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Collected by Djian
Hammer smiled appreciatively looking at the usual sight awaiting him.
There she was, his "bitch", well, the entire Gang's "bitch". Kelly Van
Ryan was in her mandatory greeting position, which she was required to
assume every time one of her Masters came through the front door. She
was naked but for a pair of high-heels. Positioned on her knees, her
face was at crotch-level. Her legs were spread apart, completely
exposing her pussy - which was shaven on a daily basis to keep it
completely bald. Her hands were clasped behind her neck, arching her
back - thereby pushing her large breasts forward as if it was an
offering to the Gods.
The position was extremely humiliating for Kelly, but she had gotten
used to doing many humiliating things over the past few weeks. It
seemed like just yesterday, when she was a little Beverly Hills
Princess, driving around in expensive cars, hanging out at lavish
Cafes. Now, she was the claimed property of a Black Gang, ready to do
their bidding whenever they felt like it.
"Welcome, Master. Please put your Big Black Cock in me!" the girl
pleaded: The verbal greeting required of her.
Hammer could see the dismay in those big blue eyes but nothing else
about her revealed any of her displeasure. Instead, she looked like a
young white slut who had had the pleasure of Black Cock and was still
craving more of it. She had learned to pretend she was dying in desire
for their big cocks, even if she hated every minute of it. Hammer
carefully examined the naked beauty before him, as he liked to do
everyday. Turning this spoiled girl into their sex toy had been one of
the most remarkable perks of his tenure as a Gang Leader. He had no
doubt the young rich-bitch had always been dismissive of blacks, seeing
them as either her family's servants or bums on the streets. She was
used to ordering them around. Now, of course, the roles were
reversed: Kelly was the fucktoy in the hands of these young black men,
to be used and abused in whatever ways they found amusing. She no
longer dismissed Blacks as poor and lazy - she refereed to Hammer and
his Gang Brothers as "Master", doing only as she is told and spending
hours everyday sucking and humping on their black cocks.
Hammer remembered the fun of breaking the white Princess. She had felt
so out-of-place and scared. Her training had been easy: She had had a
fair number of dates with the cane which was now hanging on the wall.
The Gang Members still found occasion to punish their beautiful slave
since even the slightest hint of disobedience or hesitation was not
tolerated
And certainly none of them had any mercy for the girl. They had been
dismissed and dissed on by the likes of her all their lives and the
revenge was sweet indeed! The little Princess was their whore now.
The classy girl who could get sick at the thought of having sex with
anyone not matching her social status, could now tell apart each Gang
Member's cock eyes closed, simply by licking. She knew every ridge,
every vein on every Black Cock in the house, having occupied herself
with entertaining those Black Cocks 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Kelly had learned to be the ultimate whore. Initially, she had just
laid down, spreading her legs so that they could take their pleasure
from her. But that wasn't enough. They wanted a complete slut, a
genuine fuckbunny, who didn't just impale herself on their cocks but
craved for it!! With enough practice, and enough sessions with the
cane, she mastered how to moan and scream in the most stimulating
ways. She learned the right words to say; the right ways to squirm,
the right way to hump on a cock to provide the most entertaining
gyrations. She learned how to give the most pleasure to men; she
learned how each Gang Member liked to fuck her. Kelly had been giving
blow-jobs since she was 13, but not like she did these days. The
snooty girl now featured a perfect blow-job, having been trained in the
correct way to slide her tongue just along the underside of a cock., to
take it all the way down her throat, tickle and tease with her tongue
to provide maximum pleasure, not dropping the tiniest drop of cumm, and
gently cleaning the cock after she was done serving it. She had been
used in all her orifices - the first time Li'l Mo had taken her in the
ass, her screams had echoed through-out the house. She had long been
instructed on how to hold her breasts tightly together when one of the
Masters wanted to "tity-fuck" her. They had done to her things she
didn't think any man could do to her. She was a fully-trained, multi-
equipped fancy fucktoy attending the needs of Hammer and his Gang round-
the-clock.
Hammer teased Kelly's pussy with the toe of his boot:
"How many Black Cocks have you had in you, Cunt?"
"213 Master" the girl replied, her shame apparent on her face no matter
how carefully she tried to conceal it. She was expected to keep track
of her own degradation.
"But, you still want more, Slut?"
"Yes, Master, please..."
Hammer noted how she always knew the correct answer to give. Of
course, she also always had her nervous eyes on the cane hanging from
the wall. The walls, naturally, had much more than just the cane. The
walls which were once exclusively covered with pictures of Tyra Banks,
Halle Berry and Vanessa Williams now frequently featured Kelly's
photographs: Usually with a cock in her mouth, cumm dripping from her
face or other lewd poses which were made to look like she posed
willingly, smiling and giving sultry looks to the Camera.
The door flew open again, and in walked Li'l Mo. Kelly turned towards
the fat guy aged 17 and spoke her usual salute:
"Welcome, Master. Please put your Big Black Cock in me!"
Li'l Mo looked at his bitch with amusement in his eyes. Li'l Mo knew
he was the one she hated the most. Despite all her efforts, he could
tell the little Princess from Beverly Hills hated having sex with his
280 pound body. And it would be fair to say, Li'l Mo was a little too
cane-happy.
"You want my Cock, worthless Slut?"
"Yes, Master. Please give it to me, Master...". As much as Kelly
hated Li'l Mo, she knew better than not to piss him off...
Li'l Mo seated himself on the stolen leather couch: "Crawl to me, Cunt"
Kelly got all fours and crawled over to Li'l Mo, and then slowly took
out his Cock - which she had always found to be little less than the
expectations for a big fat black guy. As she began giving one of her
expert blow-jobs to Li'l Mo, Hammer looked at her unintentionally
wiggling ass.
"Well" he said to himself, as he kneeled behind the girl: "The bitch
might as well go for 215!!".
Kelly knew soon the other members of the gang would show up - back from
their drug-dealing - and they'd all want to have a go at their rich
spoiled slutty white fuckbunny.
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
By the time Lara came home, she had managed to calm herself somewhat.
The answering machine had a message from Mom, and she wanted to talk to
Mom, but not before she washed all the filth away. She rushed to the
phone as soon as she got out of the shower.
"Hi Mom". She was excited to talk to Mom.
"Hi Sweetie...How are you doing"
"Great"... Lara forced herself to lie.
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
The following morning, Lara was called into Richard's room. She
applied a fresh coat of red lipstick,
anticipating Mr. Rostock's mid-morning blow job. She knocked on the
door, walking in nervously expecting to be ordered out of her clothes
promptly.
"You did a fine job yesterday" commented Richard as if he was giving a
performance appraisal.
"...Thank... Thank you, Sir"
"We will have plenty of guests..."
"Yes, Sir!"
"You need to buy toys and training equipment"
"Toys, Sir?"
"Yes, toys... I'm not talking about ToysRUs. There is a porn shop
couple blocks from here. Go there and purchase these items." Richard
handed a list to the terrified girl. Lara couldn't believe her eyes;
the list contained items she found extremely distasteful and painful.
Richard continued: "I don't really have much use for many of those
items but a girl's gotta have her equipments - in case guests demand
it..."
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
Michelle Cataluna looked over the city from her posh office. She had
been examining the ratings of "The Liberation Front" which were very
pleasing. She was scheduled to renew her contract with MSMBC and she
could look forward to a big pay raise.
She examined the case file. She no longer made any courtroom
appearances - the TV occupied most of her time. But she was still up-
to-date with the legal actions of the organization she headed. Women's
Liberation Front had just filed a lawsuit against Sin City
Entertainment. She knew almost all of these lawsuits against
pornographers had failed - the First Amendment was a real bitch! She'd
gladly make an exception in the First Amendment to stop all those
sexist pigs from indulging themselves. Of course, she had won one
monumental case against Pink Compassions. And she remembered how she
had tortured and destroyed Richard Rostock on the stand: She had
particularly enjoyed beating that bastard into mush. And putting that
sleazy Luici Simone out-of-business was an extra bonus. Michelle
wasn't bothered by the eventual outcomes of these legal cases - the
publicity was more than enough to advance the feminist cause, and to
advance Michelle herself...
But the reason for her happiness this morning was not the publicity or
legal cases. She had just finished a meeting with Rubin Lufer, whose
ass she was about to nail because of a particularly nasty sexual
harassment case. Lufer had been one of the biggest political donors in
the State for a long time - yet this powerful man pleaded with her like
a little kid this morning, begging for mercy. Michelle had initially
enjoyed just letting the big honcho wiggle for a while, knowing she
would destroy him regardless. But then, Lufer had said something
magical - the word "CONGRESSWOMAN"! The sound of it was enough to make
Michelle excited. It was said that Lufer was powerful enough to hand-
pick candidates. Of course, she'd have to run in San Francisco, that
city being the only one that was liberal enough to elect a raging
feminist like her. Yet, it would be the first time a prominent
feminist like her would make it to a nationally elected office. The
possibilities were endless - she could even try to introduce some
legislation particularly hurtful to all those sleazy pornographers!
Yes, after all, she could perhaps overlook some nastier aspects of the
lawsuit against Mr. Lufer.
"Congresswoman Cataluna" she said to herself, chuckling in delight.
"Congresswoman Cataluna".
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
It was 7:01 AM when Lara came rushing through the office entrance. In
more than a month at the Rostock Enterprises, she hadn't been late a
single time. She knocked on Mr. Rostock's door, and was called in
promptly.
"You are late"
"I'm so sorry, Sir" she said desperately.
"No, honey, you just think you're sorry. You will be sorry, for real,
in just a moment". Richard took out the spanking pad Lara had
purchased in her trip to the porn shop. "Strip completely and bend
over the desk".
Over the past weeks, Lara had developed the good sense to never argue
with Mr. Rostock no matter how frightening or outrageous his demands
could be. Soon, she was weeping in pain as Richard gave her a
spanking. Even in her agony, she could feel the irony: She was being
spanked like a little girl - her mother had never laid a finger on her,
she had to turn 19 before getting a spanking in the hands of a stranger.
She knew then that there were many ways Richard Rostock could punish
her. Not just the ultimate punishment of sending her to jail, but many
"intermediate" punishments - like the sting of the Spanking Pad Richard
held in his hand. The pain only heightened the girl's fear of
disobedience.
Richard looked at the trembling naked form on his desk and he could
feel his hard-on. He really owned this gorgeous little thing, she was
in his utter control. He decided to trade his morning blow-job for a
real fuck and positioned himself behind the naked girl.
The phone in his office rang just as Richard was pumping in and out.
He stopped his motion for a brief moment to hear what Mrs. Brown had to
say:
"Mr. Rostock, Ms. Cataluna's mother is on line-1, she wants to speak to
her daughter. Should I tell her to call back?"
Lara was irked at hearing about her mother's call while she was being
fucked by her boss. Mr. Rostock had ordered her to give a specific
direct line number to her Mom so she would never know her daughter
worked at Rostock Enterprises - Mrs. Brown must have answered that
number. What she heard next only made her more terrified:
"Oh, no, Margaret, do connect her please". Richard motioned Lara to
pick up the phone without changing her position. The girl was holding
the phone in one hand now, and she was simply horrified that her mom
could somehow figure out she was bent over her boss' desk, naked and
spanked and being fucked...
Richard pushed forward as soon as Lara answered the phone with a meek
"hi, mom!"
"Hello darling"
"Hi..." Lara's response was almost muffled with a moan that escaped
her lips as Richard began ramming into her body in earnest.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm mmmpphh OK, mom...."
"I know you don't want me to call you in the office but I just had
to... I got wonderful news! I might be running for Congress!!"
"That's... iiimmppphhh... wonderful, Mom"
"Yes... So how's work going, honey? Do you help close any deals?"
"Yes, yes... Aaayyhh... Yes, Mom. Aaaagghh... I help close a lot of
deals". Lara could hear the laughter of Richard at this revelation as
he pushed forth harder and faster.
"Oh, that's very good honey. Sounds like a happy office with all that
noise. Anyway, my campaign should be kicking off soon..."
"That's great mother... Mom, can I immmmpphh call you mmpphh back?
I'm kinda busy right now."
"Oh sure, darling, back to work then..."
Richard exploded as a panting, moaning Lara hang up the phone. He
almost couldn't recall having enjoyed sex this much: The evil bitch who
had tried to destroy him had no idea, he was fucking her precious
little daughter like a cheap whore while she was talking to her proud
mommy.
Finally, he seated himself, lighting a cigar. Lara was on the verge of
tears. "Stop crying" he ordered.
"We have guests" commented Richard - the words Lara dreaded the most.
She had gotten used to doing Richard's bidding on a regular basis, but
her boss had also made a habit of using the beautiful girl as
"sweetener" in his business dealings. Lara was often expected to
stroll upstairs to the Grand Meeting Room, as her coworkers smirked,
and "entertain" Mr. Rostock's guests. She could feel the taste of cumm
from the five Japanese men just two days ago.
"This is a very important deal" informed Richard. "These two guys are
establishing a company called Yahoo. Very promising stuff - and if the
deal goes through we'll provide the financing in exchange for a large
chunk of equity! However, I think the closest these two geeks came to
a woman is reading the Penthouse. That's, of course, where you come
in. Off you go upstairs, I told them I'd send some refreshments..."
As soon as Lara left the room, Richard tuned into the closed-circuit
video system. He watched in amusement as Lara stripped and laid down
on the table. He had installed the hidden cameras in the Grand Meeting
Room when his company had first moved to the building - he had stacks
of tapes featuring his business partners with Lara. Poor girl had no
idea her "special duties" were continuously recorded.
Two hours later Richard signed the deal for a large stake in the
company, barely stopping himself from laughing at the exhausted yet
happy faces of the two young men. He was certain this could be the
deal that put him on top of the food chain once again!!!
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
Lara waked through the gates nervously. Underneath her long trench
coat, she only had a thong bikini and a tiny bikini top that barely
concealed her nipples. She had been dead scared taking a cab ride like
this but she was required to arrive in this exact outfit - and Lara had
learned to do exactly what was required of her. Mr. Rostock had
informed her that there would be a party at a friend's mansion Saturday
night: Luici Simone was throwing a party at his new mansion. Having
grown accustomed to "being" the entertainment for men, the young woman
had no doubt the "partying" would come at her expense: Little sluts
like her had to work the hardest, when everyone else decided to party
the hardest.
She discarded her coat at the entrance to the mansion, standing clad in
her excuse for a swimsuit. She knew more or less what was expected of
her: She had been instructed about Luici Simone's famous parties
before. As she made her way to the pool area, she could hear the loud
music, laughter and chatter. The garden was filled with rich men and
gorgeous women. Men were dressed casually yet elegantly and some were
in the water with various companions. Women contrasted sharply; they
were all in skimpy thong bikinis. It seemed the amount of clothing one
had was the best determinant of status in this party.
The girls all had stunning bodies; not terribly surprising since Lara
knew Mr. Simone and his friends picked their girls from former beauty
queens, college cheerleaders, and top-of-the-line high society
hookers. Lara realized the girls were all responsible for different
functions even though they were all available for whatever the men
desired - and she was told she'd have to assume different duties
between parties. Some girls were the waitresses: They constantly
circulated champagne, food delicacies and cigars. They, too, were
dressed in skimpy bikinis, but with one special feature: The entire
outfit was held together with a big loop at the small of the back,
blatantly inviting fiendish fingers to pull it loose. When that
happened, the whole outfit came apart falling to the ground in pieces
and the waitress would be left naked, still holding her tray. And
there was no going back from that, she'd have to serve everyone naked -
until somebody would decide to make use of her in a different
capacity. The worst, Lara realized, was that the waitress had to go
back and forth between the garden and the kitchen, where the lowly
cooks and bartenders would be leering at her naked body.
While these waitress-girls were rushing around to deliver drinks, there
were many other young women who were serving "other" needs. Most men
were seated on comfortable chairs, with young women next to them. The
women kept caressing and kissing the men. Some were at later stages of
this game; Lara could see some girls giving blow jobs, a few others
humping up and down on somebody's lap. Many men seemed to prefer more
privacy: Lara noticed them taking one or two of the girls upstairs,
presumably to secluded rooms. There was an abundance of attractive
women in the entire place. Some were sitting alone, obviously waiting
to be picked up and taken upstairs. There was one simple rule for the
girls at Luici Simone's parties: The girls were there for the taking.
When a young lady was approached by a man, she had to do whatever he
desired - which usually meant giving him a terrific fuck.
Yet, there were other, more "spicy" sideshows going on as well: Most
men were seated around a small stage by the pool, watching three girls
making love to each other. Their bodies were meshed together, licking,
fondling and kissing each other, getting more and more aggressive.
Many in the audience had girls kneeled before them, enjoying expert
blow jobs while watching this spectacle. That wasn't all: Lara could
see in an isolated corner a scene taking place, right out of an all-
girls school. A blonde girl in school uniform was bent over what
looked like a teacher's desk. Her plaid skirt was bunched up around
her waist, and her white panties were pulled down to her knees. Her
legs were pushed apart as far as the panties would permit, allowing for
an unobstructed view of her bald pussy to the men seated directly
behind her. Maybe it was the outfit, or the hair in cute little
pigtails, but Lara thought the girl didn't look older than sixteen.
One of the men was positioned behind her, walking back and forth, and
landing sudden smacks on the girl's bottom with the cane in his hand.
He seemed to be paying special attention to not blocking the others'
view of the girl's shapely ass which was now covered with angry red
welts. Despite all the noise in the garden, Lara could faintly hear
the girl's screams each time the cane connected with her buttocks:
"Six, Sir"!!!... "Seven, Sir"!!!... "Eight, Sir"!!!...
Lara finally noticed Mr. Rostock at a distance who was making his way
upstairs with a stunning Asian girl. It looked like her boss'
attention would be reserved for other girls tonight. Lara wondered if
any of these gorgeous women were blackmailed into being here as she
was. She guessed that wasn't the case. She knew most were paid
handsomely for their services, and many of these gorgeous women were on
retainer from the powerful men all around the compounds. As she took a
seat by the pool, as far away from other people as possible, she felt
like a lamb at the slaughter house. One of the guests would surely
grab her. Then, looking around she realized, now as a regular host at
these parties she would sooner or later have to do all the other
things: She would be the naked waitress, the schoolgirl getting a
caning, the lesbian lover on the stage... That last one especially
horrified her, not having touched another female in her life. But she
knew, like so many other things in her life, that too would change this
summer.
She realized a tall, overweight man was approaching her. She could
swear she knew him from somewhere but she couldn't remember who he
was. He was a heavy-set man, in his mid-forties.
He simply said "Hi!!!". A simple "Hi" meant a lot in Simone's
parties: Lara, having been properly instructed, got on her feet and
grabbed the man's hand gently, giving him a seductive smile - the best
she could manage anyway...
Apparently, her companion wanted to go upstairs, so they headed towards
the outer stairs going up to the second floor. It dawned on her as
they entered a large bedroom: She knew the man. She thought his name
was something like "Larry Binks". He was the conservative senator from
Louisiana. She remembered him from one of her Mom's shows - the
Senator had gone into a big heated argument with her Mom over Title 9.
As far as Lara could remember, her Mom had given the Senator a good
beating. She always did anyway. Lara wondered if the Senator knew who
she was, if Mr. Rostock had sent him to her - so that the good Senator,
who controlled a powerful committee, could have the amusement of
fucking Michelle Cataluna's daughter... But then, Mr. Rostock was
extremely stringent about keeping Lara's identity under wraps: She was
never allowed to mention her actual last name to anyone, never allowed
to call her Mom from work, even her employment papers were drafted
under a fake last name. Not that Lara minded it at all. She would die
in shame if anyone learned how she'd been "working" for the last
month. She'd do anything to make sure no one knew the most famous
feminist TV host's daughter was being passed around as a common bimbo.
But here she was now, ready to be fucked by a man her mom despised, a
man who almost called her Mom a "whore" on TV. She forcefully blocked
all such ill thoughts from her mind, as she unhooked the bikini top and
smiled at the Senator who was busy stripping out of his clothes.
Lara emerged from the second floor a short while later, showered and
cleaned. The Senator hadn't lasted long, and after pumping up and down
on his shaft for a few minutes, Lara had felt the man release. He had
asked her to clean him off, and Lara could still taste both of their
juices in her mouth. She was in her skimpy bikini again, hoping there
would be no more laboring for the night.
She was wrong: As soon as she made her way back to the pool-side, she
came eye-to-eye with Eric who was seated at a table on the other side
of the pool. He was a particularly obnoxious Stock Analyst from
Rostock Enterprises with a habit of making pointed jokes about Lara.
The sight of him almost froze Lara on her tracks. This was the most
uncomfortable she'd ever felt. She noticed next to Eric there were
other guys from the work, all Mr. Rostock's high-paid yuppies. She had
no idea guys from the office would be attending this party. Lara knew
she was the subject of many jokes and ridicules at the office, but this
was different: Now, it was in plain sight that she was just a slut;
she was there for the taking in this glorified meat-market. Despite
all her wishes, Eric was signaling for her to come over. The
humiliated girl walked over to their table, her higheels clinking on
the marbles. Her tiny swimsuit felt more exposing than ever: She was
in a sexy nothing in front of her coworkers.
"My, my..." said Eric, puffing his cigar. "Look who we got here!".
His friends laughed. There was four of them: Eric, Steve, Albert and
Manuel - All guys Lara knew from work, young ivy-leaguers who no doubt
did not expect this sort of bonus when they first signed for Rostock
Enterprises. There was another girl, completely naked, just sitting on
the floor. She was a natural red-head, and she didn't seem to share
any of Lara's anxieties. She was playing with her breasts and
laughing, smoking a cigar one of the guys must have given her. She was
looking at Lara with a glee in her eyes.
Lara expected Eric to make a few more jokes but instead he seemed more
interested in seeing Lara in action: "Lara, please strip and make love
to Nicole!".
For a few seconds Lara hesitated. Mr. Rostock had told her to obey
everyone at the party and that surely included her coworkers. She was
disgusted at the thought of what was requested of her - but, then, she
still remembered the consequences of the last time she displeased her
Boss. Trying not to look at the guys, she undid her top and slid down
her thong, standing naked. Her face was red in shame, and she was
trembling.
"See I told you" remarked Eric looking at her closely shaven pussy.
"She IS a natural blonde". This drew a big laughter from others.
Lara's face turned even a deeper shade of red at this crude comment.
She felt Nicole grab her by the elbow and pull her down. She didn't
resist... what had to be done had to be done. Nicole, on the other
hand, was smiling at the boys with a wicked grin, apparently quite
grateful for having a playmate. She led Lara to a sitting position
next to her, obviously very eager to please her audience. She landed a
soft kiss on her unwilling lover; then she kissed Lara long and
passionately, caressing her breasts. As she broke the kiss, she bit
Lara's lower lip, all the while keeping her eyes fixed at the guys,
making sure she didn't forget who the girls were doing this for.
Lara could feel herself slowly getting into this lewd act of sex. Her
juices were beginning to flow despite herself. There was nothing she
could do. Her body was reacting to Nicole's sensual strokes and all
the sexual anxiety. She could feel her resistance fading away: She
had no choice in the matter afterall; even though the idea of sexual
intimacy with "Nicole" nauseated her.
There was no doubt, Nicole was the aggressor in this pairing of sexy
lesbians. She took charge quickly, guiding the shy Lara into a festive
lesbian performance. The guys were watching in delight. It wasn't
every day of the week they could make two gorgeous girls go down on
each other - and Lara's obvious discomfort made it all the more
arousing.
Nicole quickly pushed Lara beyond the initial stage of teasing and
titillation, moving on to the more assertive fondling, and right on to
a full-blown lesbian performance, ending in a passionate sixty-nine,
with both the red-head and the blonde assaulting each other's pussy
with a pair of fast-flipping tongues and faces covered with the other
girl's juices.
When the whole spectacle was over, the four men gave a hearty applause
to the wet love-making that took place right before their eyes:
"Good job, Dykes!" cheered Eric.
"Yeah, that's what I call a pair of hot dykes" added Albert.
"The problem is, we are all hard now!!"
It was the sort of problem that would have to be remedied by the
girls: In no time, Lara was bucking on Eric's hard cock while he was
groping her ass and breasts. She could hear Nicole's moans who was
doing the same with Steve - and there were two more guys to take care
of!!! She could only imagine the embarrassment of going to work on
Monday, knowing everything her "coworkers" did to her...
* * * * * * * * *
* * * * *
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'
The music was blasting throughout the house. Kelly knew this was DMX:
A month ago, she didn't know the first thing about Rap, which she hated
anyway. Now she knew it by heart as this gang's bitch. And that
wasn't the only change in the teen-queen. Apart from mastering the art
of obedience and fucking, the girl had physical changes, as well: She
had two large metal rings pierced into her nipples. There was a tattoo
on his right buttock, featuring the Leopards' gang symbol - signifying
the ownership of Kelly.
Of course, the young woman wouldn't have agreed to this under normal
conditions, perhaps not even facing the risk of going to jail. She was
sure her parents could put together a dream-team for her defense. But
Kelly Van Ryan was no longer just in fear of jail-time: She was in
fear of her life! As far as she was concerned, she was in-the-middle-
of-a-jungle. She couldn't even find her way out of this ghetto. But
more importantly, she couldn't even make a run... There was always at
least one gang-member present in the house - with a big gun - making it
impossible for Kelly to escape. And she didn't even dare think about
escaping anymore. She was terrified of "Hammer" and all the rest of
them; and she had no doubt if she tried to run away, she'd be killed
even if they had to hunt her down and put a bullet in her pretty head.
All she could hope was that they would remain faithful to the deal they
had made with Sammy.
Kelly was thinking these thoughts as she was trying to feed into her
mouth the biggest, meanest cock she'd seen ever in her young life. She
was on the floor by the couch, on her knees in front of the gang-member
known as "Beast". Beast owed his name in no little measure to the size
of his cock: Kelly had become an expert in taking huge black cocks all
the way down her throat, but Beast's cock was still a challenge.
Other gang-members were seated on the couch and chairs, screaming and
yelling, smoking drugs and drinking malt liquor. Music was turned off
now, the Raiders game was on. It was unusual to see a giant-screen TV
in a poor neighborhood like this; but then not many teenagers returned
home every night with stacks of cash.
When she was done with Beast, she would move onto Li'l Mo. And then
onto the next one. The members of this gang loved to watch their
Raiders while getting blow jobs from their bitch. Thus, there would be
seconds... maybe thirds, too...
* * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
The Monday morning after Simone's party, Mrs. Brown came over to Lara.
"Follow me" she ordered as she headed towards the stacking room.
"So, the boys tell me you were introduced to hot-lesbian sex this
weekend."
"Mrs. Brown, I..."
"Shut up!! Slut! You fuck basically anything with two feet! You are
a disgrace! And believe me, I know who you are and I will tell
everything to that bitchy mother of yours - unless you learn to please
me! I've always wanted a little young fucktoy of my own!!"
Lara's tongue was buried between the huge legs of Mrs. Brown in no time.
* * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
When Lara was called into Mr. Rostock's office a few days later, she
was sure it was just another case of a "deal sweetener" - she was used
to this shameful task by now, she just hoped the guests weren't
particularly old, ugly or Japanese: The Japanese were the worst; they
had no qualms about using all the sex toys that were provided to them.
Lara remembered the last visit from them vividly, unsure which was the
worst about entertaining the three Suntoi executives: The sting of the
cat-o-nine-tails or the taste of the Japanese cumm in her mouth...
Richard didn't bother to bore the girl with unnecessary directives. He
informed his beautiful assistant that there were two young men waiting
for her in the Grand Meeting Room - Lara knew the rest...
As Lara made her way out of his office, Richard turned on the hidden
camera system in the Grand Meeting Room and pressed record. This was
going to be good...
When Lara entered in the Grand Meeting Room, she was surprised to see
two handsome guys, looking good enough to be playgirl models. She felt
herself getting wet: For more than a month, she had been fucking
college geeks, old and ugly corporate executives, sick little
bastards... Her young body tingled with excitement at the prospect of
making love to the tanned, young, powerful bodies of these two
"hunks". Their huge muscles were almost trying to rip out of their
tight T-shirts, and Lara's eyes unconsciously wandered down to their
groins, knowing what was hidden underneath the jeans was what every
girl wanted. She certainly would not mind having sex with these two
young men, in fact she looked forward to stripping for them and feeling
their powerful hard cocks at the tip of her tongue. She gave them a
sultry look as she started unbuttoning her blouse... They certainly
did not look like a couple of high-tech entrepreneurs or anything like
that, but she couldn't care less...
Richard watched the whole thing from his office - it lasted more than
an hour. The two men were nothing like his usual clients, who usually
either came just at the sight of a naked Lara or were on the verge of
an heart attack after ten minutes with the girl. Of course, these two
young men had made a career out of fucking women and Richard had to
give them some credit: They really "fucked her brains out"! Lara's
performance was visibly and understandably different than when she was
having sex with a bunch of rednecks or geeks: She was lost in a frenzy
of lust, she humped on their cocks with an animalistic passion, moaning
and screaming like a bitch-in-heat. Towards the end, she looked like
she had just ran the Boston Marathon, but she still kept moaning in
high shrieks, enjoying yet another orgasm, having lost the count of
it... When it was all-over, Lara wasn't sure she could walk: Her body
was trembling with the remainders of her most powerful sexual
experience ever.
After resting for a while, she managed to make it back to Mr. Rostock's
office, despite walking like a zombie. She wondered where her two
lovers had disappeared to - Mr. Rostock usually kept her around during
the signing of any deals she helped broker; so that she could see how
much money she was making for him. Lara thought at first that was just
another way to mock her - these days, she even felt a twisted pride in
doing her job successfully!
"That was something, huh?" commented Richard.
Lara pretended she didn't see the implication: "I think they were
satisfied, Sir..."
Richard threw a thick magazine at Lara. When she looked at the
magazine, a shriek of surprise went though her lips: The two young men
she had just fucked, were on the cover of the magazine, half-dressed in
the outfit of construction workers, with a big-busted blonde woman
between them - a magazine called "The Authoritative Adult Film Almanac".
"Two of the most promising adult stars of 90s!" informed Richard. "So
did you enjoy fucking two stallions like that, Lara?"
"No, Sir... I just did what you asked me to... I don't enjoy... doing
the things you make me do"
"Yeah? Well, it surely looks different here". Richard pressed play
and the giant screen came alive with images of Lara humping up and down
on one guy's cock, while the other was pushing his cock into her mouth.
Lara's shock and dismay were genuine. She felt trembling all over, her
legs shaking...
"Oh yes, dear girl, I have a very large collection of tapes like this -
a very large collection of all your performances: You fuck basically
anybody! But I think this one's the best: Look at you, you're
screaming like a whore on fire! Of course, all the other tapes are,
for the most part, useful for gaining some leverage against my business
partners - I couldn't make the tapes public without shaming them! But
this one's different! Those two hunks you fucked already agreed to
distributing this wonderful wet piece of art..."
"Sir" was all Lara could say in a hoarse voice.
"In fact, it's so good, I think everyone should be able to watch it!
That's why it's on the Internet, Lara. You even got your own web
address. Isn't that something?"
"Sir, please..." Lara begged in despair. "Please don't put that on the
Internet..."
"Oh, I think it's a great opportunity to display your charms... Look,
I think somebody even entered your web site!" he laughed at the
frightened expression on the girl's face. "Oh, no, false alarm...
Nobody seems to know about this site! Yet!!! Perhaps, we should send
a mass e-mail to your freshman class, huh? Or the alumni list of your
high-school? I'm sure your old classmates would get a real kick out of
it. Mom, too, of course"
"No, Please, don't, Sir, I'll do anything" begged the desperate girl.
"Well, there IS something you can do!"
"Anything, Sir..."
"I just need you to sign this document..."
"What... what is it, Sir?"
"Oh, it's just a safeguard for me... It says you consented to the
making of this tape..."
"But, why, Sir? Please..."
"It is only to ensure you won't be able to claim you were forced into
making this tape... That's all... Nobody will ever see the tape,
anyway! It is for MY OWN collection, alone."
"Only for your own collection, Sir?"
"Yes" replied Richard, making it clear he was losing his patience...
"Do I have to sign it, Sir? Please don't make me..."
"No" replied Richard. "You don't have to... Instead, we could just
send the tape to every living soul you know, and then send your pretty
ass to jail. It's your choice..."
Lara signed on the dotted line...
Richard smiled. He would later explain the young woman that she had
just signed a 10-movie deal with "Pink Compassions". She'd be making
nine more videos. He would of course tell her it was just for his "own
collection". And perhaps, it was. The paper contract signed under
these conditions had little value if it was contested in a court of
law. Lara wouldn't know that - but Richard had no doubt her bitchy Mom
could have a field day in court.
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
By the time the cameras were set up and the Luici was seated at the
director's chair, Lara was already smoking heavy marijuana. The pot was
the only thing that soothed her nerves, and Richard gladly offered her
plenty of what she needed, knowing that only made the light-headed girl
more compliant.
Richard had explained to her that it was just a bunch of "home-videos"
for his own collection. To Lara, it sure looked like a professional
production rather than a simple home video. The place was crowded with
cameramen, busy crew members rushing right and left, setting up big
cameras and arranging lights. There was a couch placed in front of the
Fire Place - where apparently the "script" required for Lara and the
other "actor" to "make love": He was one of the guys who had given her
such a good time the other day! Luici Simone was in the director's chair
and Richard was seated next to him.
"Allright" the director yelled. "Let's start shooting".
Lara hadn't felt so naked and disgraced in her entire life. The
presence of so many people around her was terrifying enough; knowing
that every bit of this shame would be on Camera felt like she was being
stripped right down to her soul. By the time Simone began giving his
directions, she was shuddering in humiliation. But a few stares at
Richard's spanking pad - which he kept handy - washed away any
hesitation. Having to follow directions from the director only
heightened the girl's unease. Yet, she did follow the director's
directions satisfactorily as she began unzipping the young stud's shorts
and threw a smile at the camera - as the director ordered. Soon, the
two young bodies were naked and sweating, gyrating against each other,
doing one position after another as per the director's orders.
This first "flick" of Lara was a simple one. Simone told Lara they
might try a few new things in other tapes; all the while the girl kept
pleading Mr. Rostock not to show anyone the tape - which finally made
Richard lose his cool: "Don't worry" he yelled at her with obvious
anger. Lara thought she could trust her boss. Or was it the pot
soothing her mind, helping her rationalize this horrible turn of
events... She no longer cared: It was too late to stop the tide now. A
door had been opened and it couldn't be closed anymore. There would be
other tapes. It was all for Mr. Rostock's "personal collection"
anyway...
* * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
Two Months later:
It had been almost eight weeks since Lara's first pornographic
performance. The summer was coming to an end, and the girl was anxious
to be done with her "internship" soon. She was on her knees at the
moment, sucking Richard's cock, who was watching one of the latest
videos of Lara. She no longer minded any of the abuse - she had gotten
used to most of it. She was the perfect slut.
Richard watched the tape with satisfaction - at that particular moment
the satisfaction wasn't the result of the blow job he was receiving,
though the once-shy girl had become an expert in giving oral pleasure
with all the work she had put into it during the summer. She knew every
vein on Richard's cock, every trick that made it tick. She looked like
she was getting ready for cock-sucking Olympics.
He grinned wide with satisfaction because of what he had turned his
enemy's precious daughter into. If he had ever seen a real slut, a
shameless obedient fuckbunny, Lara was it. She had fucked countless men
in the last few months, entertaining Richard and his guests without any
discrimination. She'd become a regular in Luici Simone's parties. She
had swallowed enough cumm to fill up an Olympic swimming pool, and
stripping out of her clothes to get fucked by her boss had become
routine. The conservative, shy, proud girl was long gone. Now, the
young slut followed orders without question, no matter how demeaning.
And Richard had the proof of it all. The threat of a drug conviction
seemed so pale in Richard's eyes now - he had more goods on the slut
now, a lot more! And the girl was no longer camera-shy, either. Luici
had produced a total of 10 porn flicks featuring Lara. Each tape was
more daring then the one before. Luici had been happy to see an
"actress" who didn't have a choice in how extreme the production would
be: He had even indulged into lesbian bondage and S&M videos in the
last few filmings.
Richard was inspecting a proto-type Luici sent. It was what the final
product could look like - if it were actually released to the
market-place: A flashy cover featuring Lara with a cock right on her
pretty face, cumm dripping from her cheeks onto her firm breasts. The
label printed in red bold letters caught attention:
#########
Pink Compassions' latest series:
"IT TAKES A SLUT TO RAISE A SLUT"
"Feminist Queen's Daughter Bares It All!!!"
##########
Richard smiled - he didn't know if the product would actually make it to
the market. It all depended on the upcoming events. Lara still seemed
convinced that all these films were made for Richard's own use.
The girl under the desk felt the cock in her throat pulse for once and
Richard's jism gushed down her throat. Lara carefully made sure she
didn't spill a drop - she had long learned Mr. Rostock did not
appreciate any of her protein diet going to waste. She carefully licked
his cock clean and placed it back into the man's pants, zipping him up.
She was now a real pro in this, she even took pride in her ability to
give the perfect blow-job.
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
Michelle Cataluna was getting ready for her program when she was
notified that a package was delivered to her. She signed the documents,
taking the bulky box to her office. At first, the contents of the
package seemed to be evidence for a new lawsuit against the
sleaze-industry. 10 brightly packaged videos, all in pornographic
nature. Michelle only realized the real purpose of the delivery when
she picked up one of the tapes, feeling like she was hit with a sudden
stroke. She had to hold onto a chair to remain stable on her two feet:
There she was, her little princess, on the cover of a porn-video,
smiling in an obscene pose. After a few moments, Michelle finally
brought herself to examining the contents of the package. All the tapes
featured Lara. Underneath the video-tapes, there was a copy of the
contract signed by Lara. It was official and it would hold in court.
She also found a note:
"If you don't want these tapes released all over the country, contact
me. Richard Rostock."
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
"What do you want?" asked Michelle, barely able to contain the anger in
her voice. She hated the man on the other end of the phone with all her
intensity. At first, she had believed her daughter must have been
physically coerced into par-taking in the smut. It turned out, there
were other reasons - such as facing 15 years in jail.
"Well, Michelle, for starters, how about some dirt on my ex-wife? You
know damn well she lied in the divorce trial, and I want some detailed
information about that."
Michelle wondered for a few moments. She'd be selling-out her client.
But, there was no alternative:
"Is that it?"
"Not quite. I want you to bring this information to my office
personally. You can catch a flight from LA. And we can discuss other
matters person-to-person".
Michelle was silent. She hadn't felt so scornful yet helpless in her
entire life.
"I'll be there" she managed to say before hanging up.
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
Michelle had been waiting at the reception desk for more than a
half-hour. It was humiliating to be kept waiting for so long, but no
doubt this was yet another power-play by Richard Rostock. And he had
all the cards now. She also looked around to see if she could see Lara
- she hadn't returned her calls.
Finally, a fat woman approached her: "Mr. Rostock will see you now".
Michelle was escorted to her adversary's room.
Richard didn't even bother getting up. He had no intention of treating
Michelle like a lady. "Sit" he pointed at a chair.
Doing a very poor job of hiding her animosity, Michelle sat on the
chair, pulling out a thick folder.
"Here's all the information you need" she informed Richard.
He took the folder but didn't bother looking inside. "Very well".
"Where's my daughter?"
"Your daughter? Oh, you mean the sexy little office slut we keep around
here for entertainment purposes. You know, I must command you Michelle:
You really raised a perfect slut!"
Michelle's face reflected a mixture of anger and dismay. If Michelle
had the opportunity, she could kill Richard at that very moment:
"Your feminist masterpiece of a daughter is actually is quite the tasty
little fucktoy. You wouldn't believe what a slut she's turned out to
be. In just the last two months she's fucked more men - and women -
than a common street whore!! You have to see your little bitch in bed -
she fucks like an animal! She knows just the perfect way to give a blow
job, how to squirm her fantastic body for the maximum enjoyment of men.
She is not really a big-ball breaker like her mother, but she can
certainly lick a pair of balls like a little puppy!"
"I'm gonna kill you" hissed Michelle. This despicable animal, the man
she had once destroyed, had turned her Lara into a little boytoy.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. Before you get to have your daughter back,
there's one more thing you must do."
"What??" asked Michelle in frustration.
"I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock..."
The woman was astonished. "You have to be kidding..." she muttered.
"It's what I've wanted ever since you walked into that courtroom and
began interrogating me with that bitch mouth of yours. Remember how you
strolled back and forth in the courtroom, smiling at the jury, trying to
nail me down with all your questions - well, all that time, I was
thinking how nice it would be to see you on your knees, sucking my cock,
making no sounds other than gagging and slurping."
Michelle gasped. The fact that she was expected to take a cock into her
mouth was revolting enough; the idea of giving a blow job to a hated
enemy made her sick to her stomach. Yet, she had no choice.
"Attagirl, get down on your knees and suck me like the common slut that
you are!"
Soon a frustrated Michelle was on her knees, Richard's cock buried in
her throat, her tongue sliding along his penis. Michelle, being the
all-powerful feminist that she was, hadn't given a blow job since the
early days of highschool. Whenever Richard felt like she wasn't doing
the best job she could, not using her tongue as enthusiastically as he'd
like, he gave her hair a painful yank, making sure his newest pet worked
as hard as her daughter did. He was looking down to Michelle's pretty
head bobbing back and forth, his cock buried in her face: The haughty,
proud, man-eating bitch was on her knees, servicing him like a common
whore.
"You see Michelle" Richard spoke through his heavy breathing: "Men love
getting blowjobs from beautiful women. It makes us feel powerful!"
"Look at me!" he yanked her hair back so that Michelle's eyes were
turned up towards him even as she continued sucking. In this position,
every woman looked like a deer caught in the headlights: Powerless and
weak, serving the man on her knees - it didn't matter whether it was one
of Richard's little bimbos or the mighty ball-buster Michelle Cataluna:
The eyes of a woman sucking on a Man's cock and looking up at him as if
to seek approval from him - those eyes only revealed helplessness, fear
and undeniable acknowledgment of subservience...
"This is so good" was all Richard could say as he felt his balls
exploding in another powerful orgasm - his jism shut down Michelle's
throat - she was gagging now but Richard's strong grip held her head in
place, making sure globs of cumm traveled down to her stomach. Half way
through, he suddenly pulled out his cock, resting it on Michelle's lips
and smearing his cumm all over her pretty face. Once he was through and
his cock began shrinking next to her face, Richard stepped back and
looked at Michelle as if he was admiring his accomplishment.
"Ever since we met" he told her, "ever since you walked into my life
like a bitch from hell, this is how I envisioned you Michelle: My cumm
dripping from your face".
"Where's my daughter?" demanded Michelle in a hoarse voice as she tried
to get rid off the cumm on her face.
"Oh, Lara? She's on her farewell tour..."
"Farewell tour?"
"Yes... She's going around the building giving every employee one last
blow-job".
"Are you done with us?" asked Michelle.
Richard smiled. "Yeah, you're free to go"
As Michelle rushed out the door to find Lara, Richard whispered to
himself:
"Don't forget, though: You did get me convicted of lying."
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
Kelly Van Ryan was back in Beverly Hills, strolling along, on a shopping
trip. Bags of expensive clothes were dangling from her hands. It had
been less than a week since Sammy Milano released her from the
Gang-House. He had stayed loyal to the deal. Kelly had the tattoo and
nipple-rings removed, and the young woman finally felt confident enough
to flaunt her sexy body in girlish charm, putting on mini-skirts and
tight blouses. She'd been calling Lara but her friend seemed to be
out-of-town. She hadn't seen her friend since the awful day they were
caught.
All of a sudden, a car came to a screeching halt right in front of
Kelly. She shrieked in shock, not knowing what to do. Her shock
turned into instant fear when she saw who was stepping out of the car:
HAMMER.
"Hi bitch! Did you miss us? We certainly missed your juicy white
cunt..?"
Kelly trembled in fear. "No... No, get away from me... You can't have
me anymore. Sammy let me go..."
"Yeah?" smiled Hammer, anger apparent in his hardened black face.
"Well, did Sammy promise anything about these? Because we were frankly
planning to send them to your parents, grandparents, your friends...
basically distribute it to anyone who might be interested..."
Kelly looked at the pictures in despair: Her nude poses that would put
hookers to shame: Spreading her pussy lips for the camera, being fucked
on her knees, cumm dripping from her face...
"There are even magazines willing to pay good money for these...
Unless, you promise to visit us, once-a-week, that's all. One day a
week your ass belongs to us!"
"No, please..." was all Kelly could say.
"Imagine Mommy and Daddy seeing their little daughter like this...
getting fucked like a whore..." Hammer held the picture up. "Do we
have a deal, bitch?"
"Yes..." said the broken girl.
"Well then..." Hammer opened the car door: "Today's your first visit!!"
Kelly had already begun sobbing when Hammer was settled in the front
seat and made a comment about "how the bitch would pay for her little
escape".
The car sped away, with Kelly Van Ryan in it.
* * * * * * * * *
* * *
Richard Rostock was seated in the leather backseat of the Limo, reading
the paper. The business news was about Rostock Enterprises, detailing
how once-convicted business tycoon Richard Rostock had made his way back
into big leagues through his stellar Internet investments which now
valued his firm well above $5 billion. But the most entertaining news
to Richard was on the cover page. The picture was of Michelle Cataluna
and her daughter Lara, both hiding behind shaded sun-glasses and
scarves. The two had been ambushed by reporters on the LAX airport, did
their best, in agony, to avoid the humiliating questions. The spectacle
was all about the release of Pink Compassions' newest erotic video
series featuring the prominent feminist's daughter. Cataluna had been
forced to resign from Women Liberation Front, her TV show was canceled
and she had withdrawn her bid from the congressional race. The
journalists, knowing Cataluna's stance against pornography had a field
day with the scandal. The famous feminist had turned into a matter of
national joke over night, providing Leno and Letterman with vast
material. The Women Liberation Front had taken pains to explain this
incident did not reflect on the entire organization, but few seemed to
be paying attention to their protests.
Richard picked up the phone, dialed his lawyer:
"George, I think we have grounds to re-open the case against my wife".