Bimbo Boutique

Energy Gulp! by G-man001

Suzanna Briggs fixed her hair. The tight bun she had spent much of the morning styling was coming undone. It had been one of those days. She made her way to her desk, past the endless rows of beige cubicles. Stuck to the wall of her cubicle was a speedily prepared flyer advertising “Amanda’s Going Away Party.” Amanda was the third woman to leave the company since Suzanna had been hired eight months ago. And while that may have raised flags for some women, Suzanna was plenty comfortable in her workplace. Suzanna tossed the flyer into the shredder, having hardly known Amanda, and sat down at her desk and began her work for the day. Read the rest of this entry »

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Copyright © 2001, H. Grant. ALL Rights Reserved

Story Codes: M+/F/slut/bimbo/mc/oral/anal/spitting/Male Dominant

There was no doubt in Samantha’s mind. She was going to law school – or at
least that’s what she thought. Her husband Ted had promised to help her
finish her schooling provided she marry him and move to New York. At the
tender age of 24, Samantha had already finished her undergraduate work at a

local university. It was there that she met Ted – a handsome dark-haired
gentleman of about 30. He was a wealthy photographer who had talked her
into doing some modeling for a fashion magazine. If it wasn’t for him, she
didn’t no how she was going to finish her schooling. Her parents had very
little money and as a result, Samantha relied heavily on grants and loans
to push her way through her first four years of college. The modeling money

Ted offered her was decent and it helped put food on the table and pay for
her books.

Within just a few months, Samantha had fallen in love with Ted. He seemed
such a sensitive and caring man. Ted adored her beauty (or so it seemed).
He admired her slender figure and large breasts. She had beautiful dark
brown hair that went down past her shoulders and a magnificent smile to
match her tender complexion. Ted showered her with money and took her out
to eat at fancy restaurants. Little did Samantha know that all of this
wining and dining had it’s price – and it wasn’t just cooking or cleaning.

In fact, the only hint that there was anything wrong with their
relationship (at least from Samantha’s point of view) was the lack of
sexual arousal on Ted’s part. For a young man of 30, it seemed kind of odd
that he rarely got it up for her. It was sort of a contradiction because he

constantly told her how much he admired her beauty and determination. That
aside, love had a strange way of blinding Samantha to the rest of Ted’s odd

habits.

For instance, he would take long trips to New York and leave her behind for

several days without calling or e-mailing her. Then he would pop up out of
nowhere and take her out to a movie while down-playing his absence. It
didn’t exactly drive her nuts, but Samantha found herself missing him more
and more each time he went away – usually after one of their photo
sessions. He would claim that he was taking the photos to New York to
submit to the fashion executives and would be back within a day or so -
however it usually took a week. Samantha never saw a single photo – nor did

she ever get a glimpse of the so-called fashion magazine that Ted claimed
he worked for. But she didn’t seem to mind. After all, Ted had been very
good to her in a lot of ways. He was never forceful with his convictions or

his point of view on issues that they couldn’t agree on. He never swore at
her and he almost never raised his voice when they had an argument.

`How silly’ Samantha thought to herself. She and Ted almost never argued
about anything in the year or so that they had known each other. The
relationship was perfect and it was becoming quite clear that Samantha’s
future in law was very bright. She had received high marks in almost all
her classes and was well informed when it came to politics.

Ted, on the other hand, was not whom he claimed to be. He was a
professional con artist who worked for an underground men’s club in New
York. The men’s club that he had joined many years ago was populated
exclusively by men who hated and stood against the women’s liberation
movement that started in the 1960′s. In comparison to most of the members
in the club, Ted was relatively young. He hadn’t even been born yet when
the women’s liberation movement started. Initially he had joined because
the club was also a business – a dirty business of forced drug addiction
and prostitution. The “front” business for the club was not much cleaner.
Ted was indeed a photographer, but not for a respectable clothing magazine
as naive Samantha would think. Rather he was a professional photographer
for their exclusive porno magazine and film line titled “PROPER WOMEN”
which sold exclusively overseas due to it’s shocking and perverse content.

Samantha knew nothing of this facade and was not the prying type. She had
her own studies to worry about in addition to her social life with Ted.
Already Ted had managed to wean her away from her family and friends. She
was completely devoted to him and loved him tremendously. It was only on
special occasions that she ever saw her family, and to their dismay she was

almost always accompanied by Ted whenever she did manage to visit Rhode
Island. The two seemed inseparable – except when Ted went away to New York
by himself, in which case she spent her time studying or catching up with
old friends. It was the only time she ever contacted them.

Her life would begin to change rather soon. Ted had made up his mind that
he had gained her complete and total trust. After conferring with his
fellow “business men” in the sex industry, he decided it was time to change

Samantha into something more desirable. All he needed was an angle to get
the ball rolling. The idea finally came in the form of an invitation to an
exclusive club party that Ted was a part of. Ted knew that deep down
inside, Samantha loved it when guys paid attention to her. She made it a
point to let him know that although she wasn’t in the least bit concerned
about how she looked, like most women, her intelligence was not enough and
it seemed to hinder her ability to attract attention from men in general.
Though she made every attempt to hide it, she still yearned to look
beautiful and be desired universally. Ted saw through her facade rather
easily. He knew women inside out and was rather gifted at finding their
emotional weaknesses rather quickly. Samantha was no exception. And she
would soon learn (perhaps painfully) that Ted was the smarter of the two -
by a narrow margin admittedly, and would soon succumb to his every wish.

---

“Honey I’m almost ready!” Samantha shouted from the bathroom.

She was in the middle of combing her hair and applying her favorite
perfume. Samantha couldn’t wait. The trip to New York had been a long one,
but Ted did most of the driving. In addition, they had arrived in the late
afternoon which allowed them time to take a nap. She was definitely excited

about the prospect of meeting Ted’s business associates for the first time.

In addition, she was anxious to see all her modeling work come to fruition
in the form of a gorgeous photo spread in one of their recent magazines.
Ted had used this angle as bate to get her to come to New York with him.
Samantha was falling for it quite nicely as planned. Ted smiled to himself
as he took a drag on his cigarette and waited for her in the main corridor
of their hotel room. His cock began to bulge outward at the inevitable
prospect of the changes that would soon occur in Samantha – wanted or
otherwise. The thought of her dull looking hair changing from dark brown to

a more desirable color invigorated his evil penis to the max. Thank
goodness he was wearing briefs underneath his trousers, otherwise he’d be
pitching a tent so to speak.

Samantha exited the bathroom looking true to form well dressed in a dark
blue dress yet very conservative in appearance giving absolutely no hint of

sex appeal for the enjoyment of the opposite gender. Ted took a good hard
look at her ass when she walked by him to the closet. It was too slender.
Ted wasn’t the type that liked large plump women, but he preferred his
women to be somewhat shapely – though with an overall slender figure. He
simply adored big breasts and couldn’t wait for that aspect to inevitably
change in Samantha’s life. Her breasts were big enough, but he wanted them
larger. The meeting was in 45 minutes, and Samantha would be the main
attraction. Though misogynistic in nature, his fellow “business” associates

were fair in their approach toward women whom they sought to convert not
only in front of the camera, but in real life. As always, the initial
meeting would be softcore. They were sure to ask Samantha to pose in
somewhat lewd positions in a polite manner. If the meeting became strenuous

or acrimonious, the men were sure to become verbally abrupt with her. If
that approach didn’t work, a forced submission would soon follow coupled
with drugs and mental therapy. The physical makeover occurred only after
the mental changes took place.

Samantha had no clue of what was in store for her at this supposed meeting.

She assumed that the men were going to congratulate her on her fine
modeling job and shower her with attention – which she secretly liked. She
couldn’t wait to get a glimpse of some of her fashion photo spreads. “How
do I look hun?” she asked innocently.

“Just fine my dear.” Ted lied.

She had a long way to go before she even came close to looking fine in his
eyes. Too smart, too intelligent, too brunette looking. Her boobs needed a
makeover as well. In all honesty, Samantha didn’t look or act slutty
enough. But when the next week was over, that would all change. In fact,
Samantha wouldn’t even have to put on an act to please him through
role-playing. She would actually BE his trashy blonde dream. It was all in
the cards and the way he played them. If done correctly, Samantha wouldn’t
have to submit to such cruel misogynistic measures, she may actually WANT
to be changed and converted – if for no other reason than her strong love
and passion for him. Still, it seemed this was only a remote possibility
given her intense desire to become a well educated woman and law worker.
Only time would tell, and the clock was ticking toward this much
anticipated meeting at the “studio.”

---

Samantha detected a rather subtle change in Ted’s behavior as they drove to

the meeting place. He was quiet most of the time, and when she asked him
questions he gave short abrupt answers.

“Is anything wrong dear?” she asked him trying to smile and be cheerful.

“Not at all darling……just trying to focus on the road.” Ted replied
cautiously.

Samantha could take the hint that he didn’t want to converse any further so

she stayed quiet the rest of the way. She chalked this up to him being
nervous about introducing her for the first time to his business associates

at the studio. She was partially correct. Ted was nervous, but only about
her initial reaction to some of the “requests” his fellow associates were
certain to make. Samantha had never done any sort of “revealing” modeling
in her life. Only small hints of cleavage here and there, but nothing
serious. That would soon change – whether she liked it or not.

They pulled up in front of a large house near the outskirts of the city. It

was dark and breezy outside and there was only a small glimmer of light
from inside the house – presumably from the main living room. The only sign

that the house was occupied was the long line of cars and mini-vans parked
out front.

Ted offered his hand to Samantha and she clasped it confidently. Her heart
was pounding with excitement and she wished she had checked herself one
last time in front of the dash board mirror to make sure she looked perfect

for the occasion. Ted lead her up the walk way to the large front porch
that was covered with large oak boards. Apparently whoever owned the
establishment was quite wealthy and had a taste for the Victorian era.
There were hints of 19th century decorum in and around the house.

Ted gave the door a simple thud with the knocker. Presently the large
Victorian door was opened by a huge man who was built like a bodyguard. He
looked like one too – though with an upscale appearance. His was donned in
a standard black tuxedo and wore his long dark hair back in a single
pigtail. Samantha correctly surmised that he was about Ted’s age give or
take a year. “Come in. We’ve been expecting you.” said the man in a deep
baritone voice that commanded respect.

Ted nodded silently and lead Samantha into the main hall.

“Your jacket please.” said the man staring lewdly at Samantha.

She smiled uncomfortably and handed the man her overcoat. It was clear that

he had no interest in conversing much and this made her a bit nervous. She
peered down the hall and caught a glimpse of a two main doors that were
ajar with a hint of light escaping the room. The sound of men conversing
was very distinctive and she could pick out signs of laughter.

`At least those people are in a better mood than this walking stiff.’ she
thought to herself as Ted finished speaking with the tall man.

Samantha cursed herself for not listening to Ted’s brief comments to the
guard. She liked being aware of everything that was going on around her.
After all, she was that type of girl – for now.

Ted turned to her and took her by the arm.

“C’mon darling. I’ll introduce you to some of my associates.” said Ted in a

mild mannered voice.

He was being careful not to create any feelings of uncertainty on his
wife’s part. Samantha took his arm and followed him down the elaborate
hallway toward the room with the open doors. When they entered, Samantha
was greeted by a site that she wasn’t quite expecting. Sitting around the
room was a group of seedy looking middle aged men wearing cheap business
suits. They were smoking cigars and filling the room with such a fog of
smoke that she had to fight to keep from gasping for air. These were
definitely not the types of men she was expecting to meet. At least the
guard at the door had the decency to wear a tux, but now it appeared that
it was merely for show. Maybe the owner of this establishment wasn’t quite
wealthy at all. If he was, it didn’t show from the looks of the attire and
characters in this room.

Samantha turned to Ted and looked him in the eye.

“Are these really the men you wanted me to meet?” she asked innocently
trying not to choke on the cigar smoke.

“Yes darling. The are the gentleman who wish to meet you.” he replied.
“Gentleman this is my wife Samantha. She is here to show us some of her
modeling techniques.”

Ted’s statement caught Samantha off guard. She wasn’t prepared to do any
modeling. Even if she was, she wasn’t properly dressed for such an
occasion. The original idea was to meet the men that worked with her
husband and to view some of her previous photo spreads – not model for
them.

Samantha looked more closely around the room trying to take in all her
surroundings through all the thick smoke. There wasn’t a single woman in
the room – much less the establishment.

“I don’t know about this Ted.” she began. “We didn’t talk about this.”

“It will be all right dear.” replied Ted reassuringly. “These gentleman
just want to admire your beauty and talent. If you impress them, it could
lead to bigger and better things for you.”

“But I’m studying to be a lawyer – not a model.” she protested.

“Of course you are my dear.” stated one of the larger men at the head of
the long table.

Samantha was a bit startled by this. She did not know this man and they had

not been properly introduced. As if reading her mind, the man got up and
walked over to her holding his hand out.

“Let me introduce myself.” he began. “My name is Mr. Willis. I am the
executive editor of our…..fashion magazine. Please have a seat and relax,

Ted and I have a proposal for you.”

Samantha thought about this for a moment. The man seemed a bit rough around

the edges, but he appeared to be sincere. She glanced over at Ted again. He

nodded his head in approval, apparently everything was fine. Mr. Willis
held out a chair and motioned for her to sit down. As if to lead her on,
Ted walked over to an adjacent chair and sat down. He turned and gave her a

fake – yet undetectable smile.

“It’s all right darling, they’re just curious about you and want to know
you better.”

“OK.” replied Samantha taking another look at the shady men sitting around
the long oak table. There were about eleven of them in all – counting Mr.
Willis. She tentatively took her seat and looked up at Mr. Willis.

“Thank you my dear.” said Mr. Willis as he reclaimed his seat at the far
end of the table and took a short drag on his half smoked cigar. “Your
husband tells us you are quite a gorgeous woman.”

Samantha looked at Mr. Willis curiously. She hadn’t quite expected this
remark so early in the conversation. However she dismissed it as all part
of the modeling lingo.

“Thank you Mr. Willis.” she replied shyly trying to sound confident.

Ted knew this routine rather well. It was the redundant – yet reliable ploy

of seducing a woman through compliments and praise. It almost always
worked, and it served the purpose of loosening up a woman to more personal
and direct “compliments” later in the conversation. Still he had his
doubts. Samantha was much more intelligent than most of the broads that
were brought into this very room. She might see through Mr. Willis’s
facade. Then again, she might not. It all depended on how Mr. Willis chose
his words.

For his part, Mr. Willis was a pro at the con game and it showed in his
next move. He properly introduced Samantha to the rest of the men in the
room one at a time. The other men gave her brief nods but said very little.

They were smart enough to follow Mr. Willis’s lead.

Alexander was another sly man in the group who was one of Mr. Willis’s
closest associates. He was highly intelligent as well, but he knew when to
yield to his boss. Alexander was also one of the more sadistical men in the

bunch. He got off on burning cigarette butts on women’s arms and legs. This

was rather extreme, but Mr. Willis kept him around because of his shrewd
business sense and keen understanding of a woman’s psychology. Alexander
had indeed done his homework on the subject having studied at a prestigious

university in England. He was also heavily into medicine and drug
experimentation and it’s various effects on the chemistry of the human
body. Having no where to go to apply is knowledge in tandem with his
fetish, he sought out Mr. Willis’s special men’s club having read about it
in one of the magazines. He had traveled far, but the salary that Mr.
Willis provided him combined with the luxury of abusing the models was well

worth the investment in time and travel expenses.

“Please understand Samantha. We have admired you from afar thanks to Ted’s
generous photos of you. You model the clothing quite well and we are
interested in helping you out financially to further your education in law
school.” continued Mr. Willis tactfully.

Ted could see Samantha perk up visibly when she heard this. Mr. Willis was
indeed as cunning as they came. Maybe seducing his annoying cunt for a wife

wouldn’t be so hard after all. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind making a
few thousand dollars would you Samantha?” asked Mr. Willis.

Samantha couldn’t believe her ears. `Did he say THOUSAND???’ she thought to

herself. Samantha had never possessed so much money at one time – except
over a period of months and usually with Ted’s or her parent’s help with
school matters only.

“Oh my gosh….sure!” she stated quickly collecting her thoughts.

“Good.” replied the cunning porn executive. “Then you don’t mind if we ask
you to make a few….er….changes. Perhaps in your style and appearance.”

“What kind of changes do you expect Mr. Willis?” she asked curiously.

“Well….” began Mr. Willis eyeing her carefully. “My associates and I have

picked out a special outfit for you to try on this evening. I’m sure it
will fit quite comfortably with your magnificent figure.”

Ted knew that Mr. Willis was lying. He despised Samantha’s conservative
appearance as much as he did. But the conversation and turn of events was
definitely heading in the right direction. Samantha still had the money
offer fresh in her mind and seemed very enthusiastic about doing what was
asked of her.

“Sure….I guess so. Would you like me to model it for you and Ted in
private?” she asked timidly.

“Why no my dear.” Mr. Willis stated matter-of-factly. “We’d ALL like to see

you in it. You’re surrounded by fans – right men?”

Mr. Willis winked at his crooked business associates. He could see the
naked lust in their eyes as they stared at their new prize – soon to be
made into a complete and total slut.

“What type of outfit did you have in mind?” asked Samantha nervously.

She didn’t like the idea of modeling an outfit in front of a bunch of
strangers. Modeling for Ted was one thing, but she barely knew any of these

men outside of what Ted had described of them. Still, the outfits she had
modeled for Ted were not that revealing, and so it was with this in mind
that Samantha accepted the money offer and the bag of clothing that Mr.
Willis held out for her.

“Where should I change?” she asked timidly.

“Go back out into the main hall and make a left, there will be a powder
room down the hall. You shall use that facility while we wait.” said Mr.
Willis eyeing her up one last time before giving the nod to the guard to
escort her out.

Samantha followed the tall burly man out into the main hall and he led her
to the changing room. When she entered and closed the door, she was amazed
at how fancy the room was. The room was surrounded with mirrors on all
sides and was equipped with a large hot tub, toilet, and marble sink with
several cabinets. Little did the cunt know that she was being watched from
a see-through mirror located in the rear of the room. Indeed, Mr. Willis
and his fellow associates were huddled on the other side of the wall in a
separate room adjacent to the conference room they had just left. They
would be able to see Samantha and all her treasures quite easily from their

vantage point.

Samantha withdrew the modeling attire from the bag and was stunned
outright. The outfit she had been given by Mr. Willis consisted of a very
skimpy cherry red mini-skirt. It was of the shiny latex variety and looked
outright slutty. The bag also contained a pair of black fishnet nylons
complete with garter and suspenders. The suspenders were to be attached to
a pair of crotchless black panties of the silk variety. To cap all of this
off, she detected the cherry red lipstick and black eye shadow enclosed in
the bag.

`No fuckin’ way I’m wearing this for these creeps. Who do they think I am
anyway – a cheap prostitute?’ she thought to herself as she put the
contents back in the bag and headed for the door.

Samantha didn’t know who she was more angry with Mr. Willis and his
associates, or Ted – her beloved husband who would allow such an atrocity
to happen in front of all those filthy men.

Behind the mirror, the men shuffled back to the conference room shaking
their heads. This woman would require more than just a little money and
prodding to do their bidding. They were seated back in their chairs just as

Samantha entered with an angry look on her face.

“You can’t possibly expect me to wear this outrageous outfit!” she stated
coldly to Mr. Willis.

“On the contrary Samantha, we certainly can – and you WILL.” replied the
cunning executive.

“Like hell I will!” blurted Samantha feeling even more uneasy. “Ted, I want

to leave this establishment right now!”

“You realize that Ted will no longer fund your education if you leave.”
said Mr. Willis flatly.

Samantha’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. She relied on Ted for almost

every penny now-a-days to get through school. This couldn’t possible be
true. She turned and looked at her husband questioningly. From the look on
his face she knew right away that it was true. Ted was indeed in on this
filthy scheme just like the rest of these bastards. Feeling betrayed and
horrified at this shocking revelation, Samantha burst into tears and flung
her arms out and clung to her husband desperately.

“Say it isn’t so Ted….(sniffle)……say that it isn’t true and I’ll
believe you….we…we can put this behind us Ted.” Samantha whimpered
desperately.

“I’m afraid it is true darling.” Ted began. “All we are asking is for your
cooperation. It won’t be so bad once you get used to it.”

“But I don’t want to do it Ted…..(whimper)….it’s so….so shameful….”

cried Samantha.

Mr. Willis nodded his head at Ted and winked. Ted looked down at his young
wife and his voice became much firmer.

“You will do this for us or you will lose everything – perhaps even your
family.”

Samantha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her husband was not only
threatening her well being, but her family as well!

“You wouldn’t dare you bastard!” she cried out loudly as she began pounding

her fists in futility on her husband’s chest.

“I’m afraid so Samantha.” Ted began. “We have powerful connections to the
mob. You will obey, or bad things will happen not only to you – but your
family as well.”

“It’s quite simple really.” Alexander chimed in. “You obey us, and
everything will be all right. If not…..”

The sadist let his voice trail off. He didn’t need to restate the threat
again.

Samantha knew she was trapped. She couldn’t possibly continue on with
school without Ted’s support. More importantly, she didn’t want anything
bad to happen to her family. Besides, it was only a little bit of modeling.

What could possibly be wrong with that?

“OK…..(sniffle)……I……I guess I’ll…….I’ll do it….” Samantha
murmured softly into Ted’s chest hoping in vain that no one else would hear

her.

Ted was not the husband she married, and the shock of this was still too
much for her to bare. She continued sobbing on his shoulder because she had

no where else to turn. The thought of being wrapped in the arms of a total
fake and creep nauseated her to no end, but she had no where else to go. In

anger, she managed to stammer her last words of disobedience to Ted.

“You creep! You’re a sicko just like the rest of these jerks!” she blurted
out between tears.

“Maybe so…” said Ted. “But you’ll think differently after a while.”

Samantha didn’t quite know exactly what he meant. But she would soon find
out.

“Now my dear….” said Mr. Willis in a soothing voice. “Why don’t you take
that nice little bag and make your way to the ladies room again for us.
We’re anxious to have a good look at you.”

Samantha winced at his sarcastic kindness. She shot him and icy glare, but
she obeyed him and picked up the bag. The huge guard put a strong hand on
her shoulder – as if to remind her how puny her attempts to escape would
be. Slowly he guided her out of the conference room and ushered her down
the hall toward the first step in her destiny as a new woman.

---

The men sat in their posh leather chairs laughing, joking, and smoking
their expensive Cuban cigars. Their jokes consisted of house wife treatment

and torment as well as dumb blonde humor. They all shared one thing in
common – their disdain for women and their view of them as mere animals
bread solely for the purpose of male sexual pleasure and servitude.

When the large oak doors of the conference room opened again, they were
greeted by the stunning figure of Ted’s wife – Samantha. The shiny red
latex min-skirt rose all the way up her fishnet clad thighs revealing a
hint of her black silk underwear with a hole in the crotch (a part they
couldn’t quite see just yet). The guard had given her a pair of slutty 6
inch high heels to start out and they made a sharp clicking noise whenever
she walked. Her face was lightly made up with black eye liner and her lips
were adorned with red lipstick of the bright “slut” red variety. She had
obviously stinted on the makeup applying as little as possible, but the men

didn’t seem to mind – at least not initially. The only other fault with her

physical appearance was her natural hair color and breast size. All the
gentlemen in the room preferred blondes – particularly platinum blondes
with big boobs and small brains. However these problems would soon be
addressed in conjunction with drugs and attitude conditioning (the latter
of which would take a little more time). Despite all this, Samantha still
looked astonishingly beautiful (albeit in a slutty way) and almost
immediately grabbed their attention. However the look on her face suggested

an aura of tension and guilt – a complete turn off to most of the men in
the room save for Alexander – who preferred his women to appear upset with
discomfort.

“Come closer to the table Samantha. We want to see you in the light.”
commanded Mr. Willis.

Samantha said nothing as she stepped forward timidly in her high heals. She

felt extremely uncomfortable in these shoes and even worse, she felt very
vulnerable and exposed. The slutty high heals made their customary
“click….clack….click” noise on the oak floor as Samantha came to within

a few feet of the table. Mr. Willis winked at the other men. As if on cue,
the men began removing their ashtrays and brief cases from the table -
clearing space for their new prize model.

“Climb up on the table sweetie and stand upright like a good girl…..I’m
sure you want to give us a good show.” continued Mr. Willis.

Samantha hesitated and began to sob. She felt extremely embarrassed.

“I think we need to help her out a bit.” said Ted as he motioned to
Alexander’s briefcase on the floor.

Alexander hoisted his briefcase on the table and opened it. Within short
order he withdrew a sterile needle and a small bottle of serum.

“W….what are you doing?” asked Samantha trying to hide her growing fear.

“Were going to give you a little something to help you relax darling.” said

Mr. Willis. “Don’t worry. It will only hurt for a second.”

“N….no…..no please….I……I can’t…” stammered Samantha backing
away from the table.

She was immediately greeted by the firm hand of the guard once again. This
time he gripped her shoulder a little more firmly.

“Please don’t make this difficult darling.” said Ted. “We want this to be
an enjoyable experience for you.”

“He’s right Samantha.” said Alexander filling the needle with a clear white

serum. “We’re just going to help you relax a little bit more than usual.”

Samantha could hear the other men chuckling to themselves. She bit her lip
in fear. What were these men going to do to her? Samantha didn’t like the
idea of having her mind or thoughts altered in anyway, but it seemed she
had little choice – especially with the firm hand of the burly guard
pinching an exposed nerve in her shoulder. He was obviously an expert at
special holds and nerve damage – probably a black belt in something.

Alexander walked over to her holding the needle in his right hand. The
guard gripped Samantha firmly. Any movement by Samantha would probably have

resulted in a great deal of pain – especially with the way he was gripping
her arm and shoulder.

“Hold still darling.” said Alexander with a wicked grin on his sadistic
face. “This will make you more….shall we say….susceptible to our
demands.”

“Just try and relax Samantha….we know you’ll soon enjoy modeling for us.”

said one of the other men.

Samantha knew nothing of the serum that was slowly and painfully being
injected into her vain. Alexander could have done it more quickly and
painlessly but he enjoyed watching Samantha squirm in agony. The fluid he
was giving her was indeed a mind sedative – it was designed strictly to
bring about an aura of light headed feelings. Though her attitude would
still remain relatively the same in terms of embarrassment and shame,
Samantha would be much more relaxed and receptive to the men’s demands.

The burly guard held Samantha firmly as the menacing liquid was slowly and
methodically deposited into her soft waiting arm. The stench of the serum
was quite strong and Samantha wrinkled her nose at the smell of it. After
the ordeal was over, she was guided onto the conference table and told to
lay on her back for a while until the drug took effect.

“It’s OK baby.” soothed Ted. “In just a few minutes you can resume posing
for us.”

“Uhhhnnnn…..n….nooooo…..” whimpered Samantha as she began to feel
light headed and slightly dizzy.

The rest of the men stared at their new prize intently observing everything

from her slight body movements to her facial expressions. Within minutes
the men soon observed a dull listless gaze come forth from Samantha’s eyes.

She was fully coherent, however she possessed neither the drive nor the
will to put up much of a fuss against their wishes.

“Stand up on the table Samantha.” commanded Mr. Willis firmly. “It’s time
for you to show us what makes a woman so special.” laughter from the other
men

Almost as if she were sleepwalking, Samantha stood up on her slutty high
heals and walked across the oak table. The men guided her to the center
beneath the bright light and began glaring at her slutty attire. They
observed the outline of her breasts as they pushed outward against the
shiny red latex mini-dress. They were also afforded an excellent view of
her crotchless panties underneath her short skirt.

“Turn around slowly my dear.” continued Mr. Willis. “Show us that nice ass
of yours.”

Samantha turned around slowly – rewarding the men with an excellent view of

her soft bottom. It was partially exposed due to the shortness of the
mini-dress she was wearing. She did indeed look like a cheap hooker on
heals.

“Now Samantha, we want you to unhook the left shoulder strap of your
mini-dress so that we can see part of your tit. Go slowly my dear. We have
all the time in the world and we just love a strip tease from a tasty
little slut like you. Don’t we men?”

The other men chuckled and nodded their heads in unison. The total
degradation and humiliation of this poor woman was enough to drive them
over the edge of ecstasy. Samantha blushed with embarrassment. Slowly she
undid the left shoulder strap and let the top of her dress drop clumsily to

reveal a partial – yet appetizing amount of her soft white cleavage. She
was definitely a prize to behold indeed.

“Pull it down a little further.” continued Mr. Willis. “Let’s have a closer

look at that sweet boob of yours.”

Samantha did as she was instructed – clumsily fiddling with the strap in an

attempt to pull the upper part of the latex dress down further to expose
her soft booby. When it was fully revealed, the business men caught a nice
glimpse of her dark brown aureole and pouting nipple. Samantha’s face
turned pink with embarrassment. These men were truly bent of fully exposing

her for their perverse pleasure and sexual gratification. This was not
modeling. It was pure humiliation.

“Now the other side darling.” said Ted following Mr. Willis’s lead.

Samantha looked at him dreamily. The medicine Alexander had given her was
now reaching it’s maximum effect. Slowly she undid the other shoulder strap

of the slutty dress and let it slide down clumsily. Now both of her soft
boobies were in full view of the leering men.

“I’ll bet she wants to show her pussy hole for us boss.” said one of the
men.

“Of course she does.” answered Mr. Willis. “She’s going to learn to enjoy
exposing her slutty body for us. Aren’t you my dear.”

Samantha didn’t know how to answer. Her mind was fuzzy from the effects of
the drug she had been given. Soon she was instructed to squeeze her boobs
together and smile while Mr. Willis took a few pictures.

“Lie on your back whore!” commanded Alexander. “We want to see your pink
bimbo hole.”

“Yeah. Show us your trashy crotchless panties.” said another.

Samantha blushed even more, but she was too out of it to resist their
commands.

“Do as he says my dear.” soothed Mr. Willis as he continued to snap some
more pictures. “Show us what a dumb woman you can be….spread your filthy
legs….that’s a good bitch.”

Samantha lay on her back with both of her shoulder straps down. The table
was cold and unforgiving and very uncomfortable. The men obviously didn’t
care about this annoyance. They wanted to see her womanly treasure.
Hesitantly she moved her fingers down to the crotch of her dress and hiked
it up further exposing her silk black panties. The panties were extremely
slutty in nature and revealed all of her cunt to the men.

“Hold your legs up and keep them together my dear.” said Ted. “Mr. Willis
wants to take a few shots of your stupid piss hole.”

“Good girl Samantha.” added Mr. Willis. “You’re behaving quite nicely for
us.”

“Just wait till we give her the `slut’ makeover boss.” said one of the men
taking a long drag on his cigar and fondling his prick with his other hand.

“Indeed.” replied Mr. Willis snapping some pictures of her exposed twat.
“She’ll make a fine woman soon.”

“And a fine wife.” Ted added winking to the other men.

Samantha nearly burst into tears, but her emotions were kept in check by
the intoxicating medicine. She was to become a slave to Ted and the rest of

his cronies. The thought of becoming a simple minded bimbo was indeed
revolting, and she fought to get her thoughts back into focus in hopes of
escaping – damned the big guard. However the drug was too strong. Too
powerful. Alexander had indeed done his homework on the female mind.

“Pull your pussy lips apart for us dear.” said Mr. Willis.

“Yeah.” said another man. “Show us were you make tinkle.” more laughter

Samantha managed a small – yet barely noticeable grown. Slowly she pulled
her puffy vaginal lips apart and gave the middle aged men the show they had

all been waiting for – the inside of her precious cunt.

“Oh that’s soooo pretty Samantha.” said Mr. Willis snapping several more
pictures. “Give a nice little smile…..that’s a good girl….now give us a

wink….you want to please us don’t you my darling.”

Something inside Samantha gave way and she moaned her response.

`WHAT AM I DOING???’ she thought to herself as the moan escaped her slutty
lips.

The drug was indeed taking it’s toll on her will. Samantha felt as if she
were drunk. The room became a slight blur. She could barely make out the
faces of the dirty old men around the room – much less stand up again.

“I think she’s almost out.” said Alexander. “We’d better prepare her for
surgery. Did you call Dr. Andrews?”

“Yes I did.” replied Mr. Willis finishing the last role of film.
“Unfortunately he will not be here until tomorrow. We’ll have to put her to

bed in our special quarters. I’m sure Ted will make the necessary
arrangements for her stay here.”

“Sure boss.” said Ted. “I’m sure everything will go smoothly if we keep her

nice and sedated.”

“Leave that to me.” Alexander cut in. “I’ve personally worked with Dr.
Andrews on many of these cases. She’ll be your perfect blonde tit dream
within a matter of days.”

Ted smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait for the completion of his wife’s
transformation. He was so excited at the thought of his wife becoming a
nice docile blonde bimbo that he could barely control the raging hardon in
his dress pants.

Samantha could barely feel Alexander and the burly guard pick her up from
the oak table and carry her out of the conference room. Her mind was
swimming in a sea of haze and utter confusion. She didn’t feel her clothes
being removed once she was brought into her special room. She didn’t feel
them lay her on her back and spread her legs apart. Nor did she feel the
ankle and wrist straps being applied to her on both ends of her luscious
body. Lastly came the blind fold and another injection of sedative from
Alexander’s special kit of medicine. Within moments, she felt herself drift

off into a heavenly blissful sleep – one that she would never wake up from
as a free woman. Indeed, Samantha’s next waking moment would not occur for
several days. Her waist would become much slimmer due to a deliberate lack
of nourishment, and her only access to water would be through an
intravenous tube. She would indeed awaken to a new kind of life – one of
utter submission and simple minded obedience.

---

When Samantha finally awoke nearly a week later, she was not the same
woman. She opened her eyes and listlessly stared at her surroundings. Her
blindfold had long since been removed to allow for a more intense visual
analysis of her facial expressions and eye movements.

The first thing Samantha noticed about herself was the fullness of her new
mouth and ripe collegian lips. Her breasts had been blown up to triple the
size they were before and they felt rather heavy and uncomfortable at
first. But Samantha didn’t seem to care. She felt extremely light headed
and giggly. Within a few minutes a handsome man in his late thirties
entered the room wearing a white coat – the kind that doctors and surgeons
wore. He leaned over the bed and smiled at his new peace of work.

“Hello princess.” he began. “My name is Dr. Andrews, but you can refer to
me as Master Andrews.

Samantha had forgotten a great deal of her former vocabulary, but she still

understood basic simple terms in English. However the handsome Master
seemed to be talking too fast for her to comprehend, so she merely giggled
and smiled at him.

“I must be talking too fast for you my stupid little cunt.” he continued.
“That’s OK. We don’t like sweet little tarts like you to talk too much
anyway. Your lips are now built for slurping and sucking – just like a cute

little infant.”

Samantha smiled and giggled again.

“hee hee……sl….slurpy….sucky……mmmmm.” she moaned trying to match

some of his words together.

Hours later, Samantha was fully dressed in “proper” women’s attire and
escorted back to the main mansion. Her outfit consisted of a shiny black
leather collar with silver metal studs that seemed to nearly choke her. She

also wore a trashy black latex halter top with giant holes where each of
her surgically enhanced breasts jutted outward invitingly. Her naval was
pierced and adorned with cheap looking silver rings and a tattoo was
located below the base which read “ANAL WHORE.” Just below that a was a
shiny black latex mini-dress which fit tightly around her newly enhanced
waist line which accentuated her slutty bottom – which in turn was
practically fully exposed to anyone who wanted a peek. Her asshole had been

widened considerably to allow for several dicks to enter at once – or even
a large object of the men’s choosing. Her vaginal lips had been permanently

pried open by several silver ring studs that were placed on either side of
her labia to allow for maximum usage of one (or more) large cocks. She wore

no panties of any sort and was clad only in trashy black latex boots that
went all the way up to the middle of her knees which permitted only a
minimal amount of bending. The boots were adorned with 10′ inch spiked high

heals which made her lean uncomfortably on her tip toes at all times. The
heels also served to make her walk “properly” and obediently. In addition,
the heels also served as an open advertisement to anyone within ear shot
that a super slut / hooker was coming in their direction.

Samantha’s face and hair were also a dream to behold. Her hair was
permanently dyed platinum blonde and hung down her shoulders in a straight
- yet slightly ragged fashion. Dr. Andrews had deliberately given her hair
the appearance that it hadn’t been washed or bathed in a considerable
amount of time. To top off the sleazy bimbo look, Samantha’s face was
loaded with slutty makeup – complete with shiny cherry red lipstick which
gave her new collegian lips a sort of pouty / inviting appearance that
commanded the storage of one (or more) cocks at once. Her dull listless
eyes where smeared with slutty black eye liner and mascara. Her cheek bones

had also been raised slightly to give a more pleasing appearance. To
complete the transformation, Samantha was given a large wad of bubble gum
to chew on to create the credible appearance of a teenybopper groupie.

“Hello Ted.” greeted Dr. Andrews as he entered the main lounge. “I brought
someone here to see you.”

When Ted looked up he was greeted with the sound of clicking high heals and

the appearance of his perfect blonde bimbo dream. When he looked his new
wife in the eyes he searched for any possible hint of intelligence or
reminder of her once bright past but found only a dreamy eyed vacant look.

“Hello Samantha.” he said trying to control the bulge in his trousers and
the lustful urge in his voice.

The only response he received was an extremely high pitched giggle and the
growth of a huge pink bubble expanding out of her enlarged cock sucking
lips.

“POP!!!!………giggle.”

Samantha swayed sluttishly from side to side with a hand on her hip and a
dreamy air-headed expression on her cheaply made up face.

“We have chosen you to be the first recipient of Samantha’s outgoing
personality and special talents.” began Dr. Andrews. “I think you will find

your new wife quite accommodating and generous with her time and cheerful
attitude.”

“I’ll bet I will.” said Ted as he stood up to shake the doctor’s hand and
show him to the door of the lounge.

The other executives were out doing some film preparations in anticipation
of Samantha’s first screening appearance. When Ted was alone with Samantha,

he took one last look at his former wife. Then he lost all respect for her
(what little he had in the first place anyway). He came up behind the
giggling tart and wrap his arms around her newly formed torso. Lustfully
his large hands found their way up to her huge tits and began tweaking the
nipples harshly until they were beat red and sore. Samantha managed a few
uncomfortable squeals, but giggled and popped her bubble gum for the most
part and swayed dreamily in his sadistic arms. Ted licked her ear and took
a whiff of her cheap perfume – the kind most bimbos wore to impress men of
his stature. Only this time it was different. Samantha know longer cared
about money – much less knew much about it. She merely wanted to please her

Master(s) and behave like a proper woman. She wanted to wrap her brand new
pouty red lips around his swollen cock and deep throat him. For the first
time, she wanted to know what sperm really tasted like. Of course coming
out of a “God” like Ted, it would be one of the most pleasing experience’s
in her life and one she would aspire to each and every time she was with
her husband / Master.

Ted reached greedily under her micro-mini latex skirt and fondled her
sopping wet cunt which had been widened considerably by the metallic ring
studs adjoined on either side of her swollen labia. Samantha giggled and
flung her hair back in slutty fashion as she swayed from side to side in
Ted’s evil arms. Ted wasted no time in testing Samantha’s vaginal limits -
expanding her cunt with several fingers at once. In and out he mushed his
fingers coating them with thick creamy slut goo.

“Open your stupid mouth Samantha.” he commanded harshly. “Let’s add some
special flavor to that wad of bimbo gum you’re so fond of chewing.”

Samantha obeyed her Master graciously and rolled her eyes in slutty
fashion. Her mouth popped open and was instantly greeted by several smelly
fingers jammed menacingly into her waiting mouth. For the first time,
Samantha tasted her pussy juice and was instantly hooked on the salty taste

of vaginal cream and stale urine.

“Oooooohhhhh………mmmmmmmm….” the bimbo moaned as she tasted the
shameful bodily fluids in her stupid inviting mouth.

“That’s a girl sweetie…..just suck and slurp like a professional whore.”
said Ted soothingly in her ear. “That’s going to be your new role in life.
Pleasing and obeying all kinds of perverted men. Men like me.”

Samantha felt herself falling in love with Ted all over again. But this
time there were no strings or contingencies attached. No money involved or
desired. She just wanted to please him over and over again. Her every
waking moment would be spent wondering where he was and wishing she was
with him or one of his associates. She would find herself hoping to find
new and incredible ways to earn their admiration and adoration – perhaps in

the form of simple daily chores – ones that weren’t too difficult for her
to comprehend or carry out.

Ted removed his sticky fingers from her mouth. Samantha had performed her
first “duty” admirably. She had cleaned the salty residue from his fingers
thoroughly and was awaiting her next opportunity to please him and show him

what a “good girl” she was.

“Now Samantha, I want you to kneel down as best you can and open your mouth

for me.” commanded Ted in a firm voice.

Samantha obeyed. Slowly she went to her knees despite the restrictive knee
high boots and opened her ripe red lips. Ted unzipped his trousers and
pulled out his fat throbber. It looked enormous to Samantha – having
forgotten what he looked like in the past. Ted aimed the evil snake at her
waiting slut mouth and brushed the smelly tip against her swollen lips.

“Ummmmm……..ughhhhhhh….slurrrrrrp!”

Samantha began to suck on the thick fat cock that was impaling her sweet
stupid mouth. Within moments she began to slobber all over the oak floor of

the lounge. Piles of slutty drool escaped her retarded cunt of a mouth and
formed a slimy pool below her latex covered knees. Her nipples remained
quite red and swollen from Ted’s harsh pinching and were now quite
sensitive to touch. Her titties bobbed slightly up and down in little
jiggles as her mouth became a human receptacle for Ted’s swollen man tool.

“Oh yeah!” gasped Ted as he mashed her blonde head to his sweaty crotch
with both of his powerful hands. “You’re such a goooood girl……what a
willing sweetheart…..such and obedient bimbo slave.”

“Ummmmm…….mmmmmmm…..slurp……drool……slurp…..!”

Samantha rolled her slutty eyes up at her new husband Master in search of a

hint of admiration and appreciation – just like a stupid clumsy dog waiting

to be petted in all the right places. Her tongue rolled and slithered up
and down the shaft of his thick penis just like a professional hooker. She
wanted to bathe him in blissful glory and show him how much his Godly
presence meant to her. She worshipped him with all her heart and tiny
little mind and wanted so badly for him to bless her with his manly cream.

In and out the cock went. The thick piece of male lard mashed itself
against the back of her slutty throat in search of her tonsils. Amazingly
Samantha only choked and sputtered a few times, but soon she would get used

to this type of harsh degrading treatment. Ted could already tell that she
had been “fixed” properly and was already learning the sweet and painful
rewards of pleasing a man in all those “special” ways.

Indeed, Samantha was learning to enjoy this sort of treatment from a man.
She would soon look forward to the blessings of pain that Alexander had in
store for her white trash body. She wouldn’t mind being used in any way at
all as long as it brought pleasure to her Masters. At this point, Samantha
would only come to know of her most frequent reward. It came in the form of

a huge volcanic blast of filthy goop all over the inside of her sweet dirty

mouth. Ted had unleashed a monstrous load of semen inside her swollen lips
and it spilled over onto her tonsils. Some of the squishy cream seeped out
of Samantha’s mouth and onto her shiny latex halter top. Little globs of
filthy cream oozed onto her swaying boobies and dribbled onto the oak floor

below. Some of the cream oozed out in small rivulets and dribbled down her
trashy chin. The thick salty cream coated her mouth and she immediately
began to swallow what was left of it. The ugly jizz slithered down her
worthless throat and coated her stomach. Ted looked down at her sleazy
makeup and her vacant dim-witted eyes. They were lifeless and her thoughts
were filled with nothing but candy cotton air. She was now just a worthless

smelly whore from head to toe. Samantha stared up at him in desperate
search of approval from her lord.

As she was staring up at him, something slithered out of her Master’s mouth

and splashed against her left eyebrow. Ted was spitting on her. Oh how
wonderful! She just knew that he liked her! She smiled up at him as more
spit poured down on her messy face. She was pleasing him! And soon she
would be the most popular girl with all of her Master’s friends. She just
couldn’t wait for her new husband to introduce her to his fellow
associates. Her Master’s treatment of her made her feel so special and
important. It was indeed a special treat to have a powerful man spit on her

girlish face. Samantha’s feeble mind reckoned that it was probably
extremely rare for any woman to receive such an honor from a God like Ted.

The slimy spit oozed down her nose and mouth and dribbled down her sweet
chin – so prim and proper. Just like a good woman’s chin should always be.
Ted wiped the remaining residue off of his cock using Samantha’s blonde
hair as a towel. Then he ordered the bitch to stand up and follow him to
the main hall. Once there, he ordered her to stand with the guard until the

rest of his entourage arrived and decided what to do with her. Samantha
felt uncomfortable in her high heel boots, but she smiled to herself
knowing full well that she would soon get used to her new uniform. She felt

so proud and sexy in it. She was more than willing to wear anything at all
if it meant pleasing men. For some reason she couldn’t remember or fathom,
she looked down on modern women.

Indeed Dr. Andrews had planted plenty of “new” thoughts in her pea size
brain. One of them was her disdain for her previous life as a law student.
Samantha no longer liked thinking for herself. After all, she was just a
girl. She not only wanted a man to do her thinking for her, she NEEDED a
man to think for her. She just couldn’t help herself anymore. She got
extremely wet in the crotch just thinking about the blessings and rewards
of dependency upon the opposite sex. Her body shuddered and tingled at the
thought of pleasing other men. Their bodily rewards for her were probably
quite numerous and too great to imagine in her simple little mind, but that

didn’t stop her from getting a glowing sense of pride in her new purpose in

life. Dr. Andrews had told her that being a “fuck toy” was the greatest and

most sought after profession among women – only most didn’t know it yet.
Though he vowed to her that this state of affairs among modern day women
would soon change over a period of time, and that she would soon make new
friends with women who were just like her.

---

“Squeeze your boobs together bitch!” commanded Mr. Willis while several
camera men circled around.

Samantha clutched her breasts and pushed them together with her soft
girlish hands. She was dressed in virtually the same outfit as before save
for one small difference – a bright pink latex halter top. It was the same
style as the previous one however with the holes cut out to expose her
naked tits. They were enormous and they bobbled up and down clumsily
whenever she walked or made sharp movements. They looked like two ripe
melons when she pushed them together.

“Arch your back slut!” commanded another.

Samantha giggled and arched her back for the camera. Her big boobies stood
out even further. Mr. Willis and Alexander took turns pinching tweaking her

nipples as the cameras flashed.

“Turn around and wiggle your stupid ass for us Samantha…..that’s a good
girl.”

Samantha smiled and shook her luscious bottom. It swayed invitingly from
side to side and looked perfectly proportioned – thanks to Dr. Andrews
cosmetic surgery.

“Now bend over and hike up your mini-skirt for us….we wanna see some REAL

ass!” said Alexander winking at Mr. Willis.

Samantha turned around clumsily on her high heels so that her bottom was
facing the two men. Then she bent down and stuck her ass outward invitingly

giving it a seductive wiggle for the two executives. Then she hiked up her
black latex mini-skirt and pulled down her crotchless panties. She was
extremely damp and some girlie goo dribbled out of her open vagina and onto

the oak floor.

“Isn’t she adorable?” asked Mr. Willis. “Just look at that sweet
butt….spread your ass cheeks for us honey…..that’s a nice girl…..show

us where your real brain is….that’s it….right inside that slutty little

brown hole of yours.”

Samantha spread her hiney apart so that the men could have a clear view of
her sexy brown anus. It peaked out from between her butt cheeks and winked
at the men. Alexander smiled to himself. Samantha was one of those girls
who had a large brown ring of skin surrounding her anal orifice. Her butt
hole was already partially open due to the surgery she had. It looked ripe
for the picking indeed. Alexander loved anal sex and he didn’t hesitate to
stick a large finger inside her exposed bottom. Menacingly he wiggled it
around inside – coating it with her anal treasures. Mr. Willis smiled to
himself. Today was going to be a big day for Samantha indeed. He watched
intently as Alexander began to stick more fingers inside Samantha.

“Oooooohhhh…….giggle…..” Samantha swooned with anal bliss as she felt

the insides of her bowels expand with each additional finger.

Alexander pulled down his trousers and whipped out his cock. It was
extremely rigid at the thought of the infinite sadistic possibilities he
had with this slut. Mr. Willis did the same in turn. Soon Samantha had two
cock dangling around her and several camera men taking lewd pictures of
her. She was still bent over when she felt Alexander remove his fingers and

replace them with a very stiff penis. Mr. Willis moved to the front of her
and instructed her to “suck.” Within moments, Samantha had a cock in her
mouth and one in her ass. Alexander had no trouble entering her slutty dark

hole. It was already extremely loose – just like a professional whore’s. He

pounded his stiff cock into her ass mercilessly while Mr. Willis drilled
her face with reckless abandon. The two cocks sea sawed in and out of her
open holes until she turned red in the face from so much hard fucking. Then

she was greeted with thick smelly slime entering her body at both ends. The

messy splooge gushed into her trashy orifices like two sewage pumps -
coating her insides with sticky smears of white jizm. Mr. Willis held her
face up with both of his hands and commanded her to let the rest his cum
drool out of her mouth for the camera. It was definitely a ?ite to see.

“Let’s put a camera on her ass men.” he offered. “Perhaps we can have a
good shot of the goop coming out of her bottom.”

Alexander pulled out just in time – commanding Samantha to squeeze what was

left of her anal muscles so that his slime would cum oozing out for the
camera. Samantha obeyed and squeezed hard. The sticky white jizm soon began

to ooze out of her ass and onto the floor below. Picture after picture was
snapped and a video camera was added to the mix. More bright light was
beamed down on her slutty bottom to maximize the effect of the degrading
scene. Samantha remained slumped over with her knees locked together -
smiling and giggling for the men.

`What a stupid fucking whore.’ Mr. Willis thought to himself – Dr. Andrews
had definitely earned his money this time.

When all was said and done, Samantha smelled like a cheap piece of fuck
meat just waiting for another stud to take his turn. And indeed they did -
one right after the other. Each camera man got his turn to fuck her white
trash holes. Some fucked her mouth. Others fucked her pussy. But most of
them enjoyed the pleasure of filling her dark brown poop hole with thick
smelly jizz.

Samantha was in a state of fatigue when all the men finished using her. For

one thing, her legs were extremely tired from staying in a standing
position for so long. For another, her ass and cunt were sore from all the
hardcore drilling she had received from the executives. One thing was
certain, she was definitely going to be the star of a lot of porn movies.
She had indeed been transformed into a “proper woman” as Dr. Andrews had
promised and would soon make an excellent servant wife for her Master /
husband Ted. The best part about the whole arrangement was the fact that
the sleazy porn executives didn’t have to pay her a cent for her time,
energy, or humiliation. She was now a natural – born again slut in the
making. Her first video would soon appear on many shelves in Europe. And,
to the delight of Ted and his partners, the profits would fall right back
into their pockets. So much for law school expenses.

THE END

Forced Mind Control MaleDom

By Zon18
[email protected]

CHAPTER 1
DAY ZERO: Tuesday
John Mason sat back in his chair after a long day of work. He rubbed his
eyes and could still feel the hum of the computer pressing into his head. ‘I’ve
got to stop working so hard,’ he thought. ‘The company can almost run itself.’
But, he shook his head at that. It was obviously wrong. He was putting all of his
effort into the business, yet they still were barely turning a profit.
“Damn, Ultrasoft!” he said into his hands. “If they keep tying up the fucking
market, we’ll never get off of the ground.” Read the rest of this entry »

MaleDom Slut

(M+/f, breast transform, slut, ws, scat)
From: [email protected] (The Orangutang)

good exam results and had my life all planned out as a good wholesome
member of the community, I always knew I was a slut in the back of my
mind. I was brought up to be very girlie and was always encouraged to
dress up and flirt with boys, both my mother and father loved to see
me act up and tease the little boys.

leaving school to go to collage I was quite a tom boy and heavily into
feminism. Luckily this is when I met Rob and fell in love.
He was very straight with me and told me what he liked, slutty cheap
and artificial looking bimbo’s and disliked, smart mouthed feminist
dykes and if I wanted to be with him I would have to change. This
caused some big arguments but Rob was not going to move so I had to.

natural dark blonde hair and started to wear tighter jeans and small
heels. Rob was very positive about this and encouraged me to go
further. Next came makeup, something I had always used but very
sparingly, now I started to be a bit bolder using red lipstick, black
mascara, eye shadow and blusher. Even my parents said how nice I
looked.

after what seemed like hours to be met by Rob’s smiling face. My hair
was light blonde all over, my face was a mass of bright colours, my
nails pointed and bright red. He then took my out to get a new dress
to go out with that evening for my birthday dinner.

micro dresses, halters, short shorts. I nearly died of embarrassment
as Rob selected things for me to try, a black lycra micro dress with
halter top seemed to be his favourite even though it was a size to
small for me. So that what I bought, along with some lacy thong
panties and a black wonder bra.

that specialised in heels called Ritual. I was sent to get changed
into my new dress and Rob picked out some shoes. I was horrified to
see what he had picked, black 5″ spikes with very pointed toes and
silver metal heels, I said I can’t wear them but I was told to put on
some stockings and stop being so fucking stupid. The black hold-up’s
had seems and were what’s called fully fashioned like old fashioned
nylons. No matter how high I tried to pull them they stayed well below
the bottom of my very
short tight dress. Rob slapped my hand away from my stockings and
called me a stupid cunt and handed me my new shoes. I was very near
tears and struggled the shoes on blindly just staring ahead.

shop He said to swing my ass and to stop fighting the shoes. The shop
girl who was dressed very much like me showed me how to walk in the
heels. I watched her closely and for the first time saw how Rob wanted
me to be, just like the shop girl with her heavy makeup, big cheap
jewellery, bleached out hair, her ass cheeks showing below her skirt
as she strutted up and down the shop.

needed to be alone with a mirror. I looked myself straight in the face
and thought about what Rob wanted me to be like, I imagined I was the
shop girl and pretended to be her as I put on some more lip gloss,
mascara and blusher. I readjusted my stockings so they were even and
the seems straight. Then I walked out as confident as possible, my
walk wasn’t perfect but it was much better, my ass swayed and my tits
bounced and Rob and Annie smiled. We took the shoes and some with 6″
heels.

earrings for me as well as rings, bracelets. I looked a the jewellery
he had picked it was all really showy and cheap looking. He had
picked 3 pairs of hoops, 1 gold, 1 silver and one clear blue plastic.
He asked the jeweller if he did piercing and if it could be done on
the spot. The shopkeepers face lit up as he realised that we wanted
all three pairs of earrings and my ears pierced another three times
each, I had already got one pair of studs in, nice small modest ones.

side of my head, but I was slowly getting to like my new image. Every
where we went men stared at me and women shock their heads. We had a
lovely meal with the waiters dribbling all over me as I enjoyed the
attention. And as I strutted across the restaurant after the meal I
managed to really act the part showing off my ass and tits.

love to for the first time. We fucked or should I say I was fucked.

rabbits. I had got a job as a trainee manager at a bank in town after
leaving school and before meeting and falling for Rob I had been doing
well. But with the combination of my new taste in clothes and my
general appearance I started to get warnings from the manager, he said
I looked like a tart and if I wanted to be a manager I’d have to tone
things down a bit.

some beautiful very tight very very short suits, sort of every mans
dream secretary look and had bought lots of pairs of heels from Ritual
all of them very high, in fact I had discovered with Annie’s help that
I was unusual because I could wear such high heels and after a little
practice was comfortable to wear them all day so I had abandoned my 5″
heels and now wore nothing but 6″ heels, not ideal for a bank.

appointment at a saloon I had noticed in town, it was called Jane’s
and seemed to specialise in more extreme makeovers. It was set for
Saturday morning and as I spoke to Jane I knew she would become my
best friend, I just knew it.

working there looked like, well there is only one word sluts, I
thought I was a bit slutty looking but these girls were the perfect
image of Rob’s dream girl. A girl with bright white hair, heavy makeup
and a spray on cat suit headed my way in 6″ spiked ankle boots. This
was Jane.

suggested a few things and said she knew what to do. My face was
scrubbed and cleaned of all the makeup on it. Then my eye brows
electrolysed away and my lashes were plucked out. All my finger nails
were cut right back Then my legs were treated with electrolysis after
them my crotch. While the electrolysis was happening my finger and toe
nails were polished and sealed and my hair was washed.

smelling chemicals poured over my hair and a plastic cap fitted over
my head. then back to the nail girl who fitted moulds to my finger
tips and poured in clear plastic this look about half an hour and as
soon as they were all poured and setting I was back to the hair
department. The cover was removed to release my now platinum blonde
hair. My face must have looked funny as I shut my eyes and prayed.

any knots out, when she was happy Melanie the makeup girl arrived and
started to rub lotions and foundations into my face, layer after
layer. Then my eyes were made up first long false eyelashes then
shadow, mascara, more shadow, finally I felt a series of pencils and
brushes were my eye brows had been. With my eyes finished she did my
cheeks with brush after brush of rouge. Thicker and thicker, the more
foundation then more rouge. When she was happy my lips were pencilled
round and the gloss added by the spoon full and sealed with a high
gloss layer.

of hair spray. She back combed my hair for what seemed like hours and
kept spraying heavy hair spray over my head. She seemed to be getting
further from my head as she worked on my hair. finally I was swung
round to look into the
mirror.

artificial, totally slutty. My bright white blonde hair was in a
really ‘big’ style back combed away from my face and it looked
wonderfully tarty and cheap as did the rest of my new look. My makeup
was beautiful, heavy rouge high lighted my cheeks, my eyes were buried
in thick black liner, blue, purple and white shadow with very long
black lashes. My favourite bit were my new brows that were high and
very thin. As I looked I licked my lips, feeling the heavy gloss with
my tongue.

were smooth and soft to the touch and my pussy was bald except for a
thin line of platinum blonde hair that came up from the crease of my
lips. I had no time to think about how I looked as the nail technician
started to remove the moulds and then shaped my new nails. Half an
hour later I was the proud owner of blood red 2″ finger nails.

over and said how beautiful I looked, she said how Rob would hopefully
love how slutty I looked. I had never been told I was a slut as a
compliment before, it felt good.

my new image. Jane called me a cheap cunt as I appeared from the
changing room. I had on my new red lycra lace dress with a deep low
cut front and only just covered my ass, but the best bit was that it
was at least 50% see through and very very tight. Under this I had a
quarter cup black lace shelf bra and that’s all, no panties. On my
legs were red seemed hold ups and on my feet white Heels with nice
shiny metal 6″ spikes.

like a total whore. I spent an hour
chatting to Jane and this is when I had my first cigarette, she
brought out some coffee and sat down a started to light up and
naturally offered me one. I hesitated then she said that if it was my
first now was the time to try it and how it would do wonders for your
figure. I held the cigarette and slowly inhaled as Jane lit it. When I
finally left I was enjoying my forth. next stop was a tattoo parlour
were I had booked a 4PM appointment.

heart nearly leapt out, I had only been back for ten minutes after the
tattoo parlour and a little more shopping for clothes and makeup. He
was coming round at ten o’clock, just 45 minutes later. I sat and
waited and smoked some more of the packet I had bought on the way
home.

liked the plastic ones best as they looked cheaper, put on my ankle
bracelets and waited. The bell rang and I sashayed over to the door
and swung it open. Rob nearly came in his trousers as he stared at me,
his eyes lusted over. I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and
licked my lips. I reached down to his cock, unzipped him and right
there in the middle of the door way gave him head. He held my hair and
started to fuck my mouth with his cock, my plastic hoops banged into
my face as I moaned and swallowed. I pulled away from his cock and
reached down to the hem of my dress, slowly I pulled it up to reveal
by bald and bleached cunt.

cunt needed to be fucked hard. I told him that I was now his SLUT and
I wanted him to USE ME with his cock. I said I was ditching my bank
job on Monday and that he would have to look after me because I was
his cunt now. He smiled and told me to pack my bags and to move in
with him.

to the frame as he worked his cock up my cunt and a finger up my ass.
Fuck it good, use your sluts cunt, tell me I’m a cheap whore I hissed
as he rammed away, 3 fingers up my ass. He withdrew and using his
fingers pulled my ass wider open before placing his cock at the
entrance to my anus and starting to push. I was relaxed and even
though it fucking hurt I let his cock in by pushing down like I wanted
to shit and opening my ass for him. He slid in a little and then
waited for me to
recover then pushed again, this time hard and hammered his cock
right in ’til his balls banged against my cunt lips.

died and slowly changed to deep pleasure as I was so full of cock and
he was rubbing my juicy clit as he fucked back and forward. All the
time telling me what I wanted to hear, telling me I was his slut, his
cunt, how beautiful I looked and how plain and horrible I used to
look. He said maybe I be his whore and go on the game. Just the
thought made my body tense up and release as a orgasm, being used as a
whore, I couldn’t wait.

cock cream into my ass, I was no longer an anal virgin I thought as a
silly smile came on to my face. Rob pulled out of my ass and rammed
his sticky shit coloured cock into my clean pink cunt. I knew he was
using my pussy to clean off his shitty dick, he was also christening
my cunt by soiling it filling it with his cum and my shit, taking it
as his own to use. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart to
let him see my wide open ass and fucked back to get more of his cock
in my cunt.

polish with my tongue, the taste of his cock made me gag and choke,
but he held my head and forced his dick into my mouth, forced it down
my neck into my throat, again fucking my face hard.

pushed me away from his dick, I leaned forward to get one last suck
and then stood and on wobbley legs headed for the kitchen.

done so while I was away making coffee I ducking into my room and
changed into a very tight black lycra micro dress that I had got on
the way home that night. The back of the dress was open right down
below the top of my ass and allowed the bottom of my ass cheeks to be
seen. At the front it had a low cut boob tube and was open across my
stomach til just above the top of my mons allowing the top of my
bleached pussy hair to be clearly seen. I loved the dress as it showed
off my new marking beautifully.

hadn’t seen anything I liked so I started to look round his
office/shop to see what other people had had done. That when I spotted
a picture in a hardcore sex mag he was obviously reading when I had
arrived. The girl on the front cover looked like a brunette version of
myself but had massive rings piercing her outer cunt lips and nipples,
she also had lots of tattoos, roses, a girl fisting herself, a man
pissing on a girl, and lots of words with flowers round them.

surrounded by red and black roses around my right ankle and a girl
being ass fucked with the words ‘COCK SLUT’ under it on my left
shoulder blade. The ankle marking was finished, but the shoulder tat
would need some more work to add detail as time had run out so I was
going back on the next Tuesday.

the new markings and even though they were both a little puffy looked
fucking hot. I turned to see my ankle in the mirror and almost
orgasmed as I saw the tattoo shouting the truth from my leg. God it
looked so fucking slutty with my ankle bracelet and my spikes.

dripping down my legs out of my ass, he looked up as I turned to show
him my ankle, he reached for his cock I then let him see my shoulder.
He smiled and pulled on his cock, wanking for me. I bent over and put
the coffee down and swung round til my now exposed ass was facing him
bent over as far as I could, then reached back with one hand to pull
my cheeks apart and with the other hand rammed 3 fingers up my open
slippery cum filled asshole, then 4 fingers, then the tip of my thumb
then the fucking lot, I kept pushing, I relaxed my ass and then pushed
down like when Rob’s cock took my ass for the first time. My knuckles
slipped past my stretched ring, I couldn’t reach any further so I
pulled my hand back, then pushed it hard back up my hole. I was
fisting myself, fucking fisting myself, I didn’t believe I could do
this stuff and love doing it, love the feeling of being used and
degraded by Rob, love turning myself into a hardfaced foul mouthed
slut, love taking my natural beauty and corrupt and destroy it and
then replace it with the look of a whore, hard, cheap, artificial,
beauitful!

hair big and bad like the saloon had done and then when I was madeup
to my satisfaction trying on dress and outfits to see what would be
good for my last day at the bank. And most importantly being fucked
and used as Rob’s personal whore ending in the grand finale of my
first golden shower.

leaking from every hole and my face had 2 day old dry sperm under my
makeup I said yeh why not. I was led to the bathroom and told to lye
down in the tub. Before I knew what was happening Rob pulled out his
cock and let rip, I squealed with surprise and then started to finger
myself as Rob covered me from head to toe. I had never tasted piss
before but this was the real surprise because when drops did reach my
mouth tasted very salty but not to bad, I stuck out my tongue and Rob
pissed right on it. He then moved the stream up towards my mouth and
then right into my mouth, I opened up feeling the hot liquid flooding
into my mouth and then away down my chin over my tits and pussy.

looked deep into his eyes, he nodded and I swallowed, the mouth full
of piss flowed down my throat washing away my innocence , if I had had
any doubts about what I had done and what I would become over the next
years they were washed away as Rob’s hot salty piss flowed down my
throat.

the bank and tell them to stick their fucking job, I also couldn’t
wait for them to see how I now looked and acted, if they thought I was
a cheap tart before, they’d love now!

wanted for everyone to be there to see my entrance. I choose a black
rubber version of the micro dress I had worn to show off my tattoos to
Rob, because it was rubber it was much tighter than the lycra dress
and was more extreme in its shortness and left a lot of ass and tit
showing, to go with it I had black spikes with my now normal shiny
metal heels these were 6.5″ high to add to the extreme look I wanted
and had thin chain ankle straps. I also wore a whore chain round my
stomach which looked gorgeous with the black rubber. With the heels I
had gone for black seemed fishnet stockings to give that real hardcore
slut look. I wore all my most tasteless, gaudy new jewelry including
on my little fingers nail rings.

after layer of foundation and on top had used only my most bright and
whorish colours. My hair was wonderful, platinum white blonde and
backcombed and wild, I had used a whole tin of spary on it to hold it
out and up.

and over the tops of my tits, I had got Rob to blow over my face just
before the taxi arrived to pick me up. Rob had also used my mouth for
his morning piss, very salty and matalic but still ok, so I knew my
breath was smelling strongly of piss, cum and cigarettes. Much to
Rob’s delight I had continued to smoke during the weekend and as soon
as I was happy with my look I lit up my second of the day put on my
new red see through mid thigh plastic jacket and sashayed out to the
taxi.

cunt got into his car with still wet cum over her slutty face. I took
a long deep drag and asked him to take to me the bank. I saw him
staring at me in his mirror, I smiled back undid the front of my
jacket, pulled out both tits from behind their rubber covering and
asked him if he liked what he saw, he nodded and smiled.

job for a ride seemed fair to me. I let some of the taximans cum
dribble out of my louth and down my chin as I stood in front of the
building thrilling in the way I had paid for my ride with sex, I was a
real whore now.

in I went, straight to my desk and sat down as if nothing had changed.
I saw the other girls just staring at me, watching every move as I lit
a cigarette and started to file and neaten up my nails. Mark the
assistant manager picked up his phone and spoke to someone, looking at
me and shaking his head. My phone rang, it was Mr Hedges the manager.

His voice was very short. I calmly stubbed out my cigarette checked my
makeup and touched up my lip gloss and then minced in to Hedges office
swinging my ass as much as possible. He looked up and rubbed his neck
as he saw me.

invitation. My skirt rode up as I slowly separated my legs. From his
position he got a full on display of a pink smooth cunt with its lips
swollen and cum oozing down the crack towards my ass hole. I smiled at
him as he swallowed and stared.

riot act to me, did I want a job with the bank was I going to sort my
self out, did I know how I looked, like some street trollop. I turned
to follow him as he paced around keeping my legs spread and my pussy
in his direct view. Even though he was shouting at me as he finished
his cock had betrayed him as it grow into a large lump in his
trousers, I knew I had him.

giggled and stared at the bulge in the fuckers pants, he wanted my
cunt and we both knew it. I slowly reached down with my hand and used
2 fingers to pull my labs apart and show him the inside of my cunt. He
would soon understand that his words meant nothing to me anymore, I
was no longer capable of understanding what he was saying, his words
went straight through my head and I never heard any of them. All I
could feel was my cunt throbbing from my need to be fucked and from
the stretching it had taken during the weekend. All my interest in
things not related to fucking were dead.

his head and sat down. I stood and walked round to his side of the
desk and sat down of the desktop in front of him pulled up my skirt
front and told him to fuck me again. Still no reaction, I told him to
look at my pussy and said that that’s what I now was, nothing else but
a cunt, an asshole and a mouth with a pair of tits attached. I no
longer had any other interests, only being a slut and keeping Rob
happy. Our eyes met as I again reached down and inserted 3 fingers
deep into my cunt and started to finger fuck myself.

it was lowered his cock sprang out of its confines. It was purple and
throbbing as the blood surged trough it. Keeping my finger busy I lent
forward and licked the tip cleaning off the precum that had started to
seap. I pulled back and looked into his eyes they were masked with
lust. I then slowly lowered my head over his prick swallowing the full
length into my throat.

out. I looked up at his face and moaned as I held his cock all the way
down. I started to swallow using my neck muscle to massage his dick. I
breathed slowly in through my nose and found if I did it carefully I
could get enough and keep his prick were I wanted it. He started to
tense his legs as I pulled back and and let his pulsing member slip
out my mouth.

aside my pussy lips and sank into the hot insides, thrusting in the
way til I felt cervix stretching to give his glands room. He was in to
the ball and he still kept pushing in deeper. I pulled my legs back to
give him a good view of my stuffed cunt. I shifted my back to allow me
to get my legs right back until they were back behind my head, I must
have looked like a human pretzle. He now got into his rhythm and
ploughed into my dirty little pussy.

never thought you would go this far!’ He must have noticed my ankle
tattoo for the first time because he really started to fuck me hard,
forcing his prick into me ‘Oh my god what have you done to yourself,
look at your fucking ankle “I’m a cunt” for all to see’ He was trying
to talk to me about what a terrible thing I had done and what a dirty
slut I had turned into as he fucked my bald cunt.

Barbara. Like my fucking tattoo then you dirty old cunt, yes people
see it in the street and now what I am, I fucking love it!’ I
struggled to get this out as my head was being jolted by the force of
my fucking. He stared ahead for a second and then he almost fell over
as his jism shoot up into my womb, he pulled out as his cock kept
throbbing and shooting. His cum hit my exposed cunt and ass as
he tried to aim it. I reached down with a hand and grabbed his dick
pulling him down to my head. I released my legs from behind my head to
give him room to next in close and fed his slimy cock into my mouth to
clean up. It was scolding hot and I could feel his blood in all the
pricks viens swelling inside my lips. I sat up and slid off the desk
on to my feet again.

vertical. I could feel every part of my body as it adjusted to being
upright, my ass and tits stuck out and my legs tensed as the shoes did
their magic and shaped me. I licked the last bits of the old cunt
spunk off my top lip and giggled at him as he tried to hide his cock
from me. ‘Ten o’clock, you normally hit the toilet about now for your
morning shit’ He looked up coughed and agreed he was a man of routine
in this department. I asked if he might need to do anything else.

him, I could feel he was nervous about doing this, but he couldn’t
resist. His prick pasted in between my open mouth and right down into
its previous position in my throat. His legs went taught against my
tits and he lifted up on to his toes. I noticed his hands come up into
the typical porn star pose of hands on hips as he tensed up again. Hot
fetid water started to leak down from my cunt as I started to piss, I
felt my ass pout as I pushed to increase the flow.

throat and in to my gut. He stood like this for minutes releasing his
overnight store. My bladder was empty long before his. I looked up as
he looked down at me glued to his body via his dick. He shook his head
in disbelief.

kept swallowing. His flow stopped and he pulled out of my sucking
hole. I licked my lips and stood and kissed him before he could react.
He pushed me away and almost ran to hide behind his desk. I lit a
cigarette and savoured the taste in my mouth. I pulled down my skirt
checked my makeup and repaired the damage all the time he watched
stuck to the spot.

opened it looked back blew him a kiss and was gone. I stopped half way
across the office chained into my next ciggy, crushed he last one out
and walked to the main door.

the rest of the detail filled in and then onto the saloon to see Jane
and tell her what I had done. As I finished telling her every last
juicy detail she looked at me. smiled and kissed me long and deep. I
spent the rest of the day chatting and watching as Jane bleached and
painted turning women into glamorous boy toys.

husband Ian allowed her to be the sort of women she had always wanted
to be and he had always wanted a total bimbo slut, when she said this
we both smiled. Jane agreed that she would help me to forget my past,
my education, my carear and help me become a real bimbo. She told me
to only worry about 2 things,did I look cheap and slutty enough and
were the next cock was cuming from. She then answered her own
questions not bad for a starter and follow me.

spotlight over a doctors examination table and 3 men watching football
on a television. 2 were black and the third was a very large white man
with white blond spiked hair and a goatee beard dressed in leather
from head to foot. He stood walked over to Jane and ordered her to her
knees as he unbottoned his fly and pulled out a massive cock with
several thick silver rings through its end. He pushed the cock into
Janes throat and called over his 2 friends then turned to me and told
me he was Ian, Janes husband he then told me to lye down on the
examination table.

start to seep out of my cunt and over my ass leaving a cool trail
behind. The first black man reached over to a shelf and pulled down a
silver object the second came to my side and fed his dick into my
mouth. I fought to swallow it down he pushed and then I felt the cold
steel be thrusted into my hot fuckhole. The mouth fucker held my head
as I tried to see what the cunt man was up to. I reallty didn’t care
what He did as long as it felt good.

twisted and moved into position. Jane appeared into my limited view.
Her face was covered in Ians cum. She smiled at me and used her
fingers to steer the spunk into her mouth. I knew were I had seen the
shiney tool before and my thought were confirmed as it started to up
my cunt. Wider and wider my lips were stretched, I could feel the man
cranking it open.

pussy to me. Her ass was wide open maybe 2″ or more even though I knew
she had not been fucked in it and her cunt looked even stranger. Her
inner labia had been removed and the outers were pierced 8 times each
side and then pulled back by other rings fitted to her rubber open
crotch panties that pulled on her cunt lip rings. Her cunt was always
pulled fully open for any cock, dildo or fist that wanted to fuck it.
She stood back up and turned to me and giggled.

open for cock, a really slutty piece of meat Ian loves it!’ She then
asked me the question I knew was coming. I pulled off the cock and
said yes before she had finished asking the question, ‘give me a cheap
sluttys cunt please!’.

injections being pumped into my spread cunt, I knew Rob would love it!
Jane told me as the operation started that it should be quick to
remove the inner lips and then the piercing would begin, but before
this they would also remove my clit’s hood to leave it exposed and
also pierce my clit to make it bigger and more sensitive. She then
said that they would also start to stretch my ass like hers so
eventually it stay open for cock to.

and my cunt was made as artificial and deeply slutty as my new
personality needed. Ian said he would ring and talk to Rob and see if
he was interested in a few other improvments he had planned for Jane
next time his friend Dr Hooper was in town. I saw him speak to Jane
and then pick up the phone. After 10 or so minutes he hung up and
smiled at me, before walking over and forcing his dick into my throat.

Hooper, you’ll be wet dreams on legs. NOW SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKING
CUNT SLUT!!’ I rammed my head down on his prick and felt my spine
tingle as I though about what I was becoming, what I was being turned
into. How would I look in a years time, who would I be?

felt sore all over and was still laying I on the examination table.
Jane unstrapped my legs and after a couple of attempts managed to get
upright. My legs acted and my feet were sore from the last 2 days
spent in my highest heels, I considered taking off the spikes but
looked down and decided they looked to good on.

now brightly lit back office of the saloon I felt it stretch and rub
against the gusset of a pairof knickers I had not been wearing when
I arrived. Jane said I would be sore for maybe a couple of days but
that cunts heeled up real quick. I sat with my legs wide apart to get
some relief and we both chained into our next cigarette.

the need to light up more and more. Until I left to go home much
latter in the day I kept pace with Jane quite happily, she said she
averaged 2 packs a day and thought thats what I would settle on. She
said she thought of each cigarette as a little cock to suck and the
smoke was cum slipping down her throat, plus the red glossed ends of
the smoked stub’s looked so slutty as they lay in the ash tray
advertising they had been sucked off by some tart.

extra thick and gave head to another little cock. After a little
rest We went into the saloon were I sat and chatted to Jane’s clients
before heading home. I quiet day by my new standards but I had no
even removed my knickers to see what had been done to my cunt, I
couldn’t wait!!

day, the thought of giving head for a ride for the second day running
was really starting to make me feel really good. I would have loved
that big brown cock in my cunt but I was just too fucking sore.

stockings until last and was then in or a big surprise, as I stepped
off my heels and down on to the ground my legs cramped up and pain
shot up my calf’s. I fell on the bed and still the pain continued, I
then flexed my feet outwards and as I pushed them back into a
similar shape to the shoes had forced the pain died down, relax my
feet and the pain came back. I had heard that high heels could cause
damage to your back and feet but not your legs. I rang Jane and caught
her as she was leaving for home.

and now I’m in fucking agony they ache like cunts!’ I was told to
relax and put my heels back on, she said to call in to the saloon
the next day to pick up some spare mules she had.

wearing, but if I continued as I was I would have to wear heels all
the time even in the shower maybe even in bed. She said I should
choose what I wanted and live with the results. I slid my highest
heels back on and smiled to myself as the pain died down, no return
from this point on, naturally I had decided on heels and higher the
better from now on. I went through to my wardrobe and selected all the
shoes with less than 6″ heels about halfmy collection and carried them
in to the kitchen where they were dropped one by one into the rubbish.
Then back into the bathroom to run a bath.

allowed me to clean up my proudly worn wounds. I had gone since my
post piss shower wash without bathing and the warm water went cloudy
with the mix of cum, piss and makeup.

looking back, no eye brows. lashes just light pink lips and straight
white hair, god I hated my natural face so plain and fucking wholesome
looking.

silver rings through my pussy lips and the lack of inner lips hanging
down was fucking weird. My clit was bright red and swollen to about
little finger tip size and as I touched it a mix of pain and great
pleasure shot through into my gut. I loved the way my new slut cunt
looked as I split my legs further my pussy hole opened up with nothing
to hide my insides, juice started to trickle out and down my crack as
I got turned on by what I saw.

and opening my legs saw how my open cunt looked from behind. I then
noticed a thick pink plug in my ass, it was quite a shock as I had
forgotten it was there being to occupied with my cunt and my feet. I
pulled the fucker out of my ass and was amazed at the size of the 3″
head and 2″ shaft, I hadn’t even noticed it as I had bathed. With it
removed my ass was still open, a nice black hole ready to fuck. I
licked the plug clean and using spit as lube pushed the fucker back up
into my hole.

getting my real face back. As Rob let himself in I was lashes one last
thick layer of mascara, I shouted for him to come in and give me his
approval. The red fishnet lycra micro dress hugged my body showing off
my tits and ass , my nipples showed through nicely as did my ass
crack. White seemed flower pattern hold-ups led down to 6.5″ spike
heeled red patent ankle boots with padlocks down each outside to the
buckled closed. I had built my hair up really big then put it into a
bunch that stuck out each side. I had really gone for a maximum bimbo
look after what Jane had said yesterday, I also made an effort to
change my voice to make it higher and referring to myself in the first
person.

out his prick. With no need to tell me what to do. I sank to my knees
and took his purple head in my mouth, he forced his dick further down
my throat and started to fuck my face as hard as he could his balls
hitting hard into my chin. All I could do was grunt with pleasure as
each blow came and moan as each new compliment was hissed at me

whore, asking to be fucked by any cock, thats it suck my fucking prick
you cum slut bitch’ He pulled back swung me round forced my head down
to the floor and ripped the plug out of my ass before ramming his cock
into my stretched butt hole.

cock, rape me, use me, whore me you fucker! Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ugh
huh!’ . My hair was grabbed and his cock slid into my mouth again, 3
quick strokes and he came buckets, cock snot dripping down onto my
exposed tits. I used my fingers to catch the overflow and feed it back
into my mouth making sure he saw me swallow each time. As his cock
softened he gave me a couple of quick blasts of hot piss to wash down
the thick goo after which I cleaned him up and put his cock away.

restaurant always one of our favourites. My heart sped up as I
realised that the clients and staff at Geovanies would see me and know
what a total slut I had become, my now not so sore pussy started to
flow and drip on my legs as the excitement grew.

blusher, earlier I had used even more black around my eyes to make
them look harder and more whorish looking and now with the extra
colour combined with the drying cum still on my face and lips I was
happy. As an extra touch I pulled the front of my dress down and added
lip gloss to my nipples to make sure they were clearly visible through
the dress. I then hitched it back up and checked my hand mirror, um
nice and cheap.

silence fell. I felt the blood pressure of the restaurants male
clients double as their cocks stiffened and the nails of all the
other bitches flex as they saw me strut over giving all the men a good
show, even bending over at the waist legs wide apart to pick up a
spoon someone had dropped making sure everyone saw my ass and cunt. I
asked Rob ‘Where should Barbi sit?’ in my new little girl voice.

said pointing to the outside chair. His voice seemed so loud and all
the surrounding tables dinners heads swivelled my way, I heard lots of
compliments coming my way as wife’s and girlfriends whispered and
hissed ‘bimbo slut’, ‘whore’, ‘no brains just tits and ass!’ This last
one was my favourite as it proved I had got what I wanted, no longer
thought of as a person or a someone to speak to or ask questions,
just a slut with tits and ass who needs a good fucking, just a piece
of fucking meat. I smiled as I opened my second pack of Marlboro’s.

pointed across the table at me, the waiter nodded and held up 12
fingers, Rob nodded and the waiter left. He returned 10 minutes later
with 2 soup bowls, Rob’s was announced as mushroom consume and mine as
CUM good and simple. Rob said that the 8 kitchen staff and 4 waiters
had all cum in the bowl for me.

for Rob and Italian champagne for me. He smiled as he poured my
champagne for me to try. I smiled as I caught a smell of the liquid as
I sipped the vintage. ‘Uum very nice, very fruity!’ I said as I
swallowed down the piss.

away from us. He looked back to see me topping the glass right up and
taking 2 big gulps before filling my mouth from the spoon of fresh
cum. My second course was a green salad with the restaurants new
speciality CUM Mayo as a dressing and my sweet was a very nice salty
sorbet!

favourite dishes. I had made no attempt to clean my face and chin as I
ate and by now the lower half of my face was awash with my meal so I
simply applied more foundation and makeup to dry up the mess.

thought that that was it for the evening but no I was led towards the
back of the restaurant and into the kitchens. I had guessed what the
charge as by the time I was sucking on the chefs ass hole as my sore
cunt was stuffed with hot Italian sausage and my ass was being used as
the new kitchen waste disposal unit as the junior chefs pissed into
the wide open hole.

and cum as the head waiter held my bunches and fucked my mouth as hard
as he could, grunting as his cock forced its way down my throat. I
looked into his eyes and smiled round his prick. “You dirty cunt” was
all he said to me as his balls raised tightened and emptied. I
swallowed most of his snot but allowed a little to dribble from my
mouth, all good whores like to make their trick feel they produce lots
of cum!

still shiney and wet from my tongue bath. He pulled a collar from his
jacket pocket and a long chain lead, he placed to collar round my
neck, I felt a dull thud as he pushed to ends together and the lock
shut. The collar was very thick black rubber with 1″ long sharp studs
in 3 rows and a 4 large ‘D’ rings 1 ever quarter. Rob fixed to lead to
one of the ‘D’ rings and used it to pull me towards the doorway
leading back out to the restaurant.

tits and ass on full display, cum round my mouth and piss and cum
leaking from my ass and cunt was fucking wondefful never had I felt
like such a complete slut, used as a cunt by the kitchen staff, used
as a toilet by the chef, used as a slut by Rob and used as a whore to
pay the bill.

for a bitch like me. I pulled back on the lead and attracted Rob’s
attention, he looked back as I seperated my legs, stuck my ass out as
far as I could and pissed, full force, sending a jet of cummy urine
down onto the floor of the restaurant. As the stream died I stuck my
right hand as far up my cunt as I could, fisting myself, after a
couple of good hard pushes I pulled out my hand and licked it clean.

someone in the background had taken a series of shots with his camera,
I saw the flashes. The head waiter had appeared from the kitchen and
looked at Rob, who pulled on my lead and we left the restaurant, an
Italian meal to remember!

cock all the way back and then payed for our fare in the normal way,
on my knees.

through Jane and myself. They annouced to us that we were going away
for a weekend to a little place they knew and as soon as we got back
we were going to see Dr Hooper. The finer details of these plans went
over our heads as we were both bent over Rob’s kitchen table having
our ass’s fucked.

and Ian swapped places. Rob had had his cock pierced like Ian and the
large ring he wears made Jane squeal with pleasure as he rammed his
cock home.

having our assholes reamed, we love it. Ian pulled out of Janes ass
and stuck his cock in my mouth as he started to shoot, I swallowed
every drop and took a long deep drag as saw Jane do the same.

fucking bimbo’s.” Rob smiled at us.

of the day and giggled.

by paying for the boys to have theirs and lunch was on me. We arrived
at the house about 5 in the afternoon on the saturday.

into massive living room. The thing that caught me and Jane’s
attention were the hardcore porn pictures on the walls, the animal
fucking video playing on the TV, the dozens of hardcore magazines
everwhere. The table in the centre of the room was covered in toys,
massive plastic fists, jelly dildo’s, vibrators, nipple clamps and
nice big bottles.

enourmous red jelly dildo’s and started to give them head. Rob and Ian
found a box of thin surgical gloves and a large tube of vaseline, as
we watched and sucked our toys they greased up their fists and
wandered in our direction.

back, Rob pushed his greasy fore finger into my cunt and his thumb
into my butt, I sucked harder on my plastic cock. First 1 finger then
2 then 3 then 4 then the whole fucking thing up to the wrist. My
orgasms were unbelievable as he rammed his fist in and out and grew as
he forced his fist up against my bladder causing me to piss myself
with plesasure.

work it into my ass. With the continous wearing of a large butt plug
my hole had become relaxed and was now always open an inch or so, the
oily fist sank in easly as I pressed down and tried to shit so opening
up even more. Rob was breathing hard as he jammed the plastic fist and
his punched his fist in and out. The pleasure started to build up as
my body relaxed and gave up the fight.

your di-rty whore!!!” My speech was broken by the force of the fists
pumping in to me.

to a gag in her mouth, Ian was standing over her and was pissing into
the funnel, then tossing off into the funnel. While this was happening
Jane had a massive double ended dildo stuffed up her ass and cunt and
2 pairs of nipple clamps fixed between her cunt lips and her tits.

a tall man appeared in the room before all four of us and sat down and
simply watched. We didn’t miss a beat as the screaming and swearing
reached a peak, Rob pulled out his fist and rammed the other plastic
fist deep into my ass, he then slipped round and stuck his cock into
my throat. My body shook and I came forcing both fists out and pissing
and shitting myself. Jane’s gagged voice grunted loudly as the dildo’s
popped out of her and Ian forced his fists up into at the same time.

literally fucked and it was all I could do to suck Rob’s cock clean.
The mystery man got to his feet and walked forwards, grabbbing Ians
hand and shaking it like an old friend. He then reached across to Rob
and shook his annoucing himself.

Wendi, come here Wendi cunt!” From the doorway appeared Wendi his
wife!?!

were the first thing you noticed, 60-70 inches at least! Massive hair
was next, bright white blonde. Then her lips, thick and very very
pouty. Then her waist, incredibly small maybe 18 inches. Her ass 34-35
inches. Her feet, she was walking on points with 7.5″ heels. Lastly
you noiced her clothes and makeup, rubber and lycra so tight and so
thin it showed every detail, a micro dress so short it showed her
bare, pierced, wide open cunt, so low cut it only acted as support for
her tits leaving the pierced nipples clearly on show.

stockings. And her makeup made ours look normal, heavy is not the
word. Every feature was painted in on a blank and stripped natural
face. She was the ultimate slut, Rob and Ian’s wet dream made real.

ass cheeks. Her nails, fuck me her nails! 3″ long talons painted deep
red, chained together. Each finger had at least 2 rings. Our attention
was then suddenly taken from her hands to her ass, her hole was
enormous, looked like she had been fisted only moments before, it hung
open 3″ s at least. She inserted her hand into her ass to the wrist
and then repeated the same thing with her other hand into her cunt.
All the while licking her lips and groaning. She slowly spoke in a
high pitched girly voice.

please fuck me.”

there dumbly pouting. “God she is so beautiful” said Ian.

slut nurse outfit refilled the syringe and gave Jane her measure of
tranquiliser. The last thing I remember is the sound of Wendi’s heels
clacking on the floor as she sank to the floor and started pulling on
Rob and Ians cocks before feeding them into her large mouth.

‘God my fucking feet so much! Aaaargh get me some fucking pain killers
you stupid cunt!’ I had just woken and my feet were throbbing, my legs
were throbbing and my head was doing the same.Wendi tottered over with
a small cup and told me to drink it. At last the pain started to die
down. I looked at the source of the trouble to find my legs and feet
covered by a sheet held away from me by a frame work. ‘Wendi Cunt show
me my feet’ Wendi looked at my face as she pulled back the cover. My
feet and legs were fixed to the frame via bolts and rods connected
through my skin to the bones, my feet were held in a pointed toe
position by a series of padded rollers in front of my shin behind my
calf and in front of my foot. It looked like a scene from a horror
film. ‘Oh fuck, what has that old cunt done to me?’ I thought as I
looked at the damage. The room started to go soft and dark as the
painkiller took affect…….

I woke with a start, ‘got to look at my legs and feet that butcher has
ruined them’ I looked down at my beautiful legs and feet and there
they were, I was so happy as I looked down to see my feet in some
gorgeous strappy sandals, red patent leather, nice thin ankle straps,
7 ½ ” long super sharp spike heels. My feet looked so pretty held to
point by my shoes. I sat up and turned to the side to allow my legs to
dangle over the side of the bed. Reached down and undid the sandals,
pulled and off they came, my feet remained pointed. Wendi approached
and smiled at me ‘your feet are so beautiful now Barbi, my husband did
do a good job for you. He shortened your tendons, reset your feet and
ankles. You had better put your shoe back on, you can’t walk or stand
without them!’

large cupboard. I removed the second shoe and waited for Wendi. The
locker opened and was stuffed full of new things including a lovely
pair of black patent ankle boots with shiney metal spikes 7 ” long
to die for. I slid them on and pulled the straps tight. My firt steps
were very hesitant and Wendi held me from behind. But as my ass
started to swing out and my body became used to the new way of moving
I started to strutt very nicely. ‘you had better lie back down Barbi,
I need to give you some drugs to help you’ Back to bed I went and
relaxed as Wendi pumped several shots into my arm, I lifted my feet up
to look at, the light gleamed off the leather as I turned my feet to
see the heels, they are so high, so fucking high and I love them.

The next period was fucking weird, I remember waking 5 or 6 times and
thats all I remember! I have been told that I seemed to understand
what was happening and that I loved what they were doing, I do love
what they did.

react, like it was full of cotton wool ‘Err Oooh yeh Hi Wendi
Cunt, you look nice today’ I said in a strangley high pitched voice.
The first thing on my mind was must get to a mirror and check my
makeup. I sat up and saw the mirror already at the foot of the bed as
I looked into it I felt the thrill go down my back I was just so
beautiful! Wendi moved the mirror back and told me to get
out of bed so I could get dressed. My shoes touched the floor for the
first time, Wendi had kindly put on some pumps with 7 ” spikes so I
could stand as she dressed me. It was only as I went to the mirror
again to do my makeup I noticed what had happened, my mind was still
very slow and muddled.

small, very fucking small, my legs looked different longer and
thinner. My face was perfect, fat thick lips, smaller nose, blue eyes,
high cheek bones. I opened my mouth and it seemed to open for ever
much more than before, I clenched my fist and it fitted in. I
continued to look in the mirror, my hair was whiter, bigger, thicker.

stared at the mirror image ‘you are now 66GGG, 18, 40. Your hair will
grow this color from now on, you need to wear at least 7″ tall heels
to be able to walk and stand, you have had 2 ribs removed from each
side to allow your new waist size, your lips are collogen enhanced,
your tits are soya oil enhanced, your ass hormone enhanced, your nose
has been reduced and reprofiled.If you turn and look in the mirror you
will see your asshole has been relaxed further allowing it to remain
3″ open at all times, so you need to wear a plug with at least a 4″
head. Your cunt has been neatened up, the last bits of your inner
labia removed, larger gauge rings fitted.’ I was struggling to
keep up as I turned this way and that in front of the mirror, my
asshole was open and as I pushed 4 fingers up it it opened easily. I
took the greased plug offered and pushed it easily into my lovely big
asshole.

to 55 using ECT and hormone therapy, you may have noticed some
problems with clear thinking already, things will improve as your
vocabualry shrinks and your mind gets used to your new body.’ I sat
down on my bed for a second to steady myself, I started to smile as it
sunk in, my thoughts came slowly but added up. I had been changed into
a brainless bimbo slut, Rob’s dream women. I smiled.

cocks up it, my first double ass fuck, Jane hadn’t been woken yet as
her operations happened after mine were complete. I wriggled and
giggled as 4″ diameter dildo sank into my cunt, luckily it was fixed
by its base as I hammered up and down on the lovely cocks.

front to back zip on her shorts, bent over at the waist and pissed
over my face and into my mouth.

fucking cunt’ I looked towards the source of the champagne and loved
the way her whole ass had turned inside with the pressure of pissing,
it was pouting about an inch and was fully open letting me see her hot
pink guts. I pulled her down upto my face and drank in the warm treat.

his cock, he grabbed her hair and pulled her full on to his dick, then
pulled her off then on then off. His eye’s closed as he shot the spunk
into Wendi’s sucking mouth. She looked back at me as her piss dried
up, opened her mouth and showed me the cum, I nodded to her and back
she came to feed her baby birdy its food, she let the spunk trickle
out of her mouth and into my throat.

and started to pee, she pulled away from me and smiled as she looked
deep into my eyes.

dead Barbi, corrupt, debased, no love, no innocence, no self esteem,
just the need to be used.’ I smiled back at her and thanked her for
the compliment. Our collogen lips met and the hot sperm on our tongues
mixed. Rob pulled out of my ass and rushed back up to my face.

first it stung but as I moved my clouded eyes about it stopped. I felt
the cum liquify and then start to set as Wendi still held my eyes wide
open. I could hear Ian pushing Wendi’s butt plug in to keep Ian’s piss
and her shit inside for a while.

cum slowly running down my face from my eyes was wonderful and even
better when it reached my lips and mouth. My tongue dragged the lumps
in, yummy. At this point my ass was filled with Robs cock and started
to warm up as he gave me the last of his piss, I looked back at him as
he and Ian cleared their throats and spat into my asshole. The plug
felt good as it popped home, sealing in all the good stuff.

drink piss for the next week, it will help you get used to your new
life’ said Dr Hooper as he helped to fill up the beaker Wendi was
holding. ‘No Wendi Cunt its not for you’ Wendi was licking her lips as
her husband pumped out floods of yellow sperm.

male staff had given generously, gardener, chauffeur, chef, Rob and
Ian. He opened the pot and told me to open my mouth. I did and stuck
out my tongue as a greeting for my lunch. The cool thick goo fell
slowly into my eager mouth.

collecting in the stables later today, can’t have you loosing weight
now can we’. I smiled up at him as he mentioned the stables, I would
have pints of horse spunk to swallow. Dr Hooper pulled his cock a
couple of times to straighten up his foreskin and then placed his cock
head on my tongue. His piss tasted excellent really strong and
slightly cigarette flavoured.

again. He said this was excellent, he had smoking in mind as he to
loved to smoke. He left the room and came back with a syringe full of
yellow liquid and injected it into my ass.

your habit up nicely, another couple and you’ll be able to start
smoking as I much as we would like you to, very very heavily.

was instructed to sit on the pan and pull out my plug, the hot liquid
flooded out with a splash and a long farting noise. I felt behind me
and was pleased to feel my ass had puckered and pouted nicely, I
pushed extra hard to make more of my colon extend out. ‘So you would
like me to really ruin your asshole for you my dear, a nice little
anal prolapse should give you what you want. I will attend to it
straight away’. Wendi pulled her plug out and let rip into the pan.
The lid of the pan was let down and Wendi left carrying her precious
cargo.

ass, not my favourite kind, another syringe.

ever Ian had gotten into piercing big time and Jane had rings and bars
everywhere. Her upper and lower lips had 8 rings each, her eye brows 3
each side, her nose again 3 each side and 2 through her septum. She
opened her mouth as she saw me looking and showed 4 rings and 3 posts
in her tongue. She then turned her head to show me her ears. Both had
thick silver rings covering the whole length top to bottom. ’25 each
side she said with a sexy lisp, plus the flesh tunnels’ Her lobes had
been stretched and each had a 1″ hole punched through with a steel
tunnel.

slutty bitch’ She smiled at me and took a step back. Her tits were
also massive and had very thick rings and bars running through her
nipples, the bars ran vertical and were 8mm in size and the rings were
across the bars and much bigger 10mm maybe. From the rings hung chains
down to her twice pierced navel and down to her cunt. I had never seen
such a gorgeous looking cunt it was pulled open by its outer labia
rings and had every possible piercing, clit, from pisshole to
cunthole.

those they are so lovely’.

new asshole. I had forgotten about this and could not wait to see.
Jane held the mirror as I looked on in wonder. My asshole was pouting
and wide open as it hung below my body by 2″. I pushed down like I
wanted to shit and it got longer. Jane licked her lips and bent down
beneath me, she started to suck on my asshole as it pulsed and moved
as I strained. It was like she was giving head to a short fat cock as
she stroked her tongue over my hot wet ass. Warm piss erupted from my
gash as Jane feed her tongue into my ass. My orgasm took me by
surprise as my guts churned and my cunt pissed.

exit of my prolapsed asshole. Jane lent forward again and bit into the
shit. She heaved as she backed away and started to churn the poop
around her mouth.

Jane pushed her tongue into my facecunt and left my prize. Back to my
ass and another mouthful much more this time.

washing down you dirt cunts’ she said as she poured our drinks. My
first taste was of the phlegm floating on top of the piss mixture. It
was salty and slide down my throat. The glass showed the mix for what
it was as the bits of shit floated in a sea of urine. We both grinned
at each other as we downed the glasses and deep frenched each other.

horse cum and syringes full of nicotine. Jane drank her lunch straight
from the bottle as her injection sunk into her big ass. I had Dr
Hooper feed a tube down my throat and pour it in using a funnel gag.
his left me to suck the bottle clean, before his piss hit the spot.

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Bethany stood in the changing room, looked at the thin scrap of a T-shirt and tiny hot pants in her hands, and wondered how it had come to this.

Well, maybe she didn’t wonder. She knew exactly how it had come to this. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

Four months before, Bethany had graduated from high school. She found herself in that broad middle class throng of college applicants whose families had too much money to get need-based aid, but not enough to afford college tuition. Actually, that wasn’t technically true. Bethany’s parents could have afforded her tuition, but Dad really wanted that BMW and Mom really wanted that condo. This was not new to Beth. She was used to coming in low on her parents’ priority list. Now, though, she was faced with a problem: how to pay for her first year at State.

Academic scholarships helped some. Bethany had studied relentlessly, and it paid off with a 4.0 her senior year, but the scholarships weren’t nearly enough. Mom and Dad finally forked over some money, but that still left her well short. Student loans would leave her deep in debt upon graduation. The military would have obligated her for at least four years, and besides, mindless conformity and obedience wasn’t Beth’s idea of a life. The best solution seemed to be a part-time job, something she could do after school hours and on the weekends. It would be hard to balance with her schoolwork, and it would just about kill her social life, but she could manage.

Bethany enrolled at State that September and immediately started searching the want ads. She was about to take a job at a shoe store when one night her best friend from childhood and dormitory roommate, Tina, who was a year ahead of her in school, had a bright idea.

“Beth, why don’t you come work at Jugs with me?”

“Oh Tina, I don’t know.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Why not?”

Bethany could think of a couple of reasons why not, mostly to do with Jugs itself. Jugs was a national restaurant chain, kind of like Denny’s, that offered a simple menu: omelettes, steaks, sandwiches, chicken, seafood, burgers, “Jugs’ Famous Hot Wings”, and beer. The gimmick was the Jug Girls. Jug Girls, as the waitresses were called, wore microscopic, skin-tight orange shorts, T-shirts that were tied up beneath their breasts to show them off, sandals, and nothing else. The logo of a splendidly endowed woman holding two jugs of liquor was well known.

It was all harmless, Beth reflected. Jug Girls didn’t strip, do lap dances, or anything of that nature. They just had to smile, be friendly, wait on customers, and chat if the customers wanted to talk. Really, it was rather innocent.

“I just don’t think that’s for me.”

“What are you talking about? You’re gorgeous! Plus, we could hang out together more! Please?”

Tina was right in at least one thing. Bethany was gorgeous. She was five feet, six inches tall, with shoulder length, slightly wavy chestnut brown hair, and wide, expressive brown eyes to match. Her face was heart-shaped, and her cheeks dimpled when she smiled. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Men noticed her firm 36C breasts, flat stomach, nicely flaring hips, and long legs kept firm and toned by jogging. Despite her obvious beauty, Beth was not vain and usually dressed casually. Actually, she didn’t like being gawked at. Men always wanted to treat women as sex objects, not human beings, and it made her angry when men talked to her breasts and not to her face. This was part of the reason why she had only had sex twice in her life, the first time when she was 16, a foolish fling with a football player, and again during the drunken revelry of a graduation party.

“And all those men would be staring at me, Tina. I don’t think so. I hate that.”

“Oh give me a break! What does it matter? Men are always going to look at you, Beth. All you have to do at Jugs is smile and bring them food, and the tips are a lot better there than an ordinary restaurant. You’ll make more there than you will at the shoe store, too. Trust me.”

“OK, I’ll think about it” she had said, and a week later she was working at the local Jugs, standing in the changing room, looking at her tiny uniform and wondering how it had come to this. She sighed quietly and put it on. If this helped her pay for her education degree, it was worth it.

One day during her second week on the job, the store manager, Mr. Davis–”call me Tim”–came up to her shortly before closing. Tim was handsome in an Ivy League preppie kind of way, but Bethany didn’t like him. His first-name familiarity did not conceal a condescending manner. He was smug and cocky, and he talked down to all the girls there. Really, he annoyed Bethany to no end. Tina had an obvious crush on him, though.

“Beth, you need to stay after closing to watch the orientation video.”

Fuck! When am I going to do my homework, she thought. “What video?”

“Oh, just a video put out by the company for all new employees. Welcome aboard, corporate philosophy, blah blah blah. It lasts about 45 minutes.”

Whatever. “Fine. I’d better go tell Tina; we came here together.”

So after cleaning up, Beth found herself in the changing room with three other girls who’d been hired in the previous month. Tina sat down in the chair next to her, which struck Beth as odd. “What are you doing here? You’ve been working here a year!”

A shrug. “Got nothing else to do.”

Tim popped the tape in the VCR and left. Onscreen came a trim, attractive woman in her late thirties, dressed in a business suit. “Hi, I’m Jane Norton, vice- president in charge of personnel. I was a Jug Girl almost twenty years ago, just like you are now. I thought it was just a temp job, but then I found out about all the wonderful opportunities that Jugs Incorporated has to offer….”

Bethany’s attention wandered. A full day of classes followed by a shift at Jugs always left her tired. The video was quite dull, and surprisingly amateurish. The lighting flickered in a distracting manner, and there seemed to be a background buzz, an electronic warbling that rose and fell in pitch, sometimes in sync with the flickering light, sometimes not. With the lights off (Tim turned them off), the whole room flickered with the video. Bethany kind of zoned out after a bit, watching Ms. Norton, watching the light flash, listening to the buzz, letting Jane Norton’s soft soothing words run through her brain….

“…. I remember my Jug Girl outfit. It made me SO horny! It got to where all I could think about was sucking cock and spreading my legs….”

…. No, she couldn’t have said that… But the outfit does make me horny…. I bet she’s got big tits….

“…. feels good to obey, doesn’t it? I know it makes me feel good….”

…. good to obey….

A hand, shaking her arm. A voice in her ear. “Beth, wake up! Pretty boring tape, isn’t it?”

Bethany opened her eyes. The other girls were rising from their chairs, looking dazed and wobbly. Tina was grasping her arm and grinning.

Tina’s other hand was resting on Beth’s bare thigh–all the way up her thigh, next to her crotch. Beth noticed this in a strangely detached manner. She also noticed Tina. Her best friend and roommate was what you might call zaftig, or pleasantly plump. Tina was five foot three, with thick blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She didn’t have Bethany’s fashion-model build, but she did have a ripe voluptuous sex appeal, with a round ass and 38D breasts that always seemed to be straining the tensile strength of her T-shirt. Bethany had known Tina since grade school, so she knew what Tina looked like, but somehow right then she was seeing her anew.

Beth stared at Tina’s heaving tits, which were about to spill out of her blouse. Tina hadn’t been wearing bras much lately. “Huh? What?”

“Come on sleepy, time to go home.”

That night, Bethany had a dream. She dreamt that she was on her knees, sucking a man’s cock. She didn’t know who he was. She couldn’t even see his face. He was beautiful, though. She loved him. No, she didn’t just love him; she worshipped him. It was only right and proper for a worthless slut like her to be down on her knees worshipping Master.

When she touched his thick, hard cock, Bethany trembled with desire. She had gone down on guys precisely four times in her life, usually out of a sense of obligation, but now she felt a horrible hunger, a desperate need to have Master’s cock in her mouth.

She opened her lips and took him inside. Beth plunged to the base of his shaft, burying her face in his curly hairs, before sliding back to his tip, where she licked and sucked all over it before swallowing him whole again. Master seemed to grow even bigger in her mouth. Bethany tasted the salty tang of the precum that trickled into her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on Master’s wonderful cock, Bethany felt perfectly at peace, perfectly happy and content, filled with the warm, joyful glow of a horny little slut getting a taste of the cock she craved.

Master stiffened, and held her head tighter. Beth bobbed up and down very fast now, knowing he would cum soon, and feeling her pussy tighten, knowing that she would cum too, because she had serviced her Master.

Master gasped and exploded in her mouth. Bethany swallowed it all, hungrily, still sucking, desperate for every last drop. Her own orgasm raced through her, and she collapsed against Master’s crotch, his cock still in her mouth as she moaned.

She woke up from her dream drenched in sweat, panting, and more than a little bit frightened.

The rest of the week was uneventful. School, work, school, work. On Saturday Beth put in a nine-to-four day at Jugs. Then, during her Sunday shift, Mr. Davis, ol’ call-me-Tim himself, came up to her.

“Hi Beth, how are things?” Tim smiled his oily smile and poured on all his false friendliness. Beth was annoyed, as usual.

“Pretty good, I guess.” Or at least, she thought she was annoyed. Her face flushed, and her stomach fluttered. He was very handsome, after all. Could he be interested in her?

“Looks like you’ve been earning your pay today. How are you liking it here?” Tim’s eyes feasted on Bethany’s curvy body. Men ogled her all day, of course–it was her job–but she didn’t like Tim’s predatory leer. Well, at least before she didn’t like it. Now his lusty stares were flattering and encouraging. Maybe he does like me, she thought.

“Oh, it’s great! Everybody’s very friendly, and the money’s pretty good after tips.” Beth flashed her most winning smile, and unconsciously thrust her breasts out at him.

“Good, good”, murmured Tim, as if he wasn’t really listening. “Beth, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay after work today to watch another orientation video.”

Dammit. Plenty of homework awaited her back at the dorm. “Again? What is this one about?”

“Oh, employee benefits, vacation time, time-and-a-half, that sort of thing. Hey, you get time-and-a-half just for watching the video!”

His eyes twinkled, and Beth got warm inside. “OK, Tim.” Yep, he was definitely cute.

Once again, after shift the new girls assembled in the changing room. Once again, Tina accompanied Bethany. “I hope this one is a little more interesting”, Beth remarked. Tina laughed and said “Yeah, you were out like a light last time.”

Once again, Judy Norton appeared, wearing her tailored business suit and cheerful grin. Unfortunately, the video was just as boring as before, and just as shoddy. Even more so, really. The flicker and hum were even more distracting. As before, Bethany’s mind wandered, and she found herself drifting away.

“…. Remember, you must always swallow, unless Master wants you to take it on your face. Master likes it when you swallow. Besides, it tastes so good, and you get so hot when he….”

“…. at his feet. It feels good to sit at Master’s feet and wait for his command. You want him to use you….”

This was much more of a blackout. When Bethany came to, she was already in Tina’s car and they were halfway to the dorm. Also, she was still wearing her tiny little Jugs uniform. A small corner of her mind said that this was strange, but Beth was not bothered. Indeed, she was wonderfully calm and relaxed.

Tina, wearing her regular tank top and shorts, was chatting away idly. Bethany’s eyes traced the curve of Tina’s breasts underneath the tank top. Her tits were so nice, so big and beautiful. Tina’s nipples were visibly stiff beneath the fabric. So, Beth realized, were hers.

Tina was talking about work. “God, Mr. Davis is so hot! I love the way he looks in those jeans. Don’t you think so, Beth?” Tina turned to look at her, and caught Beth ogling her tits. Their eyes met, and Beth blushed. Tina grinned, and was still grinning when they turned into the dormitory parking lot.

“We’re home!”

Homework was a drag. Try as she might, Bethany couldn’t focus. She read Faulkner’s “A Rose for Emily” for Lit class twice and still didn’t get much out of it. Her Chemistry homework was baffling, and Intro to Calculus was even worse. Finally Bethany clapped her book shut and pushed her chair away from the desk in frustration. None of her teachers checked homework anyway.

That wasn’t like her, blowing off her homework. Lounging around in nothing but a pair of panties wasn’t like her either, especially with Tina in the room, but lounging she was. Her long nightshirt sat in its drawer unused. Beth looked down at her big firm round boobs, and felt a small twinge of pride. It was a shame that she had to cover up such beautiful tits. It was much more fun to show them off–but who was she showing off for now, in her dorm room?

Tina was in a T-shirt and panties, sitting in her recliner, listening to music on her headphones. She took them off when she saw Beth slam her book shut in disgust.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t concentrate, that’s what. I don’t know what’s the matter with me.”

Tina gave a sympathetic smile. “Poor Beth.” She got up from her recliner and stood next to Beth’s chair. “I know what’s the matter with you. You’re distracted.” She moved behind the chair, put her hands on Beth’s shoulders, and began to massage. “And you’re really tense too.”

Tina’s touch was wonderful. Beth closed her eyes and sighed. She felt her whole body relax from the sensation. Tina continued to massage Bethany’s neck, shoulders, and upper back, talking all the while. “I know how that feels, being tense. You just can’t think. I get that way when I go without sex for a long time. I get so goddamned horny I want to fuck every man I see.”

Bethany had slumped in her chair and leaned her head back. Now it was resting between the plump pillows of Tina’s tits. It felt so good to nestle between them. As Tina gently kneaded Beth’s upper body, her perfect boobs rubbed up and down Beth’s head. The thin cotton of her T-shirt was all that separated Beth from her warm flesh.

“Maybe that’s your problem, honey. Maybe you just need a man. Somebody to fuck your brains out. How long has it been, Beth? I can’t remember the last time I even saw you with a guy.”

Nearly five months, Bethany thought. She wasn’t thinking very much now, though, just enjoying her massage. Tina’s hands were sliding down Beth’s chest now. Tina pressed down, starting from Beth’s neck, exerting pressure on her collarbone, her upper chest, and down to the swell of her breasts. Bethany tingled every time Tina touched her boobs. At the same time she leaned her head further back and sought to bury herself deeper in Tina’s cleavage.

“God, you must need to be fucked so bad. I know I love getting fucked. I love the feel of a hard cock inside me. I love it in my mouth, too.” Tina reached all the way down and touched Bethany’s nipples. Beth shivered as Tina pinched and rolled them. Suddenly she couldn’t take it anymore. She sat up and turned, facing Tina, leaning against her, knees on the chair, breasts bouncing. She pulled Tina close and kissed her hard, tongue plunging into her roommate’s mouth. Tina opened her eyes wide with surprise, but she quickly recovered, returning the kiss with fervor and taking Beth into her arms.

Bethany pulled back, hopped out of the chair, and embraced Tina again, whipping off Tina’s T-shirt with one motion. Their tits pressed against each other as the girls explored each other’s mouths. Tina grabbed Beth’s ass, squeezing her supple cheeks.

Suddenly a mental fog lifted. Beth realized what she was doing and pulled back. The girls looked at each other, Tina the picture of calm, Beth brimming with tears. Finally she broke away, dove into the tiny bath they shared with the next room, locked the door, and burst into tears. What is wrong with me? she thought.

For a little while there was silence. Then, as Bethany sobbed in the bathroom, she heard Tina say reassuringly, “All right, honey, I’m going to bed.” Sure enough, when Bethany emerged from the bathroom a little later, Tina was curled up in her bed and sleeping soundly.

Beth expected some sort of awkwardness the next morning, but Tina was her usual bubbly self. Indeed, as the day wore on, she felt more and more embarrassed about her overreaction the night before. What was the matter with a little kissing? Tina had such a sexy body, and such fantastic tits.

Classes whizzed by in a blur. Bethany spent most of her day fantasizing about Tina and/or Tim rather than paying attention. Her math teacher, a rather elderly professor, was conducting an important review session for the test on Friday, but all Beth could think about was sitting in his lap, nuzzling his neck, and playing with his cock. He probably has a big cock, she thought. God, I’m so horny; I can’t wait to go to work.

Jugs was hopping that night. Bethany was fetching plates and pitchers of beer virtually nonstop. At about 8 pm, when she went to the counter to drop off an order, she saw Tim by the register, staring at her. She sashayed over eagerly. “What’s up Tim?” she said, pushing her breasts out for his inspection. He’s so good looking. I wonder how he is in bed….

“Oh not much, Beth, just wanted to say what a great job you’re doing. I’ve had several customers tell me that you’re their favorite waitress.”

“Really? That’s wonderful!” Bethany’s heart leaped in her chest. She had pleased him! She did what Tim told her to do, and he was happy! A wave of satisfaction passed over her, and her pussy started to tingle.

“Yes it is. I must say that you’re fitting in wonderfully. Oh by the way, you need to stay after to watch the next video in the orientation series.”

“What?” The rational part of her mind rose up and told her that was a very bad idea. A flood of panic washed her calm, happy feeling away.

“The next video. Very important. It’s on Customer Service.”

Beth took a step back. She looked to her left and her right, searching for a friendly face, or a way out. “No, I can’t, um, I don’t–”

“You have to, Bethany.” Tim took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “It’s required.”

Beth’s voice was small and frightened. “No. Please, don’t make me.”

Tim’s response was to slip a hand behind her and grab her ass. Beth stiffened and took a sudden sharp breath. Her boss smiled gently. “Now Beth, you really must; it’s quite important.” Tim began to squeeze and fondle Beth’s ass behind the concealment of the register. She closed her eyes and sighed. “You want to learn about Customer Service, don’t you, Beth? You need to be a good servant, don’t you?”

Now Tim’s hand was inside Beth’s little shorts and panties, exploring. Beth swayed a bit and moaned, “Yeessss….”

Tim drew her into an embrace. Beth curled up against him, panting, rubbing against him as he stroked her. “And Beth,” he whispered into her ear, “I want you to.” This drew a whimper of arousal. “You want to do what I tell you to do, don’t you?”

Beth was now humping against Tim (and his rock-hard cock) rather vigorously, drawing startled glances from a few customers. “Yes Tim, yes!” Then, quietly against his chest, “oh, oh, oh God don’t stop!”

Tim rubbed harder. “It feels good to do what you’re told.”

Between grunts and squeals Bethany gasped “Yes, feels good, oh Maaasterrr!” Then she came, with a shudder, huddling against Tim and gasping as her climax sliced through her.

Tim withdrew his hand, which was quite damp, and cleaned it with his handkerchief. “Good girl. Now go and take care of your customers.” Bethany nodded and stepped away, a dazed grin on her face.

Her mind was conflicted as she waited tables. She had let her boss finger her to orgasm in public, concealed only by the cash register. Some of the customers had to have seen. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. Yet at the same time, from another corner a deep current of arousal flowed through her. Tim had embarrassed her. Tim had ordered her. Tim had used her. The thought made her heart race with excitement.

Similarly Bethany had two minds about the video she had to watch. She knew there was something very strange about those videos, and she suspected they were responsible for the alien thoughts and feelings that were coursing through her. She had to leave, right away, before it was too late–but she felt an overpowering urge to obey Tim. Even then, as she stood behind the counter and gathered her thoughts, the thought of leaving without seeing the video filled her with a quivering dread. If she did what Tim said, though, she would be safe. Do what Tim said, and everything would be all right. The part of her mind that was screaming a warning faded away, replaced by a calm serenity. She must do as she was told.

The scene was familiar now. Bethany and the other new girls sat in the darkened room and watched the poorly shot video play. Jane Norton came on again, in her prim little business suit. “Hello. In this video we will be talking about Customer Service. Customer Service is one of the most important parts of our corporate philosophy. Remember, the customer is always right!”

As before, Beth’s thoughts drifted away. She lay sprawled in her wooden chair, limp, unblinking, drooling, eyes fixed on Jane Norton….

“…. always pleases her Master. Pleasing Master is what you are for. Nothing is more important than pleasing Master….”

“…. should shave your body hair for Master. A good slave must never have hair below the neck….”

Bethany did not come to until they were more than halfway home. She was slumped crookedly in the passenger seat, with Tina driving in silence. Beth looked at her roommate and tried to speak: “What….Tina, what….”

Tina looked over at her dazed friend and smiled. “It’s OK, Beth, we’re almost there.” Then she glanced further down and grinned wickedly. “Guess someone’s feeling pretty horny tonight, huh?”

Bethany looked down at her lap and realized she was masturbating. Her legs were spread obscenely far apart and she was rubbing her pussy furiously with two fingers. She cringed with shame, but it felt so good! Very quickly she forgot her shame and rubbed even harder, her clit was on fire, she needed to cum….

Beth squealed with her climax just as Tina parked the car. Tina waited a moment for Bethany’s panting to subside, and then turned to her friend with a look very much like pride. “There, honey, didn’t that feel good?” Beth’s only reply was a weak nod. “Wonderful. You’re doing just great, Beth. You’re going to make a fantastic slut.”

Yes. A slut. That felt right.

A bit later, in the privacy of their room, a more coherent Bethany stared forlornly at her Calculus textbook. She had meant to ask Tim if she could knock off early to study for the test, but she hadn’t gotten around to it. She had meant to prepare for the exam every night of this week, but she hadn’t. Now she was facing a late-night cramming session. Her enormous textbook began to look more and more like a tombstone.

As Beth contemplated her predicament, Tina stepped out of the bath. She wore a babydoll nightie, which showed off her round, heavy tits to great advantage, and nothing else. Her blond hair gleamed in the half-light of Beth’s study lamp. Beth stared, struck by her friend’s beauty.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

“It’s this fucking Calculus test, Tina. I’m in deep trouble. It’s tomorrow, and I’m not ready. What am I going to do?”

Tina stepped over to Bethany and leaned forward to flip through the textbook. Her tits dangled in front of Beth’s face. “Can’t blame you, really. This is boring stuff.” She shut the book and turned to face Beth. “You don’t care about that, do you?” Beth swallowed nervously. She could smell Tina’s perfume. Tina bent down to her ear and whispered, “What do you want, baby?” Beth closed her eyes, breathed deep of Tina’s perfume, and sighed. Tina straddled Beth in the chair, sat in her lap, and pulled off the nightie.

Bethany opened her eyes and saw Tina’s nakedness: her soft white skin, her big D-cups inches in front of Beth’s face, and her sopping pussy in Beth’s lap. Suddenly she was scared, and she reached up to push Tina away. “What have you done to me?” she asked.

Tina’s only response was to plant a firm, passionate kiss on her mouth. Beth resisted at first, but soon she melted, returning the kiss with style. Tina pulled back and placed Beth’s hand on her breast. “Let me give you what you want.”

Soon the girls were on the floor, naked in each other’s arms. Beth’s bra and panties had come to rest in the far corner of the room. There was a blur of kissing and sucking and touching as they explored each other’s bodies. Tina got up and sucked Beth’s nipple while she stroked her clit. Beth lay on the floor, awash in sensual pleasure. Briefly, awareness returned, and she wondered how it had come to this. Well, maybe she didn’t wonder. Maybe she knew exactly how it had come to this.

Tina moved down Beth’s chest and belly, sprinkling kisses, until she got to Beth’s pussy. Gently, lovingly, she pulled her roommate’s lips apart and licked her wetness. She licked and sucked Beth’s clit, teasing it with her tongue and her teeth.

Beth was beside herself. Her whole body felt aflame. Her back arched as bolts of pleasure surged through her. Her head tilted back. She groaned through clenched teeth, sweat pouring, hands clenching carpet fibers, hips rocking wildly with Tina’s sucking. Finally she came, with a powerful orgasm that swept right through her body, through every nerve and muscle, and came out as a high-pitched scream of release.

The next morning, Friday, Beth failed her Calculus test. Failed it spectacularly. Failed it like the Titanic failed its float test. Her chances of passing Intro to Calculus were pretty poor now. Yet as she sashayed out of the classroom, wiggling her ass for the teacher, she realized she didn’t care. School just didn’t seem too important anymore.

That night, at Jugs, Tim had her watch yet another training video. This time, Beth didn’t even think to ask what it was about. Afterwards, he gave her another, and told her to watch it on Saturday. Back in the dorm, the two girls ate each other until they collapsed from exhaustion.

The day after that was Saturday. Beth awoke after a long night’s sleep in Tina’s arms, sat up, and saw her textbooks piled on her desk like bricks. Beth had every other Saturday off, and she had planned to do a lot of studying. She especially needed to write her first English paper, due Tuesday. Yet the more she looked, the more the books looked like dead things, like dry, dusty dead leaves, and Bethany felt so very alive.

Tina stirred. “Where are you going?”

Deep sigh. “Gotta study.”

“Don’t think so.” And with that, Tina pulled Beth into an embrace, a passionate kiss, and an hour or so of erotic fun.

The girls took a shower together, got dressed, and then somehow wound up at the mall. Bethany wasn’t even sure why they went. She just knew she needed to. What followed was a credit-card saturnalia, as the girls, Beth more so than Tina, bought a staggering amount of clothes. Slutty clothes. Tank tops. Miniskirts. Many pairs of high-heeled shoes. Tight sweaters. Tiny miniskirts. Push-up bras. Whole cases of makeup. Tinier miniskirts. Thin blouses, garter belts, stockings, thong panties, crotchless panties, corsets, hair gel, hair dye, and, of course, obscenely small miniskirts.

As four salespeople helped them carry all that stuff to the car, Beth realized she’d just dropped a couple months worth of tips and maxed out her credit cards. Later, as she unpacked it all in the room, she thought it looked like a hooker’s closet had exploded. Still, that voice of sanity was getting harder to hear every day. Bethany wanted those clothes. No, she needed those clothes, because that was what a slut wore. Beth modeled some underwear for Tina, which led to a deeply satisfying 69 position. When Beth came, she screamed so loud that the fat girl next door banged on the wall and yelled “Keep it down!” Afterwards, they watched Tim’s video. Her books, untouched, gathered more dust.

Sunday was a full day for Bethany at Jugs, and the place was hopping with the weekend crowd. Beth had very few idle moments, but when she did, she found herself gravitating towards Tim. Sure, she had disliked him at first. Sure, she’d found him to be arrogant. Now, though, she was drawn to him, almost literally, like there was a magnetic force of some kind pulling her to his side. She felt, at all times, an urge to be near him. Once, she dropped a glass while she was talking to him, enjoying the closeness. She knelt to pick it up, and that position, on her knees at his feet, felt so natural that it took a serious effort of will to stand up.

It was early afternoon, in that semi-slack period before the dinner hour, when the man came in. He looked to be late 40s or early 50s, going gray but otherwise presentable, dressed in a suit and tie; Bethany pegged him as a business traveler. He ordered hot wings and beer. Beth got his beer, talked with him for a while, and then strolled away, making sure to swivel her hips for his benefit.

After serving another customer, she came back to him with his hot wings. The man smiled and reached for his wallet. Beth said, “Oh sir, I don’t have your check ready yet–”

Whereupon he pulled out a gold card, the size of a credit card, with the Jugs logo and a big “M” stamped on it.

Beth’s blood ran cold. She knew what that meant. She had no idea how she knew, to be sure, but she knew. He wasn’t just a customer. He was a Jugs Club Member. She knew that, and she knew what he wanted her to do.

Bethany fled his table in horror. She ran to the changing room and sat on the bench, head down, crying. When the door opened, she sensed who it was.

Tim’s voice was soothing. “What’s the matter, Beth?”

Tim would make it better. “That man, he, he wants me to–”

“But don’t you want to, Beth?”

“No!” Already, though, she knew the lie.

“Come now, be honest. Don’t you need this? It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Tim leaned close to her ear and talked in a conspiratorial whisper. “I always did think you were a hot little slut.”

Bethany’s stomach fluttered with pleasure, but she did her best to ignore that feeling. “No, I’m not. I’m a good girl. I always have been.” There was a touch of pleading in her voice.

“No, Bethany. You’re a whore. You’re a slut. You’re a pussy slave. You’re a cock-starved little bitch. Go do what you were made for. Go do what you want to do. Go serve that Jugs Club Member.”

Tim said all of this with the manner of a father encouraging his little girl on her first day of school. Beth looked up at him, and her will to resist melted at the sight of his handsome face and twinkling blue eyes. She felt emptiness between her legs, and a sense of resignation as she realized the truth of his words. “OK, Tim.”

“Good, get going.”

Bethany nervously walked over to the Member, who was nibbling on a hot wing. She still wore her uniform. “Ready to go, bitch?” he said.

She felt that flutter again. “Yes, sir.”

They walked out to his car and drove away. The man patted her knee and said, “You sure are a hot one.”

Blushing. “Thank you, sir!”

“Now suck me.”

Bethany eagerly swallowed his shaft. The feel of his meat in her mouth was so delicious, so wonderful, so right, that she trembled with a tiny little orgasm right there. The Member negotiated traffic while Beth slurped his fat prick. She felt so lucky! Of all the girls he could have given his cock to, he chose her! She felt a surge of pride, and redoubled her sucking efforts while she basked in happiness.

The Member parked the car just before exploding in her mouth. Beth swallowed him hungrily, eagerly, licking him for that last delicious drop of cum. She was disappointed when he lifted her head off his softening cock.

“Time to go to the room, bitch.”

They rode the elevator in silence. Beth was fidgety with anticipation. As soon as they stopped inside, the Member said “Strip”, and Bethany eagerly did so. She thrust her big tits, giving them a jiggle.

He took off his shirt, lay back on the bed, and stared at her. “Stupid cunt. What are you waiting for?”

Bethany quickly removed his shoes and pants. She caressed his chest and stomach while massaging his prick back to firmness, which didn’t take long. She felt very good about her ability to get him hard so quickly after she sucked him off in the car. Beth straddled him and lowered herself onto his waiting shaft. As he filled her up she gasped with relief. This was what she needed. This was what she craved. She started rocking gently, luxuriating in the blissful feeling of a cock filling her cunt. Her first orgasm came without warning, causing a yelp of surprise.

The Member lay back on the bed, letting her do all the work. Beth was glad he did that; it was her duty to pleasure him. He put his hands on her hips and held her there, almost pushing her down harder as she thrust herself upon him. Once he reached up and squeezed her tits, giving Beth a second, stronger orgasm.

Bethany rocked her hips faster, bouncing up and down like she was on a spring, but still he lasted. All her attention was focused on his cock, his magnificent cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She tried gripping it with her pussy muscles–where did I learn that, she thought–and was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from the Member.

Bethany was in heaven now. She pistoned up and down his cock with blinding speed. Her breasts bounced and shook as she rode him. Sweat poured from her body in rivers. She bent down and plunged her tongue into his mouth, kissing him ferociously, frenzied with energy, pumping her hips relentlessly.

The third orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. It was by far the best she’d ever had in her life. Beth got dizzy and nearly passed out from the blinding force of the pleasure, but somehow, by instinct, she continued to ride the Member, and in a moment she was rewarded. He grimaced, his whole body stiffened, and then he jerked, grunting as he pumped his seed inside her. Bethany felt his throbbing cock fire off its load, filling her with his hot cum.

She collapsed against him, trying to catch her breath as he came down from his orgasm. After a moment, she moved down and licked his cock clean, carefully, lovingly, savoring the taste of his seed and her juices. She lay there a moment, fondling his cock, gazing at it with hunger. Finally her client sat up and reached for his pants. He pulled out an envelope and three $50 bills, and put the money in the envelope. “Here” he said, and gave it to Bethany. Then he handed her a $20 and said, “That’s for the cab. Now get out.”

Beth contemplated things on the way back. She searched the recesses of her mind for the shame and self-loathing that should be there. She was a whore, no doubt about it. She’d just fucked a total stranger for money. She should feel like dirt, like a worthless piece of trash. Intellectually, she knew this, but instead she felt wonderful. The Member had used her mouth and her pussy. She had fulfilled her purpose. Bethany sat back in the cab and smiled.

She saw Tim behind the front desk as soon as she stepped back into the restaurant. He motioned her to come over with a hand.

Beth was a little nervous as she approached him. “Tim, I’ve got to tell you something.”

He raised a hand. “I know, Bethany.”

He did? “Is it OK?”

“Of course it is. It’s what you’re for, isn’t it?”

That was certainly true. “Great! Thanks, Tim!”

“Don’t you have something for me?”

Beth frowned for a moment, uncomprehending. Then she understood. “Oh yes, here it is.” She handed him the envelope. Inside was every dollar, even the change from the cabbie.

Tim stuffed it in his back pocket. “Thanks. Beth, I think you need to knock off for the evening. You have one last video to watch.”

Even now, Bethany hesitated at the thought. “Another one?”

Tim smiled pleasantly. “Yes, one more.” He took Beth’s hand, and she thrilled at his touch. “It will help you understand better.”

Tim led her to the changing room, Beth following meekly. She enjoyed the feel of his skin and the smell of his aftershave. She studied the faint traces of stubble on his chin and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes. He was so beautiful.

Strangely, Beth would consciously remember this video much better than any of the others. She would definitely never forget the last scene. Jane Norton was onscreen once again, but this time she wasn’t wearing that smart business suit. She wasn’t wearing anything, as a matter of fact, but high heels and thigh-high stockings. I was right, Beth thought, she does have big tits.

Ms. Norton’s legs were spread wide for the camera, and she was thrusting a dildo in and out of herself with enthusiasm. She came with a grunt, smiled for the viewer, and spoke. “I’ve been a Jug Girl for twenty years. In that time I’ve moved up from common whore to fuckbunny for the executive staff. If you work hard, and you’re a good slut, you can too!”

Now three men, visible from the chest down only, came into the picture. They were all naked, with big erections. Jane took one cock in each hand, and the third in her mouth, and began working on all three. As she sucked and stroked, she spoke again in voiceover.

“The most important thing about being a good slut is obedience. Always do what Master says. Always do what Master wants. He might want to use your mouth, or your pussy, or your ass. He might want you to play with yourself while he watches. He might want you to clean the bathroom, or cook him dinner, or go away and leave him alone for a little while. It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you are pleasing Master.”

Jane’s voice went on while she stimulated the three cocks. Finally, the one in her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face. She grinned, and turned to take the right cock in her mouth. Soon it too withdrew and drenched her face with cum. She quickly pivoted to the left cock and swallowed it, licking and sucking until that one in turn slid out and shot its wad all over her pretty face.

All three cocks withdrew from the scene. Jane turned to face the camera, wiped the spunk off her eyelids, opened her eyes and looked at the camera. Drops of jism fell onto her tits as she talked. “Welcome to your new life as a Jugs sex slave. I am so proud to have trained you. Good luck!”

The screen faded to black. Beth sat patiently, without moving, until the light came on and the door opened. She turned to see Tim enter and take a seat against the wall. Bethany knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Tim was responsible for what happened to her. She felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude.

Unbidden, she took all her clothes off, got on her hands and knees, and crawled to him. She unzipped his fly and took his prick in her mouth. “That’s a good girl” was his only response. Beth sucked enthusiastically, thinking that she had learned her lessons well.

Before long, she was rewarded with spurts of cum in her mouth. She swallowed gratefully, marveling once again at how wonderful it tasted, and cleaned him of every drop. Bethany left his lap and was sitting up when he said “No, stay down there while I explain.” She almost cried with happiness. He wanted her to suck him again! So she took his limp penis into her mouth and sucked on it occasionally, reflexively, like a baby might a pacifier. She rested there with her head in his lap, stroking his thigh while she sucked, looking up at him with unconditional love.

“You see, Bethany, the Jugs Corporation is actually a subsidiary of a rather large, rather secret Company. A Company with rather wide interests. Most Jugs restaurants are ordinary burger joints with pretty girls, but several, scattered across the country, are procurement centers like this one.”

He stroked her hair with affection. “Like every other girl here, and several thousand worldwide, you belong to us now. You’ll be dropping out of school next week, by the way. I’m not sure what the Home Office will do with you. We could whore you right out of this restaurant, or send you to another, or to one of our brothels overseas. We’ve sold a few girls outright to pornographers. We’ve sold a lot more outright to rich men looking for concubines. You wouldn’t believe what some foreign prince or businessman will pay for a beautiful, utterly obedient American girl.”

Incredibly, Tim was starting to stiffen again as a result of Beth’s careful sucking. She started to work a little harder. “Or maybe they’ll just give you to someone in the Company. Tina’s my own personal slave, you know. A reward for my good work. Better than stock options!” Tim chuckled. “Plus, she’s been great for luring other girls at school, like you.” He paused, thinking. “They should tell me their plans for you soon. Whatever they decide, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, and you’ll definitely be good at it. You’re one of the best sluts I’ve ever seen. My masterpiece, I think.”

Naturally Beth heard all of this, and she was mildly curious as to her future, but it didn’t really matter. She’d do what they wanted. That’s what she was for. Bethany wasn’t concerned about it at the moment, though. She was, rather, perfectly content and at peace.

She had a cock in her mouth.

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After we had been together for several years, and it became clear to me that we would be together for many more Tracy revealed her submissive side to me. She wanted to do and be for me whatever
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Scarlet stomped up the stairs angry at having to come out on this beautiful late summer night to work on a preliminary paper that was only a basis of a paper she wouldn’t need to present until the spring. For Christ’s sake she thought to herself, it’s the first week of classes. Becoming angrier as she passed the volumes of books in an empty university library, she was mumbling curses about her quite handsome professor who had insisted she present something to him before the next class. Read the rest of this entry »

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Kelly just graduated form high school from Mt. Pleasant, Mi and
moved to LA. She could not wait to leave the small town and live in
the sun of the west coast.
Kelly did not get along with her mom and dad so it was not hard for
her to leave them behind. They where very strict and protective of
her to the point that they drove her away. Her dad would not let her
date all the way though school. Kelly was a good looking young woman
at age 18. Blond hair, blue eyes, 5 feet even, 100 pounds. She had a
quite little up turned nose and perfect teeth after 5 years of
braces. She was not large on top – just a B cup.
In school she took all of the average classes and graduated with a
3.5 GPA. When she arrived in LA via a one way airline ticket she had
$5,000.00 and two suitcases.
She quickly got a motel room at a motel 6. Kelly wanted to find a
job before she got a regular place to live. Kelly was looking for a
secretary or entry level job at some type of law firm, advertising,
or other large
corperations. She felt that the bigger companies took better care of
their employees
The fist two days Kelly did not have much luck. On day three she
responded to an add for a secretary. The address was in a large
office building downtown.
When she arrived she saw that it was a computer research company.
The name on the door was 21st Century Computer Concepts. When she
entered the lobby she went to the desk and inquired about the add.
Avery good looking woman about 25 was at the desk. She looked like
the classic “valley girl” including the accent. “Like, that’s great.
Like I’ll buzz you through. Ok?” as she tossed her head back and
forth. Kelly went through and was met by a man in his 30′s.
Hello my name is Mike, I’ll be interviewing you. What is you name?
Kelly Martin.
Hi Kelly, follow me.
Kelly follows Mike to a small room with a desk and two chairs.
Have a seat Kelly.
Thanks
The job we have is for a general secretary with a starting salary of
30K. If you think you would be interested I have an application her
for you. Yes, that sounds great. Thanks
Ok, I’ll leave you hear alone to fill it out., just push the buzzer
when you are done.
Ok, thanks.
Kelly starts the form. It has the normal questions. But the last
page has some questions that she has never seen on an application.
Any family in California?
Please describe your family relations ships and that of your closest
relatives.
If you are not married, are you currently seeing any one?
If yes please describe the nature of you relationship.
Kelly hesitated at these questions but decided to answer them. She
then pushed the button and Mike came in.
I bet you where wondering about those last questions.
Yes, I was.
Well, we do a lot of classified work here and we wand to make sure
that you wont be able to compromise yourself.
Oh, Ok.
Well if you give me a few minutes I will be right back. Mike takes
the form and leaves. After 10 minuets Mike returns and offers Kelly
the job. Which she takes right away.
After the first week of work Kelly finds she is basically a mail
girl and paper runner. She has found herself a small apartment about
½ hour out of work.
She dresses conservatively in pant suits that she had bought before
she left Michigan.
Every morning Kelly logs onto her computer for the daily email and
company updates. 3 weeks after she started she started on a Monday,
Kelly logs on and looks at her email. As she reads the mail the
lines blur to gather. An hour latter the screen blanks out and Kelly
comes back to life.
Wow that was wired. She tells her self. Kelly goes about her day as
usual. Half way through the morning Kelly’s feet start to hurt. She
realizes that she keeps standing on her toes. This makes them feel
better.
At lunch Kelly decides to go the shoe store down the street and see
if she can find some more comfortable shoes. Kelly finds all the low
heal shoes uncomfortable.
This is weird for Kelly. Usually she likes short heals and only
wears elevated shoes when dressing up for a special occasion. Kelly
then tries on a pair with 1 inch heals, this better but her feet
still hurt. She then tries on a pair of 2 inch heals. Better, but
the pain is still there. Kelly finally settles on a pair of 4 inch
spikes.
Kelly walks back to work on her new heals and finds that her ass is
swaying back and forth. She starts to become aroused by this and can
feel her sex start to become warm. By the time she gets to work
Kelly is really hot. Half way though the afternoon Kelly’s legs
start to itch. She goes the bathroom and lifts her pant legs to
scratch her legs and the itch is gone. “Hm” Kelly says to herself,
then puts her pant legs down. The itch starts again. She goes
through this 5 times. “I guess I will have to live with it. I can’t
change here” she tells herself.
As the day goes on the itching starts to really get bad. She can’t
wait to get home and change. She must be having a reaction to the
pants or the soap or fabric softener.
Kelly gets home and immediately takes off her shoes to take her
pants off and her feet start to hurt. So she stands on here toes as
she takes off the pants.
Kelly puts on a pair of jeans and to her surprise her legs itch
again. As soon as she takes them off her legs feel fine. Concerned
Kelly tries on the pants that she wore the day be for and the same
thing happens.
Kelly then tries on a skirt that comes down to mid calf. She finds
that she does not itch bellow the hem line. So she puts on one of
her short skirts that is just above the knee. Again the itching is
only where the skirt is covering her legs Kelly is getting scared
now.
Kelly looks in the mirror and finds that she is standing on her toes
with her skirt in her hands holding the hem just below her crotch,
with no itching.
Kelly takes off the skirt and puts on her short short skirt that she
use to ware during her workouts. She put on her new heals and looks
in the mirror and found herself feeling fine. This is weird she
tells her self. She starts to think about calling a dermatologist
about her itching.
As she is looking in the mirror her computer says “You’ve got mail”.
Kelly walks over and looks at the screen. Again the lines blur and
she comes back around this time 4 hours latter.
This time Kelly has changed. She no longer is concerned about the
skirt and shoes.
Kelly has an impulse to go shopping. She decides to take a shower
and change first. After she dries off Kelly puts on one of her bra’s
and finds it is very uncomfortable.
Thinking nothing of it Kelly takes it off and puts on a thin white
shit, pair of white panties, her white short workout mini skirt and
her high heels. She looks in the mirror “Now that is what a Slut is
supposed to look like” “Why did I say that” Kelly says to her self
as she grabs her company charge card and puts it in her panties and
walks out the door.
Kelly comes home with a whole new wardrobe.
Kelly goes to bead and finds that her feet hurt. “Oh, I forgot”.
Kelly puts on her heals and then goes back to bead.
Kelly shows up at work in the morning wearing a sheer black blouse
that you can see her nipples through. A black mini with black
thongs, sheer black fishnet stockings with seams in the back held up
with a black garter belt, and 5 inch spike heals. Kelly had a 2 inch
piece of exposed skin showing between her skirt and the tops of her
stockings.
As soon as she gets to work she goes into the bathroom and looks in
the full length mirror. Kelly is horrified at the sight. “I can’t
work looking like this. I look like a Slut.” As she stands there she
starts become aroused. As if they have a mind of their own, her
right hand goes to her left nipple through the thin, see through
material and starts to pinch and twist it. She lets out a slight
moan. Then her left hand starts to finger her pussy. As if on cue,
her legs spread 2 feet apart. After a couple of minuets she brings
herself to orgasm.
Keeping here hands where they were. She says out loud “I’m such a
good looking slut.” Turns around and walks out of the bathroom no
longer concerned about her change
Kelly’s personality has not changed other than the total acceptance
and desire to dress the way she has and the fact that she is always
horny. From the time she left the bathroom, if she has an empty hand
she is fingering her self to the point of orgasm. If both hands are
free, one hand is in her pussy and the other is pinching and pulling
her nipples. If she is carrying a piece of paper, she will put it in
her mouth so that both of her hands will be free to play with her
self.
All of Kelly’s co-workers act as if this is normal. Kelly can be
standing in the hall with her feet 2 feet apart and hand in her
pussy the other pulling on her nipple and be talking about the
weather as if this was perfectly normal.
Even though Kelly was keeping herself in a constant state of arousal
she had no desire for sex with anyone else, just herself.
When Kelly would not be at work or at home, she would not play with
herself. Although she would dress very sexy. If anyone would come on
to her she would politely turn them down.
Her dress remained the same exact type, just different colors.
Day by day Kelly started to think of herself as a slut. Because only
a slut would constantly have sex on her mind. Constantly her
decisions started to be based on questions like, Is this what a slut
would do? or is the what a slut should look like?
As the week went on Kelly could not get sex off of her mind. At the
same time she started to become less able to make herself orgasm. By
Thursday night she could not orgasm at all.
On Friday Kelly came to work dressed in a teal colored outfit like
the black one she wore on Tuesday. Kelly went to the computer and
signed in as usual and again was absorbed in to the computer. This
time Kelly did not come out of it till noon.
Kelly’s boss came to Kelly’ desk “Hay Slut, Aren’t you supposed to
be leaving for a weeks leave a noon.”
Oh, yes I was. I lost track of time. Kelly was not concerned about
being called “Slut”. To her it was as if someone called her “Kelly”.
Ok, see you a week from Monday Slut.
Kelly picks up a piece of paper from her desk that was not there
when she came in and leaves work.
Kelly walks away from her desk with a hand in her pussy the piece of
paper held in her mouth and the other hand pinching and pulling on
her nipples Kelly looked at the paper as she got in the taxi than
told the drive to take her to the address on the paper. Kelly
arrives and looks at the building, It has no windows and is painted
all black with one door. Kelly gets out of the taxi and walks into
the building with her hands in their normal location. Once in the
building Kelly’s eyes glaze over and she sets in the chair. Ten
minuets later a man in a lab coat comes and escorts the dazed Kelly
in to a room with a metal recliner in the middle. The man tells
Kelly to remove all of her clothes which she does right away, even
the shoes.
Kelly stands in the middle of the room naked with her eyes glazed
over. The man leads Kelly to the chair and sets her down.
He starts an IV in her arm and then sets to work
First he places some electrodes on Kelly’s temples with wires
running to a computer. He selects a program called “ID:1″ and starts
it. Kelly jerks and then relaxes into the chair. Without Kelly being
able to do a thing about it the program starts to rewrite Kelly’s
mind.
Next the man flips on a switch on the chair and two dildos rise from
the seat of the chair and slowly enter Kelly’s pussy and ass.
Unrealized to any one other than Kelly – she was still a virgin. As
the dildo in her pussy reached her hymen it ripped through caused
Kelly to scream in pleasure. Over the next seven days:
The man inserted into each nipple a needle, deep into each breast,
that injected a drug that caused her B cup breasts to grow to 44
DD’s in just 24 hours.
The drug also changed the structure of each breast so that they
where firm and would never sag.
Kelly’s nipples also where injected with a drug that caused them to
grow to an inch long and a half an inch around. Each nipple had a
permanent 2 inch nipple ring inserted
Kelly’s breast would also always produce milk an demand. A special
drug was injected into each breasts milk glands that would alter her
milk forever. The right breast would produce normal milk wile the
left one would produce a chocolate colored and flavored milk.
Next Kelly was given a bath in a chemical up to her neck that killed
all of her hair follicles.
Kelly’s two last / lower ribs on each side was injected with a
chemical that caused them to be absorbed into the body. Next, a band
was inserted into her waist that went around her abdominal muscles.
This band continued to slowly contract causing her waist to shrink
to 16 inches. The end result was a waist that looked like it had a
corset on.
Kelly’s eye lids both upper and lower where injected with a chemical
that caused them to shrink a little. This caused Kelly to BIG DOLL
looking eyes. Special eye drops were put into each eye. These drops
caused the colored parts of her eyes to change to a deep black. This
made her eyes look like big black holes
Kelly’s lips where injected with so much collagen that her lips
formed a large “O”.
Her tongue was grafted and reshaped from its original end to taper
down to a point with an extra 4 inches in length. The very tip had a
fork like that on a snake.
Kelly’s clit was enlarged to be 2 inches long and was pierced with a
gold ring with a large solid silver bell on it.
The Dildo in her pussy and ass also stretched them to allow them to
take the largest cocks around. Then electrical impulses were passed
through them. This strengthened up her internal muscles to allow her
ass and pussy to constrict to the size and tightness of a virgins.
The electrical impulses also caused Kelly to always be wet. In fact
if Kelly would stand in one place for more that 15 minutes, she
would start to form a pool of cum on the floor.
Her calf’s were injected with a chemical that constricted the muscle
causing her feet to never be able to stand flat again with out
causing great pain. Kelly’s hair was stimulated to grow from her
page boy short hair, to the crack of her ass. Her hair also
thickened as it grew and took on a natural fluffy style.
On the top of each breast was tattooed in big bold red print “TITS”.
On her right ass cheek in half inch letters was tattooed “Property
of 21st Century Computer Concepts”.
While all the physical changes where being made Kelly’s mind was
also being changed.
Kelly was still Kelly. Here same morals and beliefs were in place.
They where just made to be only know to Kelly. For her new
“programming” would always be what controlled her. This would cause
Kelly to always know what she was doing was not of her own accord.
Kelly would always walk, and act like a cum starved pussy liking,
company sex slave and hate herself for it.
On Monday morning at 6:00am Kelly was awakened and dressed in a
black tight sheer tube top that just covered her new tits. Black
garter belt with silk black stockings and now 7 inch high heal
shoes. Her skirt was a skin tight black sheer mini that came 3
inches below her pussy. No panties ever again. To top it all off you
can see her bell hanging from her clit.
Kelly’s new programming is suppressed so that she does not notice
any of the changes yet. Kelly’s mind is like it was before it was
altered a week ago. As Kelly is walked to the waiting cab her pussy
bell rings with every step and sway of her hips
Kelly is placed in the cab and starts to work.
As soon as she goes through the security door at work Kelly starts
to take her cloths off except or the garter, stockings, and shoes.
She is beside her self, she can’t believe that she is doing this.
Kelly still has not notice any of her body changes. Kelly is scared
to death, but she has a big smile on her face.
As Kelly walks down the hall she hears a bell ringing and can’t tell
were it is coming from.
As Kelly walks to the coffee room she realizes she is walking like a
slut, strutting like a bitch in heat. ” My God!, What happening to
me. Somebody help me.”
Kelly turns on the coffee machines and squats next to them. She
immediately puts her right hand to work fingering herself, and cups
her left hand under her pussy. She immediately becomes hot and wants
to cum but she can’t. To her horror her supper long tongue comes out
and starts to lick her nipples with out bending her head down.
Kelly still has not notice any of the other changes to her body,
like the size of her tits.
She thinks to her self. ” My God. What has happened to me, what have
I become.” Inside she is crying and trying to make herself stop but
she can’t In comes mark the man that interviewed her and gets a cup
of coffee. To her horror, she stands drinks her cum from her cupped
hand and says “Master, May I offer you some of my breast milk for
your enjoyment – white or chocolate?”. “MY GOD!” she says to her
self as for the first time she sees the new tits she has and the big
tattooed words TITS on each one. Mark says “chocolate, Tits.”
Yes master. Tits says as she milks her left tit and chocolate milk
pours into his coffee.
“My brea…tit, I’m making CHOCOLATE MILK, it can’t be!!!” Kelly
says to herself.
Through out the morning until 830 am Kelly continues to serve her
fellow employees, People that she had thought of as her friends.
Every since Mark called her Tits she has thought of herself as Tits.
At 8:30 Tits wiggles toward the bathroom. As she walks she realizes
she is fingering her self and is pulling and twisting her nipple
rings. She enters the bathroom and looks in the full length mirror
and for the first time last time is in control of her arms and legs.
She can’t believe what she sees; Big hair, Big smiling Oish shaped
red lips, enormous tits with nipple rings, an unbelievable 16 inch
waist. Her clit is 2 inches long and has an bell hanging down from
a pierced ring in her clit, and outrageously high heals. She turns
around and sees a tattoo on her right ass. She bends over and looks
at the mirror and reads: Property of 21st Century Computer Concepts.
“What have they done to me? Why? I’m not like this! I’m a slut. A
sex slave. A fuck machine.” As Tits is saying this out loud she
starts to finger herself and play with her new big nipples. She
stops, then says ” I am a slut!”
She turns and walks out of the door, walks down the hall to the
first office. Knocks and enters. In her little girl voice she says:
“Hello! I’m TITTS the company sex slut, can I offer you my pussy,
ass, mouth or tong?” At which time she flicks her tong like a snake.
Of course Tits, Mark says
Come and give a blow job.
Thank you master. Tits says as she walks over and squats down and
lowers her dick sucking lips to his shaft. She takes her new tongue
and wraps it around his cock and puts her mouth over his cock and
give her first blowjob ever. As Mike cums in her thought he says
“Tits, cum” and Tits has the best orgasm in her life. She then sucks
him dry and stands.
Can I be of any other assistance sir?
No Tits you may go.
Tits leaves and continues her rounds.
When Tits finishes with her rounds the CEO walks up to Tits and asks
her “Who and what are you?
At this Tits has her final realization
“My name is Tits, I am the company slut, a slut to be used, this is
your body, mouth, pussy, and ass. I have been altered to provide
unlimited pleasure to the employees of 21st Century Computer
Concepts.
Thank you Tits.
Tits Knows what has been done to her and is totally resentful, yet
all she can real think about is how she needs to use her lushes body
to serve. After everyone goes home tits puts on her sheer tube top,
makes sure that the words “Tits” on her milk jugs are visible, puts
on her skirt and walks the mile home.
Once inside she sees that all of her apartment is empty except for
her clothes. Multiple copies of what she is wearing in all different
colors. Tits strips and showers. Then she squats down fingers
herself over a bowl and goes to sleep.
In the morning at 6am Tits wakes up, stands, picks up the half full
bowl and drinks it down. As she is drinking she orgasms. Tits knows
that this is wrong but it is the best thing that she has ever
tasted.
When she is done she showers and dresses in a pink outfit and walks
to work.

Chapter 2
A month later as she is getting ready to leave her phone rings.
Hello, she says
Hi Kelly its me Lisa your sister. Deep in Tits a mental switch is
thrown and Tits now responds to the name Kelly and sounds normal.
Hi Lisa
Kelly I ran away from home and I should be in at you place at about
8 tonight.
Ok, I will leave the key under the mat. I might be home late. I
wasn’t expecting you.
That’s ok, hay look my bus is leaving we can talk tonight ok.
Ok, see you then,
Kelly hangs up and returns to Slut Tits mode, and dresses and goes
to work As soon as Mark sees Tits, Tits tell him about her sister
coming. Shit , tell me about her
She is 14, a little shorter than me, but looks a lot like me.
Ok.. Continue your work Tits.
At this Tits walks off. Inside she things “My God, What will happen
to Lisa?”. If she only knew.
As soon as Lisa entered Kelly’s apartment she was grabbed and
drugged. Lisa is taken to the same building where Kelly was taken
Once little 14 year old Lisa was taken to the building she was
striped and placed in the same training chair.
Lisa is 4 feet tall, with strawberry blond hair. With the same
facial features as her sister only younger
The man leads Lisa to the chair and sets her down. The man straps
her down then wakes her up.
Lisa starts to cry and pull at her restrains.
Mark walks in to the room and walks up to Lisa
“Hello Lisa. My you have cause us a great deal of inconvenience
young girl” “Please let me go, I wont tell anyone, I just want to go
home” Lisa’s little tits are shaking as she is begging and crying.
“Well Lisa, You WILL leave here. But firs we are going to make a few
change to you.”
“Please, don’t hurt me, Please let me go home”
“Ok Lisa, but first we are going to have a little fun.” Then Mark
puts a gag in her mouth and stands back and watches the Dr go to
work
The Dr. starts an IV in her arm and then sets to his business.
First he places some electrodes on Lisa temples with wires running
to a computer. He selects a program called “ID:2″ and starts it.
Lisa jerks and then relaxes into the chair. Without Kelly being able
to do a thing about it the program starts to rewrite Kelly’s mind.
Next the switch on the chair is turned on and the pussy and ass
probes slowly enter Lisa’s little 14 year old virginal pussy and
ass. Lisa tries to scream but can’t. As the probes enter her eyes
bulge out and she passes out. Over the next seven days:
The man inserted into each nipple a needle that injected a drug that
caused Flat, child breasts to grow to 36 D’s.
The drug also changed the structure of each breast so that they
where firm and would never sag.
Lisa nipples also where injected with a drug that caused them to
grow to an inch long and a half an inch around.
Lisa would also always produce milk an demand. The right breast
would produce Strawberry colored and flavored milk wile the left one
would produce cinnamon colored and flavored milk. Each nipple had a
permanent 2 inch nipple ring inserted
Next Lisa was given a bath in a chemical up to her neck that killed
all of her hair follicles. This was done not because she had any
hair, because she did not. It was done for future hair growth
Lisa two last / lower ribs on each side was injected with a chemical
that caused them to be absorbed into the body. Next, a band was
inserted into her waist that went around her abdominal muscles. This
band continued to slowly contract causing her waist to shrink to 10
inches. The end result was a waist that looked like it had a corset
on.
Lisa’s eye lids, both upper and lower, where injected with a
chemical that caused them to shrink a little. This caused Kelly to
BIG DOLL looking eyes. Special eye drops were put into each eye.
These drops caused the colored parts of her eyes to change to a deep
black. This made her eyes look like big black holes
They were going to inject Lisa’s lips to, but decided not to and to
keep the original look
Her tongue was also altered. But not like her sisters. Instead they
placed a tongue stud every half inch all around her tongue.
She also had braces permanently attached to her teeth.
Lisa clit was enlarged to be 2 inches long and was pierced but with
a gold ring and bell.
The Dildo in her pussy and ass also stretched them then electrically
impulsed them to be able to constrict to the size and tightness of a
virgin. The electrical impulses also caused Lisa to always be wet.
Her calf’s were injected with a chemical that constricted the muscle
causing her feet to never be able to stand flat again with out
causing great pain. Lisa hair was stimulated to grow from her page
boy short hair to the crack of her ass. Her hair also thickened as
it grew. Lisa’s hair was put in two long pony tails and each side of
her head with red bows put on each end. On the top of each breast
was tattooed in big bold red print “CUNT”. On her right ass cheek in
half inch letters was tattooed “Property of 21st Century Computer
Concepts”.
While all the physical changes where being made Lisa mind was also
being changed.
Kelly was dressed in a white sheer blouse with no bra. Her erect
nipples stuck out begging to be played with. Next, Knee high white
sheer socks and 6 inch black hi heals. No panties. A plaid sheer
mini skirt was lid on her hips. Just like her big sister you could
see her gold bell hanging out from under her skirt.
The Dr and Mike awakened Lisa. The new programming was in place and
she stood and followed Mike to the mirror.
Unlike Kelly, Lisa’s mental change was immediate. She new that she
had been turned into a wonton 14 year old sex slut. She knew she
should not have run away from home. At the same time Lisa’s original
personality was also present to only herself.
Starring back in the mirror was the new Lisa. Lisa’s face had a
seductive shy smile.
Mark walks up to Lisa. “I told you we were going to make a few
changes didn’ t I?”
“Yes, you sure did sir” Lisa responds in a very sexy voice that
sounded like a little girl.
“I want you to open you shirt and tell me what you see” Lisa opens
up her shirt and her eye blink at the sight of the words. “Cunt” she
says.
From now on, for the rest of your life your name is Cunt. What is
your name?”
Lisa stairs at Mike for 30 seconds than as if a switch was turned on
“My name is Cunt sir.”
Cunt always answers with either sir or mam, for all little girls
should respect their elders.
Cunt, unlike Tits, Would not walk like a slut. She would forever
skip along like a child slut.
Cunt had all of the same programming to serve like Tits was.
Lisa was loaded in the car and taken to work.
Lisa was led into the building and through the security door.
She too removed all of her clothes except her socks and shoes
She was led into the coffee room and the mutual horror of Tits and
Lisa they say each other for the first time since their change. From
the outside you would not have guest this, because they both had a
big smile.
Lisa walked over next to Tits and Squatted next to her, put her
right fingers into her pussy, cupped her left hand under her pussy
and started licking her nipples. JUST LIKE HER SISTER TITS.
Mark again filled his cup with coffee and walked over the two
sisters They both stood drank their cum. First Tits said:” , May I
offer you some of my breast milk for your enjoyment – white or
chocolate?”
Then Lisa Said: “, May I offer you some of my breast milk for your
enjoyment – Strawberry or Cinnamon sir?”
Mark went up to Lisa “Cunt, yes Cinnamon”
Yes sir. Cunt says as she milks her left tit and Cinnamon milk pours
into his coffee
From this moment on Lisa is known as Cunt and Kelly as Tits even to
each other.
When looking at the two side by side it makes you want to cream your
pants right then.
Cunt is a foot shorter than Tits. Every thing about Cunt is smaller
than Tits. Its only right since Cunt is the youngest. They are
obviously sisters, they have she same identical features.
They are always together. If one has to go to the bathroom they both
go the bathroom and they both go at the same time.
When they do their rounds they go together. They enter each office
and Tits asks: “Hi, I’m TITTS the company sex slut, this is my
little sister Cunt, can we offer you our pussies, asses, mouths and
tongues?” And now they lick each others nipples.
When they are not being used they now stand facing each other and
finger each others pussy and catch the others cum to drink. While
this is going on they are sucking each others nipples.
At the end of the day they walk home hand in hand, Tits Strutting
like a the slut she is and Cunt skipping.

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by Orangutang

Frank Hogdkins is CherylAnn‘s boss and is the man behind the financing of
everything. He’ll eventually end up marrying CherylAnn, but only after he has
changed her into the big-titted bimbo ass-slut that he wants her to be.

The Start

CherylAnn shifted around in her chair uncomfortably as she tried to keep her
mind on the inane article in the magazine she was reading. Why were the waiting
rooms of doctor’s offices always so uncomfortable? She was nervous enough going
to see a new gynecologist as it was… Read the rest of this entry »