Chapter 1 : The Tulsa counterpart

"Which would you like to use today Master ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling tweed smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The vast regalia of toys came in a host of coloration ranging from garden pink and red to black and patrician. There were toys with ridges, protuberance, and even little eggs. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a range of form, size and lineament and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamp, clip, mountain range and other device that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain sensation would accompany any pleasance.

Deborah's sister Lauren was hunched over in a street corner of the elbow room, her house legs spread with a impenetrable sword bar attached to thick leather cuff that were secured to her delicate ankle with pocket-size padlocks. The two bottle blondes were monovular twins and were the biggest pop idol sense datum a few years back. Before that they were performing at a biscuit stonecutter suburban mall, completely ignored by the the great unwashed of shoppers scurrying from store to store like mathematical group of proletarian ants, when they were approached by none early than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from conglomerate book.

Larry was in his ahead of time sixties, overweight and generally untempting, but that didn't matter because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no deficit of little harlot with stars in their eyes and cocks in their cakehole who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With wish to the Tulsa Gemini the Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically aught. He had put them on the fast track. Every billboard, article and sports stadium was ruled by the noted Tulsa counterpart."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy India rubber pink dildo that sprung back and forth in his handwriting. He moved to loom over Lauren's limber torso, watching it shimmer in the lamp ignitor of his modest dwelling. He had money to be trusted, but Larry never understood the need to flaunt it like some men. virtually 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 intimidate body over so that her weightiness rested on her implements of war, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin up 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 fleeceable eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, yearning or desire of any kind. She had lost Leslie Townes Hope for escape or any likeness of a life a long time ago. She was now just an vacate shell. She didn't even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her miserly, dry hole and locked it in place."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all Scripture of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to make you repent what you did every day for the sleep of your ridiculous life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple conviction repeated habitually for the past six long time. On about days this simple ceremony was the most homo contact she received all day ; a small amount of distortion, then back to isolation and madness. After a yr she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing lots of anything at all.

Her book wasn't slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and Thomas More. But she didn't need to be so ugly and populace about it."You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my big businessman and connections to form you sensation,"he said as he ***********ed the arrant anal retentive wad from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching tits. In fact, her nipples spent the absolute majority of time tortured in this style with only a few time of day of exemption each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many yr. Was it possible that the brief full point of liberation each day were somehow more unspeakable ?

"You were very sort for jump starting our vocation. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her calling Deborah had denied the allegation in Lauren's book of account, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more geezerhood as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her hold up pressure release simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a toy for her Master and advised all career cleaning lady to give up their ambitions and retrieve a nice man to admit charge of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many bright eyed girls had decided not to follow a profession that year because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her neck opening, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the flaccidity of her organic structure as her empty eyes stared past him. There was cypher left 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 suffice as a moral. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had thinking of publishing allegement of their own. She was a bread and butter meat doll whose world had been reduced a few unsubdivided discussion ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

"Deborah, be a dependable slight doll and put this affair back in its cage,"he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

"Absolutely captain,"Deborah replied with a smiling and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tits as she grabbed her sis by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren one-half heartedly tried to celebrate up bound as she was but her counterpart was doing nigh of the piece of work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a box of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all Little Joe and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her bender were extenuated with every graceful cat like drift as if she was purposely trying to awaken her Master.

"I'm so sorry Master ; all those mean, untrue affair my sister said about you in that book…"

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

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

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

He smiled at her and moved his lips closer as his rod slid inside the wet, willing golf hole 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 juices and inner congregation."This was all your decision."

As Larry enjoyed the warmth of his slave's flesh wrapped around his fellow member, his view were drawn to a new endowment that would be arriving at his doorsill in a few years. 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 head, heart and dead body of the most desirable woman on the major planet ; his pet who had given up her career to turn his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The Arrival

I had gotten lost three times while trying to find the correct mansion. I never was very skilful with focussing. There were just so many streets and so many names and telephone number for me to keep back track of. When I finally found the right-hand address, I was confused. The residence didn't look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famed music executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the justly house. I approached the humble doorway and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the amble where I played my guitar and Song for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business placard from Larry Perlman, chief executive director and producer with empire Records. He said he fell in love with my petty street tier execution, was convinced that I was going to be the adjacent big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few import and the mute thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an overweight yet docile and vaguely associate looking man. Behind him were the naked, sweat covered figure of two skimpy blonde young lady sprawled out on the level on full display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my sentiment. I knew that the rich people and famous lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman's optic appraising me as they traveled from my small feet which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned pegleg to the lustrous Negro latex miniskirt doll that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my business firm trivial titty that pushed against the sparse stuff of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean jacket crown and finally to the frail features of my face. He had an excellent fire hook grimace. I could n't tell if he was pleased, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my free weight on my high heels nervously as my eye thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my best friend scored tag to one of their show and invited me along. We knew all their signature dancing moves and would surveil along nearly every dark as we watched their television. There was the breast jiggle and snap that Lauren was famous for. I must hold practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and contract my pocket-sized left breast, puzzle out my right on forefinger, jiggle my breasts, slide my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right white meat. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would spread her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front man where her vagina was up the vertebral column past her anus, and then she 'd gyrate around, arch her back while thrusting her sizeable breasts out and grab and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her finger's breadth slid up and down. I had so much hassle getting that one right but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal blue eyes were fixed on the two Sister on the flooring of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all four-spot with a creamy whitened pith 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 to the lowest degree I think I got it right, they were twin after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous talents going at each other in his bread and butter room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be occupy in me ? How could my dark hair compare to their blond tresses ? How could a bantam small half breed oriental like me be in the like league as two gorgeous pure breds with such stupefy torso ? Mr. Perlman's eyes met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my longsighted black hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my fully pouty lips with my gentle saliva covered glossa. I thought I was going to decease out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasance to finally forgather you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to weaken the awkward silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New endowment

Larry looked over the niggling one-half breed prickteaser who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in inning and not as busty as some of the former performers he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's lithe piffling body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder derriere ; he imagined how an hypertrophied ass might crowd the confines of her latex doll and found himself becoming stiff at the thought of molding her into a perfective tense musing of his mental imagery. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could have been the presence of the Gemini the Twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off them, as if hungry to call for their office and be morphed to be just like them ; a trivial blond bimbo hussy who would shake her pixilated little ass for the television camera, moving and gyrating her petite pelvis for the adoration of her devotee. Indeed the Gemini the Twins would be an important factor in negotiation for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a delight to see you. You are a vision of knockout,"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's breadth to my full lips and pried at my mouth."fountainhead, fall on in,"he said with a gesture of his hand."Oh and let me introduce you !"The Twin 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 live a more unruffled animation. Being a whizz isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious signaling.

"It certainly wasn't for me Master,"she said with champagne exuberance."It's so very much nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some prison term 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 paseo in the Park ; just like she and her sis had once enjoyed during the more destitute twenty-four hour period of his tutelage.

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

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

"Oh yes, we're just so lucky to take in met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always respectable at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her second joint as she finished delivering her weeping baby's line."It's really nice to forgather my replacement. I hear my Master has some really big plans for you."

We entered the living elbow room which was arranged with multiple couch facing each other and an open essence. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the girlfriend, the Sami form that Larry served to all the unseasoned, starry eyed cunt who entered his office or home. He directed me to take a posterior directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex doll on More than one function. Normally I would accept become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my peg widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another puss"he thought,"but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the universe would thirst to be wrapped around their gibe. She'd learn the roofy of show biz just like anyone else. And the hard work it took to gain 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 Isaac Merrit Singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however euphony isn't just about how secure you can babble out. I wish it was, but it's a highly militant market. That's why you need producer like me in your recession. I've worked with a lot of famed people, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently Taylor Slut. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the stage they're at. You're uncoerced to commit me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eye with his safe spirit of sincerity."“ Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so nice. 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 quadruplet right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was ! Of class she was defenseless and being used as a piece of music of article of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't avail but to gaze at her unadulterated organic structure. Her large breast dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a nipper accommodation in her position. The glistening moisture around the folding of her break bald slit that seemed to ache with desire and the way her long blond hairsbreadth 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 total darkness fuzz back and made eye striking with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the euphony business organization. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my complete trivial white teeth were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. Tease him a little and he'll make you a illustrious performer. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can usher him what a star you can be. *

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren's back and as I took custody of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth pelt. I could see her body react with visible goose bumps and a slim crusade as her open anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara laden bout that continued to dribble silently off her face.

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

I took a big sip of the luscious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no question the consequence of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to feel flush and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the ashen porcelain balanced on her supple sick skin, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to hold on still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to sense the pinko nipples at the death of my perky little boob stiffening against the silky material of my red camisole. They were so squiffy that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming magnanimous and harder as the satiny material rubbed them with each almost undetectable move and the sensation was starting to throw me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the assorted Acts of the Apostles he represented and what it took to be notable in the music business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn't centering on it for to a greater extent than a span second gear at a time and my bright blue eyes kept moving back to Lauren's ass end. I couldn't plosive consonant staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more aware I became of my own hairless minuscule pussy. My clit began to swell up, peeking out from behind its heavy minuscule hood as the stretchy tissue of my soft rap labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck pickle is aching. I want to feel my fingers in my whore golf hole. Oh god I just want to stir it so badly rightfield now. I want to adjoin my aching dripping slit. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't sugar and I was using all my vigor to keep back my paw from flying up my rubber-base paint skirt to give myself instantaneous relief. This was ilk straining and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to tolerate it. I could only desire that Mr. Perlman didn't bill the battle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't affect my prospect of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite dark haired young lady in forepart of him and a smiling crept across his nerve. She was pushing her stage wider and wider. It was body voice communication and she was signaling interest. Her smooth shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to shit her famous that may or may not get been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the trollop and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more prompting, who knows how far a bitch in estrus like her could go."He could see that the girl was panting now, her racy eyes wide. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of sizeableness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's quarrel dripped like delicate honey to the minor one-half strain girl whose subdued, slender dead body was going mad with lecherousness. He rubbed his tabernacle in a false motion of concentration before snapping his finger's breadth."I know ! In office like this the undecomposed thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around renowned celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to possess them satisfy those urges my carelessness inflicted on you. complete your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my touchy lenient bridge player in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her baby's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my little bosom felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my sore little chest, forcefully raising my arms with one hired hand until the garment was barren from my body. I had no mental reservation about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with untempting men was a parting of the secret plan. It's just screwing, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely call up. I didn't forethought who was playing with me as long as my dead body got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my annulus up over my hips, exposing my blind drunk footling denuded puss and bent me over Lauren's back. My small breasts and rigid pink pap pressed into Lauren 's perfect gentle pale Theodore Harold White figure. I wasn't sure if the jackass bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned tegument were from the cool air brushing against my expose picayune body or the upheaval of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her anatomy and feeling the fondness of her body against my own. Her physique 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 arousal 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 attachment of a bright pink silicone strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his knife flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a carrying into action Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a carrying into action. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand looker ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet short hole and Mr. Perlman gave my exposed ass cheeks a hard slap, causing my attender pulp to glow a brightly red shade as his words 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 do everything about performance and show 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 amazing Tulsa counterpart, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my rear and spread my leg even further, pointing my vulnerable little ruck anus upwards and exposing the smooth hairless slit between my business firm thighs. My soft fleshy pink folds were glistening with the tricksy pussy juice that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight footling sex mess and into a small puddle at the small of Lauren's back. I was a performing artist and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make for sure that my part of it was worthy of such a august partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn't about sex. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal sexual druthers didn't thing. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting forth the best presentment possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's shiny pinko strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet minuscule cunt. She pressed it against my diffused tissue, exerting slight imperativeness on my throbbing puff up clitoris that happily pushed out from its cowling before moving down to the labias that guarded the entering to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber cock into my kitty-cat, backing off and pushing in a little deeper with each accident until she was oceanic abyss inside me, the full length of the neon garden pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal musculus gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her pelvic arch slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in foresighted rhythmic strokes with a ordered tempo that could bear easily matched the round of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little gripe in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my hide just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe eubstance, she bent over me, her large white meat pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the weft in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible feeling of my sprightliness. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet tongue stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my hanker black hair to the side and licking the book binding of my neck opening with yearn cam stroke that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my sick blueing centre, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my ventilation was becoming laborious and my skin tingled. My hired man instinctively wrapped around Lauren's warm eubstance until they found her knocker which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's strap on shaft into my tight little cunt. I grabbed her heavy udders and held on to them as if they were handle, my fingers finding their way to her abused nipples and grabbing grip of them. As Deborah's lenient spittle coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscularity tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thickset pink nipple, tugging and twisting them as the number one of many coming gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a virtuoso. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the offset steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the display that his girls 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 body."She was born for this and is clearly a pure and total slut in every common sense of the word."

swither dripped from my forehead as my soft pink knife lolled out of my sassing like a dog heaving. 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 sort of fuck doll made their way into my puddle brain, but left just as quickly as my state of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his heart as he watched every whimper, sway and social movement of my short body.

"Deborah, check. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to stop fucking me, I couldn't helper but to notice how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No reluctance, not even a duet redundant thrusts. Her obedience was stark and immediate. As her shoulder strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged copious amount of money of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing speech sound of my slick love moving about on the sensitive garden pink flesh that was currently the center of my existence. Such racket would have embarrassed me under formula fortune but of course the status I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my devolve state I thought such carnal melodies must be a full thing as surely they enhanced the performance that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don't check, please keep going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, delight ca-ca me cum. *

The words dribbled out of my oral fissure in groan along with dripping of spit. I didn't want her stiff caoutchouc rooster to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled hips and hired man working my flyspeck consistence 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 brumous and the only thing I could focus on was the orgasm that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

following Deborah's lesson, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot garden pink dildo cleared the moist pickle between my slender peg and walked in his focusing. I didn't even bother to rive my melanize latex paint skirt down, instead I was quite cognisant of the fact my hairless incision that glistened with my succus was well on display as were my perky piffling tits with rigid pink teat standing at attention. I tried to take the air sexy like I had seen the runway model do at the style Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his human body towered over my tiny body and in that moment I felt an drown desire to kneel at his metrical foot, bow my head and lap his shoes. He looked so incredibly superordinate and there could be no query that I on the other hand 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 care either. Logic and cause which had never been my strong lawsuit, had abandoned me and I was in no precondition to ask query or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible itch to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft garden pink clapper slithered out of my moist oral fissure and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water system. I noticed his exposed peter impulse and vellication, I couldn't take my pale blue eye off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could imagine with it and a few thing I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must take picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his stopcock. I saw him staring at my slender pharynx, his script twitching and I noticed his cock Menachem Begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my oculus away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a attractor. The size of it difference of opinion between the two of us was so vast that it spoke book. I was small, weak and fragile ; he was big, unattackable and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of magnate and submission ; of cock and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong men lifting my little eubstance up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the ticklish folds of my twat and I felt his breather on my sensitive knock build. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his heading and as I felt his tongue touch the swollen tissue of my clit sending waves of pleasance to instantly rip through my petite body. I arched my back, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my wooden leg as my silky black hair danced behind my drumhead. His words only increased the champion and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my capitulum long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a star. I'm a expectant performing artist. I have a beautiful physical structure and delicious pussy juices. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to sense his cock filling my sloshed short beloved hole and my pussy was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his laborious cock began to intrude at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should resist. I didn't want that colossus going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to fight it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick trespasser painfully stretched my puckered fiddling hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an uttermost sense of soreness and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of clip, the ever give pain in the buns canal between my business firm ass cheeks began to yield way to something else. I started to sense tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an sexual climax was slowly edifice. This was the like flavor but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my modulate fiddling body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the rigid figure that filled me, finding new slant and positions to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My ventilation was lumbering and a shiny luster of elbow grease was forming on my sun kissed peel. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how ripe I could be. The infliction and pleasure, submissive touch and dominance of Mr. Perlman all mixed together. I was having imagination of leashes and restraints, submission and a variety of sex acts as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to deliver anchor ring piercing my pulp and a locked collar on my cervix. I was taking my true place in the world and at the import, my rightful post was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my tight little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a howling performer and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my earlobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his manhood."She's absolutely stupefy, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on stage, her one-half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the crew, she'll be luring the next generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interviews she'll spread her boldness and pussy lips, showing the world how a adept little tart should be displayed. She will be a consummate bread and butter, breathing spell of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the coming that I had craved for so long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's cock as it drove cryptical inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back straight, breast popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring gang of sports fan, cameras and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little knocker and pinched the hard nipples that jutted out from them. On some story I knew that I had become nothing more than a rooster hungry slut, drifting further and further away from the somebody I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side mesa next to him as the slaps of my skin against his own mixed with the moan that escaped from my pouty pink rim. After rummaging around for a few brief endorsement, he pulled out a pretty pink dog collar with the Christian Bible"ace"emblazed on it with genuine diamonds. 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 bridge he kept in the same table drawer. It was the declaration that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very spirit. I stared at the composition as I bounced up and down on the dick that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to reach climax. The speech blurred as I tried to sharpen on the conditions :

1. The customer hereby signs away her exemption to imperium book for the stop of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her bout, saliva, pee, girl cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of conglomerate disk and can be sold or used at the delicacy of said license holders.

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5. The client hereby surrender all control of her consistence, sentence, and decision making to Empire phonograph record and its representatives.

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7. Empire phonograph recording backlog the right wing to pull in any changes to the client's body or mind.

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9. And of course the all important clause :

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

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"If you sign this, it will ready you celebrated,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straight and my brain was fuzzy. I didn't know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn't matter. I never wanted this feeling to kibosh and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would expect out for my estimable involvement and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the rear with haste. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in place with a diminished centre shaped lock.

I didn't realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a someone. I wasn't even a cunt at this point. No, I was just a willpower of a corporation. My portion was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too interfering milking Mr. Perlman's pecker with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted my hip and sprayed his icky white cum inside my puckered piddling anus just before the finis of orgasmic waves flowed through my lissome body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped lift me off his lap and onto the ground where my watery ramification failed to support my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My human face was spacious in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my mother fucker in a soft drizzle.

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 smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my firmly pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and blue blossom tit piercings that were the signature symbolic representation of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something surplus in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would have my teat grow to enormous size over the next few months. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full dress circle

The large cloggy silver grey bells that dangled from the thick rings in my stretched pink nipple rang out in a proportionate symphony with each movement my little half breed body made as I crawled on hands and knees on the stage. My oversized udder jiggled underneath me, swaying back and Forth River on my tiny frame of reference and although the heaviness of my milk filled udder took some getting used to, they were a percentage of my body now and my fan loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the finespun silver gray mountain range leash wasn't attached to the pretty pink leash that had been locked around my slender neck for so many class since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the presence of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge hack, pulsing and squeezing against it, a unceasing admonisher of how sate I was kept. Everyday my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky piddling squawk in rut I was and it was straight. I was very prosperous to ingest him as a maestro and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar chill filled my pot and I knew my cunt was juicing in overuse. Of course one of the alteration headmaster made to my body to prepare me a full performer was to increase the amount of juices my pussy produced. Normally they would just dribble down my smooth tanned thighs and take a leak wherever I happened to stop over, but sometimes Master would use a special pump on my pussy to pull up the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the succus that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of line sea captain made sure that my impenetrable milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white Au sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the beast I had become, little egg white droplets formed on the gratuity of my highly sensitive tit and dripped on to the ground leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde missy with firm lilliputian tits who controlled my leash was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt that locked up her sensitive flesh and a pair of sheeny contraband thigh luxuriously chopine kick with red lace running up the front. Naturally superior owned her as well."Come on little Krissy Kunt, be a upright toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my public figure and it fit my limited bimbo whore body much better than Kristin. What kind of a name is Kristin anyway ? The world knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a strand of my long platinum blond fuzz from my picket dark eyes as I crawled. Master had dyed my Negroid hair a foresightful time ago to piddle me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once unflawed was now covered in degrading tattoos. The watchword whore across my grimace with my rima oris forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my smooth hairless pubic mound, lyric like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex fauna coated my jiggling tits, firm round ass and flatcar tum. My anus had even been tattooed to pee-pee it bet like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to grovel back across the degree the way we came. She pointed to a belittled pool of my despicable bitch juice interracial with various drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my footling body, my large tits pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My modify pussy was certainly well on display for the crowd in this position. My button had been lengthened and pierced with several studs running down the slope of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy open encompassing and on display at all times. A performer has no secrets and no modesty, every column inch of me should always be on show at all metre. At least that's what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my delicate pink tongue which master key had lengthened back when he had me doing sapphic show and he wanted me to be able-bodied to tongue fuck the other girls. The large silver ring that pierced the tip scraped against the level as I tasted my own scrumptious pussy succus and milk. I lapped it up like a thirsty animate being, leaving behind a glistening layer of my unenviable saliva on the level before being led to the next puddle of pussy juices and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off level and handed my leash to my Master before she knelt obediently at his ft. passkey 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 horny than I already was. At the view of my Master I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his shoe before kneeling up and jiggling my tits 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 bitch will contribute you year of pleasure my friend, plus you'll be the envy of all your buddies. How many bozo can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a practiced distributor point, and I'm sure I'll get plentitude of full use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a present for my girl's nineteenth 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 performer ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her vocation is over. The flyspeck blonde girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will consume her place and be an even braggart star."passkey had no Oklahoman finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink mavin collar that had graced my neck for days, replacing it with a heavy chrome collar that was cold against my hide and pressed into my delicate pulp. He wrapped my old apprehension around Fiona Fucktoy's neck opening 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 future big star topology 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 hold on my trey and gave it a unvoiced 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 rima oris as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the modification that had been made to my once thoroughgoing little petite physical structure. Indeed I had become a sensation performer, but there was a constituent of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a asterisk at all, at least not like this.

My new lord tugged a second sentence, this one even harder than the last and I dismissed the light-headed thoughts in my brainless bimbo caput, obediently crawling behind him, my turgid udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each drift forward to the life that awaited me as his daughter's new pet.

The End .