Cheerleader Picture - Ch. 10 - 12

Chapter 10 - Dancing

Over the next few weeks Anne learned to cope with her new body. The
most difficult part was having to wear heels everywhere. She even got
plastic heels to wear in the shower because it hurt too much to stand flat-
footed for that long.
And all of the shoes Anne wore had very thin heels, Paul saw to that. Even
at school. Balancing on stiletto heels is not always an easy task. And
Anne's new chest threw off her balance. So she was always in danger of
falling. This had the effect of making Anne very unsure of herself
whenever she was standing or walking.
And Anne's new boobs totally threw her off balance. And she wasn't used
to them so she would constantly bump into things or people. Or turn and
knock something down with them. They were just always getting in her
way and throwing her off.
The end result was that Anne became very unsure of herself physically.
The only time she could relax was when she was lying down. And she was
almost always playing with herself or fucking when she was lying down.
So she started to equate sex with the only time she was physically confident
of her body.
Anne was alternately repelled and excited by her new body. One minute
she would look at her giant cow udders and shudder at the thought of her
whore body. Then she would watch a movie where a big-titted whore was
being tortured and would love squeezing her tits and loving how, even with
both hands, she could not circle a single tit.
Paul had Anne tell him what she enjoyed watching when she masturbated
to her porno movies. Anne loved watching women get pierced with
needles. As she saw more and more needles pushed into a woman's breasts
and ass and pussy she would rub her clit faster and faster.
And she would tell Paul how much she loved watching it. She would tell
him what was coming next. How the next set of needles would go through
the woman's clit. And as the woman on the screen was screaming in
agony, Anne would be climaxing and screaming with joy.
Then, as she came of off the climax, Anne would want to turn the video
off. Without the build up toward a cum the films didn't excite her, they
disgusted her. And the thought that she had just cum while watching it
disgusted her even more.
But Paul would make her leave the film on, make her continue watching it.
And make her tell him what she loved about it. And Anne would have to
talk about the parts that minutes ago would have made her cum. She had to
talk as though watching a needle pressed into a woman's breast was
exciting and arousing.
Anne didn't even know herself anymore. Who was this woman telling Paul
that these movies excited her? How could she even pretend that she liked
something so vile. And as Paul would stroke her face and tell her that she
was his special love slut, and that he loved watching her cum to these
videos, she would look at Paul and realize how much she loved him, and
how special he was to her.
And then Paul would tell her that she was a dirty little slut. A whore for
dumping cum into. That she was just a little piece of fuck meat. That she
was only good for one thing, but that he loved her anyway. And Anne
would cringe as he told her this. But then Paul would point to her whore
body. He would slap her big cow udders and remind her that only a whore
would have tits that big. That only a whore would have a bare pussy and
wear heels everywhere. That only a whore would sit and watch movies like
these and get off on them.
And Anne would shake her head back and forth, no, no she wasn't what he
said. The movies disgusted her. Her big whore tits disgusted her. This
wasn't her. But even as she would be shaking her head, her body would be
starting to work up again. The thought of how disgusting she acted when
she was hot, the vision of the dirty little piece of hot trash should would be,
that vision would get her hot again.
Her disgust with herself would turn her back on. And so, she was in a
vicious cycle, coming down from a cum, getting disgusted with the dirty
little tramp she had become, and getting turned on by the image of the
dirty little tramp, to cum again.
And Paul would watch her, and talk to her, and see her cum again and
again, all afternoon long. A sleazy little whore using a vibrator and her
hands on her pussy, her clit, and her tits. And every once in a while he
would see in her eyes the look of a trapped animal, An animal trapped in
her own cycle of lust. Wanting to break out but not able to.

And with Anne's new body, Paul had had to take her shopping again.
None of her old clothes fit anymore. But that was ok. This time he took her
to the lingerie store and had her stand in the changing room with the door
open as the sales girl brought her clothes to try on.
And through it all, other shoppers, mostly women, but a few men, would
walk by and look in on Anne changing from one bra to another or from
one corset to another. And Paul would keep her facing the open door so
that they could see her bare pussy and humongous tits.
And Anne could hear them. The women would make comments like
"whore" and "slut" and "cow." And the men would look right at her,
imagining their pricks buried in her pussy or between her tits. And Anne
would hang her head in shame, knowing that all these decent, good people
knew that she was a dirty little whore. Oh god, she was so disgusting.
And then Paul told her to play with her pussy while waiting for the sales
girl to bring back some more stockings. And Anne, who had zoned out to
avoid the comments of the people walking by, just dropped her hand to her
clit without thinking and started to rub her clit.
Oh god, it felt so good. The debasement up to now had made her feel
totally disgusting. So almost immediately her body started to respond to
her fingers. Yes, she was a dirty little cunt. Oh god yes, everyone knew she
was a whore. Just looking at her they knew what she was.
Anne was so wrapped up in playing with herself that she didn't notice the
sales girl at first. The sales girl stood in shock looking at Anne. Here was
this woman standing there, naked, with giant whore tits and a bald pussy,
rubbing her clit and building toward a cum. She couldn't believe it. How
totally disgusting.
Anne suddenly realized what she was doing and stopped. She saw the look
of total disgust in the salesgirls eyes and turned away in tears. Oh god, how
could she be so dirty. How could she. She was sick, just plain sick. And
Paul grabbed her, turned her toward him, and slapped her, asking her how
dare she be so disgusting.
Anne started to collapse to the ground when Paul grabbed her and held her
up, his head next to hers, his mouth by her ear. "Rub your clit" he
whispered. "Make yourself cum."
Anne froze in shock. WHAT? DO WHAT? She couldn't do that. That was
too disgusting even for a slut like her. The sales girl already thought she
was a dirty whore. She couldn't keep playing with her clit.
"Now slut" Paul whispered through clenched teeth. "You know you have to
cum you whore. Think of yourself playing with your clit in front of this
innocent little girl. She's probably never seen another woman nude before.
And you're going to show her what you look like when you cum. She will
think you are such a dirty little pig, and she'll be right. Cum for her, show
her how dirty you are. You know you want to do it."
And with each word from Paul Anne got hotter and hotter, until she
couldn't stand it anymore. The thought of appearing to this young girl as a
complete slut was getting her hotter and hotter. Oh god, she had to cum.
She just had to. And Anne dropped her hands to her clit and started to play
with herself again.
The young sales clerk looked on in utter disgust, rooted to the spot by the
utter depravity of it. She had never seen anyone have sex, and here was
some big-titted whore masturbating right in front of her. How could she.
How could any woman sink to such an utterly low level of depravity.
And Anne saw the look on the girls face, closed her eyes in shame, and
came and came and came. And as she came she sunk to the floor, still
rubbing her clit. And then finally she stopped, kneeling on the floor, with
her head hung in shame, unwilling to look at anyone.
And Paul bent down next to her, pulled her head back, and said "Anne,
you need to apologize to this young girl. This sales girl here is a decent and
good girl, not a dirty little whore like you. You need to tell her you're sorry
you did this in front of her.
And Anne looked up at the sales girl and realized with a shock that she
wasn't that much different from Anne. She was 17 or 18, probably had a
boyfriend, friends at school, just like Anne. No, nothing like herself. This
was a good girl, a decent girl. This girl was disgusted by Anne, and she
should be, Anne was nothing like her. Anne was a depraved big-titted
whore. She was not at all like this girl.
And as Anne realized how different she was from this girl. This girl who
was exactly what Anne used to be, she started to cry. Oh god, she had sunk
so low. Look at her, naked, making herself cum in front of a stranger, on
the floor of the changing room. Oh god, she was so dirty.
"Tell her you're sorry."
"I-I'm sorry" Anne whimpered and started to cry.
"Tell her you're a dirty little whore and you can't help your self."
Oh god no. "I-I'm a dirty little slut - I can't stop it - I have to cum - I'm
I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Anne begged.
And at that point the sales girl lost it she was so disgusted she threw the
clothes she was carrying onto the floor, turned and ran out of the changing
room and slammed the door to the room, finally giving Anne the privacy
she wanted.
"Oh Anne, my dirty little whore. Why can't you control yourself? Do you
realize what that girl thinks of you my little slut? She thinks you're the
most perverted person in the entire world. And she might be right you
know. Do you think that's possible my little fuck toy?"
And Anne looked up at Paul with horror on her face. Oh god, she was so
dirty and perverted. She hadn't ever seen the contrast before between what
she had been, and what she had become. Oh god, she was so filthy. Oh god
help her. And Anne threw her arms around Paul and cried "oh no, oh god
no. What have I become. Oh god help me."
And Paul put on arm around her back to hug her and whispered to her "its
ok Anne my little slut. I love you Anne. I love your big cow tits and your
shaved whore pussy, and your dirty slut body that masturbates in front of
innocent little girls."
And as Paul talked to Anne his other hand went down to her clit and
started rubbing it.
Anne stiffened immediately. Oh god no, no she thought Don't do this. I'm
not a slut, I'm not. Why am I getting turned on by this. I can't be, its too
dirty. Oh god I should be ashamed by this and I'm getting turned on by it.
No no n --- "OH GOD, OH NO, OOOHHH." And Anne came.
And as she came she cried even more, because only a true sex slut would
cum now. And Paul continued to rub her pussy as Anne came and came
and cried and cried. Until finally she could take no more and collapsed.
And Paul looked down at his lovely slut, awash in tears and sweat, wrung
out from cum after cum, and smiled.
It cost Paul a $300.00 tip to stop the sales girl from calling mall security.
And as Anne walked out the store she heard her call her "whore" and
flinched as though hit. Because the truth hurts.

Paul was invited over to Anne's house for dinner, to thank him for saving
their daughter from the bum who had punched her. Anne's father, mother,
and younger sisters all thought Paul was wonderful. And Paul charmed all
of them.
Anne was incredibly nervous the entire time. She didn't know how to act
with Paul in front of her parents. And whenever she started to relax, Paul
would make some comment, innocuous to the rest, that set her off. She was
mostly quiet, deferring to everything he said.
But through it all, there were looks of care directed by Anne toward Paul.
She couldn't hide her love for him. Of course her parents thought it was
the looks of a young girl for an older man who had saved her. Not the
looks of a sex toy for her master.
And when Paul asked if he could take Anne dancing that night, her parents
said ok. He was a nice boy who had saved her. And she seemed to like him.
Yes he was a little old, but they knew him, and that made it ok. So Anne
and Paul left to go dancing, with Anne's parents permission.
Once they were in the car, still in sight of Anne's house, Paul had Anne
start undressing. Once she had stripped and was naked, Paul threw her
clothes in the back and handed her her outfit for the evening. It was one
they had bought earlier in the day.
The skirt was a white thin material that tightly stretched around Anne's
waist and was basically transparent letting anyone view her cunt and ass.
For the top, all there was was two white suspenders, each about 2" wide
that went up, over her shoulders, and attached in the back. The straps went
over her nipples but didn't cover much else of her tits. And with her big
tits, that left a lot to be seen.
The bottom of the skirt had garter belts attached that then attached to her
stockings, which were also white. And then to top it off, she had white lace
gloves and white 7" heels. It wasn't the same as being naked Anne
realized, it was worse. Because everything could still be seen, but the
clothes were a reminder that most people wore clothes that did cover them
up.
And when Anne stood up, the full effects of the skirt became even more
obvious. The skirt was only about 4" wide unstretched. The combination of
the garters and suspenders stretched it to a decent length - above her
thighs. But where it ran across her pussy and ass, it was only 4" high. It
didn't even cover all of her pussy or ass.
Anne was a whore. And as she imagined the evening in store for her. As
she realized how she looked, she shuddered and started to finger her pussy.
Oh yes Paul she thought. Take me and use me. Show your little whore to
everyone. Make me suck their cocks and cover me in cum. Fuck me all
night long. And Anne came on her fingers thinking about the night ahead.

Paul pulled into the parking lot of the strip club. He parked the car and got
Anne out. Anne looked around wondering what this was going to be like.
As they walked up to the door, Anne barely able to walk in her 7" heels,
she was starting to get nervous.
Inside she actually relaxed a little. All the other women in there were
dressed like she was. It was actually comfortable to be amoung other
women dressed the same way. Of course they all worked there but still, it
was nice not to stand out.
Paul walked her up to 2 chairs next to the stage and sat her in one, sitting
down next to her. He looked up on the stage where a woman was spreading
her pussy for the crowd. He pulled out a pile of tens and slapped one up on
the stage.
The dancer on the stage moved over Paul's way to collect and he handed a
10 to Anne. "Put it up on the stage slut."
Anne took the 10 and placed it up on the stage. The dancer looked at her
funny, and reached for it, spreading her legs giving Anne a beaver shot as
a thank you. Anne blushed and looked away.
"Don't look away whore - you paid 10 for that beaver shot" Paul told
Anne. "Here, hold this 10 up for her and she'll let you put it between her
garter belt and leg."
"Wha-what?" asked Anne shocked.
"Give her the 10 now." hissed Paul. "Before I get pissed."
Anne turned back toward the stage and held the 10 out, her hand shaking.
The dancer came over, pulled Anne's hand over, and helped her deposit
the 10. The dancer then leaned back the give Anne another beaver shot and
as Anne turned away, she heard Paul say "look at her pussy slut. You paid
so you look." Anne stared as the woman spread her pussy lips giving her a
view of her pussy.
For the next couple of dances Paul let Anne just watch. And Anne found
herself enjoying the show. These women were sluts. Maybe not as big a
slut as she was but there were someone she could relate to. They were not
from a different world like the sales girl she had cum in front of earlier.
These girls wouldn't mind if she played with herself here.
And as Anne started to enjoy the show, one hand slipped down to her clit
and started to rub it. God that felt good. This was so nice, That girl up
there looked good, sort of like the one who had her tits bound and whipped
in one of her favorite films. Oh god she would love to see that, to see that
woman bound to the stage, her tits tied tight in ropes and whipped with a
cane. God she would love to watch her scream.
And as she fantasized, she started rubbing her clit faster and faster. Several
of the people near the front started watching Anne instead of the show.
And as Anne realized they were watching her she rubbed her clit faster and
faster. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes she wanted to cum. And then when
she was about to cum Paul grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
"NNNOOOoooo" she cried. "Please let me cum. Please let your little whore
cum."
"You can cum, but first give the dancer some money. Give her enough to
come over here and spread her pussy for you. You can play with your clit
while looking at her pussy."
Anne grabbed the pile of 10s from Paul and put them all up on the stage.
The dancer came over, and seeing the pile, immediately dropped her g-
string, laid back, and spread her legs for Anne. Anne immediately started
frigging her clit while staring at the dancers pussy.
It looks so gorgeous thought Anne. All bare like mine. Oh I'd love to see it
whipped, that would make me so hot. Oh god, she's pulling her pussy lips
open, she's spreading her cunt for me. Oh god, I'm going to cum I'm
going t--- "OOOHHHHH GGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD" Anne yelled as
everyone looked over at her.
The manager ran over. "God damn it, you can't do that her. I'm going to
get arrested. Get out of her you fucking whore" he said.
Anne looked up stricken. Oh god no, she was too slutty even for here.
Paul looked up and calmly said "how about this. Instead of throwing her
out, let her dance. She just needs an outlet for her urges. If you kick her out
she'll end up blowing everyone in the parking lot and you'll be in even
more trouble. Let her dance."
Oh yes thought Anne, let me dance. Don't kick me out. Let me spread my
pussy for everyone in here.
"Ok" said the manager, she's up.
And with that Anne walked up on the stage and started to dance to the
music. She wasn't very good but she had an incredible body. She shook her
tits and spread her pussy. And the customers could tell she was hot. This
wasn't a fake act like most of the dancers did. They could tell the girl up
there, the one with the big whore hooters and the bare slut pussy, she
wanted to fuck every man in the room.
And Anne loved it. She was acting like a complete slut and the men were
all cheering for her. This is where she belonged. This was where the new
Anne could be herself and be accepted and appreciated for what she was.
And she danced and gyrated, and without even touching her clit, she came.
Up there on the stage in front of all those horny men she fell to her knees
as she came.

And for the next several months, almost every Saturday night, Paul would
pick Anne up from her house for a date. And he would take her to the strip
club where she was one of the most popular dancers. And Anne loved it
because she could sink down to her most depraved level and the customers
loved her.
But Paul was wrong about one thing. It didn't work off her urges. Every
time, as soon as she finished her number, Anne went out to the back alley.
And back there she would suck off every man who came back for a blow-
job.
Because the dancing wasn't enough. She had to have the sex. She had to be
used by the men in the club. She needed to be drowning in cum. To have it
in her hair, on her face, and all over her lovely big tits. She needed to be
their fuck toy.
And finally Paul had to stop Anne's career as a dancer. The night she blew
86 men. It wasn't that it was too many for Anne. But at this rate the police
were bound to notice. Hell, at that rate sooner or later she would end up
blowing someone who knew her.

Chapter 11 - Birthday

Every day Anne went through the same routine. She would wake up and
use her vibrator to make herself cum. She then would go in to the
bathroom, remove her butt-plug, and shit and pee.
Then, she would fill up the enema bag and give herself an enema. At
Paul's instructions she would hold the enema while she soaped herself off,
and rubbed herself to another climax. Then finally she would let the enema
out, lube up the butt-plug, and re-insert it.
Aside from the morning in the bathroom the butt-plug was always in
Anne's ass. And over time, even as Paul had kept giving Anne bigger and
bigger butt-plugs, Anne had come to feel as though it was normal to have
the plug there. She was actually uncomfortable when it was out.
And so, wherever Anne was, at breakfast with her family, at school, with
friends, when she was sitting down she was always reminded of Paul by the
extra pressure the butt-plug brought on her ass.
And every night, as she went to sleep, she used her vibrator again, getting
herself off. Sometimes only once. But many times 2, 3 , or more times.
And while many times her fantasies started off as something romantic, the
visions of men using her, dumping their loads of cum on her face,
whipping and beating her took over. And Anne found herself climaxing to
scenes of utter depravity in her mind. Because her mind could only connect
an orgasm with being used and abused.

And then it happened. It was inevitable in hindsight. How normal can a
young girl act around her family and teachers when part of the time she is
a wanton slut. If sometimes the normal position is to sit with your legs
spread, pussy exposed, playing with your clit - then its hard to remember
other times you are supposed to be prim and proper, showing nothing,
doing nothing.
While Anne's parents had become more and more worried about how she
was acting, Anne had managed to brush them off. But when one of her
teachers reported her to the school counselor for masturbating during
class,
then the shit hit the fan.
The school called Anne's parents who came in to talk. Talking to each
other it became obvious that Anne had "problems." No one wanted to say
sex. The actual specifics never came up. But when Anne was called in the
counselor and Anne's parents had decided - they were going to work
together on Anne to straighten her out.
And Anne's parents laid part of the blame on Paul. They should never
have let her date someone so much older than her. That just couldn't be
allowed anymore. Anne needed to concentrate on school, and then, once
she had straightened herself out, find a nice young man her own age.
And so, suddenly Paul was cut off from Anne. When school ended Anne
spent an hour talking to the school counselor. And then she had to go
straight home to her mother and do her homework. She was only allowed
to go out to school & parent supervised parties.
And the counselor did a good job. Anne didn't tell her about Paul - oh god
she couldn't tell anyone about that. But the counselor realized that Anne
had almost no self-respect. And so she slowly built that up. And she talked
with Anne about love and caring and respect. And Anne started to realize
what she was missing.
And without Paul there to reinforce his lessons, Anne started to think
about
finding a boy who would love her, and be kind to her and take care of her.
And she found her sexual fantasies started to have caring men, even as she
came.
And then one night, she didn't even play with herself. Anne just dropped
off to sleep thinking of the man who would someday come sweep her off
her feet. And a few days after that, the butt-plug was put away. Anne
didn't stop the enema's because to her, that was part of being clean. But
the rest was put away.
And over a period of 2 months, the school counselor had worked a minor
miracle. In the place of a dirty little slut with no self respect stood a
young
lady. Like any teenager Anne was filled with worries and self-doubt. But
they had rescued the young girl who still lived inside her. And her time
with Paul was becoming a remote, bad dream.
Anne even discovered between the occasional battles that she liked and
appreciated her parents. All these things that had disappeared in the haze
of constant sex were returning. And she liked it. She had a happy life
again.
And the boys at school really liked her. She knew a lot of it was because
of
her new body. Most of them couldn't keep their eyes off of her giant tits.
But they talked to her. They were nice to her. They would do anything for
her. And she loved being treated that way.
And as her parents saw Anne return to normal, they started letting her date
again. And the boys who dated Anne were in heaven. After what Anne had
been through, giving a kind desperate boy a quick blow-job or even a fuck
was nothing. And the boys all got to fuck this stunning girl, who would
spread her legs at the slightest chance.
And as Anne was living her dream, a problem started to descend on her.
They didn't turn her on. Yes she got a little excited. But she never had an
orgasm on a date. None of the boys at school got her off. Now this was
probably due to the fact that they came so soon. But Anne didn't know this.
All she knew was that gentle lovemaking wasn't giving her what she
needed.
And so we have Anne, dissatisfied with her love life. Plenty of sex but no
turn-on. Not sure what she needed but knowing that there was something
better. And not sure how to get there.
And meanwhile we have poor Paul. Desperate for Anne, his one true love.
The one woman who gave him everything he needed. Unable to contact her
because of her father. Trying to think of some way to get her back.
And then Anne's mother brought them back together. Not realizing what
she was doing, Anne's mother sent Paul an invitation to Anne's birthday
party. Anne was turning 18 and her parents were throwing a party for her
at a local teen dance club.

Anne was welcoming guests when Paul walked up. "Wh-what are you
doing here" she asked.
"I was invited - didn't you send me the invitation" he replied.
"N-no, I didn't" Anne was getting a little flustered. She wasn't really
sure
what she was feeling inside except confused - really confused. Why oh why
did Paul have to come tonight.
"I brought you a present, don't you want to know what it is" Paul asked.
"Sure - what is it."
"Well, I call it my favorite highlights. Its 2 hours of you doing what you
do
best. I thought you would like to see it."
"Oh no Paul - no - no more. I won't do it anymore. I don't care what you
say. I'm not going to do it." Anne said feeling very scared, but very
determined too. She had been rescued from the depths of depravity and she
wasn't going to go back down again.
"I'm not going to show it to anyone else - at least not if you watch it one
last time with me."
Anne felt elation when Paul said he wouldn't show it to anyone, and then
dread at the thought of watching it again. She couldn't do that - she
couldn't relive those times.
"Its very simple my love. We go watch it in the office back there by
ourselves right now - OR I put it up on that big screen TV over there.
You'll see it either way. But I think your classmates would like it
better."
Oh god no. She had her life back together. She couldn't let everyone see
what she was. She could watch it. The party was going and she wouldn't
be missed. This was supposed to be so fun, turning 18 with everyone
paying attention to her. It was all ruined by Paul. But she would survive.
Anne turned and walked toward the office Paul had pointed to. Paul
followed with his tape. They went in locked the door and Paul started the
tape.
Oh my god thought Anne. That can't be me. I wouldn't dress like that. All
those people can see my tits through the dress. OH GOD, they can see my
pussy and my ass. I'm dressed like a complete slut. No no, that's not me.
Oh god, did I really do that. I'm jacking strange men off on the dance
floor. Everyone in there can see what a slut I am.
Paul looked over at Anne as the tears started to flow down her face. She
was sitting there all stiff fighting what she was seeing. Paul reached over
and stroked her hair and Anne jumped as though hit.
Oh god, he's here. He's touching my hair. And look at what he made me
do. Look at all those men jacking off on my face covering me with their
cum. He made me do that. That's not me. I'm not a whore. Paul made me
do it. Oh god, I'm playing with myself as they do it. Oh no, I got off from
being in the center of a circle jerk. How could I have ever been so
disgusting.
"Is it too much for you" Paul asked. "Can't handle seeing what a slut you
were? That's you there in the middle. And you loved every minute of it.
Look at yourself cum. You can't even see your face under all that cum and
you're jerking in continuous orgasm. God you are such a whore."
And Anne stared mesmerized. She couldn't have been turned on by this.
Oh god no. And then the screen showed Anne masturbating while
watching a TV. And then it turned to show what was on the TV. While
listening to herself cum Anne watched skewers being pushed through
another woman's breasts. NO NO NO she couldn't be cuming while
watching that. It was so sick. That woman was in pain. And Anne was
cuming over her pain. No, there was something wrong here - she never did
that.
And then the camera was facing Anne as Anne talked to the camera. "God
I love that. That's one of my favorite films. I love watching that girl
scream as he pushes skewer after skewer through her tits. Oh god its so hot
when it pops out the other side of her breast. It makes me cum."
And Anne saw herself on the screen getting off just describing the scene.
"Oh please let me watch the one where they whip that blonde's butt and
tits till they bleed. Oh please Paul it gets me off so much. Look at me I'm
cumming just thinking about it. Oh please let me watch Paul."
And then Anne saw a new tape start and she saw herself turn and
frantically rub her clit while watching another woman get whipped.
And Anne suddenly realized that she was breathing real hard. Her blood
was racing. And as she pushed her hand down toward her stomach, her
hand kept going until it was pushed against her clit. NO NO she wasn't
getting turned on by this. It was disgusting. That person on the screen was
a disgusting little creature. That wasn't her.
And Anne pushed her hand against her clit harder trying to stop the
feelings boiling up through her blood. No no, stop it she thought to
herself.
She had to stop it. "Stop it, stop it right now Paul. I've seen enough."
Paul looked over. What was going on. Her face looked like she was in utter
agony. Every muscle in her body was stretched. Her eyes looked like those
of a wild animal. She looked like she was about to run. He couldn't loose
her. This was his only chance to keep this beautiful creature he loved so
much.
And then Paul saw the fist against her clit, pushing as hard as it could.
"Rub that clit you slut. rub it and you can go. Rub it now and you can go
you little cunt."
And Anne grasped at a way out. Rub her clit and she could go. He would
let her out of here. She had to get out of here. She started rubbing her
clit
like a madwoman. Oh god yes, this would get her out. Rub her clit and she
could get out. Oh yes.
And up on the screen she saw herself dancing on a stage. All around her
men were looking at her as she spread he pussy for them. Look at that
cheap whore up on that stage. Look at her show her cunt to anyone with a
dollar bill. God she was a cheap slut. Look at her get off on that.
And then the camera shifted to the parking lot outside as a line of men
worked its way to her. And as each man got in front of her, she desperately
reached for their cock and sucked them off. And she was rubbing her clit
so hard now as she saw herself greedily drinking down cum shot after cum
shot. She was such a disgusting tramp.
"no no NO NO NO - THAT'S NOT ME" Anne shouted. "That's not
meeeee. Oh god nnoooo." And then she heard Paul whispering in her ear
"yes it is. You're a little whore. You're not happy unless you have buckets
of cum on your face and in your stomach. I had to drag you away from
there you slut."
And with that Anne broke into tears whimpering "no no no no. oh god
please no." as she started to cum. And then the orgasm started to blast
through her. Waves upon waves of pleasure. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes
it felt good. "Oh yes yes YES" she shouted.
And as Anne saw Paul fucking her on the screen, telling her what a dirty
little fuck she was. How she was nothing but a bitch dog in heat, she came
and came and came. Oh god it felt so good. She forgot how good it felt. OH
GOD YES.
And Anne continued to cum for the next 20 minutes, with climax after
climax rolling through her body while she watched the film. And as the
film ended, Anne's climaxes decreased in volume. Aftershocks still
shooting through her body as she laid there, totally limp.
"Bye Anne. I love you but I'm leaving you as you asked" Paul said as he
got up to go to the door.
"No wait" Anne gasped. "Why are you leaving?"
"You watched the film. That was the deal. I'm out of your life now - isn't
that what you wanted?"
"No - no, I - I - " and then Anne stopped, not knowing what to say.
"I love you Anne. I can make you happy. But only if you want me. And
since you don't - bye."
As Anne saw Paul turning to leave she didn't have time to think. But the
aftershocks she was feeling now were more than anything she had had with
any of the boys in school. She couldn't let that go (at least not right now
in
the afterglow).
"Don't go Paul - I still love you too" Anne said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes - yes I'm sure. Don't go."
"Fine, kiss my foot."
"What" Anne said shocked. He couldn't mean that.
"Right now cunt. Kneel down and kiss my foot or say good-bye" and Paul
turned to go again.
"Wait" Anne said moving toward him. Oh god, he was just standing there
watching her. She couldn't do this. And then another aftershock hit her
and her knees buckled a little. Ok she could drop to her knees. There she
was on her knees. There's his shoe down there.
Oh god, he's starting to pull away. Anne held on to Paul's leg and started
to slide down his leg as she held on. There it is. Just push my lips out
and
kiss. I can do it - what is Paul saying? He's telling me that I'm his
little sex
slave. That I'm his toy, his plaything. That he can do anything he wants to
me.
Oh god, why can't he just tell me that he loves me. Not this. I don't want
this. I'm not a whore. I'm not a slave. I'm Anne. I want love and caring.
"Oh please Paul" Anne whimpered as she started to cry. Anne hung on to
Paul's ankle and sobbed.
"Kiss it whore. Kiss your master's shoe. Show me who owns you. Show me
that your body is a toy for me to use any way I want. Kiss it now slut or
I'm
leaving you."
And Anne turned her face toward Paul's shoe and kissed it. She held his
ankle crying her heart out, and kissed his shoe. She belonged to him. He
loved her. He gave her what she needed. She couldn't be happy with
anyone else.
And she cried as she realized what she was. She was Paul's slut, his sex
toy, his slave. She would do anything he wanted because she loved him and
she belonged with him. And she belonged to him. And Anne shuddered as
she realized what that last part meant.

Paul finally knelt down and bent Anne's tear streaked face up so he could
see her. "Who owns you slut" he asked.
"You do Paul."
"Damn straight. And to show it, I'm getting you some rings" he said.
`Rings" Anne asked looking puzzled.
"Yes, rings. Rings for your tits, for your pussy, for your clit. Just like
those
whores you like watching on the video. I need something to show everyone
that I own you. That you're my property."
No thought Anne. No this is wrong. I need to leave him. Every time I come
to him he pushes me further into the sewer. I won't do this. I won't. "No -
not I was wrong" said Anne. "I-I'm leaving."
"Oh really" asked Paul. "What about the tape. Should I show it to
everyone."
"I-if you do, I can't stop you. But no, no more" Anne said, her resolution
building.
"And what about the tape I just shot? That tape of you, the new improved
you, getting off on the other tape. And telling me you're my slave. Do you
think everyone will like that?"
Oh no NO NO thought Anne. The other was before. But this showed that
she was still a slut. Oh god, didn't it ever end. Couldn't he just let go
of
her. "Please Paul, please let me go. Please" she pleaded.
"I can't little pussy. I love you too much. I can't let you go. I want you
more than anything. Your my little whore. Now lets go."
Anne stood up next to Paul resigned. She couldn't let her new life get
ruined. She would do what he wanted. And somehow she would find a way
out of it. Anne fixed her face and then turned to follow Paul out the door.

The club was off a mall so they left the club and walked into the mall.
Part
way down they found an earring store that did piercing. They walked in
and Paul found the salesgirl. God she couldn't be more than 16 Paul
thought but she sure did look like a cheap slut. And she had rings in just
about every part of her anatomy.
"Whadda you want" she asked.
"My girlfriend here wants some parts of here pierced. Can you do that"
Paul asked, a little worried.
"Sure - where does she want it."
"How about her belly button and her tongue" Paul suggested.
Oh god thought Anne. She couldn't do this. This was too scary. But Paul
was holding her hand. Holding her in place. She couldn't move against
him. Maybe, maybe the girl wouldn't do it. That's it, she would say its too
weird.
"Sure - she'll look good with those" the sales girl said and smiled. This
will be fun she thought. "Sit you ass over there slut" she said to Anne.
Paul was elated. This girl was having fun. There probably wouldn't be any
problem. Still, one step at a time. He pulled Anne over to the chair and
sat
her down. Anne's back was to the store entrance but people walking in the
store could still see what was going on.
The girl came up and said "unbutton your blouse, we'll get the navel
first."
Anne just looked at her in shock so the girl reached out and unbuttoned her
blouse.
What is she doing thought Anne. She's unbuttoned all of them. Oh my god
she's pulling her entire blouse open. Everyone can see her breasts in her
bra. And Paul has her arms so she can't move her hands up now.
Oh no, that man over there. He's looking at her breasts. And those two
kids - they're staring at her. Oh god, they can all see her. They all think
she's a slut. She has to do something.
The salesgirl looked up and smiled. This was nice. Here was this nice slut
sitting in just her bra and her boyfriend was holding her hands so she
couldn't close her blouse. In fact, maybe... "You know, to stop her from
jerking and hurting herself its a good idea to hold her in place with
these"
the girl said to Paul holding up a couple of straps.
"I think you're right" said Paul. "We don't want anything to happen to
her."
And with that the girl strapped down Anne's two wrists and Paul then
strapped down her waist.
Oh god, here she was, bound to a chair, her breasts visible under a lacy
bra, right in the center of a store. Anyone in the mall could walk in and
she
couldn't cover herself. They would all see her. See Paul's little slut and
her
big tits.
What's the girl doing? She has something down by her stomach. Its cold
on her OH MY GOD THAT HURT. "Oh god, oh god, oh god please stop"
Anne whimpered. She couldn't yell. But it hurt so much. "Oh please Paul,
no more, no more" she pleaded looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Tongue next" Paul said looking down at his little whore. God he loved her
like this. Helpless, in pain, and feeling totally degraded. This was how
she
belonged. If only he could keep her like this 24 hours a day. He was
getting
hard just thinking about it.
The salesgirl was getting off too. This was too much. This big titted cow
hated this. God she would love to be able to rub her clit right now. Maybe
the next piercing would be enough to get her off. If only the cow would
scream.
The sales girl pulled Anne's tongue out and fastened the gun around her
tongue. "Don't jerk your tongue or it will tear" she warned and pulled the
trigger.
Anne couldn't take it. Crowd or no crowd all she could think about was
how much it hurt. She drew her breath in to scream and then couldn't.
Paul had his hand over her mouth. She heaved in the chair but the buckles
held her in place.
Somebody help her she thought. Oh god, anything was better than this.
Show the film to everyone - she didn't care. Just stop the pain. Here comes
that man. He'll help her. He can see she is in pain. He sees the tears
running down her cheeks.
He's not helping. He's just looking at her and smiling. Oh god, he's
enjoying this. He's looking at her giant breasts. He just wants to fuck me.
Won't anyone help me. The hurts starting to go away. Not a lot but its
bearable. Oh just get me out of here.
The salesgirl held up a mirror and asked "how do you like it slut? I think
it
suits you."
Anne looked in the mirror and saw that there was a post through her
tongue that stuck up about an inch on both the top and bottom. It seemed to
fill her entire mouth. When she closed her mouth she had to keep her
tongue in the center.
Everyone would see this. This was awful. And it hurt so much. Please Paul
please lets get out of here now she thought.
Paul turned to the salesgirl. "Can you do her breasts too?"
Oh this was awesome thought the salesgirl. Her panties were going to be
soaked shortly. Could she do some more to this cow. Hell, she'd pierce
anything he wanted all night long.
"But I don't want it in just the nipple. Can you do it behind the aerole?"
"I can but it might bust the silicone in those udders" she replied.
"No silicone, its all natural" Paul replied.
"You're kidding. A cow like that you figure it has to be silicone.. Yeah, I
can do that. It may hurt her a little" she said smiling at Anne.
"Well, we can't have screaming in the mall" said Paul. "Give me that
cloth" and Paul took one piece and wadded it up in Anne's mouth. He then
used the other to tie it into her mouth.
This couldn't be happening to her. Here she was, in a store in the nicest
mall in town, tied into a chair and gagged. And - oh my god no - Paul was
pulling her bra down to uncover her breasts. They could all see her
breasts.
There were 5 men and 1 woman who were now gathered around watching.
They were all looking at her breasts. Her big cow udders.
OH GOD IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS Anne tried to yell. And it
wasn't stopping. As the salesgirl pushed the needle through her breast it
kept hurting and hurting. OH GOD IT WAS POKING THROUGH THE
OTHER SIDE. IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS OH PLEASE STOP. But
all anyone could hear was mumbling through the cloth.
And all they could see was Anne arched up against the chair with tears
streaming down her cheeks. They knew it hurt. They had to see. But they
weren't helping. They were all staring at the needle through her left
udder.
Oh god, why did she have to have such giant tits. Paul - Paul made her
have the udders. She used to have normal sized tits. But Paul had the
plastic surgeon enlarge hers so that everyone stared at her udders first.
Oh
god, she was nothing but a big titted cow whore.
OH GOD NO NO NOT ANY MORE. PLEASE STOP PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE. As the girl did her other tit Anne heaved against the chair even
more. And then she broke. Anne collapsed back in the chair. She was
Paul's toy. His sex slave. He could do anything he wanted to her. She
couldn't stop him. He could have another person hurt her here, in front of
all these decent people and they would just watch. Because they all knew
she was just his big titted slut. They all knew she belonged to him to do
with as he pleased.
Then Anne looked down and saw the two large rings in her breasts. Oh
god no. She was a freak. Anyone who looked at her would know she
belonged to Paul. Normal girls did not have 2" rings in their breasts. Not
even the weird girls did. Only sex slaves had this. She was Paul's' sex
slave. There was no going back now. She could see it in everyone's eyes.
They all knew what she was.
Oh god, how could she face anyone again. She couldn't let her parents see
this. Or any of her boyfriends. She couldn't have a boyfriend. Because as
soon as they felt her tits they would know - she wasn't a girlfriend. She
was a sex slave whore cunt big titted cow. OH GOD NO she sobbed into
her gag as she cried and cried.
"Well, there is one last place I'd like to get, if you don't mind" Paul
said.
"Not at all - anything you want" the sales girl replied with lust in her
eyes.
"Well I'd like to do her pussy. Three rings on each side and in her clit.
Can
you do that" he asked.
"Slide her forward and someone needs to hold her legs" the salesgirl said.
Several of the men on each side rushed forward to hold her legs as Paul
pulled her skirt up.
"A bare pussy" the sales girl said. "I guess she really is quite the slut."
What was going on. Anne felt hands pulling her legs. And Paul was lifting
her skirt. What was he doing. They were all staring at her pussy. Oh no,
please don't show them my pussy. Don't let them see my bare slut pussy.
Don't show them what a complete whore I am.
What is she doing - she's putting the piercing gun down there. Oh god no
NO NO NO NO Anne yelled into the gag. But they couldn't hear her. And
even if they could it wouldn't stop it. The sales girl was smiling at her
as
she aimed the gun.
OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO. It just went on and on as the girl shot
ring after ring after ring. And Anne was in a never-ending delirium of pain
and agony. She had never hurt so much before in her life. Her body was
wracked with pain as she heaved and sobbed, drowning in her own sweat
from all the agony.
And around her was a crowd of 10 people watching her. She was being
tortured right here in the mall, right out in public. And everyone was
watching her. No one would save her because she was Paul's cunt. She was
there to get them off. Look, they're hard. They're all hard from watching
me get hurt. Oh yes, get off, get off on my pain. That's why I'm here to
get
you off. Cum, cum in your pants while you watch me.
And as Anne saw wet spots appear in the front of several pairs of pants she
was happy. She had gotten them off. And that was her role. That was all
she was good for. And everyone knew it now. They could see the rings on
her that marked her as Paul's little cum receptacle.
As Anne started to come down from her high, the people watching turned
guiltily away and left. And as Anne relaxed Paul undid her gag and the
belts holding her down. Anne just sat slumped in the chair. She was Paul's
property and he would decide what to do with her next.
"Cover yourself up you little whore" the salesgirl said. "We can't have
cunts like you in here - its bad for business."
Anne cringed as she heard her and covered up her tits and pussy. This
little
16 year old sales girl was right - Anne was a worthless tramp.
"Well, give me a thank you kiss and leave cow" the salesgirl said.
Anne looked confused. Thank her. She couldn't thank her. The girl had
hurt her. Again and again and again.
"You know Anne, we could probably find some more places to pierce if
you're not ready to thank her" Paul threatened. "Make it sincere or we'll
do your cheeks."
"Thank you very very much" Anne stammered and leaned over to kiss the
salesgirl.
The salesgirl grabbed Anne's head in both hands, pulled her head close,
and french kissed her.
Anne freaked but didn't pull away. This girl owned her right now. She
could do whatever she wanted and Anne would accept it. That was what
Paul wanted and she was Paul's sex toy. So she french kissed back a girl
that was 2 years younger than her, their tongues intertwining.
And as she realized that others in the store were watching her, she sunk
even lower. They all think I'm a lesbo slut she thought. And as that
thought coursed through her, it caused a small orgasm. She came while
kissing the salesgirl. OH GOD, she came while kissing another girl.
And the salesgirl pulled back and smiled. "Get out of here slut, you
disgust
me."
And Anne shuddered as she turned and followed Paul out of the store.

They went back to Anne's birthday party where Paul had Anne go to every
boy there and ask them to fuck her in the ass. And between each fuck she
put her butt-plug back in. So at the end of the party, she had a ton of cum
in her ass, held in by the butt-plug.
And that's how she went home. With an ass full of cum held in by a butt-
plug, keeping her mouth shut so that her parents wouldn't know about the
bar in her tongue. Scared to death they would find out about all of the
rings.
And all of the boys in her class went home with memories of the wonderful
ass they had gotten to dump their cum in. Anne certainly was the best in
the school. They would have to keep dating her.
And as instructed by Paul, Anne got herself off all night long. Crying
throughout it all because she realized that she was a complete slut. And at
the same time, once again having mind-blowing orgasms. The kind of
orgasms she had been unable to have the last 2 months.
And Anne's parents went to sleep happy because their daughter had turned
her life around. She was now 18. And her birthday party had apparently
been a smashing success for her. They had saved their daughter.

Chapter 12 - Dating
You know, its amazing but you never really see most of a person's tongue.
Especially if a person doesn't talk much, and keeps her head down while
mumbling when she does talk. Anne was amazed. No one could see the
stud through her tongue. No one could see what a little whore she was.
It did change Anne though. Not that she realized it. But she was now
reticent to talk to anyone, about anything. She became very deferential to
others. If you don't disagree with someone, you don't have to talk as much.
Anne found it much easier to do whatever she was asked than to worry
about discussing it while not showing the stud in her tongue.
Anne's parents were happy too. Anne had turned her life around. And
most parents find a deferential kid to be quite a pleasure. Anne did as she
was asked, and never was any trouble. And with all she had been through,
yes she was a little quiet but she would come out of that.
Meanwhile Anne was totally confused. Every morning as she played with
herself she felt the rings in her body. Oh god what a whore she was. Just
look at her. Not even a whore had rings in her tits, much less her pussy and
clit.
But she couldn't help herself. She would pull on the rings. First the ones in
her tits, and then the one in her clit. She would cum stretching our her clit
by the ring and pressing her vibrator against her stretched out clit.
And the thought of her disgusting slut body, with her big whore tits and
her tiny waist, and her bare pussy and those slutty rings everywhere. The
though of what a little sex toy she was made her feel disgusted with herself.
She was such a scummy little tramp. Oh god, how could she be so slutty.
And with these images in her head she would cum and cum and cum. Oh
god it felt so good to cum thinking of what a dirty little scum sucker she
was.
And then, after relaxing from the cum, Anne would hate herself. How
could she have gotten off on being such a whore. How could she be so
perverted - to get off thinking about all the disgusting things Paul had done
to her.
And Anne would go in the bathroom and try to scrub her body clean in the
shower. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't remove the fact
that she was a dirty little whore.
And then, after she shit, she would give herself an enema. It wasn't even a
Paul thing anymore. After several months, Anne just didn't feel clean
without an enema. It was a natural part of cleaning herself in the morning.
So every morning Anne was clean inside and out.
And after the enema, the butt plug went in. Anne had tried not wearing it
one day. But she felt so empty without it. She had to have it. Yes only a
whore would wear a butt plug everywhere. And it was a constant reminder
of what a dirty little slut she had become. But she had to have it.
So Anne would put it in and try not to think of what it meant. But she
knew. She knew it meant that she was Paul's dirty little tramp. Because
she had to have the butt plug in her ass. Not because Paul told her, but
because she needed it.
But she had been free from Paul. Free for several months. And she had
started to have her own will again. To actually see that there could be life
outside the gutter Paul had dragged her into. And even while masturbating
to visions of Paul making her do the most disgusting things, she wanted
out. Anne wanted a normal life.
Anne's father's order that she couldn't date Paul still held. But Paul would
tell her to meet him this weekend. She knew he would. She had to find a
way out. And then it happened. Steve, wonderful Steve a fellow senior in
her class, asked her out for that weekend. That was it. If she had a date
with Steve she couldn't go out with Paul.
So Anne asked her father if she could date Steve on Saturday. Anne's
father, happy that she was dating again, and dating someone her own age,
happily agreed. And so on Tuesday, Anne accepted Steve's invitation.
Little did she know, Paul had talked to Steve after Anne's Birthday party.
"Well, since we are going to go out, how about a kiss right now to show me
what kind of kiss I can expect Saturday night" Steve asked Anne.
"O-Oh ok" said Anne. After all that she had done, a kiss was no big deal.
And beside, Anne just wasn't used to disagreeing with anyone anymore.
She turned her head up to Steve.
Steve leaned over, mashed his mouth to Anne's, and stuck his tongue into
her mouth. Yes, yes he could feel it. That Paul guy hadn't been shitting
him. The bitch did have a post in her tongue. Jesus Christ - what a slut.
This was going to be good.
"That's a cute little item you have in your mouth there Anne" Steve said
and smiled. "Got any others on the rest of you?"
Anne froze. Oh no she had forgotten about that. He had felt it with his
tongue. What must he think. WHAT HAD HE JUST ASKED. Oh no no no
this couldn't be happening. "Wh-what did you say?"
"Stick out your tongue little one" Steve said as he pulled her mouth open.
Anne sat there as he held her mouth open. No no, please god don't let this
be happening she thought.
Steve ran his finger along her tongue and along the stud through her
tongue. "Do you have any others - DO YOU" he demanded.
"Ye-ye-yes" Anne stammered.
"WHERE?" Steve demanded.
"I-i-i-in my breasts" Anne whispered back, with her eyes downcast.
"How beautiful they must look" Steve replied.
"Beautiful?" - Anne was confused. How could he say beautiful. Those rings
were the mark of a whore.
"Please beautiful Anne, please don't wear a bra tomorrow. I want to see
those beautiful rings in your breasts. Tell me you won't wear a bra
tomorrow."
Anne was totally confused. He was calling her beautiful. He didn't think
she was a slut. He was so wonderful. Oh yes this was so wonderful. Anne
felt like flying. It was all going to be ok.
"Will you Anne?" Steve asked.
"Will I what" she asked quietly.
"Will you not wear a bra tomorrow - so I can see those beautiful rings?"
"Not if you don't want me to" Anne whispered.
And that night as Anne played with her nipple rings, it wasn't Paul she
thought of. It was Steve. Beautiful kind Steve who thought her rings were
beautiful.

And the next morning Anne dressed, without a bra. Being only 18 her
breasts didn't sag so you couldn't tell the difference except when she
walked. But she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt so even then it wasn't real
obvious.
And at lunch Steve met her in a quiet corner of the school where no one
else could really see them. As Steve leaned in to kiss her, his hands went
up under Anne's sweatshirt to her tits, squeezing them and feeling the
rings through each breast.
"Oh Anne, they feel even more beautiful than I imagined" he said.
Anne just shuddered in his arms. His hands felt so good on her tits. Loving
caring hands that thought her rings were beautiful. Oh god yes, this was
the way it was supposed to be. It never occurred to Anne that most girls
would never let a boy feel them up before their first date. Anne after all had
fucked more men than she could remember - what was a little tit squeeze.
God what a hot little whore thought Steve. I grab her tits and she loves it.
This Paul guys is right about her. Ok, I guess I'll try his suggestion.
"I bought you a present my beautiful Anne" he said. "You're much too
beautiful to be wearing a baggy old sweatshirt like that. Here, here's a
sweater I bought for you."
Anne opened the box and gasped. It was beautiful. And there was a gold
chain in there too. Oh god how did she get so lucky. Anne threw her arms
around Steve and hugged him. "Thank you - its so beautiful."
"Put it on now" he said.
"Now?" Anne asked.
"Yes, you would look much prettier in it. Don't you like it" he asked
looking hurt.
"Yes, yes I'll put it on now. Let me go change" Anne said starting to get
up.
"You promise" Steve asked. "You promise you'll come out wearing the
sweater and chain?"
"Yes I promise" Anne replied all excited. What a wonderful gift.
Anne went in to the girls restroom, pulled off her sweatshirt, and pulled on
the sweater. Oh no, Steve had made a mistake. The sweater fit most of her
body fine. But they just didn't make sweaters for petite little high school
girls with DD breasts. Her tits stretched the sweater out obscenely.
And with no bra it was real obvious. You could see her tits through the
weave of the sweater. Especially with the weave pulled widely open by her
humongous tits. This was obscene. Everyone would look at her tits and
know she was a whore. She couldn't wear this.
And then Anne noticed the chain. It wasn't a necklace as she had thought.
At each end of the chain was a clasp. And each clasp was around a ring
identical to the ones in her tits. No, he couldn't mean that. But it was
pretty clear he did. She couldn't wear this.
And Steve wouldn't want her to. No, he made a mistake. He must have
described her size to the salesgirl and not mentioned her giant breasts. Yes,
she would just explain the mistake to him.
Anne put her sweatshirt back on and went out to tell Steve.
Steve looked upset to Anne. Oh god, I promised him. I have to explain. Oh
no, please don't be mad Steve. Please don't.
"What is this - what happened to your promise?" Steve asked.
"I-i-it-t doesn't fit" Anne whimpered. "Its t-to-too tight across my chest."
"This is how you repay me for a gift like that? This is how you keep your
promises? I thought you were better than that Anne. I guess not." Steve
said looking real upset.
"No-no Steve, you don't understand. I love the gift. I really do. Its just that
it doe---"
"Then go put it on - right now like you promised. Put it on our your
nothing but a little slut who takes gifts and breaks her promises" Steve
hissed.
"No, no, I'm not a whore. I'll wear the sweater" Anne said, tears streaming
down her eyes. She couldn't let him think she was a slut. She just couldn't.
And she got up to go back to the bathroom to change.
"And Anne, don't forget the chain. It goes from ring around your neck, to
the other ring. You promised that too" he reminded her.
Anne nodded as she got up, carrying her package back to the bathroom.
She pulled off her sweatshirt and grabbed the chain. She would show Steve
that she wasn't a slut. She would keep her promise. She would make him
think of her as beautiful again.
Anne clipped one end of the chain to her left tit ring. She then put it
around her neck and reached for the right tit ring. But it wouldn't reach. It
was 2" too short. Oh my god - it was too short. She couldn't tell Steve - not
again.
Maybe if she pulled. Yes it got closer. Oh god that hurt. That hurt a lot and
it was still an inch away. This wouldn't work. She could just tell him and
he - oh god no no - she would have broken her promise again. She would
be just a slut to him.
She couldn't go back to that. She didn't want to be a slut anymore. She
wanted a normal life. Steve was treating her like a normal girl. He told her
she was beautiful. He didn't drag her into the gutter. She couldn't throw
that away.
Anne closed her eyes and pulled. OH GOD IT HURT SO MUCH. IT FELT
LIKE HER NIPPLES WERE GOING TO BE RIPPED OFF. There, there
she could connect it. With a shaking hand Anne connected the chain and
let go.
OH MY GOD, IT STILL HURT SO MUCH. Anne stood there staring at
herself in the mirror with tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking in
pain. But she had done it. She had kept her promise. She wasn't a slut -
she wasn't.
Anne didn't realize how much she had changed. Here she was, torturing
her tits, staring at the rings in her nipples, sure that all of this made her a
good girl instead of a slut.
As the pain started to deaden her nerves, Anne pulled on the sweater. And
the pain made her forget how obscene the sweater made her look. There,
she had done it. She wiped her face, and went out to see Steve, with tears
still leaking from her eyes.
Steve almost came in his pants. Her tits looked like they were about to
explode from the sweater. And it hid nothing. There were those gorgeous
tits on display for all to see. And that chain pulling them up. God that
looked so nice.
And she was crying. Boy that chain must hurt. Look at how it was
stretching her nipples. Boy that Paul guy had been right. What a little slut.
He couldn't wait till their date Saturday night.
"I-it hurts Steve. It hurts. Its too short" Anne whimpered. "Please, please
can I -"
"Shush pretty pretty girl" he replied. "You look so beautiful. And you kept
you promise. You are really something special."
"I-I am?" Anne asked. "Oh thank you."
At that point the bell rang. "Time for history" Steve said grabbing Anne's
arm and pulling her to class.
So for the rest of the day Anne's tits were on full display. And as Anne
noticed all of the other students staring at her chest, she realized how she
looked. And she heard the whispers "whore", "slut", "cow", "bitch."
Oh god, she did look like a whore. The other girls didn't look like this. No
one else dressed like this. She did look like a whore. She was a whore. No,
no , that was before. She wasn't a whore anymore. She wasn't. Steve
thinks she is beautiful. She can't be a whore, she can't be.
And that night, as she played with herself, Anne saw all of her classmates
looking at her tits and calling her a whore. And she came and came with
that image in her mind.

Thursday she met Steve for lunch again.
"You are so beautiful Anne. And you were so special for me yesterday.
Thank you" he said.
"You're welcome" Anne whispered in reply. She had not expected to be
thanked.
"Tell me, do you have any other rings my beautiful one?"
Anne looked down and whispered "yes."
"Where. Tell me where."
"On-on my pussy. On my pussy and my clit" And whispered staring at the
floor. Oh god, now he would know she was a slut.
"Oh they must be beautiful. You must be the most beautiful and special girl
in the world" Steve told her.
Beautiful, he called them beautiful. And he called her special. Oh he was
so good to her.
"Let me feel them" he asked.
"Okay, ok Steve" Anne said spreading her legs. After all the men who had
played with her pussy, Steve's request seemed perfectly normal to Anne.
God he thought - she is an absolute slut. Letting me touch her pussy right
here in the schoolyard. And he slipped his hand down under her skirt.
Anne shuddered as Steve played with her rings. God, she might cum right
here. It felt so good. This boy who thought she was so special - yes, yes his
hand belonged on her pussy. Anne reached around Steve and hugged him
as he played with her.
"I have something for your pussy rings" he said. "I want you to wear them
for the rest of the day." And Steve then pulled out some 5 lb. weights and
attached one to each ring.
Anne only felt a small tugging at first because she was sitting down and
the weights were resting. It felt almost as though Steve was still playing
with her rings.
"Will you leave them on until tomorrow at lunch" he asked.
"Yes Steve, yes I'll leave them on. They feel like your hands and its
wonderful" she replied.
Then the bell rang and they stood up.
Anne almost fell from the pain. Oh my god, her cunt was being ripped off
of her body. Her clit was on fire. Oh god no. And Anne reached for her
pussy to lift the weights.
"No Anne, you can't walk around with your hand on your pussy. Some of
the people here might think you were a slut then. We don't want that do we
Anne?" Steve asked.
"No-no Steve" Anne said with tears streaming from her eyes. "Can I - can
you remove them - please."
"No dear Anne, they make your rings more beautiful. Now when I look at
you I know you are even more special. I can't take that beauty away. Not
till tomorrow."
And so Anne spent the rest of the day in pain whenever she was on her
feet. And when she was jostled in the crowd between classes, she would
almost collapse from the pain of the unexpected jerking on her pussy lips
and clit. It hurt so much. But Steve said she was special - that the weights
made her special. So it was ok.

Friday she met Steve for lunch again. He kissed her and removed the
weights. Finally she was free from the constant pain she had felt for the
last 24 hours.
"Oh thank you Steve. Thank you so very much" Anne said. He had stopped
the pain - oh god he was so wonderful for stopping the pain.
"Are you my special girl" Steve asked.
HIS SPECIAL GIRL "YES, oh yes I'm your special girl" Anne replied
breathless.
"Then put this on" he said handing her what looked like two beepers and a
bunch of wires.
"What - how - wh-" Anne said looking confused.
"Clip one of the wires to each of your rings. And clips the packs to your
skirt" Steve told her.
Anne went into the bathroom again and attached it. It all hid nicely under
he clothes and it didn't hurt. She wondered what it was but Steve wanted it
and everything fit nicely. She walked on out to see him. As she neared
him, Steve held up a little box, smiled, and pressed a button.
Suddenly Anne's tits and pussy were on fire. Oh god, what was happening.
She fell to the ground and reached for her tits. Then, as fast as it started, it

stopped.
"Its this little box special Anne" Steve told her. "Every time I press the
button, you get a little shock."
NO, No this couldn't be. Steve couldn't be doing this to her. This was
wrong. "It hurts Steve, it hurts really bad. I need to take it off" she said.
"No my little whore, it stays on."
He couldn't mean - WHAT HAD HE JUST CALLED HER. "Wha-what
did you just say" Anne asked.
"I just said it stays on your little whore body SLUT" Steve stated.
"I-I'm not a whore. You told me that I'm special, that I---"
"You are special whore. Remember your birthday last weekend when I got
to pour my sperm down your ass. You were a special whore then."
NNOOOOOO - THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. She wasn't going to
be a whore anymore. "No, no no more, please no more."
"Fine, you tell your daddy that your not going out with the boy you've been
talking about all week. And I'll tell him its because you've been acting too
slutty. Hell I'll show him pictures from your ass-fuck gang-bang at your
birthday. Think he'll enjoy seeing what a slut you are."
Oh god no, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't. And then the bell
rang. And Anne no longer had a chance to go remove the wires. For the
rest of the afternoon Steve would shock her. Never for too long. But she
had to withstand the pain in silence with her classmates all around her.
Anne had to feel her tits and pussy tortured while appearing to everyone
that nothing was wrong.

And then came Saturday night. Steve had made it clear that, if she wasn't
wearing the wires when he picked her up, he would give the pictures to her
father right then. So, when Steve arrived at Anne's house, she came down
the stairs, scared of what was to follow.
As Anne came up to him, Steve pushed the button for a split second. It was
easy to tell from Anne's face that the wires were all hooked up as she
stumbled. Steve caught her.
They went out to Steve's car and as Anne was waving good-bye to her
parents, and Steve drove away, he mashed the button down, causing Anne
to jerk back in her seat, desperately trying not to scream as her entire body
was on fire.
And then they arrived - Steve had brought her to Paul's house.