The Cheerleader Picture

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 world-wide.
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 A month later the picture had been replaced by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 "oh 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
skin tight 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 cuming 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, its 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 then 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 its 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. And then 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 video tape I've made for your father, pull you
across my lap, and spank your ass till its hotter than the
sun. And then you'll go. You know it. I know it. Besides,
your 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 him 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,
NOT ANO--- OOOOWWWWWHHH, 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."
"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 video tape.
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 pin pricks, 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 can'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 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 cuming 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 stylists 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 cuming 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
cuming 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 and
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 cuming, 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 cuming 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 cuming. 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
cuming 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 better."
"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 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.
Cuming 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 cuming.
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 most filthy 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.
And 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.
And 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 most vile 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---
And as Paul say 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 charactature 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 estacy 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
parents 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 NO NO NO 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. Its 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 - OOOHHH GOOOODDD" and as Paul continued to
pump and Anne continued to climax her cries turned to ones
of joy "OH YES, YES, OH DEAR GOD YES."
"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 goooddd."
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 cuming and cuming, 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
cuming. "OH YES, OH YES, FUCK ME FUCK ME, OH GOD YES
OOOOOHHHHH GOOOODDDD YYYEEEEEESSS FUUUCCCKK MMEEEE."
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 bra's. 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 mothers 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 soo 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, NO NO NO. OH GOD 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 YOU CUNT."
"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 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-- OOOOWWWWW OOOOHHH
GGGOOOOOODDDDD, IT HURTS IT HURTS. OH GOD PAUL IT HURTS SO
MUCH. OH GOD MAKE IT STOP PAUL."
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."
"Its ok 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 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 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 to.

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 salesgirls 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.
And 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 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 slut - I can't stop it - 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 "oh 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 "its ok 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 parents 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 amoung 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.
And as 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---
"OOOHHHHH GGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD" 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

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.
And so, 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
enema's 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. It
was all ruined by Paul. 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 cuming while watching
that. It was so sick. That woman was in pain. And Anne was
cuming 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 its 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 NO NO - THAT'S NOT ME" Anne shouted. "That's not
meeeee. Oh god nnoooo." And then she heard Paul whispering
in her ear "yes it is. 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 shouted.
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. OH GOD YES.
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" 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, 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?"
Oh no NO 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 little pussy. I love you too much. I can't let you
go. I want you more than anything. Your 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 its 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 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" 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 will 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 aerole?"
"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 WAS POKING
THROUGH THE OTHER SIDE. IT HURTS IT HURTS 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.
OH GOD NO NO NOT ANY MORE. PLEASE STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
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. OH GOD NO 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" the sales girl said. "I guess she really is
quite the 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.
OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO. 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 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.
And 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.
And 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, its 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 are 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 ok" 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 no no this couldn't be happening. "Wh-what did
you say?"
"Stick out your tongue little one" Steve said as he pulled
her mouth open.
Anne sat there as he held her mouth open. No 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" Anne stammered.
"WHERE?" Steve demanded.
"I-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 - its 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 girls 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.
And 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.
"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."
"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. Its 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 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.
OH MY GOD, IT STILL HURT SO MUCH. 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 -"
"Shush pretty pretty girl" he replied. "You look so
beautiful. And you kept you promise. You are really
something special."
"I-I am?" 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, 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" And whispered
staring at the floor. Oh god, now he would know she was a
slut.
"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, ok 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 its 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 ok.

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 - 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. Oh god, what
was happening. 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."
NO, No this couldn't be. 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.
"I-I'm not a whore. You told me that I'm special, that I---"
"You are special whore. Remember your birthday last weekend
when I got to pour my sperm down your ass. You were a
special whore then."
NNOOOOOO - 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. This couldn't. And
then 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."
Oh god no NNNOOOOO. This couldn't be.
"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 whore" he said and kissed her.
"No, 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, no it couldn't be. She wasn't
getting excited. No she was just scared.
And 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."
"Oh god no, please no Paul" Anne begged. "Please don't do
this to me. please please, if you love me, please 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."
"No, no, please don't" Anne said. Oh god, what was that
feeling in the pit of her stomach. NO. It couldn't be. She
wasn't a 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 cuming.
"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.
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 gooooodd. "Oh Paul no, please no" Anne sobbed.
"Dear 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 "NNNNNOOOOOOO"
she cried. "Oh god no no no no no. Paul no no I can't do
this I can't. I'm not gay oh god help me no I'm not gay.
It's wrong it's wrong, oh god no" 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. OH MY GOD SHE'S
LICKING HER CLIT. ANOTHER GIRL IS LICKING HER CLIT. "NO NO
NO NO" she screamed. "Paul, please Paul make her stop. I'm
not gay, I'm not, I'm not."
"Just relax my beautiful little slut" Paul soothed her.
"No, 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. She couldn't. "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.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH" 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 laying 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 cuming 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
little whore" Susie whispered to Anne.
"No 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 - AAARRRGGGHHH.
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 the 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. Mind-numbingly cum from it.
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. no NO. Please don't do this Anne. Please
don't. Oh god help me. 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 then 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 your a lesbo
whore. Show her that you love fucking girls."
And Rachael totally panicked. "RAPE" she cried. "RAPE RAPE,
SOMEONE HELP ME. Oh god, please 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 cuming 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 hissed.
"Yes" he replied. "But its 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. Your 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. Your 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.
"ye-yes" Rachael replied.
And with that a number of the boys took Rachael home pumping
her full of more jiz on the way. And for the rest of that
school year, virtually everyone had Rachael. Her dates on
the weekend were non-stop gang-bangs. Her trips to the mall
were blow-jobs 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 cuming without even touching her clit.
Oh god she was such a whore she sobbed.

Chapter 14 - A Little Sister

"Time for church" Anne herd 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 girls
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 shudder through a minor orgasm and Susie
laughed, Anne suddenly realized what had happened. OH GOD NO -
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
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO. 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.
And 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. No she couldn't.
And they would just play. 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 girls 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 Susies beautiful little girl cunt.
There is 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
"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, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" 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-i, oh please don't do this Susie."
"Tell me whore - TELL ME NOW!"
"i-i-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 girls cunt. She didn't.
Oh god help her.
"You want what - tell me, what is it you want."
"yo-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 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 do this. How could she beg to eat Susie's
pussy. Oh god 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. Please 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.
Oh god, this felt so weird with Susie's fist and all that
food up in her pussy. Please god have her stop soon Anne
prayed. And as Anne 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. "NO NO NO -
STOP, PLEASE STOP" Anne begged as the orgasm hit her. NO
this was wrong. 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.
And as 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
CUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG" 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."
"Its 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 of that so
you can compare. Maybe we should ask your parents to watch
too."
Anne looked at Susie with utter fright on her face. "No no,
you can't do that. No please, I'll do anything. Please don't
show my parents the tape."
"Get on your hands and knees fuck face" Susie demanded.
"Oh god no, oh god please please" Anne whimpered as she sunk
to her knees. "Please don't do this. I'll do anything Susie,
just please don't do this."
"Look at you" Susie said holding Anne's face so she was
staring at Susie. "You are 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" Anne said startled as she realized what Susie was
saying. "No that's not - oh god no - no, oh oh."
"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" she begged as she felt his tongue
move toward her ass crack. Oh god, 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 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.
And 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 god 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 god please help me."
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. Oh god,
how could her body betray her like this.
And with the cum, 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 cuming 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. And then 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 awhile. 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 cuming. 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. Everytime 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 others 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 love-making. And it was love-making. Anne was
falling deeply in love with Susie. She loved running her
hands over Susies 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
"come-on, lets go 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 oversensitized 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 cuming 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 NOOOOOOOOOO. 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. Oh god help
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
asked. 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 is 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?"
Oh god - "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. Its 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. Oh god help her - 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. Oh god, 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 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 tanktop, 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
cuming and cuming for him. And Fred started to stroke his
cock while watching cuming 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 say anything.
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, 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 cuming and cuming 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 cuming 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 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 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.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHH
MMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY GGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD OH IT HURTS IT HURTS
IT HURTS" Anne screamed. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP. I'll do
anything Mistress - please please plea-"
Susie whipped down again
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH OH
NO NO NO NO. PLEASE DEAR GOD HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME. OH DEA-
"
And the crop smashed down again
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH DEAR GOD HELP ME.
PLEASE HELP ME MISTRESS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME. 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.
"AAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTS
IT HURTS. 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-AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH OH GOD OH GOD
OH GOD. Please don't - Oh God" Anne sobbed, her body wracked
in pain. "Please punish me. Please whip me, please 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 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 laid there sobbing into her hands over the pain
she had just been through. Susie stood and slashed the crop
into Anne's pussy again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH OH
GOD OH GOD 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.
"OOOOHHHHHH MMMYYYYY GGGOOOODDDDD" 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.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH GGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD IT 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.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD IT
HURTS MISTRESS. OH PLEASE DEAR GOD IT HURTS" Anne screamed.
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-
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHHH
GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD 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."
Oh god 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- AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH OH GOD IT
HURTS PLEASE WHIP ME PLEASE WHIP -
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH OH FUCK OH
GOD WHIP ME WHIP YOUR BAD SLUT WHIP ME MISTRES-
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH"
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 laid 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 laid 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. Its 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 school girl. 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. Its 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. Oh god that 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. Oh god, he couldn't do
this. And 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 god,
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 DID SHE SAY. "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 no no" Fred cried in anguish.
Susie kept fucking him and talking. "Think about it. Think
about my face buried in another woman'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 will 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 prepared 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 freaked as he came. Oh god this was so sick. He
couldn't do this. He couldn't. But it felt so good. Oh god
her pussy was so sweet. 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 up my little 15
year old cunt hole."
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 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. Its 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 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.

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 - its 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 15 year old 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 blow-job 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 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 aeroles. All of the lower part of her massive tit
meat was there for anyone to see. Her blouses had buttons
removed or arm holes 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 dogfood 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 dogfood in
it. "Spread it on fuck-toy."
Anne reached in and grabbed some dogfood and spread the meat
over her stomach. She continued to spread it everywhere
until she had dogfood 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.