Chapter 1 : The Tulsa Twins

"Which would you like to use today maestro ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white grin as she obediently held up a glimmer silver tray that contained kind of different sized dildos. The vast array of toys came in a host of coloring material ranging from garden pink and red to pitch-black and grim. There were toys with ridges, extrusion, and even little egg. On the board beside her were additional trays, one containing a overplus of anal fireplug with a range of conformation, sizes and feature of speech and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clinch, clips, mountain chain and other twist that ensured that a sufficient total of pain would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah's babe Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the room, her house legs spread with a dense steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankle joint with small padlocks. The two feeding bottle blonde were indistinguishable twins and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few yr back. Before that they were performing at a cookie carver suburban shopping centre, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from depot to store like groups of doer ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from Empire disc.

Larry was in his ahead of time 60, overweight and generally untempting, but that didn't topic because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no famine of little whores with stars in their eyes and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a hazard at fame.

With regard to the Tulsa twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the degenerate track. Every hoarding, clause and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa twins."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy rubber eraser pink dildo that sprung back and Forth River in his mitt. He moved to hover over Lauren's lissom body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his modest home. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the pauperization to show off it like some men. near of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weight rested on her arm, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her lip and leaked down her chin onto the story. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her body, hadn't been washed in at least a week."You really do smell disgusting Lauren,"he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green middle. They no longer held any wrath, gloominess, longing or desire of any variety. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a foresighted time ago. She was now just an abandon case. She didn't even wrestle as he roughly shoved the pink encroacher up her squiffy, dry jam and locked it in spot."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to make you repent what you did every day for the residuum of your pathetic life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple-minded sentences repeated habitually for the past six years. On virtually days this elementary ceremony was the most human link she received all day ; a little amount of torture, then back to isolation and fury. 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 Scripture wasn't slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, compulsion and Sir Thomas More. But she didn't need to be so ugly and public about it."You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my world power and connections to make you star,"he said as he ***********ed the utter anal chaw from the tray on the mesa. 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 majority of fourth dimension tortured in this personal manner with only a few hours of exemption each day. Larry wondered what that must experience like after so many long time. Was it possible that the brief full point of dismissal each day were somehow more painful ?

"You were very kind for jump starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her life history Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren's book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three Thomas More years as a pop solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her net military press passing simply stated that she had realized the note value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to throw up their ambitions and find a squeamish man to take guardianship of them. Deborah was a ethnic perfection and Larry had to wonder how many lustrous eyed girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the words of their wedge.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the flaccidity of her trunk as her empty eyes stared past him. There was nothing left in her to torture, but that didn't mean value he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to dish up as a deterrent example. Not to herself, but rather to others who may get had thoughts of publishing allegation of their own. She was a sustenance nub skirt whose existence had been reduced a few simple words ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

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

"Absolutely schoolmaster,"Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her copious titmouse as she grabbed her Sister by the apprehension and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up leap as she was but her twin was doing almost of the work. After Deborah finished locking her babe away in the cage that sat in a recess of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her choker. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat like crusade as if she was purposely trying to wake up her Master.

"I'm so distressing Master ; all those mean, untrue things my sis said about you in that book…"

She climbed up on his lap and he could sense her hotness against his soundbox.

"Don't worry about it Deborah, that was a long clock time 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 back talk closer as his pole slid inside the wet, willing hole that had become Deborah Tulsa."If that's you feel I understand,"he reassured her while petting her fountainhead softly and sliding his manhood deep into her juices and inner folds."This was all your decision."

As Larry enjoyed the heat of his hard worker's build wrapped around his member, his mentation were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew aught about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the thinker, heart and body of the most desirable woman on the major planet ; his pet who had given up her vocation to become his pecker sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The comer

I had gotten lost three time while trying to encounter the correct sign of the zodiac. I never was very thoroughly with directions. There were just so many streets and so many name and numbers for me to keep track of. When I finally found the proper name and address, I was confused. The residence didn't feel lavish at all and I was surprised that such a noted music executive would last in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no question that I was at the right mansion. I approached the pocket-sized doorway and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a yearn way from the promenade where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollar bill that were thrown into my guitar fount from prison term to fourth dimension. death Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, chief administrator and producer with conglomerate Records. He said he fell in honey with my little street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the succeeding big thing and he wanted to help me suit what I was always meant to be.

After a few bit and the muted thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an overweight yet docile and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the au naturel, travail covered forms of two incline blonde girls sprawled out on the floor on full display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my vista. I knew that the rich and far-famed lived in a very dissimilar way than the eternal rest of us and I'm certainly no puritan, but I blushed anyway, my cheek heating up with a shiny 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 eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small feet which were encased in mordant stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the glazed opprobrious latex miniskirt skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my firm minuscule breast that pushed against the slender material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean cap and finally to the delicate feature of my brass. He had an excellent fire hook side. I could n't tell if he was delight, thwarted, bored or disgusted. I shifted my system of weights on my high up heels nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde girl sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Gemini. I even remembered when my best friend scored just the ticket to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature dancing relocation and would espouse along nearly every night as we watched their picture. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must experience practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and squeeze my small left breast, cream my right index, jiggle my breasts, slither my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right bosom. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would spread her ramification, bending over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the nominal head where her vagina was up the plunk for past her anus, and then she 'd spin around, arch her rachis while thrusting her ample breasts out and snatch and cup her pubic cumulus and start up thrust as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one rightfield but I still call up how incredibly gallant I was when I finally did it.

My crystal down middle were fixed on the two sisters on the level of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all quadruplet with a creamy white message that looked like it may experience been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her spit. At least I think I got it right, they were Gemini after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous gift going at each other in his support room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be worry in me ? How could my darkness hair compare to their blond tresses ? How could a petite small half breed oriental person like me be in the like league 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 tenacious black hair's-breadth from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty lips with my soft saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to top out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to interrupt the clumsy silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New Talent

Larry looked over the little half breed flirt who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in skeleton and not as busty as some of the early performers he had worked with, but that could easily alter. Kristin's lithe minuscule soundbox could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a libertine rear ; he imagined how an magnified ass might promote the confines of her latex annulus and found himself becoming stiff at the thought of molding her into a gross reflection of his resourcefulness. He could severalise that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could give been the bearing of the Gemini the Twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her middle off them, as if hungry to lead their place and be morphed to be just like them ; a little blonde bimbo slut who would escape from her pixilated fiddling ass for the cameras, moving and gyrating her flyspeck hip joint for the latria of her lover. Indeed the Gemini would be an important factor in negotiations for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a delight to see you. You are a imagination of dish,"Larry said while brushing my dark hair and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his fingers to my full sassing and pried at my mouth."fountainhead, come on in,"he said with a motion of his hand."Oh and let me usher in you !"The twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their knees, not speaking until spoken too."If only all cunt could be trained this well,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa Gemini. They're old talent of mine but have since decided to subsist a more unruffled life. Being a star isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious signal.

"It certainly wasn't for me Master,"she said with bubbly exuberance."It's so much nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some fourth dimension to know that's what I wanted."

*Good piddling get-up-and-go 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 sister had once enjoyed during the more unacquainted solar day of his tutelage.

"Yes. We're- we're so lucky"Croaked Lauren, vox 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 avail but experience grateful. The Tulsa's had a hard liveliness before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so golden to have met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always good at extemporisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping babe's line."It's really Nice to meet my successor. I hear my Master has some really big plans for you."

We entered the livelihood room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each other and an open center. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the young woman, the same sort that Larry served to all the unseasoned, starry eyed cunts who entered his office or home plate. He directed me to take a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex dame on Thomas More than one function. Normally I would have become ego witting or offended and closed my ramification, 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 ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the backbreaking work 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 vocaliser and you can wreak the guitar fairly well, however music isn't just about how good you can babble. I wish it was, but it's a highly private-enterprise grocery. That's why you need producer 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 Taylor Slut. All of these young lady have done a lot to reach the point they're at. You're will to commit me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his honest feeling of sincerity."“ Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so squeamish. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial jitteriness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all four right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was ! Of course of instruction she was au naturel and being used as a opus of piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't assist but to gaze at her perfect torso. Her big breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a small fry adjustment in her position. The shine moisture around the folds of her debunk bald pussy that seemed to ache with desire and the way her prospicient blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

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

I brushed my long black-market hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how thing worked in the music byplay. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my sodding lilliputian white teeth were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. Tease him a short and he'll take in you a famous performer. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can show him what a champion you can be. *

I leaned forward to snap up my tea from Lauren's back and as I took hold of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth skin. I could see her soundbox react with visible goose blow and a slight movement as her bring out anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiesce as potential despite the salty mascara laden tears that continued to dribble silently off her face.

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

I took a big sip of the luscious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My peel was starting to finger blossom and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her lissom pale skin, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my jacket crown and I immediately began to find the garden pink nipples at the destruction of my chirpy little titty stiffening against the silken material of my red camisole. They were so besotted that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bountiful and harder as the sleek material rubbed them with each almost insensible trend 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 far-famed in the medicine business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focus on it for more than a couple minute at a time and my bright blue optic kept moving back to Lauren's rise end. I couldn't stop staring at her vagina and ass, they were mesmerizing. The more I gawked, the Sir Thomas More mindful I became of my own hairless piddling pussy. My clit began to swell, peeking out from behind its fleshy picayune hood as the stretchable tissue of my balmy pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight lilliputian fuck hole is aching. I want to feel my fingers in my whore jam. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly properly now. I want to touch my aching dripping cunt. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't scratch and I was using all my Energy to keep my bridge player from flying up my rubber-base paint skirt to ease up myself instant relief. This was same torture and I didn't have a go at it how often longer I would be able-bodied to endure it. I could only trust that Mr. Perlman didn't notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't touch my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite dark haired daughter in nominal head of him and a grinning crept across his side. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was torso language and she was signaling interest. Her smooth shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to make her famous that may or may not have been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the slut and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more prompting, who knows how far a bitch in heat like her could go."He could see that the miss was panting now, her puritanical optic blanket. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to extend you into the front of illustriousness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's words dripped like soft love to the small half breed girl whose soft, slender trunk was going mad with luxuria. He rubbed his temple in a pretended gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In position like this the respectable thing to do is anneal you. After all Kristin, you'll be around illustrious 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 ingest them satisfy those urges my nonperformance inflicted on you. Finish your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my frail soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small breasts felt against him as they seemed to protrude out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my spiritualist little boob, forcefully raising my arms with one paw until the garment was complimentary from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the secret plan. It's just fucking, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely recollect. I didn't care who was playing with me as long as my body got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my tight little bald pussy and bent me over Lauren's back. My pocket-size bosom and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren 's perfect diffuse sick white flesh. I wasn't sure if the goose extrusion that were forming on my smooth tanned hide were from the cool air brushing against my reveal picayune dead body or the agitation 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 frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own despairing DoS of arousal blocked off any thoughts that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the recess of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the attachment of a bright pinko silicone polymer shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breather 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 out. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her spirit as a operation. Understand sweetheart ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little mess and Mr. Perlman gave my endanger ass cheeks a arduous smack, causing my tender human body to glow a lustrous red refinement as his Book ran through my headspring 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 make everything about functioning and usher myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience. *

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to have sex with the puzzle Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my binding and facing pages my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little pucker anus upwards and exposing the tranquil hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My soft fleshy garden pink folds were glistening with the slick cunt succus that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight little sex pickle and into a little puddle at the small of Lauren's back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my piece of it was suitable of such a august partner. I was no gay woman, but this wasn't about sex. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal sexual predilection didn't matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting Forth the best presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's shining ping strap on cock rubbing up and down the distance of my wet minuscule cunt. She pressed it against my soft tissue paper, exerting slight imperativeness on my throbbing puff up clitoris that happily pushed out from its hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery burrow. She slowly pushed the heading of her condom rooster into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a minuscule deeper with each stroke until she was oceanic abyss inside me, the full phase of the moon length of the neon pinko intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each shot. Her hips slapped against my tauten ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a consistent tempo that could have easily matched the heartbeat of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little gripe in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my pelt just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her magnanimous chest pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the filling in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible smell of my life. 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 longsighted black hair to the English and licking the back of my neck with long CVA that left a stratum of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale disconsolate eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my breathing was becoming heavier and my tegument tingled. My hired man instinctively wrapped around Lauren's warm consistency until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's shoulder strap on cock into my blind drunk little snatch. I grabbed her heavy bag and held on to them as if they were hold, my fingerbreadth finding their way to her abused nipples and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's soft saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscle tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's blockheaded pink nipple, tugging and twisting them as the beginning of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first tone toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The contract bridge

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

fret dripped from my forehead as my soft pink spit lolled out of my mouthpiece like a dog heaving. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this showing and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. interrogative about whether he would only see me as some form of fuck doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my state of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, rock and cause of my little torso.

"Deborah, occlusion. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the rules of order to terminate fucking me, I couldn't assist but to comment how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra jabbing. Her respect was complete and immediate. As her shoulder strap on slew out of my dripping wet snatch it dragged ample amount of money of slippery self made lubricating substance out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my slick honey moving about on the sensitive garden pink flesh that was currently the centre of my creation. Such noises would have embarrassed me under normal circumstances but of track the spatial relation I found myself in was far from formula. In fact, in my devolve province I thought such carnal tonal pattern must be a beneficial matter as surely they enhanced the operation that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don't occlusion, please prevent going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, delight make me cum. *

The words dribbled out of my mouth in groan along with dribble of saliva. I didn't want her firm rubber prick to leave my physical structure and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled hips and workforce working my lilliputian body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost set to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my mastermind felt foggy and the exclusively affair I could focus on was the coming that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

pursuit Deborah's example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist hole between my slender legs and walked in his direction. I didn't even bother to get out my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless puss that glistened with my succus was well on show as were my perky small tits with rigid pink tit standing at attention. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the rail good example do at the manner calendar week. Swaying my articulatio coxae, back arched, tits out. He stood and his skeleton towered over my midget body and in that consequence I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his substructure, bow my head and lap his shoes. He looked so incredibly Superior and there could be no query that I on the early hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue pill. I had no thought what it was but in my confused State and I didn't concern either. Logic and reason which had never been my unassailable courting, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My lenient pink tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to get down along with some water. I noticed his exposed turncock pulsing and twitch, I couldn't necessitate my blench blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with itch to do everything I could imagine with it and a few things I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his prick. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hands twitching and I noticed his cock Menachem Begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spellbinding survey. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size difference between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile ; he was big, hard and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and entry ; of cock and bitch.

Without warning I felt his potent hands lifting my niggling eubstance up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the soft folds of my pussy and I felt his breath on my sensitive pink figure. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his caput and as I felt his clapper touch the well up tissue of my clit sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite body. I arched my back, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my silky fatal hair danced behind my head. His words only increased the sensations and joy 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 enceinte performing artist. I have a beautiful body and delicious kitty juices. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to experience his pecker filling my squiffy small love hole and my pussy was juicing in expectation 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 fend. I didn't want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to struggle it. Instead I spread my strengthen legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered piddling kettle of fish while it slowly entered me, filling me with an uttermost gumption of discomfort and imperativeness. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of times, the ever present pain in the rear canal between my house ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel prickling inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly construction. This was the same smell but from the mavin were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my chant little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff soma that filled me, finding new Angle and billet to heighten the pleasure I was feeling. My ventilation was heavily and a shiny sheen of sudor was forming on my sun kissed tegument. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive feelings and laterality of Mr. Perlman all meld together. I was having visions of deuce-ace and restraints, compliance and a variety of sex act as my small soundbox bobbed up and down like a sex skirt. I thought about what it might be like to have tintinnabulation piercing my flesh and a shut away apprehension on my cervix. I was taking my rightful place in the mankind and at the import, my true home was on his lap with his rooster buried cryptical inside my tight petty ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wonderful performer and you have such a beautiful consistence,"he whispered in my ear as his spit playfully licked at my ear lobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the mass of me bouncing on his humanness."She's absolutely stupefy, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on stagecoach, her half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the crowd, she'll be luring the next generation of cunts to unite in her depravation. In interview she'll spread her brass and puss back talk, showing the domain how a good niggling whore should be displayed. She will be a perfect living, breathing piece of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the orgasm that I had craved for so longsighted and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's putz as it drove trench inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back straight, thorax popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a gang Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, camera and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little titty and pinched the backbreaking nipples that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nada more than a dick thirsty slut, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side board next to him as the smacking of my skin against his own desegregate with the moan that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few legal brief moment, he pulled out a pretty pink pinch with the word"hotshot"emblazed on it with genuine ball field. He handed the appurtenance 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 remit draftsman. It was the contract 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 rooster that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my gorge clit, trying desperately to hand orgasm. The Holy Writ blurred as I tried to focus on the conditions :

1. The client hereby signal away her freedom to Empire Records for the menstruation of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, saliva, pee, girl cum and should client lactate, milk, are the holding of conglomerate Records and can be sold or used at the discretion of said licence holders.

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5. The client hereby giving up all dominance of her body, clock time, and decision fashioning to Empire book and its representatives.

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7. Empire Records reserves the right field to make any changes to the client's consistency or mind.

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9. And of grade the all-important article :

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11. The manufacturer in charge of the client is seen as a keep embodiment of empire track record and must be obeyed at all times.

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"If you sign this, it will establish you notable,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straight person and my wit was bleary. I didn't know if it was the oral contraceptive pill, something else or maybe it didn't matter. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would see out for my estimable pastime 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 fourth dimension in wrapping the dog collar around my neck and securing it in place with a minuscule heart shaped lock.

I didn't understand it at the prison term, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a person. I wasn't even a puss at this point. No, I was just a possession of a corporation. My portion was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this instant though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman's turncock with my shapely ass until he couldn't moderate back any yearner. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey whiten cum inside my puckered little anus just before the last of orgasmic moving ridge flowed through my limber body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped wind me off his lap and onto the ground where my fallible wooden leg failed to plunk for my shape, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was spacious in an exhausted smiling of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my shit in a delicate mizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun."wellspring, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewelry too,"she said with a smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my intemperately garden pink pap and then fixed them with the pinko and Amytal flush teat piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something superfluous in the gun, a expression that I was injected with that would cause my tits grow to enormous size over the succeeding few month. I had signed the contract. They had modified my organic structure and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full Circle

The orotund laborious ash grey chime that dangled from the thick rings in my stretch along pinko nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony orchestra with each social movement my slight half breed body made as I crawled on custody and human knee on the point. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and Forth on my tiny frame and although the thickness of my milk filled bag took some getting used to, they were a section of my body now and my devotee loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the fragile silver chain leash wasn't attached to the pretty pink collar 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 Gemini the Twins. Instead it was attached to a pack on the giant metallic element invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my passe-partout, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky little beef in heat I was and it was true. I was very prosperous to have him as a victor and I worshipped him completely.

I could learn the crowd shouting and applause for me and the associate prickling filled my pot and I knew my puss was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the changes Master made to my body to make me a better performer was to increase the amount of juices my puss produced. Normally they would just dribble down my smooth tanned thigh and puddle wherever I happened to stop, but sometimes Master would use a special heart on my pussy to draw out the juices to be bottled and sold to my devotee. It turned out that the succus that my short cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite worthful. Of course of instruction Master made sure that my laborious milk filled bag were emptied twice a day, the whitened gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little clean droplets formed on the tips of my highly sore nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a track of my milky fluid on the Earth's surface of the stage.

The slender blonde daughter with immobile lilliputian tits who controlled my triplet was dressed only in a hard alloy chastity belt that locked up her sore flesh and a brace of shiny bootleg thigh senior high school platform rush with red lacing running up the front. Naturally Master owned her as well."seminal fluid on little Krissy Kunt, be a sound toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my modified bimbo whore eubstance much sound 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 farsighted platinum blonde hair from my pale blue devil heart as I crawled. original had dyed my black hair's-breadth a farseeing time ago to make me more bimbo like. My bronzed skin which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word harlot across my face with my oral fissure forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my smooth hairless pubic pitcher, give-and-take like fucktoy, beef, cunt and sex creature coated my jiggling titty, business firm unit of ammunition ass and flat tummy. My anus had even been tattooed to make it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to fawn back across the level the way we came. She pointed to a pocket-sized puddle of my vile slit juices integrate with respective drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large mamilla pushing into the trading floor and raised my ass. My modified snatch was certainly well on display for the crew in this attitude. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with respective stud poker running down the incline of it with a magnanimous ring through the tip. Each of my privileged labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each position and tethered to my thigh, permanently holding my slit open wide and on display at all times. A performer has no arcanum and no modesty, every inch of me should always be on display at all fourth dimension. At least that's what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft garden pink tongue which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other fille. The boastfully silver pack that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own luscious pussy juice and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening layer of my sticky saliva on the trading floor before being led to the next puddle of snatch succus and milk.

After my operation the blonde girl led me off phase and handed my leash to my maestro before she knelt obediently at his feet. overlord was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a esteem animal and being looked at in that way made me even hornier than I already was. At the sight of my victor I immediately pressed my headland to the floor, raised my business firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my breast for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just tone at how well trained she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dumb kick will give you years of joy my supporter, plus you'll be the envy of all your buddies. How many guys can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a dear point, and I'm certainly I'll get plenty of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a salute for my daughter'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 expert run but her calling is over. The lilliputian blonde little girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will demand her place and be an even expectant star."Master had no sooner finished his prison term when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink wizard choker that had graced my cervix for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome arrest that was cold against my skin and pressed into my fragile anatomy. He wrapped my old taking into custody around Fiona Fucktoy's neck and locked it in blank space. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck opening of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck opening, 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 hold on my collar and gave it a hard 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 snatch, ass and mouth as masses watched and applauded and I thought about all the modification that had been made to my once perfect little petite body. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a contribution 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 headliner at all, at least not like this.

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

The End .