"I'm sorry, but I really need to take care of this. I'll tell you what: you stay there just like that. I'll go make a phone call and then I'll come right back and take care of you. Don't touch yourself, and don't move from that spot. You stay in exactly that position, okay?"

"Hurryyyyyyyyyy..."

"Okay, I'll be right back." I opened the door and stepped into the hall. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I strode off down the hall.

I cooled my heels for a few minutes in the lobby before creeping back up the hall to peek through the crack between the door and the frame. My hot little tramp was lying exactly where I'd left her, breathing heavily, occasionally letting out a soft moan. Her legs were far apart, and her snatch was wide open, begging to be fucked from behind. Perfect.

I walked back down the hall to the restaurant lobby, where our waiter, who'd earlier informed us that his name was Rick, was hitting on the cute hostess. Rick was a fairly well-built guy of average height with trim blond hair. By his age, I guessed he was a college student. "Rick," I called.

He turned, saw me, and walked over. "Sir? What can I do for you?" he asked attentively.

"Rick," I began, "you seem like a nice guy. Can I trust you with an important job?"

He hesitated a second before cheerfully responding. "Of course, sir! What can I do for you?" he said, repeating his earlier question.

I lowered my voice conspiratorially. "Well, it's kind of complicated. You've had your share of girlfriends, I'm sure, haven't you, Rick?"

"Yes...yes I have, sir."

"So, then, you're not a... uh... a virgin, are you?" I asked, pretending to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Ah, no, I'm... I'm not." he responded, omitting the "sir" for the first time.

"Well, have you, um... ever had a girlfriend who wanted... uh... wanted something unusual?"

Rick frowned, puzzled. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir."

"Well, you know, like... a girl who enjoyed... having her feet rubbed. I mean, everybody likes a good foot rub, but, you know, some women _really_ enjoy it?"

"Oh, uh... yes, I think I see what you mean. Yes, I suppose I've run into that sort of thing once or twice."

"Okay, so you know what I'm talking about. Well, you see, my wife, whom you no doubt remember..."

"Yes, yes. Very attractive woman, sir, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Thank you, Rick. Well, see, she likes..." I lowered my voice even further "... strangers." Rick frowned for a minute before he figured it out. "Ah, okay, yes, I understand."

"Good, good. So anyway, today's her birthday, and I wanted to arrange a little surprise. Could you... uh... help me out, if you catch my drift."

"Mmmm... you want me to... uh... be the stranger?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it."

"I suppose I could do that, sir."

"Great, great. You're a good man, Rick. Here's what you do. My wife, she really likes a surprise, see? So right now she's lying on the table in our dining room, all... uh... ready. See, I pretended to have a beeper emergency just as we were about to... uh... do what you're going to do with her. And she promised me she'd be waiting in that exact position when I got back. She won't be able to see you, the way she's lying.

So what you have to do is sneak in there real quiet-like and just... do it. Remember, she likes a surprise, so don't make any noise until you're... doing it. And don't say anything, no matter what. Just keep on going. When you're done, just leave, and then go make yourself scarce. It'll be... more romantic... if she doesn't see you again. Got all that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, you go on back and do that. Here's enough to cover the meal, and a little... compensation for your trouble," I said, stuffing two hundred-dollar bills in his shirt pocket.

"Okay. So I should go now, sir?"

"Yes. Leave the door open just a crack. I'll follow you and watch through the crack in the door to make sure nothing goes wrong. Remember, be absolutely quiet until you start going."

"Okay, sir." Rick squared his shoulders and walked up the hall toward our room. I waited ten seconds before following. When I got to the door, I peered through the crack. Suzanne was lying in the same position I'd left her in, legs spread far apart, cunt invitingly exposed.

Rick stood behind her, staring at her glistening cunt. Slowly, and with the utmost care, he pushed down his pants, being careful not to make any noise. Suzanne was moaning so loudly, though, that I doubt she'd have heard anything softer than a voice.

Rick positioned himself behind her, examining her pert little ass facing up at him. It occurred to me that Rick might be an ass man. God, I hoped not. I didn't need to deal with that just yet.

Fortunately, Rick didn't do anything creative. He took a deep breath, put his hands on her legs, and plunged his cock into Suzanne's pussy. She squealed in delight at his entry and gave a long groan of pleasure.

Rick froze, apparently shocked by the massage he was getting from the muscles of Suzanne's cunt. She was always quick to start milking once a cock was in her.

After a few seconds, Suzanne got impatient and started thrusting at Rick, begging to have her pussy pumped. Rick snapped out of it and began to thrust in a slow rhythm. Suzanne matched his thrusts and pushed against him.

Gradually, Rick picked up the pace, slamming his dick into her with more and more force.

Rick's cock was about the same thickness as mine, but at least two inches shorter. Suzanne had assumed he was me during the slow, shallow strokes at the beginning, but when they started really going at it, she suddenly opened her eyes. I guess she realized that when his balls slapped her ass, the deepest part of her cunt was still unfilled. Still thrusting at his cock, still moaning in pleasure with every movement, Suzanne arched her head and shoulders around to look behind her.

An expression of shock crossed her face when she saw Rick behind her instead of me. Rick took no notice, and continued to pound his cock into her cunt. She actually froze for a moment, completely stunned. After a second or two, though, her body took over and began to thrust back at Rick again as she neared orgasm. Though her conscious mind was probably alarmed at being fucked by a stranger, her body's trained reactions were in control.

Rick cried out in pleasure as he came. An instant later, Suzanne's eyes closed and her body shook in a powerful orgasm, the strongest she'd had in a long time. Rick's sperm overflowed from her cunt as she collapsed to the table, moaning in pleasure.

I'd slipped a half-dose of aphrodisiac (the first she'd had in months) into her after-dinner drink to ensure that she would remember this episode as being particularly pleasurable. Rick collapsed on top of her.

Rick remained on top of her for a few minutes, then kissed her shoulder and stood up. I walked back down the hall to the lobby and waited for him to emerge.

He did so half a minute later, looking a little disheveled, but basically all right. I congratulated him and gave him an extra hundred for doing such a fine job. The hostess watched us, confused. I sent Rick on his way, and told him to stay out of sight for at least ten minutes. Then I headed back down the hall to our room and walked nonchalantly through the door.

"Okay, honey, I'm ready to... Oh, my God! Suzanne! Are you all right?" I feigned alarm.

She lay dazed on the table, Rick's semen dripping from her still- open pussy.

"Honey! Honey! What happened?" I asked, shaking her.

She lifted her head wearily to face me. "Other guy..." she muttered. "Thought... it was you..."

"Oh, my God, were you raped?"

She got a thoughtful expression, as though considering the possibility for the first time. She shrugged. "Guess so." She was so dazed that she didn't seem to know whether that was good or bad.

I tried to look stunned. "Well, are you hurt?"

"Nnnno."

I sighed, pretending relief. "Let's get you out of here, honey." I helped her to her feet and straightened out her clothes. She allowed herself to be led back to the lobby and out of the restaurant. The hostess saw Suzanne's disheveled state, put two and two together, and gave me a look of shock and disgust. "You are a sick person," she informed me self-righteously.

"Well, I hope you'll pardon us for not paying our bill after one of your waiters raped my wife," I retorted. I hurried out the door before she could respond. I didn't fuck Suzanne for the rest of that night and the next day. I wanted the episode to sink in. Not only had she been on the aphrodisiac, in order to ensure a powerful orgasm, she'd also been on neural enhancer, in order to imprint the pleasure she experienced from the cock of a stranger. It was time to resume her training.

The next night we went to the opera again. As had been the case with our first visit, we arrived half an hour early. So once again, we each had a glass of champagne while we were waiting. And, of course, hers contained the two drugs.

Ten minutes after the show started, I grabbed her arm and led her briskly out of the theater and into the lobby.

Ushering her through the door into the reception room we'd fucked in the last time, I told her to wait there for me. By this time, of course, my trained sex-toy was already hot and desperate to be used.

After closing the door, I went down a nearby access hall to the storeroom where the caterers had set up the kitchen. It was empty at the moment, except for the teenager who'd walked in on us last time. I smiled. This was most fortunate.

I walked up to the guy and asked him his name. "L-Larry, sir," he said, his voice cracking. Ah, puberty.

"Well, Larry," I said, handing him a fifty-dollar bill, "walk through that door," I paused and pointed to the door leading to the reception hall, "in exactly five minutes. Than do exactly what I tell you." I turned and walked away before he could respond.

I circled around and entered the reception room through the main doors. Suzanne, apparently getting pretty hot by this time, greeted me with a slutty kiss, grinding her pelvis against me. She hadn't been fucked since the night before in the restaurant, and I think it was really bothering her. A woman has needs, and by this time, Suzanne had the needs of ten women.

Once again, I lifted her up onto the edge of the table. She lay down on her back and pulled up the dress she'd been wearing. I spread her lags apart and tickled her moist pussy. She squirmed and began to moan. I wanted to make sure she really enjoyed this.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid cock. Placing the head gently between her cunt lips, I put the slightest amount of pressure on her pussy. She moaned and pleaded with me. "Oh, Alan, pleeeeease... I need it..."

As soon as I heard that, I slammed my cock into her pussy.

Suzanne's cunt muscles began to squeeze and caress it, trying to milk all the come they could out of my prick. After a minute, I pulled out.

Suzanne whimpered at the emptiness of her pussy. I climbed up on the table and dropped to my hands and knees. Positioning my body at right angles to Suzanne's, I placed my crotch directly over her face.

Suzanne immediately took my prick into her mouth and began to suck. The cock in her mouth made haer forget about her empty cunt. She swirled her tongue excitedly around the tip of my dick. At that moment, the service door opened and Larry walked in.

Several emotions crossed his acne-ridden face. The first was shock. That lasted for a few seconds before gradually being replaced by lust. Lust gave way to recognition as he looked at my face again.

I made a shushing gesture, and then crooked my finger at him. He shook out of his stupor and tiptoed over to stand near me. Suzanne was completely oblivious to his presence. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on my cock in her mouth.

I looked at Larry as I pointed to Suzanne's wide-open cunt. He looked uncertain. I gave him a look of exasperation, pointed at his crotch, and then pointed at Suzanne's cunt. He walked over to stand in front of Suzanne's glistening, ready pussy. Still uncertain, he looked at me again, and pointed at Suzanne's cunt with a questioning look on his face. I gave him a big nod. He's have to do it soon, or else Suzanne would've already orgasmed from my cock.

Larry slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid dick. He placed it in front of Suzanne's cunt and hesitated, looking up at me again. I silently mouthed the words "Fuck her!" at him. He looked down at her cunt again, gulped, and sank his cock deep into her.

Suzanne's mouth froze around my dick. She struggled to lift her head, but I had positioned myself so that my cock pinned her to the ground. My body prevented her from seeing Larry, who was similarly frozen, a look of awe on his face. I gestured at him, trying to tell him to start pumping. Slowly, he got the idea, and began to take long slow strokes in and out of Suzanne's pussy.

After another second or two, Suzanne slowly resumed sucking on my dick. Soon she was back in the swing of things, swirling her tongue around my cockhead, while her hips thrust against Larry's strokes.

Larry and Suzanne began to move faster as she approached orgasm. She sucked harder and harder on my dick, moving her head up and down as far as she could without banging it on the table. Larry moaned as he bagan to come, and I shot my wad down Suzanne's throat at the same time. Seconds later, she orgasmed, squirming beneath us on the table. When she had come down, I motioned to Larry to leave. He withdrew his cock from her cunt, zipped up his pants, and hurried out. I lifted myself off of Suzanne's face and got to my feet. Suzanne was in the same daze she'd been in after Rick fucked her. I helped her to her feet, and straightened out her clothes.

I didn't bother going back to the opera; I just led Suzanne down to the garage and to my car. I knew we weould need to be someplace private when Suzanne came out of her slut mode and got angry.

This happened when we got home. As soon as I had closed the door behind us, she whirled to face me. "You had absolutely no right to do what you did tonight!" she declared angrily. It was the first time she'd ever taken that tone with me.

At last, I knew, I could finally esablish the proper relationship between us. "Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!"

I put a concerned look on my face, though I was smiling inside. "I'm afraid I don't, honey. What's the matter?"

"You had that guy come in and... do that to me. And you just let him do it. And you sent that waiter in last night, too, didn't you?" She pointed a finger at me accusingly.

I sighed. "Yes, honey, I did," I said in a tone of admission. "I thouht you'd enjoy it."

"Well, I didn't!"

"Come on, honey, you know you did." I decided to push a little. "You enjoyed getting fucked by those guys. And I bet you'd enjoy getting fucked by other guys. What's the matter with a man trying to make the woman he loves happy?" It was the first time I'd used the "F-word" with her, and she was shocked.

"How dare you! What do you think I am, some kind of slut?"

Time to go for broke. "Frankly, yes. You have a need to be fucked as much as possible. The slightest touch gets you horny, and when you aren't getting your pussy reamed by my cock, you're either rubbing your tits against it, or sucking on it. And the mere touch of my semen..."

"Get out!" she screamed.

"Honey, I don't think..."

"I said get out! Or I'll call the police."

I shrugged. "Okay, if that's the way you want it." I went back to the bedroom, picked up my suitcase, and walked back out to the front door. "Here's my address," I said, placing a card on the phone table. "Come by anytime you change your mind."

She glared at me coldly. "Get out."

"Suit yourself," I said as I walked out the door, a big smile on my face.

I figured she would be crawling back to me within twenty-four hours. But the next evening, she hadn't come, and I started to worry. There was nothing I could do. Calling her would only weaken my position. I had to stand firm. It wasn't until the second evening after the argument, when the rain was pouring down otuside, that I heard a knock at my door. It was Suzanne. She was wearing a yellow poncho and a matching hat. It was kind of cute. I noticed red heels peeking out under the bottom of the poncho.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," I responded. "Come on in."

She walked in and I closed the door.

"Let me help you off with that," I said.

"No, I'd prefer to keep it on for now," she replied.

I shrugged. "Suit yourself." There was a long pause.

"Alan," she said at last, "I'm... I'm sorry I got so upset with you. I... I realize now that you were j-just trying to make me feel good. S-so let's just forget it happened, okay?" She looked at me pleadingly. "I miss you."

I waited a few seconds before responding. "I miss you, too, Suzanne. But I can't go back to your place anymore. However, if you agree to follow my rules, you can move in here with me."

She was silent for a long time. "Wh-what are the rules?" she stammered.

"I can't tell you unless you promise to do exactly as I say from now on, without hesitation, no matter what I ask you to do. Anything I want."

She paused. "Alan, can't we just forget what happened and go back to the way it was? You liked it that way, didn't you? Look, I'll even do it with other men, if it makes you happy. I... I admit I enjoyed it. I w-want to do it again. Please, Alan?" I fought to keep myself from lauging and lost. Here was Suzanne, the quiet, reserved Montana girl, promising to fuck other men if only I'd take her back. "You really are the little slut, aren't you?"

She looked away as if she'd been slapped, her cheeks burning in humiliation.

"No, Suzanne, we can't go back to that," I continued. "You had your chance with that, and you blew it. This is the only way now. You can either agree to my terms, agree to do whatever I ask, eagerly and without hesitation, or you can walk out that door and never see me again."

She didn't speak for over a minute. Then, finally, almost inaudibly, "All right. I promise."

"You promise to do whatever I tell you, immediately and without question?"

"Y-yes."

"All right. Here is the way it's going to be. Repeat everything after me. From now on, you are going to be my slave."

"What?" she shrieked.

"You've already promised to do whatever I want. But, if you don't like it, I'll still let you leave if you want, and never see me again."

She stared at me as though she thought I was joking. I met her gaze with a stern look. She realized I was serious and the incredulity on her face gave way to fear.

"Y-you can't mean that, Alan," she stammered.

"I do mean it, Suzanne. Maybe you should just leave and we'll forget we ever knew each other," I said, reaching to open the door.

"No!" she yelled, grabbing my arm. We stood there, frozen, for several tense moments . At last, Suzanne took a deep, shuddering breath. "I... I'll do it. I'll be your s-s-s..." She spat the last word out. "... slave."

"All right, then," I responded, lowering my arm. "Repeat what I just told you."

"I... I am your s-slave."

"You are my bitch."

"I..." She took another deep breath. "I am your bitch."

"You are my slut."

"I am your s-slut."

"You have no will of your own."

"I have no will of my own." She was beginning to shake with fear.

"You are a fuck doll, whose sole purpose is to be used by men for their pleasure."

Her eyes reddened. "I am... a f-fuck doll. My purpose is... to be used by men for their p-pleasure."

"You are my sex toy, to play with however I want."

"I am your... sex toy, to play with however you want."

"You will be fucked whenever, wherever, and by whomever I chose."

She choked back a sob. "I will be f-fucked whenever, wherever, and by whomever you choose."

"From now on, your name is Suzi."

She looked up at me, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Say it," I commanded.

"M-my name is Suzi."

"Suzi the slut."

"S-Suzi the s-slut."

"You will always refer to yourself in the third person, as Suzi, or slave, or slut, or bitch, or anything else."

"I will always refer to myself in the third person..."

"All right. You don't have to repeat any more. From now on, whenever we are alone, you will address me as 'master'. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes." she said through her tears.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, m-master."

"Now, slave. Tell me why you came over here."

"B-becuase I... need it." "Third person," I admonished.

"S-Suzi needs it."

"Needs what, bitch? I can't do anything unless Suzi tells me what it is that she wants. What does Suzi need me to do?"

"Suzi needs you to... f-f-f-fuck h-her, master."

"Using what part of my body? And use some adjectives, like 'hard'."

"P-please fuck Suzi with your hard... p-penis?"

I had to laugh at that. "Suzi, a doctor uses the word 'penis'. A slut uses a different word."

"F-fuck suzi with your hard c-c-cock."

Good enough for now. "Take off that poncho, Suzi."

The newly rechristened Suzi unbuttoned the poncho and dropped it to the floor. I was amazed to discover that she was wearing her "candy" outfit. She must've been pretty horny when she got dressed this morning.

"Now come over here and suck my cock, bitch," I demanded.

Suzi eagerly fell to her knees in front of me. She unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard shaft. She was about to put it in her mouth when I stopped her. "Tell me what you want to do."

"I..." She caught herself. "Suzi wants to suck your cock, master." I looked at her, waiting for more. "Please let Suzi suck your big cock." She looked at me pleadingly.

I smiled. "All right, slut, go ahead." She eagerly pounced on my meat, slurping at it like she hadn't had it days. Which I guess she hadn't. I was swiftly aroused by her skillful blowjob. Her dextrous tongue tickled my shaft as her head bobbed up and down.

I stopped as I was about to come and pulled my shaft out of her mouth. She looked up at me.

"What do you want now, slave?"

The feel of my cock in her mouth had sent her into slut mode by now. She was desperate for me to come in her, so she spoke quickly and eagerly. "Suzi wants you to come in her mouth, master. Please let Suzi swallow your hot come."

Suzi was learning fast. "All right, bitch, take your master's come." She put my cock back into her mouth just as I started to come, sending hot, sticky wads of jism down her throat. Suzi orgasmed as I finished, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she eagerly sucked down every last drop of come.

"Did you enjoy that, slut?" I asked.

"Yes, m-master. Suzi enjoyed tasting your c-come in her m- mouth." A dribble of jism ran out of Suzi's mouth and down her chin as she spoke.

"Lie on the couch, whore." I commanded. Suzi scampered over to the couch and lay down on it, her glistening wet pussy exposed. I sat down in a chair next to her, gazing at the soft folds of her cunt. She needed it. I wasn't ready, though. "What do you want, now, slave?"

"S-Suzi wants to be fucked."

"Be more descriptive." "Suzi needs to have her c-cunt fucked by her master's hard cock."

She was getting good at this. Clearly, she was quite aroused. I had a suspicion I wanted to investigate. "When was the last time you had your cunt fucked, whore?"

"L-last night, m-master." She was clearly quite nervous about this, but also excited.

So! She'd managed to stay away from me so long by fucking other men. "Tell me about it, slave."

"I went to a..." She caught herself and started over. "Suzi went to a bar wearing a leather s-skirt and h-heels."

"Why did you wear them, bitch?"

"S-Suzi wore them to get f-fucked. D-dressing like a w-whore makes men want to f-fuck Suzi"

"I see. And how many men fucked you?"

"Th-three."

"Where?"

"One in the p-parking lot, t-two in a m-motel room."

"What were their names?"

"D-don't know."

"So you fucked three men last night, not even knowing their names."

"Y-yes, master."

"What does that make you?"

"A s-slut."

My dick was getting hard again. "Do you want to get fucked?"

"Y-yes, master. P-please fuck Suzi." She was squirming on the couch, thrusting her hips at an imaginary cock.

"Then tell me what you are, and make it good."

The bitch needed no encouragement. "S-Suzi is a horny slut who always needs to be fucked. Suzi needs a hot cock inside her. Suzi is a bitch who needs to taste hot, sticky come. P-please fuck Suzi's hot pussy, master!"

I was near the bursting point. Rising from my chair, I pulled Suzi off the couch and thrust her to the floor. She immediately got on her hands and knees, presenting her dripping pussy to me. I roughly grabbed her hips as I slammed my cock into her silky cunt.

Suzi screamed with pleasure. "Oh, fuck Suzi, master! Fuck your slut with your hard cock! Ohhh... master's cock feels so good in Suzi's cunt! Nnnngh! Fuck Suuuuziiii!"

I reached under Suzi and grabbed her tits, using them as leverage to thrust my dick into her as hard as possible. She writhed in pleasure on my cock, slamming her hips against me as forcefully as she could.

Suzi came as she felt the first spurt of jism explode from my cock. "Yes! Yes! Shoot your come into Suzi's hot cunt!" she yelled. "Fill your slut's wet pussy with your jism! Yes!" Suzi's cunt muscles clenched tightly at my dick as my creamy load shot into her belly, milking it dry. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted, my still-hard cock filling Suzi's pussy.

After catching my breath, I pulled my come-covered cock out of her cunt and pulled myself up to sit on the couch.

"Clean my cock, slave," I commanded.

"Yes, master," Suzi responded. Dutifully, she crawled up next to me on the couch and began licking my soft shaft, gathering up the come and pussy juice covering it and slurping them down eagerly.

Ropy strings of come dripped from her wet pussy onto the leather of the couch.

I took my new fuck doll back to the bedroom and made use of her three more times that night. Each time, I got her hot, then made her beg for my cock.

"Please, master, fill Suzi's hot, wet cunt with your big thick cock," she would ask, and I would oblige by reaming my slut's cunt.

"Please, master, fill Suzi's slutty cunt with your sticky come," she would beg, and I would have no choice but to shoot my jism into her hungry pussy.

But at the end, she asked me to "fuck Suzi's tits and shoot your come all over your bitch's hot, slutty face," and I knew I had a winner.

Suzanne's New Career Chapter 5 ========= Suzi

The next several days were spent wiping out all traces of Suzanne. I moved the clothes I had bought her to my apartment, and put them in a closet which I designated as Suzi's. I put the cosmetics and jewelry into a vanity table I'd purchased just for her. The rest of her stuff I sold to a local thrift shop for cash.

Suzi and I went to Suzanne's bank to close her accounts. I threw out the cashier's check. It was a trivial amount of money compared to what I had, and cashing it would just leave a trail that Suzanne's relatives could follow if they ever tried to track her down. We cancelled the lease on her apartment without leaving a forwarding address.

Once Suzanne had been erased from existence, I set Suzi up on her new daily schedule. I got ahold of some videotapes of professional strippers preforming, as well as a video camera, and set up one of the extra rooms of my apartment as a practice studio for Suzi. She was to teach herself to dance and striptease by watching the tapes. The camera was for her to watch herself doing it, so she could refine her technique.

I also bought a tanning bed, so that she could get a smooth, even tan without having to leave the apartment, and a treadmill and a few exercise machines, to keep her in shape. I set up an exercise regimen for her, emphasizing overall conditioning, to build her stamina.

In addition, I had her do a lot of chest development exercises, in the hope of doing something about those small tits of hers, as well as some legwork to build up her ass.

Suzi followed the same routine every day. She would get up in the morning and serve me breakfast, after which I would usually fuck her either in the mouth or the cunt (but only after she begged me to). She would spend the rest of the morning practicing her dancing, eat a healthy lunch, and then practice for several more hours in the afternoon. Usually I would interrupt this at some point to fuck her, again making her beg before entering her. After she'd put in her eight hours of dance practice, she'd spend an hour in the tanning bed, followed by an hour of physical workout. Then she'd fix and serve me dinner.

Some evenings I would take Suzi out for dinner and to a movie, but not nearly as often as I had with Suzanne. Most evenings, we would stay home and she would watch porno films, studying the way the women in them behaved.

We went to bed early, so that I could give her one or two training fucks and still let her get plenty of sleep. Throughout the day, she was expected to keep herself looking sexy and ready to be fucked, like a good little slut. Once Suzi had settled into her routine, I started up the training again.

I walked into the bedroom to find my slut waiting for me on the bed. As per my instructions of half an hour ago, she was wearing a tight black halter top cut so low that it almost exposed her nipples, a shiny red leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-covering black leather "fuck me" boots, with her standard five-inch heels. The top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy. Excellent.

"Doggie style, bitch," I commanded. Suzi quickly obeyed, rising to her hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up into the air. Here eyes were closed in expectation, anticipating the warm cock that her excited pussy needed so badly.

Suzi's training was coming along well, and she was rapidly developing the proper attitude toward sex. That is to say, she was learning that her body was a toy for me to use for my pleasure, and that the only way she would ever experience pleasure herself was by being used in this way, as an object for sex.

But there was still a significant portion of her original emotional makeup intact, fighting inside her against what she was becoming. This remnant of Suzanne was still in control of Suzi's body whenever she wasn't aroused, which was still a majority of the time.

And while Suzi was almost always happy, content in her role as a slut and a whore, Suzanne was depressed and miserable. She never rebelled or disobeyed me, but it was obvious from her manner that she was unhappy.

She went about her chores, her dance practice, and her exercises with a dogged determination, in fear of what might happen should she fail rather than out of a true love of what she was doing.

But Suzi _loved_ her work. And that was why she was winning the battle between the two. When it came time for me to make use of my slut, the weary, depressed Suzanne was all to eager to give way to the bright, energetic, cock-craving Suzi. And every time Suzi was brought forth, she grew stronger and Suzanne grew weaker.

Even though Suzanne doubtless knew that by surrendering control to the slut she was dooming herself, she was still more than happy to give it up when the time came, out of sheer misery. It was form a suicide. Suzanne knew that, and she didn't mind.

So as a result, she was always craving use around bedtime, when I would come in to give her her lessons for the day. She knew that soon she would be a come-hungry nymphomaniac, experiencing pure pleasure as she sucked on a cock, or had her pussy reamed fast and hard. Tonight, however, she was in for a surprise.

I climbed up behind her on the bed and pulled a tube of vaseline out of my pocket. She couldn't see me from her position. I spread a liberal amount of vaseline on the fingers of my right hand. With my left hand, I gently began to rub Suzi's pink little clit. She moaned in response, thrusting her hips back at me, trying to fuck my fingers, trying to get anything she could into her cunt. Carefully, I brought my right hand down to her ass, slowly rubbing her anus.

Suzi started at the touch of the cool lotion in an unfamiliar location, jerking her body as she craned her head and shoulders around to look at me. I slapped her ass. "Sit still, slut! Just relax, and this won't hurt."

Suzi whimpered and returned to her position. She was tense, though, scared at the prospect of somthing unfamiliar. Slowly, carefully, I slipped a vaseline-covered finger into her rectum.

She screeched in fear but did not move. "That's a good girl, Suzi," I told her. "Good little slut. Just relax..." I continued to maneuver my finger around inside her, trying to spread the lotion as much as possible. When I had done as good a job as I would ever be able to, I pulled my finger out and wiped off the excess lotion.

"Now, then, Suzi," I said, speaking in my calmest voice, "this won't hurt if you just relax..." I began rubbing her clit again, eliciting moans once more. But her cries carried a tinge of fear in them. I rubbed her harder, trying to bring her off more strongly, trying to get her to relax. I placed the head of my stiff cock at the entrance to her rectum. Removing my hand from her clit, I spread her ass cheeks as far apart as I could, opening her up as much as possible for my entry. Suzi was trembling in fear now, having figured out what was going on. I reached a hand forward and pushed her chest and shoulders down into the bed, giving me the best possible entry angle. As gently as I could, I pushed the head of my cock into her ass.

She screamed in pain at my entry. I moved my left hand to her clit, trying to bring her off and calm her down. It was slow going, but eventually she stopped screaming and settled into a soft whimpering. Her ass was incredibly tight around my cockhead. God, it felt great! Slowly, I pushed another inch into her lubricated asshole.

She screamed anew, and it took another minute to calm her down. I continued to finger her, trying to bring her up the road to orgasm. I whispered gently to her. "A good little slut knows how to take a cock up her ass." Suzi mewled in pleasure and pain.

Inch by inch I entered her asshole, stopping after every new thrust to calm her down and bring back to some amount of pleasure. This was easier than it would normally have been, thanks to the aphrodisiac, but it was still slow going. The walls of her ass squeezed around me with an intense pressure.

When I had pushed my full ten inches into her, I slowly, slowly, began to fuck her ass, continually rubbing her clit. I kept it slow to minimize the pain, but she was still squealing in fear almost constantly. After I'd been inside her for nearly half an hour, I brought her to orgasm as I shot my sperm into her ass. As usual, she was under the Pavlov drug, and so she was learning, slowly, to enjoy having her ass fucked.

I waited for my cock to soften. With an audible pop, I pulled out of her ass and lay down beside her. She was softly crying. "Listen to me," I told her. Here eyes opened and she looked fearfully at me. I continued. "That hurt, but in time you'll grow used to it." I held out the bottle of vaseline to her. "It would have hurt a lot more without this. From now on, you will keep yourself lubricated with this at all times. If I ever check, and find you dry, I'll do it to your right there, and it will hurt. Understand?"

She nodded meekly, still in shock over what had happened. I smiled. "You're becoming a fine little slut, Suzi."

In general, I wasn't very interested in anal sex. I was teaching Suzi to take a cock up her ass because it would be useful skill in her new line of work, not because it was something I had a particular thing for.

Over the next week, I continued to train her in this technique.

Always, I fingered her clit as I fucked her ass, using the Pavlov drug to cause a pleasure association to form in her brain, teaching her to orgasm at the feel of come in her ass. The bitch was so tight down there I found myself enjoying the action despite my general lack of interest in this sort of thing.

One afternoon during this period, I got a phone call. The caller was a middle-aged businessman calling from a hotel, repsonding to an ad for "Adult Services" I had placed in the local paper. We verbally, danced around for a few minutes, ascertaining each other's bona fides. When we finally got down to it, I told him Suzi was avaiable for a massage at $200 for a full hour, plus tips. He agreed, told me where he was staying, and I promised Suzi would be there in an hour.

Her first job! I hadn't expected it to come so soon. The customer was interested in someone trashy, so I had Suzi put on one of her slutty outfits, a new one I'd purchased recently.

It consisted of a shiny silver slip dress that left the gap in her cleavage well-exposed and just barely covered her ass, a pair of black fishnet stockings, and two shiny elbow-length gloves. It was fully accessorized with several oversized fake pearl necklaces, a gaudy bracelet on one wrist, a pair of black hoop earrings, and of course the ever-present five-inch spiked heels, in black this time.

After she'd finished touching up her makeup and hair, we drove to the hotel. While we drove, I briefed her on the proper way to act, how to defer to the customer's wishes, and when to ask for money. I fixed a small microphone to her left earring, so that I'd be able to listen in on the action and intervene in case Suzi came into any danger.

We got to the hotel. After Suzi had wrapped herself in a trenchcoat, we walked throught the lobby to the elevators.

Suzi drew a number of lustful stares, despite the thick coat hiding her body. We rode the elevator up to the customer's floor. I waited around a corner in the hallway while Suzi knocked on the door.

I heard the door open, and a male voice say, "Well. You must be Suzi."

"Yes, Mr. Jones. At your service."

"Come on in."

Suzi stepped inside and the door closed. I moved up to stand in front of it, ready to enter at a moment's notice.

"Suzi needs to see your driver's license," I heard her say.

"Here you go." Suddenly it occurred to me that it might seem odd to the customer for Suzi to be talking about herself in the third person. Well, shit. It was too late now. I'd have to let things go and just hope it didn't bother him.

He paid her, including a $200 tip, and offered her a drink. They sat down and talked. He tried to start a conversation, asking her questions about herself, where she was from. Suzi's responses were simple and direct.

"Suzi is a whore. Suzi is a slut who lives for cock. Suzi needs to be fucked."

After a few tries, he gave up. "God, you really are just a little tramp, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Suzi is a little tramp who will do anything for a cock."

He was quite turned on by her dirty talk, judging by the tremor in his voice. "T-try mine." I heard the sound of a zipper.

Suzi's voice. "Oooh, your cock is so beautiful. Suzi wants to suck it. Can Suzi suck your cock? Please?"

"G-go ahead, slut. Oh!" He grunted in pleasure. God, I was getting so horny from listening to this. I listened intently as Suzi's customer built to orgasm. He was really getting into this. "Take it down your throat, you little slut! Yes!" I could only imagine what was going on.

After he had finished coming in Suzi's mouth and Suzi had orgasmed, they settled down for a bit, doing some necking and fondling. Soon, she started begging him to fuck her. He had absolutely no objections, and did so. Suzi kept up a monologue all through the process.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones, your cock feels so good in Suzi's cunt. Suzi hasn't had a cock in her cunt all day, and this big thick one feels so good. Yes! Use Suzi like the whore she is! Fuck her slutty pussy with your wet cock until you shoot your jism into her belly." The volume of her cries increased as his orgasm built. "Yes, yes! Ram your meat into Suzi's wet pussy! Oh! Yes, yes, YES! Shoot your sticky white come deep into Suzi's cunt! Yes! YES! FUCK SUZIIIIIIIIIIII!"

They came, and for awhile all I heard was the grunts and moans of orgasm. Slowly, they came down. "That was incredible. You are one hot little slut."

I heard Suzi putting her clothes back on. A moment later she walked out the door. I greeted her with a big smile and a raging hardon. Gripping her hand, I led her to the stairwell.

Unsurprisingly, it was deserted. Most of the people in the hotel used the elevators. I closed the door behind us and unzipped my pants, freeing my erect cock.

Suzi, still aroused from her recent fucking, needed no prompting. She bent over and grabbed the stair railing, thrusting her pert little ass up in the air. Not bothering with any formalities, I lifted her skirt up and slammed my meat into her moist pussy.

I fucked her hard and fast in that position for several minutes. I was incredibly horny from listening to her fuck that guy in the hotel room, and my cock was desperate for release. I placed my hands on her hips and jerked them violently toward me with every stroke I took.

Suzi put very little effort into it; she was content merely to be used like a rag doll, muttering softly to herself. "Oh, yeeees, master, fuck Suzi. Fuck Suzi's slutty cunt with your hard cock. Mmmmm." After a minute or two of pumping Suzi's cunt up and down on my shaft, I came explosively, jism spurting from my prick into her tight cunt. Suzi screamed in pleasure as her third orgasm in an hour washed over her, and my come dribbled out of the corners of her pussy. God, she was fantastic.

I continued training Suzi in the fine art of taking a cock up her ass. She didn't enjoy it, but as the days passed, she slowly grew used to it and stopped crying whenever I fucked her there.

One morning I surprised her by getting up early. Suzi had just taken her shower, and was sitting at the vanity table, styling her hair and putting on her makeup. Usually I didn't wake up until almost an hour later, after she'd gotten dressed and fixed breakfast.

I got up casually and walked over to stand behind her. She looked up at me, curious as to why I was up so early. "Stand up, slut." I commanded. She obeyed, setting down her lipstick and standing at attention.

Slowly, I caressed her ass with my hands. She trembled in anticipation. Without warning, I stuck a finger into her anus, eliciting a shriek from her. It was dry.

"Bitch!"

"Yes, m-master?"

"What did I tell you about your ass? What are you supposed to have in it all times?"

She started to cry, unable to answer, shaking in fear.

"I said to keep your ass lubricated at all times, didn't I?"

"I-I was about to, m-master. It's just that you don't usually g-get up this early, and..."

"All times, bitch! Now you'll have to suffer the punishment."

Suzi shrieked and whirled to run. I grabbed her arm firmly and threw her to the floor. She looked up at me in horror, too frightened to take action, as I knelt above her.

Roughly, I grabbed her and forced her to her hands and knees. She was crying in sheer terror. With one hand I positioned my cock at the entrance to her dry anus, and with the other I pushed her head and shoulders down to the floor, giving me the best possible angle of entry. When she was positioned just right, I slammed my cock full force into her tight, dry ass.

She screamed. Not the scream of pleasure she usually gave when I fucked her to orgasm. Not the scream of fear mixed with pleasure that she had given when I was teaching her to ass-fuck. A scream of pure, excruciating, mind-numbering pain.

I paused for a second, enjoying her pain as my cock sat inside her asshole. Just when her scream started dying, I withdrew and thrust again, bringing a new wail. The raw, dry skin of her asshole ripped and tore in places, and blood spurted from the cuts and gashes.

Each new thrust brought a new scream. After awhile, the blood spread around and acted as a lubricant, lessening teh friction between my cock and her ass.

At this point, I started fucking her in earnest. Her screams had descended into sobs and whimpers of pain as I plowed her ass faster and faster. Rather than her normal eager bucking and pumpng, she just lay there, accepting but not welcoming my cock in her ass. The best part of this was that the Suzanne portion of her mind was in control now, and it was taking the brunt of the pain. Suzi, the slutty personality, was in the background. I had been careful not to arouse her before raping her ass, in order to be sure that it was Suzanne I was inflicting pain on. The damage done to Suzanne would further sap her will to live, effectively giving Suzi a greater amount of control over her body.

I came in her ass, a flood of jism erupting from my engorged cock. Suzi - Suzanne, really - just lay there, unresponding, still crying from the pain. When I had shot my load, I removed my blood-and-come covered dick from her ass.

"Now, then, slut, what have we learned?"

Her sobs halted, and she looked up fearfully at me. "Always... keep... Suzi's ass lubricated?" she asked haltingly.

"Very good. Now, from now on, you are to lubricate yourself immediately upon coming out of the shower in the morning. Understand?"

"Y-yes, master."

"Good." I smiled. "Now clean off my cock."

Slowly, wearily, she took my cocok in her hands and began to suck on it. A pinkish mixture of fluids dripped from her asshole. My cock was soon clean, glistening with her saliva.

Before long, Suzanne had receded into the background, and an aroused Suzi was sucking happily on my cock. I patted her on the head. "Good girl, Suzi," I encouraged her. She smiled around my cock at me. My eager little slut was back, stronger than ever.

From then on, Suzi was always lubricated. Eventually, she grew to enjoy it, and by the end of her third week as my live-in slut, I had her begging to "please stick your hot cock up your bitch's tight ass, master!" I'm not particularly an ass-fucking type of guy, as I've mentioned, but hearing her say that made me eager to cream her tight little hole.

I also continued to hire her out as a call girl once or twice a week. She typically earned four or five hundred dollars from each stint. This was no big windfall, but it was a nice bit of extra income. I didn't intend for her to be doing this for very long anyway; the real purpose of it was to get her used to the idea of fucking other men. She would soon be moving on to far more lucrative activities.

Around the time of her tenth job as a call girl, I decided that Suzi's dancing skills had reached the point where they could be put to use.

I made up a bunch of flyers featuring Suzi's face as she licked her lips sluttily. The text read, "The breathtakingly beautiful Suzi: private dancer available for parties and celebrations. Deluxe service."

The next day Suzi got her first piece of business -- a bachelor party. They were in a rush, and they wanted her that night. I was forced to cancel my dinner reservations, but I was eager to see Suzi in action, so I agreed. We dickered over the price, and he gave me directions and a time to show up.

I interrupted Suzi's dance practice and told her she had a job that evening. She was surprised. I told her to go put on her red lingerie and pumps. She complied and returned to the practice room. We spent the rest of the afternoon going over her routine. She was to burst out of a cake and do a quick striptease act. Then she was to sit on the groom's lap and get down and dirty. "Now, remeber, slut, the groom just thinks you're an ordinary stripper who isn't supposed to go very far. He doesn't know that you're really a cock-craving whore who's going to fuck him. So you have to go slow, or you'll scare him."

We went through the routine, with me sitting on the chair playing the part of the groom. I didn't actually fuck her, because I wanted her to be extra horny that night. But it was quite an act of will to restrain myself.

We ate a quick dinner, and I gave Suzi an hour to rest before driving her out to the party. Before going up to the house, I had her drink a glass of water with a little bit of aphrodisiac and some of the Pavlov drug. "Now, remember, slut, the groom gets to fuck you first, because it's his special night. After that, you have to allow yourself to be fucked by anyone who wants to."

"Suzi understands, master."

"Let's go, bitch."

"Yes, master."

I rang the doorbell, and was greeted by a young man holding a beer. I introduced myself as Suzi's manager. He told me he was the older brother of Jeff, the groom, and showed us to the cake. Suzi climbed inside, visibly nervous. I said some reassuring words before closing the cake. By the time she had to perform, she'd be horny from the drugs, and that would take care of her nerves.

Jeff's brother offered me a beer, which I accepted. I told him I'd wait out in the kitchen until the cake was brought out, and then I'd watch discreetly from the kitchen door. He shrugged and left me in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the cake was rolled out. I leaned against the frame of the kitchen door. The guys sat Jeff down on a chair facing the cake. The music started, and Suzi burst from the cake.

She had a sexy smile on her face as the started dancing. Sweeping around the room, she teased all the guys, licking her lips and occasionally grinding against their crotches, leaving them with various pieces of her flimsy outfit. After a few minutes, she danced over to Jeff and sat on his lap, straddling his legs and facing him, wearing only a bra, panties, and heels.

She slowed down, gyrating her torso in front of Jeff's wide eyes while the other men whooped and laughed. She waved her tits in front of his face. Judging by the bulge in his pants, Jeff was enjoying the show.

Slowly, sexily, Suzi untied her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her hard nipples. She waved them teasingly in front of Jeff's face, rubbing them gently with her fingers as she stared lustfully into his eyes. This drew more whoops from the other men in the room.

"So, handsome, you must be Jeff," Suzi said, in a deep, husky voice.

"Y-y-yes, ma'am," Jeff responded nervously.

"You're getting married, Jeff?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Tomorrow morning."

"Well, looks like little Suzi got to you just in time," she exclaimed, running a hand along his crotch. She looked away and winked playfully at the men, who laughed and cheered her on.

Suzi tossed the bra aside and moved her hands to her panties. Swaying her torso the the music, she untied the panties, exposing her wet cunt. Jeff stared in amazement. The panties still lay between her legs.

Suzi bunched the front of her panties up in her left hand, and the back in her right hand, and began to draw them slowly back and forth along her slit. She closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting her chest into Jeff's face, drawing even more cheers from the audience. Jeff was still staring at her pussy.

Suzi removed the soaked panties from between her legs and brought them to her mouth. She fixed Jeff with a sultry gaze as she parted her lips and sucked some of the juice out of the panties. She then moved the panties in front of Jeff's mouth and licked her lips. Jeff sucked hungrily on them. "Does it taste good, Jeff?" Suzi breathed.

Jeff let the panties out of his mouth and stammered. "Y-yes, ma'am!"

Suzi flung the panties aside. She leaned forward and plastered her lips against Jeff's, giving him a hard, passionate kiss. Jeff was startled at first, but responded quickly. Suzi rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and his chest with the other as she kissed him. After an eternity, she pulled away and looked at Jeff.

"So what's her name, Jeff?" she asked in a slutty voice.

"D-Donna," he replied.

"Well, from where I'm sitting," she moved her hand from his chest down to his crotch, softly rubbing the bulge she found there, "you're going to make Donna a pretty happy woman." This drew another loud chorus of hoots from the partiers.

Suzi took no notice, her attention focused on Jeff. "But before you go and do that, Jeff," she breathed, leaning closer and closer to him, "how about making Suzi happy?" With that, she kissed him again and began to unzip his pants.

Jeff made no move to stop her as Suzi freed his shaft. Still kissing him, she began to stroke his hard cock with her fingers, skillfully bringing him off. Suzi broke the kiss, and looked down hungrily at Jeff's cock. Jeff groaned in pleasure at her soft strokes, his rigid cock standing upright from his lap. A drop of juice fell from Suzi's pussy onto Jeff's pants. No doubt about it, the bitch was hot and ready, aching to have her cunt filled by Jeff's cock.

The other men had stopped cheering, and merely looked on in disbelief. Jeff's brother looked at me, as if asking what the hell was going on. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the action.

Suzi was moaning now, bouncing up and down on Jeff's lap, running her fingers up and down his hard shaft. "Yes," she murmured, "Suzi is going to be very happy with Jeff's hot, hard cock in her soft, wet cunt!" With that, she lifted herself up and moved herself forward, placing herself over Jeff's crotch. Jeff was in an aroused stupor, and had no reaction. Suzi placed the head of Jeff's cock at the opening of her pussy. With an aroused moan, she lowered herself onto it, impaling herself on his shaft. Jeff let out a cry of pleasure at the feel of her velvety cunt wrapped around his prick.

The faces around the room that had previously shown disbelief now took on expressions that were frankly stunned. They had been amazed that a stripper would kiss the groom and fondle his dick. But for her to actually fuck him -- this was clearly too much for them to handle.

Suzi wasn't paying attention to them, however. Her attention was fixed on the meat filling her pussy. I could see her stomach flex as her cunt muscles massaged Jeff's cock. He was delirious with pleasure. Suzi slowly began to move herself up and down on his shaft, fucking herself crazy. Her moans grew in volume as her cunt lips slid along his shaft.

Suddenly Jeff burst into action. Grasping Suzi tightly to him, he stood up from the chair. Suzi squealed in excitement as his sudden movement caused her to slide all the way down his shaft, completely filling her twat. Falling to his knees, Jeff lay Suzi down on the floor in front of him, never taking his cock from her pussy. He fell on top of her and quickly began to piston his cock in and out of Suzi.

Suzi went wild as he fucked her. She slammed her hips back against him with each stroke. Wrapping her legs around him, she dug her heels into his ass, trying to pull him as deeply as possible into her cunt. "Oh, yes! Suzi feels so lucky to have Jeff's hot, thick cock in her wet pussy! Fuck Suzi hard, Jeff! Fuck her hot, wet cunt!" Suzi pulled Jeff down on top of her, locking her lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss.

It wasn't long before Jeff came, spurting his come into Suzi's steamy pussy. Suzi came at the same time, her cunt muscles gripping his shaft in a viselike grip as her orgasm shook through her body. Jeff's come overflowed her cunt, dripping to the ground in thick, stringy wads. Jeff's orgasm subsided. He continued to respond to Suzi's kisses for a few moments, then pulled his cock out of her pussy and fell to one side, exhausted.

Still lying on the ground, her legs spread wide, with Jeff's come dripping from her open cunt, Suzi turned her head to look at the men, whose jaws were wide open. In a soft, teasing voice, she inquired, "Who's next, gentlemen?"

Suzi had a busy night. After she fucked Jeff, each of the other guys took a turn, usually two at once. Suzi would buck her hips frantically against one cock while eagerly slurping at another. Sometimes the men would come inside her. Other times, they would pull out and Suzi would jack them off until their sticky come spurted onto her face or tits.

By the time each of the guys had had a turn, Jeff had recuperated enough to respond to Suzi's provocations. She spent the next half-hour giving him the blowjob of his life. She would suck him a bit, pumping her head up and down on his shaft as he sat in the chair.

As he approached orgasm, she would let him out of her mouth, gently teasing him and allowing him to cool off a bit. Then she would suck him some more, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for thirty minutes, but never letting him go over.

By the end of this period, he was so sensitive that she couldn't suck him for more than four or five seconds at a stretch. When she was through playing with him, she held his shaft in her hand and asked him, "Now, Jeff, do you want to shoot your hot, sticky jism into Suzi's mouth, or into her soft pussy, or do you want to come all over her slutty face?"

"F-face," Jeff responded through the haze of his pleasure.

"Okay, handsome. Suzi will take your sticky come all over her face." With that, she plunged her mouth onto Jeff's cock and began sucking for all she was worth. Jeff's moans grew louder and louder as Suzi took faster and faster strokes. Just as he was about to come, she let his cock out of her mouth and pointed it at her face. Jeff's engorged cock shot spurt after spurt of Jism onto Suzi's face and into her hair. With her free hand, she collected what she could on her fingers and sucked it into her mouth, hungrily slurping it down. When Jeff was finished shooting his monstrous load, Suzi's body shook and she fell to the ground, writhing in orgasm from the come splattered on her, dripping in thick strings down her face.

She stumbled back up onto her knees and kissed Jeff's cock. "You're going to make Donna very happy with that, Jeff."

The guys then took another round with her, each fucking her cunt or her mouth.

One of them even did her ass while two others fucked her mouth and cunt, bringing Suzi to another explosive orgasm.

She was always eager for more, and the guys were always eager to provide. When everyone had taken their second fuck, and some had even had thirds, she gave Jeff another long ride in her pussy.

After that, no one had the energy to go at it again. I collected the money from Jeff's brother and Suzi and I left.

I had undercharged them by quite a bit, considering all that Suzi had done, but I was counting on this and the next several gigs to provide publicity.

After that, Suzi would be so popular that I'd be able to jack the price way up.

Suzi was quiet during the ride home. She had come six times that evening, her most intense performance ever.

She had been in slut mode through the whole thing, her deeply- ingrained training making her into a come-hungry sex kitten.

Now she was coming down, and Suzanne's old personality was reasserting itself. I heard her softly crying to herself. "Suzi," I told her, "you were a magnificent little slut tonight. You took on eight men two or three times each, giving them orgasms like they've never had before.”

“For the rest of their lives, they'll remember you as the best fuck they've ever had. Whenever they fuck their wives, or their girlfriends, they'll be thinking of Suzi the slut."

I'd been planning to let her rest during the ride, but I was horny as hell from watching her get fucked dozens of times at the party, and I didn't want to listen to this, so I decided to put her to work.

"Suck my cock, whore."

"Y-yes, master." Suzi choked back a sob. Like a well-trained animal, my little sex toy leaned over, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my hard cock.

After only a few second of sucking, she had gone back into slut mode, all her worries pushed out of her mind.

I smiled.

Suzanne's New Career Chapter 6 ========= Building Suzi's Body

A few days later, Suzi got another job; this time it was a birthday party. Once again, she burst from a cake and did a slow striptease, winding up on the lap of the birthday boy, rubbing his crotch and talking dirty. "Did you get a lot of presents for your birthday, Eric?"

"Y-y-yes."

Leaining close, "Suzi would like a present." Unzipping his pants, "Won't you give Suzi a big present?"

As before, all the other men could only stare, jaws agape, as Suzi proceeded to pull his cock out, stroke it to erection, and then fuck herself on it until creamy white come oozed from her cunt. They regained their composure, though, when she made herself available to them, and fucked her cunt, mouth, and ass with wild abandon. I watched the whole three-hour party. When we got home, I fucked her several times myself.

The news that a hot stripper was available for gang-banging spread quickly by word-of-mouth. A week later, Suzi was getting jobs every night. For the most part, the men at these parties were no longer surprised at what she would do; they had hired her specifically because she would do it, although her good looks didn't hurt.

Three weeks after her first performance at the bachelor party, Suzi was consistently booked solid two weeks in advance. I raised the price from $500 a night to $750 and then to $1000. Business showed no signs of slowing. At six gigs a week (I gave her Sunday night to rest; we didn't get many offers for that night anyway.) Suzi was earning me over $5000 a week. There were some expenses; the clothes Suzi had been wearing were left at the scene of each party as a souvenir.

Between getting royally fucked at each party and my personal use of her body at home, Suzi was orgasming an average of ten times a day. Her drug-trained body kept up admirably, her pussy always getting soaked for a cock and her mouth always eager to please. Always, she talked dirty to whoever was fucking her, because she knew that was the way to get the most come.

But only when she was aroused. And that was the kicker. When she wasn't aroused, she was still Suzanne, and Suzanne was sullen and withdrawn. She was still willing to have sex, because she knew that sex would bring Suzi out, and allow her to escape the misery that was her life.

And she never disobeyed me, in fear of what the consequences might be. (After all, I'd demonstrated them to her quite dramatically when she'd failed to have her ass lubricated. She knew the pain involved in a dry ass-fuck.) But in spite of her bitterness and despair, Suzanne persevered, and showed no signs of getting weaker.

I was frankly baffled by this. I'd expected the Suzanne personality to have died by now, sapped of its strength and its will to live by the continued slutty behavior of Suzi. But she hadn't. Her will to go living in this miserable existence should have long since died, crushed by the degradation she suffered daily. Somewhere she was finding the strength to go on. Something was giving her hope. What, though?

I had been this mystery for several weeks when I finally chanced upon the answer, while I was sitting in my study one Sunday evening after an after-dinner use of Suzi. I was trying to figure out exactly how much profit I'd made on her so far, which basically involved totalling up the expenses from all of our dates, including the drugs and clothes, and subtracting that number from the total income I'd made from the parties.

The problem was that little expenses that I'd forgotten about popped into my mind from time to time, and I'd have to redo the whole calculation, figuring them in. Like that telescope I'd had to buy to spy on her at the very beginning. Things like that.

One such item was all the clothing catalogs I'd bought before meeting her. Scouting reports, as I thought of them, ascertaining how much exposure she'd gotten, and who I'd have to bribe to keep her from getting hired. Utterly useless now that she was mine, but they were still an expense. I glanced up to where the catalogs were collecting dust on the bookshelf...

...and noticed something was wrong. Counting them, I realized one of them was missing. I couldn't tell which one, but I knew one of them was gone.

Where? If Suzanne had taken it, where would she have put it? The sounds of a porn video were coming from Suzi's training room, so I knew she was in there studying. Quietly I walked down the hall to the bedroom and began to search Suzi's things.

It was slow going, because I was being careful not to disturb anything permanently. I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted her to know I was onto her, so I tried as best I could to leave things as I found them. An hour and a half later, after combing her closet and most of her makeup table, I finally found what I was looking for.

Hidden under the lining paper at the bottom of one of the drawers in the makeup cabinet was a catalog from a local department store from over a year ago. I picked it up and opened it. It fell open by itself to a page in the middle, clearly having been opened to this page many times before.

The page was dominated by a large photograph of a suburban kitchen. Sitting at the table was a handsome man in business clothes, wearing a tie and slacks. Two children, a boy and a girl, were running out the front door, lunchboxes in hand, waving to their mother, a strikingly beautiful woman in stylish business clothes that made her look competent and self-assured, yet very sexy. It was Suzanne.

I hadn't even realized that it was her until that moment. I'd bought the catalog because of some swimsuit modeling she'd done in another section, and never given a second look at this picture. What did this mean?

It meant she still thought she could get away. She hoped that someday she could give me the slip, and escape to the outside world, find her Romeo and live happily ever after, or something like that. Maybe continue her career as a model. But that couldn't happen, I thought... she needed the sex. She was addicted to it, and I was the only one who could give it to her.

The realization hit me suddenly. I wasn't the only one! God, I'd been so stupid. At first, sure, when I'd been using the orgasm drug and only fucking her myself, sure, _then_ I had been the only one who could give her what she needed. But since then, I'd trained her to enjoy having sex with other men, any men, and without the drug. Now, if she left me, she could easily find someone else to give her the regular fucking she needed. Sure, she had this thing about talking dirty during sex, but most men would like that. (After all, that was why I'd taught her to do it.) And she'd be in pain trying to walk without heels, but some physical therapy could take care of that. I'd turned her into a genuine slut, and had thus made myself vulnerable. Maybe none of this had occurred to her. Maybe she'd stolen the catalog for some other, more trivial reason. But I had no way of knowing, short of confronting her, and I didn't want to do that. I had to assume the worst, that she was planning to escape, waiting for her chance.

The thing to do, then, was cut off her escape route. Trap her in her new life as a slut, with nowhere else to run to. And I knew just how to do it. It would involve doing certain things earlier than I'd originally planned, but nothing I hadn't already planned on doing and budgeted for. It was quite simple, really. Up until now, Suzi and Suzanne had been fighting for control of Suzanne's body.

It was time to build a body for Suzi. The body of a slut.

The next morning, after giving Suzi her usual after-breakfast fucking, I announced that we were going to visit the doctor. Suzi was curious as to why. (Since I'd just fucked her, it actually was eager, slutty Suzi I was talking to, not depressed, unhappy, Suzanne.) I told her that I'd tell her in the car, and to hurry up and get dressed.

I'd laid out a new set of clothes for her, some that I'd bought late the night before. The amazing thing about them was that they were perfectly ordinary women's clothes, of the sort that a young, middle-class wife might wear on the weekend, when going shopping. Aside from the extreme length of the heels on the pumps, there was nothing at all unusual about them.

Suzi came out of the bedroom wearing them, looking quite confused. She hadn't worn clothes like these in months! I ushered her out the door to the car, giving her clitoris a quick rub to keep her excitement up. It was important that the eager, cooperative Suzi be in charge this morning.

As we drove, I had Suzi take periodic sips from a flask of water I had in the car. The water had been treated with the aphrodisiac. I had her drink it slowly over the course of the ride because I would need to have Suzi available for quite awhile.

"Now, then, slut," I explained, "you want to know where we're going?"

"Yes, Master, please. Suzi wants to know why she's going to see the doctor. Will Suzi get to fuck the doctor?"

I laughed. "If you're a good little slut. You want to be a good little slut, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, master! Suzi tries hard to be the best slut she can be!"

I fought to keep from getting turned on. Every time I heard that eager, peppy voice talk about how much she craved sex, I got an urge to nail her. Which was generally what she wanted. But I couldn't do it this morning. We had an appointment to keep. "You've been watching those other sluts on the videos I got, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes. They get fucked a lot. Suzi wants to be as slutty as them." She ended the sentence on a dejected note, unhappy with her lack of success. "Suzi tries as hard as she can, but she still doesn't get as much come as they do."

She was damn-well wrong about that, but I didn't point it out to her. It was useful for her to think that. "Well, you are trying very hard, slave, but trying hard can only get you so far."

She looked at me questioningly. It occurred to me that Suzi was substantially less intelligent than Suzanne. An unexpected effect, but certainly one I welcomed. Suzanne would've figured out what was going on by now. I went on. "Some of those sluts in the videos have advantages over you - things that really aren't your fault."

She frowned, looking sad, but curious. "Are they prettier than Suzi?"

"No, they really aren't. You're a lot prettier than they are." Which was true. Most porn actresses couldn't hold a candle to Suzi in the looks department, and only a few were even close to being as pretty as she was. "It's something else. It's your tits."

Her face took on a hurt look. "Suzi's tits are too small?" She looked down at her boobs, pushing at the fabric of her dress, and caressed them curiously.

"Yes, my pretty little slut, but we can do something about it."

She thought for a moment, then suddenly perked up. "Is that why we're going to the doctor? To get Suzi bigger tits?" She looked at me, her face begging me to say it was so.

"Yes, Suzi, we're going to get you bigger tits."

"Oh, goody!" she squealed. "Suzi wants bigger tits so that she can squeeze them around her master's cock and get lots of hot, sticky jism all over her face."

"You'll get it, Suzi, but today we're just going to talk to the doctor. And there are certain rules you need to follow..."

After most of an hour's drive, we arrived at a suburban office building. As we went inside, I whispered to Suzi, "Now, remember, agree to everything I say."

"Yes, master," she whispered, excited.

We took the elevator up to the office of a Dr. J. P. Green, plastic surgeon. I'd done some careful research on this guy. Green had given boob jobs to several popular porn actresses. I'd picked up as many videos featuring these women as I could find, from both before and after their operations. So far as I could tell, he'd done an excellent job every time.

I checked us in with the receptionist and we sat down to wait. I leafed through a advertising brochure full of "before" and "after" pictures. Suzi sat quietly next to me, smiling to herself and occasionally rubbing one of her nipples through her dress.

After about ten minutes, the doctor came out, greeted us, and showed us into his office. "What can I do for you two this morning?"

"Well, Dr. Green, Suzi thinks her breasts are too small, and she's looking into getting some implants." Thanks to a name change filed in court by mail a few weeks ago, Suzi's name was official.

"All right. Let me show you what the options are." For the next half hour, we looked through several books, as Dr. Green explained in detail what was available, and in what sizes. I did all the talking, and asking of questions; Suzi merely nodded and occasionally gave monosylabbic sounds of agreement. This didn't seem to bother the doctor one bit.

After the fourth book of samples, I realized I wasn't going to find what I wanted in any of the standard offerings, so I took the initiative. "Doctor, can you do something a bit unusual?"

"What did you have in mind?"

I took a pad of paper and a pen from his desk and drew a quick sketch of what I wanted, explaining as I went.

When I was finished, Dr. Green picked up the paper and leaned back in his chair, looking at it thoughtfully. "This is going to cost a bit extra," he said at last.

"How much?"

"Twenty-five thousand dollars."

"Do you take personal checks?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

The doctor smiled as I wrote out the check. He had Suzi sign some forms. "Now we need to schedule a surgery date. I have an opening three weeks from Tuesday..."

"Tomorrow," I said.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. The..."

"Are you performing surgery tomorrow?"

"Well, yes, but this lady's been waiting for a month. I can't just..."

"Reschedule it," I told him, handing him another check for twenty- five thousand dollars.

He looked at the check, eyes wide, then looked back at me and shrugged. "Okay. I've got some time scheduled at the hospital downtown. Come by at 8 a.m. This is going to take all day. I'll have to build the implants tonight."

"We'll be there," I said as we walked out the door. I wasn't pleased about having to spend so much money to get the operation done quickly, but I really had no choice. Suzi was excited about the operation, but Suzanne would see it for what it was, a move toward imprisoning her in a slut's body.

With tits like the ones she was going to have after tomorrow, her chances of getting a conventional modeling job would be slim to none. If I'd agreed to wait three weeks for the operation, Suzanne would have had more than enough time to make an escape attempt, and the forthcoming operation would give her plenty of motivation to do so.

With less than twenty-four hours to wait, though, I would have no trouble keeping her under control. Twenty-five thousand dollars wasn't much to spend to protect what I'd already invested in my whore.

Suzi could barely contain her excitement as we walked out to the car. "Suzi's going to have big, slutty tits!" she exclaimed, running her hands all over her nipples.

"Yes, you are, bitch," I replied, getting into the car.

Suzi got in on the other side. "Suzi's sluttly little cunt is so excited!"

I could stand it no longer. "Get in the back seat, slut," I commanded.

"Yes, master!" she squealed, climbing into the back. "Is Suzi's master going to stick his thick, hard cock up Suzi's hot, juicy pussy?"

"You bet I am, whore!" I exclaimed, scrambling after her. "On your back!" Suzi lay on her back on the car seat, her legs spread and her heels planted firly on the car ceiling. She pulled her skirt up and closed her eyes expectantly.

Wasting no time, I unzipped my pants. My rock-hard cock sprang free, pointing at Suzi's dripping snatch. I moved my body between my slut's legs and rammed my stiff cock into her cunt. Suzi responded in her usual enthusiastic way, bucking her hips at me as she squeezed my cock with her cunt, moaning with pleasure all the while. "Oh, fuck Suzi, master. Slam your hard cock deep into your whore's pussy. This cock-craving bitch needs your come so bad... Yes! Shoot your jism into Suzi's cunt!"

Suzi's dirty talk pushed me over the edge. My cock throbbed as I shot my load into my eager little slut. She screamed as she came to her own orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming her as her cunt gripped my cock tightly, milking every last drop of come.

For the rest of the day, I kept Suzi as busy - and aroused - as possible. I'd cancelled her engagements for that night, and the next two, in order to give her plenty of rest for the surgery, as well as to make sure I got a good amount of use out of her new tits before they were made available to the general public. Since she wasn't going to get gang-banged that night, I had to keep a close eye on her in order to make sure that Suzanne wouldn't try to escape before the operation tomorrow.

I stayed near her all afternoon, coaching her while she practiced dancing. A couple days earlier, I had moved her up from five- inch heels to six-inch, and she was having some trouble learning to balance on the new shoes. The shame of it was that the progress she'd made since starting in the new heels was going to get wiped out by her operation.

Her new breasts would shift her center of balance and force her to start all over again. No doubt a depressing experience for her.

But since it was Suzanne, and not Suzi, who had put in all the effort learning to balance on the heels in the first place, I was more than happy to have all that effort wiped out. Maybe the bitch would go away after the operation.

After dinner, I gave her the usual after-dinner reaming, bringing her no end of enjoyment as she came to another screaming orgasm impaled on my cock. I stayed with her in the evening as she watched her nightly movie, tweaking her nipples or rubbing her clit occasionally to keep Suzi in charge. We went to bed early, and she fell asleep after I'd used her twice.

I woke her up early the next morning, keeping her aroused as we got ready to go to the doctor. Suzi again put on the flowery dress. I had her tie her hair in a bun and leave off the makeup. She was confused, but obeyed nonetheless. After a light breakfast, with enough of the aphrodisiac in Suzi's orange juice to keep her aroused until the operation started, we drove to the hospital. Sui was quite excited, bouncing up and down the whole way, begging me to fuck her. Only when we had finally parked did I allow her to give me a blowjob. She dived in with her usual enthusiasm, and I shot my wad down her throat as she smiled contentedly.

Dr. Green greeted us at the door, and showed Suzi into the prep room. I was allowed to stay with her while she was being anaesthetized. She lay there, looking up at me, with the facemask covering her nose and mouth. Her eyes slowly narrowed as the anaesthetic took effect. As she slipped into unconcsciousness, I saw in her eyes not the worshipful, puppylike adoration of Suzi, but the cold bitterness of Suzanne. Hatred burned in those eyes as she stared at me. Slowly, they closed and she fell asleep.

I spent most of the rest of the day pacing in the waiting room. I grabbed lunch at a fast-food joint in the hospital basement. Finally, late in the afternoon, Dr. Green came out. "It's done. She's in the recovery room. You can go see her if you want. I've got to clean up, so I'll meet you there in half an hour." He gave me the room number and left.

I rushed eagerly to the recovery room and stormed inside, closing the door behind me. Suzi lay sleeping on the bed, a white sheet draped over her form. Eagerly, I pulled the sheet off of her chest. It was amazing.

Suzi's small, pert chest had expanded like a pair of balloons. Where before there had been two firm little breasts there now stood a pair of mammoth globes of flesh. Suzi's new tits stood firmly out from her body, begging for attention. But her nipples were mouthwatering. Her areolas stood further out from the flesh of her tits, pointing at the ceiling. Atop these brown cones stood erect nipples, fully a quarter inch in diameter.

Standard breast implants are designed to create volume, not projection. I wanted both. The design Dr. Green and I had come up with used two implants for each breast. A normal spherical implant gave volume, making Suzi's tits round and firm. On top of this stood a smaller implant, which pushed the areola into a conical shape and thrust the nipples outward. The overall effect was a pair of breasts designed for fucking and sucking. They were quite obviously artificial, as was fitting for the tits of a slut.

I reached out and rubbed one of the nipples, rolling it between my fingers. Suzi moaned in her sleep. Bending over, I ran my tongue aroundit, simultaneously playing with her other nipple. God, it was so delicious.

Suzi woke and looked at me, and then at her chest. She squealed in delight. "Oh, Suzi's tits are so big! Now Suzi can be a real slut!"

My jeans were threatening to burst. Moving quickly, I opened the bag I had carried in with me and pulled out a pair of Suzi's fire- engine red six-inch heels. I slipped them quickly over her feet, covering them with the hospital blanket.

She would need those later, and besides, she might have a hard time enjoying sex without them. Returning to the head of the bed, I unzipped my pants and thrust my cock into Suzi's face. "Suck your master's cock, slut, and I'll fuck your new tits."

Suzi eagerly took me into her mouth, running her tongue around my cock with a new eagerness. She gripped my shaft with one hand as her lips slid up and down its length. With her free hand, she rubbed one of her tits, moaning softly to herself.

I was hard in no time, and eagerly swung myself up on to the bed, sitting astride her stomach and laying my cock in the deep furrow between Suzi's boobs. Her hands went to her tits and she squeezed them around my cock, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She squealed in pleasure as I slowly began to slide my lubricated cock back and forth between her tits. Suzi continued massaging my cock with her boobs, giving my cockhead a tickle with her tongue every time it thrust toward her mouth.

I concentrated on fucking her tits as I thought about what I'd accomplished. Suzi had had been acting like a slut for nearly a year now, almost since I'd met her. She had been dressing like a slut for most of that time, as well. And she'd been talking like a slut ever since she'd moved in about a month and a half ago. But up until the operation, it could have all been an act. Now it was real. Now she had the body of a slut. And there was no way Suzanne could escape that.

I fucked Suzi's tits as hard as I could, slamming my cock in and out of the tight canyon between them. Suzi moaned louder and louder as her orgasm built.

My cock exploded with pressure, and sticky strings of come shot from its tip onto Suzi's lust-filled face. The familiar taste and feel of my come sent her over the edge into an intense orgasm.

She tried to gather as much of it up as possible and swallow it, but inevitably some of it dribbled into her hair. After I had recovered from my orgasm, I got off the bed and wiped off her face with some paper towels. She looked at me adoringly. "Can Suzi be as good a slut as the whores in the videos now?" she asked.

"Even better," I responded, smiling and continuing to wipe my come off her face. Just as I was finishing, Dr. Green came in.

"Well, everything looks fine. Suzi, you can go tonight, if you'd like."

"Yes, please," Suzanne responded.

"Thank you doctor," I said, "You did a great job." Green shrugged modestly at this. I turned to Suzi. "Suzi, why don't you thank Dr. Green, okay?"

Suzi smiled happily. Without a word, she got up from the bed, exposing her naked body, and strode across the room. Her heels clicked on the floor as her ass swayed from side to side. Her new tits jiggled slightly with the walk. Green's jaw dropped.

Suzi stopped in front of him and sunk to a crouch in front of his pants. Deftly unzipping his fly, she pulled out his soft, but rapidly hardening cock. "Oooooh, Dr. Green, can Suzi suck your cock?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with a pleading expression.

"G-go ahead.," he responded. Suzi wasted no time wrapping her lips around Dr. Green's shaft.

"I'll be in the waiting room," I announced. "Have her back to me in half an hour, okay, doc?"

Suzanne's New Career Chapter 7 ========= The Finishing Touch

Suzi came out to the waiting room and rejoined me half an hour later, a trickle of semen running down her leg. Good, I thought. Dr. Green deserved that for the quality of the work he'd done.

For the next three days I fucked Suzi silly, making as much use as I could of her mouth, cunt, ass, and especially her tits, even when I wasn't fucking them. When I reamed her cunt from behind, I would always reach underneath her and cup her breasts, savoring the feeling of their full roundness in my hands, tweaking and rubbing the always-erect nipples.

Suzi loved her new tits even more than I did. The implants had stretched the skin on her chest quite a bit, and that, combined with the areola implants, made her nipples extremely sensitive. Whenever she got a chance, she would pop one nipple out of whatever clothes she was wearing at the time and play with it absentmindedly, softly moaning to herself as she did so.

The most amazing effect, though, had to do with her clothing. Even after I bought her some new clothes for her new body, it was still a tight fit to keep her tits inside anything. As a result, her already sensitive nipples were under enormous pressure as her clothing strained to contain her boobs. I had worried at first that this might be a painful experience.

It turned out, though, that the tight squeeze of her clothes on her nipples actually had an arousing effect. It couldn't bring her to orgasm by itself, but it was enough to keep her mildly horny most of the day.

Suzi enjoyed wearing tight clothes, because these created the most pressure on her tits. One extremely benificial side effect of this whole thing was that the constant stimulation meant that the slutty half of her personality was more often in control.

In fact, the Suzanne half of her personality almost completely disappeared from view, generally appearing only in the morning right sfter she'd woken up or late at night when she was undressing to go to bed. When I did see her, she was even more morose than usual.

After her three-day vacation was up, I returned Suzi to the gang- bang circuit. She was more popular than ever at bachelor parties and casual celebrations. I raised the price to $1500 and she was still booked solid weeks in advance. My investment was really starting to pay off.

After a month or so, I auditioned Suzi for an appearance at a local strip bar, the California. She was well-practiced by now, and I knew she'd get the gig rather easily. Just to be sure, though, I cleared her engagements the two nights before the audition, so she'd be well-rested and extra horny.

The afternoon of the audition came. Suzi performed flawlessy for an audience of half a dozen people -- the manager, a few employess preparing for the night's business, and myself. At the end of the routine, Suzi lay in a breathtaking pose across a chair, her back arched, massive tits thrust skyward, pussy exposed and wet, and a seductive smile on her face. The manager jumped to his feet and applauded.

I took him back to the dressing room to meet Suzi. "Lenny, I'd like you to meet Suzi. Suzi, this is Mr. Hargraves, the manager of the bar,"

"My pleasure," Lenny said politely, holding his hand out to shake. Suzi ignored his greeting and fell to her knees in front of him, her hands busily unzipping his pants. Lenny looked at me questioningly. I shrugged. Suzi extracted his hard cock from the confines of his pants and looked at it eagerly.

"Ohhhh, it's so big, Mr. Hargraves," Suzi squealed. "Suzi wants it. Can Suzi please suck on your hard cock?"

Lenny looked at me in amazement. I shrugged again. "It's her way of introducing herself," I said matter-of-factly. "She really likes it."

Lenny looked back down at Suzi, who was looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Yes, go ahead, Suzi, suck my cock."

Suzi took Lenny's dick into her mouth and began sucking it, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. She hadn't been lying when she said it was big, either. It was over nine inches long, probably the biggest cock she'd ever seen. But she was still able to deep-throat him. When she took him all the way down, her lips touched his pubic hair. Her tongue would dart out and tickle his balls from time to time.

After a few minutes of this, Lenny was on the verge of coming. Suzi took her mouth off his shaft and held it in her hand, stroking it gently, holding him on the brink of orgasm. Lenny was in a daze.

"Now, then, Lenny, I want $500 a night for Suzi to perform here," I stated, as though this was a perfectly normal situation in which to discuss business.

Lenny was riding high from Suzi's blowjob, but he wasn't out of his mind enough not to argue. "N-no way. T-two-fifty, tops." Suzi continued to stroke his cock, tantalizing him.

"If you want to come in that pretty little mouth, Lenny, I suggest you agree to my offer," I responded. We stood there in silence for a moment, Lenny muttering to himself while Suzi gently rubbed his erect prick.

"All right," he said at last, "F-four hundred. But that's as h-h-high as I go."

I decided to put my golden chip on the table. "Five hundred, Lenny, and you get to fuck Suzi every night she appears."

Suzi squealed in delight at this. "Oh, please, Mr. Hargraves, Suzi wants to have her tight, wet pussy filled with your big, hard cock before she dances. Please, please, please! Suzi wants to be fucked!" I'd rehearsed this with her before the audition, but I could see by the gleam in her eye that her excitement was genuine. She really was eager for the chance to get this large prick in her cunt on a regular basis.

Real or faked, Suzi's words were enough to send Lenny over the edge. "Okay, it's a d-deal. Five hundred."

"Thank you, Mr. Hargraves. A pleasure doing business with you. Go ahead, Suzi."

Suzi immediately pounced on his cock, sucking hard. Within fifteen seconds, Lenny was coming. Some of his jism escaped from Suzi's mouth and rolled down her chin. She shook in orgasm.

"Th-that was unbelieveable," Lenny muttered.

Lenny and I spent the next fifteen minutes ironing out the details of the contract. Suzi was to appear every Thursday as the featured performer, doing four half-hour shows starting every two hours from six in the evening to midnight. She would have her own private dressing room for the night, to relax between shows. As her manager, I would be paid $500 per night, in addition to whatever tips Suzi earned while dancing. And Lenny would get to fuck her each night before her first show.

The contract would last for three months, after which we could renegotiate. The whole time we were discussing these matters, Suzi had been stroking Lenny's cock, bringing him back to erection.

"Well," I said, "it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Lenny. I'm going to go out to the bar and have a drink. Why don't you two get to know each other a little better?" With that, I walked out the door of the dressing room, closing it behind me.

I returned fifteen minutes later to find Suzi sitting on the edge of the makeup table, her legs draped over Lenny's shoulders, and her glistening cunt filled with Lenny's thick meat. "Yes, Mr. Hargraves, yes!" Suzi yelled in her squeaky new voice. "Fuck Suzi's hot, went cunt with your hard cock! Oh, that feels so good! Fuck Suzi!"

Lenny was going at it as hard as he could. Soon, between Suzi's exhortations and the invigorating massage her cunt was giving his prick, Lenny came. His sticky white come flowed out of the corners of Suzi's cunt, dripping onto the table. Suzi's dirty talk turned into unintelligible groans as she came herself. Lenny collapsed into a chair, exhausted. "You are some incredible fuck, Suzi!"

I collected Suzi and we left. The whole scene had gotten me so excited that before we got into my car to leave, I fucked her on the hood, in broad daylight. Suzi, of course, was as eager as ever.

What a fabulous little slut I had. A couple days later, Suzi made her debut performance. The crowd whooped and hollered as she strode onto the stage in her "candy" outfit, supplemented by a red-and-white jacket. She pranced around on her heels to the tune of "I Know What Boys Like" for awhile, slowly removing the jacket, skirt, and top. Each step in undressing was greeted by a roar of applause and hooting from the male audience. The crowd went wild when she began removing her black lace underwear, cupping her breasts and teasing her pussy. She finished the routine draped across the chair, wearing nothing but the striped socks, the heels, the polka- dot gloves, and the bow in her hair. Her breasts heaved and her cunt glistened with wetness.

I rushed backstage to meet her. I hurried into her to her dressing room and closed the door. "That was fantastic, slut. Now suck my cock." Suzi pulled my raging hard-on out of my pants and eagerly serviced it. When I was good and hard, I removed my cock from her mouth, lay her on her back, and fucked her brains out. "Yes, yes! Suzi's cunt is so hot and wet from dancing, and her master's cock feels so good filling it up! Fuck your slutty little whore, master, give it to your bitch!" I exploded in her cunt, my hot jism filling her up.

After I was done, I gave her a minute to recover and then went out into the hall, closing the door behind me. A crowd of men were standing outside, all eager to get in and talk to Suzi. "One at a time, gentlemen, one at a time!" I yelled. "Five dollars to talk to Suzi for five minutes." This dissuaded some of them, but not many. I grabbed the first bill held in front of me, and ushered the lucky holder inside, closing the door behing us.

Inside stood Suzi, still in a state of undress. Her breasts moved gently up and down as she breathed. The guy I had brought in, who looked to be in his early twenties, looked at her and lost his cool. "Uh... c-could I have your autograph, ma'am?"

Suzi smiled and took the paper and pen he held out. She signed the paper with a big "Suzi" and handed them back.

"Gee, th-thanks. You were really g-great out..." he began, but was cut off by Suzi's hands on his crotch. She crouched in front of him, fingers deftly unzipping his fly. His erect cock sprung up into her face.

Suzi looked up at him. "Can Suzi suck your cock?" He was stunned, and made no reply, just staring at her pleading face. "Please? Suzi wants your hard cock in her mouth so bad."

"O-okay," he stammered.

Suzi gave him a blowjob, bringing him quickly and skillfully to orgasm. He came in her mouth, his knees shaking. Suzi eagerly swallowed his come. When he was done, I led him back outside and closed the door.

The crowd outside saw the dazed look on his face. He was bombarded with questions from people who wanted to know what had happened. Slowly, they figured it out and began clamoring even more fervently to see Suzi. Taking advantage of the increase in demand, I jacked up the price. "The price is now fifty dollars for five minutes." The crowd barely let up. Wads of cash were thrust into my face.

I started cycling guys in to see Suzi. I always stayed inside the whole time. Sometimes they chose to have a blowjob, sometimes they wanted to fuck her. Either way, Suzi was able to quickly bring them off, despite the fact that many of them had already come once jacking off to her performance on stage.

After ten guys had made use of her, and I was $500 richer, I cut it short to give Suzi time to rest. Her next show started half an hour later, and was recieved every bit as warmly as the first. I jacked the price of five minutes with Suzi up to $60 after that one, and $75 after her 10:00 show. Each time I got ten guys in and out of Suzi's dressing room in under an hour. All of them left very happy.

After making another $750 selling her body after the midnight show, I shut down and collected my money from Lenny. I let him make use of Suzi one more time before we left. Between the normal payment for the performance and the money I raked in charging admission, I cleared over $3000 that night. No doubt about it, this slut was going to make me a lot of money.

Later that week I decided to spend some of that money to finish the construction of Suzi's body, so I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Green for an afternoon. I told him to be ready to perform a few non-surgical procedures on Suzi. He balked at first, but acquiesced after I reminded him how much I'd paid him last time, and made it clear I was willing to repeat that if he was cooperative.

Dr. Green greeted us warmly at the door of his office. Suzi gave him a hug and a deep, lustful kiss, quickly squeezing his crotch with her hand for emphasis. Green moaned at her touch.

Green showed Suzi to a deep, comfortable dentist's chair and began dosing her mouth with novocain while I explained what I was after. Dr. Green had realized after Suzi's last bit of surgery that I was the one in charge, and so I didn't bother with the charade of pretending that Suzi was getting this done on her own initiative.

While Suzi was getting gassed up, Dr. Green and I discussed exactly what I wanted, what effect I was trying to achieve. Green asked a few questions and made a few suggestions, and between the two of us we settled on what he was going to do.

After we had reached an agreement, I shook Green's hand and left the office, allowing him to work undisturbed. I spent the afternoon at a few beauty-supply stores, picking up some things Suzi would need later on. I returned to the clinic late that afternoon. Dr. Green came out to the waiting room to meet me, and showed me back into the room where Suzi lay on the chair.

Suzi's face was nothing short of a work of art. Previously, her eyebrows had been thick and blonde. Now, thanks to some skilled electrolysis work on Dr. Green's part, as well as some black dye, they had been reduced to two dark lines over her eyes, starting at almost their previous thickness on the inside and tapering to nothing as they arched ever so slightly above her eyes.

The eyes themselves were different, as well. Suzanne's eyes had always been big and bright, wide open. Dr. Green had applied a soothing cream to the skin of her eyelids, causing the muscles in them to relax. As a result, her eyelids were incapable of opening fully, fixing her face with a cheap, whorish look.

Green's crowning achievement was her lips. He had given her a pair of collagen injections, causing her lips to expand. They were now fixed in a permanent pout, forever hungry for cock. Green had created a masterpiece, the face of a true slut. I stroked her forehead gently as Suzi gazed up at me adoringly.

I noticed Green had a bulge in his pants. I was horny, too, but decided to save mine until just a little later. So I wrote Green a check for twenty thousand dollars and handed it to him. "Now, Suzi, how do we say thanks to the doctor?" I asked.

After we got home, I ushered Suzi into the shower and told her to wash her hair. She seemed a bit puzzled by this request, but as usual, she obeyed without question. When she got out, I had her towel her hair half dry and sit down in front of the mirror. I pulled a box of hair bleach out of the bag and handed it to her. "Put this in your hair. I want you to rub it in really well, and get it all over your hair. Then I want you sit here until I get back. You can play with yourself, but don't come. Got it?"

"Yes, master." Suzi, intrigued, opened the box and removed a small bottle. I left her to her work.

Half an hour later, I returned to find Suzi sitting patiently in front of the mirror. Her hair was well-soaked with the solution, and she was playing idly with her left nipple, a smile of pleasure on her face. The room stank to high heaven of hydrogen peroxide. Her hair looked faintly lighter, but it was difficult to tell, since it was wet. I instructed Suzi to rinse her hair well and then wash it again, dry it, and style it as usual. Then she was to come out to the living room.

She emerged an hour later, and I was awestruck. Her hair, formerly a honey blonde, was now a bright platinum shade, and fell over her shoulders in lustrous waves. Her fat, pouting lips shone a bright, shiny pink.

Large plastic hoops dangled from her ears. Her breasts strained against a black mesh bodysuit, and her six-inch spiked heels glistened as they clacked across the floor. She had long been the perfect slut, and now she had the perfect body to match.

I sat up and looked at her. "Come here and suck my cock, slut," I commanded.

"Yes, master," she responded, walking over to me, heels clicking on the floor, ass swaying as she walked, tits bouncing ever so slightly inside the mesh. Glossy pink fingernails glistened as she deftly unzipped my fly, freeing my erection. Suzi eagerly wrapped her shiny, pouting lips around shaft and began to pump it in and out of her mouth. I grabbed the neckline of the bodysuit and pulled it down below her tits. Slowly, I fondled her nipples, giving them an occasional squeeze.

It was wonderful. My sex toy was now complete. Suzanne was imprisoned, trapped in a body designed for one purpose - to be fucked. The lips caressing my cock were those of a slut, and that was what she would be, forever. She had no choice anymore.

I felt myself about to come. "I'm going to come on your face, slut." My bleach-blonde bitch let my cock slowly out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. Gently, her fingers stroked it, fueling my orgasm. I came explosively, my jism squirting all over her upturned face. As she had countless times in the past, Suzi ran her fingers across her face, wiping up all she could and bringing it to her mouth. I smiled. I had done it.

Suzi was a phenomenal success at The California, and soon got several more job offers from other strip clubs in the area. Soon she was performing weekly at a total of four clubs. These ranged from a bar geared toward college students, where she typically pulled in $2500 a night, up to a pricey executive club, where I sold her time at $200 for ten minutes (I knew that older men would want a more relaxed fuck) and raked in a total of $6000 per night.

She continued to service private parties two nights each week. I raised the price for private appearances to $2000 and she was still booked solid. I could easily have raised the price on these to $5000 and had no trouble finding clients. Doing that, however, would mean that most of her customers would be older men, who were less frisky and less imaginative about their sex, and I wanted to make sure Suzi got as much use as possible, in as many ways as possible. And it's not like I was desperate for the money anyway. Suzi was earning me close to $20,000 a week as it was. The remaining night I reserved her for myself. Beacuse of her constant engagements, I was getting less and less time to fuck her, and I needed a full day to make up for it. Typically I would spend six solid hours on these days using my bitch every way I could. It was on one of these nights that I saw Suzanne for the last time.

I had eaten dinner and fucked Suzi just an hour earlier, and already I was horny again. Normally I gave her a couple hours alone in the living room to watch one of her porn movies, but something was stirring in me, and I really felt like using my bitch.

So I went out to the living room, expecting to find her lying on the couch watching a movie. But she wasn't there. I checked the kitchen, the dining room, and her practice room, and still couldn't find her. I went into the bedroom and checked around. Still no sign. I was starting to get worried when I heard a soft noise from the bathroom.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened. It was the sound of crying, a gentle sobbing noise, as though she was trying to keep from crying, but failing. Slowly, I pushed the door open.

Suzi stood inside, looking at herself in the mirror, crying softly. Her face was red, and tears rolled down her cheeks. One hand rested on the counter, and the other held the catalog.

The catalog. I'd forgotten about it. I'd left it in the drawer of her vanity after I'd discovered it, so as not to tip her off that I'd found it, and after that I'd forgotten it.

I walked up behind her. She noticed me, but didn't react, just stood there, crying. I looked down at the catalog in her hand. It was open to the page with the picture of the happy young family. Here and there the page was wet with tears.

"That's over, Suzanne," I said softly, calling her by that name for the first time in several months. "You can't go back to that anymore." I said softly.

"Let me go," she said, surprisingly calmly.

I laughed. "Go where? What would you do?"

"I... I had a job... before..."

I laughed again, even louder. Grasping the catalog, I thrust it into her face. "Look at the woman in this picture. Look at her! Now look in the mirror!"

I grabbed her body and turned her to face the mirror. "You can't be a model anymore. Do you think anyone would hire you, looking like this?"

She started to cry again.

I pressed on. "All you can be now, with that body, is a slut. Don't try to be Suzanne. Just let yourself be Suzi. Suzi enjoys being a slut. Why fight it?"

Her response was barely a whisper. "You bastard."

Once more I laughed. "Come on, now, that's no way to talk to the man who showed you how to enjoy yourself, is it?"

She turned and screamed at me. "You forced me into this, you fucker! You gave me those drugs and manipulated me into becoming what you wanted! You turned me into..." She broke off and looked into the mirror, crying again.

"A slut?" I asked. "Suzanne, I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do." "Do you think I wanted to look like... like this?" she screamed. "Like some sort of whore?"

"Deep inside, you've always wanted to be a whore. You just needed me to show you the way."

"That's not true!"

"Do you really think I could have made you do something you didn't really, deep inside, want to do?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!"

"Suck my cock," I commanded.

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. Suck my cock."

She stopped screaming. "N-no. I... I won't."

"Suck my cock, bitch."

Color rushed to her cheeks. "N-no. Never... never."

"Suck my cock, you cheap little slut."

"Ohhhhhh..." With a moan of almost orgasmic release, she bent down to kneel in front of me.

Frantically unzipping my pants, she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking on it, pumping it back and forth between her thick red lips.

"Good slut," I said, patting her on the head. "Good little slut."

Epilogue ========

I watched from my chair as Suzi's head pumped up and down on the thick cock in her mouth. Her luscious red lips slid back and forth along its length, almost closing at one end of each stroke, and nuzzling Jimmy's balls at the other end. Jimmy's hand rested on one side of her head, guiding her along his meaty prick.

Suzi's popularity continued to grow. Soon she was making me fourty thousand dollars a week. Men were willing to pay outrageous amounts of money just for a chance to nail the blonde cream-dream who would fuck anyone that asked.

Naturally, the offers came in from the porno industry, first the magazines, and soon the movie companies. Suzi made several appearances in soft-core porn magazines, the type that printed eight or ten pages of pictures of her spreading her cunt and fondling her tits, along with some made-up quotes about how much she loved to suck dick, or get her pussy pounded. She was probably the only woman ever to appear in those magazines for whom the quotes were even remotely accurate.

I took a hard line negotiating Suzi's movie appearances, insisting on $2,000 per movie up front, plus royalties per copy sold. Most of the companies balked at this at first, but I got a few to come around. Flying out to visit the executives personally and having Suzi give them blowjobs probably helped a lot. For some reason, most men have no willpower when a hot bitch like Suzi is keeping them on the edge of orgasm.

Suzi's pretty face, her wet-dream body, her brainless bimbo personality, and her enthusiasm for fucking and sucking made her an instant success in adult films. Directors sought me out to get her to star in their films; it became common wisdom that any movie with Suzi in it was a guaranteed blockbuster. I was selective about which offers I accepted; after her first few videos broke records, I set her price at $8,000 per film plus a large cut in royalties and control over future use of footage. Since most films were shot in a day, this was nearly as lucrative in the short term as stripping, and the royalties made for a long- term windfall.

Furthermore, the movie appearances made her that much more popular as a stripper. At the time her tenth movie broke all records for adult video sales, Suzi Slut was capable of pulling in $20,000 a night stripping and fucking backstage. (Her stage name was Suzi Slick, but her reputation for fucking almost everyone had earned her the unofficial last name "Slut." Even the announcers at her gigs often "mispronounced" her last name as she came onstage.)

As for Suzanne, I never was sure what had happened. That evening in the bathroom, I'd pressed her up against the wall and pounded her pussy until Suzi came in the most violent orgasm she'd ever experienced. The thing is, I don't think it was Suzi that I'd fucked that night. I think it was Suzanne.

She'd bucked and writhed frantically, fucking back at me as hard as she could, squeezing her cunt around my cock and orgasming as I came in her pussy. But she hadn't let out with the usual string of dirty talk, the exhortations to "fuck your slut harder", or the high squeals of pleasure that were Suzi's trademarks.

Rather, she'd just let out a string of soft, passionate moans and grunts, like she had the very first night I'd fucked her, so long ago.

And her orgasm felt different too. Suzi's orgasms were intense, and she enjoyed them immensely, but it was the enjoyment of an old, familiar pleasure. Her enjoyment that night in the bathroom had seemed different. More like the enjoyment of a new and almost unexpected pleasure. Like she was getting fucked for the very first time.

From then on, Suzi reigned supreme. Always eager to please, never tired or upset. Good old fuckable Suzi, the well-practiced slut with the wet-dream body who craved cock. Suzanne's dour, tired mood never intruded.

But sometimes, occasionally, Suzi was different when she was being fucked. It always happened when she first had a cock stuck inside her. Her dirty talk would trail off, and she would be silent. Slowly, she would begin giving those soft grunts that I'd heard in the beginning, the moans that seemed to express surprise at her own pleasure. Her fucking would seem less experienced, less skilled, but filled with a certain raw enthusiasm that was something beyond what Suzi could normally put in. It was like she knew all the techniques, but had never practiced them. As though an experienced friend was teaching he how to fuck. It always happened when I wasn't expecting it, and after she'd finished coming, she was always back to normal. But I could always swear that I'd been screwing someone very different.

As Jimmy approached orgasm, Suzi let his cock out of her mouth and rested its head on her outstretched tongue. She jacked her hand up and down its length as he muttered, "Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna come, you ready for it? Ready for my come, baby?" Suzi, unable to speak with his cock resting on her tongue, could only nod enthusiastically. "Here it comes, babe!" Jimmy said as his cock erupted with jism.

Some of the semen went into Suzi's mouth. Some of splashed on her cheeks or her upper lip. She continued to jack Jimmy's shaft as his sperm sprayed into her mouth. When his orgasm subsided, she closed her mouth and began to spread soft kisses over his cock. The jism in her mouth slowly dribbled out, coating her lips and mouth in a layer of creamy white come. She gave the camera that slutty look that had helped make her the highest-grossing adult film star of the previous year, and had made me a multimillionaire.

"That's a wrap!" the director yelled. The exhausted Jimmy Wood got up and left immediately, heading back to his dressing room. Male porn stars were probably the most sexually exhausted people in the world.

Suzi, however, wasn't through yet. She crawled on her hands and knees over to the director's chair and began to unzip his fly. His cock, excited by the hours of watching the filming, sprang fully erect from his pants.

"Ooooooh," Suzi purred, "Your cock is so big, Mr. Edmonds." The size of his cock shouldn't have come as any surprise to Suzi.

She'd starred in films directed by him before, and had hence sucked his meaty cock several times, as well as having it crammed up her pussy more than once. But it was part of the act.

Duane Edmonds knew she was faking her surprise, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Would you like me to fuck you with it, Suzi? Would you like to feel my thick cock in your hot, wet pussy?" he asked, continuing the game.

"Oooooh, yes!" she squealed. "Suzi would love that! Please fill Suzi's wet pussy with your hard cock, Mr. Edmonds!" Suzi turned around as she spoke, dropping to her hands and knees and presenting her dripping pussy to him. "Please fuck Suzi with your cock! Ohhhh!" She moaned in pleasure as Edmonds, now on his knees behind her, slammed his cock into her glistening cunt. The other men on the set gathered round, waiting their turn. The director always got to go first, but after that, anyone who could get their dick into a free hole on Suzi's body was welcome to use it. Suzi was popular with the production crews. These sessions usually ended with an exhausted Suzi lying contentedly on the floor, her face, tits, cunt and ass dripping with come.

I took in the sight before me. Suzi was a true slut, without a care in the world beyond where her next wad of jism was coming from. I wondered what I'd do with her once her popularity died down. Probably marry her off to some rich guy who knew how to show her a good time. I'd hang on to the rights to her movies, of course. And then? Probably start all over again with someone else. After all, I had the technique pretty much down pat. I had my eye on this aspiring model...

Suzi let out a loud moan as Edmonds pulled out of her. She rolled over and lay on her stomach as he positioned himself above her face. Her hand went to his cock and jacked it furiously. With a cry of pleasure, he came, spilling sticky ropes of come across her face and tits. Suzi used her free hand to move as much as she could to her mouth, slurping it up.

Edmonds stood up and walked away. One of the crewmen shoved his rock-hard cock into her pussy, while several more dangled their pricks over her face. Suzi took one at random and began slurping on it. She lay there for a long time, taking a series of cocks into her mouth and pussy and making each one give up its load of come. She was in heaven.

I smiled. For now, Suzi was more than enough slut to keep me happy.

The End