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The Pool Party-Kristen ArchivesPOOL PARTY By ParkerWARNING: This story involves rather a good deal of non-consensual sex, humiliation and any number of other thingswhich should not be undertaken in real life. If you do notwant to read this sort of material, STOP NOW! Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute (unaltered of course), but be discrete.=================================================================INo one was happy to see Jennifer.Which, to an outsider, might have seemed surprising. Withher thick, black hair, flawless alabaster skin, full red lips and slender, athletic despite-the-fact-I-never-lower-myself-to-exercise body, Jennifer Watson was one of the most desirablegirls on campus. At least as far as looks went. And the malestudents of the Phi Phi Phi fraternity were certainly just aboutas appreciative of good looking women as one would expect them tobe. Even more so.This particular good looking woman, however, was thepresident and head agitator of the local chapter of ConcernedStudents for Political Correctness. In her second year atBakersville College North, she had been instrumental in thecollege’s decision to withdraw funding from the fraternitynewsletter as a result of certain allegedly sexist comments. Shehad later caused the fraternity’s sponsoring professor to besuspended indefinitely because of some unsubstantiatedallegations regarding sexual proposals he had made to a femalestudent (who had, incidentally, received a failing grade justprior to the accusations). All things considered, Jennifer Watsonhad been a thorn in the side of the fraternity during her fouryears at BCN. Her most recent success, however, topped them all. She hadbeen working for years now to get the PPP’s annual “SlaveAuction” cancelled. Each year, the PPP fraternity and some of thegirl’s from one of the sorority houses on campus held a mockSlave Auction to raise money for improvements to theirfacilities. For the last few years, they had been raising moneyto add an indoor pool to the fraternity house. Not only hadJennifer spearheaded the successful drive to cancel the SlaveAuction (due to the fact that it “trivialized the experiences ofvisible minorities who had suffered slavery in the past andmocked the state of women everywhere, whose present existence waslittle better than slavery at the hands of the male orientedhierarchical society”), but she had convinced the college toexpropriate the money raised over the last few years and put ittowards the commission of a piece of modern sculpture celebratingsisterhood in the twentieth century.So, when Jennifer showed up at the door of the PPPfraternity house where the members of the fraternity who had beenplanning the event were gathered for a drunken ‘wake’ – a so-called ‘pool party’ – no one was particularly pleased to see her.It was the guy who opened the door, one Mark Spenser, who -despite not usually being a particularly articulate individual -voiced the feelings of the entire group: “What the fuck are youdoing here?”Jennifer just smirked. She had been out for a couple ofdrinks with some friends earlier that evening and had been on herway to the airport (it was spring break, and she had arranged toget away by herself for a while) when she had decided to drop bythe frat house to see how they were taking the news. In fact, shewas a little drunk.”Just stopping by to say goodbye,” she explained, slurringher words a bit. “Wanted to make certain that there were no hardfeelings.” “No hard feelings?” Mark was incredulous. “Fuck that. Youcame her to rub it in more like it.”Jennifer widened her eyes in mock surprise. She *loved*this! “Not at all,” she protested, trying not to laugh. Theseguys were soooooo stupid. “I did it for your benefit too. It’s animportant lesson to learn, but…”Mark had heard enough. “Why don’t you just…””Hold on a moment.” Mark was cut off by a quiet, intensevoice. “She’s right.” Amazed, Mark turned to confront the personbehind him. It was…”Gary?” A freshman at BCN and an applicant to join thefraternity. What was…”Just a second, Mark.” The speaker, a tall geeky looking guywith short black hair and glasses approached and placed his handon Mark’s shoulder. “Jennifer here has a point.” The entire roomhad fallen silent. Even Jennifer was astounded. Was this guymaking fun of her? “What we were doing was insensitive,” Garyexplained. “It was wrong. And I think that we should thankJennifer for pointing it out to us.” He turned. “Sharon,” he called out, “get Jennifer here adrink.” He turned back to the girl who stood, silent and staringin the doorway. “Beer OK?” Jennifer nodded a puzzled assent, still unsure as to whetheror not this guy was making fun of her. “A beer,” Gary called out. Mark started to say something,but Gary ignored him. “Come in,” he invited Jennifer. “Let usmake up for some of the harsh words that’ve passed between ourorganizations.”In her partially drunken state, Jennifer actually believedhim. She entered the room. Gary closed the door behind her andMark stomped off. The music started up again, and Sharon – ashort, pudgy girl with pig eyes, Jennifer noticed, conscious asalways of her own beauty – returned a few moments later with aglass of beer. Jennifer accepted it without thanks and took asip.Gary sat her down on the couch as the ‘pool party’ startedup again around them. He began talking to her about the SlaveAuction and generally engaged her in conversation while shefinished the beer and then another, also brought by Sharon. Aftera while, she began to feel a queer sort of disassociation,almost as if her mind was floating free from her body. The roomwas getting warmer and warmer; the music drifted away…Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her chest.She looked down to see that her breasts were fully exposed; herblouse had somehow come open and her bra unfastened. “G-Gary?” What was… but when she looked up, it was Marksitting in front of her, playing with her breasts. Panicked, shebrought her hands up to stop him, but she seemed to be completelylacking in strength. Everything seemed so far away…Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just asshe opened her mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The feel of hiswarm lips on hers sent tingles of pleasure shooting through her.She could only moan in pleasure as his tongue vigorously exploredthe inside of her mouth. She didn’t know what was happening toher… or why; but it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stoppedtrying to stop it. As best she could in her d**gged state, shewrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and…No. It wasn’t Mark any more. It was someone else. Some guyshe didn’t know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but she was helddown by what seemed to her to be disembodied hands on hershoulders. She was lying back on the couch, legs spread as theguy fucked his cock in and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy.Involuntarily, she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips upagainst him to increase the pressure on her sensitive clit. From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair andpulled her head back and upwards. She opened her mouth to gasp inpain, and immediately a large, warm cock slid in between herthick, wet lips. She gagged slightly at this intrusion, butinstinctively began sucking at it. It tasted so good!The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after wadof warm, wet sperm into her welcoming thighs. She felt a seriesof little orgasms wrack her body as she slurped hungrily at…At…She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white spermwhich now coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn’t sure how manycocks she had sucked, but a large number of them had erupted ontoher face rather than into her mouth. The sperm felt warm andsticky as she wiped at it with her long, delicate fingers.She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind her,sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned and gruntedin pleasure, coming at the same time as cock in her pussy. Shewas still halfway through the orgasm when the cock pulled out andanother took its place.It felt so good!”Please… please… please…”Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as JenniferWatson, on her hands and knees, mouth and pussy simultaneouslystuffed with cock, her beautiful face shining with a thickcoating of sperm and drool, bucked and moaned with obviouspleasure. Jennifer Watson – the president of the ConcernedStudents for Political Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch hadfucked at least a dozen guys so far and was still going strong. That Gary! What a great idea using that d**g. Even though he was only afreshman, Gary’s actions that night had pretty much assuredhimself not only a place in the fraternity, but a place in theupper echelons. What a guy. For some reason, however, Gary hadnot wanted to take a turn with the bitch – he had even left earlywith his girlfriend Sharon – but that didn’t matter. All thatmattered now was that he get another shot as this whore beforethe d**g wore off.Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time thatnight!) as he waited for another turn with the slut. In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There wereonly ten of them! Completely spent, they sat around the room inlanguid satisfaction, watching in amazement as Jennifer Watsonlay, like some naked and fucked out whore, on the floor in thecentre of the living room. The raven haired slut lay on her back,legs spread widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still workingbusily away in her sopping cunt.What a whore.This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and Cindyas they entered the frat house. They were the girls from thenearby sorority house who had been helping plan the fund raisingSlave Auction for the pool.”What the hell?”Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer hadshown up at the party to gloat and how Gary had d**gged the bitchso she would turn into a slut. He had been afraid that they mightbe angry, but the girls seemed more amused than anything else.Jennifer had, over the last few years, fucked them over with herpolitical correctness as much as she had the fraternity.Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even satherself down beside the naked squirming girl and began playingwith Jennifer’s exposed pussy. Although not nearly as beautifulas the slut on the floor, Tammy was still very attractive in apudgy sort of way, with shoulder length blonde hair and wide,green eyes. The boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girlslid a finger in and out of the slut’s sopping pussy. A number ofthem began to get hard again. “Jennifer the campus slut,” Tammy muttered, grinning.”Jennifer the fuck-pet.” Tammy looked up at the rest of thegroup. “I like the sound of that.” Half oblivious, the subject ofTammy’s comments moaned and lifted her hips off the floor, tryingdesperately to grind her pussy into Tammy’s hand.”Please…”Everyone laughed.Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl withlong black hair and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that gave her astudious, old-fashioned appearance. Lisa was the one who alwayssaw the downside of things.”You’ve got a problem here,” she said, frowning. “This isfine now when she’s d**gged, but what about when she sobers up?”The guys looked puzzled. What about it? “She’ll cry ****,” Lisa explained.Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began to talkingloudly. Once again, it was Mark who voiced their feelings. “Butshe was willing,” he protested. “Everyone saw it.””Who do you think they’ll believe?” Lisa asked him.Mark fell silent.”She’s right,” Cindy agreed. “No one will ever believe thatshe willingly fucked all you guys.””Fuck…” Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy playedwith her pussy. Every time she was about to come, Tammy wouldpull her hand away. ” Fuck me… please…””Especially after what she did,” Becky stated, continuingthe thought. Despite the fact that Becky was a pale skinned redhead and Cindy negro, the two girls were known as the ‘twins’.The went everywhere together and were co-leaders of thecheerleading squad. “Getting your pool money confis**ted,” Cindy finished, “andgetting the Auction cancelled.”The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins wereright. When word got out, they would be lucky to stay out ofjail, never mind being kicked out of school.Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn’t stuckaround. Next time he came around…”Don’t panic,” Tammy smirked, looking up from where she saton the floor beside the squirming girl. “I think I see a way outof this…”Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust thatsuffused her body. The hand in her pussy had moved away, but shewas still able to masturbate herself. It didn’t feel as good aswhen someone else was doing it, but at least she actually broughtherself off. Jennifer hazily watched the others in the room asshe rapidly slid her fingers up and down over her pussy. Theyseemed to be talking about something… Why were they all being so serious? Why didn’t one of theboys fuck her again? She needed it so bad…”Fuck me…” she whined. “Somebody… please?”But it was no use. They were busy with something else. Oneof the girls – Lisa, her fogged mind informed her, properlyplacing the name with the face – had taken off her clothes andwas getting dressed again, this time in a different set ofclothes. Jennifer’s mind groped and struggled with an idea. Whatwas it? Then she realized: they were *her* clothes! Lisa wasgetting dressed in Jennifer’s clothing. Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slimbuild, Lisa looked something like Jennifer, at least from afar.It was funny: Lisa playing Jennifer!Still… still, a thread of unease writhed its way throughher d**g-induced haze. Almost against her will, Jennifer began topay attention to what was being said: “…car keys. Phone whenyou get there and… at airport. Make sure they see you, but nottoo…” What was happening?Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer’s clothes andjacket. The unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as anotherorgasm, smaller this time, racked her body while the door swungshut.What was going on?Another girl, the name ‘Tammy’ entered Jennifer’s groggymind, turned her attention downwards. She smiled as she noticedthat Jennifer was focusing on her. Jennifer felt another twingeof unease cut through the fading lust at that smile. She feltthat she must know this girl from somewhere. Wasn’t she…Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into anupright, sitting position. Jennifer grunted with discomfort asshe felt the now-cold sperm dribble out of her suddenly achingpussy when she sat up. “Come along, little Jennifer Fucktoy,”Tammy whispered. “Time to get dressed and go home.”Home. Something in Jennifer’s mind objected to being called’fucktoy’, but ‘home’ sounded good. Warm. Safe.With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled Jennifer’sslender arms upward, and slid the a thin top down over Jennifer’shead and over her chest. The three girls than heaved Jennifer toher unsteady feet, and pulled some sort of miniskirt up to herwaist. Jennifer squirmed, not liking the feel of the tightpolyester on her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally,Tammy reached down and strapped a pair of four inch heels ontothe feet of the weakly struggling girl.”All done,” Tammy announced, standing. “Let’s take a look.”Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on theheels, looking about the room. Everyone was staring at her. Theguys… Mark… the girls… Confused, she turned in a circle,stumbling slightly on the heels, looking about until she caughtsight of herself in a mirror.Omygod!The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror lookedlike a complete slut! She wore a tight, black polyester skirtthat barely covered four inches below the rounded bottom of herasscheeks. Likewise, the bright, pink sleeveless top clearlyrevealed the outlines of her nipples, and hung only halfway downher front, clearly exposing her stomach. The only other item ofclothing the girl was wearing was a pair of shiny black pumps.The girl’s tangled, matted hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance,as it hung down over her face, half concealing her wide, browneyes and thick, pouty lips. In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her, andthen felt the other girl’s hands reach around and cup her thinlycovered breasts.”Come along, little play-slut,” Tammy whispered in her ears,nibbling and biting between words. “Time to go home.”Home. That sounded right.Warm. Safe.Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the othergirls, unresisting, out the back door and across the parking lotto a waiting car. In fact, she couldn’t have fought back if shehad wanted to; the d**gs and alcohol made it almost impossiblefor her to walk unaided on the four inch heels, and she wasforced to lean on the other girls for support.On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a groupof guys heading in the opposite direction. Jennifer looked one ofthem in the eye and tried to ask for help, but he just smirked ather. Another guy whistled as the girls walked past.”See,” Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys movedaway. “No one will see Jennifer Watson. Just some party slut.”Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked theback door and shoved her inside with the aid of Cindy.Jennifer’s last thought before she finally passed out on theback seat where she say between Tammy and Becky – the formerstill playing with her breasts – was of home.Safe.IIWhen Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she foundherself fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by four sets ofcold metal handcuffs, each one attaching its respective wrist orankle to the four corners of the bedframe. She struggled not togive in to panic as her mind slowly replayed for her the eventsof the previous… what… evening? Jennifer had no way ofknowing how long she had been u*********s. Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despitethe d**gs and alcohol, her memory was pretty much intact: thearrival at the frathouse (for a little bit of frat-baiting); thedrinking; the strange feeling of disassociation; the… the sex (Jennifer’s stomach heaved at the thought); the trip to thecar… Then nothing.Where was she?Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face andlooked down at herself. Oh god! It was every bit as bad as she’dremembered! With the exception of the shoes – her feet were nowbare – she was still wearing the clothing in which she had leftthe party. The pink top; the miniskirt… Someone seemed to havecleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of dried cumdotting the tank top and miniskirt.She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyieldinghandcuffs just bit a little further into her wrists, addinganother layer of pain to overlay the general ache which permeatedher abused body. The captive girl moaned in agony as the slightmovement of her legs rubbed the inside of her thighs together.She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before. Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything,but could only manage a weak sound that was halfway between agroan and a sob. She shivered in misery. The after affects of thed**gs and alcohol had left her throat parched and her headaching.”Help me,” she whispered.As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered theroom, carrying with her a large bottle of mineral water.Jennifer’s parched throat seemed to swell shut at the sight ofit. “Water?” she moaned.Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottledown beside the bed – out of Jennifer’s limited reach, ofcourse – and sat down on the side of the bed.”How’s our little girl?” she asked mockingly. “Not feelingtoo good, hmm?” She reached over and ran her fingers through hercaptive’s thick black hair. “Little Jennie have too much todrink?” she cooed. “Poor Jen-Jen.”Jennifer ignored the insults. Only one thing mattered. “P-please… water.””Well, maybe a little later,” Tammy chuckled. “We have somethings to talk about first.” She moved her hands lower, draggingher short, pudgy fingers down her captive’s tear-stained cheekand then down to her barely covered breasts. Jennifer stared,wide-eyed and unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play withher firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to pullaway. Tammy, however, couldn’t help but notice these attempts toavoid her touch.”Now that’s no way to behave,” she said with mock firmness.She grasped one of Jennifer’s nipples between two fingers andsqueezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned in pain. “You’re mylittle playmate now,” the blonde said, still squeezing. “Mylittle play puss. Little playtoys don’t try to move away. Theytake what’s given to them and are thankful for it.” With one lasttwist, she released the throbbing nipple and then resumed Escort bayan toyingwith Jennifer’s breast. This time, Jennifer didn’t pull away.There was silence for a few moments as Tammy finished with thebreast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer’s stomach, underthe miniskirt, and onto the captive’s pussy. Jennifer tried toclose her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the cuffson her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as hertormentress slowly sank one… and then two thick fingers intoher raw pussy.”Please… Tammy,” she begged, voice hoarse and dusty.”Don’t…”Tammy smirked at her. “Don’t you remember me little Jennie?”she asked, fingers still inserted. “You must.”Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy byname, but not…”I was the person who represented this sorority at thehearing last year,” the blonde explained, “during the inquiryinto racial equality in campus organizations.” She slowly beganto move her fingers in and out of her captive’s painful, fuckedout pussy. “You remember. That was the inquiry where it wasdetermined that our sorority didn’t have a large enoughrepresentation of visible minorities,” Tammy continued, “and ourfunding was cut off by sixty percent.” By now, Jennifer washaving trouble following Tammy’s words, as the other girl’sfingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. Sheremembered the inquiry though; it had been her idea… “That’s this sorority. That’s why our house is only abouthalf full. That’s why we have plenty of room to keep you here foras long as we want.” Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers free ofJennifer’s pussy.”Ahh…” Jennifer’s hips bucked with pain.”So you’re going to make it up to us,” Tammy finished. “Tome. You’re going to be the house pussy slave.” Tammy reachedover, opened the bottle, and took a long slow drink of water. Herwords slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched her drink. Pussy slave! Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the capback on. “And what’s more,” she continued, “you’re going to helpreplace the money that was confis**ted for the pool at Phi PhiPhi. We’ve arranged a little part time job for you.”Jennifer tried to say something… to question what washappening, but her throat was too parched to let out anything buta hoarse cough. And her head ached so much!Tammy stood. “Well,” she said sweetly, “I’ve given you a lotto think about right now. We’ll talk more later.” The girl turnedand walked out of the room. The bottle of water, on the otherhand, was left on a side table, just out of Jennifer’s reach.She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or itcould have been days before the door opened again. Jennifer hadno way of measuring time other than by the slow, steady increasein torment as her bound body became more and more dehydrated. Herwrists and ankles had been rubbed red and raw by her frenziedattempts to get loose – to reach the precious bottle of watersitting beside the bed – but it had been no use. She was stillchained firmly in position on the bed when Tammy finally re-entered the room.”How are we doing pet?” the girl asked.Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes. “W-wat… er,” she croaked, voice dusty and dry.Tammy smiled nastily. “Water?” she asked, all innocent. “Areyou getting thirsty?”Jennifer nodded weakly.”Well then,” Tammy said cheerfully, “I’ll give you somewater, but you’ll have to do something for me first.”Jennifer just stared at her.Waiting.”Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the othernight,” Tammy told her, “I’ve been a little hot. All thatdelicious sex…” The girl sighed wistfully. “And none for me.”She sat down on the side of the bed and slipped a hand under thepink top. Jennifer didn’t pull away. She’d learned that lesson.”So,” she continued, “I was just thinking… wouldn’t it be niceto have a little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? Anice, obedient little play puss to give me the tongue whenever Iwant it.” Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The d**g-induced sexwith the boys had been a nightmare, but this… this was sick.She wasn’t a lesbian! (Not that she didn’t support the lifestylechoices made by…) “I’m sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the samething,” Tammy continued. Jennifer coughed out an answer. “N…no.” Never.Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl’sbreast. “Well,” she said, “If you’re going to be unreasonable,I’ll just have to come back and talk to you about it later.” Sheslid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door behind her.”N… no,” Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed beforeanyone came back into the room. It must have been days. She hadtried to hold it, but had finally admitted defeat as her swollenbladder gave way and the beer-piss that had been building up forthe last few hours had sprayed out, soaking the bed and her upperlegs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had long since driedoff her thighs, but the smell was maddening.”Pee yew” Tammy muttered as she entered the room. “Haslittle Jennie had an accident?” Jennifer’s face burned withmortification. It hadn’t been her fault, but some instinct thathad been bred into her since her c***dhood toilet-training keptchanting her guilt over and over to her. She had been a bad girl.She had done a bad thing.”It sure does smell like it,” came another voice. Not Tammy.It was Lisa, the tall dark haired girl who had dressed up inJennifer’s clothing and taken her car. In fact, she was stillwearing Jennifer’s clothes. Jennifer’s eyes struggled to musterthe non-existent moisture necessary to create tears at the sightof these relics of her life before the events of the party. Notears though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her. “Well pet?” she asked. “Ready to begin?”Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours, ever since she had voided herself on the bed. That had been thefinal blow; she knew that she would do whatever they said. Atleast until she had a chance to get free. Anything for some water.Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. “I told you,”she said. “We’ll see,” Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair backfrom her face. “She hasn’t done anything yet.” The girl bent overand began pulling down her – Jennifer’s – slacks.”She will,” Tammy said confidently.In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was nakedfrom the waist down. Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but wasunable to turn away. She watched in horrified fascination as thegirl stretched her long, thin legs, climbed on the bed, andstraddled Jennifer’s face with her thighs. Lisa’s pussy, thickwith tangled black hair, was soon directly above her mouth. Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered bythe smell of pussy. “I can’t believe she’s gonna do this,” Lisa predictedpessimistically.”Just a second,” Tammy said. The blonde opened the waterbottle, poured some of the liquid onto her palm, and quicklysplashed it over her friend’s pussy. A few drops fell free andlanded on Jennifer’s face. The captive girl swallowed as best shecould, but a good portion of the water glistened invitingly inLisa’s pussy hair.Jennifer moaned. Not enough. Not nearly enough water. “Do it,” Tammy said. “Jam your snatch in her ugly face.”Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotchonto Jennifer’s face, jamming her pussy over the girl’s nose andmouth. At first, Jennifer kept her mouth firmly closed, revoltedby the sight and smell of the other girl’s pussy. She justcouldn’t do it; she couldn’t! But, a few moments later, the feelof the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and extendher tongue. Water! Tammy had splashed Lisa’s crotch with precious water.Jennifer – slowly at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm -thrust her tongue out between her parched lips and began to lick.The taste of the water overcame all inhibitions. Within moments,she was slurping away loudly at Lisa’s cunt, her dry tonguescr****g along the outside of Lisa’s pussy.”She’s doing it,” the girl cried, excited. “She’s licking mypussy. The little slut.” Lisa, excited by the captive’sobedience, let out a moan of intense pleasure as she reached upto fondle her own tits. “Harder,” she moaned, grinding hersopping pussy into the unwilling girl’s face.Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsionwashed over her while Lisa gasped and writhed on her face. Butshe couldn’t help herself. She had to have moisture! The waterwas gone now, but Lisa’s pussy was beginning to produce juices ofits own. Still parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away, obliviousof all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on topof her face.Nothing else mattered.Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering,intense orgasm and climbed slowly off the bed, Jennifer wasshocked to find more girls in the room. It was Becky and Cindy.The twins. Cindy held a camera.”You’re next,” Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. Theslender redhead needed no further encouragement. Already naked,she giggled as she climbed aboard, small tits bobbing merrily. Anatural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was forced to lick and suckthe girl to climax, all the time desperately slurping up anddrinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy juice. An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindywas capturing the entire event on film, but Jennifer didn’t careany more. Her whole world was focused on the tight, wet pussybeing ground into her face. She needed the liquid.Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as theblack girl climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly pussy in thecaptive’s face, but she soon started lapping away withenthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two girls. Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive’s face. By now,Jennifer was no longer revolted by the other girls’ pussies. Theywere just a source of nourishment. She even moaned in frustrationwhen Tammy, after coming twice, loudly, climbed off.Involuntarily, Jennifer raised her head off the pillow in a vainattempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy juice fromTammy’s dripping pussy. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted more. Not sexualpleasure, as she had felt none, but moisture. Sweet moisture…Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, movingaround the bed to capture the scene from a number of differentangles. Their captive’s hair was once again (as it had been atthe pool party) matted down onto her sweaty forehead, this timestuck down with pussy juice rather than sperm. In fact, thegirl’s entire face shone red with the exertion and results of herefforts.”Look,” Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue asfar out of her mouth as she could, and was running it desperatelyover as much of her face as she could manage, still trying tocapture whatever moisture that was available. Laughing andgiggling, the four girls watched for a while, fascinated, untilTammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind them.Finally, it was just her and Jennifer alone again.”There, little puss sucker,” Tammy smirked. “That wasn’t sobad, was it?” Jennifer had given up trying to suck in any morepussy juice and just lay there, staring upwards with hatred.Control had returned, and with it an intense hatred for theperson who had so degraded her. The blonde girl, however, wasunimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her captive’sforehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought itdown to the older girl’s lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten.As was pride. Almost against her will, Jennifer opened her red,swollen lips and accepted Tammy’s juice-covered finger in hermouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked the moisture offof it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the process untilJennifer’s face had more or less been sc****d dry and Jenniferlay still, hoarse and panting with humiliation.She needed more.”Don’t be greedy now,” Tammy cautioned as Jenniferlaboriously turned her head and gazed longingly at the bottle ofwater. “There’ll be plenty more pussy juice for you soon.” Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm andallowed the older girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so, but thistime she was keenly aware of her humiliation: lapping water outof this bitch’s hand like some dog. Nevertheless…Finally, Tammy stood up to go.”Wait,” Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated withmoisture. “What’s… h-how long are you going to keep me here?You can’t just…” She let the thought trail off, unspoken. Could they?Tammy smiled down at her. “Why, just until you earn back themoney you had taken from the boys; for their pool.”Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a briefstruggle, the puzzlement won out; there wasn’t much point inventing her anger while she was fastened down so securely. “But… how?””Don’t you worry about that, little play-puss,” Tammy cooed.”It’s all arranged. You start training for your new jobtomorrow.” With that, the blonde coed turned out the lights andleft the room.”Wait…”The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken inenough moisture to form tears, began to cry.IIIThe job, it turned out, was stripping.The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim. KimLoo. She worked as a recruiter and trainer for a chain of’gentleman’s clubs’ across the country. In particular, she workedfor the local club of the chain: ‘Pussywillows’, located innearby Point Hope. Tammy had met her there during the ‘end of theschool year’ celebrations after her first year of college.Evidently, they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer towork at the club. At least, if Kim wanted her.And it seemed she did.Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo hadshown up at the sorority the morning after the captive’s firstsession of pussy sucking. The girls had gotten her to repeat herduties that morning, but had been meticulous in getting hercleaned up for her ‘audition’. Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared backfrom the bed with wide, confused eyes, still dressed in the pinktop and miniskirt in which she had left the pool party. Theoriental woman was careful not to show any emotion as she stareddown at Jennifer with impenetrable black eyes, but she knewinstantly that this girl would be perfect for the club.Pussywillows specialized in fresh new talent, its patronspreferring the slightly hesitant and embarrassed newcomers overthe more experienced professionals. As well, the professionalsknew better than to hook up with a place like Pussywillows, as itwas more than stripjoint. Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the womanhad turned to Tammy.”She’ll do.” That was all. The woman turned and walked outof the bedroom.”What’s going on?” Jennifer whined, thoroughly frightened.”She’s going to be your new boss,” Tammy explainedgleefully. “And trainer. You start next week at Pussywillow’s inPoint Hope.”Jennifer’s eyes widened with shock and she chocked back acry. She knew all about that place. In fact, she had spent muchof the previous summer picketing in front of it, and gatheringsignatures on a petition to have it shut down. It was one of herfew unsuccessful causes.That was enough.”No way,” she stated. “No fuckin’ way I’m doing it.”Jennifer began to struggle with her bonds. “Now let me loose youbitch.” She thrashed about on the bed, but to no avail.Tammy just smiled. A nasty smile. “I think,” the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes sparklingwith malice, “that it’s time to show you something. Ademonstration.” She walked to the other side of the room, bentover, and slid open a battered wooden drawer. When shestraightened up, she held in her hand a metal rod, about two feetin length, with a plastic handle on one end and a small bulb onthe other. A small red switch sat beside a plastic dial on thehandle.”This,” she announced happily, “is a cattle prod.” Jenniferstared in horrified fascination as Tammy walked up to the side ofthe bed. “I’m going to give you a jolt on low power, just to giveyou a taste of it. If I have to use it again, however, it will beturned to full.” She flicked the switch. The rod emitted a lowhumming sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive’s faceand then lowered it to Jennifer’s stomach.Jennifer shook her head. “No… NOOOOO……”Pain.The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond anythingJennifer had ever imagined a human being could experience andstill survive that she was for a moment utterly certain that shehad somehow spontaneously burst into flames and was beingconsumed by the fire. Indeed, she was shocked to find herselfintact when the burning finally died down.Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer’s eyes were wildwith pain and her quivering lower chin was covered withglistening spittle from where she had virtually foamed at themouth. That should do it.”That was on low power,” she reiterated. “Next time it’s onfull. If you continue to misbehave, you’ll become rather…intimate with it.” Tammy paused to let her words sink in. “Do you understand?”Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks ofthe jolt, nodded her head in emphatic agreement. She wascertain – she knew – that she could not survive a jolt at fullpower. It would surely kill her.Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have doneits job. Turning, she called out: “Becky. Cindy.” The twinsappeared in the doorway and entered the room. “Get her ready forher first lesson,” Tammy ordered.It was to be the first of many.The lessons took place in the sorority common room.For about three hours every morning and then everyafternoon, Kim taught Jennifer the rudiments of stripping. Atfirst, she kept her clothes on. Kim taught her how to stretch andmove her sleek body to show off most effectively her various’assets’ (as Kim called them). She learned to bump and grind hercrotch in an obscene circular motion; how to prance with grace onthe four inch pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jenniferwas taught how to swing her narrow hips in a sexy manner; how tomove in a way that caused her tits to bounce up and down on herchest just so. In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.When the ‘basics’ were over, Kim started in on the actualstripping. Against her will – but enthusiastically, under threatof the cattle prod – she learned how to remove her variousarticles of clothing, one by one, in way calculated to drive menwild. Again and again, the mortified girl was forced to strut herstuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and slowly…teasingly… strip down to nothing. Once naked, she wasinstructed in the ‘fine art’ of showing off some of the usuallyhidden parts of her body: slipping her hands under her firmtitties and pushing upwards; crouching with legs spread to showoff her pussy; turning, back to the audience, spreading her legsand bending at the waist…When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on theactual stripping, Jennifer was shown some other necessary skillsfor her new role in life: the oriental woman demonstrated how toapply thick layers of what was almost stage makeup for use underthe bright lights of the catwalk; how to pout like a spoiled slutand run her pink tongue over her now bright, red lips. How toblow sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She wasshown how to tease her own nipples – after, of course, they hadbeen suitably rouged – so that they stood proud and firm on herchest.Day after day she practised…The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost onJennifer. The fact that she – a person who had dedicated her lifeto eradicating such sexist, male-gratifying images – was forcedto learn how to behave like some adolescent fantasy-slut droveher wild with frustration and anger.But there was nothing she could do.Absolutely nothing.She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in thesecond lesson. Smiling a sadistic little smile, Tammy had takenthe now crying girl into the bedroom and, without saying a word,had used the cattle prod on her. At full force. As promised.When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer foundherself alone in the room, curled half naked into a fetalposition on the floor. She knew what she had to do. Sobbing withpain and humiliation, she pushed herself to her feet,straightened her meagre clothing, and stumbled back into thecommon room to continue the lesson.Kim had been waiting for her.And the lessons resumed.The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of hertime at the sorority house training her new employee. She hadother duties. She had, however, left certain instructions whichthe girls followed with enthusiasm. For example, when she was notactively engaged in a particular lesson, Jennifer was to be keptin Bayan escort full ‘slut dress’ – tight miniskirts; wispy tops; plasticpumps; heavy makeup – in order to practice and become accustomedto her new role in life. Thus, for the full two weeks of hertraining, Jennifer was forced to prance around in full makeup andwore nothing but short, tight miniskirts, revealing tops and highheels. Before long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot slut becamesecond nature to her.But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod,their unwilling trainee was only allowed to speak either in abreathy whisper – Tammy had forced her to practice it for hourson end – which the girls referred to as her ‘sex kitten voice’,or in a high, nasal whine (the ‘bimbo’ voice). In either case,she was not allowed to use words of greater than two syllables.At first, Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new voices,and the girls were ‘forced’ to administer a number of humiliatingspankings during which their captive was forced to thank themafter each swat – in the appropriate voice, of course – andapologize for her disobedience. With such encouragement, Jenniferwas soon able to maintain the voices without conscious thought,but the limit of two syllables made it difficult for her toarticulate any sort of complex thought. Soon, she was speakingonly in short, simple sentences.Evenings, of course, she was required to service the girls,and she quickly became quite proficient at pussy sucking. Thethought of being required to slurp the other girl’s pussies everynight soon lost its terror, and more than once she became quiteangry at herself when she involuntarily felt a flush of pleasurewhen Lisa complimented her. ‘First chance,’ she told herself,face buried deep in the other girl’s pussy, ‘and I’m out ofhere.’ That chance, however, never seemed to come.Still, Tammy wanted more.After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with alarge black dildo. “You’re always going on about how the blacksare treated on campus,” the blonde coed laughed. “Put your pussywhere your mouth is.” She threw the massive object onto the bedbeside the older girl. Jennifer, naked except for her shiny blackpumps and a black pushup bra, looked warily at the thing as shesat on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten incheslong. They couldn’t…Tammy, sensing the older girl’s hesitation, walked over andpicked up the ever present cattle prod. “Do it,” she orderedmenacingly. Trembling, Jennifer reached over the grasped themassive black dildo. “Now,” Tammy continued, “lean back againstthe pillow and start fucking yourself with it.”Jennifer looked up. “T-Tammy…” The other girl sighed andflicked on the cattle prod. The low, electric hum immediatelyfilled the room with the promise of pain. That was enough forJennifer. Hastily, she lay back against the pillow, spread herlegs and began inserting the dildo.”What’s up?” It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.”The slut here’s been complaining that she doesn’t getenough cock,” Tammy smirked. “Isn’t that right?”Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was stilltrying to force the dildo inside her stretched pussy. About halfof is had now disappeared from view.”Say it.” Tammy waved the cattle prod.”I… I w-wanted some c-cock,” Jennifer groaned, as anotherinch was sucked inside.The twins giggled. “I’ll get my camera,” Cindy cried,running out of the room. Tammy, laughing, walked over to the sideof the bed. “C’mon little fuckpet,” she cooed. “Get it in…that’s right.” By the time Cindy returned with her camera,Jennifer had finally managed to encompass the entire dildo, andwas just beginning – on Tammy’s instructions – to start slidingit in and out. Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer’snipples, but Tammy caller her away. “Let her do that,” shestated. Becky pulled away. “OK Jennie Cockslave,” the blondesaid, “start putting on a show. Rub your little titties and playwith yourself until you make us believe that you’ve had anorgasm.” Jennifer turned beet red with embarrassment, but did asshe was told.Tammy was holding the cattle prod.And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling withtension, Jennifer began to masturbate in earnest. She closed hereyes and began thinking about… about anything other than whereshe was; about being with a boy. A nice boy. A boy who wouldtreat her with respect; who would realize that she too was a realperson with goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who wouldmake long, tender love to her…Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussyjuices started flowing, and for the first time since the poolparty, she began to feel some sexual pleasure. The large blackdildo, now glistening, slid in and out… in and out, while sheteased her own nipples through the sheer bra. Her brightlypainted lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure asthe cock drove her higher… higher… higher… Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over andthrough her body, washing away the long days and hours ofhumiliation and suffering. She felt warm and…Then she opened her eyes.Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams, shesaw herself, stretched half naked on a bed, legs spread wide anda large, black dildo stuck halfway up her pussy, while Tammy andthe twins – Cindy with the camera – looked on and laughed. “What’s with the slut?” It was Lisa, who had just enteredthe room. “She gettin’ off?”And, for only the second time since she had been a*****edfrom the pool party, Jennifer began to cry in front of hercaptors…Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on ashow for the sorority girls. Usually with the black dildo, butsometimes with other objects such as bottles or flashlights.Usually up her pussy, but not always. Many nights found her lyingwith her ankles chained up around her ears, running the dildo inand out of her tightly stretched asshole.She never came again, but soon became adept at faking sexualexcitement. And the girls didn’t care. It was even more degradingwhen their captive’s moans and grunts of pleasure were entirelyput on…Still Tammy wanted more.One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy; along, pink dildo strapped to her crotch. First, she had Jennifergive her a blowjob. The older girl had balked at first, but shesoon found herself on her knees in front of the pudgy blonde,running her thick, pouty lips up and down the plastic cock. “Tellme how much you love it,” Tammy ordered, running the cattle prodlightly along Jennifer’s naked back. “Mmmm…” Jennifer moaned obediently, “I love to suck cock.Give it to me. S-slide it into my mouth…” The girls liked this,and forced her to continue, switching back and forth from the’bimbo’ voice to the ‘sex kitten’ voice. Cindy took numerouspictures as Jennifer slaved over the plastic cock, running herslender fingers up and down its spit glistening surface andsucking it deep into her throat.After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the bedand climbed on top. The other girls laughed and clapped withamusement as the blonde ringleader spread Jennifer’s legs andbegan to fuck her with the dildo. Jennifer didn’t resist – shedidn’t dare – but that was not enough. Tammy wanted activeparticipation. A few slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably,the threat of the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and gruntinglike an experienced whore as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo inand out of her pussy. Afterwards, the girls all had to give it atry, each one insisting that Jennifer react as if overcome bylust. In this manner, Jennifer was trained to fake an orgasm;going over it again and again until the girls agreed that she hadit right. Soon, despite the fact that the sex with the dildo gaveher no pleasure at all, Jennifer was bucking, moaning andscreaming out orgasms like a porn star. Like the rest of her slutbehaviour, it became second nature to her.But Tammy wanted more.Anal sex.The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod forthe third time when Jennifer objected to being sodomized with theenormous phallus. As usual, it had proved an effective tool: thenext night found Jennifer sitting on Tammy’s lap, riding thegreased plastic dildo up and down her anal passage. All the timemauling her own breasts, moaning and whining like it was the bestthing she had ever felt.By this time, the girls were regularly filming these littletraining sessions. Jennifer didn’t object. She didn’t dare.Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kimdecided that Jennifer was ready for work. As a prelude, Tammy setup a ‘coming out’ party, inviting the boys from Phi Phi Phi towitness the results of their hard work.Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the doorby a vastly changed Jennifer. Not the clothing: she was stillwearing the same polyester miniskirt, pink top and high heels hehad last seen her in at the pool party. That was the same. Buteverything else… it was like night and day. This Jennifer – theone who opened the door – gazed up at him with wide, adoringeyes. This Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, poutylips before asking him, in a deep, breathy voice: “Come in. CanJennie take your coat?” (Even now, Jennifer couldn’t help butblush in helpless embarrassment at this final humiliation – Tammyhad decreed that she was no longer to refer to herself in thefirst person.) This Jennifer flounced away, jacket in hand, withher hips swinging back in forth in an inviting fashion. This wasnot the president of the Concerned Students for PoliticalCorrectness; this was one hot slut!By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark wascomfortably seated on a large chair in the common room. The newJennifer – Jennie she was called now, Jennie Fucktoy – hadgreeted each one of the guests individually – some with long,deep kisses – and was now busily serving drinks. An orientalwoman – must be Kim, he realized, remembering his conversationswith Tammy, from the club – was given a position of honour rightat the front of the room. Directly in front of the cleared areathat would serve as a makeshift stage, she would have the bestview of the upcoming show.Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of theroom by the twins and Tammy walked to the front of the impromptustage and called loudly for attention.”Ok everyone,” she called out. “Listen up.” The room quicklyfell silent. “Tonight,” she stated in a mock announcer’s voice,”it is my pleasure to present BCN’s very own Campus Boy-Toy; ourvery own sex bitch and pussy-sucker: Jennie Fucktoy!”Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-stageportion of the room while a slow, raunchy blues number cranked upthrough a pair of old speakers behind the stage. After a fewmoments, Jennifer appeared on stage. The new Jennifer.Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jenniferfelt like she was about to throw up. She had considered trying toslip out the back, but Becky and Cindy were keeping a close eyeon her. And, of course, the threat of the cattle prod was apotent one. She was simply unwilling to risk the cost of anunsuccessful attempt to escape.”…Jennie Fucktoy!”Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.Showtime.Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath andwalked onstage.Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as Jennifer -no; Jennie Fucktoy – appeared onstage. He couldn’t believe thatthis was the same bitch who had given them so much grief oncampus over the last four years. This girl – this slut – walkedslowly towards the front of the stage; lips parted in anappealing pout; long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass;hips swinging… It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentiveJennifer Watson who had crashed his party a couple of weeks ago?He felt his cock harden as the bitch-slut on stage strutted herstuff back and forth in time with the music…Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls – the mad,leering faces – as she went through the routine. She had beenthrough it a hundred times before, but never with an audience.She felt her hardened nipples (thirty seconds of rubbing had doneit backstage) push against the front of her thin, pink top as shestrutted across the stage. Almost too late, she remembered tolick her lips and smile at the audience… The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through hermind…Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they calledher was unfuckingbleievable. What a babe! She was presentlycrouched down in the centre of the stage, legs spread and pussyclearly visible between her thighs.Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in theforefront of her mind, trying to ignore all else: straighten up,twirl and bend (wiggle your ass); unfasten the top while back isto the audience (smile over your shoulder); drop top, turn, pushbreasts up, fondle (lick your lips and smile); let tits go,wiggle back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile); reachdown and insert thumbs in waistband of miniskirt…Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly. Theboys were going wild as Jennie Fucktoy, now totally naked exceptfor the pumps, stretched her legs and ran her hands up and downthe outside of her pussy. Tammy had wanted to take it farther,actually make her masturbate herself with the black dildo, butKim had turned down that idea: no penetration. At least not in this state.Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie wasleft standing, naked and glistening with sweat as the boyslaughed and cheered. Tammy glanced over at Kim who had quicklystood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and walked past the pantingJennie and into the kitchen. Tammy walked on stage, grabbed thestunned Jennie by the arm, and dragged her, stumbling in thepumps, back into the kitchen.Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on thetable beside a pen. Still naked, Jennifer stared blankly at thepaper. What did they want her to do?Then Tammy began to speak: “It’s a contract,” she explained.”Between you, me and Pussywillows. For your job.” Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One particularphrase jumped out at her. Three months. THREE MONTHS. She lookedover at the girl who held her by the arm. “T-Three months?” sheasked, still speaking in the low breathy voice. “I… Jennieworks three months?””Bimbo voice,” Tammy ordered.Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time inhigh, ditzy voice.This time Tammy nodded. “That’s right. After that, you’llhave paid back the money we lost for the pool.” It wasn’t much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that smallbit of hope. There was an end in sight. A way out.Three months…Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It wasdifficult to handle, as she was still unused to the long, brightred nails that had been glued to her own fingernails, but shemanaged to sign her name in a shaky scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbedthe pen and signed her own name. Kim, less anxiously, added herown name to the document.The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she pocketedthe pen. She looked over at Tammy who was openly grinning. “Haveher at the club by noon tomorrow.” That said, she turned and leftthe room.Tammy turned to Jennie. “Well Jennie,” she laughed. “You’reall set. Just one more thing?”Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly be?Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were stillclapping and cheering. “You’ve got an adoring audience tosatisfy,” she explained. Jennifer started to protest, but Tammyjust grabbed the older girl’s face and dragged it closer. “And,”she continued, “if I hear of one complaint – just one guy whothinks that you aren’t enjoying the gang banging you’re about toget – you’ll spend the night with the cattle prod turned on tofull power and stuffed up your cunt. Do you understand?”Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the haplessgirl back into the common room. The cheering rose to newheights…IVKim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employeelooked around, slightly confused, at the murky inside of theclub. She didn’t look happy. And why should she? Pussywillowswasn’t much to look at during the day: the florescent work lightshighlighted the same seediness that lent the nightclub a sense ofattractive danger when the lights were low. And besides, with theattractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed cheap formicatables and cracked, fake leather seats?Kim loved her job. Particularly at moments like these, when some stuckup richyoung college bitch – the kind of bitch who had treated her andher family like shit all her life – began her career as an’exotic dancer’. Most of them came more or less willingly,needing money – often for d**gs – or just being attracted to the’glamorous’ lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls aroundwilling to strip – or whatever – if the price was right. Asituation like this, however, with a girl like Jennifer, that wasthe best. Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer – thepicketing; the chanting students; the publicity… The chance topay back the leader of that particular episode was not one to bemissed. The possibilities…Well. Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face cleanof expression. It wouldn’t do to let the girls see her trueemotions; it would weaken her control over them if they realizedthat the ‘dragon lady’ had feelings and emotions just like theydid. What would happen would happen.”Here she is,” Tammy announced. The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by thearm while her three confederates trailed along behind. In herother hand, held flat against her leg, was the cattle prod.Needless to say, Jennifer had been well behaved on the trip overfrom Bakersville. The four girls had taken turns getting theirpussies eaten out in the back of the car.”Signed, sealed and delivered.” The short blonde girl gave ashove, sending Jennifer stumbling forward. She was dressed in herby now usual slutware: tight black skirt, thin top, four inchheels and overdone makeup. She looked frightened.Perfect.”Good,” Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. “We will take herfrom here.” She gestured to another girl who had just entered theclub. “Sue,” she ordered. “This is the new girl. Jennie. Show heraround and get her ready.” Sue, a statuesque blonde girl,gestured for Jennifer to follow, but before Jennifer could obey,Kim grabbed her tightly by her teased-up black hair and jerkedher face around.”What do you say?” the oriental woman asked, voice calm.Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what wasrequired of her. “T-thank you Ms Loo,” she answered, still in thelow, sexy voice the girls had forced on her. The trainer noddedin satisfaction and released Jennifer’s hair. Sue, smirking,walked away and Jennifer followed. Kim was pleased to note thatthe girl swung her hips widely back and forth in a sexy manner asshe walked. These girls had done some good work. Nevertheless…”Is there anything more?” she asked, turning back to Tammy.”Uhmm…” The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss.”The… uh, money…””You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her onTuesday morning,” Kim stated evenly. “That was the deal. Herearnings each week will be waiting with her on Sunday. In cash.”Tammy nodded. “Fine,” she said, backing away. “But you don’tmind if we drop by just to… watch.” Tammy blushed slightly atthis last statement.Inwardly, Kim sneered. “You may come whenever you wish,” sheanswered, her tone revealing nothing of the contempt she felt forthese girls. She would like nothing better than to get control ofall of them… but, she had to be realistic.Jennifer was enough.For now.As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Notwell, but they had been classmates in their first year at BCN.Beyond that, however, they had nothing in common. Jennifer’sfamily was rich, whereas Sue, a tall blonde girl with large,bouncing tits, had come from a poor family. In fact, she had atfirst drifted into exotic dancing as a way of earning extra moneyto help her through school. It had been so easy in the beginning:a stag here, an out of town convention there… everything hadgone well until she had made the mistake of working a bachelorparty at which a fellow student attended. Word quickly gotaround, and before long her life at the college was made a miseryof pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and innuendo. By the end ofher first year at BCN, she was generally regarded with contemptby the other students, ignored and ridiculed by the girls andtreated like a whore in open season by the guys.She didn’t return for a second year.The full time stripping just followed naturally afterwards.She wouldn’t return home to admit defeat. Working in hamburgerjoints just didn’t pay. Escort So what else was there?Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt forherself and the life she had chosen. A contempt she knew would beshared by her friends and family back home if they were ever tofind out how low she’d sunk. The only excuse she had – the onlyreason she could live with herself and what she had become – washer family’s poverty. She made the best money she could, andevery week sent some of it home to her family. And that was why,when faced with what she believed to be a rich slut like Jenniferwho didn’t have to strip for a living but instead chose to do it,Sue quickly felt a deep and abiding hatred.”This is the change room,” she explained roughly. “We do sixroutines a night. All changes will be done here.”The rich slut nodded.Bitch.Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the stageentrance. “This is the catwalk where you’ll do the show.” She shoved open the door and walked onstage. Jennifer followed. Thecatwalk was a long, thin stage with a row of footlights aroundits perimeter. A shiny metal pole ran from the floor in thecentre of the stage to a slot in the ceiling.Sue gestured to the rest of the club. “Between routines,”she said, “you’ll be expected to ‘mingle’ with the customers.”Jennifer looked puzzled. “Mingle?” she asked, in her lowsexy voice.Sue sneered. As if the slut didn’t know. “Yeah,” she gruntedin response. “Mingle. You know: be friendly.” Jennifer started to say something else, but before she couldfigure out how to articulate it in words of less than twosyllables, the other girl had started to walk away. Jennifertried to frown, but it came out more of a pout as a result of theway her face was made up. Sighing prettily, she flounced afterher guide, just as she had been trained to do. The tall blondeled her through a opening at the back of the club and into ashort hallway with a series of doors. She walked to the last oneon the left and opened it.”This is where you’ll be sleeping during the week,” sheannounced. “When you’re not…”Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room (reallynothing more than a large closet with a bed), stopped listeningas the other girl droned on. She felt like she was about to cry.The clothes… the club… she had to get out of here!”…tonight at nine.”Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl. “Doyou understand?”Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape, quicklynodded. One lesson she had learned well over the last few weekswas that she must always to agree with whatever anybody saidabout anything. Just smile prettily and nod.Sue wasn’t impressed. She just grunted and left the room.Alone for the first time in hours, Jennifer sank down onto thebed to relieve the pressure on her feet. She had become somewhatproficient in getting around on the high heels, but her feetalways ached.’I’ve got to get out of here,’ she told herself.*****If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no meansa certainty), it was strip joints. And strippers. Or, as he andhis friends at the meat packing plant called them, peelers. Andthis new girl – Jennie Fucktoy she called herself – was one thebest. He had sat spellbound through her first two shows, blearyeyes wide and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair, watchingappreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of hisappreciative eyes. Talk about new talent! This babe was loaded with it.He had been disappointed when she hadn’t appeared out in theclub after the first show, but he hadn’t given up hope. The othergirls came out, so he figured she would too. Sure enough, hisvigilance paid off soon after her second routine. There she was,face and upper chest still covered with a faint sheen ofperspiration as she walked slowly out of the dressing room door. Butch was there before she had taken two steps.She had been surprised. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as she had expected.Humiliating, yes, but not as much as the strip tease she had beenforced to perform at the sorority house. Here, no one knew her.She was anonymous. And the overdone slut makeup, so humiliatingand degrading, had acted as a kind of mask. Those laughing,jeering men in the audience… they never really saw her. She wasjust a thing, a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering torchof their fantasies. On stage, with the footlights creating a merelurching silhouette of the beer swilling crowd, she could imagineherself above it all. Pure.Distant.Untouchable.”I’m Butch,” came a gravely voice from directly in front ofher. Startled from her thoughts, Jennifer looked up to see a fat,thick-lipped man in a dirty jean jacket and baseball cap.”Uhh…” Mingle?”I sure like your show,” he drawled, face creased by a wide,gap-toothed grin. “Your tits are real nice.” “Uhmm… thanks.” Jennifer fought to maintain a friendlysmile on her face. Kim had made it clear what would happen ifthere were any complaints about her.If possible, the man’s grin grew even wider.”Buy you a drink?” he asked.”Uhmm… thanks.”Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body atthe sound of her voice. So deep and… and sexy. By god, shesounded like she needed a good fucking right here and now. Still,first things first.”Buy you a drink?” he asked.”I’d love that,” she answered. Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to be incontrol. This asshole was so much in lust with her he’d probablydo almost anything just to get her to sit with him. What a jerk. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as difficult as she’d thought.Kim wandered back into the club. She’d stayed to catchJennifer’s first show – not bad for a beginner, but there hadbeen a few things that could be improved upon – and had then leftfor dinner. She looked around the club, and her gaze immediatelyfell upon the table where Jennifer sat with some fat geek in abaseball cap. Oh yes!Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from herlips as she approached the table. Time to tell the girl about theother part of her job.Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the table.”Good evening,” the oriental greeted Butch, “I’m the managerof this club. Are you having a good time?”Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!Kim gestured at Jennifer. “Do you like her?””Yes ma’am,” came the answer. “I surely do.””Well… she’s quite the little slut,” Kim said, in a normaltone of voice. “Aren’t you dear?”Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear. “YesMs Loo,” she answered, “I am a… a slut.” Kim just stared insilence. Jennifer almost bolted in panic. What had she… Oh.”Jennie,” she corrected herself, overdoing the sexy voice to makeup for her lapse, “is a slut. A hot little s-slut.” Sick to herstomach, she looked over at Butch who was staring at her with hismouth wide open.”And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?” Kimasked. Jennifer felt her heart start pounding like it was goingto burst out of her chest. A whore. She was being turned into a whore! She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of whatthose girls had done to her. When she got out of here…No. “Oh yes,” she answered, giggling slightly. “I’d like that alot.” Kim turned to Butch. “Normally,” she said, “I charge ahundred for her. But just for tonight, you can have her fortwenty. Is that satisfactory?”Once again, Butch’s head almost popped off from nodding sohard. The fat man reached into the pocket of his greasy jeanjacket and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. Kim took hismoney and then herded the two of them to Jennie’s workroom, withits dingy little bed.”Be quick now,” she called after them as she closed thedoor, “she had to be back onstage in fifteen minutes.”From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and shiningtits together for the pleasure of the cheering onlookers, SueJacobs saw Jennifer disappear through the door with Butch.’Slut,’ she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing herpussy up and down against the metal pole. Most girls didn’t startturning tricks for at least a couple of months.In the little bedroom, Jennifer’s training once again camein handy as Butch trailed a thin line of drool down onto herchest while he pumped his thick, greasy cock in and out of herpussy. She’d managed to spend a few second rubbing her clit -while Butch watched, eyes wide – before the actual sex, so itwasn’t as painful as it might have been. Still, the bucking andgrinding… the moans of lust… the panting… the lips-slightly-parted-tongue-poking-out look of lust as he mauled hertits and rammed his cock in and out of her…It was all training.Kim had been certain that he wouldn’t last long, and she wasnot proved wrong. Within ten minutes, Butch stumbled out of thelittle room and staggered off towards the bar, no doubt to do alittle bragging. Well… let him. It wasn’t every day agreaseball like him got to fuck a high class whore like Jennifer.Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on thebed. Mercilessly, she reached down and slapped the girl sternlyacross the face. “You’re on stage in five minutes,” she statedangrily. “Get ready.”Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and scamperedout of the room.Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt quiteso distant. Quite so untouchable. She now knew that the men outthere were not just passive observers; they had the right to buyher and use her as they wished. She was up there on stage not forentertainment, but as an advertisement.She was a whore!And, if she there had ever been the possibility of hersomehow forgetting that fact, the loud cheer that went up when -after she had removed her shiny g-string and was crouched withher legs spread wide – a thin, cold trickle of sperm dribbled outof her pussy and trickled down her leg taught her otherwise.She fought to hold back the tears.Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher’sreaction as the glistening trail of sperm trickled out ofJennifer’s spread pussy. Between that and Butch’s talking at thebar, she had no doubt that Jennifer would turn out to be a verybusy, and profitable girl.And on her first night, too.*****The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in thesoft red glow of the exit light. Jennifer didn’t mind, though.Tonight, the darkness was her friend. After three nights in thishellhole – three nights of being forced to parade herself onstagelike some kind of cheap slut, and then endure in apparententhusiasm the endless stream of cocks – Jennifer was finallyescaping. During the course of the evening, she had managed toleave a half-chewed piece of gum (Kim now had her chewing gumconstantly; she said it enhanced the ‘slut’ image as well asstrengthened her jaw muscles and helped cover the ‘sperm breath’from swallowing so much cum) into the doorlatch, preventing itfrom closing properly. Once out, she could go to the policeand…”Going somewhere?”Jennifer started. Who was it? A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.”Sue?” Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking inthe low, sexy voice. It had become a habit. “What…”Sue smiled nastily. “I saw the little manoeuvre with thegum,” she said quietly. “Figured you’d be trying to get out.”Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her,although she didn’t know why. If Sue gave the alarm…”Now,” the tall stripper continued, “I’ve no problem withyou leaving. In fact, I’d prefer it. But I’d like a little favourfirst.””F-favour?””Yeah.” Sue stepped a little closer. “All my life I’ve beentreated like shit by rich bitches like you. Now the shoe’s on theother foot. You do what I say, or I’ll make sure you never getout.”Jennifer trembled. “What do you want?””Your lovely little slut’s mouth and tongue,” came theanswer. “In my pussy for starters… and then in my ass.””S-sue…” Jennifer started to whine, but the other girl wasfirm. “That’s right,” Sue repeated. “The only way you get out ofhere tonight is to eat me out, front and back.”She had no choice.Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of thetall blonde. Sue was naked underneath her thin, cotton dressinggown, so it was a simple matter to part the cloth and nuzzle hermouth into the girl’s already wet pussy. Within moments,Jennifer’s by now experienced tongue was hard at work, lickingand slurping busily. After her two weeks of daily pussy lappingat the sorority, the smell and taste no longer bothered Jennifer.She didn’t like it – in fact, she hated it – but it was by nomeans as repulsive as is had been the first time.Sue moaned as Jennifer’s experienced tongue did its work.Involuntarily, the blonde girl grasped the back of the kneelinggirl’s head, and jerked her face harder and harder into hersopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for breath, but continued licking.The sooner Sue came, the sooner she could go.”Tell me how much you like it,” Sue moaned.”Mmmmm…” By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite herlust without missing a lap of the tongue. “I love your pussy… Ilove to suck…””Bimbo voice,” Sue ordered.Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep inthe other girl’s pussy. “Tastes good,” she said in her highpitched bimbo voice. “Nice pussy…”Sue came… and came… and came…Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would neverend, Sue shuddered one last time and opened her eyes. “GeezJennie,” she whispered, “you know your way around a girl’spussy.”Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn’t visible in thedarkness. She started to climb to her feet, but Sue grabbed hershoulder and held her down. “Don’t forget the second part,” shewarned.Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging withhumiliation. Things kept getting worse. Still, it would be worthit if she could just get out of here. Sue would end up in jailwith the rest of them.Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned andshoved her bare ass into Jennifer’s face. The kneeling girl triedto pull away, but Sue reached back and grabbed two handfuls ofblack hair. “Get sucking ass licker,” she ordered, pullingtightly on the other girl’s hair. Jennifer moaned with pain, butstuck her face inside Sue’s ass crack and, gagging slightly,began to lick. The smell was horrendous, but she resolutelyforced her small, pink tongue of the girl’s anus and begansucking. Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft object slideout towards her face.”Mmmmm….” She tried to pull away, to cry out, to doanything, but it was no use. The blonde girl had her firmly bythe hair. “That’s right you little Fucktoy,” Sue muttered,squeezing her ass muscles. “Eat a little shit.”Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was forced upagainst her face, lips and finally between her half-clenchedteeth. She gagged with revulsion at the taste, but couldn’t stopit. It was either swallow or choke. Another turd came out… andthen another as she thrashed away, trying frantically to removeher face from the other girl’s ass. Sue just laughed, holding thesmaller girl’s face in position until she had finished shitting.Finally, it was over. Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor,face and mouth covered with shit. Coughing and gasping, shecrawled to her knees as Sue walked slowly away, quicklydisappearing into the shadows. She wiped desperately away at thefilth with the back of her hand, but seemed to succeed only inspreading it about her face.”Jennie…” Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue’s voice coming fromsomewhere in the darkness. “You did your part, but you know how Itold you how I would let you go?”Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.The lights clicked on.”I lied.”Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable darkness,stood Kim… Lisa… Becky… Cindy… and Tammy. With the cattle prod. Face and hands covered with Sue’s shit, Jennifer fell backonto the floor and began to cry.”Well,” Tammy cooed, walking forward. “It looks like littleJennie shit-face has a lesson to learn.”The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle prod -surely set to full power – slowly descended towards her…*****The next three months went by in a blur of dancing andfucking; dancing and sucking; dancing… Kim had finally settledon the bimbo voice for the daytime and the slut voice for night,and Jennie had all but forgotten what her normal voice soundedlike. Each weekend, the girls from the sorority showed up tocollect their pussy slave take the small envelope containing herweekly earnings. Each weekend would be spent servicing her fourmistresses in every way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and a few ofthe guys would come over, and Jennifer would serve them too,showing off her newly developed fucking skills. Jennifer neverstopped hating it – hating it with a passion – but by the end ofthe first month, she was almost looking forward to the weekendstays at the sorority house. As well as the her duties and astripper and whore, Sue had decided that she liked the idea ofhaving her own little toilet slave. Jennifer had quickly becomeintimately familiar with the inside of the other girl’s asshole,all thoughts of rebellion having been crushed by the finalapplication of the cattle prod. After a while, Sue began feeling generous and startedsharing Jennifer out among the other girls at the club. Mostmornings were spent servicing the other strippers, either theirpussies or – for a few of them – their asses.Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman justlaughed. “Saves money on toilet paper,” she said. And that was that.By the end of the three months – Jennifer had kept track bymaking small cuts in the side of the cheap wooden dresser -Jennifer was so swollen with hatred and frustration that she feltshe would burst. The only thing that kept her going was thethought of what she would do when the three month contract wasup.Finally, that day arrived.Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waitedexpectantly in the daytime-empty club. At Kim’s insistence, shehad even done herself up special – for the last time, she vowed.Dressed in the same tight polyester miniskirt and revealing pinktop in which she had begun her new career, she waited impatientlyto leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now habitualpout as she chewed a thick wad of gum.Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn’t say anything.Jennifer pouted back at her. ‘Just wait,’ she told herself.The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim wassitting. She pulled a piece of paper – the contract – from herpurse and placed it down on the surface in front of the orientalwoman. Kim didn’t say anything; she just took out a pen andsigned. Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed. Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. “This is inorder. We’ve bought out the option.” With these words she handeda thick envelope to Tammy. Tammy grinned down at her. “Should youtell her?” she asked, “Or should I?”Kim shrugged. “You tell her.”Jennifer had had enough. “Tell me what?” she burbled in anairheaded manner. “What’s going on? Jennie’s finished here.”Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed. “No,” Tammy grinned at her. “You’re not. Kim here justbought out the option on the contract.””Option?” The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought shewas going to faint. Sue walked closer and grabber her by theelbow.”Yes,” Tammy explained gleefully, “The three months was atrial period. To see how they liked you.” She glanced down atKim. “Evidently they like you a lot. They’ve signed you for thefull seven years.”Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue’s grip wasiron.”But you won’t be bored,” Tammy continued. “Pussywillows isa chain. They’ve got clubs all across the country. You’ll get todo all sorts of travelling.” Still smiling, the pudgy blonde girlwalked slowly forward until she was standing right in front ofthe horrified Jennifer. “For the next seven years,” she said,articulating slowly and carefully, “you’ll be stripping andfucking your way from one side of America to another.”Her words finally began to sink in.”Noooo…””Quite an opportunity, I’d say,” Tammy joked. “Tammy,” Jennifer cried, “you can’t…””Slut voice!” Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately,Jennifer’s voice deepened to a sexy purr.”Please,” she breathed hoarsely, “don’t leave Jennie…””Bimbo voice,” Tammy said.”Oh… don’t leave me,” Jennifer begged, voice high.Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and beganwalking away.”Nooo… you can’t… Please…””Oh.” Tammy stopped and turned. “This comes with the deal,”she said, tossing a slender, metallic object to Kim. The orientalwoman caught it without standing. It was the cattle prod.Jennifer began to cry and scream – strangely appealing inher new voice – but Kim just gestured to Sue to take the cryinggirl backstage. Tammy’s last view of Jennifer was of her wellrounded ass, tightly packed into the polyester miniskirt,swinging back and forth as the tall blonde stripper led her,still crying, into a back room.Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa whooccupied the driver’s seat. The twins were in the back. “Wellgirls,” she laughed, riffling the money from the envelope, “Timefor another pool party.”THE END
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