Chapter 1 : The Tulsa Twin

"Which would you like to use today professional ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The Brobdingnagian array of toys came in a host of colors ranging from garden pink and red to black and blasphemous. There were miniature with ridges, bumps, and even small nut. On the tabular array beside her were additional trays, one containing a superfluity of anal jade with a ambit of shapes, size and features and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clinch, cartridge clip, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah's babe Lauren was hunched over in a street corner of the room, her business firm legs spread with a heavy sword bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankle with small padlocks. The two bottle blonde were identical twins and were the biggest pop idol adept a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cooky tender suburban shopping center, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of proletarian ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from conglomerate Records.

Larry was in his early sixty, stoutness and generally untempting, but that didn't matter because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortfall of little woman of the street with adept in their eyes and cock in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With gaze to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically zip. He had put them on the debauched trail. Every billboard, article and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa twins."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy disk safety pink dildo that sprung back and Forth in his paw. He moved to brood over Lauren's lithesome body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his small-scale nursing home. He had money to be certain, but Larry never understood the need to swank it like some men. nigh of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her exercising weight rested on her arms, enjoying the prospect of the twaddle that escaped the shiny red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair's-breadth was matted and like the residue of her body, hadn't been washed in at least a calendar week."You really do smell disgusting Lauren,"he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken honey oil eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost Bob Hope for escape or any semblance of a life a tenacious prison term ago. She was now just an abandon shell. She didn't even wriggle as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her blotto, dry hole and locked it in place."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all Good Book of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to make you regret what you did every day for the rest of your wretched life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentences repeated habitually for the past six age. On most days this simple ceremony was the most human impinging she received all day ; a small amount of torment, then back to isolation and foolishness. After a class she stopped moving when not provoked and after two twelvemonth she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.

Her book wasn't calumny of form. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and Sir Thomas More. But she didn't need to be so ugly and world about it."You wanted celebrity, I gave it to you. I used my ability and connection to clear you hotshot,"he said as he ***********ed the perfect anal retentive fire hydrant from the tray on the tabular array. 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 time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many old age. Was it possible that the legal brief periods of liberation each day were somehow more sore ?

"You were very form for jump starting our vocation. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her life history Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren's Quran, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three to a greater extent long time as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last press acquittance simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and find a nice man to take on forethought of them. Deborah was a cultural god and Larry had to inquire how many brilliant eyeball girls had decided not to pursue a profession that yr because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the limpness of her body as her vacuous eyes stared past him. There was nothing left in her to anguish, but that didn't mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a deterrent example. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had persuasion of publishing allegations of their own. She was a support meat dame whose existence had been reduced a few uncomplicated words ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

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

"Absolutely Master,"Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tits as she grabbed her sister by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bounce as she was but her similitude was doing almost of the workplace. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the Cage that sat in a corner of the dank cellar, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her arrest. Her breaking ball were extenuated with every graceful cat like movement as if she was purposely trying to rouse her Master.

"I'm so sorry master copy ; all those mean value, untrue things my baby said about you in that book…"

She climbed up on his lap and he could palpate her heat against his trunk.

"Don't worry about it Deborah, that was a long time ago."Larry kissed her neck opening 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, bequeath hole that had become Deborah Tulsa."If that's you feel I understand,"he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his humanness deep into her juices and inner fold."This was all your decision."

As Larry enjoyed the lovingness of his hard worker's bod wrapped around his member, his thought process were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few mean solar day. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew zippo about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and body of the most suitable char on the major planet ; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The Arrival

I had gotten lost three clip while trying to find the correct firm. I never was very good with charge. There were just so many streets and so many epithet and numbers for me to keep cartroad of. When I finally found the right field address, I was confused. The abode didn't look overgenerous at all and I was surprised that such a illustrious music executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no uncertainty that I was at the decent house. I approached the lowly door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a foresightful way from the amble where I played my guitar and Sung dynasty for the few dollar that were thrown into my guitar case from time to clip. finale Friday something else was thrown in however, a line board from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire platter. He said he fell in love with my little street level public presentation, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few mo and the subdued thumps of something falling, the threshold opened to reveal an overweight yet blue and vaguely comrade looking man. Behind him were the raw, sweat covered forms of two skimpy blonde lady friend sprawled out on the floor on full video display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the rich 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 crucial and the last thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could sense Mr. Perlman's eyes appraising me as they traveled from my humble understructure which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned peg to the shiny black latex mini annulus that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my firm little breast that pushed against the reduce stuff of my red cami that was partially covered by my blue jean jacket and finally to the delicate lineament of my cheek. He had an excellent stove poker font. I could n't differentiate if he was delight, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight on my high heels nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my best ally scored ticket to one of their show and invited me along. We knew all their signature terpsichore move and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and catch that Lauren was celebrated for. I must experience practiced that one for hr until I got it just right. snap and squeeze my pocket-sized lead breast, lick my decently forefinger, joggle my knocker, slither my spittle covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right bosom. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would pass around her wooden leg, flexure over and slap her ass, moving her finger from the front man where her vagina was up the back yesteryear her anus, and then she 'd reel around, arch her back while thrusting her ample breasts out and grab and cup her pubic hummock and start thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so very much trouble getting that one right but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal puritanic middle were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman's live on room. Deborah was on all quatern with a creamy white nitty-gritty that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were Twin Falls after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famed gift going at each other in his living room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me ? How could my drab hair equivalence to their blonde tresses ? How could a bantam little half breed oriental like me be in the same league as two gorgeous pure breds with such get bodies ? Mr. Perlman's eyes met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my long total darkness hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty lip with my gentle saliva covered lingua. I thought I was going to pass out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New Talent

Larry looked over the little half breed vamp who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in inning and not as busty as some of the other performers he had worked with, but that could easily convert. Kristin's lissom picayune body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear ; he imagined how an expound ass might push the confines of her latex skirt and found himself becoming remains at the thinking of molding her into a perfect thoughtfulness of his imaging. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could get been the presence of the Gemini. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her oculus off them, as if hungry to carry their position and be morphed to be just like them ; a little blond bimbo slut who would shake her loaded minuscule ass for the cameras, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her buff. Indeed the Twins would be an important factor in negotiations for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a pleasure to see you. You are a vision of sweetheart,"Larry said while brushing my coloured fuzz and examining my font. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his finger's breadth to my broad brim and pried at my rima oris."fountainhead, total on in,"he said with a motion of his hand."Oh and let me introduce you !"The Twin had moved to look submissively behind him on their knee, not speaking until spoken too."If only all bitch could be trained this wellspring,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa twins. They're old talent of mine but have since decided to last a more quiet life story. Being a asterisk isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a sneaky signaling.

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

*Good piffling force 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 barren days of his tutelage.

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

"She's overwhelmed,"Larry quickly adapted,"She just can't assist but feel grateful. The Tulsa's had a toilsome life history before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so lucky to feature met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always dear at extemporization. Cum was still leaking down her second joint as she finished delivering her weeping sister's bank line."It's really skillful to fulfil my successor. I hear my maestro has some really big programme for you."

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each early and an open center. Deborah had prepared a exceptional tea for all the girl, the same sort that Larry served to all the Pres Young, starry eyed puss who entered his office or dwelling house. He directed me to claim a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my brusk latex paint skirt on more than one social function. Normally I would have become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my wooden leg widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another pussycat"he thought,"but soon it would be a puss that men all around the world would starve to be wrapped around their rotating shaft. She'd check the ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the hard 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 awing Isaac Merrit Singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn't just about how thoroughly you can sing. I wish it was, but it's a highly competitory market. That's why you need producers like me in your corner. I've worked with a lot of famous people, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently Taylor slut. All of these fille have done a lot to strive the point they're at. You're willing to commit me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my centre with his secure expression of sincerity."“ Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so courteous. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so tender and obliging and I quickly found my initial nerves wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all foursome right in front of me. Literally six inch from me there she was ! Of path she was bare and being used as a opus of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't help but to stare at her perfect eubstance. Her large breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a pocket-size adaptation in her placement. The lustrous moisture around the folds of her exposed bald pussy that seemed to yearn with desire and the way her long blonde hair cascaded around her articulatio humeri. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

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

I brushed my prospicient black hairsbreadth back and made eye impinging with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the medicine business organisation. I found myself smiling so all-inclusive that surely all of my consummate little white teeth were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. vamper him a little and he'll make you a renowned performer. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can show him what a superstar you can be. *

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren's back and as I took clutch of the cup my fingertips grazed her still skin. I could see her body react with visible goose protuberance and a flimsy social movement as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and tranquillise as possible despite the salty mascara laden weeping that continued to drip silently off her face.

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

I took a big sip of the toothsome tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no question the resultant of the hot tea I was drinking. My hide was starting to feel flush and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the Edward White porcelain balanced on her supple pale skin, her knocker jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep open still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to feel the garden pink nipples at the ends of my perky minuscule breasts stiffening against the slick fabric of my red camisole. They were so stiff that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming boastful and harder as the sleek textile rubbed them with each almost undetectable movement and the sense 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 music business, but his phonation was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focus on it for Sir Thomas More than a distich second at a metre and my bright puritanic center kept moving back to Lauren's rear end. I couldn't block staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more aware I became of my own hairless trivial pussy. My clitoris began to intumesce, peeking out from behind its fleshy little hood as the stretchy tissue paper of my soft pinko labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck jam is aching. I want to feel my fingerbreadth in my cocotte hole. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly right field now. I want to advert my aching dripping cunt. *

It was like an itchiness that I couldn't scratching and I was using all my energy to retain my hand from flying up my latex skirt to render myself instant relief. This was care torture and I didn't screw how often prospicient I would be able to abide it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn't posting the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't affect my hazard of becoming a principal performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite dark haired girl in strawman of him and a smile crept across his face. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was body language and she was signaling involvement. Her smooth shaven little leg were inviting him inside, offering an interchange to make her notable 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 squawk in heating plant like her could go."He could see that the girl was panting now, her aristocratical heart all-inclusive. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of vastness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's speech dripped like soft dearest to the belittled half stock girl whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a fictive gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In situations like this the salutary thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the clip. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to accept them gratify those itch my carelessness inflicted on you. Finish your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my soft soft mitt in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her Sister's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my pocket-sized chest 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 sensible little knocker, forcefully raising my arms with one paw until the garment was free from my soundbox. I had no booking about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with untempting men was a part of the game. It's just fucking, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn't care who was playing with me as long as my body got the attending it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my wench up over my rosehip, exposing my compressed slight bald pussy and hang me over Lauren's back. My small breasts and fixed pink tit pressed into Lauren 's perfect piano pale White physique. I wasn't sure if the goose hump that were forming on my smooth tanned tegument were from the coolheaded air brushing against my expose fiddling organic structure or the fervour of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her trunk 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 desperate country of stimulation blocked off any thoughts that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the box of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my cutis, his lingua flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the can, when you masturbate, a successful sensation always thinks about her life as a functioning. Understand sweetheart ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little hole and Mr. Perlman gave my unwrap ass cheeks a hard smack, causing my tender human body to shine a bright red shade as his Logos ran through my principal on a loop.

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

Knowing that in this present moment that I was about to possess sex with the amazing Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and spread my stage even further, pointing my vulnerable footling knit anus upwards and exposing the legato hairless puss between my firm thighs. My gentle sarcoid garden pink bend were glistening with the guileful slit juice that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my soused little sex hole and into a small puddle at the belittled 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 section of it was suitable of such a venerable partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about carrying out and putting on a pleasing display ; my personal sexual orientation 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 burnished tap shoulder strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my diffused tissue paper, exerting tenuous pressure on my throbbing swollen button that happily pushed out from its thug before moving down to the labias that guarded the entranceway to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the headland of her India rubber prick into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a piddling deeper with each stroking until she was mystifying inside me, the full duration of the atomic number 10 pinko trespasser filling me completely as my vaginal brawn gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her hips slapped against my tauten ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a ordered tempo that could take in easily matched the beat of one of her hit Sung. She was adept at turning me into her minuscule bitch 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 large titty pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the filling in a Tulsa sister sandwich and it was the incredible belief of my life sentence. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet natural language stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long blackened pilus to the side and licking the rear of my cervix with long apoplexy that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale blue eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the elbow room except my own execution as my external respiration was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hired hand instinctively wrapped around Lauren's warm body until they found her knocker which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each mighty stab of Deborah's strap on peter into my closely little cunt. I grabbed her heavily udders and held on to them as if they were handgrip, my fingers finding their way to her abused teat and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's diffuse saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thick pinko nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a star. Everyone was going to need to see me and I had just taken the first-class honours degree stone's throw 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 oculus focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her trunk."She was born for this and is clearly a complete and summate slut in every sense of the word."

fret dripped from my forehead as my sonant pink tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this display and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of ass doll made their way into my befuddled brain, but left just as quickly as my state of foreplay controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and apparent movement of my little trunk.

"Deborah, catch. 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 rules of order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra poke. Her obedience was complete and straightaway. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged rich amounts of slippery ego made lube out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my pat dear moving about on the raw pink physique that was currently the center of my universe. Such noises would birth embarrassed me under rule fortune but of path the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my drop state I thought such carnal melodies must be a goodness thing as surely they enhanced the functioning that my lithe slight consistence was giving.

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

The Word of God dribbled out of my mouthpiece in moan along with drips of saliva. I didn't want her stiff condom cock to exit my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled rose hip and hands working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost set up to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt foggy and the only affair I could concenter on was the sexual climax that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

followers 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 maw between my slender legs and walked in his counseling. I didn't even bother to draw in my pitch-black latex paint annulus down, instead I was quite cognisant of the fact my hairless pussy that glistened with my juice was well on show as were my buoyant little pap with rigid pink nipples standing at attention. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the rails exemplar do at the Fashion hebdomad. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my petite trunk and in that bit I felt an overcome desire to kneel at his human foot, bow my top dog and lick his shoes. He looked so incredibly higher-ranking and there could be no interrogative that I on the other mitt was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue angel pill. I had no theme what it was but in my confused state and I didn't care either. Logic and reason which had never been my potent suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the adverse, I had an resistless urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My diffused pink glossa slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the oral contraceptive pill and gave me the mastery to bury along with some water. I noticed his discover cock pulsation and twitching, I couldn't take my pale blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could suppose with it and a few affair I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost mentation because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his turncock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hands twitching and I noticed his turncock 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 between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was minuscule, weakly and slight ; he was big, strong and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission ; of cock and puss.

Without warning I felt his strong custody lifting my little body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the delicate folds of my slit and I felt his breathing time on my sensitive pink flesh. I instinctively wrapped my business firm legs around his heading and as I felt his tongue touch the swell tissue of my clitoris sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite physical structure. I arched my cover, pointing my piddling breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my branch as my silken black tomentum danced behind my headland. His words only increased the sensations and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a hotshot. I'm a great performer. I have a beautiful body and delicious snatch succus. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to finger his rooster filling my plastered little love life hole and my pussy was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his intemperately stopcock began to poke at my anus. Some component part of me knew that I should stand firm. I didn't want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to fight it. Instead I spread my modulate legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered trivial hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme sense of discomfort and atmospheric pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a distich of clock time, the ever present bother in the rear epithelial duct between my firm ass cheeks began to pass way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ace I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an coming was slowly building. This was the same notion but from the wizard were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my tone little soundbox had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff anatomy that filled me, finding new Angle and spatial relation to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My external respiration was ponderous and a shiny luster of effort was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performing artist and I was determined to evince Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive spirit and authorisation of Mr. Perlman all sundry together. I was having visions of leashes and constraint, compliance and a variety of sex number as my low soundbox bobbed up and down like a sex dolly. I thought about what it might be like to have annulus piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my rightful property in the world and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my mean little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a terrific performer and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his clapper playfully licked at my earlobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the visual modality of me bouncing on his manhood."She's absolutely stunning, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on microscope stage, her half chink ass shaking for the integrality of the bunch, she'll be luring the next multiplication of pussy to join in her depravity. In audience she'll spread her impertinence and pussy lips, showing the reality how a secure lilliputian cocotte should be displayed. She will be a perfect living, breathing piece of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the climax that I had craved for so farsighted and by the twitch of Mr. Perlman's cock as it drove late inside my lithe frame, I could order that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back straight, chest popped, and your pelvis in a tranquil arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, photographic camera and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my petty breasts and pinched the hard nipples that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nil more than a prick athirst slut, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the slope table next to him as the slaps of my skin against his own commingle with the moan that escaped from my pouty pink mouth. After rummaging around for a few brief endorsement, he pulled out a pretty tap arrest with the word"maven"emblazed on it with genuine baseball diamond. He handed the supplement to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his foundation, watching my performance with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the same board drawer. It was the contract that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to signal away my very liveliness. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the stopcock that impaled me, my fingerbreadth wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to get hold of orgasm. The words blurred as I tried to concentre on the conditions :

1. The client hereby signal away her freedom to Empire disk for the period 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 property of conglomerate phonograph recording and can be sold or used at the discretion of said license holders.

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5. The node hereby surrenders all control of her body, sentence, and determination devising to Empire disk and its representatives.

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7. Empire Records reserves the right to make any modification to the client's body or mind.

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9. And of course the essential clause :

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11. The producer in electric charge of the client is seen as a living embodiment of Empire disc and must be obeyed at all times.

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"If you sign this, it will make you far-famed,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straight and my brain was foggy. I didn't know if it was the lozenge, something else or maybe it didn't matter. I never wanted this tone to halt and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my upright pursuit and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the bottom with hurriedness. Deborah wasted no meter in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in berth with a small core shaped whorl.

I didn't realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no foresighted a individual. I wasn't even a slit at this decimal point. No, I was just a possession of a pot. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this import though. I was too officious milking Mr. Perlman's pecker with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold in back any longer. He lifted my pelvic girdle and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my pucker slight anus just before the last of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple consistency.

"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 weak stage failed to support my inning, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was wide in an use up smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a soft mizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun."fountainhead, you already are wearing my old catch, only fair that you get our old jewelry too,"she said with a smiling at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink tit and then fixed them with the pink and blue flower nipple piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something extra in the gun, a chemical formula that I was injected with that would induce my mammilla grow to enormous sizing over the side by side few month. I had signed the contract. They had modified my trunk and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full Circle

The boastfully heavy silver bells that dangled from the slurred band in my stretched pinko nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony orchestra with each bm my little half strain trunk made as I crawled on deal and genu on the stage. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and Forth River on my flyspeck physical body and although the oppressiveness of my milk filled udder took some getting used to, they were a division of my soundbox now and my fans loved them.

I felt the tug of my trinity guiding me forward at an even pace, but the soft silver chain lead wasn't attached to the pretty pink catch that had been locked around my slender neck opening for so many long time since when Mr. Perlman made me his dimension in the mien of the Tulsa Gemini the Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the elephantine metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge stopple, pulsing and squeezing against it, a invariable reminder of how satiate I was kept. unremarkable my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a golden picayune bitch in heat I was and it was truthful. I was very lucky to have him as a Master and I worshipped him completely.

I could find out the crew cheering and clapping for me and the familiar tingle filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of form one of the modification Master made to my body to pee me a better performer was to increase the amount of juice my pussy produced. Normally they would just dribble down my politic tanned thigh and pass water wherever I happened to halt, but sometimes professional would use a extra pump on my pussycat to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my sports fan. It turned out that the juices that my trivial cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of course of study Master made sure that my intemperate milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, picayune white droplets formed on the tips of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a lead of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde lady friend with unwavering little tits who controlled my troika was dressed only in a gravid metal sexual morality belt ammunition that locked up her sensitive flesh and a couplet of shiny black thigh eminent weapons platform boots with red laces running up the battlefront. Naturally Master owned her as well."seminal fluid on little Krissy Kunt, be a good toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my modify bimbo whore body much better than Kristin. What kind of a epithet is Kristin anyway ? The world knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a strand of my long platinum blonde pilus from my wan juicy eye as I crawled. Master had dyed my sinister whisker a long clip ago to make me Thomas More bimbo like. My tanned tegument which was once unflawed was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word WHORE across my face with my backtalk forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my smooth hairless pubic mound, language like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling mammilla, firm rung 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 crawl back across the stage the way we came. She pointed to a small puddle of my slimy cunt juices ruffle with several drop-off of my Milk River and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large knocker pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My change kitty was certainly well on video display for the crowd in this spot. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with respective studs running down the slope of it with a large doughnut through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three gang on each English and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy open wide-eyed and on video display at all clock time. A performer has no secrets and no modesty, every inch of me should always be on display at all times. At least that's what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft pink tongue which overlord had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian appearance and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other daughter. The great silver ring that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own delicious puss juices and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry creature, leaving behind a glistening layer of my steamy spittle on the story before being led to the next puddle of purulent succus and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off stage and handed my collar to my Master before she knelt obediently at his ft. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a appreciate animal and being looked at in that way made me even aroused than I already was. At the vision of my passe-partout I immediately pressed my nous 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 looking at at how well develop she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dumb bitch will give you eld of pleasure my admirer, plus you'll be the enviousness of all your sidekick. How many guy rope can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a good point, and I'm sure as shooting I'll get deal of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a present for my daughter's nineteenth birthday. She's just nutcase 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 superstar performer ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her vocation is over. The lilliputian blond daughter here, Fiona Fucktoy will lead her place and be an even bigger star."Master had no sooner finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink Star choker that had graced my cervix for twelvemonth, replacing it with a heavy chrome pinch that was cold against my hide and pressed into my fragile flesh. He wrapped my old choker around Fiona Fucktoy's neck and locked it in place. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twin Falls when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before grasp my lead and gave it a voiceless 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 pussycat I ate and the cocks I sucked. I reflected on all the affair that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and mouth as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the variety that had been made to my once staring trivial bantam dead body. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a persona of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some understanding I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a superstar at all, at least not like this.

My new master copy tugged a second time, this one even harder than the last and I dismissed the featherbrained 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 .