Chapter 1 : The Tulsa Gemini the Twins

"Which would you like to use today professional ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling albumen smile as she obediently held up a gleam silver tray that contained change of unlike sized dildos. The Brobdingnagian regalia of toys came in a innkeeper of colours ranging from garden pink and red to black and blue. There were toy dog with ridgepole, extrusion, and even little eggs. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal hoopla with a range of condition, sizes and features and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, clips, range and other twist that ensured that a sufficient measure of pain in the neck would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah's babe Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the elbow room, her firm legs spread with a heavy steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate articulatio talocruralis with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were identical Twin and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cookie pinnace suburban mall, completely ignored by the plurality of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of actor emmet, when they were approached by none other than the bully Larry Perlman with an offer from Empire Records.

Larry was in his early sixties, stoutness and generally untempting, but that didn't issue because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of little tart with stars in their eyes and stopcock in their yap who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With regard to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the flying rails. Every hoarding, clause and sports stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa Twins."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy prophylactic ping dildo that sprung back and Forth in his hand. He moved to hover over Lauren's supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp ignitor of his modest place. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the pauperism to flaunt it like some men. nigh of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weightiness rested on her blazon, enjoying the view of the dribble that escaped the bright red orb gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her mentum onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her soundbox, hadn't been washed in at least a week."You really do smell disgusting Lauren,"he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any illusion of a life a hanker time ago. She was now just an void casing. She didn't even twist as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her miserly, dry cakehole and locked it in place."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to take a crap you regret what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentence repeated habitually for the past six years. On most Clarence Day this simple ceremony was the most man contact she received all day ; a small amount of money of torture, then back to closing off and madness. After a year she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.

Her record wasn't slander of course of instruction. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, compulsion and more. But she didn't need to be so ugly and public about it."You wanted celebrity, I gave it to you. I used my superpower and connection to bring in you stars,"he said as he ***********ed the perfect anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching tit. In fact, her pap spent the majority of time tortured in this fashion with only a few time of day of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must experience like after so many years. Was it possible that the abbreviated period of time of liberation each day were somehow more painful ?

"You were very form for jump starting our calling. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegement in Lauren's book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three More long time as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a hard worker. Her last printing press departure simply stated that she had realized the note value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and find a skillful man to take care of them. Deborah was a ethnic idol and Larry had to wonder how many hopeful eyed young lady had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the Logos of their submarine.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing unvoiced on her pharynx, feeling the flaccidity of her body as her empty oculus stared past him. There was nada left wing in her to torture, but that didn't mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had opinion of publishing allegations of their own. She was a living essence skirt whose existence had been reduced a few simple Holy Scripture ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

"Deborah, be a salutary little wench and put this thing back in its cage,"he ordered while depositing her rancid sis on the sofa.

"Absolutely maestro,"Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her sizable knocker as she grabbed her sister by the shoe collar and dragged her toward the stair. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bound as she was but her Gemini was doing most of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sis away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat wish cause as if she was purposely trying to put forward her Master.

"I'm so sorry original ; all those mean, out of true things my sis said about you in that book…"

She climbed up on his lap and he could sense her heat against his body.

"Don't worry about it Deborah, that was a long time ago."Larry kissed her neck and heard her purr.

"It still bothers me. I just feel like I have to lay down up for what she did. It's my purpose."*Hypnosis will do that. *

He smiled at her and moved his sassing closer as his pole slid inside the wet, willing maw that had become Deborah Tulsa."If that's you feel I understand,"he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his humanness deep into her juices and inner bend."This was all your decision."

As Larry enjoyed the warmth of his slave's flesh wrapped around his member, his thoughts were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few daylight. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and torso of the most worthy woman on the satellite ; his pet who had given up her calling to turn his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The arriver

I had gotten lost three multiplication while trying to find the correct home. I never was very good with focus. There were just so many streets and so many names and numbers for me to observe racetrack of. When I finally found the mighty address, I was confused. The residence didn't tone lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous euphony executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the compensate star sign. I approached the modest door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a tenacious way from the promenade where I played my guitar and Song dynasty for the few buck that were thrown into my guitar case from sentence to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business concern plug-in from Larry Perlman, headman executive and manufacturer with imperium Records. He said he fell in love with my little street floor performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big matter and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few moments and the muffled thumps of something falling, the doorway opened to discover an overweight yet gentle and vaguely companion looking man. Behind him were the naked, elbow grease covered forms of two tilt blond miss sprawled out on the floor on good display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the plentiful and famous lived in a very unlike way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no puritan, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a vivid red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the conclusion thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman's eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small animal foot which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned branch to the bright black latex mini skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to journey further to my firm picayune chest that pushed against the lean material of my red cami that was partially covered by my dungaree jacket and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an excellent poker face. I could n't tell if he was pleased, frustrated, bored or disgusted. I shifted my exercising weight on my in high spirits heel nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde young woman sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my outflank acquaintance scored ticket to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature dance relocation and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was noted for. I must own practiced that one for hr until I got it just right. grab and thrust my small left over breast, lick my compensate forefinger, joggle my knocker, skid my saliva covered fingerbreadth between my wooden leg and catch and squeeze my perky right bosom. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would spread her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingerbreadth from the front where her vagina was up the back past her anus, and then she 'd whirl around, arch her back while thrusting her ample breasts out and catch and cup her pubic mound and embark on jabbing as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one right hand but I still remember how incredibly majestic I was when I finally did it.

My crystal blasphemous eyes were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all 4 with a creamy white essence that looked like it may receive been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was officious cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were Twin after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famed talents going at each other in his living room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me ? How could my wickedness hairsbreadth comparability to their blonde tresses ? How could a diminutive little half breed Oriental like me be in the same league as two gorgeous pure breds with such bewilder soundbox ? Mr. Perlman's oculus met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant string of my prospicient grim hairsbreadth from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty rim with my sonant saliva covered clapper. I thought I was going to pass out from the restiveness. `` It 's a pleasure to finally play you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to demote the inapt silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New talent

Larry looked over the little half strain coquette who stood on his threshold and evaluated her. She was slender in frame and not as busty as some of the other performing artist he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's lithesome minuscule consistence could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear ; he imagined how an enlarged ass might push the confines of her latex skirt and found himself becoming clay at the sentiment of molding her into a perfective tense reflection of his resource. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could accept been the mien of the twin. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off them, as if athirst to take their lieu and be morphed to be just like them ; a minuscule blonde bimbo slattern who would sway her pixilated picayune ass for the cameras, moving and gyrating her petite coxa for the worship of her lover. Indeed the counterpart would be an important factor in dialogue for certain.

"howdy Miss Kailey, it's such a delight to see you. You are a vision of beauty,"Larry said while brushing my dark hair and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his fingers to my full lips and pried at my sassing."Well, come on in,"he said with a motion of his hand."Oh and let me introduce you !"The twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their stifle, not speaking until spoken too."If only all puss could be trained this well,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa twins. They're old talent of mine but have since decided to hold out a more quiet lifetime. Being a star isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a secret signal.

"It certainly wasn't for me original,"she said with bubbly enthusiasm."It's so much nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some time to have sex that's what I wanted."

*Good minuscule drive pet*, Larry thought as he looked at Lauren meaningfully. If she cooperated tonight he had agreed to let her out into the sun for a pass in the park ; just like she and her baby had once enjoyed during the more innocent twenty-four hours of his tutelage.

"Yes. We're- we're so golden"Croaked Lauren, voice sore from underuse. When she got one-half way through her line of merchandise she began to cry.

"She's overwhelmed,"Larry quickly adapted,"She just can't help but palpate grateful. The Tulsa's had a severe animation before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so favorable to consume met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always in effect at extemporisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping sister's stock."It's really overnice to meet my heir. I hear my skipper has some really big plans for you."

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each other and an open shopping centre. Deborah had prepared a extra tea for all the girls, the same sort that Larry served to all the Lester Willis Young, starry eyed bitch who entered his office or rest home. He directed me to take a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my curtly latex dame on more than one occasion. Normally I would accept become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my legs widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another pussycat"he thought,"but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the world would starve to be wrapped around their shafts. She'd get a line the ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the intemperately oeuvre it took to take a crap it to the top. She'd learn that lesson just like the Tulsa's had."

Larry leaned forward and smiled."Ok Kristin, so you're obviously an dumbfound singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn't just about how trade good you can spill the beans. I wish it was, but it's a highly competitive market. That's why you need producers like me in your corner. I've worked with a lot of famous the great unwashed, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently President Taylor loose woman. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the period they're at. You're leave to bank me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his just look of sincerity."“ Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so courteous. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial jitteriness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in front end of me. Literally six inches from me there she was ! Of path she was naked and being used as a bit of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't help but to gaze at her perfect body. Her large breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a youngster adjustment in her position. The glistening moisture around the folds of her peril bald pussy that seemed to hurt with desire and the way her long blonde fuzz cascaded around her shoulders. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

*Okay, calm down, grin, sit up straight, and thrust your little tits out. You can do this ! *

I brushed my long black-market hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the music line of work. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my stark little T. H. White dentition were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. Tease him a small and he'll make you a famous performer. Everyone will see you and acknowledge who you are if you can show him what a wizard you can be. *

I leaned forward to catch my tea from Lauren's back and as I took handle of the cup my fingertips grazed her tranquil tegument. I could see her trunk react with seeable cuckoo bumps and a thin bm as her queer anus pulsed but she remained as still and unruffled as potential despite the salty mascara ladle bout that continued to drip silently off her face.

*Oh my god ! I just touched Lauren Tulsa ! Best day ever ! *

I took a big sip of the delicious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to palpate prime and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her limber pale peel, her boob jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my cap and I immediately began to feel the garden pink nipples at the ends of my perky trivial breasts stiffening against the satiny fabric of my red underbodice. They were so blind drunk that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming heavy and harder as the satiny cloth rubbed them with each almost indiscernible movement and the champion was starting to arrive at me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the versatile acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music business, but his vocalism was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focus on it for Sir Thomas More than a duad seconds at a clock time and my brilliantly blue eye kept moving back to Lauren's fundament end. I couldn't plosive consonant staring at her vagina and ass, they were spellbinding. The more I gawked, the more cognizant I became of my own hairless short pussy. My button began to swell, peeking out from behind its heavy little hood as the stretchy tissue of my soft pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck hole is aching. I want to palpate my fingerbreadth in my prostitute cakehole. Oh god I just want to tinge it so badly right now. I want to touch my aching dripping slit. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't dent and I was using all my vitality to save my hand from flying up my latex skirt to hand myself instant assuagement. This was like distortion and I didn't know how often longer I would be able-bodied to permit it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn't notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't affect my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the diminutive dark haired young lady in movement of him and a smile crept across his face. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was eubstance speech communication and she was signaling interest. Her smooth shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an substitution to take in her famous that may or may not have been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the slut and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more prompting, who knows how far a beef in heating system like her could go."He could see that the young lady was panting now, her juicy eyes wide. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to result you into the presence of immenseness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's words dripped like soft honey to the small half breed girl whose lenient, slender consistence was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In situations like this the ripe thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What advantageously way could there be to acclimatize than to feature them satisfy those itch my negligence inflicted on you. wind up your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my delicate gentle hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her babe's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small breasts felt against him as they seemed to bulk out of my red top. He grabbed the undersurface of my cami and pulled it over my spiritualist little breasts, forcefully raising my arms with one hand until the garment was free from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It's just shag, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn't aid who was playing with me as long as my torso got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my annulus up over my rosehip, exposing my blotto minuscule barefaced kitty and bent-grass me over Lauren's back. My small bosom and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren 's perfect soft pale white frame. I wasn't sure if the fathead bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the coolheaded air brushing against my uncovered minuscule physical structure or the hullabaloo of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her build and feeling the affectionateness of her body against my own. Her set up shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own desperate state of rousing blocked off any thoughts that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the holdfast of a bright pinko silicone polymer strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breathing time hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a carrying out Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the john, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand dish ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little golf hole and Mr. Perlman gave my uncover ass cheeks a hard smacking, causing my tender flesh to glow a bright red refinement as his wrangle ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked ; I must realize everything about performance and show up myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my hearing. *

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to have sex with the astound Tulsa twins, my functioning was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and spreading my branch even further, pointing my vulnerable petty puckered anus upwards and exposing the fluent hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My flabby fleshy pink folding were glistening with the sly pussy juices that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight piddling sex hole and into a pocket-sized puddle at the small of Lauren's back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my part of it was worthy of such a venerable partner. I was no tribade, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal intimate preferences didn't matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting Forth River the upright presentment possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's lustrous pink strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my indulgent tissue, exerting flimsy pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its lens hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber cock into my twat, backing off and pushing in a minuscule deeper with each throw until she was recondite inside me, the replete length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each shot. Her hip slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a consistent pace that could have easily matched the beat of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little squawk in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her magnanimous breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the filling in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible touch of my life sentence. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet lingua stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my cervix, brushing my long smutty hair to the side and licking the back of my neck with foresightful strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale Amytal eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the way except my own operation as my breathing was becoming fleshy and my tegument tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's fond physical structure until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's strap on hammer into my sozzled little bitch. I grabbed her toilsome udder and held on to them as if they were handles, my finger's breadth finding their way to her misuse pap and grabbing handle of them. As Deborah's cushy saliva coated glossa found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's slurred pinko mammilla, tugging and twisting them as the initiatory of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a asterisk. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the showtime dance step toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the lounge, thoroughly enjoying the show that his young woman were putting on for him."Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,"he thought to himself as his eyes focused on the garden pink encroacher sliding easily in and out of her trunk."She was born for this and is clearly a complete and total slut in every sense of the word."

effort dripped from my os frontale as my soft pinko tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this display and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of fuck chick made their way into my muzzy brain, but left just as quickly as my State Department of stimulation controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and crusade of my little physical structure.

"Deborah, stop. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to terminate fucking me, I couldn't help but to find how she obeyed the parliamentary procedure instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a pair extra thrusting. Her obedience was discharge and immediate. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet kitty-cat it dragged plenteous quantity of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing strait of my slick honey moving about on the sensible garden pink frame that was currently the meat of my universe. Such noises would bear embarrassed me under pattern setting but of course of study the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my deteriorate state I thought such fleshly air must be a serious affair as surely they enhanced the performance that my lissome lilliputian consistency was giving.

*Please don't stop, please keep going, and delight let me cum. I want to cum, please build me cum. *

The quarrel dribbled out of my mouth in moan along with drips of spittle. I didn't want her stiff synthetic rubber cock to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled rose hip and bridge player working my petite organic structure coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost fix to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my learning ability felt misty and the only affair I could center on was the coming that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

pursuit Deborah's example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist mess between my slender branch and walked in his direction. I didn't even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite cognisant of the fact my hairless scratch that glistened with my succus was well on display as were my perky little breast with rigid pinko nipples standing at care. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway framework do at the Fashion Week. Swaying my articulatio coxae, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my petite body and in that here and now I felt an submerge desire to kneel at his feet, bow my point and solve his horseshoe. He looked so incredibly superior and there could be no question that I on the other deal was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn't caution either. Logic and reason which had never been my unassailable cause, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask head or put up a fight. On the perverse, I had an resistless impulse to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pinko tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some urine. I noticed his exposed prick pulsing and vellication, I couldn't acquire my pale blue sky heart off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could imagine with it and a few things I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must consume picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his pecker. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his helping hand twitching and I noticed his shaft Menachem Begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my heart away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size of it conflict between the two of us was so vast that it spoke book. I was small, fallible and fragile ; he was big, strong and mighty. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of great power and submission ; of cock and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong manpower lifting my little body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the soft bend of my cunt and I felt his breathing space on my sensitive pinkish shape. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his forefront and as I felt his tongue touch the self-conceited tissue paper of my clitoris sending moving ridge of pleasure to instantly rip through my diminutive body. I arched my back, pointing my piddling chest skyward and gripped him harder with my branch as my silky lightlessness hair danced behind my head. His words only increased the sensations and delight I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a asterisk. I'm a great performer. I have a beautiful organic structure and delicious pussycat succus. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to finger his cock filling my mean piddling honey hole and my twat was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his intemperately rooster began to stab at my anus. Some component of me knew that I should defy. I didn't want that devil going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to push it. Instead I spread my strengthen legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the loggerheaded intruder painfully stretched my puckered small hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme point sense of soreness and air pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a span of meter, the ever present pain in the rear canal between my firm ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussycat was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the same look but from the champion were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my inflect little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the soused pulp that filled me, finding new Angle and positions to enhance the pleasance I was feeling. My external respiration was fleshy and a shiny sheen of perspiration was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a unspoiled performer and I was determined to prove Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain in the ass and pleasance, submissive feelings and authorisation of Mr. Perlman all amalgamate together. I was having visions of trio and simpleness, submission and a variety of sex human action as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a lock away leash on my neck opening. I was taking my rightful place in the humanity and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my tight little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wonderful performing artist and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his natural language playfully licked at my ear lobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the lot of me bouncing on his manhood."She's absolutely stunning, worthy and fuckable. When she goes on stage, her half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the bunch, she'll be luring the next genesis of slit to join in her depravation. In consultation she'll facing pages her buttock and pussy back talk, showing the universe how a beneficial little bawd should be displayed. She will be a perfective support, breathing piece of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the sexual climax that I had craved for so long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's rooster as it drove deep inside my lithe form, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back neat, dresser popped, and your hips in a fluid arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring crew of lover, cameras and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my petty breast and pinched the gruelling mamilla that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nothing more than a cock hungry adulteress, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the English table next to him as the slap of my skin against his own mixed with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink sassing. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty garden pink collar with the word"Star"emblazed on it with genuine baseball field. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his foot, watching my performance with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the Saame remit drawer. It was the contract that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign on away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the hammer that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged button, trying desperately to turn over sexual climax. The intelligence blurred as I tried to sharpen on the conditions :

1. The client hereby sign of the zodiac away her exemption to Empire record book for the point of the contract.

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3. The node hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, saliva, pee, lady friend cum and should client lactate, milk, are the attribute of Empire phonograph record and can be sold or used at the free will of said license holders.

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5. The client hereby fall all dominance of her body, time, and decision devising to Empire platter and its representatives.

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7. empire criminal record backlog the right to make any changes to the client's body or mind.

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9. And of grade the all-important article :

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11. The producer in charge of the client is seen as a keep embodiment of conglomerate Records and must be obeyed at all times.

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"If you sign this, it will puddle you famous,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straight and my wit was foggy. I didn't know if it was the anovulatory drug, something else or maybe it didn't thing. I never wanted this flavor to barricade and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would front out for my best interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my epithet at the bottom with haste. Deborah wasted no sentence in wrapping the dog collar around my neck opening and securing it in berth with a pocket-size heart shaped whorl.

I didn't see it at the fourth dimension, but this was the consequence in which I was no recollective a person. I wasn't even a cunt at this spot. No, I was just a possession of a pot. My circumstances was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too in use milking Mr. Perlman's putz with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted my coxa and sprayed his gooey white-hot cum inside my puckered trivial anus just before the hold out of orgasmic waves flowed through my limber body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the flat coat where my weak legs failed to support my build, forcing me to slink down to my human knee. My face was across-the-board in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a easygoing mizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun."Well, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewellery too,"she said with a grinning at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and risque prime nipple piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of trend, there was something extra in the gun, a convention that I was injected with that would have my tits grow to enormous size over the following few months. I had signed the contract bridge. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full Circle

The large impenetrable silver Alexander Graham Bell that dangled from the thick rings in my elongate pink nipples rang out in a harmonious symphonic music with each apparent motion my little half breed dead body made as I crawled on hands and knees on the degree. My oversized bag jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the heaviness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a part of my body now and my fan loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even yard, but the frail flatware mountain range leash wasn't attached to the pretty pink neckband that had been locked around my slender neck opening for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the presence of the Tulsa Twin Falls. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a unvarying reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my maestro, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a favorable slight bitch in passion I was and it was true. I was very favourable to cause him as a superior and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the gang cheering and clapping for me and the intimate tingles filled my tummy and I knew my puss was juicing in overuse. Of course one of the changes original made to my consistency to build me a meliorate performer was to increase the amount of money of juice my twat produced. Normally they would just drip down my liquid tanned second joint and puddle wherever I happened to discontinue, but sometimes overlord would use a special pump on my pussy to distil the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juices that my little snatch produced were particularly yummy and quite valuable. Of form sea captain made sure that my heavy milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring populace. Even now as I crawled like the fauna I had become, little Andrew Dickson White droplets formed on the tips of my highly sensitive pap and dripped on to the solid ground leaving a lead of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde girl with firm little tits who controlled my ternion was dressed only in a labored metal celibacy bang that locked up her sensitive flesh and a span of shiny black second joint high platform charge with red laces running up the front. Naturally Master owned her as well."semen on minuscule Krissy Kunt, be a good toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my epithet and it fit my qualify bimbo whore consistence much meliorate than Kristin. What sort of a name is Kristin anyway ? The public knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a Strand of my yearn platinum blonde fuzz from my blench blue-blooded eyes as I crawled. captain had dyed my black fuzz a foresightful time ago to make me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word WHORE across my face with my mouth forming the O, a bar computer code and slave registry number on my unruffled hairless pubic hillock, discussion like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling tits, firm stave ass and plane tum. My anus had even been tattooed to make it attend like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to fawn back across the stage the way we came. She pointed to a lowly puddle of my slimy cunt juices mixed with several drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large tits pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My modified pussy was certainly well on exhibit for the crew in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with various studs running down the incline of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my inside labias were stretched, pierced with three ringing on each incline and tethered to my thigh, permanently holding my pussy open blanket and on display at all times. A performer has no closed book and no modestness, every inch of me should always be on video display at all times. At least that's what Master tells me and sea captain is always right.

I extended my soft pinko tongue which maestro had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able-bodied to tongue fuck the other girlfriend. The magnanimous silver ring that pierced the tip scraped against the storey as I tasted my own pleasant-tasting pussy succus and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening layer of my sticky saliva on the floor before being led to the next puddle of twat juices and milk.

After my public presentation the blonde lady friend led me off degree and handed my leash to my overlord before she knelt obediently at his feet. sea captain was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a prized animal and being looked at in that way made me even aroused than I already was. At the slew of my Master I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his skid before kneeling up and jiggling my boob for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just look at how well trained she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dumb cunt will reach you class of delight my friend, plus you'll be the envy of all your buddies. How many guys can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a salutary compass point, and I'm sure I'll get plenty of soundly use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a introduce for my daughter's 19th birthday. She's just crazy about Krissy Kunt and I did promise I'd get her a pet. But what about you Mr. Perlman, won't I be depriving you of your star performing artist ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her career is over. The petite blond girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her berth and be an even bountiful star."professional had no sooner finished his conviction when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink Star leash that had graced my neck for years, replacing it with a backbreaking chrome taking into custody that was cold against my skin and pressed into my delicate form. He wrapped my old shoe collar around Fiona Fucktoy's neck and locked it in situation. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck opening of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's next big whizz and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new proprietor, a man I had never met before grok my collar and gave it a backbreaking tug, causing my anus to spasm in reaction, I considered my vocation as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the cunt I ate and the cocks I sucked. I reflected on all the matter that had been stuffed inside my puss, ass and sass as the great unwashed watched and applauded and I thought about all the change that had been made to my once everlasting little petite body. Indeed I had become a asterisk performer, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to marvel. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some intellect I couldn't shake the flavor that maybe I never really wanted to be a maven at all, at least not like this.

My new Master tugged a second time, this one even harder than the survive and I dismissed the silly thoughts in my brainless bimbo head, obediently crawling behind him, my large udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each motility forward to the life that awaited me as his girl's new pet.

The End .