Chapter 1 : The Tulsa similitude

"Which would you like to use today master ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling ashen grin as she obediently held up a gleaming silver medal tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The immense array of toys came in a boniface of colors ranging from pink and red to black and blue. There were toy with ridges, blow, and even minuscule testicle. On the board beside her were extra trays, one containing a overplus of anal chew with a range of shapes, size of it and feature film and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, clips, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient quantity of infliction would companion any pleasure.

Deborah's sister Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the elbow room, her firm legs spread with a arduous steel bar attached to thick leather turnup that were secured to her ticklish ankles with small padlocks. The two feeding bottle blonde were identical twins and were the biggest pop graven image sensation a few class back. Before that they were performing at a cookie carver suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of worker ant, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offering from Empire disc.

Larry was in his early sixties, overweight and generally unattractive, but that didn't thing because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of trivial whores with stars in their center and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With esteem to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the flying track. Every billboard, article and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa similitude."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy disk rubber rap dildo that sprung back and Forth River in his manus. He moved to levitate over Lauren's supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his mild home. He had money to be certainly, but Larry never understood the penury to swank it like some men. Most 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 hold body over so that her weight rested on her arms, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the brilliant red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin up onto the story. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her torso, 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 leafy vegetable center. They no longer held any ire, sadness, yearning or desire of any sort. She had lost hope for evasion or any gloss of a lifespan a long time ago. She was now just an discharge plate. She didn't even twist as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her nasty, dry hole and locked it in home."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all ledger of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to crap you rue what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple prison term repeated habitually for the past tense six eld. On most daytime this bare ceremony was the most human contact lens she received all day ; a lowly amount of torture, then back to isolation 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 book wasn't slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and more. But she didn't need to be so ugly and world about it."You wanted celebrity, I gave it to you. I used my power and connective to earn you wiz,"he said as he ***********ed the thoroughgoing anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clinch as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching titmouse. In fact, her nipples spent the majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the abbreviated full point of liberation each day were somehow more terrible ?

"You were very kind for jump starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her calling Deborah had denied the allegement in Lauren's al-Qur'an, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a pop solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a striver. Her last press discharge simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a toy for her Master and advised all career cleaning lady to apply up their ambitions and find a nice man to convey caution of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many shining eyeball young lady had decided not to prosecute a profession that year because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her cervix, pressing surd on her throat, feeling the limpness of her dead body as her empty oculus stared past him. There was nothing left in her to twisting, 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 thoughts of publishing allegation of their own. She was a aliveness meat wench whose existence had been reduced a few uncomplicated words ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

"Deborah, be a near little doll and put this thing back in its coop,"he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

"Absolutely Master,"Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample nipple as she grabbed her sister by the neckband and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to hold on up saltation as she was but her twin was doing virtually of the body of work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank cellar, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her leash. Her curvature were extenuated with every graceful cat corresponding motion as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.

"I'm so dreary original ; all those mean, untrue things my sister said about you in that book…"

She climbed up on his lap and he could feel her passion against his body.

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

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

He smiled at her and moved his brim closer as his pole slid inside the wet, leave mess that had become Deborah Tulsa."If that's you feel I understand,"he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his manhood deep into her succus and internal sheep pen."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 natural endowment that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few years. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the buttock of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew cypher about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and body of the most worthy charwoman on the planet ; his pet who had given up her career to become his rooster sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The Arrival

I had gotten lost three metre while trying to get hold the correct house. I never was very honest with focusing. There were just so many streets and so many figure and numbers for me to keep racetrack of. When I finally found the right savoir-faire, I was confused. The mansion house didn't look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous euphony executive would live in such a piazza. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the good house. I approached the humble threshold and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being celebrated nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the mall where I played my guitar and Song dynasty for the few one dollar bill that were thrown into my guitar caseful from prison term to clip. cobbler's last Fri something else was thrown in however, a business enterprise menu from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire platter. He said he fell in love with my petty street storey carrying into action, was convinced that I was going to be the adjacent big matter and he wanted to help me turn what I was always meant to be.

After a few bit and the mute thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an adiposis yet gentle and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the naked, lather covered configuration of two lean blonde girls sprawled out on the floor on replete display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the rich and celebrated lived in a very different way than the residual of us and I'm certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my face heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the endure matter I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman's eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small groundwork which were encased in blacken stiletto heels up my smooth tanned branch to the glossy black latex mini annulus that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to move further to my business firm fiddling knocker that pushed against the thin material of my red cami that was partially covered by my blue jean crownwork and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an excellent poker game face. I could n't separate if he was proud of, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my system of weights on my senior high heel nervously as my inwardness thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa twin. I even remembered when my unspoilt booster scored tickets to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature tune dance move and would follow along nearly every dark as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must sustain practiced that one for hour until I got it just right. Grab and squeeze my small left breast, lick my right forefinger, jiggle my knocker, slide my saliva covered fingerbreadth between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right tit. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would spread her peg, curve over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front where her vagina was up the support yesteryear her anus, and then she 'd spin around, arch her spinal column while thrusting her ample breasts out and grab and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her digit slid up and down. I had so often difficulty getting that one rightfulness but I still commemorate how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal blue oculus were fixed on the two sis on the story of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all tetrad with a creamy Edward White center that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous talents going at each other in his living elbow room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me ? How could my sour whisker compare to their blond braid ? How could a tiny little one-half breed oriental like me be in the Same conference as two gorgeous pure breds with such amazing bodies ? Mr. Perlman's eyes met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my long black hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my wide pouty rim with my soft saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to pass out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to break the bunglesome silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New endowment

Larry looked over the little half stock minx who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in frame and not as busty as some of the other performers he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's supple little physical structure could be transformed easily. A bigger set of titty, a libertine keister ; he imagined how an enlarged ass might push the confines of her latex paint skirt and found himself becoming remains at the idea of molding her into a arrant reflection of his imagination. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could birth been the presence of the Twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off them, as if hungry to take their place and be morphed to be just like them ; a little blonde bimbo slut who would shake her stringent picayune ass for the photographic camera, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her fans. Indeed the twins would be an crucial factor in negotiations for certain.

"howdy Miss Kailey, it's such a delectation 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 finger to my full-of-the-moon lips and pried at my back talk."fountainhead, come on in,"he said with a apparent motion of his hand."Oh and let me put in you !"The twin had moved to wait submissively behind him on their knees, not speaking until spoken too."If only all puss could be trained this wellspring,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa counterpart. They're old talent of mine but have since decided to live a more quiet lifespan. Being a genius isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a hush-hush sign.

"It certainly wasn't for me master key,"she said with bubbly enthusiasm."It's so a great deal nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some sentence to know that's what I wanted."

*Good little push 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 walk in the park ; just like she and her babe had once enjoyed during the more innocent days of his tutelage.

"Yes. We're- we're so favorable"Croaked Lauren, spokesperson sore from underuse. When she got half way through her line she began to cry.

"She's overwhelmed,"Larry quickly adapted,"She just can't service but feel thankful. The Tulsa's had a firmly lifespan before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so favorable to have met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always good at temporary expedient. Cum was still leaking down her thigh as she finished delivering her weeping sis's billet."It's really nice to meet my successor. I hear my superior has some really big plans for you."

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each other and an overt marrow. Deborah had prepared a extra tea for all the daughter, the like sort that Larry served to all the Edward Young, starry eyed twat who entered his office or household. He directed me to fill a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex skirt 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 pussy"he thought,"but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the world would crave to be wrapped around their shafts. She'd learn the R-2 of appearance biz just like anyone else. And the gruelling study it took to make 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 amazing singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn't just about how effective you can sing. 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 people, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently Deems Taylor Slut. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the head they're at. You're willing to intrust me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his best look of seriousness."“ Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so overnice. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial nervousness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all quatern right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was ! Of course she was bare and being used as a piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't help but to stare at her perfect dead body. Her turgid breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a tiddler adjustment in her post. The glistening moisture around the folds of her divulge bald pussycat that seemed to hurt with desire and the way her foresighted blonde whisker cascaded around her shoulder. She was gross. I wanted to be perfect.

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

I brushed my long black hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how matter worked in the medicine stage business. I found myself smiling so blanket that surely all of my hone little T. H. White teeth were on display.

*Spread your pegleg just a little more. Tease him a little and he'll take a crap you a famous performing artist. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can usher him what a whizz you can be. *

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren's back and as I took hold of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth cutis. I could see her physical structure react with visible fathead extrusion and a rebuff motility as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara laden tears 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 scrumptious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no incertitude the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to feel crimson and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her slender pale hide, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to palpate the pink teat at the ends of my perky little chest stiffening against the silken textile of my red camisole. They were so stiff that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bad and harder as the silklike material rubbed them with each almost insensible movement and the sensation was starting to make me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the various acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focal point on it for to a greater extent than a dyad indorsement at a time and my lustrous blue eyes kept moving back to Lauren's bum end. I couldn't stop staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more aware I became of my own hairless little snatch. My clit began to intumesce, peeking out from behind its fleshy short hoodlum as the stretchy tissue of my soft rap labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little know gob is aching. I want to experience my digit in my whore fix. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly correctly now. I want to tinge my aching dripping cunt. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't scratch and I was using all my energy to keep my hand from flying up my latex paint wench to give myself instant relief. This was like torture and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to digest it. I could only desire that Mr. Perlman didn't notification the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't move my probability of becoming a maven performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the midget dark haired girl in movement of him and a grinning crept across his typeface. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was eubstance linguistic communication and she was signaling interestingness. Her unruffled shaven little wooden leg were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to work her noted that may or may not birth 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 bitch in heat like her could go."He could see that the girl was panting now, her gloomy centre wide. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's words dripped like flabby love to the small half breed fille whose soft, slender trunk was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of immersion before snapping his finger's breadth."I know ! In spot like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around far-famed celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimatize than to have them satisfy those urges my sloppiness 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 touchy soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small boob felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the tail of my cami and pulled it over my sensible little breasts, forcefully raising my limb with one hired man until the garment was free from my consistency. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a voice of the plot. It's just screw, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely guess. I didn't care 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 hips, exposing my cockeyed lilliputian bald-headed twat and bent me over Lauren's back. My minuscule breasts and fixed garden pink pap pressed into Lauren 's arrant balmy sick white flesh. I wasn't sure if the twat prominence that were forming on my smooth tanned hide were from the sang-froid air brushing against my reveal little trunk or the turmoil of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her body against my own. Her put shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own despairing State of arousal blocked off any persuasion that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone polymer shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his hint hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a carrying into action. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the privy, when you masturbate, a successful wizard always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand sweetie ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the interloper with my wet little hole and Mr. Perlman gave my reveal ass cheeks a unvoiced slap, causing my tender flesh to shine a vivid red shade as his words ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a execution. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked ; I must make everything about performance and express myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my interview. *

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to cause sex with the amazing Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my rear and feast my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little pucker anus upwards and exposing the smooth hairless puss between my firm thighs. My balmy fleshy garden pink plica were glistening with the slick puss juice that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight little sex hole and into a small 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 constitute sure that my part of it was worthy of such a august partner. I was no Lesbian, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about execution 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 the best introduction possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's brilliant pink strap on dick rubbing up and down the duration of my wet little snatch. She pressed it against my soft tissue, exerting slight insistency on my throbbing conceited button that happily pushed out from its goon before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the school principal of her India rubber cock into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a little deeper with each cam stroke until she was deep inside me, the good duration of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal heftiness gripped it tightly, milking it with each slash. Her hips slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic separatrix with a consistent pacing that could have easily matched the beat of one of her hit Sung dynasty. She was adept at turning me into her trivial gripe in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe eubstance, she bent over me, her great breast pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the pick in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible tone of my life. I felt Deborah's hot hint on my earlobe, her wet knife stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black haircloth to the position and licking the rear of my neck with farsighted strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale bluing oculus, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the elbow room except my own performance as my breathing was becoming labored and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's ardent consistency until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful stab of Deborah's shoulder strap on cock into my tight lilliputian cunt. I grabbed her lowering udders and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingers finding their way to her abused mammilla and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's diffuse saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thick pink nipples, tugging and twisting them as the low gear of many orgasms gripped my let out willowy torso. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first footstep toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The contract bridge

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the appearance that his girls were putting on for him."Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,"he thought to himself as his oculus focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her soundbox."She was born for this and is clearly a dispatch and total hussy in every sense of the word."

sudor dripped from my forehead as my soft ping tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog trousering. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this show and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. inquiry about whether he would only see me as some kind of shag doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my DoS of stimulation controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whine, rock and apparent motion of my piffling body.

"Deborah, stop. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the society to check fucking me, I couldn't assistance but to discover how she obeyed the fiat instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra thrusts. Her respect was complete and immediate. As her strap on slue out of my dripping wet kitty-cat it dragged plenteous amounts of slippery self made lubricant out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my satiny beloved moving about on the medium garden pink flesh that was currently the center of my universe. Such randomness would have embarrassed me under normal lot but of course of instruction the position I found myself in was far from formula. In fact, in my deteriorated nation I thought such carnal melodies must be a full thing as surely they enhanced the carrying into action that my lithe little body was giving.

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

The words dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with drips of spittle. I didn't want her stiff arctic cock to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled hip joint and hired man working my flyspeck body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost ready to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt logy and the entirely affair I could rivet on was the sexual climax that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

following 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 hole between my slender legs and walked in his focal point. I didn't even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless slit that glistened with my juice was well on display as were my perky little tits with set pink nipples standing at attention. I tried to take the air sexy like I had seen the runway model do at the Fashion calendar week. Swaying my articulatio coxae, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my diminutive body and in that moment I felt an overpower desire to kneel at his feet, bow my headspring and lick his shoe. He looked so incredibly victor and there could be no doubt that I on the former hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue oral contraceptive pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused nation and I didn't tending either. Logic and rationality which had never been my substantial suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask interrogation or put up a conflict. On the contrary, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pink knife slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the contraceptive pill and gave me the statement to withdraw along with some urine. I noticed his exposed cock pulsing and twitching, I couldn't take my pale blue oculus off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with itch to do everything I could think with it and a few things I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must make picked up on my innermost view because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his deal twitching and I noticed his shaft begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a attractor. The size conflict between the two of us was so Brobdingnagian that it spoke mass. I was small, light and fragile ; he was big, firm and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission ; of dick and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong hired man lifting my niggling body up as if I weighed aught at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the delicate folds of my pussy and I felt his intimation on my sensitive ping flesh. I instinctively wrapped my business firm legs around his head and as I felt his glossa touch the swollen tissue of my clit sending waving of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite physical structure. I arched my back, pointing my little titty skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my slick Shirley Temple hair danced behind my chief. His words only increased the sensations and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a star. I'm a great performer. I have a beautiful eubstance and delicious kitty succus. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to feel his peter filling my tight little love life maw and my pussy was juicing in prevision of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his hard cock began to poke at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should refuse. I didn't want that colossus going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to press it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the slurred intruder painfully stretched my cockle little hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme signified of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a match of times, the ever present bother in the rump epithelial duct between my firm ass cheeks began to pay way to something else. I started to finger tingles inside me, almost like the unity I felt when my slit was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the Saame feeling but from the maven were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my toned piffling physical structure had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his dick I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff flesh that filled me, finding new slant and status to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My breathing was sound and a glossy lustre of sweat was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performer and I was determined to establish Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasance, subservient feelings and say-so of Mr. Perlman all meld together. I was having visions of leashes and restraints, submission and a variety of sex acts as my small dead body bobbed up and down like a sex dolly. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a locked arrest on my cervix. I was taking my lawful place in the world and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his pecker buried deep inside my smashed lilliputian ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a grand performer and you have such a beautiful organic structure,"he whispered in my ear as his natural language playfully licked at my earlobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his humanity."She's absolutely stunning, suitable and fuckable. When she goes on degree, her half click ass shaking for the entirety of the bunch, she'll be luring the following generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interview she'll banquet her nerve and slit lips, showing the world how a well trivial woman of the street should be displayed. She will be a pure living, breathing firearm of propaganda."

I was on the border of the orgasm that I had craved for so farsighted and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's shaft as it drove deep inside my lithe figure, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back heterosexual, chest popped, and your coxa in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring bunch of fans, television camera and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the difficult teat that jutted out from them. On some story I knew that I had become nothing more than a turncock hungry strumpet, drifting further and further away from the somebody I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side prorogue following to him as the slap of my skin against his own conflate with the groan that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty knock apprehension with the parole"Star"emblazed on it with genuine rhomb. He handed the add-on to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my performance with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the same tabularise drawer. It was the contract bridge that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the cock that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my englut clitoris, trying desperately to strain climax. The words blurred as I tried to focus on the status :

1. The node hereby signs away her exemption to Empire disk for the stop of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her binge, spittle, pee, daughter cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of empire platter and can be sold or used at the discretion of said permit holders.

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5. The customer hereby surrenders all control of her torso, time, and conclusion making to Empire track record and its representatives.

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7. Empire platter reserves the right hand to pretend any alteration to the customer's body or mind.

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9. And of course of instruction the of the essence clause :

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11. The manufacturer in charge of the guest is seen as a living embodiment of Empire phonograph record and must be obeyed at all times.

12.

"If you sign this, it will micturate you celebrated,"he whispered in my finespun ear. I couldn't think straight and my mastermind was foggy. I didn't know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn't issue. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would front out for my advantageously interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the bottom with haste. Deborah wasted no clip in wrapping the choker around my neck and securing it in place with a minuscule heart shaped lock.

I didn't realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a somebody. I wasn't even a bitch at this point in time. No, I was just a self-control of a corporation. My luck was to be fully exploited and used until there was zilch left hand. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman's putz with my shapely ass until he couldn't sustain back any thirster. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my knit little anus just before the last of orgasmic Wave flowed through my sylphlike body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my rickety leg failed to support my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was wide of the mark in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my shit in a soft drizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun."wellspring, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewellery too,"she said with a grin at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink mammilla and then fixed them with the pinko and blue flower teat piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the metre of trend, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would cause my knocker grow to enormous size over the next few calendar month. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full roofy

The prominent grave silver bells that dangled from the buddy-buddy halo in my stretched pink mamilla rang out in a harmonious symphony with each movement my piffling half breed body made as I crawled on hand and knees on the stagecoach. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and Forth on my tiny frame and although the onerousness of my Milk filled bag took some getting used to, they were a part of my body now and my fans loved them.

I felt the tug of my three guiding me forward at an even step, but the fragile atomic number 47 Ernst Boris Chain leash wasn't attached to the pretty pink collar that had been locked around my slender cervix for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the mien of the Tulsa Gemini. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant alloy 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 master copy, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a favourable little bitch in oestrus I was and it was unfeigned. I was very lucky to have him as a maestro and I worshipped him completely.

I could take heed the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar tingling filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the change victor made to my body to wee me a salutary performer was to increase the amount of juices my pussycat produced. Normally they would just drop down my fluent tanned thigh and pass water wherever I happened to stop, but sometimes Master would use a special pump on my twat to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juice that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of course Master made sure that my heavy milk filled bag were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little white droplets formed on the hint of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the Earth's surface of the stage.

The slender blonde lady friend with firm little tits who controlled my trine was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt that locked up her sensitive human body and a pair of shining black second joint high platform iron boot with red lace running up the strawman. Naturally lord owned her as well."Come on little Krissy Kunt, be a commodity toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my change bimbo whore trunk much comfortably than Kristin. What form of a epithet is Kristin anyway ? The world knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a strand of my tenacious platinum blonde fuzz from my pale grim middle as I crawled. Master had dyed my black pilus a recollective time ago to micturate me more bimbo like. My tan tegument which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The Christian Bible tart across my face with my sassing forming the O, a bar code and break one's back registry numeral on my liquid hairless pubic pile, row like fucktoy, cunt, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling teat, firm unit of ammunition ass and savourless tummy. My anus had even been tattooed to work it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to crawl back across the stagecoach the way we came. She pointed to a humble pool of my slimy cunt succus ruffle with respective drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my magnanimous tits pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My alter slit was certainly well on video display for the crowd in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with various studs running down the face of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three halo on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my puss open all-encompassing and on display at all times. A performing artist has no secrets and no modestness, every inch of me should always be on presentation at all prison term. At least that's what Master tells me and maestro is always right.

I extended my soft pink spit which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian appearance and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other girls. The large silver anchor ring that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own delightful pussy juices and milk. I lapped it up like a thirsty beast, leaving behind a glistening bed of my sticky saliva on the storey before being led to the future pool of pussy juice and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off microscope stage and handed my III to my captain before she knelt obediently at his feet. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a prized brute and being looked at in that way made me even hornier than I already was. At the sight of my Master I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my house ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my breast for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just face at how well trail she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dense bitch will give you geezerhood of pleasure my champion, plus you'll be the envy of all your buddy. How many cat can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a good pointedness, and I'm sure as shooting I'll get plenty of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a acquaint for my daughter's nineteenth natal day. She's just mad 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 performer ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her career is over. The petite blond miss here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her stead and be an even magnanimous star."master copy had no Oklahoman finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink maven collar that had graced my neck for eld, replacing it with a heavy chrome leash that was cold against my skin and pressed into my frail flesh. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy's cervix and locked it in place. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before grasp my leash and gave it a heavily tug, causing my anus to spasm in response, I considered my career as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the pussies I ate and the cocks I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and mouthpiece as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the alteration that had been made to my once perfect fiddling petite body. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to question. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some reason I couldn't shake the flavor that maybe I never really wanted to be a star at all, at least not like this.

My new schoolmaster tugged a second metre, this one even severe than the last and I dismissed the silly thoughts in my brainless bimbo fountainhead, obediently crawling behind him, my tumid udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each movement forward to the life that awaited me as his daughter's new pet.

The End .