DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.
DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.
DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.
Chapter 11:
Mr. Wilson’s Perspective
As I heard the shower run, and felt the steam fill my small apartment unit, I faded into a dream like state. I was in utter bliss. I still couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
In a matter of weeks I had went from lusting over the sweet sexy teen in my class, to absolutely owning her as my personal sex doll. I wiped the residual cum off my thigh, my sweet teen pet had just given me a morning blow job, and was now in the shower cleaning herself off.
Not only was this gorgeous young teen at my beck and call, she was becoming progressively more depraved every day, at my doing of course. In a matter of weeks she went from an innocent virgin in my junior math class, to an utter depraved whore. Through my exploits, she’s been put on display and made to pleasure her classmates, the school Principal and even the Janitor.
That wasn’t it though, what really let me take our game to the next level was when she not so willingly seduced and made love to her own father! Out of fear that I would land him in prison for fucking his own teen daughter, I forced her leave him and run away from home and straight into my lair. He was her only family member. I knew that if I got him out of the picture, she would be even more malleable in becoming my personal whore.
I made her stay in my run down apartment instead. Now I knew that I had her exactly where I wanted her; scared and utterly alone. In one day living with me, I’ve started to degrade her further into a subhuman sex slave, stripping away all of her rights, and forcing her to please me in any way that I wanted. I took the depravation to another level last night, as I forced her put on a web cam performance for the ages for 100’s of strange men online. I made thousands of dollars off my slut, but more importantly, it took her sexual humiliation to a whole different level.
I heard the shower turn off, and then Katee’s light footsteps walking out on to the bathroom flooer. She started putting on her make up and outfit.
You see, I’m not in this for the money of whoring out a one wholesome young teen. I’m in it for the control. What feels even better than a gorgeous teen’s tight pussy on my cock is the feeling that I am in utter control of her life. It’s the sort of control that I’ve never had before. As you know, I’m an elderly high school teacher nearing retirement, with not much to show for in my life. I’m the type of guy that has always been at the bottom of the barrel. With Katee, this is the first time I’ve felt powerful. And this kind of power is more addicting than just sex.
As good of a situation as this was, I knew that it could end at any moment. I always knew that Katee was a wake up call and one or two smart moves away from being able to get out of my control, and getting me locked up for the rest of my life. My threats of exposing her tapes to the public, exposing her dad and everything else, were completely empty. My only hope is that she didn’t call me out on my bluff.
To make this situation a bit more stable, I needed her to break down her sense of self completely, through humiliation, insults and sexual degradation. Only then could I build her back up as what I wanted, an utterly obedient whore. Once she truly bought in to her new identity, my plan would be complete and she would be my toy for life.
Today was going to be the next step. I wanted to slowly start to transform this sweet teen’s innocent image so that every time she looked in the mirror, she would see a slut.
Just then, Katee walked out of the bathroom, looking at me solemnly. I smiled as I looked her up and down.
She was dressed in a light pink top and tight white pencil skirt. Her top was near shoulderless with thin see through straps connecting the front and back. She was braless but the top had heavy underpadding to lift her big tits up into perfect position. It was low cut to the point where the top halves of her big tits were clearly visible.
The bottom of the top wrapped tightly around her torso, but ended above her belly button, leaving her entire midriff exposed.
He pencil skirt wrapped tightly around her luscious ass, and ended a few inches below her cheeks. I had her wear a hot pink lace thong, and had her lift up the sides so that it was clearly visible on her naked waist to any one that would look.
She had her soft brown hair worn in a up in a pony tail. I had her wear plenty of pink blush on her cheeks, and pink lip stick to accentuate her soft young ‘dick sucking’ lips.
I had her wear hot pink high heeled pumps, which matched her lips and visible thong. In short, she was dressed like a scandalous little whore.
“Don’t you look like a hot little slut.” I sneered “Perfect for our day out today.”
Her eyes widened as her worst fear came true, she would have to go out in public looking like this.
I packed my bag, including a hand gun. I knew that if I was walking around with a piece of ass dressed like this, there could be a chance I would be inviting trouble.
As I locked the door and walked with her down the hallway. I reminded her
“Remember, if anybody asks, you’re my girlfriend.” I sneered as I saw her visibly repulsed by that word
“And you will do everything I say today. One hint of disobedience and you will be punished when we get home.” I said as I smacked her ass sharply before cupping it in my hands.
“Yes master” she pouted
Relieve, I led her down into the elevator.
The elevator opened, there were a couple boys inside, their jaws dropped as they took a look at Katee. They must have been preteens, but they knew that this girl was hotter than anything they’ve ever seen before.
Katee blushed, making her cheeks even redder, and she maintained her forward gaze. I looked at the kids and sneered as I wrapped my arm around Katee’s bare waist and pulled her lithe body in towards mine.
The boys were making no attempt to hide their gaze. Knowing we had a moment before the run down elevator made its way down to the main floor, I thought I would give these boys a show. I took my hand and slipped it under Katee’s skirt, lifting it up a few inches for them to catch a glimpse of her bare ass cheek and hot pink thong. They groaned. I laughed as I gave her ass a quick squeeze.
Just then the elevator reached the main floor, and Katee quickly reached her hand to her skirt hem and pulled it down just in time.
The boys giggled as they raced out of the building. I’m sure they would be telling their friends about what they saw today.
I calmly walked Katee out of the building. As you might have imagined, I live in the shittiest possible part of town. It’s the slums. So a girl like Katee sticks out like a diamond in a coal mine in a place like this. I knew the type of attention she would get on a routine walk around the block, and I knew how much it would humiliate her, which is just what I wanted.
Her high heels clicked on the rough pavement on the side walk. We passed a few hobo’s lying on the side walk just a few feet from our entrance. We heard cat calls, a “Damn bitch you’re fine as fuck!” and even a “Come on bro let me see those titties!”
I simply smiled and nodded, trying to be pleasant. My hand was groping her ass cheek through her skirt as I pulled her into me. I noticed she wasn’t fighting. As much as she was repulsed by me, she knew that I was her best chance of avoiding getting raped by these vagrants.
It seemed like every 30 seconds there was another lewd comment. Within a few minutes of the walk around the block, Katee had been asked to “show her tits”, “spread her ass cheeks”, “finger her pussy” and “suck cock” on multiple occasions.
It was hard to blame these guys though. Katee was dressed like a high class escort, and was 10 times hotter than any prostitute you would see around this part of town.
I would just laugh and joke “She’s taken fellas”, and would mostly be met with laughs, congratulations or astonishment.
My favorite were rare families we would walk by. Mothers would cover their family member’s eyes, while the men would leer at Katee, trying to hide their gaze from their wives.
One grandma type walked by and screamed “You should be ashamed of yourself young girl, dressing like a slut. And you, what kind of father would let his daughter out in public like this!”
I sneered “Listen lady, she’s not my daughter, I’m fucking this hot piece of ass.” I said as I slapped Katee’s ass in front of her as we walked away.
I swear the old lady was going to have a heart attack.
“I turned to Katee, wanting her to soak this in. See how much of a slut you are? Even old hags like her are calling you one.”
She continued to walk, trying to act unphased, but I could see her eyes start to well up with tears.
Heads continued to turn as we walked a few more blocks, and reached our destination. It was a beauty salon.
I took a breath as I walked Katee in to the small shop where two women were working. I walked with her up to one of the stylists.
She was looking Katee up and down, and looking at me in judgement. Before she could even say it, I said
“She’s not my daughter, she’s my girlfriend.” I smiled
She and her coworker paused a minute, before starting to laugh. They were sassy, they cracked jokes in good fun, automatically assuming she was my ‘sugar baby’, and congratulating her on finding a rich man.
I let them have their fun, better than them knowing the truth..
I showed them a picture of what I wanted done, and handed them a envelope full of cash, which was well above what the asking price was. This salon had great reviews, but was still a struggling business during the recession in the wrong end of town where less and less women were choosing to live. They needed every penny they could get.
They gawked in glee at the cash, and got to work. I told them it was a surprise for her, so to put a blind fold on her as to make a grand surprise out of the make over. They cheerfully clapped and did this, without even asking Katee’s permission. The poor girl was swept to a salon chair, and the girls started going to work.
I stepped out to get some food, Katee of course was only allowed one meal a day, which she would have when we got back home. I spent some time making some appointments and arrangements for plans later in the day.
Finally, I got a call from the salon that they were ready for me to come for the grand reveal. I entered the shop again about 15 minutes later.
They brought Katee, out for me, still blindfolded in her slutty outfit.
“Perfecto” I smiled as I blew them a kiss.
Katee’s Perspective
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. These two witches were practically dancing for Mr. Wilson because he gave them a few bucks. Meanwhile, they were treating me like trash. They kept me blindfolded and in my chair even though I asked for them to let me see what was happening.
“Uhm you’re not the one paying honey” They would say. “Youre gonna keep that blindfold on til money bags says so.” They would joke at my expense
They pulled and prodded at my hair, making me grunt in pain. I had no clue what they were doing. I could definitely smell hair dye, and bleach. I could also smell and feel hot glue on my scalp, over and over again.
After seemingly hours of pulling, and bleaching and dyeing, they wrapped a towel around my head. Then they turned their attentions to my nails, to what I could only assume was them gluing fake nails on each one of my toes and fingers.
Next they dragged me up and took me into the back room, where there were no mirrors. Only here did they unblind me.
They told me to look straight ahead, and hold still. They quickly put on thick and long eyelash extensions on each of one my lashes. I had always had short boyish eyelashes, but had never even thought of getting extensions.
I couldn’t see my hair, but I caught glimpses of my finger nails, they were hot pink, and double the length of my natural nails. They looked good but I don’t even think I could pick anything up with them! What the fuck were these witches doing to me!?
When they were happy with my lashes, they rushed my blindfold back on, before I even had a chance to object, they hushed me. One completely changed her tone when she called Mr. Wilson
“Hi Mr. Wilson, your doll is ready for pick up.” They both laughed.
I couldn’t believe these women. That’s right, women were treating me like this. They were treating me like an object. I would expect this from disgusting men like Mr. Wilson, but not from my own kind!
A few moments later one went to go greet Mr. Wilson with her fake over-the-top nicety, while the other motioned me out of the back room. I felt like I was some terrorist hostage.
They counted down in their shrill voices “3, 2, 1, fabulouuuuss!”
As they brought me out and dropped my blindfold. It was painfully obvious that this was a reveal for Mr. Wilson, and not intended for me. I had no mirror in front of me.
I was met to Mr. Wilsons smug smile, and cold eyes.
“Perfecto.” He smiled before blowing me a kiss.
The ogre walked over to me. As usual, I wanted to vomit as he approached me. His hand reached past my head and grabbed my hair.. my thick, luscious platinum blonde hair.
My eyes widened as I saw him take hands full of platinum blond hair, lift it up, and let it fall back beneath my shoulders. I looked down, my usual shoulder length brown hair was now golden and reaching my belly button on either side.
It was only then that he put his large hands on my shoulders and turned me towards the mirror. My eyes widened again.
I had oodles and oodles of platinum blonde hair. These witches must have used two heads worth of hair extensions. It was hard to tell but I think my own natural hair was tied up in an over the head bun, and then blended into what I assumed was pounds worth of wavy hair extensions that made their way down to almost my ass. Part of me was petrified, but part of me was in awe. I always wanted thicker, longer hair. I didn’t care for the blonde though, I thought it made me look like a bimbo.
It was only then that I looked at my eyelashes. Again, part of me was shocked but part of me was in awe. My eyelashes were so thick, and so long, they had never curled up like this on my own.
One of the girls waved her hands through me hair explaining
“These extensions are glued in. They should be good for months, same with the eyelashes. And of course if you see your doll getting a bit run down, you know where to bring her for a tune up!” She laughed, prompting Mr. Wilson to roar in laughter.
“Do I ever.” I then felt his body behind mine, thrusting his pelvis into my ass. My sliver of awe at my new look was instantly dashed, and I instantly became nauseous. I felt his monstrish hands cup my breasts and squeeze. He pulled me into his body. I locked eyes with one of the women, begging for her to help me.
She looked at me coldly until Mr. Wilson said “Well done ladies. Babe you’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight.
The girls instantly laughed “Dammnn girl, I wish a man would talk to me like that. Thank your lucky stars bitch!”
Mr. Wilson sneered at me as he locked eyes through the mirror. He gave my tits one more squeeze before he released. I knew he wanted to send a message. Even in public, even in a salon full of women, I was his property.
He reached into his wallet, and tipped the women an extra $100 each. They cooed in excitement. He was rewarding them for their obedience.
Little did they know that the only reason this loser even has that cash is because he made me whore myself out online last night.
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Mr. Wilson’s Perspective
We walked out of the salon, and made a few blocks to our next destination. Katee looked so fucking sexy with her luscious platinum blonde hair, lashes and nails done. She now looked like the type of girl that would choose to wear the slutty outfit I was parading her around town in, rather than an innocent school girl being forced into it.
On the walk this morning, men were lusting after Katee, but were confused on how this sweet innocent young girl was with such a ugly old man. Now, with how she was looking, they were understanding. With her platinum blonde hair, bimbo pink painted nails and overall outfit, they knew her for what she was. She was a slut, a whore, likely with her sugar daddy. And they treated her like one. The comments were getting more lewd. I encouraged it as I would laugh loudly at each lewd comment asking to see her tits, fuck her pussy and even lick her ass.
The next place on the schedule was a combination of a tattoo parlor, body piercer and tanning studio. I had made the owner an offer he couldn’t refuse, so he agreed to close the semi popular spot to make this a private appointment.
I walked in, and greeted the owner of the studio, as well as his two employees. This was reputable, but a bit seedy place, compared to the beauty salon. It was dim lit. In contrast to the salon, everyone here was a middle aged, overweight male with a bit of a grunge ‘motorcycle gang’ look. Its a pretty good vibe if you’re a guy looking for a full sleeve tattoo, but I imagine a terrifying place if you’re a scantily clad teenaged girl.
I made a bit of a show. “Well pal, as you can see, my doll here is a bit pale.” I said as I stroked her torso. I wasn’t lying. Katee was drop dead gorgeous, but she definitely could use some color.
“Don’t worry man, we’ll get her glowing for you.” The man chuckled.
I gave him an envelope full of cash and left the place. Little did Katee know, but the owner gave me the key to the back door. I made my way to his office from the back door, and watched the scene that was about to unfold through the multiple security cameras.
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Katee’s Perspective:
I looked around at the 3 men around me. I was in a dark, seedy tattoo parlor. For once in my life, I felt a pit in my tummy as Mr. Wilson left. At least when he was here I had some sense of safety. Now that he was gone, I felt utterly helpless.
I looked around at the three men. All were looking at me like I was a wounded deer in the field. I looked up, trying not to make eye contact. I saw guns on the counter, as well as hung up on the walls. I immediately shifted my gaze to the floor.
‘Get a hold of yourself Katee’ I talked to myself. ‘This is a popular place, some of the older kids in high school actually went here for tattoos. Just be normal, be yourself, like you used to be at least.”
I mustered up a smile as I looked at the owner “Uhm Hi sir, where should I start.”
He walked up to me, without saying much. He had a full head of jet black hair, greased back. He was about half a foot taller than, me and at least had 100 lbs on me, much of it in his broad shoulders, arms, and stomach. He was wearing a black V neck shirt, but I could still see his two full sleeve tattoos, and chest tattoo.
He finally replied “Well, your old man wants some color on you, so why don’t we start there.”
“Chris why don’t we see what were working with under here huh?” He said.
I turned around, there was a man right behind me, I jumped as I didn’t know he was so close. This man was skinny, and at least a foot taller than me. He was bald, and had tattoos of a snake and lizard crawling up his neck and onto his temples.
He put his hands on my shoulders, as to calm me.
But soon his skinny fingers reached under the strap of my top. I immediately pulled away, but stepped right into the hands of the owner standing in front of me. He grabbed me by my shoulders.
I heard the door locking and the blinds closing behind me as I realized the third man wanted to make sure no one walked in on what was happening here.
The owner calmly took his finger and put it on my lips.
“Now your old man paid top dollar for you to get the full service treatment. You don’t have to lift a finger babe, just relax.”
Tears started to well up in my eyes. I was too scared to move. He locked eyes with man behind me, and nodded. I was paralyzed in fear as the man behind me returned to my top straps and slid them down my shoulder. I felt my boobs release as they no longer had the support of the straps holding them up, and the lost the underpadding of the top.
I could see the third man now out of the corner of my eye. He was near my height, bald, fat, smiling as he rubbed his hands together.
I closed my eyes, and sniffled as tears rolled down my cheeks as the inevitable happened. The man behind me cupped my breasts, before slowly dropping my top, releasing by bare boobs free.
“OOOOO—eee!!” The short man exclaimed, practically jumping for joy.
The boss in front of me cupped both of my bare tits in his hands and started playing with them in his hands. He moaned.
“Don’t think I’ve felt a pair of tits this nice in all my years.” He moaned.
The man behind me swiftly dropped the top down my waist, and It dropped to my feet, leaving me half nude.
The short man giggled as he pulled my thong by the straps and pulled it up, giving me a wedgie.
“Naughty bitch!” He laughed .
The tall man behind me wasted no time in unbuttoning my tight pencil skirt, and letting it fall to the floor.
“No, Please” I whimpered, crying.
They ignored me completely.
“Please man please, let me see that ass.” The short man jostled with the tall one to get behind me.
“Fucking idiot.” The tall man sighed as he let the other one in front of him.
The short man moaned as he groped my ass.
“Oh my god I’ve never felt an ass this juicy!!” He screamed.
I could feel his cock through his trousers, practically humping me from behind as he groped my ass.
“Please don’t” I sighed, already knowing that it would fall on deaf ears. I continued to sniffle.
The man in front of me didn’t even look at my face as I begged him to stop. He took my tits in his hands and put one of my tits into his mouth. He suckled my nipple, as he brought me into him by my waist.
From behind I felt my thong being yanked to the side, and then abruptly a stubby finger started circling my ass hole.
The tall man joined in now, he groped my free tit, and stuck two of his long bony fingers into my pussy.
The short man behind me bent down on both knees. His finger was soon replaced my his slobbering tongue. He sniffed my teen asshole deeply, moaned and then started eating my ass out.
He was howling in pleasure. Screaming about how a girl finally let him eat her ass out.
The boss man in front of me sensed I was starting to breath heavier. He let my tit out of his mouth, and started kissing my neck while groping my tits.
I tried to push him off, but I was no where near strong enough. He just chuckeled, before continuing.
Without regard for the workers, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me onto the tanning bed and put me down.
“Hey boss, what the fuck!” the short one said.
The boss split my legs open and threw my thong aside. He took out his cock from his trousers. It must have been close to ten inches, bigger then most of the porn stars in the videos Mr. Wilson made me watch! I couldn’t help but gasp.
“She’s got a more than one hole you idiots.” He yelled back at his subordinates.
I gulped and closed my eyes. I felt him enter me as I lied on my back. My legs were split apart and resting on his shoulders. I moaned in pain as his full girth entered me. As my mouth opened in pain, it was quickly stuffed by a short girthy penis that I could only assume was the loud short worker.
As the boss was fucking my brains out. He started yelling out commands.
“Chris, we can’t spend all our time fucking her, get started on something the old man wants. Get the tanning oil.”
It wasn’t long before I felt hot oil being drizzled on my tits and torso. I felt a wet lappy tongue as I realized the tall man was spreading the tanning oil on my body with his tongue!
Meanwhile, the fat short man rudely yanked my mouth open and shoved his cock inside.I was gagging on the short mans chubby dick. He really had no concerns about my breathing. I struggle to catch my breath as he rammed his dick in and out of my mouth and moaned loudly.
I shoved the little man away, to catch a breath, before receiving a sharp slap on the cheek.
“Suck my cock bitch!” he screamed before holding my mouth open and ramming it in. I started tearing as I gagged on this heinous man’s penis.
“Done boss” Chris replied after thoroughly spreading the oil on my front side.
With that, the boss effortless turned me over.
He walked around and gave the short man a bit of a shove, as he gave him the tanning lotion.
“Get her back”
I sighed in relief as I took I as much air as I could. This didn’t last long as the boss put his big unit into my gaping mouth, almost making me vomit as he triggered my gag reflex. I realized the tall man had now started fucking me from behind.
The small man had resigned to smearing the oil on my back side. He lingered on my ass and ass hole, making sure it was well lubricated, before going to my back with the oil. I could feel his short dick and his big balls on my back as he moved up and down the table.
I couldn’t focus on much other than the big dick in front of me. I looked up, the boss was smiling as he rammed his cock down my throat. He was playing with my now blonde fake hair with one hand. He had the other hand on my neck, choking me making it even harder to breath.
I begged him to stop but im sure even if he understood me he wouldn’t care.
Just then, I felt his cock tense up, he put both large hands on my neck and squeezed as he came. I felt on the brink of fainting. He released as he came what felt like a gallon of cum into my throat. I choked and started coughing instantly, gasping for air. Just then the man behind me came in my pussy.
“OK boys, rest up while this bitch is baking in the oven.” Round 2 when she’s out.
Just like that, as I was still coughing up cum, The carried my naked oily body into the tanning booth and shut the door.
I had 5 or 10 minutes alone in the booth. I took it to catch my breath. I think the boss came into my airway, it took me almost the entire time to cough up all of his cum.
I was in tears when I heard the alarm go off. The two workers smiled as they opened the latch and looked at my naked body.
They picked me up and put me back on the tanning table.
“Round 2 bitch.” The short man said.
This time the short man fucked me as I lied on my back. He was girthy but didn’t reach far into my pussy compared to the boss. The tall man fucked my mouth. I was a bit better prepared for it this time, and learned to take in small breaths in pattern with his strokes.
I wondered where the boss was. I found myself thinking that if I’m getting raped it might as well be with his big dick, before almost slapping myself for having such a thought.
I noticed he was coming to me with something in his hand.
“Have your fun but keep her still. The old man wants us to put this on her.”
I felt the cool sensation and smell of an alcohol swab on my tummy. I felt his firm hand keep me still, tenting my skin. What the fuck was going on?
“AHHHHH” I screamed as I felt it. I felt piercing cold steel as I realized this lunatic had pierced my belly button. I threw the cock out of my face before looking down. I saw a sharp piercing go into my belly butting and stick out an inch above it.
I felt a sharp slap on my face, before my head was yanked back down and forced to suck cock.
The boss capped the belly button pearcing..
“There there, stop your crying.”
The tall man came, probably getting off on my pain. He gave me facial full of cum.
The boss yelled “Clean that shit up you idiot”
I soon felt a rag wipe the cum off my face.
The boss roughly grabbed my face and held it still. He gave the tall man a look.
“Hold her nose up” my nose was held still. He pierced it, this didn’t hurt nearly as much as the belly, but I still had no idea what was going on.
He roughly attached a nose ring on my left nostril and spun it around.
I looked down, the short man had finally cum again.
“OK you idiot now that you’ve finally done it, why don’t you prep the whore’s asshole like the old man wanted.”
The tall man lifted my legs up. Like he was a mechanic, the small man inspected my asshole carefully. Before going to the cabinet and getting a solution.
He wore gloves as he took a pad and soaked it with some solution. He spread my asshole apart, before applying some of the solution onto my asshole.
“OWWWWW” I screamed as it burned.
The boss, covered my mouth.
“Don’t mind her, do a good job.”
He proceeded to pour more of the substance, causing burning pain on my sensitive asshole.
“That’s one bleached asshole for this bimbo.” He grinned
Alright, get her back in the oven. We don’t have much time til the old man is back.
The boss slapped me across the face “Not a word of this to the old man you whore.”
I nodded “Yes sir” as I sobbed.
They dumped me into the tanning bed face down this time and shut the latch. I sobbed deeply for 10 minutes until I was done.
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Mr. Wilson’s Perspective
I was rock hard as I finished the live action scene that unfolded in front of me. I had watched the boss of this reputable tattoo studio and his two workers gang rape the sweet teen I had brought to them. Of course, I had given them permission, without disclosing too much detail.
I told them that Katee was my sugar baby, and her ultimate fantasy was getting gang raped by some strange men. I paid them to block off the studio to make this happen. I told them that no matter how much she cried or begged them to stop, she wanted this and was loving it. I told them to not stop no matter what.
Meanwhile, I had them add some things to Katee’s appearance to make her look even sluttier. I had them give her a tan, making her once pale skin look golden tan. I had them bleach her asshole, to make her look like a true full service slut.
I then had them implant some very special pierced jewelry.
First was a sterling silver nasal ring, this was wrapped around her right nostril. Not only did this add to her new slutty look, but it also was functional. It had a tiny GPS tracker on the inside. I knew in case she decided to get squirrely, this would help me keep track of her.
The center piece was the sterling silver belly piercing that I had them pierce her with while they fucked her, completely against her will. It the silver stud was visible above her navel, before submerging under her skin and emerging again within her belly button. This part looked like a crystal like gem, but unknowingly to Katee also contained a microphone, so I could record her at any time I wished.
A half inch silver chain hung down from this piece before giving rise to the ornament, a glittering chain that strung together 6 letters that hung down from the main piece. It spelled out SEX TOY.
I wanted this ornament to let the world know exactly what Katee was, and how she was to be treated. I knew that jewelry like this would further enforce this new identity into Katee’s psyche. Truthfully, I knew it was just the beginning.
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Katee’s Perspective:
After having their way with me and violating my body in all sorts of unimaginable ways, they gave me my purse, clothes and told me to put myself together for Mr. Wilson.
I was standing in a dimly lit, mold bathroom, having just re applied my eyeline, lipstick and blush. My new nose piercing stung as I accidentally grazed it while doing my make up.
I wanted to cry as I looked at my reflection. I could hardly recognize myself. Looking back at me was a golden tanned face with long, overly done platinum blonde hair. I had heavy make up on accentuating my eyes, lips and blushed cheeks.
My big, now golden tanned tits were boosted up comically by my slutty pink top. My legs were completely bare, with my tight white pencil skirt My tummy was also completely bare.
I teared up as I saw my new belly button piercing. It was throbbing, mocking me. In two or three inch lettering, the words “SEX TOY” dangled down from the piercing in shiny glittery letters which I’m sure could be seen from a block away.
“Hey bitch, come out, your ‘boyfriend’s’ here” one of the men lauded
I wiped the tear off my cheek as I mustered the strength to walk out of the bathroom. With each step the chained ornament giggled a bit, tugging at my tender belly button.
I saw his leering smile almost instantly as I walked into the main room of the studio.
He came up to me, I felt repulsed as he put his hand freely around my bare waist.
“My my. Good work fellas” He sneered
He picked up the dangling letters of my belly button piercing in his hands. He beamed as he read it out loud.
“SEX TOY, ha! Sounds about right.”
I winced in pain as he gave it a tug before letting it go.
He gave the boss an envelope full of cash, the boss counted it before thanking him for hie generosity.
“No problem man.” He said as he started to walk me out of the room towards the door. “You took good care of my slut.” He then paused as he turned back to them.
“I might need to bring her back for a tramp stamp.” He smiled as he stroked my lower back to emphasize his point.
The men laughed
“Or maybe branding this sexy ass of hers.” He said as he slipped my skirt up and gave my ass cheek a smack in front of the three men.
They cheered and laughed. “Bring her back anytime man, first tattoo is on the house for you.”
I tried to hold in my tears. I was utterly humiliated as he was openly groping me in front of these strangers, treating me like a piece of meat.
Finally he led me out of the room, outside. The sun had begun to set. I was just relieved as I took a breath of fresh air in. It seemed like I had been in various dingy studios for hours.
Not knowing what this monster has in store next for me, I simply waited. I heard him whistle, as a cab pulled in to the parking lot. I could see the cab driver leering at me, looking me up and down.
The door was opened for me, and I felt Mr. Wilson’s hand on my lower back, pushing me in. He quickly got in and closed the door.
“Nudies Strip Club” Please
The cab driver smiled before starting to drive.
He turned to me and leered “Time for you to show off your sexy body off like the whore that you are.”
I felt the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten as the cab pulled out of the parking lot.
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