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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She suddenly heard Paul again - "Get out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha-what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha-what?" asked Anne shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly Paul was cut off from Anne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure - what is it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

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

"Fine, then kiss my foot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You do Paul."

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

`Rings," Anne asked looking puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whadda you want?" she asked.

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

"Sure - where does she want it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"WHERE?" Steve demanded.

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

"How beautiful they must look," Steve replied.

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

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

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

"Will you Anne?" Steve asked.

"Will I what?" she asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Put it on now," he said.

"Now?" Anne asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday she met Steve for lunch again.

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

Thank you," he said.

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

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

Anne looked down and whispered, "Yes."

"Where? Tell me where."

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

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

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

"Let me feel them," he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you my special girl?" Steve asked.

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

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

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

"Clip one of the wires to each of your rings. And clips the packs to your skirt," Steve told her.

Anne went into the bathroom again and attached it. It all hid nicely under he clothes and it didn't hurt. She wondered what it was but Steve wanted it and everything fit nicely. She walked on out to see him. As she neared him, Steve held up a little box, smiled, and pressed a button. Suddenly Anne's tits and pussy were on fire. She fell to the ground and reached for her tits. Then, as fast as it started, it stopped.

"Its this little box special Anne," Steve told her. "Every time I press the button, you get a little shock."

Steve couldn't be doing this to her. This was wrong. "It hurts Steve, it hurts really bad. I need to take it off," she said.

"No my little whore, it stays on."

He couldn't mean - WHAT HAD HE JUST CALLED HER. "Wha-what did you just say?" Anne asked.

"I just said it stays on your little whore body SLUT," Steve stated.

"But I-I'm not a whore. You told me that I'm special, that I---"

"You're my special little whore. Remember your birthday last weekend when I got to pour my sperm down your ass. You were a special whore then."

NO THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. She wasn't going to be a whore anymore. "No, no, no more, please, no more."

"Fine, you tell your daddy that your not going out with the boy you've been talking about all week. And I'll tell him its because you've been acting too slutty. Hell I'll show him pictures from your ass-fuck gang-bang at your birthday. Think he'll enjoy seeing what a slut you are."

Oh god no, this couldn't be happening. The bell rang. And Anne no longer had a chance to go remove the wires. For the rest of the afternoon Steve would shock her. Never for too long. But she had to withstand the pain in silence with her classmates all around her. Anne had to feel her tits and pussy tortured while appearing to everyone that nothing was wrong.

And then came Saturday night. Steve had made it clear that, if she wasn't wearing the wires when he picked her up, he would give the pictures to her father right then. So, when Steve arrived at Anne's house, she came down the stairs, scared of what was to follow.

As Anne came up to him, Steve pushed the button for a split second. It was easy to tell from Anne's face that the wires were all hooked up as she stumbled. Steve caught her.

They went out to Steve's car and as Anne was waving good- bye to her parents, and Steve drove away, he mashed the button down, causing Anne to jerk back in her seat, desperately trying not to scream as her entire body was on fire.

And then they arrived - Steve had brought her to Paul's house.

Chapter 13 - Girlfriends ************************

NOOO, this couldn't be happening. She wasn't going to be Paul's whore anymore. She was Steve's girl now. She wasn't a whore. He couldn't make her a whore.

"Hi Anne" Paul said. "I see Steve brought you back to me. You know I'm the one you really love."

"No" Anne said. "Steve thinks I'm special. Steve doesn't treat me like a whore. You leave me alone."

"Steve thinks your special" Paul laughed. "Steve has been setting you up for me all week. All he wants is to dump his load in your slutty ass again. Ask him - ask him what he thinks of you."

Anne turned to Steve, already knowing what was coming.

"Your just a whore" Steve said. "But I really enjoyed this past week with you, using your slutty body. And I can't wait to dump a load up your ass." Anne cringed with each word. It was true, he didn't care about her. He just thought of her as a whore. But she wasn't a whore - she wasn't. "Remember showing everyone in school your tits on Wednesday" Paul asked.

Anne blanched. Oh god yes, everyone had seen her tits.

"And on Thursday remember the weights. Well they were lower than the hem of your dress - everyone saw those too. And on Friday, most of the boys knew about the buzzer. Steve was not the only one to take turns pushing it. They all toyed with your slutty little body."

Oh god no thought Anne. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't. And then Paul grabbed her and pulled her close. "None of them love you Anne. You're nothing but a fuck hole to dump their sperm into. You're just an asshole they will use to masturbate their cocks. You're just a way for them to get their rocks off."

"But I love you," he continued. "I love you more than anything and you know that. And you know I treat you the way I do because I love you. Because I know you need it. Because you're my little whore," he said and kissed her.

"No, I'm not!" Anne replied. "I'm not a whore. Oh god Paul, please don't make me be a whore. Oh please, please help me." And as Anne started to sink into the depths of despair, her blood started to race. No it couldn't be. She wasn't getting excited. No she was just scared.

Paul pulled her forward and leaned her over a table. Anne's ass was pointing out into the room while Paul, on the other side of the table, held Anne's shoulders and looked at her. "You're going to let all your classmates fuck your ass. They have been building up all week watching your tits bounce around in your sweater. Watching your pussy lips get pulled. Shocking your tits and pussy. You have to get them off after turning them on so much."

"No, please no Paul" Anne begged. "Please don't do this to me. Please, if you love me, help me."

"I am helping you," Paul replied as Anne felt hands lifting her skirt in back. But she felt helpless to resist. Paul was holding her and she couldn't tell him no. Then she felt the butt-plug pulled from her ass and a cock slide in, in its place.

"That's Steve fucking your ass. He gets it first," Paul said. "Tell him it feels good."

Oh god, what was that feeling in the pit of her stomach. NO. It couldn't be. She wasn't anyone's whore, she wasn't. "NO! NO! NO! AAAGGH!!" she screamed as the first orgasm hit her. The feelings of utter degradation, being bent over the table and fucked like a cheap whore had done it. She was cumming.

"That's it my sweet little slut. Cum for me. Cum for me as those boys fuck your ass," Paul told her as he stroked her face gently.

Anne looked up at Paul with tears in her eyes. He was turning her back into a whore. How could he do this to her. Please he had - AAAGGGHH!! OH SHIT it was another cum. God it felt so GOOD. "Oh Paul no, please no," Anne sobbed.

"Dear Anne, I have to, this is the only way you are happy. Inside that whore body of yours is the dirtiest slut in the world. This is what you were made to do."

No, oh god no. She wasn't a slut. Oh please god no -- AAAGGGHH!! Another cum. And another, and another. And they came on rolling, one after the other. Oh god it felt so good. "Yes fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" she cried.

And as boy after boy fucked her ass, Anne came and came and came. And there was Paul making sure she got what she needed. She loved him. She loved him so much.

And when the last boy finished, Anne was panting and begging for more. "Please Paul, please fuck me. I need it, I need it" and she dug her hands down to rub her clit.

Paul pulled her hands away and looked into Anne's desperate face. "Do you really need to cum some more my little slut?"

"Oh god yes. Please Paul, please fuck me. I need it. Fuck your little whore. Fuck my slut pussy. Dump your cum in your little bitch cunt. Use my hole, get off in my wet hole."

"Not me, I have someone else for you. Do you want them to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, anyone Paul. I just need a cock up my pussy. Please Paul, I NEED IT, I need it now" Anne begged.

"Remember your friend who pierced you?" Paul asked. "Well she wanted a chance at you."

"W-Wh-What?" Anne asked.

And there was the sales girl from the store who had pierced Anne. But she looked a little different now. She was naked except for a giant strap-on dildo she was wearing. And it looked even more obscene on that little girl 15-year-old body. She barely even had tits.

And then Anne realized what this all meant "NO!" she cried. "Oh god no Paul no! I can't do this I can't. I'm not gay! It's wrong it's wrong," Anne sobbed.

Paul stepped behind Anne and grabbed her arms holding her in place.

"You're a whore Anne. And whore's fuck whoever wants to fuck them.

Susie here wants to fuck you. So you need to spread your legs for her." Anne panicked. She couldn't do this. This was wrong. This was so very wrong. "Please, please, ple-- -"

Anne suddenly couldn't talk because Susie was kissing her. And not a peck on the cheek either. Susie had her tongue half way down her throat. Anne tried to pull away but Susie had her hands around Anne's head and Paul was holding her in place.

Oh god she wanted to scream. She was going to be sick. This woman was kissing her. No, this little girl was kissing her. Oh god help her. Wait Susie was stopping the kissing. What was happening.

Susie dropped to her knees, and with no foreplay, dropped her mouth onto Anne's clit and started licking.

Oh god thought Anne, what is going on. SHE'S LICKING MY CLIT. ANOTHER GIRL IS LICKING MY CLIT. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" she screamed. "Paul, please Paul, make her stop. I'm not gay!"

"Just relax my beautiful little slut," Paul soothed her.

"No, I won't do this. It's so very wrong," Anne sobbed. And suddenly Anne started sobbing. Giant sobs with rivers of tears running down her face. This was so awful. This was beyond comprehension. And as her mind floated off, the sobs and shaking continued as Anne tried to cope, and couldn't.

And sneaking up through the sobs, so that Anne didn't even realize it until it was almost too late, an orgasm was building. Oh god no, she couldn't cum.

"Paul PLEASE!" she screamed. "You have to make her stop now you have t---"

And then it hit. Having a woman lick her pussy had freaked Anne out more than anything else ever had. Consequently, it had gotten her emotions keyed up to a higher point than they had ever been keyed before. And as the cum, held back as desperately as Anne could, finally crested. Anne had the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever, in her whole life felt.

"AARRGGGHH!!" Anne screamed. And Anne's scream turned into a noise more primal than even a scream as Susie continued to tongue her clit and Anne rode the most intense orgasm of her life.

And as she came Paul whispered in her ear, "Lesbian whore, cunt eating slut, pussy licking tramp. Look at you cum from a woman's mouth on your pussy. You just love Susie's mouth on your pussy don't you. Cum you little lesbo bitch. Cum all over Susie's mouth."

And as the cum receded a little, Paul leaned Anne backwards until she was lying on the floor. And Susie moved up over Anne and positioned her dildo at the entrance of Anne's pussy. And Susie started to press the dildo in.

"No, no, no, please god no," Anne said as she reached up to Susie and pulled her close to her. Anne was still cumming so hard all she could do was hold on to Susie as hard as she could.

"I'm going to fuck this dildo into your slutty hole you whore," Susie whispered to Anne.

"No, please don't" Anne pleaded as cums wracked her body. "Then let go of me you little whore. Just let go and I'll stop," Susie said as she plunged the dildo into Anne's pussy.

"OH GOD, OH GOD NO" Anne screamed as she came even harder. As Susie pumped her she came again and again. Oh this couldn't be happening to her it just couldn't. She couldn't like this no she... "AARRRGGGHHH!!"

And as Anne hit a major cum she pulled Susie even tighter to her, reveling in the feel of her just budding tits against her monster udders, pulling Susie's mouth to hers so she could kiss her. And she came as their tongues desperately stabbed into each other's mouth.

And finally her cum's subsided. Susie pulled off of Anne and Paul pulled Anne into his arms. Anne continued to sob and shake for the next 20-minutes, with the occasional tremor of an aftershock cum coursing through her body.

And the whole time Paul was soothing her, whispering, "I love you my little lesbo slut. I love you Anne. You are so beautiful with Susie fucking you. I love watching you cum from another woman's mouth on your pussy. I love you."

And as Anne slowly stopped shuddering and sobbing, she had a vacant look in her eyes. The old Anne was gone. She had done something that was impossible for the old Anne to even conceive of - even in her worst nightmares. And she had cum from it. A mind-numbingly cum. Anne's mind was desperately trying to survive all of this. Her body had destroyed part of the very foundation of her beliefs. Everything was adrift. And the mind can't function in this state. It needs some basic beliefs to anchor itself to.

So Anne's body sobbed and shook as her mind tried to heal itself. And as her body wore out, the sobbing and shaking stopped, but it was replaced with nothing. Anne was on automatic pilot.

Paul had no idea what was going on in Anne's mind. He thought she had actually accepted this most recent step. And so he prepared her for the next step. He stood Anne up and Susie helped him buckle the dildo onto Anne. Anne just stood there oblivious to what was going on.

They then walked Anne into the next room. In this next room was Rachael, Anne's best friend (and another of the girls in the picture). She was tied spread-eagled to the bed with cum oozing out of her pussy. Using the picture, Paul and the boys from school had blackmailed her into coming to Paul's and fucking all of them. And she had survived it, not much worse for the wear.

But when she saw Anne, she suddenly panicked. It wasn't hard to figure out what the strap-on dildo was for. "Oh god Anne, no. . Please don't do this Anne. Please don't. Somebody help me!!" she cried.

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