I-I'm sorry Mistress. Please can we leave now," Anne 
begged. 

"We're just about to go my little pussy slave. But I'm 
waiting for the manager to bring something. You can't 
walk out with everyone seeing that bat up your pussy. 
Everyone would be too disgusted to see what a tramp you 
really are."

Anne cringed at the thought. "Please pull it out," she 
asked Susie.

"You forgot to say Mistress," Susie laughed.

"Please pull it out Mistress," Anne pleaded.

"Too late - it stays in. But don't worry," Susie said as 
the manager came back and handed her a wrap-around skirt. 
"Here's a skirt to hide it." And Susie wrapped the floor 
length skirt around Anne. And Anne waddled the length of 
the mall with a bat jammed up her pussy under her skirt, 
her bound breasts pushing out against the too tight T-
shirt bouncing for everyone to see.

When they arrived at Anne's home, Susie had Anne lay down 
on the bed and fuck herself with the bat. And Anne sat on 
her face and had Anne eat her out. And the whole time she 
talked to Anne. "You're my sex slave. I'm your Mistress. 
You do whatever I tell you to do. You don't do anything 
unless I tell you. Do you understand my little whore?"

And each time Susie asked Anne if she understood Anne 
would stop eating her for a second and say "Yes Mistress" 
and then go back to eating Susie's pussy. After a half 
hour of this, Susie had beat down most of Anne's little 
remaining willpower.

Susie also had Anne wear a Walkman most of the time, 
while at home, at school, when they went on their trips, 
and while sleeping. It was a recording, mostly of Anne's 
voice from the tapes they had made of her calling herself 
a whore and a slut. The sounds of people fucking Anne and 
of Anne raping Rachael.

And interspersed within it all were Susie's voice, over a 
background of the two of them fucking, telling Anne that 
Susie was her Mistress and that she was Mistress' sex 
slave. That she was to do anything and everything 
Mistress told her to do. That her only role in life was 
to be Mistress' whore and slut and slave."

Through all of this Anne lost all of her willpower and 
retreated into her own world where all that existed was 
her Mistress. Anne rarely could choose what to do with 
Susie keeping her as naked and bound as possible. Wearing 
the heels and contacts made it impossible for Anne to 
take even a few simple steps without Mistress.

And the tape playing in her ears everywhere, in the most 
normal situations, made her constantly aware that she was 
her Mistress' sex slave. Sitting at dinner with her 
parents or in class at school while listening to 
Rachael's screams as she raped her, or men calling her a 
whore as she jerked them off on the dance floor, made 
these things a part of her normal life. 

Then her Mistress' voice, her Mistress who she loved so 
much, telling her that she was Mistress' pussy slave, 
that became Anne's new foundation. Her Mistress who was 
always with her, even when she wasn't physically there, 
that became the new foundation for Anne to re-build her 
mind on.

Susie also expanded how Anne fed Rover. There was a brand 
of large dog biscuits that Rover loved. So when Anne and 
Susie arrived at Anne's house, Susie would have Anne 
stick one of the biscuits half into her pussy. The first 
couple of times they did this Anne's parents weren't 
home.

So as soon as they stepped in the door, Susie raised 
Anne's dress and Rover grabbed the biscuit. Anne stood in 
shame, but it was over so fast that it wasn't that big a 
deal.

Then Susie stopped raising Anne's skirt. Rover could 
smell the biscuit and made a beeline for Anne's crotch. 
With her hands clipped behind her back, Anne couldn't 
stop him. Rover's head darted under Anne's skirt and 
grabbed the dog biscuit.

This repeated time after time with Rover learning that 
there was always a treat for him under Anne's skirt. And 
Anne had to allow her dog to stick his head under her 
skirt, pulling the biscuit from her pussy. Sometimes his 
nose would hit her clit. Or his tongue would lick her 
pussy. And each time Anne shuddered in shame.


Chapter 16 - Spring Break
*************************


And while all of this was going on, Susie was working on 
Anne's father. Susie had seen the glances she got. So she 
made sure there was a lot to glance at. Her legs would 
fall carelessly open showing her pussy through a pair of 
well worn panties. Or maybe the panties had moved to one 
side. And Susie didn't need to wear a bra. So she would 
lean over and her blouse would fall away showing Anne's 
father her tits. Or she would wear a tight tank-top, cut 
to the midriff, and so worn that you could almost see 
through it.

And whenever Susie had a good excuse, she would give him 
a big hug, pressing her tits into his arm or back. Susie 
could see the interest growing and growing in his eyes. 
He was definitely thinking of her in sexual terms. So 
next Susie would manage to have the bathroom or bedroom 
door open while she changed clothes. She would pretend to 
not see him and stretch to give him a better view.

Susie found out that Fred (Anne's father) would go down 
for a snack many nights around 2:00 AM. So Susie started 
going down for a snack then too on the weekends when she 
stayed with Anne. All she wore was a T-shirt that was 
tight against her body. Anne's dad almost couldn't help 
himself the first time he saw her sexy young body under 
the shirt. 

There was something about Susie's developing body that he 
found almost irresistible. The still budding breasts so 
smooth and firm. The flat stomach without even a though 
of fat or sag. The legs that still belonged to a little 
girl.

The first couple of nights Susie just talked to Fred. 
Each night she would lean back more while talking, 
pressing her tits against the shirt and having it ride 
higher up her thighs. By the fourth night, Fred could see 
her pussy peeking under the shirt.

Susie then started to spread her legs. Fred tried not to 
be obvious but it was clear that he was mainly looking at 
Susie's crotch. Susie continued for a couple of nights 
talking to Fred while more and more obviously spreading 
her legs so he could look at her pussy.

Then one night, while talking to Fred who was basically 
staring at Susie's pussy, Susie reached down and started 
playing with her pussy. She played until she came and 
then went back to bed, leaving Fred sitting at the table 
in shock with a wet spot in his pajamas.

Susie continued to play with herself in front of Fred 
weekend night after night, playing with her tits too and 
cumming and cumming for him. And Fred started to stroke 
his cock while watching cumming with her. Then one night, 
as Fred was about to cum, Susie dropped to the floor and 
started sucking his cock. 

Before Fred could say anything, he came in Susie's mouth. 
And Susie then ran off before Fred could catch his 
breath. The next night Fred wasn't there. After about 15-
minutes he came in with a hunted look on his face. Susie 
wouldn't let him speak though; sitting him down she dove 
onto his cock and sucked him off in under a minute. This 
continued for the next several weekends.

Then on night as she was sucking Fred, Susie stood up and 
mounted him. Before Fred knew what was going on, Susie 
was fucking him. And while he verbally protested, he 
fucked back depositing a load of sperm in Susie's pussy.

And each night Susie would then go back to Anne's room, 
wake her up, and have her suck the cum out of her pussy, 
telling Anne where it came from. And as Anne would recoil 
in horror, Susie would scoop some of Fred's sperm from 
her pussy and push it into Anne's pussy so Anne had her 
father's sperm in her cunt.

And Anne would cry in shame feeling totally degraded as 
her father's sperm dripped from her lips and pussy. And 
Susie and Anne would then 69 with Anne cumming and 
cumming while eating more of her father's sperm from 
Susie feeling that she had sunk as far into the gutter as 
possible. And as each orgasm coursed through her body, 
she felt more ashamed for cumming while eating her own 
father's cum. And the shame made each orgasm more 
intense. So that she came harder and harder while eating 
her own father's cum.

Susie didn't care about Fred. What she wanted was him in 
a position where he couldn't tell Susie or Anne no to 
anything. And they had reached that point. As Spring 
Break approached, an even better opportunity appeared. 
Susie's parents planned to take the entire family on a 
business trip of Susie's father. Susie proposed that she 
stay with Anne instead. This was fine with Susie's 
parents. 

When they called Anne's father, all he could think about 
was fucking Susie every night and agreed instantly. This 
would give Susie 9 straight days with Anne. All that was 
left was getting rid of Anne's mom. Then there would be 
no limits. That turned out to be almost too easy. Anne 
pointed out to Fred that she could fuck him a lot more if 
Claire (Anne's mom) wasn't there. It turns out Claire 
wanted to go visit her sister. And with a school break 
and a friend to play with, Anne could survive for a week 
without her.

So Friday Susie and Anne took the bus home to a house 
that would hold just three of them for the next 9 days. 
It was to be a week that none of them would ever forget.

As soon as they arrived home, Anne fed Rover his biscuit 
and then took her clothes off. God what an intense week 
it had been. But now she could relax with her Mistress. 
Anne let all of her worries disappear by realizing that 
for the next 9 days, there was nothing she had to think 
about. Mistress would decide everything.

Anne had so given up making her own decisions that she 
had almost pee'ed in her pants a couple of times because 
Susie had not told her to pee and she didn't think about 
anything. It was so good to not worry about anything and 
just luxuriate in the orgasms Mistress gave her. 

Susie led Anne into the bathroom and had Anne draw a bath 
and sit in the tub. Susie then sat on the edge behind her 
and washed Anne's hair. Susie then put a coloring gel in 
Anne's hair and had her sit in the tub with the gel in 
her hair for a half hour.

After a half hour, Anne washed out her hair and then took 
a shower with Susie washing her Mistress by putting soap 
on her tits and then rubbing them all over Mistress' 
body. She then licked her Mistress to an orgasm while 
finger herself to one.

After drying themselves off, Susie led Anne to the 
mirror. "This is how I want my little slave to look" she 
told Anne.

Anne gasped. Before she had had beautiful brunette hair. 
Hair that shined with beauty. It was the last mark of the 
original Anne Paul had left her. And it was the one thing 
that had stopped everyone from considering her a "dumb 
blond" when she got her big tits.

But now her hair was blond. And not a natural blond. It 
was so bleached it was almost white. No one had natural 
hair this color. No this hair screamed out BIMBO. The 
slut she saw in the mirror made Barbie look like an 
intellectual. Anne dropped her face into her hands 
sobbing. Susie pulled her hands down and then pulled on 
the back of Anne's hair so she was looking at the mirror 
again. 

"That's my sex slave slut. That's how a whore's hair 
should look. Aren't you going to thank me?" Anne looked 
at herself and shuddered. This is what Mistress wanted. 
This made Mistress happy.

"Thank you Mistress," Anne whimpered. 

"Thank you for giving me a slut's hair color Mistress," 
Susie said.

"Thank you for giving me slut hair Mistress" Ann 
whimpered. "Play with yourself while you look at your 
hair. Think about how you look and play with your clit my 
little pussy slave," Susie cooed. 

Anne played with her clit while looking at herself. God 
she was a disgusting piece of fuck meat. Her entire body 
screamed whore. That's all she was - a fuck toy for 
Mistress and others to use. Look at those giant whore 
tits. Only a whore had tits that big. And that bare pussy 
so that everyone could see her wet hole. And the hair 
that told them all she only existed for sex, to get men 
and women off.

And as Anne catalogued what a filthy piece of fuck meat 
she was, she was working toward an orgasm. And as she saw 
the dirty whore getting off in the mirror, her disgust at 
her self-image took her over the edge to cum and cum 
watching the filthy whore in the mirror get off.

As Anne came down from her cum she saw Susie walk back 
in. Susie was carrying a couple of bracelets and some 
other things that Anne didn't understand. Anne turned 
toward Susie and waited for Susie to tell her what to do.

Susie didn't say anything but dropped down and buckled a 
bracelet around each of Anne's ankles. They looked a 
little unusual but no one would guess their true purpose 
although Anne could certainly guess. Susie then buckled 
another around Anne's neck. Again, its true purpose was 
masked - it looked like a choker - a very pretty one in 
fact. Susie then buckled bracelets around Anne's upper 
arms.

Susie then pulled out a leather mini-corset. All it 
covered was from the top of the pelvic bone to the 
beginning of Anne's ribcage. Anne was already 
ridiculously thin thanks to the plastic surgery. But 
Susie wanted more. So she pulled and pulled on the laces 
tightening the corset and then tightening it some more. 

Anne could feel her insides shifting around trying to 
find room. Finally Susie stopped and Anne had an almost 
impossible hourglass figure. The leather was the same 
color as Anne's skin and the laces went under a flap so 
it looked as though Anne was just impossibly thin. Susie 
then reached up with what looked like the piercing gun 
from her shop. It was the piercing gun! "Oh no, oh please 
Mistress no," Anne whimpered.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY SLAVE?" Susie yelled. "Did you 
tell me to not do something?"

"I-I'm sorry Mistress. I'm sorry. But it hurts. It 
hurts," Anne pleaded.

"Tell me you want it whore. Apologize and ask for it."

"I-I-I'm sorry Mistress. It hurts. Please Mistress, 
PLEASE!!" Anne whimpered.

Susie turned and walked out.

"I'm sorry Mistress" Anne wailed. "I'm sorry. Please come 
back. Let me suck your clit. Let your pussy slave make 
you cum. I'm sorry Mistress," Susie walked back in 
carrying a riding crop. "I'm not going to take any more 
of this no shit. Overtime you refuse to do something 
you're going to be punished."

Anne stared at the whip. Mistress couldn't mean to hit 
her with it. She just couldn't. "I'm sorry Mistress. I'm 
sorry. Please don't whip me. Please," Anne cried.

Susie clipped Anne's legs apart on the floor. She then 
clipped her arms together and attached them to something 
above her. Anne was stretched out on the floor able to 
move a little but not much. And her pussy and tits were 
both very much available.

"Here's the scoop slut. I'm going to whip your pussy. I'm 
going to keep whipping it until you ask me to punish you. 
And you have to mean it. I'll whip your pussy raw if I 
have to. But I won't stop until you really  want me to 
punish you."

Susie then continued "And to punish you, I'm going to 
whip your tits 10 times. But for those 10 times, you will 
not be tied down. You will kneel and hold your hands 
behind you and ask to be punished. You got that slut?"

Anne looked at her Mistress in utter shock. She couldn't 
do this. She couldn't. Anne loved her. She couldn't hurt 
someone who loved her. "Please Mistress, please don't. 
Don't you love me Mistress?" Anne pleaded.

A look of love came over Susie's face. "Of course I love 
you my little pussy slave. How could I not love someone 
as delicious and perverted as you? That's why I have to 
punish you. If I didn't love you I would just leave you. 
But I do love you. I have to punish you so that you do as 
you're told." 

Anne looked confused. "I'll be good Mistress I will. I 
promise. Please don't hurt me."

Susie looked stern. "You keep promising but then you're 
bad. I think a whipping is the only way to teach that 
stupid little brain of yours. All you think about is your 
pussy and tits so that's what we have to punish." And 
with that Susie whipped the crop down right on Anne's 
clit and pussy. 

Anne's world exploded in the most intense pain she had 
ever felt. 

"AAARRRRRRGGGHHH OH MY GOD. OH IT HURTS IT HURTS IT 
HURTS!!" Anne screamed. "PLEASE STOP. I'll do anything 
Mistress - please, please, plea--" 

Susie whipped down again "AAARRRRGGGGH! OH PLEASE HELP 
ME. PLEASE HELP ME. OH DEA-" And the crop smashed down 
again "NO MORE, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING. ANYTHING."

"You have to beg for the whip," Susie said and slashed 
the crop into Anne's pussy and clit again. 

"YES I'll do it, I'll do it. You can whip me!!!" Anne 
screamed.

"That's not begging," Susie and started to slash again.

"No don't I'll be-- OWH! OWH! Please don't - Oh God," 
Anne sobbed, her body wracked in pain. "Please punish me. 
Please whip me, please, please. Just don't whip me 
anymore. Please dear god Mistress." Anne didn't even 
realize she made no sense.

Susie stopped and crouched down next to Anne. She started 
stroking Anne's tear streaked face. "Do you really want 
me to whip your tits dear Anne?" Susie asked.

"Oh yes, oh yes, please whip my tits. Please punish me. 
I'm sorry I was bad. I'm so sorry. I won't be bad again. 
Please, please stop." Anne begged with a look of utter 
desperation on her face.

"Ok my little pussy slave," Susie said and released 
Anne's bonds. Anne lay there sobbing into her hands over 
the pain she had just been through. Susie stood and 
slashed the crop into Anne's pussy again.

"OWH OWH!! OH GOD, OH GOD, IT HURTS OH GOD IT HURTS!!" 
Anne screamed. "Why did you hit me!?" Anne sobbed to 
Susie.

"On your knees and begging for your punishment or we go 
back to your pussy," Susie stated.

A look of horror crossed Anne's face. She scrambled to 
her knees, "Please punish me Mistress," she whispered.

"Hands behind your head," Susie ordered and watched Anne 
throw her hands behind her head. God she looked so 
beautiful like that, tits thrust out for their 
punishment, her body shaking in pain, tears running down 
her face to drop on those giant breasts and then to drip 
to the floor. Susie slashed the crop down onto the top of 
Anne's right breast. 

"OH MY GOD!" Anne said clutching her breasts with her 
hands and falling to the floor. "That one doesn't count" 
Susie said pushing at Anne with her toe.

Anne looked up at Anne bewildered. "Wha-what?" she 
sobbed.

"You have to hold the position my darling. If you drop 
your arms it doesn't count," Susie explained.

"Wha- I can't do that. I can't," Anne pleaded. "Please 
Mistress, please dear god it hurts."

"Do we have to go back to your pussy," Susie asked in a 
quiet tone.

"No, no, I'm sorry no. I'll be good," Anne said 
scrambling back to her knees. Anne then raised her 
shaking hands to behind her head. Susie slashed the crop 
down on the top of Anne's left breast.

"OH GOD IT H--HURTS!!" Anne screamed leaning forward. Her 
hands slipped a little but stayed close to her head. 

"That's a good girl," Susie said approvingly. "Mistress 
is proud of her little pussy slave. You are being so 
brave for Mistress."

Anne straightened up at that, just in time for the next 
slash against the bottom of her left tit. "OH GOD IT 
HURTS MISTRESS. OH PLEASE DEAR GOD IT HURTS!!" Anne 
screamed crying. But her hands held on her head.

Susie slammed the crop down 3 more times, each time 
causing wails of agony from Anne. But her hands held. God 
look at the little slut kneeling there and allowing Susie 
to whip her tits. Enough of this and Anne would allow 
Susie to do anything to her.

Susie dropped down next to Anne. "For the next 5, would 
you like to play with your clit while I whip you. That 
way it won't hurt as much. Anne looked up at Susie with 
uncertainty in her face. This all hurt so much. How could 
she play with her clit. But she had to be good. Mistress 
would punish her if she was bad. Did Mistress want her to 
play with her clit.

"Ye-yes Mistress" Anne said dropping her hands to her 
clit. She started rubbing her clit, concentrating on the 
feeling there to ignore the pain in her tits. Oh god, her 
clit hurt from the whip strokes. But if she stroked it 
real lightly it felt good, oh god yes, it felt good.

"Do you want me to whip you?" Susie asked Anne.

Anne looked up. No she di- oh wait? She had to ask. She 
had to or Mistress would whip her clit again. Oh god she 
couldn't take that. "Pl-please whip my tits Mistress," 
Anne whimpered.

"Ok whore, stick those udders out so I can whip them 
better."

Anne pressed her chest out and tried to close the thought 
of the whip from her mind. Her clit, her clit felt so 
good. Yes, rub it. The feelings were starting. That's it. 
Now sta- "OH GOD IT HURTS!!!" Anne screamed. "OH GOD! OH 
GOD! OH GOD!"

"Hands on your clit whore," Susie reminded her. "And 
chest out for the whip. And ask for it, beg me to whip 
you. Because if I don't believe you we go back to your 
pussy."

Not that! Anne pushed her chest out and begged as though 
her life was at stake. "Please whip my tits, please whip 
me Mistress. I was bad so please whip your slave. Please 
whi- OWH!! OH GOD IT HURTS!! PLEASE WHIP ME PLEASE WHIP-- 
OWH, OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I'M A BAD SLUT WHIP ME MISTRESS-- 
AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!"
 
And so it went with Anne screaming in pain and begging 
for the whip. And during all of this Anne was rubbing her 
clit harder and harder building up the orgasm that was 
fighting the pain in her body. Until finally, as the last 
whip stroke fell, Anne screamed in pain and release as 
the orgasm broke over her body.

Anne fell backward and jerked on the floor. Her body was 
overloaded from the mixture of greater pain than she had 
ever felt before mixed in with a strong orgasm. And her 
mind was shot. She had just kneeled there and begged for 
the whip. And held her tits out for it. She had accepted 
Mistress' right to whip her tits and had not resisted it 
in any way. 

Susie reached down with the piercing gun and pierced the 
inner nose ridge, inserting a 1" diameter ring that hung 
down to her lower lip. "There, see! That didn't hurt so 
much did it my little slut?" Susie asked. Anne stared up 
into space. 

With all that she had been through she barely felt the 
piercing and was not really aware of her new ring. Anne 
just lay there as the pain and climax aftershocks ran 
through her body. Susie pulled Anne up and walked her 
into bed. She laid her down in the bed and clipped her 
wrist and ankle bracelets to the corners of the bed 
holding her spread-eagled on the bed. She placed her 
Walkman on her and then spent the next hour licking her 
to orgasm after orgasm. 

Anne's mind was lost. How could it not be. She had held 
out her tits and begged her Mistress to whip them. And 
when she was delirious with the pain from the whipping, 
she had continued to hold them out, screaming for more 
whipping between the screams of pain. One of the most 
basic human instincts was self protection. And Anne had 
suppressed that most basic instinct. She had pleaded for 
Mistress to violate her own instinct for self-protection.

And then while asking for the whip, she had made herself 
cum. She had cum while being whipped. Her mind could not 
fathom the utter perverseness of that action. There was 
no explanation for it. And with no way to explain her 
actions to herself, Anne's mind refused to function. For 
how can a mind function when some of its most basic 
assumptions are shown to be invalid.

So Anne lay there while Susie licked her pussy. And 
Anne's body and mind took refuge in the wondrous feelings 
emanating from her clit as a refuge from a world turned 
upside down. The orgasms felt so good. The orgasms were 
good. They were right.

And as Anne rode cum after cum, in her ears was Mistress' 
voice, "You belong to your Mistress. You're my sex slave. 
You love Mistress. Mistress will take care of you. You 
must obey Mistress. You cannot decide yourself. You need 
to have Mistress decide for you. It's too hard for you to 
decide. You're too stupid to think about anything. But 
Mistress loves you. She'll take care of her stupid little 
cum slut. Just do whatever Mistress tells you." 

After an hour, Susie left a vibrator in Anne's pussy, one 
in her ass, and a butterfly on her clit. All 3 were 
plugged into the wall so they wouldn't stop. Susie then 
pulled the sheet up over Anne's body to cover her for the 
night. 

Anne fell into a deep sleep for the next 12 hours. During 
it all the vibrators were taking her to cum after cum. 
And the tape was droning in her ears explaining to her, 
her role in life. And Anne's mind desperately tried to 
pull itself back together, in a way that could handle the 
whipping, the instructions, the constant orgasms.

Meanwhile Susie got herself ready for Fred (Anne's dad). 
She needed him totally in her control so he wouldn't 
interfere with anything she did to Anne. Anne was his 
daughter and she needed something that was stronger than 
his natural urge to protect his child.

Fred sped home. Susie would be there and his wife was out 
of town. He would send them to bed early and then Susie 
would sneak out as soon as Anne was asleep. He knew 
getting home early wouldn't get him Susie any sooner but 
he couldn't help himself. The image of her sexy young 
body had been his only thought for the last couple of 
days.

Fred walked in the door and almost had a heart attack. 
There was Susie dressed up as a little schoolgirl. Her 
hair in pigtails, wearing a white blouse, pleated skirt, 
white socks, and shoes. But oh boy how she was wearing 
them. The blouse was tight across her chest with her 
small breasts pushing out against it. And it was so thin 
that you could see through it. And the skirt was 
unbuttoned up the front and the sides pulled back so you 
could see Susie's pussy.

Fred stopped in shock. This was more than he had ever 
imagined. She looked so hot standing there. And then 
Susie reached down and rubbed her pussy with one hand and 
squeezed her tit with the other. "Gee Mr. Smith, I didn't 
expect you home this early" Susie said in a little girl 
voice. "What about Anne" Fred said in shock.

"She's asleep for the night. It's just you and me. Unless 
you'd rather not spend any time with me" Susie replied 
with a little pout. Fred rushed toward Susie pulling his 
pants off on the way across. He was rock hard by the time 
he reached her plunging his cock deep into her little 
pussy.

"Do you like sticking your thing in innocent little 15 
year old schoolgirls?" Susie asked in her little girl 
voice. "Does it feel good? Do I feel old enough for you. 
Are my little girl tits too small for you? Is my little 
hairless pussy too tight? Look at me Mr. Smith, I'm not a 
grown woman. I'm just a little girl you're fucking. Do 
you like it?"

Fred was going nuts listening to Susie. God he had never 
been so excited in his life. He looked at her nubile 
little body, just barely becoming a woman. God she was so 
young, younger than his own daughter. This was so 
obscene. And it felt so good to plunge his cock into her 
tight little hole. 

"Your not going to think I'm a whore, are you Mr. Smith?" 
Susie asked sounding both petulant and worried. "I'm a 
good girl. I would never do this with another boy. But 
you're a grown up. A good girl obeys grown-ups. So I have 
to do whatever you tell me to do. But that doesn't make 
me a slut does it Mr. Smith? Doesn't that make me a good 
girl?" 

"Yes you're a good girl" Fred reassured Susie. "This is 
right. You should do what grown-ups tell you to do. OH 
GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" Fred screamed as he came. It was 
incredible.

And then as he came down from his climax the realization 
of what he had done hit him. MY GOD, he had just fucked 
this innocent little 15-year-old girl. Suddenly he looked 
down as he felt something on his cock. She was down there 
sucking his cock. Oh god no, this had to stop. He had to 
- oh god that felt good. Oh yeah! She was getting him 
hard again already.

And Fred came again, pumping his cum into Susie's mouth. 
God damn, he felt like he was 18 years old again. FUCK - 
Claire hadn't fucked him like this in over 20 years. Fuck 
the world, this felt too good. Then he noticed Susie 
dribbling the cum from her mouth into a cup. "What's that 
for?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later," she replied. "Why don't we get 
naked and go to bed? Unless you had something else in 
mind."

"No, nothing else," Fred panted.

And so they fucked and fucked into the evening. And in 
the middle of the night they fucked again. And in the 
morning they fucked some more. And each time Susie put 
Fred's cum into the cup she had, until it was quite full. 

Finally it was time to wake Anne. Susie put the next part 
of her plan into action as Fred was pumping away on top 
of her. "Mr. Smith, you know what I do with your daughter 
when I sleep over? We eat each other's pussies."

Fred froze. "What?"

Susie grabbed him and humped back at him. "We eat each 
other's pussies. 

We bury our faces in each others cunts and lick each 
other to orgasm."

"No!" Fred cried in anguish.

Susie kept fucking him and talking. "Think about it. 
Think about my face buried in your daughter's cunt. Don't 
you like the idea of watching another woman eat my pussy? 
Think of a woman's face buried in my little 15-year-old 
pussy."

"You can stop me Mr. Smith," Susie continued. "Just tell 
me to stop and I'll never have sex with Anne again. But I 
won't have sex with you either. I can't, because I won't 
be able to come over here anymore." And Susie reached 
down and caressed Fred's cock and balls.

Fred found himself pumping Susie's pussy thinking about 
it. Oh god this was so sick. But he couldn't give Susie 
up. He just had to have her. It was wrong to let Susie 
and Anne sleep together. But he couldn't resist the sweet 
little body under him.

And as he was about to cum Susie told him what the cum 
was for. "Every time we fuck, I have Anne eat the cum out 
of my pussy. And then I rub it in her pussy. I'm going to 
take this cum and rub it all over Anne's face and pussy. 
She's going to wear her daddy's cum all day.

Fred's body jerked violently as he came. Oh god this was 
so sick. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. But it felt so 
good. Her pussy felt so good. He would have to stop Susie 
and Anne but keep Susie here somehow. He could make it 
work.

As Susie climbed out from under Fred and stood to let the 
cum drip into the cup. Fred stared at her in shock. 
"Don't fight it Mr. Smith," Susie said in her little girl 
voice. "If you do, then I can't save you. If somehow the 
police get involved it doesn't matter what I say, its 
till rape because I'm only 15. Please don't do anything. 
I want to keep feeling that marvelous cock of yours."

Fred was frozen. What could he do? She was right. If any 
of this got out, he was ruined. Not just his reputation 
either. He would go to jail. There had to be a way. But 
he would have to think about it before he did anything. 
God she looked so sexy there, standing bow-legged with 
his cum dripping out of her pussy.

"I'm going to go rub this cum all over your daughter's 
face and pussy now," Susie said sweetly. "When you see 
her later that will be your cum coating her face and 
pussy. But if you're good about it, I'll sneak away from 
her this afternoon and we can fuck again. And don't say 
anything about it to her - she thinks I haven't told you 
about her and me."

Susie went in to wake up Anne. She was asleep shuddering 
through what seemed like a constant small orgasm. Susie 
switched off the vibrators and removed them. She then 
removed the headphones and turned off the Walkman. Anne 
continued to twitch and moan.

Susie unclipped her bracelets and stroked her hair while 
softly talking to her. "Wake up little slut. Wake up my 
love. Wake up my precious pussy slave."

Anne blinked her eyes looking up at Susie. It was her 
Mistress. She had dreamed about her all night. Her 
Mistress would take care of her. Her Mistress would tell 
her what to do. And if she obeyed her Mistress nothing 
would hurt her. Her Mistress was so good to her. She 
loved her Mistress so much.

Susie saw Anne looking up at her with adoring eyes. She 
continued to stroke her face. "I love you my little slut" 
Susie said. "I love you so much. And I'll take care of 
you my little pussy-eating slave. I'll tell you what to 
do so you don't get hurt anymore."

Anne cried in relief and reached for Susie. "Oh thank you 
Mistress. Oh thank you so much. I'm sorry I'm so stupid. 
But I love you. I'll make you happy." And Anne grabbed 
and held Susie in thanks for this wonderful woman who 
would take care of her.

Susie and Anne went to the bathroom and showered (with 
both peeing on Anne's hands). They dried off, and then 
fixed their hair and makeup. Susie went for a restrained, 
innocent look to captivate Fred. But Anne's hair and face 
were made up with a subtle sensuous look. Nothing too 
blatant. But it was there.

Susie then went and grabbed the cup of Fred's sperm. "Do 
you know what this is little one?" she asked Anne.

Anne nodded her head no with a blank look on her face.

"Its a special lotion I want you to put on your face and 
tits and pussy. It's your daddy's sperm. I collected it 
last night while fucking him."

Anne's face showed her shock. "I ca-can't do that 
Mistress. It's wrong. I can't ru- I just can't," Anne 
sobbed looking up at Susie fearfully. Susie looked down 
at Anne with sorrow on her face. 

"I'm trying to help you my little whore. But you keep 
trying to think for yourself. I can't help you if you 
make wrong decisions."

A look of utter fear crossed Anne's face. "I'm sorry 
Mistress. I'm sorry. I'll do it. I'll do anything you 
tell me to do. Please, please don't punish me," Anne 
begged.

"Poor, poor little pussy slave. I don't have a choice. I 
have to punish you. You told me no. You have to learn 
that your stupid little mind shouldn't be making 
decisions. You're a fuck toy. You're here to fuck, not to 
think." 

Anne shuddered as she heard this. How could she have done 
this. How could she have told Mistress no. She needed 
Mistress to take care of her. She was too stupid to think 
for herself.

"I don't want to do this my little slut," Susie said, 
"but I have to. I have to punish you. But I'll make it 
easy. When I come back in here, if you are bent over that 
chair playing with your pussy, AND you beg me to whip 
your ass as hard as I can, I'll only give you 6 strokes."

"Thank you Mistress, thank you so much," Anne said as she 
scrambled over to the chair. Her Mistress was being so 
good to her, letting her off with only 6 strokes on her 
ass. She was so lucky to have such a kind Mistress.

Susie came back in and saw her little sex slave bent over 
the chair playing with her pussy. God she looked so nice 
like that, with her giant cow udders hanging over the 
other side and her bare slit peeking through between her 
legs.

"Please whip my ass Mistress. I've been bad and I need to 
be punished. Please whip me for telling you no. I won't 
do it again Mistress," Anne begged. And as she begged, 
her fingers brought her to a cum. Susie whipped the crop 
down on Anne's ass as she came.

"OH GOD thank you Mistress. Thank you," Anne shouted with 
tears streaming from her eyes. The cum and the pain were 
some kind of release and Anne shuddered with joy as she 
felt the two feelings shoot through her nerves mixing 
together until they became a single pleasure coursing 
through her body.

Anne continued to frig her clit and begging for another 
whip on her ass. Susie waited until Anne started to cum 
and slashed down again. And so it went for all 6 times, 
mixing the cum with the pain, until Anne was no longer 
sure which was which. And she no longer knew which felt 
good and which caused pain.

After it was over Susie helped Anne stand up and then 
handed her the cup. "Spread it on my pretty little slut. 
Spread your daddy's cum all over your face."

Anne looked down at the cup, shuddered, and then scooped 
some up and tentatively dabbed it on a cheek.

"Not like that. That's how a little girl would do it. A 
whore puts it all over her face. Spread it everywhere. 
Close your eyes and get it on your eyelids. You're a fuck 
toy - cover yourself," Susie directed. 

And Anne complied. She spread it all over her face. Then, 
following Susie's directions she spread it all over her 
giant breasts, her stomach, her pussy, and her ass. Susie 
even had her push the rest up her pussy so she had some 
dribbling from her pussy, as though her daddy had fucked 
her. Susie then made her lick the cup clean.

After it all dried Susie had Anne put on a T-shirt that 
was too short to fully cover her. Part of her ass showed 
in back and, if someone was sitting while Anne was 
standing, they could see her pussy. The only other thing 
she wore was her 7" sandals.

"See how pretty you look" Susie asked as she showed Anne 
herself in the mirror. "See the dried cum on your face? 
That shows that you're a cum receptacle. And see the back 
of the shirt showing your ass? That shows you're a whore. 
And see the front where you can peek at your pussy? That 
shows that you are my little pussy slave. Aren't you 
beautiful?"

Anne stared at herself. What was this obscene creature in 
the mirror? WHAT WAS THAT RING IN HER NOSE? Was this her? 
Anne looked and realized the depths of her degradation. 
She was Mistress' little fuck toy. She was a sex slave. 
And anyone who looked at her would know it. And as Anne 
saw herself, an orgasm built up through her and she came. 
She came thinking of what a dirty little whore she was. 
"Thank you Mistress" was all she said.

Susie led Anne out by the ring in her nose to have 
breakfast with her father.


Chapter 17 - The First Day
**************************


Fred freaked when he first saw Anne. What had she done to 
her hair. God she looked like a complete slut. And her 
nose, she had a ring in her nose. This had to stop. He 
couldn't allow this. Then he noticed the sheen on her 
face. OH MY GOD - she did have his cum spread all over 
her face. Still, he had to try.

"What is this?" Fred asked. "That hair color makes her 
look like a common street whore. And what's with the 
ring. That has to be removed - it's just too disgusting. 
I won't have it. I won't."

Anne stopped confused and ashamed. Her father said she 
looked like a whore. He needed to help her. WAIT - maybe 
her father could save her. Maybe her father would stop 
all of this. Anne looked up hopefully. 

Susie walked over to Fred. He was on the other side of 
the kitchen counter so Anne couldn't see below his chest. 
"Don't you like it Mr. Smith" Susie asked in her little 
girl voice. "Its what Anne wants. Its how she should 
look. Don't you think so? Don't you think it fits her 
perfectly?" 

And with that Susie reached down and stroked Fred's prick 
through his pants. "No-no I do-d," Fred said and then was 
speechless. The little vixen was rubbing his cock right 
here in front of his daughter. She couldn't see it but 
she must suspect. He couldn't allow this. But he found 
his arms unable to move.

Susie then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. 
She moved behind Fred so she could talk to him and give 
him a hand job while making him face Anne. "Isn't she 
beautiful Mr. Smith? Doesn't the hair match her body so 
well? And doesn't the ring in her nose fit her 
personality?"

"No-no-I-I-" Fred stammered.

Anne's hopes lit up. Her daddy was going to save her. 
Yes, finally the long nightmare would be over.

Susie whispered in Fred's ear. "I'm going to blow you. 
I'm going to suck your big cock in my little teenaged 
mouth. But I won't let you cum until you tell Anne that 
you think her hair and ring are perfect. Its what she 
wants and you need to be a good daddy and support her." 
And with that Susie dropped down to the floor out of 
Anne's sight and started to suck on Fred's cock.

"No, no, please," Fred pleaded. "Oh god, no, no."

Anne was looking at him and she must know what Susie was 
doing. Oh god, his daughter was watching him get a 
blowjob from her 15-year-old friend. This couldn't be 
happening. Oh god he was going to cum, he was - OH NO she 
stopped. Why was she stopping. He had to cum. 

Oh yes, he had to tell Anne. "Your hair is beautiful 
princess and so is the nose ring. They look perfect on 
you." And as he said those words Susie sucked his entire 
cock into her mouth causing him to cum. "Oh yes, oh yes" 
he grunted. Oh god Anne was staring at him. He had to 
cover up. "Oh god yes your hair looks so nice on you. Yes 
that ring is perfect."

Anne was devastated. Her daddy wasn't going to rescue 
her. Here he was pumping his cum down Susie's throat and 
telling her that her hair and nose ring were fine. There 
was no one to save her. And with that realization, the 
last bit of fight went out of Anne.

After sucking Fred off, Susie went over to Anne and gave 
her a big kiss giving her a load of her daddy's cum at 
the same time.

Fred stared mortified that Susie was giving Anne some of 
his cum right there in front of him. And Anne wanted to 
die as her daddy saw her eat his cum. She was so filthy.

Susie spent the morning getting Anne and Fred used to the 
new situation. Susie instructed Anne how to sit so that 
her legs were spread, giving Fred a perfect view of her 
pussy. Susie stood behind the counter and pushed Anne 
down to eat her pussy, smiling at Fred the entire time as 
he realized his daughter's mouth was plastered in Susie's 
pussy.

Then Susie had Anne stand up and talk to her dad while 
she dropped down and ate her. Both knew that the other 
knew what was happening, but both pretended that they 
didn't. They couldn't handle actually talking about it.

One time while Fred was talking to Anne, Susie grabbed 
Fred and pulled him into his bedroom and fucked his 
brains out, making a ton of noise in the process. They 
then walked out together and Susie dropped Fred's hand 
and pulled Anne into their room where she had Anne drink 
all of Fred's cum out of her pussy.

Another time, while Anne was sitting near Fred, Susie 
grabbed Anne and pulled her into their room and the two 
of the 69'ed for an hour with both making a lot of noise. 
When they came out, Susie gave Fred a big kiss, giving 
him a taste of Anne's pussy juice all over her face.

Susie then sat Anne down and explained her new rules. She 
was to never tell Susie no about anything. She was to ask 
Susie before she did anything. She was always to refer to 
herself in third person. When only Susie or people who 
knew her situation, like her father were around, she was 
to call herself slut or whore or slave. When others were 
around she was to call herself Anne.

From now on she should always use her whimpering voice, 
the one that sounded like she would start crying any 
second. She was no longer allowed to read unless told to 
or to voice an opinion or to even think if possible. And 
she had to cum as much as possible every day. 

Her every waking moment now revolved around sex. 
Satisfying others and satisfying herself. She was to 
dress as obscenely as possible. Her normal method of 
sitting would be with her legs up on the arms of a chair 
so her pussy was wide-spread for everyone to see. Her 
blouses should be plunging or transparent. And anytime 
she forgot any of these rules she would be whipped. 

Fred listened to Susie explain all of this to Anne. And 
he saw Anne sitting there with her legs spread showing 
him her pussy. But he couldn't do anything about it. 
Susie had threatened to fuck him right there in front of 
Anne if he did. So Fred sat and read the paper and 
pretended he didn't hear anything and pretended he didn't 
see his daughter's pussy. 

Susie then had Anne put on a fashion show modeling all of 
her clothes for Susie and her dad, to see which ones she 
could keep. Susie sat next to Fred with a pair of 
scissors ready to adjust some articles from unacceptable 
to acceptable.

For each outfit Anne would have to come out and ask her 
father "Does this look ok on Mistress's slut?" Fred would 
look to Susie who would shake her head yes or no and then 
tell Anne to keep it or not. Or Susie would crook her 
finger and Anne would walk over for Susie to adjust it. 
All the skirts had their hem raised to the level of 
Anne's ass in back and the bottom of her pussy in front. 
This wasn't barely legal, this was flat-out obscene. No 
one can walk perfectly and the slightest movement by Anne 
would give everyone a glimpse of her ass or cunt.

Her T-shirts were all cut so they barely covered the 
bottom of her areoles. 

All of the lower part of her massive tit meat was there 
for anyone to see. Her blouses had buttons removed or 
armholes enlarged or were just thrown out.

Her jeans were all turned into cut-offs. But they had so 
little material in the crotch that Anne's pussy lips 
pushed out on each side of the tiny piece of fabric left. 
Any tight pants were thrown out. Any loose ones that 
could have a hidden slit sewn into the crotch were kept.

The nice dresses were the most difficult. Anne had to 
have clothes for school and church and visiting relatives 
and friends. She couldn't disappear from society. So they 
were adjusted with slits put in the dresses front and 
rear up to Anne's waist. But the folds in the dress 
didn't make the slit apparent.

And the tops were layered and slit so that her breasts 
were easily accessible too. The dresses didn't normally 
show anything. But sliding your hands the right way meant 
your could easily caress Anne's pussy, breasts, or ass. 
And finally Susie went to work on the bathing suits. The 
tops barely covered Anne's nipples showing most of her 
tits. The bottoms were cut to plunge down to the 
beginning of her pussy crack. And they were so thin that 
Anne's pussy lips would pop out of the sides if she 
wasn't careful. 

Toward the end, Anne came out one time and Susie was 
bouncing on her father's lap. Susie's long skirt hid the 
action, but there was her father fucking Susie right in 
front of her as she asked him for approval of each 
outfit. And her father was telling her if the clothes 
were slutty enough. Then she came out and Susie was 
standing up as Fred was zipping up her pants. Susie 
pulled Anne up so she was standing in front of Susie. 
Susie had her back to Fred so that Susie's body was 
blocking Fred's view of his daughter.

"What do you think Mr. Smith?" Susie asked. "I think we 
need to see her kneeling in this one to know for sure. 
Can you ask her to kneel?" Anne looked confused.

"Kneel Anne so we can see how this dress looks when 
you're on your knees," Fred told her.

Anne kneeled down. OH MY GOD, Susie was lifting the front 
of her skirt. 

SHE COULDN'T! NOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER FATHER. Then 
Susie dropped the skirt over Anne's body hiding her under 
her skirt and pushed her head into her pussy.

"I don't know..." Susie said. "I think I need to see her 
like that a little longer.

Can you ask her to keep kneeling Fred?"

Fred swallowed. His daughter was eating Susie right 
there. "A-Anne, can you please keep kneeling f-f-for a 
bit."

Anne shuddered in shame. Her daddy was telling her to 
stay there and eat his cum out of Susie's pussy. He knew 
she was a dirty little lesbo tramp who would eat it all 
down. And so she sucked and sucked eating all the cum and 
bringing Susie to a nice climax.

After she was done, Susie had Anne give her father a 
thank you kiss for all his help. A thank you kiss covered 
with Susie's pussy juices. Anne wanted to die.

Susie then had Anne sit in a chair with two vibrators and 
get herself off for the rest of the afternoon. The chair 
was turned so Anne's father couldn't see her. But he 
could hear the vibrators. And he could hear Anne each 
time she came.

Anne lost herself in the world of sex, riding cum after 
cum after cum, ignoring the fact that her father was 10 
feet away listening to each climax. It felt so good to 
escape from everything and just enjoy the feelings 
coursing through her body.

When it was close to dinnertime, Susie called Anne to 
feed the dog. Anne went and got the dog food and opened 
the can. But as she was about to empty the can into 
Rover's dish Susie stopped her.

"You need to feed Rover the same way we do on Saturday's 
now," Susie stated.

Anne started to object and then slumped in defeat. What 
difference did it make anymore. "ok" she whimpered and 
started to walk off. "Where are you going," Susie 
demanded.

"Slut is going to put on her bathing suit," Anne 
whimpered.

"We don't need that. Just strip."

Anne looked down and started to pull her T-shirt off. 
There she was, naked in her house, with her father 
staring at her large breasts. Susie walked up and handed 
her a bowl with the dog food in it. "Spread it on fuck-
toy."

Anne reached in and grabbed some dog food and spread the 
meat over her stomach. She continued to spread it 
everywhere until she had dog food over every inch of her 
body from her neck to her feet. Anne stood there shaking 
in shame at the image of what she must look like.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

"Yes Mistress," Anne whimpered and dropped down. As Rover 
started to lick her, tears fell from Anne's eyes. She was 
letting her dog lick her body for his dinner. And she 
hadn't even tried to resist. She was letting her dog lick 
her naked tits and ass and pussy. This was so disgusting. 
Anne's father walked up. "What in the hell is going on."

"This is how Anne feeds Rover. She likes it when he licks 
the food off of her body - don't you fuck-toy," Susie 
demanded.

"Slave likes to feed Rover this way daddy," Anne sobbed.

"Tell him what you're feeling. Tell us how it gets you 
off. TELL US," Susie demanded.

"Slut likes feeling Rover's tongue on her body," Anne 
stammered, tears streaming from her face. "Rover makes 
slut hot. Rover's tongue is getting slut off," Anne 
sobbed.

And Fred could only stare at the erotic sight of his 
daughter being licked all over by Rover. And enjoying the 
hand job Susie gave him as he watched. He finally spurted 
all over the kitchen wall.

"Don't worry, I'll get Anne to clean it up," Susie said.

Fred knew quite well how she would have Anne clean it up. 
And Anne dropped her head and sobbed as Rover walked off 
after having licked the food from every part of her naked 
body. She had almost cum as Rover licked the food from 
her pussy and that was a possibility too awful to bear.

After dinner Susie and Anne showered and dressed to go 
out. Susie made up Anne's hair and make-up giving her a 
total slut look. The dress she gave Anne was a special 
present Paul had lent her. It was a black sheath dress 
that went from her neck down to 2" below her ass. But it 
clung to every curve. And the top was completely 
transparent. Here tits were on full display to anyone who 
looked at them.

The bottom was only partially transparent. But that was 
little help. Because while the back and sides covered her 
ass, the front was scooped up from below so that the hem 
was actually above her clit. Her entire pussy was on 
display.

The stockings came up to mid-thigh and then were held up 
by garter belts attached to the hem of the dress. Topping 
it off were black lace gloves and 7" high heel shoes. 
Anne was a walking fuck-me sign, a walking invitation to 
sex.

Susie wore a sheath dress too. But while hers was 
definitely sexy, it shouted class rather than whore. And 
she applied make-up so she looked older than her 15 
years. And then she turned Anne to look at herself in the 
mirror.

"See the pretty whore. You are such a beautiful little 
fuck toy," Susie told her. "I bet all the men are going 
to want to dump their cum in your slutty little body. 
You'd like that wouldn't you."

"Yes Mistress, slut would like that" Anne replied getting 
disgusted and hot at the thought of all those men using 
her. "Slut would like all those men dumping their cum in 
her mouth and cunt and ass."

"Can my little slave come for me" Susie asked as she 
rubbed a little vibrator on Anne's clit.

Anne climaxed almost instantly.

The doorbell rang and they went out to meet their date. 
It was Paul. Anne froze in shock at seeing him again.


Chapter 18 - Spring Break, Again
********************************


The rest of the spring break was a blur for Anne. Paul 
and Susie fitted her with a remote control dog shock 
collar. This collar was used anytime Anne got out of 
line.

Next they didn't let Anne sleep. Not for the entire week. 
At first Paul had to use the shock collar to keep Anne 
awake. But after 2 days her body took over and Anne 
responded to everything on automatic pilot in a half-
awake trance.

And in that state they completed her indoctrination.

Rule 1 was that Anne had to dress and position herself as 
sluttily as possible for any situation. At home she would 
lie back with her legs spread wide. And of course Anne 
never wore any clothes in private. But even in public she 
was made to dress like a complete slut. 

When a group of kids goes through the mall you can't 
really see the one in the middle. So Anne found herself 
Sunday at the mall wearing a shirt, garter belt, 
stockings, and heels. But nothing covering her ass or 
pussy. And a shudder would run through her body as she 
was among normal people totally exposed.

Each day it got more extreme. On Monday they went to the 
public pool and out in the pool, in the middle of all her 
friends, her bikini was stripped off and she had to give 
all the boys hand jobs while parents and their children 
splashed all around them.

Tuesday they went to the movies and Anne spent the entire 
movie stripped naked crawling around on the floor sucking 
cocks and licking pussies. And everyone would dump their 
drinks or popcorn on Anne when she finished coating her 
with food. At the end she rolled around on the floor 
before leaving - a disgusting sticky mess.

Wednesday the bound her up. Wrapping her big fat melons 
with clothesline so they were popping out more than 
usual. Around her waist went a steel ribbed corset 
forcing her into an even more hourglass shape. Giant 
vibrators were stuffed up her pussy and ass and tied in. 
And weights were hung from her nipple and cunt rings. 

A tight knit dress was then put on where the ropes and 
weights on her breast were obvious under the dress. And 
the weights on her cunt lips hung down below the hem of 
the dress. They then put bracelets on her wrists and 
clipped them together behind her back essentially 
handcuffing her. 

The same was done to her ankles with a very thin short 
chain so she could only take short steps. Finally, 
contacts were put in her eyes so that Anne's vision was 
totally out of focus. If something was more then 6" away 
she basically couldn't see it.

Anne spent the entire day in public, totally bound and 
helpless. Forced to take small steps. Forced to her knees 
constantly to suck a cock or eat a pussy. And through it 
all constantly - the voices of others around her. So that 
Anne found it "normal" to be bound and sucking cock in 
public.

Thursday they went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. 
Anne wore a sheath sequined dress that her breasts were 
constantly trying to spill out of. And while it was floor 
length, it was slit up the front past her clit so if you 
were watching at just the right time, you could see her 
pussy. 

Once they arrived at dinner Anne was pushed under the 
table and had to strip. She then spent the entire meal 
going from person to person servicing them while all 
around she could hear the sounds of people enjoying 
themselves at an elegant dinner.

Rule 2 was that Anne had to masturbating herself whenever 
she wasn't using her hands on someone else. At first Anne 
had to be shocked to reminder her of this rule. But after 
a couple of shocks she lost any will to resist. After 
all, getting off in the middle of the mall was a lot less 
painful than a shock collar on the neck.

And there were no exceptions to the rule. When people 
could see her she had to hold her hands in front of 
herself as though they were just resting on the front of 
her skirt. But if a finger wasn't working her clit - WHAM 
the collar would reminder her.

And so Anne found herself getting herself off as she 
talked to people, went swimming, sat down, rode in the 
car, or ate lunch at McDonalds. And as she masturbated 
herself in the most normal of circumstances, it became 
normal to her to masturbate anywhere.

And the longer it went on, the harder it became to cum. 
After 2 days of non-stop masturbating and cumming it was 
taking Anne over an hour of playing with her clit to cum. 
Anne found herself using her fingers in her pussy, and 
then her ass too. Because variation was the only way to 
make it work.

There is nothing quite as hungry as the eyes of a woman 
who desperately needs to cum and knows that no matter how 
hard she tries, it will take her at least another hour 
before she does. And that knowledge makes her even more 
desperate.

And so Anne generally had a look of wanton desperation on 
her face as she played with herself. And all she was 
thinking of most of this time was how badly she wanted to 
cum. And Paul and Susie could get her to do almost 
anything to be allowed to cum.

Toward the end of the week Paul got his doctor friend to 
inject a painkiller into Anne's clit. So for the next 8 
hours there was no way Anne could rub her clit to get 
off. By the end of that period Anne was fisting her pussy 
and ass desperate for some stimulation strong enough to 
get her off. There she would be lying on the floor 
whimpering and grunting as she slammed one fist into her 
pussy and another into her ass mumbling, "Please, please 
get slut off - slut needs to cum so bad."

Rule 3 was that she could no longer refer to herself as 
Anne, I, or me. She was "slut." And every time she forgot 
she got a shock. 

By Tuesday she had learned her lesson. And with the 
combination of the sleep deprivation, it became 
automatic. Her mind became separate from her body and she 
referred to the dirty little slut she saw desperate for 
her next cum. At the same time she wore headphones most 
of the time with a tape that was constantly talking to 
her, telling her "You are a slut. You need to suck cocks. 
Cocks are the best thing in the whole world. Cocks and 
pussy - that's all that matters. A cock up your pussy 
would feel so good. It would be so nice to bury your face 
in a pussy and lick all the juices." And it also taught 
her, her place in life. 

"Paul and Susie are your masters. You need to make them 
happy. Their happiness is all that matters. You need to 
give them everything they ask for. You are a slut and 
your purpose is to serve others. You can only be happy if 
you are serving others. You should offer yourself to 
everyone else."

Rule 4 was that she should offer herself sexually to 
everyone she met. At first the practiced at the house 
where every time someone would come over Anne would crawl 
up, her breasts swaying under her, weights attached to 
her nipple and cunt rings, and she would pull down the 
zipper of the guy entering the house and suck their cock. 
Or if it was a girl she would lift their dress and lick 
their pussy and clit. And when they had cum she would 
thank them.

They then trained her in public to, when introduced to 
someone, to walk up and put her right hand on their cock 
or pussy and use her left hand to pull their hand up 
under her dress to her pussy. Anne resisted at first but 
a couple of jolts with the collar and she relented. After 
all, what was so terrible about meeting someone that way.

Paul & Susie were very careful to make sure that everyone 
Anne was introduced to was someone in on the project. And 
that it always happened where at least a little groping 
was safe. So that Anne learned not that you usually 
introduced yourself this way but that you always did. 
Over the week Susie worked on getting Anne together with 
her father. Anne still looked to her father with hopeful 
eyes at times. And twice had even started to ask him to 
help her. 

Fred was definitely still feeling major guilt about 
letting his daughter being turned into a total slut. So 
the next time Susie fucked Fred, she then called Anne in 
and had her suck the cum out of her pussy while Fred 
watched. 

Later that day she blew Fred and when he got close to 
cumming, called Anne over and had her kneel next to her. 
After Susie got the mouthful of cum she turned to Anne 
and french-kissed her feeding her the mouthful of cum.

The next day while Susie and Fred were fucking Susie had 
Anne come in and lie next to them and masturbate so they 
all came together. Both Fred and Anne stared away from 
each other totally mortified to be lying next to each 
other and cumming.

Later that day Susie blew Fred again and had Anne 
kneeling there next to her but just as Fred came, she 
pointed his prick at Anne's face so the cum shot directly 
onto Anne's face. Anne flinched as though each shot of 
sperm was boiling hot. And after Fred got up and left 
Anne still knelt there is a state of shock although not 
forgetting to keep masturbating, shortly thereafter 
cumming with her father's cum and her own tears dripping 
off of her face.

The next day Susie jacked Fred off repeatedly keeping his 
dick aimed at his daughter's face the entire time telling 
him "look at the little cum hungry slut down there. Look 
at her eagerly waiting for your cum. Do you know she gets 
off on this. Look at the little whore play with herself 
all hot at the thought of your cum. Give the little tramp 
what she deserves." 

And the when Fred had cum Susie would hold Anne and tell 
her "Did my little slut enjoy her daddy's cum. Did little 
whore get off on watching her daddy cum? I bet my little 
fuck bunny would like to fuck her daddy wouldn't she?" 
And Anne would shudder in shame and sob into Susie's 
shoulder.

Each time Susie had gotten Anne's face closer to Fred's 
cock. Until she had it slightly in Anne's mouth able to 
shoot down the back of her throat. But they hadn't 
touched - yet. The next day as Fred was about to cum 
Susie put her hand behind Anne's head and pushed her head 
all the way down Fred's cock. Anne deep throated Fred as 
he came.

Fred was in shock seeing his daughter's head buried 
around his cock. At the same time the depravity of it had 
him spewing tons of cum into her throat and unwilling to 
stop it. "Look how happy the whore is eating your cock," 
Susie whispered to him. "This is where she belongs." 

"No-no, this is wrong," Fred stammered and got up and ran 
out of the room.

Anne looked up with utter revulsion on her face at what 
she had done. "There, there little slut," Susie said 
softly holding her. "There is nothing to feel bad about. 
You're a whore and whore's are supposed to suck cocks. 
You don't care whose it is as long as you get to eat the 
cum my pretty little fuck meat." 

Anne sobbed and sobbed in Susie's arms but, after a 
little reminder from the collar, played with her pussy 
while she cried. Later that day Susie tracked Fred down 
and overcame his objections by rubbing her tight young 
body against him. Once she had him hot, they were fucking 
with Fred sitting in a chair and Susie facing him riding 
him. Susie then called Anne in and told her to suck his 
cock. 

Fred wanted to resist but Susie's budding breasts in his 
face stopped any real resistance. And Anne had been 
taught by now, if you see a cock you need to go suck it. 
So Anne sucked her daddy off while Susie rubbed her 
breasts in his face. By that evening Susie was merely 
sitting next to Fred when she would have Anne crawl up 
and suck Fred off. And the next day she got Fred to fuck 
her. The battle was over - Fred didn't see his daughter 
anymore. All he saw was a hot fuck doll that would drain 
his cum whenever he was horny. 

At the same time Susie and Paul were making sure that 
Anne was learning to take better care of rover. Every 
meal Rover would lick his food off of Anne. Susie had 
Anne start putting the food just on her tits and up her 
pussy so Rover concentrated on those parts. Anne would 
hang her head in shame as Rover buried his snout in her 
pussy trying to get all of his dinner. 

The second day Rover got so turned on he started humping 
Anne's leg. Susie made Anne hold still until Rover had 
cum on her leg. She then had to scoop the cum up and eat 
it - which almost made Anne throw up. And all the time 
Susie was cooing "does slut like the taste of doggie cum. 
Does it make you hot?"

The third morning Anne had to jack rover off when he 
started humping her leg eating the cum out of her hand 
after he had cum. Later that day she jacked rover off 
right on to her face.

The fourth morning Susie had to use the shock collar 
several times before Anne agreed to suck Rover's dick. 
Sobbing and with tears streaming down her face it was not 
the best blowjob she had ever given. But Rover came and 
Anne sucked it down.

That evening Susie had Rover mount Anne and while Rover 
fucked his cock into Anne's pussy, Susie held Anne's 
face, looked into her eyes and talked to her. "Does the 
little slut like the doggie cock in her pussy? Are you 
going to get off from Rover's cock pounding into you? Do 
you like feeling his cock in your hole?"

Anne looked up at Susie with anguish on her face, knowing 
what she had to say with the tapes, the collar, and the 
sleep deprivation all forcing her to agree. "Yes slut 
likes his doggie cock pounding into her hole. Whore is a 
bitch that likes doggie cock. Whore is going to cum when 
he pours his cum into my slit."

After that session Anne learned to fuck Rover at least 
once a day, usually in the cunt but sometimes in the ass. 
When she came home she would lift the front of her dress 
for Rover to lick her smooth pussy and then either fuck 
him or suck him off.

And when Anne met a dog on the street she would lean 
down, petting him, and always reaching under to stroke 
his cock or rub he pussy (if it was a bitch). One time a 
friend brought over her female dog and they had Anne lick 
the bitch's pussy and then strap on her dildo and fuck 
it. Anne then had to compete with the bitch for Rover's 
attentions and Anne broke down in tears when Rover choose 
the bitch over her. 

Anne was crying because a dog didn't want to fuck her. 
And they were tears of shame that Rover would choose the 
bitch over her as well as tears of degradation that she 
wanted Rover to pick her. Anne looked up at Susie 
begging, "Please have him fuck me - PLEASE. I've got to 
have his cock."

She didn't get his cock but Susie allowed Anne to tongue 
Rover's cock and the bitch's pussy as they fucked. And 
when they were done, after Susie had made her beg for it, 
Anne was allowed to suck Rover's sperm out of the bitch's 
pussy.

Finally they worked on Anne's toilet training. At first 
they would make Anne put her hands on cocks or pussies in 
the pool when they would pee. Anne would fell the warmth 
but it would quickly wash away. 

The next day they pee'ed on her legs when she was out of 
the pool. As the day wore on they pee'ed higher and 
higher finally peeing on her pussy, ass, and stomach. But 
each time the streams only went an inch higher from the 
previous time so Anne never worked up the nerve to say 
no. The third day Anne was on all fours in the yard when 
Paul walked up and pee'ed all over her back, including 
her hair. Anne knelt there and sobbed. Susie the walked 
up and pee'ed entirely on her hair. Anne was left with 
hair dripping, and reeking of piss.

As the day wore on they had Anne lie on her back as they 
pee'ed higher and higher up her torso until the pee was 
splashing on her face. But each time Anne was allowed to 
jump in the pool and wash it off. 

The fourth day was different. Anne was placed in a wading 
pool and everyone, including her father, pee'ed on her in 
there all day. The pool slowly build up an inch of pee 
standing in the bottom. Paul then had Anne roll around in 
it to make sure she was totally covered. Anne spent most 
of the day covered in piss.

That evening Paul had Anne hold her mouth open as he 
pee'ed into it. After spending the day swimming in piss, 
drinking it did not seem like a big deal to Anne. She 
meekly opened her mouth and drank Paul's piss. Anne was 
toilet trained.


Chapter 19 - The End of the Week
********************************


On Thursday when they got home after partying until 2:00 
they finally let Anne sleep for 6 hours. But during that 
time Susie had several girls that took turns gently 
eating Anne's pussy. So all night, as she slept, they 
brought her to gentle orgasm after gentle orgasm.

When Anne woke up she was feeling alive for the first 
time in days even though she was still pretty worn out. 
She also found herself rubbing her clit as she lay there, 
not even realizing that she was doing it. Friday was 
going to be special. Paul strapped Anne's head to his 
cock. There was enough slack that she could pull back to 
breath. But she always had the tip in her mouth, and 
usually more.

Paul spent most of the day watching his European S&M 
videos. Anne would suck him as he watched while listening 
to the sounds of women being tortured. And when Paul had 
to pee he just pulled Anne's face in close and let go.

People came by to see Paul. Anne knew this because they 
would kneel behind her and fuck her pussy or ass. 
Sometimes they would whip her so that Anne's cries 
mingled with those of the women in the movies. But mostly 
Anne's day revolved around Paul's prick, always in her 
mouth and always requiring her attention.

When they went out to dinner that night Paul got a 
special wheelchair that had room for Anne to crouch 
between Paul's legs. Then with blanket's strategically 
placed around his legs, Paul and Susie went out to dinner 
with Anne between Paul's legs, sucking his disk, drinking 
his piss and cum.

Saturday they went to visit Paul's doctor friend. After 
he dumped a load down Anne's throat he got down to 
business. Her waist was made even smaller with the extra 
fat once again moved to her boobs. Anne now had an almost 
impossibly thin waist due to some rearrangement of 
organs. And her boobs now rivaled those of Wendy Whoppers 
although Anne's were all natural.

The doctor then used the Norplant release system to 
release some different drugs into Anne's body over the 
next 5 years. In her breasts was growth hormone to help 
the new fat connect to the old fat and to further 
stimulate growth.

Elsewhere were extra concentrations of some of the female 
hormones. These would keep Anne in a state of constant 
horniness. He trimmed a lot of the excess skin away from 
around her clit. Basically one touch on her clit would be 
enough to send Anne into a climax.

That Saturday night Anne got to try out her new body. It 
was the school Spring Prom. Anne wore a beautiful 
virginal white lace dress. It actually buttoned up the 
front from her ankles to her throat. 

However, when you looked close you realized, you could 
see right through it. So here was beautiful slut Anne. 
Looking like a virgin in her white dress, gloves, and 
ribbon in her hair. With her gigantic breasts straining 
at the dress pushing to break out. Through the dress you 
can see her breasts, nipples, and rings.

Lower down you can see her ass in the back and her smooth 
pussy in the front. Both are framed by a white garter 
belt and white patterned stockings that go down to her 
feet in 6" white heels. And her legs are clearly visible 
because the dress is tight all the way down to her 
ankles. Anne can only take steps of 2 - 3 inches.

Anne's hair has been bleached almost white and teased up 
to give the bedroom look. Her makeup done to make her 
look like a complete slut. And to top it off, a black 
leather collar on her neck and chrome steel handcuffs 
cussing her hands together in front. These were not 
hidden, these were obvious.

Anne went to the prom finding it perfectly normal that 
everyone could see her entire body. Shortly into the 
evening her dress was unbuttoned by her tits and cunt so 
everyone could reach them, including Anne who was 
desperate to masturbate.

The ring in her nose was attached to the rings in her 
tits. And those were attached to the ring in her clit. So 
when Anne held her head up it stretched he nose, tits, 
and clit. The rings in one cunt-lip were attached to 
chains that went around her ass to the other lip holding 
her cunt open. 

All Anne could think of was that she needed more. There 
was a cock in her pussy, another in her ass, a third in 
her mouth, a fourth between her tits. She had one hand 
wrapped around a cock and another fingering a pussy. Each 
of her feet was being stuffed up some nymphette's cunt. 
And it wasn't enough.

"More, more - oh please god slut needs more" Anne 
pleaded. "Fuck slut, piss in slut, cum on slut. Slut 
needs it. Oh god slut needs it."


Epilogue:


Anne's mom did not recognize the tramp that ran up to her 
in the airport wearing a crop top that showed the bottom 
of her tits and a skirt that showed her ass cheeks. And 
when Anne grabbed her, kissed her, reached for her pussy, 
and pulled her mom's hand to her pussy, Anne's mom 
freaked.

Once they got her home they laid it out for her. If she 
didn't cooperate Fred, Anne, and Susie would all testify 
that Anne's mom had fucked her getting her thrown in 
jail. So for the rest of the school year Anne's mom would 
cringe as Anne or Susie would join Fred in their bed and 
fuck him. 

When Anne graduated from high school (wearing nothing but 
a corset, stockings, and two large dildos under her 
graduation robe naturally) she moved in with Paul. From 
that day forward Anne never wore clothes that hid her 
tits or pussy from view. Everything was either very 
transparent or her tits and pussy were not covered at 
all.

When Susie graduated from High School she and Paul were 
married. Anne was not seen at the wedding because she 
spent the entire wedding hidden under Susie's wedding 
dress eating her pussy and drinking her piss.

The end

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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