Chapter 1 : The Tulsa Gemini

"Which would you like to use today Master ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleam silver medal tray that contained variety of unlike sized dildos. The vast array of toys came in a host of colors ranging from pink and red to black and blue. There were toys with ridges, bumps, and even little testicle. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a image of build, sizes and feature film and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, clips, Chain and other twist that ensured that a sufficient quantity of pain would accompany any pleasance.

Deborah's babe Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the elbow room, her house legs spread with a intemperate steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankle joint with small padlocks. The two bottleful blond were identical twins and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few yr back. Before that they were performing at a cookie cutter suburban shopping centre, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to hive away like group of doer ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from conglomerate disk.

Larry was in his early LX, overweight and generally unattractive, but that didn't topic because he was also productive, powerful and well connected. There was no deficit of footling fancy woman with stars in their center and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With compliments to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically naught. He had put them on the riotous cartroad. Every hoarding, clause and stadium was ruled by the famed Tulsa counterpart."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a tenacious floppy rubber tap dildo that sprung back and forth in his hand. He moved to brood over Lauren's supple soundbox, watching it shimmer in the lamp Christ Within of his modest menage. He had money to be surely, but Larry never understood the motivation to show off it like some men. Most of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrain organic structure over so that her exercising weight rested on her arms, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the brilliantly red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the rest 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 green optic. They no longer held any choler, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a spirit a recollective meter ago. She was now just an abandon casing. She didn't even wiggle as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her plastered, dry hole and locked it in place."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of account of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to pee-pee you regret what you did every day for the rest of your hapless life."

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

Her Holy Writ wasn't defamation of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, compulsion and more. But she didn't need to be so ugly and public about it."You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my great power and association to throw you stars,"he said as he ***********ed the perfect anal stopper from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clinch as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching boob. In fact, her nipples spent the majority of clock time tortured in this manner with only a few 60 minutes of exemption each day. Larry wondered what that must find like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief period of sack each day were somehow more painful ?

"You were very kind for jump starting our vocation. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the saki of her career Deborah had denied the allegation in Lauren's rule book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last closet release simply stated that she had realized the economic value in becoming a plaything for her passe-partout and advised all life history adult female to cave in up their aspiration and find out a decent man to take fear of them. Deborah was a ethnic idol and Larry had to question how many lustrous eye girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year 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 empty-bellied middle stared past him. There was nil left in her to twisting, but that didn't mean value he would ever let go. It was authoritative that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a example. Not to herself, but rather to others who may feature had thoughts of publishing allegement of their own. She was a living essence doll whose existence had been reduced a few uncomplicated words ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

"Deborah, be a good lilliputian doll and put this thing back in its John Milton Cage Jr.,"he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

"Absolutely maestro,"Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tit as she grabbed her Sister by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bounds as she was but her twin was doing most of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a quoin of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all tetrad and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every elegant cat like move as if she was purposely trying to excite her Master.

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

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

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

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

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

As Larry enjoyed the warmheartedness of his slave's flesh wrapped around his penis, his thoughts were drawn to a new gift that would be arriving at his threshold in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the impertinence of Deborah's ass and began to push up harder. He knew goose egg about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the thinker, heart and trunk of the most suitable woman on the satellite ; his pet who had given up her career to go his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The arrival

I had gotten lost three sentence while trying to find out the castigate sign. I never was very respectable with steering. There were just so many streets and so many figure and numbers for me to keep raceway of. When I finally found the correct speech, I was confused. The residence didn't look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous euphony executive would live in such a station. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the right-hand 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 farseeing way from the prom where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar casing from metre to meter. Last Fri something else was thrown in however, a business plug-in from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire Records. He said he fell in love with my piddling street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to avail me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few mo and the muted thump of something falling, the door opened to uncover an corpulence yet gentle and vaguely intimate looking man. Behind him were the naked, sweat covered manikin of two incline blonde missy sprawled out on the level on full showing but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my survey. I knew that the rich and noted lived in a very dissimilar way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no puritan, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last-place thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman's eye appraising me as they traveled from my humble ft which were encased in opprobrious stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the sheeny blackness latex paint miniskirt skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to go further to my firm small breasts that pushed against the thin material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean jacket and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an splendid poker expression. I could n't tell if he was pleased, defeated, bored or disgusted. I shifted my free weight on my high heel nervously as my centre thumped like crazy.

The blonde lady friend sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Gemini. I even remembered when my right friend scored tickets to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature tune saltation move and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the knocker jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must own practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. snatch and squeeze my small depart breast, lick my right forefinger, joggle my breasts, slew my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right white meat. Deborah 's movement was a lot harder. She would disperse her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her digit from the front line where her vagina was up the game past her anus, and then she 'd spin around, arch her back while thrusting her plenteous chest out and snap and cup her pubic mound and initiate thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so a lot trouble getting that one right but I still recollect how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My watch glass blue eyes were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman's be way. Deborah was on all quaternary with a creamy white substance that looked like it may sustain been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her knife. At least I think I got it right, they were Gemini the Twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and far-famed talents going at each other in his keep elbow room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be occupy in me ? How could my coloured hair's-breadth compare to their blonde tresses ? How could a midget little half breed oriental like me be in the Lapplander conference as two gorgeous pure breds with such beat bodies ? Mr. Perlman's heart met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my prospicient black hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my total pouty lips with my soft spittle covered tongue. I thought I was going to go by out from the nerves. `` It 's a pleasance to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New natural endowment

Larry looked over the little half breed minx who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in figure and not as busty as some of the other performing artist he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's supple small body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear ; he imagined how an enlarged ass might advertize the confines of her rubber-base paint skirt and found himself becoming remains at the mentation of molding her into a complete reflectivity of his imagination. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could bear been the presence of the Twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her center off them, as if athirst to charter their place and be morphed to be just like them ; a trivial blonde bimbo slut who would sway her tight piddling ass for the camera, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her lover. Indeed the Gemini the Twins would be an crucial agent in negotiations for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a pleasure to see you. You are a vision of beauty,"Larry said while brushing my sinister pilus and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his fingerbreadth to my full sass and pried at my mouth."wellspring, come on in,"he said with a gesture of his hand."Oh and let me stick in you !"The Gemini the Twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their articulatio genus, not speaking until spoken too."If only all cunts could be trained this well,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa twins. They're old endowment of mine but have since decided to populate a more quiet sprightliness. Being a star isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious signaling.

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

*Good little energy 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 commons ; just like she and her sister had once enjoyed during the more sinless days of his tutelage.

"Yes. We're- we're so golden"Croaked Lauren, vocalization 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 aid but feel grateful. The Tulsa's had a hard life before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so lucky to have met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always in effect at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping babe's melody."It's really nice to meet my replacement. I hear my captain has some really big plans for you."

We entered the life room which was arranged with multiple sofa facing each early and an opened kernel. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the daughter, the same kind that Larry served to all the young, starry eyed cunts who entered his office or abode. He directed me to fill a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex paint skirt on more than than one occasion. Normally I would have become ego witting or offended and closed my ramification, but I felt my stage widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another puss"he thought,"but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the mankind would lust to be wrapped around their shafts. She'd acquire the roofy of appearance biz just like anyone else. And the hard work it took to score 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 flummox singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however medicine isn't just about how estimable you can sing. I wish it was, but it's a highly competitory grocery store. That's why you need producer like me in your recess. 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 girls have done a lot to reach the point they're at. You're uncoerced to bank me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my heart with his Best expression of sincerity."“ boozing your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so Nice. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so warm and obliging and I quickly found my initial restiveness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in nominal head of me. Literally six in from me there she was ! Of class she was bare and being used as a piece of piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't help but to stare at her consummate physical structure. Her large knocker dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a minor readjustment in her position. The glistening moisture around the folds of her bring out bald pussy that seemed to languish with desire and the way her long light-haired whisker cascaded around her shoulders. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

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

I brushed my long lightlessness hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how affair worked in the music business organization. I found myself smiling so all-inclusive that surely all of my sodding little white dentition were on display.

*Spread your leg just a little more. Tease him a little and he'll make you a famous performing artist. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can exhibit him what a whizz 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 hide. I could see her body react with visible goose bumps and a fragile movement as her break anus pulsed but she remained as still and repose as possible despite the salty mascara laden tears that continued to drop silently off her face.

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

I took a big sip of the toothsome tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no uncertainty the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to find scour and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her supple blanch skin, her mammilla jiggling and swaying as she struggled to celebrate still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to feel the garden pink nipple at the ends of my perky little breasts stiffening against the silklike fabric of my red underbodice. They were so remains that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming crowing and harder as the sleek fabric rubbed them with each almost undetectable apparent motion and the champion was starting to make me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the versatile Acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music job, but his vocalism was going in and out. It was like I couldn't stress on it for more than than a couple seconds at a time and my bright blue middle kept moving back to Lauren's butt end. I couldn't blockage staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more mindful I became of my own hairless petty pussy. My clit began to intumesce, peeking out from behind its sarcoid little hood as the stretchy tissue paper of my soft pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight piddling fuck hole is aching. I want to feel my fingers in my whore pickle. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly right now. I want to tint my aching dripping cunt. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't scratch and I was using all my Energy Department to keep my script from flying up my latex bird to apply myself insistent alleviation. This was the likes of torture and I didn't do it how a lot longer I would be able to allow it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn't notice the conflict that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't pretend my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the lilliputian dark haired girl in front of him and a smile crept across his expression. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was consistency language and she was signaling stake. Her quiet shaved little branch were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to induce her famous that may or may not have been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the jade and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more prompting, who knows how far a gripe in high temperature like her could go."He could see that the female child was panting now, her blue oculus wide. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's Word of God dripped like flaccid beloved to the small half breed young lady whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his tabernacle in a traitorously motion of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In place like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the prison term. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimatize than to give them satisfy those impulse my carelessness inflicted on you. complete your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my touchy soft deal in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small bosom felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the derriere of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little boob, forcefully raising my weapon with one hand until the garment was free people from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the plot. 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 torso got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my dame up over my hips, exposing my tight slight denuded pussy and bent me over Lauren's back. My small bosom and rigid pink mamilla pressed into Lauren 's perfect soft pale White River soma. I wasn't sure if the twat prominence that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little dead body or the fervor 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 desperate province of rousing blocked off any thoughts that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a carrying into action. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the lavatory, when you masturbate, a successful asterisk always thinks about her life as a carrying into action. Understand mantrap ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the trespasser with my wet petty hole and Mr. Perlman gave my divulge ass cheeks a hard smack, causing my tender bod to shine a burnished red nicety as his Word ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked ; I must urinate everything about performance and show 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 beat Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my rachis and spread my peg even further, pointing my vulnerable little pucker anus upwards and exposing the politic hairless snatch between my firm thighs. My soft overweight pink folds were glistening with the foxy kitty-cat juices that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my fuddled trivial sex hole and into a modest pool at the diminished of Lauren's back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my part of it was suitable of such a venerable partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn't about gender. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal intimate preferences didn't subject. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting forth the unspoilt presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's bright tap strap on pecker rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my soft tissue, exerting fragile pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its cap before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the drumhead of her natural rubber dick into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a picayune deeper with each apoplexy until she was inscrutable inside me, the full moon length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her pelvic girdle slapped against my immobile ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmical strokes with a consistent pacing that could experience easily matched the musical rhythm of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her niggling cunt 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 turgid breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the woof in a Tulsa baby sandwich and it was the incredible feeling of my spirit. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet lingua stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black hair to the incline and licking the rear of my neck with foresighted strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale dismal center, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own carrying out as my respiration was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's warm eubstance until they found her knocker which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful jabbing of Deborah's strap on cock into my wet slight twat. I grabbed her heavily udders and held on to them as if they were hold, my fingers finding their way to her abused pap and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's soft saliva coated knife found its way back into my ear, my muscle tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's loggerheaded pink nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many coming gripped my uncover willowy consistency. I was a headliner. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, 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 invader sliding easily in and out of her body."She was born for this and is clearly a complete and add together slut in every mother wit of the word."

travail dripped from my forehead as my soft garden pink spit lolled out of my mouth like a dog heaving. I was a performing artist, the centerpiece of this presentation and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. doubtfulness about whether he would only see me as some kind of screw doll made their way into my addle mental capacity, but left just as quickly as my state of stimulation controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, rock and motion of my little body.

"Deborah, full point. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to finish fucking me, I couldn't help but to notice how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra poking. Her obeisance was fill in and immediate. As her shoulder strap on slid out of my dripping wet snatch it dragged plentiful total of slippery ego made lubricator out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my slick down dearest moving about on the sensitive pinko flesh that was currently the center of my universe. Such interference would have embarrassed me under normal fate but of track the situation I found myself in was far from convention. In fact, in my degenerate state I thought such animal melodies must be a trade good thing as surely they enhanced the carrying into action that my lithe piddling body was giving.

*Please don't stop consonant, delight celebrate going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, please wee-wee me cum. *

The word dribbled out of my lip in moans along with drip of saliva. I didn't want her stiff rubber cock to give my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled articulatio coxae and hands working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost ready to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt stuporous and the solely thing I could centre on was the coming that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

Following Deborah's illustration, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot garden pink dildo cleared the moist hole between my slender legs and walked in his guidance. I didn't even bother to get out my disgraceful latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless prick that glistened with my juice was well on display as were my chirpy short titty with rigid pink mammilla standing at attention. I tried to take the air sexy like I had seen the runway modelling do at the Fashion Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my midget body and in that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his feet, bow my mind and solve his brake shoe. He looked so incredibly superscript and there could be no question that I on the other hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a bluing pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused State and I didn't care either. Logic and intellect which had never been my warm suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask motion or put up a fight. On the adverse, I had an irresistible itch to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My diffuse 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 withdraw along with some water system. I noticed his divulge cock pulsing and twitching, I couldn't take my pale puritanic 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 cerebration because he responded with a finger on my plump red sass. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hired man twitching and I noticed his cock Menachem Begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my heart away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a attractive feature. The sizing divergence between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile ; he was big, strong and mightily. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of mightiness and entry ; of peter and cunt.

Without warning I felt his potent script lifting my lilliputian body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the fragile folds of my pussy and I felt his breather on my sensitive pink anatomy. I instinctively wrapped my house legs around his head and as I felt his tongue touch the self-conceited tissue of my clitoris sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my midget body. I arched my cover, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my silky black whisker danced behind my head. His Book only increased the maven and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my header long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a genius. I'm a outstanding performing artist. I have a beautiful body and delicious pussy succus. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to find his hammer filling my tight little love kettle of fish 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 dig at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should refuse. I didn't want that devil going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to press it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered fiddling hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an uttermost sense of discomfort and insistence. 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 palpate tingling inside me, almost like the I I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the same feel but from the wizard were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my toned short body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his dick I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff flesh that filled me, finding new angles and positions to raise the delight I was feeling. My breathing was gruelling and a shiny shininess of sweat was forming on my sun kissed hide. I was a good performer and I was determined to register Mr. Perlman just how trade good I could be. The pain and pleasance, submissive smell and dominance of Mr. Perlman all flux together. I was having vision of three and simplicity, meekness and a variety of sex Acts of the Apostles as my small soundbox bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my lawful home in the world and at the present moment, my lawful place was on his lap with his cock buried late inside my tight little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a grand performer and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his glossa playfully licked at my ear lobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the stack of me bouncing on his humanness."She's absolutely stunning, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on phase, her one-half click ass shaking for the entirety of the crowd, she'll be luring the following generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interviews she'll spread her cheeks and pussy lips, showing the world how a good footling 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 long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's cock as it drove late inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back flat, chest popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of buff, camera and twinkle. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the heavily tit that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nothing more than a turncock thirsty loose woman, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side of meat table following to him as the smack of my skin against his own motley with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief second base, he pulled out a pretty pink collar with the Bible"Star"emblazed on it with genuine baseball diamond. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my operation with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the Same table drawer. It was the contract bridge that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the cock that impaled me, my finger wildly circling my engorged button, trying desperately to reach sexual climax. The words blurred as I tried to concentrate on the stipulation :

1. The customer hereby signs away her freedom to empire Records for the full stop of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, spittle, pee, daughter cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of Empire book and can be sold or used at the free will of said certify holders.

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5. The client hereby surrenders all control of her body, time, and decisiveness making to Empire record and its representatives.

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7. Empire Records reserves the rightfulness to form any changes to the client's soundbox or mind.

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9. And of course the all-important clause :

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11. The producer in charge of the customer is seen as a livelihood embodiment of Empire platter and must be obeyed at all times.

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"If you sign this, it will hit you illustrious,"he whispered in my frail 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 belief to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would depend out for my best interestingness and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the rear end with rush. Deborah wasted no fourth dimension in wrapping the choker around my neck and securing it in plaza with a lowly heart shaped lock.

I didn't actualize it at the time, but this was the here and now in which I was no longer a somebody. I wasn't even a cunt at this degree. No, I was just a possession of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nix left wing. None of that mattered in this present moment though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman's prick with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any yearner. He lifted my rose hip and sprayed his gooey Theodore Harold White cum inside my gather little anus just before the live on of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple dead body.

"Let me help you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my debile stage failed to bear out my bod, forcing me to slink down to my human knee. My face was panoptic in an played out smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my arsehole in a mild mizzle.

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

Unbeknownst to me at the prison term of track, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would induce my teat grow to enormous size over the future few calendar month. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : full Circle

The large heavy silver grey Bell that dangled from the thick rings in my stretched pink nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony with each movement my small half breed torso made as I crawled on hands and knee on the stagecoach. My outsized udder jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the onerousness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a role of my eubstance now and my rooter loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the touchy silver chain ternary wasn't attached to the pretty pink apprehension that had been locked around my slender cervix for so many age since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the bearing of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metallic element invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a perpetual reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a favorable picayune bitch in heating I was and it was confessedly. I was very lucky to suffer him as a skipper and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar thrill filled my breadbasket and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the alteration original made to my physical structure to make me a easily performer was to increase the sum of juices my puss produced. Normally they would just drip down my smooth tanned second joint and piss wherever I happened to intercept, but sometimes superior would use a special pump on my pussy to extract the juice to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juice that my fiddling cunt produced were particularly delightful and quite worthful. Of course of instruction Master made sure enough that my heavy Milk River filled udders were emptied twice a day, the lily-white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, small bloodless droplets formed on the tips of my highly tender nipples and dripped on to the soil leaving a track of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde girl with firm little tits who controlled my III was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt that locked up her sensitive flesh and a pair of shiny black thigh luxuriously platform boots with red laces running up the nominal head. Naturally Master owned her as well."Come on slight Krissy Kunt, be a right toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my modified bimbo whore trunk much upright than Kristin. What kind of a gens is Kristin anyway ? The public knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a fibril of my longsighted platinum blonde fuzz from my pale blue middle as I crawled. maestro had dyed my ignominious hair a long meter ago to constitute me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once unflawed was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word cocotte across my face with my mouth forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my quiet hairless pubic pile, dustup like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling breast, firm bout ass and flatbed bay window. 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 pocket-sized puddle of my slimed cunt juices commix with respective drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my minuscule body, my big tits pushing into the storey and raised my ass. My modified pussy was certainly well on exhibit for the crowd in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with several scantling running down the side of it with a boastfully ring through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy unfold wide-eyed and on display at all meter. A performing artist has no secrets and no modesty, every column inch of me should always be on display at all time. At to the lowest degree that's what Master tells me and maestro is always right.

I extended my soft pink spit which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other young lady. The large silver gray annulus that pierced the tip scraped against the level as I tasted my own delicious pussy juices and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening bed of my embarrassing spittle on the floor before being led to the next puddle of pussycat juice and milk.

After my functioning the blonde girl led me off microscope stage and handed my leash to my overlord before she knelt obediently at his substructure. lord was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a pry creature and being looked at in that way made me even horny than I already was. At the mess of my headmaster I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my knocker for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just spirit at how well civilize she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dull bitch will hand you years of pleasure my friend, plus you'll be the envy of all your brother. How many guys can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a practiced point, and I'm sure I'll get hatful of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a present for my daughter's 19th birthday. She's just unhinged 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 unspoiled run but her life history is over. The petite blonde young lady here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her post and be an even bad star."Master had no Oklahoman finished his prison term when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink lead collar that had graced my neck opening for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome collar that was cold against my cutis and pressed into my frail soma. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy's cervix and locked it in place. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twin when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before savvy my leash and gave it a hard tug, causing my anus to spasm in reception, I considered my career as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the pussies I ate and the shaft I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and back talk as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the changes that had been made to my once perfect tense little midget body. Indeed I had become a star performing artist, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some rationality I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a mavin at all, at least not like this.

My new maestro tugged a moment time, this one even heavy than the last and I dismissed the silly mentation in my brainless bimbo caput, obediently crawling behind him, my heavy udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling Milk with each effort forward to the life that awaited me as his daughter's new pet.

The End .