les histoires de chrislebo

Quelques jours plus tard, de retour à la mai***, il me fit entrer dans *** petit salon. Sur un socle se tenait une statuette représentant Atlas portant le monde. Il alluma des bougies, me déshabilla et m'emmena vers la statue.

Il enduisit le globe terrestre de lubrifiant et me pria de l'engloutir. Je n'attendais que ça, j'enjambai la statue, me tortillant, forçant au maximum, levant les pieds pour appuyer de tout mon poids, je ne réussis pas à m'empaler, malgré tous mes efforts.


Il fut déçu et s'assit boudeur dans un coin de la pièce.

Enfin il me raconta:

- "Quand j'étais enfant, je n'avais pas le droit de m'approcher de la statue d'Atlas. Je recevais des taloches à chaque fois que ma mère me surprenait près de l'objet.

Quand j'étais en colère contre ma mère, je fantasmais de la voir s'empaler sur ce globe qu'elle m'interdisait de toucher.

Et ce fantasme ne m'a jamais quitté. Tant qu'une femme ne prendra pas ce globe dans *** ventre sans en mourir, je continuerai à être hanté par cette obsession."


-" Je veux t'aider! emmène moi au sous-sol et continue ma préparation, je suis sure que j'y parviendrai"

L'opération avait réussi au delà de ses espérances, ma contenance était maintenant de 7,3 litres. Il pût rentrer dans mon vagin 2 bouteilles de 1,5 litres, j'avais aussi gagné beaucoup en diamètre.

Mais ça ne suffisait pas.

Il introduisit dans mon vagin une sorte de ballon en caoutchouc épais qu'il brancha sur un compresseur après m'avoir à nouveau sanglée dans le harnais qui devait maintenir le ballon en place.

Il mit en marche le compresseur, et aussitôt, je sentis l'objet gonfler dans mon ventre. C'était ma fois très agréable. Au début.

Je commençais à avoir sérieusement mal. J'avais les larmes aux yeux lorsque je lui demandai d'arrêter. Il fit la sourde oreille et me laissa enfler. Mon ventre acceptait encore a peu près le volume, mais ma chatte était en train de se déchirer.

Enfin il arrêta le compresseur, détacha le tuyau et me laissa là, attachée sur le fauteuil, le trou à la limite de la rupture.

Il ne revint que le soir, m'ayant laissé plus de quatre heures me faire déchirer par le ballon.

Lorsqu'il me demande comment ça va, je ne peux que lui répondre d'un grognement. Je me rends compte que je bave, je suis devenue folle de douleur et de plaisir.

Il ne me libère pas, il me gonfle encore un peu...

Je hurle à pleins poumons d'une voix rauque.

Au bout d'un quart d'heure, il ouvre la soupape et laisse l'air s'échapper. Je ne sens plus rien.

Il me masse la chatte avec une crème que lui a donné Perforator. Il masse l'intérieur de mon ventre de toute sa main, comme on nettoie une casserole.

Il a recommencé ce traitement tous les jours pendant une semaine.

Puis après un jour de repos, il m'emmena vers la statuette, la lubrifia et me pria de gober l'énorme globe qu'elle portait.

Après plusieurs minutes d'efforts, j'y parvins enfin.

Dilatator laissa exploser sa joie, puis il passa derrière moi et m'encula sauvagement. Je ne sais pas comment il y parvint, mais lorsque je le sentis jouir dans mon cul, je ne pus me retenir d'exploser.

Il me dit de ne pas bouger et téléphona à Perforator. Celui ci arriva un moment plus tard et s'extasia devant le prodige qu'il voyait. Il fit des photos puis me sodomisa à *** tour. Je jouis à nouveau comme une folle.

Il me soulevèrent, me décollant du globe avec un horrible bruit de ventouse. Mes jambes ne me portaient plus. Ils m'installèrent sur le canapé. Pendant que Perforator fouillait mon ventre de ses mains Dilatator amena une bouteille de Whisky pour fêter l'événement.

Je me suis réveillée avant eux, la queue de Perforator au fond de mon cul et la bouteille au fond de ma chatte.

Aujourd'hui, je travaille dans le bordel de Perforator, il me fait tourner des films et il organise des séances spéciales très rentables, ses clients peuvent faire de mes trous tout ce qu'ils imaginent et ce n'est pas rare que je me retrouve avec 4 mains dans ma chatte et 2 dans mon cul.

Je suis heureuse et mon compte en banque grossit de jour en jour.

Je suis vraiment une salope!

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****** Accepts Role As Slut


"Can life cannot get any better than this?" wondered Paul as he sat up in his bed, ******** the mug of tea his ****** had just brought him. "Who'd have thought this when Dad went off to work away for the month on the oil rig just when I came home from Uni," he mused to himself, "I wonder whether he is getting anything?"

He moved gently in his bed to ease the dulling ache in his backside caused by having lain in the same position for the last ten minutes. He looked down and noticed with pleasure that his ****** was just returning to taking the head of his cock in her mouth. He slipped his hand down inside the cut of her dress so that he could feel the silky bra covering her beautifully formed breasts. He could feel the pressure exerted by this ******'s nipples as she responded to his caress. "A nice handful", he thought, "Not bad for a 46 year old slut."

Paul, sighed, put his cup down, and lay back glorying in the feeling of having his ****** give him yet another blow job. "Yes," he thought, "Life is good but it will get better when we drop in on Mrs Bell again and my slut of a ****** can drop in on Mrs Bell's pussy. Ha ha! What a clever joke."

It had been the morning before when Paul answered the telephone call from Mrs Bell. "Is that you, Paul," asked Mrs Bell, "Is your ****** home?"

"No, I mean yes. It's me. Who's calling?"

"It's Mrs Bell, Alan's ******. I thought you would recognise my voice. I'm disappointed Paul. You seemed to have forgotten me since you've been away to Uni. Have you just finished your second year?"

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Yes, my final year's to come and then I'll have to find a job." He was not going to explain the reason why he wasn't thinking was because he had spent the last ten minutes wanking off inside his elder sister's clean cotton bra he had found in the laundry basket. One of the perks of being alone in the house and with his sister away, a perk that might last for the rest of the week.

"My mum's out in the garden. Do you want to speak to her?"

"Err, no. It's you I wanted", replied Mrs Bell in a voice that just had a hint of seduction in it. Paul felt his cock hardening again and he knew he would have to get another bra to wank off into; Mrs Bell had really big tits so he might need two of his sister's bras to do justice to his fantasy.

Mrs Bell carried on, "I want you to come down here at exactly ten past eleven. Got it? Exactly ten past eleven. Come straight in, the door will be unlocked and I'll be in the sitting room. I have a surprise for you". Paul was struggling to cope with the conversation. His hand was inside his pants gripping his erection. He was fantasising about cumming whilst he was talking to Mrs Bell - the ****** of his best friend, but more importantly, she of the big tits and even bigger cleavage.

"And no playing with yourself in the meantime. I know what you young boys are like". The telephone line went dead and Paul jerked one last time, spreading semen over his hand.

As Paul thought through the events of yesterday, he grabbed his ******'s head and shoved it down so his cock speared the back of her throat. He held her head firmly and he fucked her in the mouth a few times. "Come on you slut, you'll have to do better than that. I wanna cum in your mouth and I haven't go all day. I wanna you to ride my cock this morning. Take it you bitch", he cried thrusting himself into the back of his ******'s mouth again.

He had not needed to wank since yesterday and with luck, would not need to until he went back to University. He had a ****** who seemed willing to take on his cock and was pretty good with her tongue. He wondered whether his elder sister was better and whether he could get her to take his cock on. A threesome with ****** and sister, a fantasy for any lad and one that might just happen. And if Mrs Bell was also willing, well he might just be able to manage three women all at once.

Paul relaxed as his ****** continued to work his cock. Yesterday she had fought hard as he raped and buggered her. Now, she had come to terms with her role as his sex slave and was doing a mighty fine job.

His mind wandered back to the events of yesterday when he had walked into Mrs Bell's living room, bang on time. He saw Mrs Bell on the settee. Her blouse unbuttoned and her mighty cleavage on show. He saw her skirt risen up her thighs to reveal her stocking tops and garter belt. He could see she was knickerless. What he could not work out, was why his ****** was on all fours, in just her silky pale blue bra and panties, gorging on Mrs Bell's pussy. For a second or two he just stood there gaping as Mrs Bell ground her pussy into his ******'s face.

Mrs Hughes broke the spell.

"Glad you could make it Paul," she twinkled, "Your ****** was just thanking me for helping her out."

Paul could see his ****** squirming and finally breaking free of Mrs Bell's grip. Her face was covered in juices form the pussy she'd had shoved in her face.

"Oh my god, I was just ... just .." and her voices tailed away and her eyes dropped to the floor.

"She was just eating my pussy. As a good slut who owes me should," Mrs Bell interjected, "Now that you are here, perhaps you would like to take over. Would you like to fuck me, Paul?"

"No, no, not that. Please," cried his ******, "I've kept my side of the bargain. Don't involve Paul. Please."

"I think Paul his old enough to make his own mind up. Come over here Paul". It was an order Paul could not refuse.

He sat on the settee next to Mrs Bell. She shoved his ******'s face back into her pussy. "Who told you to stop," she shouted.

Keeping one hand on Paul's ******'s head so it stayed pressed into her pussy, Mrs Bell, ably assisted by Paul, freed Paul's cock from his trousers. His erect cock stood proud. Even his ****** could not resist a quick glance from her duties to take in the size of what he had to offer.

"My, what a big one we have here, let me help you cum over my tits," sniggered Mrs Bell.

She shoved his cock into her cleavage and let him hump away. Paul slipped his cock in and out of her bra so that the tip of his cock caressed her nipples one at a time. And his ****** was still grinding away at Mrs Bell's pussy. The friction on his penis, the cleavage, the smile on Mrs Bell's face, his scantily clad ****** eating pussy. It was just too much for Paul. He jerked a couple of times, grabbed a breast and pulled it free from the bra and emptied himself over the nipple. As he did so Mrs Bell gave one final push as she orgasmed and gushed her fluids over Paul's ******.

Apart from panting, there was silence. Paul's cock softened, Mrs Bell's breast was covered in cum, her pussy glistened, and Paul's ****** shrank back to sit head bowed in front to that gaping pussy.

Mrs Bell was the first to move. She grabbed Paul's ****** by the hair and dragged her onto her cum splattered breast.

"Clean it up, whore. Your *** made the mess, and you can lick it all up."

Paul's ****** knew she was humiliated and submissively started licking the salty cum off the breast. She was disgusted with herself but had surrendered her dignity already so she had no spirit left.

Paul's load wasn't that big. After all, he had already cum twice that morning. But the spectacle of watching his ****** suck Mrs Bell's breast was enough to start his cock hardening again. Mrs Bell, smiled at him. Pushing his ****** way, she lay back on the settee, spread her legs wide, and pulled Paul down on her.

"Fuck me," she said simply, "Fuck me hard whilst your ****** watches. Let her see what your cock can do."

Paul fucked as hard as he could. Was this more like rutting? Was Mrs Bell a bigger slut than his ******? Thoughts kept flashing through Paul's mind. There was no way for his brain to cope with all this stimulation. His ******'s nipples now clearly visible within her bra. Was she aroused? Was that her hand inside her panties?

He came. Mrs Bell groaned and moaned as he did so. She pressed her pussy against his groin and gyrated a few times before shouting, "Oh fucking hell, yes, yes yes, oh my god. Yeeeeees." And she slumped down shivering as the orgasm ripped through her pussy.

Paul's eyes wandered across to his ******. Her fingers were inside her panties and she was masturbating. His own ******. In her pale blue bra and panties, her faced covered in Mrs Bell's juices, was masterbating in front of him. He moved away from Mrs Bell and sat up. Should he stare at Mrs Bell's pussy on show? Or those marvellous breasts Mrs Bell possessed. Or should he watch his ****** play with herself. His ****** was looking at him now. The look of a sad woman, not a lustful look. Just a pathetic pair of eyes, a grim smile, and a hand - no two now - buried inside her panties while she fingered herself.

Mrs Bell, sat up, kicking out at Paul's ******.

*Look at your ******, Paul, playing with herself. I think she's turned on by your cock. Fancy a bit of cock do you?

Mrs Bell looked at Paul's ******. "Suck his cock. I want you to clean Paul's cock. Suck your **** dick, you slut."

Paul's mind went blank. His ****** slid across the floor and just took his cock into her mouth. No ceremony, just a slut sucking cock because she was a cocksucking whore. She kept up a rhythm using her hand and and her tongue. Paul's mind was just too far removed from what was going on to think it was his ****** sucking him off. To him, there was just someone sucking his cock. He reached out and grabbed a handful of breast. He squeezed and heard his ****** groan. But she kept up the rhythm and hardly flinched when Paul exploded in her mouth. Cum spurted out of Paul's cock leaving a small white globule on his ******'s tongue.

Paul's ****** pulled herself away. Wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and swallowed.

Peace followed. Paul dozed, his ****** lay on the mat, the breast Paul had groped showing a softened nipple, and Mrs Bell smiled.

"Get your tits out for the lad," ordered Mrs Bell in a raised voice. The words shattered the peace and Paul shook himself awake. His ****** sat up and without looking at anyone, slipped her arms around her back and unclipped her bra. Turning to face Paul, she removed her bra so that he could see her breasts. On the small side, perfectly formed and with beautiful nipples. Were these better than Mrs Bell's jugs? Perfect shape or size? Which was better, Paul could not decide.

There was no smile on his ******'s face. No recognition that she was topless in front of her ***.

"Don't just sit there with that stupid look on your face. There's pussy to eat and I want eating now. Come on you slut, get your face back in here," instructed Mrs Bell as she dragged Paul's ****** by the hair and ****** her face back in to the gaping, moist pussy. Paul's ****** didn't think about her **** cum in Mrs Bell's pussy. The pussy tasted differently but it was less disgusting than the first time she had gone down on that piss soiled pussy.

"Fuck her, Paul. I want to see you fuck your ******. Take her from behind and bury that cock in her."

Paul staggered to his feel and moved over to get behind his ****** who was on all fours eating pussy. He slipped his fingers inside her pale blue silk panties and fingered her cunt. His ****** wriggled and squirmed. She tried to cry out but Mrs Bell had her pinned to her pussy.

"Stop pissing about, fuck your ****** now. Fuck her hard and come inside her. She wants it, the slut."

With slow deliberation, Paul took his cock in his hand to let it harden. He gently pushed it against his ******'s panty clad ass, feeling the plump, rounded curves. He moved his cock around until ******* aside her panties to give him access to his ******'s cunt. He positioned himself so his cock was almost touching the entrance to his ******'s cunt. With a sudden stab of his hips, he pushed forward and rammed his cock into his ******'s cunt.

All hell broke loose. His ****** suddenly woke up to the reality of what was going on. She had extra energy now and was trying to free herself from the pussy and from her **** cock which had invaded her. She wriggled and bucked. She used all her strength to free herself but Mrs Bell's thighs were tightly clamped on her head. Mrs Bell had two hands around the back of her head and was pushing pussy and face together, almost suffocating Paul's ******. Spurred on by the extra thrashing about of Paul's ******, the two raped her face and cunt. Paul had lost any pretext of self control. He wanted to hurt his ******, show no mercy. Time and time again he violently buried his cock inside his ******'s cunt. He withdrew, paused for a second, and then thrust himself back in. The more violent he was, the more his ****** struggled, and the more his cock revelled in the feeling.

It took Paul four long spasms to completely empty himself into his ******'s cunt. He collapsed on her, leaving his shrinking cock in her cunt whilst Mrs Bell cried out with another orgasm as she finished face fucking Paul's ******.

It went quiet as they cleaned themselves up. Paul was embarrassed about what had happened and worried that he had raped his own ******. Mrs Bell seemed unconcerned about events but still dressed quietly.

"Take your ****** home, Paul. She's yours now. Use her as you wish. Let me know whether she objects. She's my gift to you. Your ******, a slut, is now your slut to fuck as you please. Just bring her back tomorrow afternoon so she can look after my needs."

"No please, not that. Anything but that," suddenly Paul's ****** was alive again, "You can't give me to him. He's my *** for god's sake."

"You owe me. Big time. You'll do what I say otherwise you know what I'll do, don't you. Is that what you want?" There was a menace in Mrs Bell's voice that frightened Pail. Mrs Bell had some form of hold over his ******. He knew he should protect his ****** but all he could think of was her mouth over his cock, and her pale blue panties as he took her from behind.

"You took him in your mouth and you let him take you from behind. You're a fucking slut. You not only owe me but you owe him. You put on this charade to seduce him. You have had sex with your ***. You'll go to pri*** for that."

Paul's feelings were ready to explode. Should he protect his ******? Should he use her at least until his Dad returns?

"But he ****d me. My own *** ****d me. And you helped him, you bastard. You ****** me to take take him in my mouth. You held me whilst he ****d me from behind. My own *** ****d me and you helped. You're a fucking pervert."

Mrs Bell smiled, "I didn't see any ****. I saw a perverted ****** begging to be fucked by her *** and begging to eat my pussy. Get the fuck out of here and come back tomorrow when, if you are not better behaved, I am going to let the dog use you."

Paul edged towards the door. He didn't know quite what to do. His ****** followed, head down. They walked home slowly. Neither said anything. Paul wondered yet again what he should do. This constant battle between his love for his ******, his emotional desire to protect her, and this cock which kept getting hard in his pants. It was hard now. A wank or a fuck, that was the question.

The answer came as they closed the door behind them. His ****** made the mistake of going up to the hall mirror to look at herself. Paul saw her reflection in the mirror. He remembered where her face had been, He remembered where his cock had been. He looked at his ******'s ass, the rounded shape clearly visible with the tightness of her dress. She was just a little too plump across the buttocks to hide her curves.

Paul edged towards his ****** and pressed her against the wall. Saying nothing, he gently pulled her legs apart, freed his cock from his pants, and rammed it inside his ******'s soiled pale blue silk panties and into her cunt. His hands snaked around her waist and slithered up to her breasts. He couldn't get his hands inside her low cut dress so he clamped then on her dress covering her breasts. He groped her as he humped her against the wall. She took it, not saying anything. His ****** just stood, leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, her legs apart, and let her *** fuck her. This was no ****, this was full ********** by Paul's ****** to her desires and Paul's demand.

Paul was in no rush to cum. He's spent most of his cum already and it was hard keeping his cock in his ******'s cunt. His cock was hard, but had been harder. Her cunt was wide, and had been tighter. Paul was not going to give up though. He humped and humped. Grabbing at his ******'s tits. Holding her hips as he moved in and out of her pussy. Finally, his efforts were worthwhile. He felt himself cumming. He raised his pace and shoved deeper and with more venom into his ******'s cunt. He came but his cum was little more than a dribble. His flaccid cock slipped out. He was embarrassed at his failure to really hammer his ****** again. The slut deserved it. But he couldn't deliver any more.

His ****** readjusted her panties, and walked away into the kitchen with an air of, "What was all that about."

Ten minutes later, Paul walked into his parent's bedroom. His ****** was on the bed, fully clothed, but with both her skirt hiked around her waist, her legs spread, and her hands inside her panties. These panties were no longer pale blue. They were stained dark blue with the juices of violent sex and her own passions. She looked across the room at Paul but did not waiver. She carried on masturbating and watching him. There was a challenge in her eyes. Who would break the gaze first? The awestruck Paul watching his ****** masterbate or his shameless ****** using her hands to bring her the relief he did not?

It was Paul who broke. He turned away and went into his bedroom. He could hear his ****** grunt and groan as she pawed herself to a climax. Her shouts of triumph echoed around the house as she brought herself to orgasm. Paul tried to close his ears to the shouts of, "Yes, yes, come on, cum, yes, here it comes. Now. Oh my gawd. Ahhhhh."

The house fell silent. Paul in his room, his ****** in her bedroom. The only groans heard were those of the house as it rocked in the changing temperature of the warm day easing into a cooler night.

At last, Paul heard his ****** moving around the bedroom and then slipping downstairs. He was rested now and his cock was beginning to ready itself for action. Paul waited another twenty minutes before taking his cock out. He noticed with pleasure that it was rock hard. He was back! Ready to take his ****** again.

He clambered off his bed, quietly walking downstairs. In the hallway, he stopped to listen. His ****** was in the dining room. He crept closer. She was on her knees, leaning over, using a dust pan and brush to clean up something on the floor. It was too much for Paul. Her panties were just showing, the plump panty clad cunt just showing. She had slipped into her white panties. Virginal white for his slut ******. The same panties he had cum in when he had crept into her room a few days ago and wanked off in her underwear drawer. The panties that had his cum in.

He took out his cock, fully erect and moist. Quietly he strode into the room, stooped down and before his ****** could react, had pushed her over and was on top of her. His hands grabbed at her dress to push it out of the way. He pushed his cock at those white panties. His ****** struggled. Her panties were down, And then a piercing scream shot through the quiet house as Paul rammed his cock into her ass. He held it there for a few seconds as he grabbed his ******'s arms. He pinned the arms down under his own weight and began the ass **** of his ******. She screamed, she begged him to stop, she struggled in vain. She cursed him aloud. She cried out he was hurting her, ****** her. Tears flooded into the carpet. But he did not stop. He was possessed. He wanted to **** his ******'s ass and cum inside her. Her cries and struggles just made it more exciting for him. Any lingering doubts as to whether he should protect his ****** or fuck her were long gone. He was buggering her and it felt right. He was top dog, she was the slut. He wanted her ass, and it was her job to let him. Never mind she struggled and cried out, he was taking her because he had the right too.

And then it was over. He came inside her ass. His cum was back to full *****. His ****** felt the gush in her ass. Her pain eased as Paul's cock lost its rigidity. They lay for a few moments before Paul rose, and walked back to his bedroom.

He does not know how long his ****** lay downstairs with her virginal white knickers around her thighs and her cum impregnated ass for all to see. He did not care either. Whatever would happen now, would happen. He could not change the fact that he had watched his ****** eat Mrs Bell's pussy. He could not change that she had eaten his cum off Mrs Bell's left tit - her gloriously large tit. He could not change that his ****** had given him a blowjob, swallowing his load as Mrs Bell looked on. Or that he had taken his ****** from behind, despite her protests, whilst Mrs Bell held her down. Now he had ****d his ******'s ass because she was wearing those white panties he had cum in a few days before.

Paul took a shower and then drifted off to ***** on his own bed. It was a deep *****, perhaps the one of a contented young man who had rutted with a lively doe, or of the ****** who had plundered his ******'s cunt and ass for his own gratification.

He was awoken by the sound of his bedroom door opening. His ****** entered the room wearing a yellow silk slip with lacy cups to hold her breasts. As she rounded the bed, Paul could just see in the dim light from the street, the outline of his ******'s nipples, standing erect with the feel of the silk. He could make out the outline of her panties. Would they be yellow to match the slip? He remembered the thrill of finding a yellow pair in her drawer. He had to remove them from their packaging before he wanked off into them. He'd had a terrible job trying to repack them and spent days worrying she would notice somebody had been in her underwear drawer.

She moved the duvet aside and climbed in.

"I can't *****", she said quietly. Her hand slowly moved across the bed on to Paul's leg. It gently moved up his leg to his crotch and then inside his underpants. His ****** held his stiffening cock in her hand. Paul was nudged by his ******'s leg as she parted them. He slid his hands under the slip and noted with some satisfaction that she was wearing slinky silk panties. He moved to climb on top of her and as he did, she slid his cock inside her panties and moaned softly as he entered her.

This was a gentle fucking of his ******. She responded to his caresses and through her actions, encouraged him to fuck her. His gentleness kept his climax long enough for him to feel his ****** orgasm under him. Gently, she pushed him away, saying very quietly, "No more now."

Paul lay on his back. His ****** moved across him, and then rose on her arms in front of his face. With one hand supporting her, she managed to free her breasts from the silk cups in her slip. Gently she brushed her nipples against Paul's nose and then his lips. Paul nibbled them for a few seconds before his ****** carried on down his body. Licking him, pressing her breasts into him. Her face reached his erection. She stopped. She started to nibble his cock before sliding her lips over the tip. Peeling back his foreskin, she took the whole cock in her mouth. Dancing her tongue around his tip, she started to increase the tempo until Paul, unable to control himself any longer, erupted into his ******'s mouth. With the love of his cock, Paul's ****** teased her tongue to collect all his cum into her mouth.

Paul's ****** kept him awake and stimulated long enough for her to ride his cock. By then, she was stark naked and had been overtaken by lust. She was violent in her desire for his cock inside her. He felt sudden, sharp pains as her cunt ravished his cock. He felt the changes in her weight as she rose up and then plunged herself down on his cock as though it was a stake. And she took him, letting him cum within her pussy before she eased off.

"Morning Paul", was the first sound Paul heard the next day.He looked across and the bed was empty. His ****** was holding a steaming mug of tea for him which she put down on his bedside table. His ****** was wearing the same dress she had worn yesterday when she had been ****** and ****d. With a wicked look on her face, she hitched up her skirt just enough for Paul to realise that she was wearing the white silk panties from yesterday when he had buggered her.

His ****** pulled the duvet aside. "Don't forget to ***** your tea". And with those few words of advice, she took him in her mouth.

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Farmer Brown vs the Legion of Superheroes


The time bubble blinked into existence at the coordinates that had been programmed into it. Supergirl had gone missing, then all the male members of the Legion of Superheroes had contracted some sort of space virus that had taken them out of commission, so the girls were all on edge.


Saturn Girl took the lead followed by Phantom Girl, Lightning Lass, Shrinking Violet, Princess Projecta and Dream Girl. Duplicate Girl and Shadow Lass had stood behind to tend to their male comrades. "Everyone be on alert. Whoever took Supergirl is using some sort of dampening field. My telepathy is useless."


They walked through the long halls of the building they had materialized in. It seemed deserted. They went through an airlock into a barn like area. They saw light coming from one of the stalls. When they came up to it they all froze. In it was a cow-like female. Her breasts were freakishly huge. Her nipples were hooked up to a machine that pumped milk from them. It stared at them dully for a moment then said out of its soft, snout like mouth, "Run! Get out! Before they get you!" her words distorted by her fat tongue. In a corner of the stall was the famous cape, it was Supergirl.


"Yup! And she gives milk that is just super. If you know what I mean." said a man, a bizarre man dressed as a twentieth century farmer might have dressed, straw hat, overalls, flannel shirt topped off by the one concession to his being a villain, a black domino mask. On his nose was a wooden device none of the female Legionaries recognized as a simple clothes pin.


"I'm going to get a bonus from the Fatal Five for this one, that is for sure." said the Farmer. Saturn Girl who was the history buff finally realized what the device was for. "Don't breath through your noses. Don't...." she said as the straw covered floor rushed up to meet her.


All the Legionaries woke up tied to comfortable leather couches. Big leather collars were around all of their necks. On the collars were metal bells with their names engraved on them in graceful script. They were all naked and their breasts were sore, very sore. The girls tried to use their powers to escape but could not, the collars had power inhibitors in them. Maybe it was just as well, if Saturn Girl could read Farmer Brown's min she might go insane.


"Hmmm! This is the biggest bunch of heroines I have ever processed. So I am going to need some help. Into the room came two female robots that bore an uncanny resemblance to Shadow Lass and Duplicate Girl. Their metallic breasts had a perfect roundness to them Their huge size almost ripped through the costumes they wore. They obeyed the commands of Farmer Brown but reluctantly, as they fought against their transformation.


"My cuz Farmer Bot did a good job with your girlfriends there. I'll give him that. The same nanites that are in you are in them. Now alls they need is some reprogramming."


Farmer Brown's cousin, Farmer Bot joined the group. He was a tall gangly man with a white lab coat, a pocket protector full of pens and like his cousin, he wore a mask. With some technicians they set up two metal frame work chairs and had the women robots sit in them. They were then strapped into the chairs with huge metal clamps.


"Better take off the rest of their clothes boys, they are just machines and don't need them." Farmer Bot ordered. The technicians did so as the robots protested. The Legionnaires in their leather couches protested also but there was nothing they could do, they were all powerless.


Huge metal dildos were shoved into the rubbery cunts of the robots. Lights on them started to pulse on and off. Then, most ominously, wires were hooked up to ports in their heads. "What are your names?" asked Farmer Bot.


"I am Shadow Lass, my real name is Tasmia Mallor of homeworld is Talok VIII. Please don't do this. Change us back."


"And you! Who did you used to be?"


"I-I am Luornu Durgo." cried Duplicate Girl secretly wishing Superboy was around to save her, or that she had confessed her crush on him.


"Well in few minutes you two will be robots that will obey our will. You will suck our cocks and then gladly help us change your friends into cow girls like that Supergirl over there." with that Farmer Bot flipped a switch. The lights got dark for a second then the dildo's in the two robot's pussies started to pulse faster and faster as the wires connected to their brain ports began to overwrite their minds. The other Legionnaires watched in horror as their friends at first fought off the attack screaming their names in defiance then slowly the robotic programming won over.


"I am robot five." said the robot that was Shadow Lass


"And I am robot six," said the robot who was once Dou Damsel.

"Very good, now girls, watch your former comrades suck our dicks." said Farmer Bot pulling out a huge cock, the twin of his cousin's sizable manhood. Both robots got to their knees and sucked their cocks, dashing all hope that there might be one shred left of their former teammates in the bodies of the two robots.


After they were finished the two cousins got to work. With the help of the two robots all the female captives were given a needle into each of their breasts, containing Farmer Brown's patented cow hormones.


The prisoners, now weakened by the changes coming over their bodies were taken to a cell whose floor was covered with straw.


"What do they mean to do to us?" asked Princess Projecta her regal bearing starting to crumble..


"I think they mean to treat us like cows. To humiliate us." said Lightning Lass.


"No, I think they mean to turn us into cows. " said Phantom Girl waving the bell.


"Well we are not going to let it happen. We are Legionaires. We can get out of this." said Shrinking Violet. "Fortunately I have a Legion transmitter hidden on me. Now turn around girls while I get it out. Being in the espionage squad has its perks."


Violet turned on the signal device. A few minutes later their came the voice of Brainiac Five. "I know of your dilemma and am working on a solution. First I must cure the male Legionaries. They are suffering from a human hybrid of a disease that only effects earth cattle."


"That may explain what is going on. There is a pair of maniacs up here who are, trying to mutate us into cows."


"Violet remain calm. I will base an antidote on what is in the male *****. Is, uh, Supergirl with you.?" asked Brainiac, who clearly had a crush on the Kryptonian.


"She is, but the mutation is almost complete."


"Well I will work on the cure, in the meantime try not to eat at all if possible. The process needs fuel, slowing down your intake of calories might slow it down. I must get off now, they may trace your signal as I have to find out where you are. Brainiac out."


The girls felt assured by what Brainiac had told them. The next day they woke up and their breasts were sore and much bigger than they were the day before. Trays were put out with heaping piles of food heaped onto them. The ladies resisted for half a day. Then they reasoned that a little food would not harm them and that they might need the energy to fight their way out. So the girls ate, and ate and ate. To their shock they finished all the food in front of them. They resolved not to do so again, but failed, eating many times over what they normally would have.


By the end of their fourth night in captivity their breasts were eight times their original size. They could barely walk standing up and had to go around on all fours most of the time. Also it was becoming harder to talk as their tongues were growing larger and their mouths, to accommodate them were becoming more snout like.


The two farmer and their two robots came in. They weighed the girl's tits on a special scale and took measurements. "Yeah coming along nicely another few days and they will be ready." said Farmer Bob giving Dream Girl's boobs a hard squeeze.


"Yup soon enough." said Farmer Bot. The girls were given a big injection in their buttocks and left alone. Two days later the girls breasts were nearly ten times their original size and they hurt all the time. Their asses had also become considerably fatter. At times they were confused and did not know what to do.


Farmers Bot and Brown came in. The robots brought with them wooden stools and buckets. The robots pulled Saturn Girl and Shrinking Violet over to the farmers. The girls tried frantically to pull away but the robots held them by their collars with inhuman strength..


"No what are you fiends doing stop!" said Saturn Girl as Farmer Brown pulled roughly down on her nipples. At first nothing happened, then there was a loud squirt. Milk flowed out of her nipples and into the bucket. She sighed relief, which sounded like a "Mooo!"


Farmer Bot did the same to Violet. The other girls were horrified but when the female robots offered to milk them none refused.


"Good cows!" said Farmer Bot pulling out his cock. He went around behind Princess Projecta and shoved his cock into her big wet cow pussy. She wanted to protest, saying she was royalty but all she could do was cry and moan as he fucked her.


Farmer Brown grabbed Phantom Girl and did the same. When they were done they worked their way though the rest of the cows until all their pussies were dripping with the cousin's seed.


The robots not wanting to be left out strapped directly to their bodies the same huge metallic dildos that had been used on them earlier and joined in the orgy, making their former teammates orgasm again and again. Through the bio feedback sensors the robots came squealing an odd high pitched squeal that sounded like a twentieth century computer modem.


After the robots left the girls began to talk amongst themselves.


"I guess Brainy is not coming." said Lightning Lass. As if on cue the communicator that they had hid in a pile of straw went off. The cows struggled to get it open and hit the button. They all sighed in relief when they heard Brainy's voice.


We will be there a day after tomorrow do not give up hope I have made an antidote which I will give to you all upon arrival. Brainiac out."


The girls were all so happy. They started to moo then stopped. That night Shrinking Violet bumped her snout into Saturn Girl's pussy. Despite the frequent fucking at the hands of the two cousins the hormones had made all the cows horny at all times. So when this happened Violet decided to help Saturn Girl out and use her big oversized wet tongue to lick her pussy. Then Princess Projecta got in front of Saturn Girl to get the same. Before they knew what had happened the cows were licking each other's pussies left and right. That night they dreamed of rescue and being turned back to their regular selves. If they only knew what awaited them the next day.

"No! Stop!" cried Lightning Lass as Robots Five and Six held her. They took out a super shaver and shaved her head and then her pussy, leaving them both smooth and bald.


"You silly cow. We are doing this to prevent insects from hurting you." said Number Six as she stroked her now smooth and bald head. The rest of the cows got the same treatment.


"Now this is going to sting a little." said Number Five as she got out a laser brand. The cows fought and bucked but it did them no good. On each of their huge, fat buttocks was a large yellow "L", a mock reference to the girls former lives as galaxy famous heroines, now reduced to being cow slaves.


"Now we will take you all down to your new stalls. Or should that be Mooo stalls?" the robot laughed at the cows as they were led to their stalls.


"We want you to be productive little cows now." said Robot Six. Both robots closed the gates to the stalls. Railing bars pushed in on the sides so the cows could not turn around or look in back of them. Then to their dismay huge dildos emerged from the back of the stalls and inserted themselves into their pussies with a wet sloshing noise. The cows tried to back off of them but they could not. The dildos began to vibrate.


"You cows should be so pleased at all the expenses we have gone through for you all. These are the latest ultra-sonic ****** pacifiers, they will keep you in a steady stream of pleasure all day long as you are milked.


The robots coated each of the cows nipples with a salve then attached the suction cup pumps to each of their nipples. Robot hands emerged from the stalls and began to squeeze and knead their breasts as tthe nipple pumps pulsed, sucking milk from each of the cow's breasts.


It was easier and easier to walk on all fours, the girl's arms had become longer and stronger so now they were closer to be quadrupeds than bipeds.


Before they knew it they were being led back to their stalls. The girls felt almost a regret that Brainy was going to come rescue them, tomorrow, or was that the next day? It was getting hard for the poor creatures to think.


The next day as they were being milked the two robots led the cow that was once Supergirl up onto a platform and tied her up. Then Brainiac Five came running in. The cows all perked up, were they going to be rescued? "But who would milk us?" some of them wondered.


Instead of rescuing them though they watched as the female robots pulled out the scientist's green cock and jerked it hard. Then he went up behind Supergirl and shoved himself into her with no more regard than one does for a sex doll. He pumped her laughingly repeating that "Rescue was on the way." Supergirl moaned as the fucking continued. When he was done he turned shocked. The rest of the male Legionaries had arrived.


"Brainiac how could you?" Lightning Lad yelled."


"Yeah have you gone mad?" said Bouncing Boy.


"You started this without waiting for us." cried Timber Wolf.


The female cows were ******** in every hole possible. The males joked and mocked the them. Farmers Bot and Brown came out and were given a round of applause.


"Oh we have some fresh recruits for you." said Colossus Boy as the robots brought out a bound and gagged Emerald Empress, the green haired villain from the Fatal Five and Nightwoman, member of the Legion of Substitute Heroes.


Nightwoman cried about betrayal as the robots stripped her and fitted her with a cow bell of her own. The Emerald Empress said she would rather die than have this happen to her.


Three week later both new cows cried when they were punished and not milked. The male Legionaries meanwhile were in mourning, they had to be, their cover story was that a Legion cruiser had crashed with all the female Legionaries aboard on the way to Amazonia, a planet of all women, to accept an award.


"A planet of all women...that gives me an idea." said Brainiac Five and Farmer Brown together.

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Invisible Woman: Puppet

The puppet master and the New You salon combine ****** to get revenge on the Invisible Woman



The small bald man waddled over to his workbench and picked up a small figure. He smiled, today was going to be a good day.

Over at the Baxter building Sue Richards was busy changing her young ********* diaper. Today she was alone, the rest of the fantastic four were out and Franklin was at a friends. Suddenly Sue froze, a blank expression across her face. Against her will she put down the clean diaper in her hand and walked out of the room. As HERBIE looked after the ***** she slowly went up towards the hangar. Silently she sat in her compartment of the fantasticar, programmed in a flight path and left the building.


A few minutes later, she landed in the far suburbs of New York and entered an unassuming brick house. Her mind was racing, what was happening to her, who was doing this. She opened the door and got her answer.


"You" she said with anger and a trace of fear. She stood, bound motionless staring at Phillip Masters, The Puppet Master.


"Hello my dear" he replied calmly. "Don't bother trying to move, my control over you is quite complete. You can only talk because I currently will it."


"Whatever you want it will fail," Sue said firmly.


"Oh I doubt that" the old man replied "And its something I should have done a long time ago. Never really had the courage before but when they others came to me it was too good an opportunity to pass by.


"What others? What opportunity? Sue asked, her mind was racing, trying to figure out exactly what was going on.


"The New You salon. They want to make a video to show other criminals exactly what they can do to you so called super heroines. You really should be grateful Sue you are going to be even more famous than ever."


"What do you mean?" sue said fearing the answer. She could see the erection straining in the old mans trousers.


"Well porn is a great industry and I think you will make such a good porn star. In fact lets test that theory out shall we." The puppet master unzipped his fly and lopped out his erect cock. The sight of the tall, chesty blonde in her tight blue uniform always had him aroused. Why he had never done this before was beyond him.


Sue was silent as she walked forward but inside was screaming. Impassionatly she bent down and took his long member between her lips. She ****** it as far down her throat as it would go before giving her best blowjob. The puppet master sighed contently as the blonde bombshell expertly worked his cock. At his mental command Sue gently rubbed his balls causing him to shiver with pleasure. Very quickly he orgasmed, sending waves of spunk down her throat. He made her swallow all his seed before commanding her to stand upright.


"That was fantastic," he said as he had a quick fumble with her bountiful cleavage. Two thuggish men walked through a side door, they grinned pervertedly and Sue could see they had large erections too. "These two will be your first co stars after you are... prepared. Through the door is the New You team. Go to them and they will bring out a new sluttier Sue Richards" he tittered. Silently Sue turned and walked through the door, closing it behind her.


A few hours later the door to the new you studio opened and Sue stood smiling in the doorway. The puppet master surveyed the once prim super heroine, now looking like a sleazy porn star. Her long blonde hair was now a more platinum shade and lengthened with cheap extensions. Her lashes were thick, long and very black complementing her pouting, collagen enhanced ruby red lips. Her face was covered in subtle but still slutty make up. She was wearing a mockery of her former uniform, her top now a very skimpy blue boob tube with a large cut out 4 exposing much of her now massive and clearly fake tits. Large nipple rings could be seen raised against the tight fabric, matching her large hooped earrings. The rest of her 'uniform' comprised of some very tight blue shorts that left very little to the imagination.


Sue stood in the doorway hands on hips as the puppet master and his goons stared at her. Regaining his composure the puppet master switched on the camera and mentally called sue forward. She walked sultrily towards the two thugs her hips swaying seductively. As she reached the first man she wrapped her arms around him, pushing her large mammaries into his chest and grinding into his straining crotch. She kissed him passionately as the second man ground his still enclosed penis against her tight ass.


"Take me boys, make me feel like a woman" sue groaned as the two men's hands caressed her writhing body. The puppet master knew it was corny dialogue but he didn't think anyone would care. He was having too much fun. He unzipped his flies and began to jack off at the spectacle before him.


The man in front of sue had pulled up her tight top exposing her large breasts. Sue pulled the concealing article over her head, spun it around a few times before throwing it away, he roughly tugged on the adamantium nipple rings, teasing her large sensitive teats. Sue groaned at the sensation as he buried his face in her cleavage, sucking on her huge titties. The second man had unzipped his flies and had released his raging hard on. He roughly hiked down sues shorts. The puppet master zoomed the camera in on sues as cheeks, focusing on the until now hidden tattoo that the salon had branded onto her right cheek. "Fuckslut".


Sue moaned as she felt the large cock rub against her ass cheeks. Yet internally she screamed. Her mind fought desperately for control of her own body, to stop this humiliating ****. She looked at the camera, held beside the puppet master, she tried to scowl or scream yet all she could do was bat her long eyelids and blow a seductive kiss as she moaned. She felt the dick pop into her eager cunt and begin to roughly fuck her.


As sue was ****d the man who had been sucking her tits stood up and got out his own penis. He held it out erect as sue felt herself bend down onto all fours. No she mentally screamed as her mouth opened and her puffy lips accepted the large rod. She sucked eagerly appearing to enjoy the sensation as the two men continued to **** her.


"Yeah suck my dick superbitch," the first man laughed as he grabbed sues head and rammed his cock down her throat.


"Youse a good whore invisible slut" agreed the second. He grabbed hold of the free-swinging titties and ****** his cock harder into her now sopping snatch. Sue could feel herself cumming despite herself as her body betrayed her by fucking the two men.


After several more minutes Sue moaned in orgasm, a warm sensation spread through her body and she mentally cried in defeat. Her cum juices flowed from pussy and the involuntary spasmed caressed he mans cock.


"Holy ****, this bitch is tight," he grunted as he released his sticky load into her waiting snatch. Stream after stream of cum poured into her womb as he emptied himself into her ******** cunt. Seconds later the other man pulled his cock out of her mouth and spunked his load over her pretty face. She sat upwards and took the rest over her gorgeous funbags, rubbing the thick goo into her warm tanned flesh. She sighed with contentment before licking eagerly at the jizm dribbling off the end of his cock. The puppet master smiled as he turned of the camera and thought of the next scene.

The puppet master was sitting in his private office with a few of his henchmen discussing their current film venture. They laughed, cocks erect as they watched the earlier footage of Sue wantonly fucking the two goons. Finally as the film finished and the scripts for the next scenes were handed out someone asked the question they had all been dying to ask.

"Hey puppet master, how come you have that bed in here? I know you don't ***** in here." The puppet master's current lieutenant asked. Next to the meeting table they were still standing beside was a large king sized bed.

The puppet master laughed at the question. " The bed is here for one very special reason" he replied jovially. Before he could continue there was a knock at the door. He replied and it silently opened to reveal the new slutty invisible woman. The puppet master smiled again. Sue stood in the doorway in a new costume, one he had asked the New You salon for personally.

Sue wore a very tight red cheerleaders uniform with gold trim. The tiny top dropped at the front to reveal copious amounts of her considerable cleavage, over each breast was a letter, which when combined, spelled PM. The mini skirt was short enough to reveal the bottom of her tight asscheeks to all who cared to look (and all did). On her feet she wore trendy white pumps and small white socks. Her platinum hair was tied back in two long pigtails and her puffy lips coated in a light pink lipstick. To complete the look she carried two red and gold pom pom's.

"And I see that reason is here" smiled the puppet master. The others laughed as they left the room, happy to let the puppet master enjoy the fruits of his victory. As they passed sue in the doorway some deliberately brushed against her large tits, while the bolder of them roughly pinched her firm ass. As the last one left and closed the door the puppet master stood admiring his beautiful captive. The New You salon had done its work well. He pressed a button on the desk. The cameras in the room were now on, not to record for the film but for his own private collection. He was going to enjoy this.

Sue walked sexily over to him, swaying her hips as she moved. She smiled seductively, batting her long eyelashes. Her hair swayed behind her as her breasts bounced with each step.

"Hi" she purred as she sat carefully on his lap. She pressed her large pink lips against his and they kissed. The puppet master was grateful that one of the girls from the New You salon was controlling Sue now. He wouldn't be able to concentrate in a situation like this.

"Oh puppet master. You're so big and strong, if you look after me I'll do whatever you want" sue cooed. Boy did he love cheesy dialogue.

"Don't worry Susie I'll protect you" he replied. They kissed again, as she pressed her large bosom against his chest. Her hands moved to rub his erect cock inside his trousers. He grabbed her small top and pulled it roughly up, exposing her gargantuan titties.

"Oh Puppet master" sue squealed as he sucked hungrily at her thick rubbery teats and pulled on her large nipple rings. "That feels so good baby, oh yes, fuck you're little whore"

The puppet master didn't need any more encouragement. He picked Sue up and roughly tossed her onto the bed. He jumped on top of her and quickly pulled down her skirt to reveal her sexy trimmed snatch. He ran his hands over her nubile body, enjoying the feel of his former foe's tender skin. She pulled down his pants freeing his raging hard on.

"Oh Puppet Master, its sooo big" she giggled, stretching apart her legs to give him clear access to her gorgeous pussy. The puppet master laughed as he plunged his raging member into her tight cunt. It felt so good to be fucking his sexy foe. The now slutty sue groaned as he began to thrust in and out of her wet vagina. Harder and harder he thrust into his captive, enjoying the pleasure her tight snatch gave his old cock. He grabbed her mammaries, mashing them between his hands and using them to propel his cock deeper into her moist cunt.

Despite how in ecstasy she appeared on the outside, sue was crying on the inside. Internally she screamed as the puppet master raped and defiled her body. As he thrust in and out of her womanhood, Sue flashed back to earlier in the day, when she entered the New You Salon. ...

"Ooohh! Lookie here gals, it's the famous Susan Richards. And in our little studio too! Well isn't this fabulous"

Sue looked around the room, with what little control over her eyes she still had. The room appeared to be a very small beauty salon complete with just one chair and vanity unit. Inside the room were four women who looked to Sue like ditzy blonde sluts. They were all wearing extremely tight clothing that showed off their ridiculously large fake breasts and had thick layers of make up caked over their faces.

"What shall we do with her first Dee Dee?" said what appeared to be the youngest of the four women (though it was hard to tell) to the woman who had greeted Sue at the door.

"Lets mess with her mind" squealed another in her shrill high pitched voice, her humongous mammaries threatening to spill out of her top as she jumped up and down with excitement. The fourth girl giggled idiotically to herself as she held out a strange metal helmet.

"Now calm you girls," said Dee Dee who Sue could now recognize as the leader of this group of bimbo's. "We agreed a strict list of alterations with the Puppet Master, and he specifically said no mind alteration. He wants her to be fully aware and ashamed of today". The three other girls moaned pitifully and pouted their collagen-enhanced lips at their leader.

Dee Dee stood motionless for a second before grinning. "Well maybe we can do some small changes. But only when we've finished up". The other three girls squealed with joy and began to rush around the room setting up for the makeover.

Dee Dee walked over to Sue and stood directly in front of her, eyeing up the heroine. "So you're the famous Invisible Woman," she said. Dee Dee's tone was now strong and assertive, nothing like the ditzy show she had just put on with the other girls " Don't try anything funny with us Susie cause it wont work. The puppet master gave us this" She held out a small doll that was a spitting image of Sue. " You can't do anything unless I say so." She paused and smiled briefly. She looked Sue up and down again before slowly licking her lips. "Now if you would kindly remove your clothing we can begin."

Sue's eyes went wide. Were they really going to do what she thought they were up to. Despite her mental struggles to regain control Sue felt her arms move. She quickly pulled her tight blue uniform top over her head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing her plain white bra. A few seconds later and she was standing in just her underwear.

"And the rest" Dee Dee said. Sue responded instantly. Her hands crept round her back and undid her bra. She allowed it to droop forward and slide off her arms, exposing her pert C cup breasts and thick round nipples. She bent down and quickly pulled down her crisp white panties, exposing her neatly trimmed snatch. She stood upright, unmoving and exposed as Dee Dee surveyed her.

"Not bad not bad" She mused as she slowly walked behind Sue, appreciating the blonde woman's tight ass and well tanned back. "Yes there is definitely potential here." Sue almost flinched as Dee Dee's hands gently caressed her waist. She ran her hands up and down Sue's sides feeling the delicate contours of her body. " Nice firm figure, full asscheeks.." Sue silently squealed as the New You manager fondled her tits. "Oh dear" Dee Dee said as she pinched Sue's nipples "These breasts could certainly do with some work. Well that is what we are here for after all."

Dee Dee walked over to the other girls and whispered in their ears. Sue could hear them giggling, but not at what.

"Come over here" Dee Dee eventually called out to Sue as she patted the large salon chair. Sue walked over and sat in the luxurious black leather chair. One of the girls pressed a button and it reclined leaving Sue exposed to all in the room.

"Open wide" the younger girl said as sue spread her long legs, raising them in the air. The blonde bimbo whipped an unusual looking pair of panties out of her pocket. To sue they seemed to have an unusual lump at the bottom.

"Ooohh, the vibro panties. Nice thinking Sindy" cooed one of the others as Sindy began to slip the black panties up Sue's outstretched legs. Sue grunted as she realized why the garments had such an unusual name. The crotch of the panties apparently contained a long thick dildo that had just popped up into her vagina. Sindy pressed a button on the table and Sue gasped with unexpected pleasure. The dildo was vibrating, sending waves of pleasure through her snatch.

"See girls I told you deep down she was a dirty whore like us" Dee Dee laughed. She walked over holding two sinister looking needles. "The only reason she has such a goody goody rep is due to those poor excuses for tits". The others laughed and began to fondle their own fake funbags. "A good pair of tits and the men will be queuing up for a ride on this slut" Dee Dee continued "So. Which shall we give her, realistic and droopy boobies or a pair of firm n fabulous fake funbags?"

"Fake funbags" the other girls screamed before falling about in hysterics.

"Fake funbags it is then" Dee Dee concluded with glee "Don't worry Sue, this will hurt, but it's so worth it" Before Susan entirely realized what was happening Dee Dee had inserted a needle into each breast and flicked a switch on the large pump beside the chair. It hummed to life and sue felt a strange sensation in her breasts.

"Can I do her hair now" came a voice from behind Sue's head.

"Sure candy" Dee Dee replied, "Sue here may have wonderful blonde hair but I'm thinking she would look extra slutty with some nice platinum locks"

"Perhaps extended a bit," asked Sindy hopefully"

"Sure, and use the behavioral modification helmet now as well. I know the Puppet master wants her mind unaltered but we simply can't have her hiding up all our lovely handiwork now can we." The girls huddled for a minute. Sue watched as they tapped some instructions into a laptop. Sue groaned, she was beginning to orgasm and her breasts felt strange, and heavier, definitely heavier. Finally the four salon girls wandered back over.

"Okay now Sue, we're just going to put this helmet over your head. It's programmed to do your hair and a few other things. Then we're going to leave you alone for a bit while we make you a nice new uniform that will turn all those horny male heads, but don't worry the vibro panties should keep you entertained." Dee Dee slipped the large helmet over Sue's head before turning and walking out the room closely followed by the others.

Sue felt the next hour pass slowly by. She orgasmed time after time thanks to the vibro panties and her breasts were expanding extremely quickly, the nipples becoming long and puffy. Sue felt ashamed of the large mammaries sticking out from her chest. She had always admired her slender figure and was appalled by the mockery of herself she was becoming. She wanted to hide it away, only, well, she didn't. The thought of baggy covering clothes was becoming even more unappealing than her new tits.

Occasionally Dee Dee or one of the others came in to check how she was doing. One time Sindy injected her lips with some liquid Sue could only guess was collagen. Finally after what seemed like forever they all returned.

"Okay Sue lets see how you are doing..Oh my those titties are fabulous... and those lips." Dee Dee exclaimed as she slipped the helmet off. She squealed with delight as she beheld Sue's new platinum locks. "My do you look like a dirty little whore Susan Richards, I'm so proud." She turned and motioned to the others "Come on girls lets add the remaining touches we've prepared"

The girls flocked around Sue in a flurry of activity. Fake nails were swiftly applied, followed by large hooped earrings, deep red lipstick and thickly applied makeup. Two small devices were quickly placed over her eyes, which Dee Dee explained were to give her longer, thicker lashes for a more seductive bat. Shortly the girls backed away admiring their new handiwork.

"Now for the final touches" Dee Dee beamed. Candy passed her two large metal circlets. "These are top of the line adamantium nipple rings" She said calmly "Once implanted and activated they form a complete circle and bind to the breasts nervous system. This brings heightened pleasure to the wearer when they are played with and also prevents their removal. One girl tried to have them removed and died from the agony"

She placed the two metal rings against Sue's now thick rubbery nipples. Instantaneously they melded with the skin, sinking into the flesh. Sue yelped with agony as they permanently bonded with her new titties.

"Perfect" said Dee Dee. To her left Candy was pouting.

"What about the tattoo?" She moaned.

"Oh my god. I forgot. Quick, somebody get the tattoo machine. We don't have time for anything elaborate, so let's just put something naughty on her asscheek. Any suggestions girls?"

"Invisible Slut" "Susie Prickhards" "Insatiable whore" "Fuckslut"

"Ooh yes. Fuckslut. Dirty yet traditional. Nice one Bambi." Bambi blushed with pride at being chosen as Dee Dee typed the words into the high tech tattoo machine. She placed the device over Sue's asscheek and pressed enter. Sue yelped as the needles pierced her skin, forever defacing her soft flesh with the slur. A few minutes the later, the machine was removed and Fuckslut was clear on Sue's tanned rear in perfect looping letters.

"Fantastic" Candy joked as Dee Dee willed Sue to her feet. The girls admired their handiwork, each of them aroused by the deliciously slutty invisible woman. Sue looked at herself in the mirror and a dirty whore looked back at her. She would have cried if she could, but her face remained expressing a sultry come on. Dee Dee walked behind her and again began to caress the soft skin of her latest project.

"Hmmm. Much better" She purred as she caressed Sue's heaving mammaries. She gently pulled on the large nipple rings causing Sue to moan contently.

"You like it don't you," she whispered in Sue's ear as her hands crept down to Sue's warm snatch. She gently rubbed Sue's womanhood with one hand and her own with the other. She gently kissed Sue's cheek. "I bet you'd like me to lick your pussy and make you come over and over."

"Umm Dee Dee, I thought we were short of time" Bambi said quietly, not wishing to upset her boss. Dee Dee sighed and reluctantly let go of Sue's titties. She slowly walked across the room and picked up what appeared like a skimpy little rag.

"Time to get dressed Sue," she said as she handed Sue the small piece of blue fabric. Sue complied ******* the tight blue shorts over her full ass. In the mirror she could see a faint outline of her pussy lips straining against the tight material. After the brief glance in the mirror she put her new top on. It was an even snugger fit than the shorts and barely pulled over her new titties that were straining to break out of the constrictive material. The large cut out 4 displayed off most of her heaving breasts, just stopping short of her large nipples. Sue was stood admiring her slutty self in the mirror for a moment before she was mentally led to the door. All four girls gave her a quick goodbye kiss before she opened the door.

....

Sue was jolted out of her flashback by a large orgasm that rushed through her body. She squealed with pleasure and panted heavily. As her cunt squeezed his dick the puppet master couldn't contain himself anymore. A huge torrent of cum exploded from his cock and gushed deep into the invisible woman's sopping wet pussy. He thrust into her a few more times before collapsing on top of his beautiful captive.

"Good girl" he whispered as he lay there caressing her huge funbags. Sue remained relatively motionless for a while as her heart rate began to slow down. She was breathing heavily and her fake titties were heaving up and down. Finally after a few minutes the puppet master had regained his breath. He kissed Sue's lips quickly before deftly flipping her over. In response she ************* raised her round ass upwards presenting her tight asshole to him. He placed his hands firmly on her asscheecks and thrust.

The night in New York was dark and cloudy. On the roof of the puppet master's lair stood the lone figure of the Black Widow. She stood silently, shivering in the cold, her long red hair billowing in the stiff breeze. Her skintight black costume offered little protection against the elements and her large nipples stood erect and visible through the tight fabric. She cared little for all of this. She was back in New York on the trail of a hideous gang of criminals, ready and willing to turn any woman into a crass perverted plaything for any with enough cash. She had been trailing the New You salon for weeks now and had finally caught up with them. Tonight she would take those bitches down.

Silently she removed the grill to the buildings air vent and slithered down into the metal tube. She exited on the first floor, her lithe frame gently squeezing through the narrow grate. She quickly sneaked down the hallway, seeing an open doorway she peered inside. The room was empty. She breezed inside, into what appeared to be a small beauty parlor.

"Perfect" she thought, instantly recognizing one of the New You's salons. She began to look round the room. Her guard dropped as she became engrossed in the disturbing evidence she found lying around the room. Large implants stacked, in a corner, row after row of shampoo and needles. Beside the vanity mirror was a large white tub, marked only with the words "Phatass mix"

"So I said to Dee Dee.." Sindy was saying as she walked into the room. Her voice went cold as she turned on the light and withheld the beauteous redheaded spy leaning over a cabinet, a shocked look on her face. The two women stood facing each other for a brief moment.

"Oh my god Candy, its that horrible Black Widow. Quick get help". Before The Black Widow could react Candy who had been following Sindy into the room was running down the hall screaming in her high pitch voice for guards. She silently cursed herself for such a novice lapse in concentration. She leaped to fire a widow's bite at the blonde bimbo to shut her up, but Sindy dived at her, knocking her aim wide.

"Damn" thought the widow, "This was going to be such an easy job too"


"Oh god, yes. Fuck me harder you tin plated god, harder. Susie wanna cum" Sue screamed as the man beneath her in the Dr Doom costume slammed his metal plated cock upwards, deep into her cunt. Two other Dooms were busy massaging her huge bouncing titties as a fourth stood in front of her and shoved his metal phallus between her soft lips. Sue sucked eagerly on the cold metal cock, biting gently as it thrust in and out of her petit mouth.

The puppet master grinned as he watched the bizarre scene played out before him. When one of the others had passed him the idea for the scene he had balked but now he loved it. What better way to humiliate Reed Richards than to see his wife fuck his greatest enemy, even in role-play.

As Sue gyrated to the thrusting of the Dooms, she groaned as the first orgasm hit her. Her tight vaginal muscles locked onto the metal cock inside her womanhood, exciting the owner into cumming deep into her snatch. He groaned with pleasure, muttering something about Doom's greatest victory. He finally pulled out and was quickly replaced by the rigid member of one of the other Dooms. The orgy continued as one after the other the Dooms fucked Sue's tight cunt.

"Excuse me Puppet Master," gasped one of the flunkies as he burst into the room, a panicked look on his face. The crew looked at the puppet master who quickly motioned for them to continue filming.

"Well what is it?" the puppet master asked impatiently. He disliked being interrupted during filming.

"Upstairs.. in the salons" the goon clumsily blurted out. In his desire to quickly reveal the facts he was stumbling over the words. "A redheaded chick in black is here. Sh..She is holding of the muscle. What shall we do?"

If he was alarmed, the puppet master did not show it. Instead he merely smiled a small sly smile and picked up a fresh lump of clay. "The Black Widow eh.. Don't worry" he said calmly "I'll deal with this". As he stood to leave Sue was on all fours, a look of ecstasy on her face as one of the Dooms took her up the ass.

Natasha was becoming more and more concerned. The Salon seemed to have far more security than normal. Still not enough to cause her too much trouble but there must be a reason for all these guards. A large black man rushed at her but was swiftly stopped by a firm kick in the face. Two more rushed at her but were dispatched by two well placed widow's bites.

"Stop"

The black widow stood motionless. She looked from side to side. Her assailants were picking themselves off the floor and were grinning broadly.

"Heh, the old guy got ya now bitch" laughed one as he roughly grabbed at Natasha's ample bosom through the black leather costume. To her alarm she didn't even whimper, all she could do was stand motionless. However she didn't truly begin to panic until a small bald man walked in front of her.

"So you're the famous black widow then" said the Puppet Master calmly as he cradled the hastily prepared doll resembling the buxom redhead. "I'm afraid you picked the wrong case this time my dear. My associates really are not happy with you. In fact I think they want to make an example out of you"

"That's the bitch all right," raged Dee Dee walking into the room "That's the bitch that had Cee Cee put away. You gotta give her to us PM. When we're through with her that stuck up cow's gonna be nothing more than the stupid little whore she oughta be. She's gonna be a big titted, no brained, open legged no good little skank"

The puppet master smiled. He looked his new captive up and down admiring her slender legs and trim stomach. His gaze held on her impressive mammaries for a second before looking at her pretty European facial structure, her long red hair, her soft blue eyes. He walked towards her a gently caressed her cheek.

"If I may make a suggestion?" he added.

The black widow assessed her current situation. She was back in the new you salon and securely bound to the large salon chair. She had been stripped of all her clothing and at least two of the guards had shot their loads over her face and tits. For some reason she was not currently under the puppet masters control but her bonds were so tight that she couldn't move anyway.

The door to the salon opened and the four beauticians walked in. Dee Dee marched over to the bound heroine and smacked her hard across the face.

"Stupid bitch" she said as she smacked the widow again, this time with the back of her hand. "My sister was ten times the woman you are and now she's in jail, just because you think what we do is wrong. Well now it's time for some revenge"

The other girls cheered. They moved around the captive redhead and by manipulating her bonds ****** her to lie flat on her stomach.

"But before you took her down my sister had developed a new cosmetic treatment for whores like yourself, and just our luck we got the first batch delivered today" Dee Dee patted the large metal cylinder Natasha had seen earlier, the one labeled 'Phatass mix'. "And seen as how you have such an unattractive and bony little tush, I think you will be an excellent guinea pig." Dee Dee walked forwards, carrying four large needles attached to the cylinder. Natasha yelped as each needle was ********** inserted into her petit buttocks. Another of the girls tuned a valve and a thick gooey liquid oozed through the four pipes and into her ass.

"What the hell is this?" whimpered a stupefied Black widow as she felt the cool substance begin to affect her buttocks. She could feel her asscheeks, firm up and then slowly (and quite painfully) begin to expand. The beauticians looked on smiling.

"Excellent" beamed Dee Dee watching the Widow's ass rise out from her slender body. "Set up the rest of the equipment, I want a full bimboification done on this bitch. Looks like the puppet master just got himself another whore

A few hours later the puppet master was back in the film studio. The backdrop behind him was made up to look like a rolling green field on a beautiful spring day. The two aspiring young actors stood before him.

"You know you guys are really lucky" he said to the two teenagers "Losing your virginity to such a sexy and high profile woman such as this is really quite rare."

"Yeah we know," grinned one "Tim and me have been 'fans' of hers for ages.

"We saw her for real once" replied Tim "I had a hard on for days afterwards. She is so fucking hot"

"Yes well since you last saw her Sue has gone through a few improvements so you should find the new Invisible woman even hotter" tittered the puppet master. "Now since you are all ready all you have to do is go over there and pretend to be looking for Easter eggs. If one of you could say something about finding the Easter bunny."

"The Easter bunny?" Tim asked quizzically.

"Just go with it" said the puppet master impatiently "the rest should come naturally enough."

The two teens walked across to the stage still not completely convinced. The puppet master stood beside the cameraman. "Action" he shouted.

On cue the two boys began rummaging around the fake hillock.

"Boy Steve" said Tim "I sure wish I could find an Easter egg round here"

"Yeah" replies Steve "If only the Easter bunny would come and bring us some"

"Well hi boys" came a sultry voice from behind them.

"Holy ****" they said simultaneously as they turned. The two sixteen year olds stood mouths agape at the wondrous vision before them. Sue stood hands on hips, with a radiant smile beaming from her face. Her buxom body covered by a skimpy white bikini that barely contained her humongous titties. Her lipstick and nails were now a pale shade to match her bikini and curly platinum locks. Upon her head she wore a pair of floppy white rabbit ears. She was breathing heavily and the boys gaze fixed upon her heaving bosom.

"Well boys, don't you have anything to say to Sue the Easter bunny?" Sue continued. She seductively bent forward, showing off her ample cleavage. As she batted her long lashes she twisted sideways, showing off her pert buttocks and the white bunny tail attached to her briefs.

"The Easter bunny?" Tim said, a second look of bafflement appeared on his face.

"Who cares, look at that whores Easter eggs" replied Steve, still entranced by Sue's cleavage.

"Yeah I wouldn't mind unwrapping them," agreed Tim.

Sue was made to giggle at this and sauntered forward towards the transfixed teens. She could see their raging members, but instead of horror she now felt only empty. The puppet master was winning.

Sue reached the boys, still smiling. "Well boys, I'll let you unwrap me if I can unwrap you" she purred, gently caressing Tim's chin with her right hand while slowly rubbing Steve's crotch with her left.

"Good" thought the puppet master as he watched the unfolding scene. The boys had quickly removed Sue's bikini top and were ********** themselves in her titflesh, licking her large teats and tugging at her large nipple rings. Sue was moaning with pleasure and rubbing her moist clit as the boys caressed her tender body.

"Excuse me sir". The puppet master turned. Dee Dee was standing next to him with a pleased grin on her face.

"Presenting the all new Black Widow," she continued, raising her arms and pointing to her left. His gaze quickly followed her dictation and was amazed by the sight that stood before him. She stood stark naked and unmoving, her hands held behid her back. Her face was still recognizable as the European beauty she had been but like Sue, her lips and eyelashes were larger. Her hair remained a fiery red but was longer, down to the small of her back and very curly. Her breasts were considerably larger (and faker) than before and her nipples appeared rock hard, but unlike Sue she bore no nipple rings.

"We only bought one pair with us" Dee Dee explained, seeing the direction and disappointment in his gaze. "However we were able to try out our new Phat-ass treatment on this client". On queue Natasha turned round, showing off her huge heart shaped ass. Her new buttocks stuck out prominently from her thin figure and practically oozed sex.

"We couldn't resist" Dee Dee continued "Her ass was so small and bony, it would have been cruel not to do it" They both laughed at this. "She has no recollection of her old life and has very little intelligence left so should meet all of your other specifications too. She should make quite a nice slave."

"Oh god yes, fuck your little bunny slut" screamed sue. She was on all fours as Steve took her from behind. Tim had finally whipped out his member and shoved it into her eager mouth, her large lips wrapped around his young cock and sucked enthusiastically.

Ignoring the hot sex scene filming behind him, the puppet master addressed his naked minion. "Is that true my dear? What do you think of me?

"Oh master" Natasha replied with a new high pitch ditzy tone to her sultry eastern European voice. She rushed forward to embrace him, wrapping her arms around his small frame and pushing her huge titties into his chest. She kissed him passionately, eagerly exploring his mouth with her tongue. Eventually she slowly pulled away from him, a large smile across her face.

"Can we fuck now?" She asked eagerly, any semblance of her old personality and intelligence gone forever. She glanced over at Sue and the boys and instinctively began to rub her crotch, the desire to be filled burned deep within her now.

The puppet master laughed. "I'm sorry my dear but I'm very busy right now" he replied causing Natasha to pout. "However I think my friend here deserves a good fuck. You kicked him quite hard earlier you know". He gestured towards one of the guards Natasha had taken down during her entrance.

"I did!" replied Natasha completely shocked that she could hurt someone. "Gee I'm sorry. Please let me make it up to you, I'll let you do whatever you want with me" she walked over to the guard and rubbed his cheek soothingly. He smiled, his cock already hardening.

"Yeah, well I'm sure we're gonna have lots of fun" he said as he caressed her naked body. He looked over to the puppet master, who nodded approvingly.

"Half an hour, then I want her back."

"No problem boss" he said. He picked up the big-bottomed slut and headed towards one of the smaller recording studios.


"Turn on the camera's in studio C," ordered the puppet master to one of his other flunkies. He turned back to oversee Sue's bunny scene. Steve was now lying on the floor, a huge satisfied grin on his face, having seconds earlier cummed inside the stunning heroine. A few moments later Tim pulled his dick out of Sue's mouth and shot his load over her face. Sue greedily licked off the thick goo, sexily sucking on her long fingers. As Tim joined Steve in bliss, three more teens appeared on set, each sporting a hard on, and quickly stripping.


Sue smiled. "Oh boy more friends for the Easter bunny" she purred as she lay on her back. She opened her legs wide, giving the boys (and the camera) a clear view of her recently fucked snatch. "Cum on in boys" she cried out "Cum enter the Easter Bunny's warren"


The first boy reached her and seconds later was quickly hammering his manhood into Sue's pussy. As she moaned with pleasure the second sat on her stomach and shoved his dick between he mountainous fun bags. Sue mashed her flesh pillows together and titfucked the delighted teen. Finally the third sat down and placed his cock in easy reach of Sue's puffy lips. Sue eagerly clamped onto his rod and began sucking, expertly fucking all three boys at once. Steve and Tim sat watching the gangbang, furiously jerking off their re-erect cocks.


Somehow the puppet master managed to pull his eyes from the delightful scene before him and glanced at a small monitor close by. He could see his guard and the former black widow caressing each other's naked forms. The man clearly loving her massive fake titties and phat ass. The puppet master grabbed the remote and turned up the sound.


"Hell yeah" grunted the guard as he grasped Natasha's large titties and rubbed his large cock against her ass "I got a thing for redheaded sluts like you and that Mary Jane bimbo. She's got a sweet rack and ass like yours. I'm gonna fuck her like this one day too. He tossed Natasha roughly onto the bed, leaving her phat ass upraised. He smacked her large buttocks roughly, enjoying the way her taught flesh quivered on impact and the large grunt that came from her mouth. He smacked her ass again and received a slightly louder moan. He did it again and again....and again.


"Can we get to the fucking now?" Natasha finally begged after he finished punishing her phat asscheeks. "Cause all this spanking has really got my pussy dripping"


Responding instantly he roughly caressed the rest of her body, feeling his way towards her pussy. He pushed slowly against her tight vaginal lips "Hell yeah" he repeated as he slammed his member deep into the Russian's moist cunt. She moaned louder as he thrust in and out of her tight hole.


"Oh god it's so big. Uhn. Faster, ah, that's it. Make me cum" she moaned as he grasped her waist and pumped harder and faster. Her large titties rocked beneath her sensuous frame as she humped him back, eager to meet each penetrating advance of his cock, her pussy widened, accepting the pleasure of the rough fucking.


"Jesus, you're one tight bitch. Gonna fuck you real good you redheaded ho. Make you scream like that model bitch will."


Back in the main studio Sue was still going. Her pretty body was plastered with drying cum and her tits were reddened and sore from all the attention but still she sucked and fucked as the teens recovered and fucked her anew. Tim was now slamming his young cock into Sue's slender ass, buttfucking the blonde heroine. Steve and one of the other boys were lying below Sue gorging on her titflesh. The rabbit ears still sat on her head but they were battered and bent. Sue squealed as she orgasmed again and was rewarded with a fresh cock to suck. She took it between her thick blowjob lips and nibbled gently on the tip, causing the owner to shiver in delight.


The puppet master sat watching both the orgy before him and the quick fuck on the screen. As Sindy jerked him off he watched as his guardsman orgasmed sending his jizm deep inside the black widows vagina. She responded in kind with an orgasm that shook through her entire body, exciting the spent cock still inside her. The man laughed as he flipped the redheaded whore over before feasting on her jiggling fun bags. Natasha was now content to lie there and be used, her desire to be fucked sated for the moment.


The puppet master looked up as Sue gave a final hand job to the only boy left, deftly extracting the last drops of cum from his penis and enthusiastically gulping them down. ....


A few hours later the puppet master lay in his bed. On either side, pressing their large unfettered tits into his chest were Sue and Natasha. On the floor lay two discarded cheerleaders top and a couple of pom poms. Sue leant over and kissed Natasha. The two women eagerly exploring each other mouths. The puppet master smiled. He had just had yet another brilliant idea.

Sue walked down the street. She was invisible, her master didn't want anyone to recognise her even with her perverted new body. The puppet master had sent her out to the New You salons new New York boutique for some modifications. After their commercial success with transforming her and the Black Widow, they had been deluged with offers from both super villains and ordinary men desperate to create partners more to their liking. In response the Salon had set up a trendy modern salon in the heart of New York (under a fake name of course) where they could secretly do their perverted work at a level they had never before managed.


As Sue neared the salon, the door opened and a long legged redhead strolled calmly out of the store. " Mary Jane" thought Sue recognising the stunning model instantly and with an intense pang of panic for her friend. What had the salon done to her? Sue studied Spiderman's buxom wife as she walked away down the street. She didn't seem any different. Her breasts didn't look any bigger than normal and her ass was still tight and pert. Sighing silently to herself Sue opened the door to the salon. She could see Dee Dee standing behind the counter, talking to a client on the salons phone.


"Yes this is Dee Dee... She just left sir... yes the treatment went as planned... Well let's just say you can go ahead and book the playboy shoot right now. I think she's quite looking forward to it now....The other thing?..Yes I think she will quite happily ***** around for parts now...Yes I'm sure the directors will be pleased with this development...Porn?.. No I'm sorry that will cost extra but we would provide a complimentary breast augmentation..One cup size only mind.....Ok.. Pleasure doing business with you too sir.. Bye now.


Dee Dee put the phone down and smiled. "You can turn visible now Sue." Sue gasped loudly with surprise "What? You think just because you're invisible I didn't notice the door opening by itself. You don't give me a lot of credit do you?


Sue willed herself visible. She was dressed in the skimpy red cheerleaders uniform that the puppet master ****** her to wear on all occasions when she wasn't filming. She stood motionless, awaiting her next command.


"Good" smirked Dee Dee holding her specially prepared Sue doll. "Now if you think you can manage it follow me into the backroom where we can get on with your. upgrades" She tittered as she walked across the room and unlocked the back door. Sue quickly walked across the room and followed the salons manager through the door. As Dee Dee closed it behind them she surveyed the room. The other three salon girls, Sindy, Bambi and Candy were there. It looked like the three balloon chested blonde ditz's had just finished setting up.


"Right Sue" said Dee Dee, "Mr Masters has decided that while your titties are pretty nice at their current size, they would look nicer if they were bigger".


"Much bigger" agreed Sindy enthusiastically.


"Zeppelin size" giggled Candy, her own zeppelin-sized breasts jiggling as she laughed.


"Exactly" finished Dee Dee " So if you'll just take of your.. heh..uniform then we can begin inflating your boobies like a pair of car tyres." Without a seconds hesitation Sue stripped out of the tight red costume and stood naked before the four girls.


"We do good work don't we?" cooed Bambi admiring Sues already large breasts and large adamantium nipple rings. Candy nodded in agreement as she attached two large needles onto sues large red nipples.


"Aren't you lucky Susie, soon your breasts will be the size of basketballs and your lovely nipples the size of saucers."


"Aww I wish I had saucer sized nipples" pouted Sindy with disappointment at her relatively miniscule DD jugs.


"Maybe one day" Dee Dee assured her youngest employee. She twisted a dial on the wall, turning on the pump for the silicone-based solution. Sue watched as the twin tubes filled with the clear substance and it slowly travelled up towards her already overstuffed mammaries. Sue groaned slightly as she felt the cool liquid pass from the metal needles and enter into her teats.


"Excellent" clapped Dee Dee as her captives breasts enlarged before her eyes "the next modification Mr Masters asked for was for your little tush. He was so pleased with how the Black Widows big fat ass came out that he thinks yours is now far to small and bony, besides with what he has got planned for you I think you will soon be grateful for all this extra padding."


Sue yelped as Candi shoved two even larger needles deep into her asscheeks. Dee Dee turned a second dial and the large machine attached to the phat ass mix vat in the corner began to hum. Sue felt her ass begin to swell as the fat like substance oozed slowly into her rear.


"I do love the phat-ass mix" giggled Bambi as she watched the invisible woman's ass balloon outwards. "I think it's our best product"


"Oh no, I much prefer the IQ dampener" argued Sindy.


'What did you do to Mary Jane" sue asked, the pain from the two procedures finally allowing her to able to assert enough dominance to ask one small question.


"I thought that would have been obvious from the phone call" scolded Dee Dee "There are a lot and I do mean a lot of people that would **** to see that slut naked. Playboy offered her a huge sum to do a centre fold shoot but she turned them down again and again, the moralistic bitch. So her agent phoned us to give her one of our special haircuts. Now every ********** man in America will be able to whack of to pictures of her naked"


"Its almost a public service" added Candi.


"Maybe we'll get medals" added Bambi hopefully.


"Anyway it's nothing for you to be concerned with Sue, she'll never be as famous as you currently are. I hear the sale of your DVD's is huge. Besides soon you wont be smart enough to care. The third modification the puppet master wanted was to your brain. He's finally decided (and not after time) that you should just be a stereotypical dumb blonde, who is obsessed with sex, n one of this intelligent and assertive yet maternal woman crap. Your IQ will soon be as low as the Black widows, and that's pretty low. You'll still know what's happening to you, which is important to the puppet master but you'll be even less able to fight it than you are now."


Sindy wheeled forward the IQ dampener and placed the bulky metal headpiece over Sue's head. She tightened the leather head strap under Sue's chin, firmly attaching the headpiece over her head.


"Wont be long now" she whispered sweetly into Sue's ear.


.....................


A few hours later the Puppet Master stood at the front of his recording studio. It was now decked out to look like an old Victorian schoolroom, with large stone and timber walls and row after row of school desks. He was wearing an old schoolmasters black cape and mortarboard. In his hands he was excitedly twisting a long cane. In front of him sat an unruly bunch of the super villain community who had agreed to help him produce this scene. The multitude of super villains were dressed in school uniforms and included among others the frightful four, the Mad Thinker, Diablo, the melter, the constrictor, the molecule man and Klaw). At the back of the class wearing a noticeably tighter and skimpier uniform than everyone else was the Black Widow. A look of giddy stupidity across her face, the now simple redhead wasn't quite sure what was going on but she did like dressing up.


Upon cue a knock was heard at the door.


"Come in" bellowed the puppet master authoritatively. The door slowly opened and Sue nervously entered the room. A chorus of whistles came up from the assembled super villains. The once pristine Invisible woman now sported a humongous pair of basketball sized tits and had an ass to match. The short white blouse she was wearing struggled to hold in the impressive bust and her large saucer nipples were pressed so tight against the fabric that they could be seen in expert detail, her long teats and nipple rings pushed the fabric out another good inch and a half. A very very short grey skirt that left her legs and indeed most of her ass uncovered. Underneath could be seen a pair of crisp white panties that seemed at least two sized to small. A stripped school tie, a pair of patterned knee high white socks and black short heeled patent leather buckled strapped shoes completed the ensemble. Her long platinum hair had been woven into two plats that now sat neatly upon her large bosom, onto each had been tied a pretty pink bow. Sue looked completely ridiculously and obviously knew it.


"Silence" bellowed the puppet master, silencing the class. "Welcome to our class Miss Storm, although you're attire and tardiness leave much to be desired. If you would take your seat" he motioned to a spare desk in the middle of the room "then we can begin today's test"


Sue gulped as she sat down, he large asscheeks spreading out beneath her. She picked up her pencil and looked at the paper. Everyone around was writing frantically but she struggled to even comprehend what the first question was on about. Just a few hours earlier this would have been no problem but with her radically reduced IQ she could barely answer a single question and spent most of the time idly twirling her pencil between her slender fingers. In what seemed like no time at all the puppet master called time.


"Now lets see how our newest student has done" he said, walking straight over to Sue's desk. He picked up Sue's nearly bare paper and studied it carefully. He tutted sharply.


"Miss Storm"


"Yes?" Sue replied nervously, she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.


"How old are you Miss Storm?" asked the Puppet Master coldly.


"32, I think" sue replied slowly, her tiny brain struggling to cope with even this question.


"You think! Well from this test I wouldn't have said you think at all. No wonder you are still at school at such an advanced age. You are obviously a very stupid and dim witted girl aren't you?"


"No" Sue began to protest before realising that this would probably make things worse. "That is I suppose so sir"


"You suppose so! You suppose so! You come into My classroom tardily dressed like a cheap little whore, perform so badly in this simple little test that a blind retarded hamster could have beaten you and all you can say is I suppose so! Well I think it is time for some severe punishment. Come to the front of the class right now Miss Storm"


Sue gulped again as she stood up and walked towards the front of the class. A couple of the villains swatted her ass as she passed them. The Puppet Master stood there sternly staring at her brandishing his cane menacingly. As she reached the front of the class the Puppet Master pulled up a stool and sat down.


"Right Miss Storm, this will hurt you a lot more than it hurts me" said the puppet master as he roughly hauled the big-bosomed woman down over his raised knees. Sue grabbed the edge of his desk to prevent her head crashing down into the floor. Her large tits bulged outwards, threatening to burst free of the enclosing blouse.


"B.But sir" Sue stammered as he hiked up her little skirt, fully exposing her large pink ass. He grabbed her tiny white panties and pulled the off, tossing them across the room. A few of the assembled villains cheered mockingly as her pussy lips came into view.


"Don't resist Miss Storm," replied the Puppet Master as he raised his cane skyward, while roughly groping her ass with his free hand, "Now after every blow I want you to count the number of blows and say Thank you sir. You think your dim little brain can comprehend that?"

"Compre..?" the now ditzy Sue responded.


The Puppet master did not respond. He merely sighed before bringing the cane down firmly down on her gigantic ass.


CRACK


"Yaaah, One thank you sir"


CRACK


"Aaah, Two thank you sir"


CRACK


"Oooh Three thank you sir"


Sue's eyes filled with tears as the pain stinging her rear increased with every strike of the cane. The class of villains sat watching, cocks erect. Natasha sat at the back idly thinking how nice it would be to have a good old spanking and how lucky this Susie was to be having one in front of all these hot guys.


CRACK


"YAAAH Nine thank you sir"


CRACK


"OWWWWW umm... eight thank you sir"


"You lost count you dumb bitch! Right now you really deserve to be punished"


CRACK


"AAAH"


CRACK


CRACK


CRACK


The puppet master rained blow after punishing blow on the former heroines bright red buttocks, punishing the enlarged ass cheeks with ever increasing ferocity. The veins on his bald head throbbed as the exertion caused his old heart to race faster and faster. On his lap Sue could not hold back the tears as the pain only increased further. Her gigantic flesh pillows rocked with each blow stretching the already taught top further and further until finally a large ripping sound was heard. Buttons exploded everywhere as her zeppelin boobies burst free and hung below the punished heroine. The villains cheered louder, all wishing they could have a turn with the invisible woman and her beautiful new rack.


CRACK


CRACK


CRACK


CRACK


Finally the Puppet master began to slow the caning and finally stopped. He pulled the crying Sue of his lap and stood her before the class. Her giant asscheeks were covered with bright red welts and her tits jutted proudly out of her torn blouse.


"Right. I think you have learnt you lesson" said the exhausted Puppet master.


"Yes sir" whimpered his victim, trying to hold back more tears.


"Good. Now go stand in the corner while I deal with our other unruly pupil" Sue walked over to the corner and stood facing away from the class. Her skirt was still pinned up and her red raw ass was exposed to everyone present.


"Natasha" barked the Puppet master loudly.


"Yes Mr Puppet Master sir" responded the redheaded bimbo cheerfully. Could it really be her turn now?


"You did even worse than the equally stupid Miss Storm on today's test. Its time for you to come up her and receive your punishment". The black widow almost clapped with joy. She stood up and sauntered to the front of the class, teasing the assembled villains with her sultry movements. She promptly lay over the puppet masters knees, ass pertly raised and awaited her spanking.


"To be honest, I'm pretty knackered from the last caning" Said the Puppet Master, his age was beginning to tell. "Who wants to spank.. I mean cane Natasha for me?"


Every hand in the class was raised as a brief pandemonious cry for attention came from every villain present. Most had fantasised about such a thing many times in the past.


"Hmm, who to choose, who to choose" Mused the Puppet Master as he looked around the class. Finally his eyes rested on the swelled ass of the invisible woman. "Sue" he ordered, "Come back over here"


Sue turned and gingerly walked back across the room. To her surprise the puppet master handed her his cane.


"Use this on Natasha for me would you" he said calmly "You think you can manage to do this simple thing for me?" Sue nodded silently, she didn't want to say anything to cause herself any more pain. "Good. Now begin"


Sue pulled down Natasha's tight black panties and after a brief pause brought the cane down on her large ass.


CRACK


"Owww"


CRACK


"AAAAH"


CRACK


As the caning increased in intensity both girls large chests bounced wildly in front of them. Natasha's large bust like Sue's had earlier ripped out of her tight schoolgirls blouse and rocked free. The villains sat mesmerised by the twin pairs of giant tits rocking like pendulums. Finally after a few minutes the Puppet master raised his arm to signal Sue to stop. As she finished she looked down at Natasha's welt covered rectum and softly gulped. Her large chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath.


"Very good Sue" assured the Puppet Master "Now use this on her". Sue's eyes widened with shock as the old man held out a large blue strap on dildo to her.


"Sir?" she replied with surprise.


"Just do it" he insisted as she took the thick blue object from him. She quickly strapped it over his moistening pussy and lined it up next to Natasha's vulnerable ass.


"Do it Susie" Pleaded Natasha as the blonde heroine hesitated "I'm a bad little girl and I need to be punished. Please fuck my cunny Susie"


After a brief pause Sue finally shoved the thick phallus deep between Natasha's moist snatch. The Black Widow groaned with pleasure as the blonde heroine began to thrust into her with a fast rhythm.


"God yes Susie, I'm such a naughty little skank, fuck my pussy harder. Ooh yes Susie harder, harder" The women's twin pairs of balloon sized breasts were heaving wildly as Sue thrust harder and faster into the horny redheads dripping cunt. Finally the watching villains couldn't take just watching any more. The more assertive ones among them got up and ran towards the humping heroines.


"Suck my cock slut" Ordered the Molecule Man as he whipped out his member and slapped it into the Black Widows face. To his delight the aroused Russian eagerly wrapped her thick rubbery lips around his enlarged dick. She began to suck hard as Klaw and the melter lay under her and began licking her rocking mammaries. The other villains crowded around and grabbed as much of the two heroines exposed flesh as they could. As Sue humped the ditzy woman below her, her old self retreated further and further inside her mind. The salons programming was taking full hold. Her love of fucking was growing more and more.


A few minutes later Sue felt Natasha tense up on the thick dildo as she began to cum. Her loud groan was muffled by the Molecule Mans large cock as she gave into the intense pleasure she felt and her body erupted with an intense orgasm. Sue continued to fuck her old friend for several more minutes until after the Molecule Man had spunked over Natasha's pretty face and matted her hair with his jizm.


Sue pulled the thick dildo out of Natasha's sopping cunt. It popped out with a large loud squelching sound and was immediately replaced with the constrictors straining cock.


"Very good Sue" said the Puppet Master approvingly as the Wizard and the Trapster surrounded the platinum blonde beauty. Behind them the Mad Thinker now had his cock stuffed between Natasha's thick red lips as her schoolgirl orgy continued.


"Thank you sir" she cooed, as she tried to regain her breath. Her heart was still racing and her chest was heaving rapidly. The two villains moved forward and began to caress her ass and tits.


"As a reward the two head boys here are going to go with you to your room and give you some" he paused "how shall we put this.. Private tuition. Ok?"


Sue nodded with approval as she turned and let the two lustful villains out of the room. As they followed her swaying ass out of the room they winked at each other, large smirks plastered across their faces.


......


Across New York in another studio Mary Jane Parker lay stark naked on a bed of rose petals. She arched her back suggestively and smiled as the photographer took picture after picture of the stunning model.


At the back of the room Hugh Heffner watched approvingly. The next issue of Playboy would fly of the shelves. He was on to a winner here. Mary Jane caught his gaze and gave him a seductive little wink.


"Very good MJ" he called out approvingly. "How about when we're done here you come back to my office and we discuss what business we can do together next"


"As long as that's not all we do" the busty redhead purred suggestively as she rolled onto all fours and stuck a finger seductively against her lips. Hugh nodded with approval as Mary Jane's agent quickly whipped out his phone and hit redial.


"Hi...Yes it's me...The treatment worked perfectly. About the other job you suggested....As soon as possible.....Ok I'll send her over where we're done here" He looked over at MJ as she cupped her large melons and thrust them forward enticingly towards the camera "She should be over with you in a few hours"


"Ok that's perfect" cooed Dee Dee into the phone " Ok that's no problem.. Pleasure doing business with you. As Dee Dee hung up the phone a big smile spread across her face. She loved her work. It would be fun to work on that hot model again. Perhaps she would play with Mary Jane a bit more this time while she worked on her. Her hands slid down to her clit as she imagined the chesty stunner eating out her pussy. Maybe she would let MJ do her with a nice large dildo. Her brief daydream came to a halt as the front door of the salon opened and in stepped her next client.

Les dettes de jeu de Lola


Lola habite à Cannes, elle est gérante de *** salon d'esthétisme et a bientôt 26 ans.
Elle vit seule, mais avait un prétendant jusqu'à peu et *** charme laisse peu de monde de marbre.
Lola gagne bien sa vie, mais elle consacre beaucoup de *** temps libre à jouer.
Elle est une habituée des casinos de la Côte où elle joue régulièrement à la roulette et aux machines à sous. Lola est aussi un Membre assidu du Cercle de Jeux Cannois, où là elle pratique le poker notamment.
Jusqu'à présent, Lola parvenait toujours à équilibrer ses comptes. Sans gagner de grandes sommes, elle n'en perdait pas non plus.
Mais depuis peu, ce n'est plus le cas et Lola a perdu quasiment un million en mois.
Elle ne sait pas comment elle va faire pour rembourser pareil montant au Cercle de Jeux Cannois...
D'ailleurs le Président de cette institution l'a convoquée dans ses bureaux...

La Rencontre
Comme Lola est hyperactive et sportive, elle a un corps de rêve : 1,63 mètre pour 52 kilos, un tour de dos de 100 et un tour de poitrine d'environ 105 centimètres.
Pour cette convocation, Lola a choisi de jouer la carte de la séduction en s'habillant d'une robe bustier dos nu, avec dessous qu'un minuscule string et avec une paire de talons vertigineux.

Lorsque le Président du Cercle de Jeux Cannois voit Lola habillée ainsi, une idée germe en lui.
Mais avant, il lui demande comment elle compte rembourser sa dette pharamineuse.
Lola est hésitante, elle ne sait que répondre.
Le Président l'interrompt alors et lui fait une première proposition : Lola lui cède, intégralement, toutes les parts qu'elle possède dans *** entreprise et elle devient alors *** employée.
Il sait pertinemment qu'elle peut que refuser.
Et effectivement, Lola refuse catégoriquement d'entendre parler d'une telle solution. Sa famille, *** associée, toutes ses connaissances seraient ********* au courant. Et ça, pour elle, c'est impensable, inenvisageable. !

Alors, dit le Président, en se levant vers Lola, « comme vous êtes ravissante, vous pourriez travaillez pour le Club et prendre part à quelques vidéos qui resteront per***nelles bien entendu ». En disant cela, le Président c'est assis sur le siège qui se trouve juste à côté de celui de Lola et à poser une main sur la jambe nue de cette dernière.
Lola tremble lorsqu'elle entend cela, elle pâlit, demande un temps de réflexion.
Le Président lui répond qu'elle ne peut plus en bénéficier et lui tend un stylo et une feuille. « Je vais vous dicter un texte Ma Chère ». Bien entendu, en contrepartie, votre dette est intégralement effacée.
Voici le texte : « Moi, Lola [nom] accepte de mon plein gré et en pleine possession de mes moyens physiques et intellectuels, de devenir l'esclave de Maître Alexandre, Président du Club de Jeux Cannois. Lui, ainsi que ses subordonnés pourront me faire subir ce qu'ils désirent, à compter de cet instant et jusqu'à la destruction de ce document. Je renonce par la présente à toute possibilité d'ester en justice contre eux une fois cet engagement rompu.
Fait en double exemplaires, à Cannes, le 30 novembre 2010 ».

Au Club
Maintenant que le contrat est signé, le Président jubile et Lola est très inquiète sur *** sort.
Le Président attrape le combiné de *** téléphone qui se trouve sur *** bureau, compose un numéro interne et demande à Julie de venir dans *** bureau.
Puis il se saisit de *** exemplaire de contrat et va le placer le coffre-fort, qui est derrière un tableau... un autoportrait de lui.
Ensuite, le Président explique à Lola que, jusqu'à ce soir, elle va devoir suivre les ordres que lui donnera Julie. Tout ce qu'elle lui dira de faire sera des ordres provenant de *** nouveau propriétaire et donc tout ce que dit Julie c'est comme c'était lui-même qui le disait. En cas de non-respect, il en sera aussitôt informé et les sanctions tomberont.
Puis, le Président du Club de Jeux Cannois, demande à Lola de dénouer sa robe.
Lorsqu'il voit qu'elle ne porte en-dessous qu'un string, il sourit et tend la main pour le récupérer. Après s'être enivré de la douce effluve que le string dégage, il tonne « dorénavant je t'interdis de porter tout sous-vêtement, quel qui soit! ».
Lola qui adore tant mettre en valeur sa poitrine par des soutiens-gorge pigeonnants et porter des strings échancrés est triste d'entendre cela, mais si *** contrat n'implique que cela...
Lorsque Julie finit par arriver, le Président demande à Lola de l'a suivre ainsi, dans le plus simple appareil, alors qu'elle ne porte plus que ses hauts talons.
Lola est interloquée, car pour rejoindre le parking, elles vont devoir traverser quasiment tout le bâtiment et entre les employés du Cercle et les joueurs habituels, Lola ne peut que croiser que des connaissances avant d'arriver à la voiture...
*** nouvel propriétaire explique alors à Lola que c'est sa première épreuve, sa première ***********.
Finalement, comme nous sommes en semaine, Lola pensent que seuls les agents de sécurité du Cercle profiteront de la situation pour se rincer l'œil et l'a voir ainsi parcourir intégralement nue l'établissement.
Mais, dans le parking, le Président a prévu une surprise à Lola : de la sortie de l'ascenseur interne au Cercle de Jeux à la limousine qui va mener Lola à la suite de ses aventure, se dresse une haie d'honneur de tous les joueurs, habitués ou non, qui ont poussé Lola dans sa situation de déchéance.
Lorsqu'elle voit cela, au début, Lola est au bord de défaillir devant une telle honte. Puis prenant conscience que *** ralentissement aggrave *** cas, que les flashs des appareils photos ne cessent de crépiter et que les caméras tournent sans arrêt, Lola se met presque à courir jusqu'à la voiture. De telle manière qu'elle s'emmêle les jambes, trébuche et s'affale sur la portière. Avant d'ouvrir cette dernière, Julie attrape Lola par ses cheveux, l'a retourne et l'a plaque dos à la carrosserie. Une dernière fois, l'ensemble des per***nes qui ***t dans le garage du Cercle de Jeux Cannois peuvent en profiter pour photographier, filmer, toucher et même caresser pour les plus proches la plastique si divine de Lola.

La Préparation
La voiture quitte en trombe le parking du Club et prend la direction de la rue Lérins.
Pendant ce temps, Lola pleure. Elle n'a jamais été autant humiliée de sa vie...
Julie passe une veste à Lola, afin qu'elle couvre sa nudité en public.
Une fois au 5 de la rue, Julie et Lola descendent du véhicule et se rendent à l'"Aurélie Centre Esthétique".
Comme c'est la fin d'après-midi, elles ***t attendues et Aurélie a donc réservée pour elle le laser.
Aurélie salut Julie et dit « Alors c'est elle ? » en parlant de Lola. Cela renforce l'inquiétude de Lola sur *** sort.
Lola enlève sa veste puis s'allonge. Elle pense qu'elle va « seulement » être épilée au plus prés.
En fait, Julie lui met une balle bâillon dans la bouche, pendant qu'Aurélie bloque les jambes de Lola avec des attaches se trouvant sur le fauteuil puis elle tire sur les bras de Lola et empri***ne ses poignets dans des menottes.
Lola ne peut plus ni bouger, ni s'exprimer...
Aurélie passe ses mains sur les jambes de Lola pour voir l'épaisseur et la dureté de ses poils, calibre le laser puis commence la première séance sur la première jambe de Lola. Au bout d'1/4 d'heure environ Aurélie passe à l'autre jambe. Il faudra recommencer environ sept fois, avec une séance mensuelle environ, pour que le galbe des jambes de Lola soit définitivement débarrassé de toutes traces disgracieuses de poils.
Ensuite Aurélie passe sa main sur la vulve et le mont de Vénus de Lola. Elle constate qu'ils ***t déjà fréquemment rasés.
Elle modifie l'intensité du laser et le met en marche que cinq minutes sur cette zone.
Puis Aurélie s'attaque aux aisselles de Lola. Là elle trouve un fin duvet. En passant *** doigt, elle collecte la sueur de Lola et s'en délecte. Elle remonte l'intensité du laser vers *** niveau pour les jambes et le met en route pour une dizaine de minutes.

Lola pense que la séance est finie. Elle n'avait jamais fait l'épilation définitive et cela ne l'a choque pas.
Mais Aurélie se retourne, prend en main une pince à épiler et commence à arracher tous les cils et les sourcils, sur les deux yeux de Lola.
Là Lola commence à prendre peur... alors lorsqu'elle voit Aurélie régler le laser comme il était lors de l'épilation définitive de *** sexe et de l'approcher d'un de ses yeux, Lola s'inquiète vraiment pour *** avenir !
Aurélie passe le laser dépilatoire à l'emplacement des cils et des sourcils des deux yeux de Lola.
Enfin, Aurélie se saisit d'une tondeuse. Elle commence à raser le crâne de Lola. À la fin, ce dernier est intégralement lisse et luisant.
Lola pleure alors toutes les larmes de *** corps. Perdre sa si belle chevelure, pour elle c'est abominable comme châtiment, surtout si c'est définitif......
Et effectivement, Aurélie règle le laser au maximum de sa puissance et commence à balayer le crâne de Lola.

Près de une heure après, Lola est détachée, Julie lui redonne sa veste et fixe le second rendez-vous pour rendre définitif toutes ces dépilations.

La Ferme

Lola et Julie reprennent la route.

Après avoir roulées pendant des heures, elles finissent par arrivée à une ferme très isolée, qui appartient au Maitre de Lola et qui se situe dans un coin reculé des Alpes.

En arrivant, Lola a remarqué qu'il y a une porcherie, une étable et un chenil.

Elle se demande ce qu'elles vont pouvoir bien faire en ce lieu paumé.

Vu qu'il fait déjà nuit noir lorsqu'elles arrivent, Julie ordonne à Lola de lui cuisiner un repas, après lui avoir récupérée sa veste et lui avoir donnée à la place un tablier.

Lola essaie de mitonner un agréable souper avec le peu qu'elle a à sa disposition. Elle le fait pour deux car elle pense qu'elle va pouvoir manger avec Julie.

En réalité, dès que le souper est prêt, Julie passe un collier au cou gracile de Lola, puis l'attache grâce à un anneau fixé dans le mur. Les poignets de Lola subissent le même sort en étant enfermés dans des menottes, que Julie serre très fort.

Lola devra se contenter des restes dans une écuelle et de l'équivalent d'un verre d'eau dans un bol. « Dorénavant tu mangeras ainsi » déclare Julie.


Le lendemain matin arrive 5 hommes, dans une belle berline de marque de luxe anglaise. « Je vous l'a confie et dressez l'a bien ! » dit Julie avant de repartir avec la voiture avec laquelle elle était arrivée à la ferme moins de 24 heures plus tôt en compagnie de Lola.


Aussitôt après, le chef du groupe d'hommes explique à Lola qu'elle va passer entre leurs mains, tous les jours, plusieurs fois par jours et que ses orifices vont devenir bien accueillants. Et il lui précise que toutes ces performances seront filmées, montées et revendues sous la forme de films sur le Web.

Lola en tremble de peur car, si avant la signature du contrat qui l'a vendue, elle avait bien un petit ami jusqu'à quelques jours avant la signature du contrat, ce dernier habitait à Bollène, soit près de 270 kilomètres de chez elle. Par conséquent, ils se voyaient très rarement et *** sexe est relativement serré. Quand à *** anus... Lola n'a jamais été friande e la sodomie!

Les premiers jours ***t terribles pour Lola, car tous les matins, tous les après-midis, tous les soirs et toutes les nuits, elle est pénétrée.

Parfois c'est les cinq l'un après l'autre dans le même orifice, qui est alors bien irrité à la fin d'une telle séance.

Plus souvent, Lola doit subir des doubles ou des triples pénétrations, lorsque ce n'est pas des doubles vaginales ou des doubles anales...

À ce rythme, les muscles de Lola se détendent rapidement et le diamètre lui-même d'ouverture de ses ouvertures n'est plus le même que le premier jour.


Le cinquième jour, alors que le chef du groupe des tourmenteurs de Lola admire le ballotement de *** opulente poitrine, pendant qu'elle est en train d'avoir deux beaux sexes dans sa moule béante et un troisième en bouche, une idée lui traverse l'esprit.

Aussitôt après, il va rendre visite à leur voisin, qui élève des vaches. Il lui propose de lui reprendre sa vieille trayeuse et en contrepartie il pourra faire ce qu'il désire à Lola.

Dès qu'il voit un film de Lola avec deux pines dans le sexe et deux autres en bouche, il accepte tout de suite !

Dès qu'il revient à la mai***, le chef explique à ses collègues, qui immobilisent les bras et les jambes de Lola. Ensuite, ils humidifient bien ses mamelons.

Il ne reste plus qu'au chef de mettre en route la trayeuse. Le vide alors se fait aux embouts, qu'il place sur les mamelons de Lola.

Julie conduit Lola à l'aéroport Cannes Mandelieu, d'où s'envole le jet privé du Cercle de Jeux Cannois. Habituellement, ce jet sert à aller chercher des joueurs fidèles chez eux. Pour une fois, il sert à conduire dans la suite de sa déchéance un ancien du Club...

Lola supplie Julie de faire un crochet en ville, avant d'aller à l'aéroport. Elle souhaite donner de ses nouvelles à *** associée et lui faire dire à sa famille qu'elle va bien et qu'il est inutile de dépenser leur fortune pour tenter de l'a retrouvée.

Après un cunnilingus et un anulingus comme elle n'en n'avait pas reçu depuis bien longtemps, Julie cède.


L'avion des deux jeunes femmes atterrit à Accra.

Lola y sera une des rares, pour ne pas dire l'unique, prostituée blanche.

Très vite, la réputation de Lola, d'avidité et d'insatiabilité se forge.

Il lui faut de plus en plus de partenaires en un minimum de temps...

Jusqu'au jour où, la rumeur enflant, avec la complicité de Julie et des ****** de sécurité intérieure ghanéenne, un traquenard est tendu à Lola.

Elle est **********, emmenée dans un sous-sol d'un immeuble délabré mais truffé de caméras et de micros, ses vêtements arrachés. Lola se retrouve nue, bâillonnée, entravée...

À partir de cet instant, les hommes vont se succéder en elle, dans tous ses orifices, pendant des heures et des heures.

Ils ne s'arrêteront que quand ses muqueuses seront irritées, sanguinolentes, que des dizaines de mecs se seront déversés en elle ; que quelques douzaines de nanas auront joués avec ses tétons, *** clitoris et ses lèvres, boursoufflées à ***** ; et que une dizaine de chiens auront achevés les maigres ****** restantes à Lola.

Julie passe reprendre Lola et est surprise de *** état : ses cheveux ***t poisseux tellement ils ***t maculés de sperme, la bouche de Lola reste entrouverte après avoir pratiqué tant de fellations, l'état du sexe de Lola est indéfinissable tellement il a souffert d'écartèlement et de morsures et *** pauvre anus mettra du temps à se refermer...

Mais Lola implore Julie de vite l'a remettre sur pied... afin de pouvoir recommencer !

Elle a ressentie tellement de plaisir en aussi peu de temps...

Lola n'a qu'une idée en tête : recommencer encore et toujours ses séances où elle est à la libre disposition de tous ceux et celles qui le souhaite !

Lorsqu'elle entend cela, Julie en est ébahie...


Le mois à Accra passe vite et il est déjà tant de rentrer à Cannes pour la troisième séance d'épilation définitive.


Pendant les cinq mois suivants, Lola est entre des pays d'Afrique Noire et le salon d'Aurélie pour achever d'effacer la moindre trace de poils de *** corps.

Même si une partie de sa famille est du Maghreb, Lola ne vas pas y aller, surtout maintenant, surtout pour exercer *** activité actuelle...

Mais chaque ville a sa spécialité selon Lola : à Dakar c'est l'endurance, à Libreville la folie, à Brazzaville la pluralité, à Kigali la violence et la langueur de Kinshasa.

Ce garagiste, Mon Maitre


vouloir jouer les salopes un jour on en devient une. Mais pour que cela reste un plaisir, sans risque, il faut être guidé par un homme digne de confiance, un maitre, mon maitre.

Notre rencontre est le fruit du hasard. J'ai dû déposer mon véhicule au garage, un jour où, chaude comme de la braise, je n'avais ni culotte ni soutien gorges. Ma jupe, et mon décolleté n'était pas très profond, mais, j'avais pris par habitude de marqué mon sein droit d'un S, comme Soumise. Au moment de signé mon chèque, je me baissai, et le patron aperçue le S.

Il me ne dit rien. Juste qu'une panne informatique empêchais l'impression de la facture, je pouvais revenir la cherché le soir même à 19h.


Le soir, donc, je me présentais au garage qui était fermé, je frappais à la porte, et le patron m'ouvrir.

Il était bien plus grand que moi, je dirai 10 à 15 ans de plus également. Le petit ventre de personnes manuelles, ainsi que des mains imposantes, et noir de graisse incrusté dans les pores de la peau.


'Entré, Mademoiselle, je referme dernière vous, pour évités les vols. Suivez-moi dans le bureau'

J'entrai. Il prit la facture, mais la garda vers lui.

'Voila votre facture. Tout à l'heure, je n'ai pas pu éviter de voir le S, gravé sur votre sein. Je rougis fortement. Je sais donc que vous êtes une soumise, voila pourquoi je vous ai fais revenir ce soir. Avez-vous actuellement un maitre ?'

Les yeux baissés, les joues rouge d'être prise sur le fais, je répondis 'Non, Monsieur'.

Il posa la facture, se dirigeant vers moi. J'avais la tête baissé, comme une enfant qui aurai fais une bêtise, attendant sa punition. Il mit ses mains sur mes hanches, approchât sa bouche de mon oreille, et murmura : 'En général, les salopes de ton genre n'ont pas de sous-vêtement il monta ses mains vers mes seins, et redescendu vers mon cul, puis ma chatte et elles ont la chatte lisse. Tu dois être une bonne salope toi alors' Il déposa un baisé sur ma joue et s'éloigna.

'Je n'ai pas de soumise en ce moment, je pourrai prendre en charge ton éducation... As-tu déjà eu un maitre ?'

'Non', répondis-je

'Alors, la politesse veux que tu répondes par oui, ou non, mais toujours accompagné de Monsieur, pour le moment. Chaque oublie comme celui-ci, sera sanctionné. Retire tes chaussures. Mais tu désire être possédé par un maitre, devenir l'objet sexuel, pour le plaisir de ton maitre ?'

'Oui, Monsieur', la tête baissé, je répondais, surement rouge de honte...

'As-tu déjà sucé une queue ?

'Non Monsieur,

'As-tu déjà été sodomisé ?

'Oui, et non...répondis-je hésitante

'Encore un oublie, retire ton haut, montre moi tes seins. Pourquoi oui et non ?

'J'ai utilisé des godes, Monsieur

'D'accord, donc vierge d'une vrai queue...et ta chatte à déjà été utilisé ?

'Oui Monsieur,

' Par combien de personne ?

'3, Monsieur,

'En même temps ?

'Eu non, surprise de la question.

'Retire ta jupe. Te voila maintenant nue.il fit le tour de moi, je sentais ses yeux me détaillé entièrement. Comme je vois que tu aime marquer ton corps de tes envies, je laisserai aussi des marques sur toi, signe de ton appartenance. Mets-toi à genoux, bras dans le dos, et tête baissé.'

Il parti cherché quelque chose à *** bureau. Il revient en ce plaçant devant moi. Il ouvrit sa braguette, et sorti sa queue. Il l'a fit parcourir sur mon visage. Puis il prit mon menton dans sa main, et dirigea ma bouche vers sa queue.

'Lèche l'objet de ton désir, suce moi. Je suppose donc que tu n'as jamais avalé de sperme ? J'aime les femelles qui avale. Il continua de parlé, alors que sa queue continuais à grossir dans ma bouche vierge. Je t'ai sorti un dossier complet à me remplir. Je veux tout savoir sur ce que tu as déjà ou pas pratiqué, les objets de plaisir que tu as chez toi, la date de tes règles, je viendrai chez toi, pour voir tes vêtements et sous-vêtements. Il me prit la tête dans ses mains, pour donné un rythme plus soutenu. Tu deviendras ma femelle soumise à mes désires. Et je serai le gérant et garant de ta jouissance. Il commençait à râlé de plaisir, mon sexe me chauffe beaucoup aussi. Ta bouche, ta chatte et surtout ton cul seront à moi !!

Le rythme était très fort, intense 'Je jouis dans ta bouche, avale ma semence mais garde en un petit peu, pour la déguster'. Mais il y en avait de trop, et une partie tomba sur mes seins, ça coulait le long de mes joues. 'Pour une première pipe, tu te défends pas mal. A chaque fois, tu devras me remercié de t'avoir utilisé, et tu devras aussi nettoyer ma bite avec ta langue, oui, comme ça, très bien, je vois que tu aime ça, petite salope. Il étala le sperme sur mon corps. Ainsi, tu garderas l'odeur de ton futur Maitre sur toi.'

'Habille toi, prend le dossier, remplit-le, et si tu es d'accord rendez-vous ici demain même heure.

'Merci, Monsieur, au revoir', Il me raccompagna jusqu'à la porte de l'atelier.


Arrivé chez moi, l'envie toujours aussi forte, je remplie le questionnaire, mais sans me faire jouir. Je voulais jouir de récompense. La récompense que mon futur maitre m'accorderait. Je savais maintenant que je l'avais trouvé.

e lendemain à 19h, je frappais à la porte du garage. Monsieur m'ouvrit. Il me fit une bise avec un large sourire 'Si tu es revenue, c'est que tu es une salope. Il ferma la porte derrière moi. Attend moi ici.' Il revient 10 min plus tard. 'A genou ma soumise. Je te remets ce collier comme signe de ton appartenance. Tu n'as plus aucun droit de plaisir, sans mon accord. Tu l'as choisi, tu es ma chienne, mon objet, ma poupée. Il me place un étrier de bouche, afin de me garder celle-ci bien ouverte. Suis-moi.' Ainsi, lèvre grande ouvert, je le suis à travers tout l'atelier. Soudain, il me penche en avant, sur une sorte de planche, sous mon ventre, il écarte mes jambes mes mains ***t attachés vers les sols.

Il relève ma jupe, et d'un coup sec, il pénètre ma chatte, déjà très humide. 'Humide comme tu es, tu attendais ça avec impatience, ma salope. 'Je ne pouvais pas parler, la bouche ainsi ouverte. Mais, il commença avec un rythme fou, j'étais ballottée dans tous les sens, pendant qu'il prenait du bon temps. Il stoppa net. Me retira l'étrier, et mis sa queue pour éjaculé. Le goût mélangé du sperme et de ma cyprine était spéciale.

Il me remit droite, et retira mon haut, et mis des pinces sur mes seins. 'A genou' m'ordonna-t-il du doigt. Il parti un long moment. Les pinces me brûlaient les seins. Il me les retira, sans prendre la peine de les ouvrir, je criai de surprise et douleur. 'Dommage pour toi, je n'aime pas les cris, 10 coups de cravache sur chaque fesse, tu compte.'

Il me mit sur le capot d'une voiture. Mes fesses à dispositions. Des coups cinglant les un après les autres. Le cul bien rougis, il posa ses mains dessus, et murmura à l'oreille 'Merci?'

Dans une voix sanglotant de douleur et de plaisir je répondis 'Merci mon Maître de cette correction mérité'

'Tes premières marques de possession. Ça mérite une photo. Très bien, nous sommes jeudi, je sais que tu ne travailles pas le samedi toi. Demain soir, je viens chez toi, je ferai venir une pizza. Je te veux nue à mon arrivé. Samedi matin, nous partirons ensemble, je travaille moi, mais, j'ai une salle spécialement pour toi, pour t'occuper toute la journée. Nous irons au restaurant demain soir. Ma salope, rentre chez toi.'


J'appréhendais beaucoup la venue de mon maitre. Je n'allais plus avoir aucun secret pour lui. Mais, ce que j'attendais le plus, c'était l'autorisation de jouir. J'attends cela depuis 3 jours déjà...

19H30, on frappe à ma porte, j'ouvre, juste habillée de mon collier, mais, cachée derrière ma porte, il s'agit bien de mon Maître. 'Bonjour ma soumise' Il m'embrassa langoureusement, la porte toujours ouverte... et il entra. Je fermais la porte. 'A 4 pattes, ' J'obéis. Il plaçât alors une laisse dans mon collier, et m'accrocha à la table 'Pas bouger', me dit-il avec une tape sur la tête. En premier lieu, il ouvrit grand les rideaux et fenêtre. Ainsi, les voisins en face pouvaient tout voir. Ensuite il visita, et alla à la chambre. Il revint 30 min plus tard, j'avais mal aux genoux et aux bras, et pris la laisse tira dessus, et ordonna, 'au pied', je compris que je devais le suivre à 4 pattes comme un bon toutou. Il fit le tour de la pièce deux fois, avant d'allée dans la chambre.

'Debout, ma chienne. Voila deux tas de vêtements. Les autorisés, et les interdits. Je t'ai laissé 3 culottes, pour les jours de règle uniquement. Pour les soutiens gorges, tu garde le rouge, sans bonnets, le reste je prends. Maillot de bain, seul les blancs ***t autorisés. Pantalon interdit, sauf si fermeture éclaire entre les jambes. Jupes au dessus du genou minimum. Les hauts transparents, fort décolleté, moulant, ou ouvrant, le reste j'ai pris. Chaussure de talons 5 cms mini. Maquillage, parfum. Apporte moi une bière, et fais chauffer la pizza. Le foot va commencer, tu vas me sucer durant le match'.


Toujours à 4 pattes, j'arrive au salon, il est sur le canapé, nu, la queue presque molle, je commence à lécher. Je vais chercher la pizza, et je reprends *** sexe dans la bouche. 90 min de lèche c'est très long, j'en peux plus, j'ai très mal à la bouche.

Soudain, il me dit: 'met toi un doigt dans le cul, et de l'autre main, un doigt dans la chatte'. J'obéis.

Et là, il me prend les seins avec *****, les tire, les tourne, les mord. Puis il me tend un gode. 'Je sais que tu veux jouir, alors vas-y montre moi.' Oui j'ai envie de jouir, mais avec une bite, pas seule avec un gode. Mais j'en pouvais plus trop envie, je me mis le gode dans la chatte, et jouais avec mon clito, pour me faire jouir. Il me regarde me donner du plaisir, je prends mon pied, chez moi, à la vue des voisins mais j'avais trop envie, je pousse un long soupir de plaisir acquis.

'Et bien ma chienne, tu avais très envie de sexe...hummm...toute cette mouille va m'être utile.. A 4 pattes.'

Et voila le moment...*** sexe parcours mes fesses, ma chatte..et monte sur mon cul..Il tente de me pénétrer, mais sa queue est bien trop grosse, alors il lubrifie encore. J'ouvre mon anus au maximum pour accueillir la queue de mon Maître. Pour être prise pour la première fois par le cul. Il rentre doucement. Il fait des mouvements de va et vient, entrant un peu plus à chaque fois. Puis il ce retire entièrement.

'Tu es étroite du cul, mais bien accueillante. Je te veux à moi, je vais te mettre un peu de lubrifiant, pour que tu aimes encore plus ma queue.'

'Merci, Maître.

Une fois mon cul enduit de lubrifiant, il recommence sa progression anal. Et il rentre, rentre.. Mes chairs s'écartent, pour l'accueillir, elles ***t sur le point de ce déchirées, quand il stop.

'Je suis au bout. Je t'encule à fond. Je vais te limer, et me vider en toi.'

Effectivement, durant de très longue minute, il entame un va et vient, fort et doux, ******, mais intense de plaisir. Quand il ressort, c'est toujours pour mieux me pénétrer, plus à fond, j'aime ça.

Il finit par jouir dans mon cul, et moi je jouis de l'avoir dans mon cul. Je sers pour le garder encore en moi. 'Alors ma salope tu en veux encore? Tu aimes être enculée ? Dis le moi.

'Oui, Maître, j'aime que vous m'enculiez à fond, je suis votre chienne.'

'Tu es un bonne salope, en récompense, je te laisse dormir avec moi dans le lit'.

Nous nous installâmes nus, rapidement emporté par Morphée.

e lendemain matin, il me demanda une pipe et un café, et nous partions au garage.

Seule une robe longue, mais très ouverte, me couvrait.

Le garage était encore vide à cette heure ci.

'Voilà, ma petite chienne, tu vas passé la journée ici. Je viendrais te voir régulièrement. Tu as une total interdiction de jouir.'

'Oui, Maitre'

Il me mit entièrement nue. Vêtements et chaussures enfermés à clé. Il m'installa sur une chaise, jambe bien écarté, et attaché. Mains dans le dos attachées.

'Je te laisse pensée à ta condition.'

Il sortît.

Dans cette position, bien sur que je pensais à ma condition de soumise. Soudain, quelque chose me chatouilla la chatte. Il s'agit d'un gode, qui pénètre ma chatte. Ce gode me lime doucement, mais profondément, encore et encore, mais je n'ai pas le droit de jouir, alors je prends juste du plaisir, même si cela dure très longtemps. Le gode ce retire, et ce dirige vers mon cul. Il me pénètre, tout fin au début, et de plus en plus gros, mais la progression est lente, et ça me lime, doucement, pour ne pas me faire monter le plaisir.

'Bien ma chienne, déjà quatre heures d'écoulé. Tu dois être toute endolorie. Je vais te détacher, mais les deux prochaines heures vont être plus difficiles.'

Il me détacha, et m'installa d'une façon très inconfortable. Au sol, sur le dos, avec boule dans la bouche, bras de chaque coté attaché, mon bassin était relevé, pour facilité l'accès à ma chatte et mon cul, les jambes très écartées. Il m'installa des aspires tétons, et un aspire chatte + clito. Dans mon cul, un plug de bonne taille.

'A tout à l'heure'

Une fois de plus, il sortit. Cette fois j'avais un réveil à coté de moi, et je me rendis vite compte que toutes les 10 mins, les aspirations fortes ce mettaient en route, et que le plug grossissait. J'avais 10 min de repos avant chaque reprise, toujours plus forte. Ou est-ce mon imagination?

'Alors tu te dilates ma chienne, je t'apporte un sandwich. Tu es libre durant 20 min, je reviens ensuite.'

Il me libéra, et me laissa seul pour déjeuner.

'Va sous mon bureau, tu vas me vidangé un peu' Je m'installai donc, les seins énormes, et une chatte sur dimensionné. Et je lèche mon maître. Même lorsque des per***nes entre dans *** bureau, je reste en place. Puis dans un râle il lâche le liquide, j'avale tout, et je garde sa queue pour la nettoyer, avant de le remercier.

Il me remet dans la pièce.

'J'aime ton cul, mais il est trop étroit, avec ce plug de bonne taille, tu devrais être parfaite pour moi. Il me mit un plug énorme dans le cul. Tu vas me faire 500 lignes, je suis la salope de Maître X, mon cul lui appartient.'.

Il me laissa, assise sur une chaise à faire mes lignes, comme une collégienne. Le plug me parait énorme, et encore plus enfoncé du fait d'être dessus. Puis, je prends une douche et m'habille pour allé dîner. La tenue est très évocatrice... je ressemble à une pute, talon haut, jupe qui laisse découvrir mes bas, haut très décolleté.. mon collier de chienne comme seul bijou, maquillage renforcé, et bien sur aucun sous vêtement.

« Je vois que ma putain est prête. Presque 3h que tu as le plug planté dans ton cul. Baisse toi, je vais te mettre un roseblug à la place, c'est plus jolie.. Ta chatte et tes seins on bien dégonflé, dommage, on a plus le temps, suis moi, ma chienne.


Je le suivis à sa voiture. Une fois garé, il me demanda mon collier de chienne, afin d'être plus discret. Nous marchions un moment, à l'orée du bois de Boulogne. Je sentais le regard des passants sur moi, il semblait dire: 'regardez moi ça, elle part travailler la putain'.

Le restaurant, nous nous installons en terrasse. Tout ce passa normalement, jambes écartées, chatte à la vue de tout le monde. 'Ma soumise, nous allons ensuite, dans une boite spécialisé dans le BDSM. Je souhaite te rassurer. Tu m'appartiens, moi seul décide. Tu es en phase d'apprentissage. Tes trous me ***t réservés' J'avais le cœur battant... envie de connaître, et peur aussi.... Mon maître régla, et nous partimes à deux rues de là.

Une petite boite, en sous sol, la musique forte, et l'odeur de sexe... il me remit mon collier. Comme une bonne chienne. J'ai confiance en mon Maître, je sais qu'il ne me donnera pas à d'autre ce soir.

Dans un p'tit coin, de la boite, il m'offrit un verre. Je regardais autour de moi, les femmes en cage, ou attachées sur une balançoire, ou encore sur la croix de saint André, fouettées en punition, et malgré tout, elles semblaient toutes prendre du plaisir.. Mon Maître me sortit de ma rêverie 'A genoux devant moi. Ouvre mon pantalon et suce' Bien sur, j'obéis. Je voyais un petit attroupement autour de nous. Je prenais soin de sucer correctement mon Maître, avec des coups de langue sur les bourses, et remonter sur la verge pour l'avaler de nouveau. 'Tu es bien chaude ma chienne ce soir. Viens, nous allons dans une pièce plus tranquille. Je suivis mon maître. Nous entrons dans une petite pièce entièrement faite de miroir. Il plaça ma tête et mes mains dans un carcan et referma celui-ci. Dans le miroir face à moi, je pouvais voir mon Maître débuté la pénétration de ma chatte. Quel étrange sensation, se voire ainsi, défoncé.... Il resta planté profondément en moi, et plaça des pinces sur mes seins. Il reprit violemment *** va et vient. Puis il sortit, présenta sa grosse queue à mon cul. Il avait pris soin de mettre des poids à mes seins, quelle douleur, mais quel bonheur d'être ainsi possédé. Il commença *** va et vient. Mes seins se balançaient, j'avais tellement mal, me voir ainsi soumise, mon Maître dans mon cul!! il sortit brusquement pour jouir sur mes fesses.

Il vient devant moi. ' J'ai pas encore fini avec toi' Il me place un mords à cheval dans la bouche, qu'il attache au carcan. Ainsi, je suis obligé de relevé la tête. Puis il me montre une ceinture gode.

'Tu m'as vidé la queue, et ton cul lui en veut encore. Je vais te prendre avec ce gode, qui est bien plus gros que la bite.' Surprise de cette idée, et me pénètre en premier la chatte. Effectivement, ce gode est beaucoup plus gros que la queue de mon Maître, qui est déjà bien membré. Il me défonce un peu, puis il se présente à mon cul, qui a du mal à s'ouvrir. 'Ma salope, j'ai un cadeau pour toi' Quel surprise !! Les miroirs étaient sans teint !! Depuis le début, toute la salle peut me voir ainsi prise. Quel est le plus difficile? : avoir *** reflet alors qu'on est fortement baisée, voir enculée, ou ce donner en spectacle devant 150 per***nes. Pas trop de temps de réfléchir, mon Maître entre dans mon cul, pour le labourer de ce gros gode. Il se retire et maintenant me pénètre avec deux gode un dans la chatte et l'autre dans le cul. 'Jouis ma salope, hurle ta jouissance d'être prise par deux gros godes' Je ne peux retenir des cris de plaisir, je jouis d'être une salope, une chienne avec deux gros godes dans les trous, les seins tendues par les poids, la bouche coulante de bave, et des regards qui ***t sur moi. Je jouis du spectacle que j'offre !!

Mon Maître reste planté en moi, me retire les pinces et joue avec mes seins meurtris. 4 hommes entrent dans la pièce, et viennent jouir sur mon visage. Je suis recouverte de sperme. Il me détache entièrement, 'Reste à genoux. Regarde toi dans les miroirs, et dit moi ce que tu es.'

Je découvre mon visage plein de foutre, mon corps nu. Quelle ***********, mais quel plaisir.

'Je suis la soumise de Maître x. Tous mes trous ***t à sa disposition.'

Il m'essuya grossièrement le visage. 'Je te dépose chez toi, dors bien. Je passe te chercher vers 15h.

A 15h, je l'attendais, entièrement nue, dans mon appartement, bien-sûr, les fenêtres étaient ouvertes, afin que les voisins ne manquent pas le spectacle.

Il ***na.

"Je vais avoir besoin d'une clé de chez toi. As-tu un double ?"

"Oui, Maître !", et je le lui tendis.

"Reste à genoux et montre-moi ton cul, je vais chercher ta tenue, nous partons faire une ballade dans les bois."

Il vient avec des talons hauts de 7 cm, une mini jupe et un chemisier blanc, transparent.

Nous voilà dans sa voiture, il roula environ 1h. Une fois sortis du véhicule, nous marchâmes sur un chemin, nous enfonçant dans la forêt. Il releva ma jupe, ainsi j'avais les fesses à l'air, puis, toujours en marchant, il ouvrit ma chemise. J'avais peur que quelqu'un me voie.

"Chère soumise, tu aimes marquer ton corps et bien, il va être marqué. Tu as pris tant de plaisir, hier, à être, ainsi, exhibée. À genoux, l'endroit est parfait. Je vais te marquer."

À genoux, à moitié nue, dans les bois. J'entendais mon Maître faire quelque chose..., mais quoi ???

Après plusieurs minutes, il me plaça debout, retira mon loup. Il me mit un mord dans la bouche. Il plaça des menottes au poignet, qu'il accrocha à des arbres, pareil aux chevilles.

J'étais nue, bras et jambes écartelés, à la merci de mon Maître.

"Ma chère soumise, tu es à moi. Ton corps va être marqué. Ni tes larmes et tes cris ne pourront me faire stopper."

Il avait une branche très souple dans la main et le premier coup arriva sur mes fesses. La douleur fut immense, que déjà, un second, puis un troisième, 10 coups sur chaque fesse, je pensais être en sang. Il fit le tour, il fit de même sur mes seins et ma chatte.

"Te voilà bien rouge pour un petit début. Je vais te marquer sur tout le corps."

Il reprit sur mon ventre, mes jambes, avant de recommencer sur mes fesses et mes seins. Je criais de douleur, je pleurais... Il vint vers moi, d'un large sourire, il me prit le clito avec *** pouce et les autres doigts prirent possession de ma chatte.

"Des larmes et pourtant tu mouilles, ma jeune salope."

J'étais au bord de la jouissance quand il reprit les coups... Le temps était stoppé. À chaque fois, il m'emportait au bord de la jouissance et à chaque fois, il reprenait les coups, jusqu'au moment où il me donna, enfin, ma jouissance.

"Très bien petite chienne, tu es très douée. Ton corps est magnifiquement marqué pour une partie de la semaine."

Il me rhabilla et m'accompagna dans mon appartement.

"Mets-toi nue sur le lit, je vais te passer une pommade, pour atténuer la douleur."

Il mit beaucoup de soin à appliquer la pommade, sur mon corps meurtri. Il me massait avec tellement de douceur et de gentillesse. J'étais fière des marques qu'il avait laissées sur mon corps, fière de lui appartenir.

"Suce-moi une dernière fois et viens, demain, à 19h, au garage !"

"Oui, Maître !"

J'ai très mal dormi cette nuit, la douleur des coups me rappelant ma condition de soumise.



Lundi, de suite après le travail, je pars rejoindre mon Maître dans *** atelier, il me salue en m'embrassant goulûment et il m'ordonne de me mettre à poil.

Il me conduit au fond de l'atelier, m'allonge sur un matelas posé sur le sol. Il m'écarte les bras et les attache. Il me place un mord dans la bouche, puis à l'aide de deux chèvres, il m'attache les chevilles et lève mes jambes, puis les écarte au maximum.

"J'ai une vue imprenable sur ta chatte luisante et sur ton cul."

Il me place une dizaine de pinces sur les seins. Il approche avec un objet rouge, je ne tarde pas à savoir ce que c'est... ! Une première décharge électrique sur mon sein gauche, puis immédiatement sur mon sein droit. Quelle douleur, je me secoue pour pas que mon Maître recommence, mais, bien-sûr, si je suis attachée, c'est justement pour ne pas échapper à cette 'arme'. Il recommence à plusieurs reprises, s'amuse beaucoup à me voir me tordre de douleur.

"Alors, ma chienne, c'est douloureux ? Tu finiras bien par apprécier."

Il pose l'objet et il met une paire de gant et commence la pénétration vaginale. J'ai bien compris qu'il veut me mettre la main entière dans la chatte. Il entre 3, puis 4 doigts. Dès que ça 'coince', il me donne de nouvelles décharges électriques. Petit à petit, entre douleur de pénétration et douleur électrique, la main de mon Maître entre entièrement dans mon vagin.

"Voila une belle salope."

Je suis remplie à fond, quelle sensation !! La main de mon Maître tourne à l'intérieur de moi, je sens le plaisir monter et là, je reçois de nouveau des décharges !

"Je t'interdis de prendre ton plaisir !!"

Le ton autoritaire me faire presque peur, mais je dois obéir à mon Maître. Je tente de contenir mon plaisir. Puis il retire sa main, me laissant vide. Il me retire également le mord et les pinces, puis me détache entièrement.

"J'ai un coup de téléphone à passer, viens me sucer."

Nous partons donc dans *** bureau. Il avait pris soin de me mettre une laisse, pour que je suive à 4 pattes, comme une bonne petite chienne que je suis.

Je prends donc la queue de mon Maître dans la bouche, toujours avec plaisir. À la fin de sa conversation, il me prend la tête entre ses puissantes mains, pour m'infliger *** rythme, jusqu'à éjaculation. J'avale tout et je nettoie correctement sa bite avec ma langue.

"On y retourne !"

Je le suis comme je suis venue, à 4 pattes. Cette fois, il m'attache la tête et les mains au sol, m'obligeant à garder le cul en l'air. Il me remet en place le mord ainsi que les pinces. Mes fesses subissent les décharges électriques. Et il tente de rentrer sa main dans mon cul. La douleur est bien plus forte que dans ma chatte. Il lubrifie, pourtant, beaucoup, mais la main ne passe pas.

"Je m'en doutais, ton cul n'ai pas encore assez souple. Je vais te mettre un plug ce soir et je t'en donne un à mettre demain matin. Ainsi demain, je rentrerai."

Il me plaça donc, un gros plug dans le cul et me détacha. Le second plug me paraissait énorme.

"Mets de l'huile, s'il a du mal à rentrer. Rentre chez toi, rdv demain, ici même heure."

Et il me laissa ainsi, seule. Je me rhabillai et partis avec mon plug dans le cul et l'autre dans mon sac.

Je m'endormis très tard, la douleur du plug dans mon fondement, se fit de moins en moins forte. Au petit matin, je mis en place le second. Il n'était, d'apparence,

pas beaucoup plus gros que celui que j'avais, mais une fois bien au fond de moi, je savais qu'une nouvelle journée de douleur anale m'attendait.

Comme la nuit passée, la douleur se fit oublier. À 19h, j'entre dans le garage de mon Maitre. Du fond du garage, il me cria :

"A poil, et en place, comme hier !". Chienne obéissante, je le fis.

"Très bien, tu as le plug dans ton cul. Aujourd'hui encore, je ne veux pas que tu prenne de plaisir !"

"Oui, Maître !"

Il me plaçât, de nouveau, le mord et les pinces et m'attacha, toujours le cul bien en l'air.

Il recommença la pénétration de sa main, douloureuse, très douloureuse, mais elle finit par entrer dans mon cul, dans un grand éclat de rire de mon Maître. "Quel salope tu es. La main entière de ton Maitre dans le cul. Je vais te remplir à fond, tu va reprendre mon autre main dans ta chatte !"

Il joignit le geste à ses paroles. La seconde main força l'entrée de ma chatte, je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir prendre les deux mains, mais avec fermeté, délicatesse et *****, il me pénétra la chatte. Le mord, dans ma bouche, m'empêchait de crier ma douleur. Une main dans la chatte, l'autre dans mon cul, quel bonheur d'être possédée ainsi, quel plaisir d'être une salope, d'être une chienne.

"Ma salope, maintenant je sais, qu'avec toi, je peux faire beaucoup de choses. Mes mains dans tes entrailles, prouvent ton appartenance. Nous allons pouvoir passer à l'étape suivante !"

J'étais dans un état second, entre la douleur toujours présente, ses mains qui bougent en moi. Il se retira, me laissant à genoux, hébétée, vide. Il me retira les pinces et le mord, me détacha et me fit tomber sur le coté. J'étais vide de partout, mon corps ne voulant plus répondre. Mon Maître m'allongea sur le dos, et il se plaça au dessus de moi, je pris sa queue en bouche et il me baisa la bouche, comme il l'aurait fait de mon cul. À plusieurs reprises, il me coupa la respiration, avant de me lâcher sa semence.