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Chapter 4 - the next 3 weeks
Anne's father would only let her go out one night each weekend. And
Sunday day was for church. So for the next several weeks Anne and Paul
fell into a routine.
Each morning and each night Anne would use her vibrator to cum. She
said to herself that it was only because Paul made her. But she knew better.
Paul would never know if she didn't do it. The truth was that it felt good
and she liked it. So she did it. But because her parents had told her sex was
bad, and because Paul was "making her" masturbate, Anne's mind then
decided she was a slut when she masturbated.
And every day Anne wore the butt plug. Well, every day except that first
Monday when she had "forgotten" it. And Paul showed up at the video
store that Monday. Before Anne could say anything he turned her around
and felt her asshole. When he felt no butt plug he locked the store doors,
dragged her to the back office, pulled down her pants, and used his belt to
whip her ass.
Anne begged for forgiveness the entire time while Paul never said a word.
Finally, when all of Anne's ass was bright red, Paul let her go and she
tumbled to the floor. "We can do another hundred or we can have just 6
more, which will it be" he asked her.
Anne looked up at him in bewilderment. "No more, please no more" she
managed to plead between sobs.
"6 or 100, pick or I'll choose for you - pick now." he shouted.
"6, oh god just 6 more please" she begged.
"Fine, then stand up and put your hands against the wall. Push your butt
out and ask me to whip you. For 100 I'll hold you down. For 6 you have to
hold yourself in place and beg for each one."
Oh god Anne thought, I can't do this. But she started getting up because no
matter what she had to do, she just couldn't survive another 100 hits from
the belt. She leaned against the wall with her hands supporting her.
Paul adjusted her until she had "assumed the position." Hands up high on
the wall, legs out and apart, butt arched out to meet the whip. "Oh and one
more thing. If your hands come down, or your butt isn't sticking out for
any one hit, we start over."
Anne closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Somehow she had to get
through this. No matter how much it hurt, 6 was a lot less than 100. So
motherfucking much less that she would freeze in place no matter what.
She would hold on no mat--- Anne suddenly realized that Paul was talking
to her. She had been concentrating so hard that she had blocked him out.
The pain was so bad, god her butt was on fire. It had to be bleeding, it just
had to. In fact, it felt like there was a fire down there, but that couldn't be.
But the pain was just so bad. Wait, what was Paul saying. Oh yes, she had
to beg to be whipped. How could she beg for something that hurt so much.
She was standing here, wasn't that enough.
Suddenly Paul reached out to her to pull her over his lap to give her 100
strokes. No, not that, please not that. "Please whip my ass, please do it, oh
god please don't whip me 100 times, please whip my ass." She said
frantically. She was begging him to whip her. The real source of the
begging was to avoid the 100 strokes but the words coming out of her
mouth were begging Paul to whip her ass. Her ass that was already on fire.
The first one hit and Anne screamed. She couldn't take this anymore. Yet
she kept babbling, "please whip my ass, please whip it, oh god please." A
part of her stepped outside her body and observed. There she was, arched
out against the wall to meet the belt, begging for a whipping. What kind of
slut was she. There were girls at school that put out for all of the guys, but
even they would turn their noses up seeing her like this. Slut was too good
for her, she was complete scum.
And the picture she made in her mind, combined with the pain from the
belt, cause her body to heave with sobs as she cried her heart out. Finally
the last stroke ended and Paul picked her up and held her. For the next half
hour her sobs slowly subsided, while, the entire time, Paul just held her
and told her how much he loved her.
And she grasped on to that love to pull her back up from the pit her mind
had sunk into. The mind and body can only take so much and Anne's had
been overloaded with pain and degradation. She needed a rope to pull her
out and Paul's love and caring was that rope.
She started to hold on to him, and then to hold him so tightly that it hurt.
She held on to Paul for dear life and sobbed her heart out. She was lower
than a slut, and her ass was on fire. But it was ok because Paul loved her
and would take care of her. Her mind pushed away the fact that Paul
caused all of this because she needed a rescuer.
And Paul, he got to spend a half hour holding a naked Anne while she
came to hold him tighter and tighter. Such a lovely young body and it was
all his, to use any way he wanted, as long as he was careful.
Anne made it through the rest of work that day by being very careful to not
let her ass touch anything. And she was very careful from then on to have
the butt plug in her ass every day.
On either Friday or Saturday night Paul would take Anne dancing. Each
time she would wear slutty, revealing clothes and during the slow numbers
Paul would whisper in her ear what a slut she was and how much everyone
wanted to fuck her.
When they sat down Paul would always make her sit with her legs spread
so that anyone looking under the table could see her pubic hair. As the
night went on he would make her spread her legs wider and wider till,
toward the end of the evening, her legs would be fully spread and anyone
who looked knew she was flashing them on purpose. And much to Anne's
dismay, many looked.
Each Saturday afternoon Anne would pose for Paul's camera. She would
model the clothes and use the vibrator and butt plug. The second Saturday
Paul brought out a video camera. At first Anne refused but when Paul
showed Anne the new collection of pictures for her father, she relented.
Paul had Anne face the camera while using the vibrator and tell the camera
what a slut she was. How she liked playing with her clit and loved to get
off. And then he filmed her bringing herself to orgasm time after time.
And at the end of each session, Anne would jack Paul off onto her face and
rub the cum into her face. So Anne always left knowing that she was a
complete and total slut. This was her life and the human mind can adapt to
a lot, so Anne came over the next few weeks to accept this as her natural
life.
Chapter 5 - a Haircut
About a month later Anne arrived at Paul's house for their regular
Saturday afternoon session, which would be followed by the evening out.
By this time Anne was actually looking forward to the sessions. Paul would
drag her through the dirt verbally but in the course of that trip, she would
cum ever harder than when she took care of things in her own bed at home.
So she walked in and started to remove her leather skirt. But Paul stopped
her. "We're going out" he informed her.
"But why" Anne whined. She was looking forward to the session and
didn't want to give it up.
"Because your pussy is too hairy. I want to get the hair removed.. Sluts
don't have hair on their pussy - its bald so that everyone can see their hot
cunt."
"Go out, I don't understand. And I can't shave my pussy, girls just don't
do that."
Paul sighed. "Do we have to go through this again? I can show you the
video tape I've made for your father, pull you across my lap, and spank
your ass till its hotter than the sun. And then you'll go. You know it. I
know it. Besides, your a slut. We both know it. And sluts aren't supposed
to have hair on their pussy."
Anne acted as though each sentence from Paul was him hitting her. Yes
she would do it. Yes she was a slut. She didn't have any choice. Anne
dropped her head as she realized her total lack of control over her body.
"ok" she whispered and turned to go.
"Just a minute. Just because you realize you have no choice now doesn't
excuse your telling me no before. You have to be punished don't you."
Anne looked up at Paul and nodded very slightly yes.
"Don't you" Paul said with a large threat in his voice.
"Yes" Anne said, fearful of Paul.
"Pull your skirt up and assume the position. Oh, and don't cry because we
are going out immediately after the spanking and I'm not giving you time
to fix your makeup."
Anne leaned against the wall and arched her back.
"Beg for it."
"Oh please Paul, whip my ass. I'm sorry I said no, please forgive me,
please do--- AAAGGGH, OH GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH, NOT ANO---
OOOOWWWWWHHH, DEAR GOD DEAR GOD I'M SORRY I'M SO
SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I'm sorry I'm sorry please forgive me,
oh please I'm sorry."
"Tell me you love me and beg for another. Do it NOW."
"Oh Paul, I'm sorry, I love you please don't, oh please don't, I love you, I
love you, I love you, I'm sorry, pleas--- AAAGGGHHH, OH GOD IT
HURTS SO MUCH, OH GOD PLEASE DON'T, PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE I BEG YOU, I LOVE YOU PAUL."
"You said please don't so that one doesn't count" he told her grinning.
This was the first time she had said she loved him, and it was while he was
whipping her. Definitely a strong foundation for their future. "Beg for it or
it'll go a lot worse for you, and tell me how much you love me - slut."
"Oh Paul I love you, I do love you. I know I'm just a slut but I love you.
Please spank me, please please span--- AAAAAGGGGGHHHH OH GOD
OH GOD OH GOD, IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO BAD, ITHU---"
"Tell me that you love me slut."
"OH GOD I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU PAUL. IT HURTS SO MUCH I
LOVE YOU. I love you I love you it hurts oh god it hurts."
"Beg slut."
"Please whip my ass, please whip it. Whip your slut's ass, I love you so
much and I want you to whip my ass, plea--- AAAGGGHH OH GOD I
LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. PLEASE PLEASE OH GOD
please don't - don't, oh god I love you."
And with that Anne turned and threw herself on Paul holding on to him
and with sobs wracking her body kept repeating "I love you, I love you."
Paul held her until the sobs receded. Then kissed her on the lips pulled her
skirt down, and pulled her out the door to her car.
After driving a bit Paul pulled over and showed Anne 6 packages. They
were all the same size and addressed to her father at his work address, her
school's principal, the local newspaper, and the 3 local TV stations. He
then explained what was in the packages, a collection of the best photos he
had taken as well as 2 hours of the best scenes he had shot on video tape.
Anne was scared. This was much worse than the original photo. This
would show the world that she was a full-fledged slut. And with the
information going to the principal and news media, the word would get out
all over town. She wouldn't be able to live if this happened. Oh god, what
was Paul going to do to her.
Paul then laid it out. "We're going to a beauty salon to have your pubic
hair removed. They will do what you tell them to do. If at any time you tell
them to stop, they will stop and there is nothing I can do to make them
continue. You get to decide what happens.."
"However, if at any time you tell them no, or don't answer any question the
way I tell you to, I will leave immediately and mail these packages. There
is no second chance. If the women in this store think anything funny is
going on they will probably refuse to continue and may even call the cops.
So you can't disagree with me and then immediately change your mind to
make it right - one screw-up and you become the front page story for this
town."
With that Paul grabbed Anne by the chin and held her face about 2 inches
from his. "Do you understand my little slut - one fuck-up and the whole
town gets to see what a slut you are. Do you understand me my little
whore?"
Anne, totally afraid now, both about the packages and afraid of Paul
nodded her head up and down and said "yes." She didn't know which was
worse, an angry Paul or the packages mailed out. But she didn't want
either to happen.
"Another thing, this will hurt. Not anyway near as much as when I spank
you but it will hurt. You can cry and ask me to hold you. But you must
endure it until they are done. You got that?"
Anne just nodded. Whatever he wanted, she was not going to cross him
right now. Not with those packages waiting to be mailed.
"Finally, we need to remove your butt plug. The people working at this
salon might not want to touch you if they realize what a slut you are. And
only a real cunt walks into a salon and shows the world her butt plug.
Anne blushed and realized that she would have done just that. The butt
plug had become so much a part of her life that she had forgotten it. God
what a slut she was if she would show people that. She really was
becoming quite a slut. Oh god help her.
Paul then pulled back into traffic and drove the rest of the way to the salon.
They went in and Paul informed the receptionist that they had an
appointment. They were shown to a private back room where the girl
showed Anne a chair to sit in. Anne removed her underwear and skirt as
instructed and laid back in the chair, spreading her legs.
The stylist walked in and started getting the electrolysis equipment ready.
You understand that this will hurt she told Anne.
Anne nodded and said "yes, I do."
"Now, what exactly do you want taken off?"
Anne looked at Paul with a question on her face.
"All of it, isn't it dear?" Paul said to Anne.
"Yes, all of it" Anne said to the stylist.
The stylist looked at Anne a little strange but started to work. It hurt Anne
every time the needle went in and every time it zapped. She held on to
Paul's arm and gritted her teeth. But as time went on (it takes a long time
to remove an entire bush) the pain moved into a dull constant in the
background.
Anne started to think about how she looked. Lying there with her legs
spread letting another woman work on her cunt. And when she was done,
she would have no pussy hair - ever. Boy, she would really look like a slut
then. In a way she couldn't hide. Anyone who saw her naked would knew,
she was a slut.
The funny thing, thinking of how this was marking her as a slut, combined
with the constant pin pricks, was actually arousing her. Not a mind-
blowing orgasm kind of arousal but it was putting her mind on sex. And on
sex that degraded her as a slut. And that was getting her worked up.
And then she suddenly realized, the stylist working between her legs would
see the juices leak out of her cunt. Hell, she would smell it. And then she
would realize that Anne was getting turned on by this. The thought was too
awful to bear. But Anne found herself getting even more turned on by the
thought of this woman knowing what a complete slut she was.
About this time the stylist was moving up to remove the hairs around
Anne's clit. This got Anne worked up even more. Paul noticed first
because of Anne's clutching of his hand. My god he thought, the whore's
getting off on this.
The stylist noticed next. This little tramp is actually enjoying this. I just
hope she doesn't cum on my hand, oh yech.
But Anne was getting closer and closer, and suddenly, a zap of a hair at the
base of her clit put her over the edge. Anne tried to hide it but couldn't.
The stylist stopped and both Paul and the stylist stopped and watched Anne
orgasm.
Anne then sank back in her chair totally mortified. "Sorry about that" Paul
said. "I'm afraid she is a bit of a tramp. I'm really really sorry about this."
"I can't work on a woman like this" the stylist said, standing up and
looking disgustedly at Anne.
"Please reconsider. She's almost done and if we have to go elsewhere then
another stylist has to put up with the same reactions. She's done now so
you should be able to complete the job before she gets out of control again."
Anne tried to sink deeper into the chair. Oh god, how could she have had
an orgasm right in front of this stranger. What kind of woman was she.
She really was a slut. She just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Yet her
she was, lying back with her legs spread for this stranger.
"We don't want to leave here with the job incomplete, do we" Paul said to
Anne.
Anne suddenly realized what Paul meant. They couldn't leave yet or he
would mail the packages. Oh my god no. "Please finish it" she begged the
stylist. "I'm really really sorry. I won't do it again. Please forgive me." God
she wanted to die, pleading with the woman to continue removing her hair,
apologizing for cuming on her ministrations.
"Ok, I'll finish up the job, but no more enjoying it you little whore" the
stylist said, contempt dripping from her voice. "I'm not gay and I'm not
getting paid to get you off. So hold still and try to behave as a lady would -
although god knows no lady ever had all of her pubic hair removed."
Anne felt like dirt. This woman was right. She was not a lady anymore, not
by any stretch of the imagination. She was a whore, getting off on the
hands of another woman. Oh god, how had she become so sick.
The stylist was in a hurry now, jabbing faster and deeper to get the job
done quicker. But it caused Anne's excitement to build up again. Anne
grabbed Paul's arm and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Help me she
thought, help me not enjoy this.
Paul looked down and realized that she was getting off again. The
combination of the fear and the stylists utter contempt were building her up
even faster. He actually needed to do something if they were going to
complete this job. Paul slapped Anne firmly.
The shock, both of the slap itself, and being slapped in front of this woman
who considered Anne a dirty slut broke the building orgasm. Thank you
Paul, thank you thank you thank you she thought, looking up at him.
The stylist looked back at Anne's pussy, but hesitated.
"I'll pay you a $500.00 tip if you finish the job" Paul said. "And I'll do my
best to get her to behave. Please finish this, I know she's a slut but I love
her and she wants this."
Anne couldn't believe her ears, Paul was blaming it all on her. Of course,
it was her fault that she was cumming. And if she was a slut, then she did
have to get her pussy hair removed she guessed. Maybe it was all her fault.
No it couldn't be. It was all Paul's fault.
But she glanced down at the stylist and saw the utter contempt in her eyes
for her. The stylist knew she was a worthless tramp. The stylist thought
Paul was a nice guy. Maybe the stylist was right. After all, the stylist was
grossed out by Anne's cuming and wasn't that the reaction a normal
person would have.
But here she was, getting all excited again. In fact, she wanted to cum. She
didn't care if the stylist saw her cum. In fact, she wanted to be seen. She
wanted the stylist to look at her with utter contempt, convinced she was a
complete slut. Just the thought of the other woman's reaction had Anne
building up.
Paul saw what was happening. She was getting off again. He slapped her
face. But this time Anne expected it and it just furthered her debasement.
He slapped her again and again. Anne kept looking up at him with a the
blank look of someone building towards an intense cum. Each slap seemed
to build the cum.
Anne couldn't stand it any longer. The slaps, the jabbing of the needle, the
thought of how she looked, only a pig could get off on this. The thought of
enjoying this was so sickening to her that it got her even more excited. She
tried to hold it in, to cum because of this meant that she was turned on by
being treated as a complete slut. She couldn't cum from that - it would
mean she was nothing.
Anne held it in as long as she could, but finally, the dam burst. She started
grunting and moved her hand down to rub her clit. The stylist and Paul
jumped back. While Paul was secretly loving it, the stylist was totally
disgusted with what she saw. The little whore had cum again. What a piece
of trash.
"That's it" the stylist said. "The dirty little slut keeps getting off on my
hand. This isn't worth $500.00. No way."
"Wait" said Paul. "I'll let you punish her for being such a whore."
"Punish her?"
"Yes, when you're done, you can spank her for being such a bad girl.
Don't you want to make her pay for getting off on you?"
The woman paused at that. It would be nice to teach this little whore the
error of her ways. And she would like to punish her for using her as a
vibrator. "Yes, I'll do it."
Anne was watching this all with disbelief. Paul was going to let this
woman spank her. Paul expected her to let this woman spank her. Anne
was starting to realize how low she had sunk. A good girl would not be
here, would not have her legs spread, and would not let anyone spank her.
She was a good girl, she knew it deep down inside. The real Anne started
to bubble to the surface.
The stylist looked at Anne and told her, "lie back you little whore. And
I've had enough of you getting off on my hand. You may want to fuck
every man woman and child you meet but I don't. Try this once more and
you'll find yourself getting the spanking you deserve immediately little
girl."
How dare she talk to Anne like that. "I'm not a whore" Anne protested.
Don't call me a whore and sto---
"Not a whore" the stylist laughed. "How many times have you gotten off on
my hand jabbing you with this needle. Most women come in here and say it
hurts to have their hair removed. You cum from a stranger doing it to you.
You're a dirty little whore."
Each word was like a blow to Anne. Yes it was all true. The real Anne
buried itself back in her subconscious somewhere and Anne the slut
reasserted itself. Anne looked up at Paul with tears in her eyes. She was a
slut wasn't she. Oh god, she was so low. At least Paul wanted her. "Paul, I
love you" she said, desperate to know someone wanted a slut like her.
Paul leaned over, brushed away her tears, and said "I love you too little
Anne." Don't you worry, I'll take care of you.
The rest of the removal passed fine. The stylist worked, Anne quietly cried,
and Paul stroked her hair. And Anne kept thinking, I'm a slut but Paul still
loves me.
Finally, it was completed and the stylist handed Anne a mirror to inspect
the work. Anne looked down and realized that it was as bald as the day she
was born. And it would stay that way for the rest of her life. She was
marked as a slut forevermore.
The stylist then pulled Anne, still naked from the waist down, over to a
chair, sat in the chair, and pulled Anne over her lap. "A bad girl like you
needs to be punished don't you."
"Yes" Anne whispered.
And the stylist then proceeded to use a hair brush to paddle both of Anne's
ass cheeks bright red. The whole time she kept up a monologue - "you're a
dirty little slut. You probably want to show that bald pussy to all the boys at
school don't you. I bet you can't wait to have everyone's cock sliding into
that little pussy. I bet you get yourself off whenever you can don't you. Do
you play with yourself every night and morning?" All the time raining
down the blows.
Anne quietly sobbed realizing that she deserved this punishment. Yes it
was true, she was a slut. When she heard the question about playing with
herself every morning and night she sobbed out "Yes, yes I play with my
pussy whenever I can, I'm a slut, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
And at that the stylist pushed Anne off of her lap. "You little whore, you
were probably getting off on my spanking you. You need to be punished,
not rewarded for being such a whore. Get away from me. I'm going to go
wash my hands to remove your smell from me you dirty slut."
Anne sat on the floor feeling totally worthless. Paul leaned down in front of
her and told her to play with herself. Anne looked at him in shock - how
could he say such a thing after what had just happened. The stylist had told
her that she was a dirty slut. She didn't want to be a slut. Anne started to
pull herself together.
Paul reached down, took one of Anne's hands, and used it to rub her clit.
Anne resisted for about half a minute, but then it started to work. After
another minute with Paul's assistance, Anne took over on her own, rubbing
her clit.
Paul stayed kneeling down facing her and telling her what a slut she was to
be getting off just after the stylist had spanked her for being such a slut.
Even a slut had some self respect. Anne was just a mindless nympho,
rubbing her clit trying to get off, not caring what anyone thought of her.
No that wasn't true, the utter contempt of the stylist helped her get off.
Paul's whispers that she was a total slut was getting her off. the fact that
someone with the slightest shred of self-respect would at least go
somewhere more private first built her up.
Anne played with her clit wallowing in her debasement. Her whole world
was her clit. She rubbed it furiously listening to Paul. She was a complete
slut. A complete slut could get off anywhere because nothing else mattered.
Over the past few weeks Anne's young body had received a crash course in
how to satisfy the sexual urges her hormones had awakened in her. But
there had been no course in love or respect or willpower. She had been
taught how to satisfy her strongest urges immediately and fully. And like a
powerful drug, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to break her of the
habit.
And it was the feeling of utter worthlessness that allowed Anne to give up
the civilized restraints each of us normally uses to moderate our more
primal impulses. The more slutty and worthless Anne felt, the more she
felt free to satisfy her sexual urges.
And more than that, there was something in Anne's makeup, probably
from years of being raised as a child who should always obey, that reveled
in having her nose rubbed in the dirt. The more degraded she felt, the more
she got off.
So Anne crouched there, dripping pussy juice onto the floor, rubbing her
clit and cascading from orgasm to orgasm. Rubbing her forever bald slit,
and staring at Paul who was watching her get herself off.
Until finally she collapsed in the puddle of her pussy juices, not even
realizing it she was so wiped out. Staring blankly into space as Paul lifted
her up and put her skirt back on her. They then walked out, past the stares
and whispers of the stylists to Paul's car, and drove off.
Chapter 6 - that evening
Paul let Anne sleep the rest of the afternoon. The session at the hair salon
had wiped her out. While Anne slept soundly, Paul would keep moving a
vibrator on her clit. He was pretty sure that her dreams were interesting.
Anne woke up from a long series of erotic dreams. She didn't remember
much of the details but it felt like she had been cuming non-stop for the
last several hours. She got up and went looking for Paul, not bothering to
get dressed first.
Paul had a vision of loveliness walk in on him. Anne's 17 year old body
was almost perfect. Still thin and firm all over that no one seems to retain
past the age of 19 or 20. Add to this how beautiful a completely bald pussy
is. Not a pussy that was recently shaved or with a slight stubble, a pussy
with absolutely no hair on it.
And there she was, standing there and looking at Paul. Not covering
anything up or acting at all shy. Anne was his. Paul got up, walked over to
Anne, and hugger her gorgeous naked body to his, loving the feel of her
naked body.
"I love you" he said and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
"I love you" she replied hugging and kissing him back.
"Lets get dressed for tonight" he told her. He handed Anne a waist cincher
that was flesh colored. One of the few negatives about Anne's body was
that, not having filled out like an adult, her body wasn't as curvy as he
would like. While he couldn't, and didn't want to do anything to make her
hips bigger, he could make her waist smaller.
He put the cincher around her waist and started pulling in the laces. Each
time he had Anne exhale he would pull the laces a little tighter. Finally he
had it as tight as possible. Anne had to take shallow breaths and couldn't
bend over. But her waist had been reduced by 6 inches giving her a
phenomenal hourglass figure.
The cincher was designed to blend in with her skin by snapping flaps over
the laces. Paul then handed Anne her dress. It was a gauzy material that
was almost the exact same color as Anne's skin. Anne pulled it on and
suddenly realized you could see right through the dress.
Anne's ass and pussy were not terribly obvious, although if you knew to
look, you could see both. But her tits, because of the different color of the
nipples, were strikingly obvious. Paul loved it, there she was in all of her
glory, clothed yet still naked.
The dress was skintight. Even at her waist which had been pulled in 6
inches. The effect was electrifying since each breast had its own little
pocket of fabric it pushed out from her chest, with the fabric following
every curve of her breast. And her incredibly thin waist was so obvious
with the dress in tight around her waist. And finally, with the fabric tight
over her ass and across her mound, it was relatively easy to discern her ass
and cunt if you looked.
To top it off, he handed her black mesh stockings that held themselves up
and 6" black stiletto heels. The black stockings would show under the
dress, making it more obvious that she had no other underclothes on.
Anne freaked. She couldn't go out in public like this. She might as well go
naked. It was worse than naked. She turned to Paul with a pleading look on
her face. "Please Paul, please don't make me do this."
Paul smiled. She wasn't saying no anymore, she was asking him to not do
it. He owned her now. Paul handed her black lace gloves, to match the
stockings, had her put them on, and turned to go out of the house.
Anne looked at Paul in despair. She couldn't do this. This was showing
everyone what a slut she had become. But Paul was standing there and if
she didn't go, he would make her. He would spank her and send pictures to
her father. And he might stop loving her.
A shudder ripped through Anne's body and she started to put on the
gloves. As she was putting them on she discovered that all the fingers had
been sewn together as well as the tip of the thumb to the tip of the fingers.
She could give Paul a hand job wearing the gloves, but not much else. In
fact, Paul had to help her finish putting the gloves on, and once on, she
would need his assistance to remove them.
Paul then turned to go to his car and Anne followed. She was his slut. She
hated it but she was his slut. Across the street one of Paul's neighbors was
getting out of his car. The man stopped and stared at Anne. Anne wanted
to melt into the sidewalk. Instead Paul took Anne over to meet him.
"Hi Fred, this is Anne."
Fred just stared at Anne's nipples.
"Do you like her body" Paul asked. "You can see her pussy too if you look
closely. She's such a slut she had all the hair removed. Shake hands with
Fred slut, there's no reason to be impolite."
Anne wanted to sink even further into the ground. She couldn't shake
hands with the gloves on. And Fred was now staring at her pussy. And she
was standing here letting him look at her body. Paul moved her arm up and
Fred automatically put his hand out to shake. He seemed disconcerted at
her hands shaped in an O but then went back to looking at her pussy.
"Well, we have to go now. See you later." Paul and Anne walked off with
Fred now staring at Anne's ass the whole way.
Anne was in a state of shock. She was used to boys looking at her with a
sexual interest. But nothing with the intensity of Fred's stare. Fred's look
was not tempered by anything. He wanted to push her down and fuck her
till he came. A virgin who had never felt a cock in her pussy and Fred
wanted to rape her.
When they got out of Paul's car at the dance club, he came over to her side
and put little bracelets on Anne's wrists. Before she could appreciate them
though, he pulled Anne's arms behind her and connected the bracelets.
To the casual observer Anne was merely holding her hands behind her
back. However, Anne was now unable to defend herself in any way. She
was truly at Paul's mercy. And to make it worse, having her hands behind
her back pushed her breasts out.
Anne looked so small and helpless standing there that Paul couldn't help
himself, he pulled her to him and held her while kissing her. He then
reached down and started playing with her clit right through the fabric of
the dress.
Anne started to get hot, and then realized that there were other couples
near them walking through the parking lot on their way to the club. He
couldn't do this, not in front of all these people. She buried her face in
Paul's neck hoping he would stop. Please don't do this in front of others
she prayed.
Paul stepped back and Anne's hopes rose. But he kept playing with her
clit, standing a foot back fro her. Anne stepped toward Paul but he reached
out and held her back. He then raised her head by the chin so Anne was
looking straight at Paul.
Paul then started to really go at her clit. Anne started to loose it. People
were walking buy and looking at her. No one was having any trouble
figuring out what was going on. A little way off, one group of men had
stopped and was watching. Others would slow down while staring. Across
the distance she could hear the comments "whore", "slut", "cunt."
She didn't want this. She wasn't this kind of girl. Yet Paul would start in
on her and she would start panting in heat. She would change into a sex
hungry slut. Let them look. Let them see the slut cum. She didn't care, she
just wanted to cum. Closer, closer, almost there. She stared at Paul and
prepared to cum - AND HE STOPPED.
"NO, NO, DON'T STOP" she shouted. Everyone looked over to see what
was bothering the dirty little slut. "Please Paul, please keep going" she
whispered. "Please Paul, I love you, I'll do anything, but please don't
stop."
"Don't stop what" he asked with a smile.
"What you're doing, please don't stop."
"What am I doing?"
"Getting me off."
"Not like that, tell me to get my slut off by playing with her clit."
"I can't say that."
"Fine, lets go in."
Anne swallowed and whispered even quieter "please get your slut off by
rubbing her clit."
"What, I can't hear you."
"Please get your slut off by rubbing her clit" she said a little louder.
Paul brushed her clit and asked again "what, I can't hear you."
"PLEASE GET YOUR SLUT OFF BY RUBBING HER CLIT" she said
loud enough to be heard 20 cars away.
Paul started rubbing her clit again. "You better keep telling me what you
want, or I'll have to stop."
"Oh yes, rub my clit, rub your slut's clit, make me cum. I need to cum so
bad. Oh please don't stop. Oh yes, here it comes, here it comes, I'm going
to cum. AAAAGGGHH, oh no no no. Don't stop, oh god don't stop, it
keeps cuming, it keeps cumming, oh god yes yes, get your little slut off, oh
yes get me off."
Paul moved up to Anne's side as she kept climaxing, rubbing her clit with
one hand and pulling on her hair with the other to raise her head up.
"Open your eyes slut and look at your audience. They all want to see the
slut cuming in the parking lot."
Anne gasped as she saw 30, no 40 people staring at her with lust in their
eyes. What kind of cheap slut would get off in front of so many people.
None of them, that's for sure. They all knew she was the biggest slut at the
club tonight. And they were all watching her cum.
"Oh no, oh god no" Anne moaned as she saw everyone looking at her. She
tried to bring her arms up to cover herself but couldn't because of the
bracelets. She tried to crouch down but Paul's grip on her hair stopped
that.
And Paul's other hand, Paul's other hand kept working on her clit. And
the climaxes kept coming, even more intense now that she was aware of
her audience. How could she cum with people watching her. She was sick,
sick and perverted. She was getting off on the audience and that was just
sick.
And Paul whispered in her ear "do you want me to stop."
Of course she wanted him to stop. She didn't want to be this disgusting girl
climaxing in front of this growing crowd. But the words wouldn't come out
of her mouth. She kept cumming and cumming in a never-ending roll of
climaxes.
"I'm going to stop" Paul said loud enough for the crowd to hear. "I'm
going to stop playing with you my little slut."
"NO NO DON'T STOP, OH PLEASE DON'T STOP" she begged loudly.
The words were out of her mouth before she even thought about it. She
didn't want to stop cuming. Each cum was more powerful than the one
before and she didn't want it to stop.
Let them all watch her. Let everyone know how sick and disgusting and
perverted she was. As long as she could keep cuming she didn't care. And
the thought of everyone watching her turned her on even more. And then
she started to hear them.
"What a hot slut." "dirty tramp" "pig" "perverted cunt" "whore" "fuck-
meat"
And then Paul stopped. "OH NO NO NO, PLEASE DON'T STOP, JUST
ONE MORE CUM, PLEASE JUST ONE MORE CUM" she begged,
sobbing with need.
"You stopped telling me my slut needed her clit rubbed."
"Oh please, your slut needs her pussy rubbed" she pleaded.
"Too late, you stopped."
"Oh please please please. I'll do anything, anything." Anne had totally
forgotten about her audience and was begging Paul.
"I don't know, lets ask your fans." he said turning her to once again face
the audience. "You have to get them to ask me to rub you. Ask them."
Anne paled. She couldn't do that. She couldn't sink that low. She just
couldn't. But that next cum was waiting right there on the edge, with
another right behind it. And these people would watch the dirty little
whore cum more - seeing how badly she needed it.
"Please she said, looking at the ground, please please."
"Please what slut" said a voice in the crowd.
Anne looked up with both shame and hope in her eyes. "Please, please tell
him" she begged looking for the source of the voice.
"Tell him what" came another voice.
Oh god Anne thought, as another cum shot through her, just from the
thought of having to ask a stranger to cum. God, she was such a disgusting
little fuck-wad. "Please tell him to get me off."
Some of the crowd started to tell Paul when a loud voice said "I don't think
so whore. I don't think you've asked us properly. I say no until we here the
slut ask correctly." Other voices then picked up the same refrain "not yet,
ask us better."
"Please ask Paul to get his little slut off. Please ask him to play with my
clit. I'm a dirty little whore and I need to have my clit rubbed. Oh please
please ask him to get me off, I need to cum, I need it. I need it."
Once again the voices started to tell Paul to get her off, and he was actually
brushing her clit, when the same loud voice said "no I don't think so.
Maybe later but she just doesn't sound sincere to me. Maybe later in the
club."
No she thought, no they can't mean it. "Please, please I have to get off.
Paul's dirty little slut needs to get off. I'll do anything to get off. I have
to
get off, oh please ask him to get me off. I'm a dirty little pig cunt whore
slut who needs to get off. Oh please."
But the crowd was turning away. A few were staying but when they saw
the others leaving, everyone started to move. No one wanted to be the one
person left staring at the dirty little slut.
"PLEASE PLEASE, OH GOD DON'T LEAVE, I NEED IT I NEE----"
Paul slapped her hard, once twice, three times until she shut up. Anne
looked like she had just run a marathon. Her hair and body were totally
soaked in her sweat. Her eyes looked like the eyes of a wild animal. She
was shaking with need.
Paul pulled her to him and held her for a minute as her shaking died down
a little. The he backed off and asked her "we can leave right now if you
want. I'll take you to your car and you can drive straight home. Or we can
go in the club. But if we go in you're going to have to dance with others
and they will touch you. No one will fuck or hurt you but they will touch
you."
Anne looked up at him in desperation. She couldn't go home now. Her
little vibrator in the privacy of her room just didn't come close to the need
she had right now. But letting others touch her. She just couldn't do that.
She just couldn't. She might be Paul's sex toy but she wasn't really a slut.
No other man had touched her and Paul hadn't actually fucked her. For all
she had been through, most of her prudish upbringing hadn't been
violated.
"Wha-what kind of touching?"
"None of your business. If you don't want it we'll go home" and Paul
turned toward the car.
"NO" she shouted. Again her instincts had betrayed her, or maybe shown
the true Anne. "No, I don't want to leave.
Paul put his jacket on the parking lot and pushed Anne down so she was
kneeling on it looking up at him. Paul reached down and put his thumb in
her mouth. Anne automatically started to suck, it was a reassuring thing in
what was presently a very uncertain world.
"One last thing. I'm really horny right now. I can't wait all night before
you get me off. I got you off so I think its only fair you get me off." Anne
pulled at her arms and then asked Paul to undo her bracelets. "Oh no" he
said, "those stay on for now. You're going to have to do it with your
mouth."
Anne blanched. Finally here it was, the moment she had been dreading up
to now. Paul was asking for sex. Her mind had never actually addressed the
fact that her virginity might truly be at stake. Through all of this she
assumed, since she was a "good girl" and a virgin, that sex would
somehow be magically avoided.
Paul looked down at Anne as she looked up at him. He used his hands to
lightly stroke her face. "Beautiful beautiful Anne, you are going to suck my
cock. I'm going to stick it in your mouth and down your throat. And you
are going to love it because you are such a slut - aren't you?"
Anne looked up mesmerized by Paul's face. So many conflicting emotions
running through her mind. She was not really a slut. She was just a 17 year
old kid playing a grown-up game. But sex, that was a part for grown-ups.
At the same time, she was hot. She had cum she didn't know how many
times and had even more cums waiting to explode. Her body was telling
her to do anything, just so she could cum again.
Paul reached out and used one hand under her jaw to hold her mouth open.
He then used the other to move his thumb in and out of her mouth. Anne
started sucking again. It was something safe to focus on. And it felt good.
But still, she couldn't, she just couldn't do it.
Then she heard Paul's soft voice telling her that he loved her, that she was
his little slut, and that she had to suck his cock. Because a slut sucked her
boyfriends cock. There was no two ways around it and she had to do it -
she had to.
Suddenly Paul pulled his thumb out of her mouth and there was his prick.
She had seen it before when jacking him off but it had never looked this
menacing before. Paul put one hand on the back of her head forcing her
head toward his prick while the other held her jaw open.
She didn't resist. Paul moved her and then his prick was in her mouth.
Paul held it there, barely in her mouth, and told her to suck it. He was
telling her that that's what a slut did, when a prick was in her mouth she
sucked it. Paul's' voice mesmerized her, telling her that he loved his sweet
little whore and that she had to suck his cock. The voice kept repeating in
her head. Pretty soon it seemed like a message, not from Paul, but from
within her.
Up to now, Paul had actually been bringing out parts of Anne that had
always existed. Parts that normally would be counterbalanced but parts of
her nonetheless. Now for the first time he took her beyond what was really
Anne. As Anne started to suck, a part of her died.
It was not a blaring event. But Anne felt part of herself permanently
betrayed. She had crossed a line. And she started to cry. Not major
sobbing, but the tears started flowing out of her eyes, down her cheeks, and
dripping onto Paul's jacket.
She continued to suck Paul's cock, just as she had his thumb. Paul held her
head and fucked her mouth. And she heard his voice quietly repeating,
"that's a good little slut. Good little sluts suck their master's cock. this is
what you are supposed to be doing." It kept repeating again and again as
she sucked, in rhythm with the cock going in and out of her mouth. And
again, after awhile, it seemed like the message was actually coming from
within her.
Paul looked down at Anne. She looked so beautiful with her hands behind
her back, her chest stuck out with the tits clearly visible, and her mouth
quietly sucking on his cock. And most beautiful of all, the constant trail of
tears dripping down her face. Tears so constant that he had obviously
broken some strong limit that used to be within her.
Cuming was almost anti-climatic. Anne didn't even seem to realize Paul
had cum, continuing to mechanically suck until he pulled his cock out.
Paul knelt down next to her and held her. And Anne sobbed and sobbed
into Paul's shoulder over what she had lost. She wanted it back so bad but
it was gone forever.
Finally, Paul stood Anne up to take her into the club. Anne was still crying
but he didn't want to spend the rest of the night in the parking lot. As the
entered, the bouncer demanded an ID for Anne. Needless to say, she didn't
have one. Paul the offered to let the bouncer play with her tits if he let
them in.
Suddenly Anne woke from her fog. What had Paul just said. Suddenly
there were a pair of hands mashing her tits. She tried to move away but
Paul was holding her. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She didn't
know this person. She wasn't some slut anyone could handle. Oh please
stop her eyes begged Paul.
Paul finally pulled her away to the rude "nice honkers" from the bouncer.
She hung her head in shame. She was now not just Paul's slut, but the slut
of anyone he gave her to. The next several hours were pure hell for Anne,
even though she spent most of it aroused or cumming.
Paul had her dance with a different man every dance. And they all took
advantage of her hands locked behind her back to play with her tits and
cunt. Some just reached in and got her off. Those weren't so bad.
But most of them made her beg for it. She had to tell them exactly what
she wanted, what a whore she was. And she had to listen to them telling
her that she was the dirtiest most perverted little slut they had ever met.
And she came and came and came. Each dance was one long climax. And
the whole time she knew that she was nothing but a piece of fuck meat to
all of her partners. Most of them actually came in their pants while
dancing with her.
And each dance others looked at her as she was brought off. No one made
any big secret about it. The slow songs were the worst because everyone on
the dance floor could hear her begging to be jerked off, and then cuming.
After an hour of this, Paul undid her bracelets so her hands could move in
front. But he then had her jack off her dance partner. There she would be,
stroking someone's cock on the dance floor while everyone watched. And
with her busy the men didn't bother to get her off, so she didn't have her
orgasms to hide behind.
And each of them, as they came, would hold her close. Her hands, and the
front of her dress became totally covered with jism. She would walk off the
dance floor and each time people would see the growing patch of whit
semen all over the front of her dress. That had to be the worst, walking off
the floor with everyone looking at the cum covered slut.
Toward the end of the evening men were starting to push for a turn at her.
It became clear that not everyone would get a chance. Paul started sending
out two men at once, one for each hand. Then, as soon as one had cum, he
would leave and another would go out to her on the dance floor. It stopped
those terrible walks off with everyone looking at her. But instead, it was
now so obvious that everyone else had stopped dancing and stood in a
circle watching her.
Pretty soon two wasn't enough and there were 2 more, one sliding his prick
against the front of her dress and one against the back. Pretty soon cum
had coated all sides of her dress. Then someone tried pulling up the back of
her dress. Paul stopped him and pushed everyone back - thank god. She
had almost lost her virginity.
But it was still a dangerous situation. There were about 40 or 50 men who
all had monster hard-ons surrounding her. Paul forced her down to her
knees and had everyone gather around her. There were too many for Anne
to get them off, so he told her to play with herself to turn them on.
She looked at him, she couldn't do that. It wasn't a question of would she,
she just psychologically couldn't. Then Paul got down next to her and
whispered "if you aren't very careful, you'll get raped by 40 guys and I
can't stop it. Play with your pussy and tits - and stay kneeling. If you lay
down you'll be raped."
Anne realized she had to and brought a hand to her pussy and started
rubbing. She started talking dirty to all of the men, "please cum all over
my slutty little face, please jack off over the little whore. I'm a little slut
and I need to feel your cum all over my face. Please give me your cum."
And as Anne talked she pulled up the front of her cum-encrusted dress and
started rubbing her clit as fast as she could. The other hand went to
squeeze her boob. That was all it took. Pricks started exploding.
There were so many people a lot missed her. But a lot got on her too. I had
never seen someone drowned in cum before. But Anne was. She had cum
covering every part of her body. What a delicious little piece of fuck meat.
And as the cum started landing the most amazing thing happened. Anne
started cumming. Cum after cum wracked her young body. The utter
degradation of having 40 strange cocks pour their semen on her had her
hitting a level of climax she had never before achieved.
The whole way home in the car Anne was playing with her clit and
scooping cum with the other hand into her mouth. She never stopped
having an orgasm the entire way home.