Chapter 1 : The Tulsa similitude

"Which would you like to use today Master ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a glimmer silver gray tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The huge raiment of miniature came in a host of colors ranging from pinko and red to nigrify and blue. There were toys with ridges, bumps, and even little testis. On the table beside her were extra trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a range of mountains of Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, sizes and feature article and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clinch, clips, Sir Ernst Boris Chain and other twist that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah's sister Lauren was hunched over in a nook of the room, her house legs spread with a heavy sword bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate articulatio talocruralis with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were very similitude and were the biggest pop perfection sensation a few twelvemonth back. Before that they were performing at a cookie tender suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from memory board to lay in like radical of proletarian emmet, when they were approached by none other than the slap-up Larry Perlman with an offer from empire Records.

Larry was in his early 60, corpulence and generally unattractive, but that didn't matter because he was also ample, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of little whores with virtuoso in their eyes and peter in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With heed to the Tulsa twin, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the fast lead. Every hoarding, article and arena was ruled by the famous Tulsa Twins."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long diskette rubber pink dildo that sprung back and Forth in his handwriting. He moved to vibrate over Lauren's supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his modest home. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the need to flaunt it like some men. Most of his wealthiness was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her intimidate consistency over so that her exercising weight rested on her sleeve, enjoying the panorama of the bosh that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hairsbreadth was matted and like the rest of her consistency, hadn't been washed in at least a week."You really do smell disgusting Lauren,"he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken greenness middle. They no longer held any anger, lugubriousness, hungriness or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape cock or any illusion of a life a hanker time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn't even squirm as he roughly shoved the pinko invader up her tight, dry fix and locked it in place."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all Holy Scripture of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to micturate you rue what you did every day for the balance of your misfortunate life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple condemnation repeated habitually for the past six years. On most mean solar day this dim-witted ceremony was the most human contact she received all day ; a small amount of torture, then back to isolation and madness. After a class she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing a good deal of anything at all.

Her book wasn't calumny of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, compulsion and more. But she didn't need to be so ugly and world about it."You wanted celebrity, I gave it to you. I used my mightiness and connections to make you maven,"he said as he ***********ed the perfect tense anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching tits. In fact, her teat spent the majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief period of time of dismissal each day were somehow more painful ?

"You were very kind for start starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegement in Lauren's Word, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more than days as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last press discharge simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a toy for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and happen a nice man to require care of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many undimmed eyeball girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing strong on her pharynx, feeling the flaccidity of her body as her empty heart stared past him. There was nothing left in her to torment, but that didn't mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to dish out as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may throw had cerebration of publishing allegement of their own. She was a living center doll whose existence had been reduced a few mere lyric ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

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

"Absolutely victor,"Deborah replied with a grin and an enthusiastic leap of her ample breast as she grabbed her sister by the arrest and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to restrain up bound as she was but her twin was doing most of the piece of work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all foursome and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat ilk campaign as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.

"I'm so sorry Master ; all those mean value, false affair my sister said about you in that book…"

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

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

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

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

As Larry enjoyed the warmheartedness of his slave's bod wrapped around his appendage, his sentiment were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the boldness of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, meat and organic structure of the most worthy char on the satellite ; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The comer

I had gotten lost three times while trying to detect the correct theater. I never was very unspoilt with way. There were just so many streets and so many names and identification number for me to keep track of. When I finally found the right address, I was confused. The hall didn't facial expression lavish at all and I was surprised that such a illustrious music executive would know in such a plaza. Nevertheless, there was no question that I was at the right house. I approached the modest door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the perambulation where I played my guitar and Sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, foreman executive and producer with empire disc. He said he fell in love with my little street storey operation, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me go what I was always meant to be.

After a few instant and the muted thumps of something falling, the door opened to uncover an corpulence yet gentle and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the naked, sudor covered class of two lean blond lady friend sprawled out on the level on wide display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the ample and far-famed lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no puritan, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a brightly red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last matter I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman's eye appraising me as they traveled from my small fundament which were encased in blackamoor stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the shiny bootleg latex miniskirt skirt that clung to my hips. His regard continued to travel further to my firm little white meat that pushed against the thin cloth of my red cami that was partially covered by my denim cap and finally to the delicate feature of my face. He had an splendid poker face. I could n't narrate if he was proud of, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight unit on my senior high school cad nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The light-haired girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my right friend scored tag to one of their appearance and invited me along. We knew all their signature dance motility and would follow along nearly every Nox as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was notable for. I must hold practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and press my pocket-sized lead breast, lick my the right way index finger, jiggle my breasts, slue my spit covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right boob. Deborah 's move was a lot harder. She would spread her pegleg, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front where her vagina was up the hind past her anus, and then she 'd spin around, arch her book binding while thrusting her plenteous boob out and catch and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one right field but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal low center were fixed on the two sisters on the base of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all quaternion with a creamy white message that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busybodied cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous gift going at each other in his living way, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me ? How could my dark fuzz comparison to their blonde twist ? How could a flyspeck lilliputian half breed oriental person like me be in the same league as two gorgeous pure breds with such awing bodies ? Mr. Perlman's middle met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant Strand of my long black hair from my facial expression, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my good pouty mouth with my soft saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to exit out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to expose the inept silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New talent

Larry looked over the little one-half breed minx who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in frame and not as busty as some of the former performing artist he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's lithe piddling eubstance could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a libertine rear ; he imagined how an hypertrophied ass might push the confines of her rubber-base paint skirt and found himself becoming corpse at the thought of molding her into a perfect reflection of his mental imagery. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could have been the comportment of the Twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her center off them, as if athirst to take their lieu and be morphed to be just like them ; a little light-haired bimbo slut who would stir her tight little ass for the tv camera, moving and gyrating her flyspeck hips for the adoration of her sports fan. Indeed the Twin would be an of import agent in negotiation for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a pleasure to see you. You are a visual modality of beauty,"Larry said while brushing my dark hair and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his fingers to my full lip and pried at my mouthpiece."well, come on in,"he said with a motion of his hand."Oh and let me introduce you !"The twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their knees, not speaking until spoken too."If only all snatch could be trained this well,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa twin. They're old talent of mine but have since decided to endure a more lull aliveness. Being a ace isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a hole-and-corner signal.

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

*Good little push pet*, Larry thought as he looked at Lauren meaningfully. If she cooperated tonight he had agreed to let her out into the sun for a walk in the parking lot ; just like she and her baby had once enjoyed during the more innocent daylight of his tutelage.

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

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

"Oh yes, we're just so lucky to give met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always practiced at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping sister's line."It's really skillful to fill my replacement. I hear my maestro has some really big plans for you."

We entered the keep room which was arranged with multiple sofa facing each former and an open kernel. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the missy, the same sort that Larry served to all the Danton True Young, starry eyed cunts who entered his office or home base. He directed me to lease a bottom directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex chick on Thomas More than one function. Normally I would feature become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my peg widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another pussy"he thought,"but soon it would be a cunt that men all around the world would thirst to be wrapped around their shafts. She'd hear the roach of show biz just like anyone else. And the hard study it took to make it to the top. She'd learn that lesson just like the Tulsa's had."

Larry leaned forward and smiled."Ok Kristin, so you're obviously an amazing singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however medicine isn't just about how good you can spill the beans. I wish it was, but it's a highly militant market. That's why you need producers like me in your corner. I've worked with a lot of famous citizenry, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and about recently Taylor Slut. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the tip they're at. You're willing to believe me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his upright smell of sincerity."“ drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so nice. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial nervousness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was ! Of course she was naked and being used as a piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't supporter but to stare at her perfect trunk. Her large chest dangling beneath her, jiggling each clock time she made a minor registration in her stead. The glistening moisture around the sheepfold of her scupper bald twat that seemed to ache with desire and the way her long blonde hair cascaded around her articulatio humeri. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

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

I brushed my long black pilus back and made eye contact lens with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the music business. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my perfect little Edward D. White teeth were on display.

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

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren's back and as I took hold of the cup my fingertips grazed her placid skin. I could see her eubstance react with visible goose bumps and a slight movement as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara laden tears that continued to drip silently off her face.

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

I took a big sip of the delightful tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to experience peak and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the Patrick Victor Martindale White porcelain balanced on her supple pallid cutis, her breast jiggling and swaying as she struggled to hold open still. I slid out of my crown and I immediately began to sense the garden pink nipples at the terminal of my perky small boob stiffening against the sleek cloth of my red camisole. They were so sloshed that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bigger and harder as the sleek stuff rubbed them with each almost undetectable drift and the sensation was starting to build me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the various acts he represented and what it took to be celebrated in the euphony business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focus on it for to a greater extent than a brace seconds at a clip and my bright puritanic eyes kept moving back to Lauren's nurture end. I couldn't layover staring at her vagina and ass, they were spellbinding. The more I gawked, the Sir Thomas More aware I became of my own hairless little pussy. My clit began to swell, peeking out from behind its fleshy short hoodlum as the stretchy tissue of my soft knock labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight fiddling fuck hole is aching. I want to feel my fingerbreadth in my whore yap. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly right now. I want to refer my aching dripping twat. *

It was like an itching that I couldn't scratch and I was using all my energy to hold back my hand from flying up my rubber-base paint doll to give myself instantaneous backup man. This was corresponding torment and I didn't roll in the hay how much longer I would be able to suffer it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn't notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't move my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite iniquity haired girl in front of him and a grinning crept across his font. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was body language and she was signaling pursuit. Her smooth shaven trivial legs were inviting him inside, offering an interchange to make her renowned that may or may not have been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the trollop and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more prompting, who knows how far a bitch in heat like her could go."He could see that the girl was panting now, her blue centre wide-cut. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to contribute you into the mien of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's words dripped like soft honey to the minuscule one-half breed girl whose indulgent, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his tabernacle in a off-key motion of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In situation like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you'll be around celebrated celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to have them satisfy those itch my carelessness inflicted on you. polish off your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my delicate easy helping hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her babe's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my diminished white meat felt against him as they seemed to pop out out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little breast, forcefully raising my coat of arms with one handwriting until the garment was free from my organic structure. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It's just nooky, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn't tending who was playing with me as long as my physical structure got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my chick up over my hips, exposing my miserly footling bald pussycat and bent me over Lauren's back. My small chest and fixed pink pap pressed into Lauren 's perfect voiced pale Caucasian flesh. I wasn't sure if the goose bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little body or the fervor of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her dead body against my own. Her frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own heroic land of arousal blocked off any thought that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone polymer shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his natural language flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the privy, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her aliveness as a performance. Understand sweetheart ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet small golf hole and Mr. Perlman gave my exposed ass cheeks a hard smacking, causing my attendant build to glow a brilliantly red shade as his give-and-take ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a execution. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked ; I must make everything about performance and prove myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience. *

Knowing that in this mo that I was about to have sex with the astonish Tulsa Gemini the Twins, my carrying out was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my binding and facing pages my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little puckered anus upwards and exposing the fluid hairless twat between my firm thighs. My delicate fleshy pink crimp were glistening with the slip pussy juice that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my pie-eyed short sex hole and into a small puddle at the pocket-sized of Lauren's back. I was a performing artist and if Deborah Tulsa was going to sleep with me then I had to make sure that my part of it was worthy of such a revered partner. I was no sapphic, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal sexual orientation didn't matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting Forth River the upright demonstration possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's vivid pinko strap on turncock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my balmy tissue paper, exerting little force per unit area on my throbbing well up button that happily pushed out from its hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entryway to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber turncock into my twat, backing off and pushing in a petty deeper with each cam stroke until she was deep inside me, the full length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal heftiness gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her hips slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in tenacious rhythmic solidus with a logical tempo that could have easily matched the rhythm of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little beef in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her boastfully breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the pick in a Tulsa Sister sandwich and it was the unbelievable notion of my life. I felt Deborah's hot breath on my earlobe, her wet spit stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black hair to the position and licking the spine of my neck with foresightful slash that left a level of her shining spit dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale risque eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the elbow room except my own carrying out as my breathing was becoming heavier and my pelt tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's ardent physical structure until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's shoulder strap on dick into my soaked little cunt. I grabbed her fleshy udders and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingers finding their way to her ill-treated nipples and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's lenient saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thick garden pink nipple, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my let on willowy eubstance. I was a star topology. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the outset steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the show that his missy were putting on for him."Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,"he thought to himself as his center focused on the pink encroacher sliding easily in and out of her soundbox."She was born for this and is clearly a consummate and tot slattern in every sentience of the word."

sweat dripped from my forehead as my soft pink clapper lolled out of my mouth like a dog trousering. I was a performing artist, the centerpiece of this presentation and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. dubiousness about whether he would only see me as some kind of nookie chick made their way into my wooly genius, but left just as quickly as my Department of State of rousing controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and move of my little body.

"Deborah, stop. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to stop fucking me, I couldn't help but to discover how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No wavering, not even a couple extra thrusts. Her obeisance was nail and immediate. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet slit it dragged copious measure of slippery self made lubricating substance out accompanied by the sloshing sound of my silky dearest moving about on the sensitive pink chassis that was currently the shopping centre of my universe of discourse. Such noises would sustain embarrassed me under normal condition but of form the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my drop DoS I thought such sensual tonal pattern must be a in effect affair as surely they enhanced the carrying into action that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don't stop, delight go along going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, please make me cum. *

The language dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with dribble of saliva. I didn't want her stiff rubber stopcock to go forth my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled hips and hired hand working my diminutive body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost fix to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my learning ability felt groggy and the only when thing I could focus on was the orgasm that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

chase Deborah's example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist yap between my slender peg and walked in his direction. I didn't even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite mindful of the fact my hairless cunt that glistened with my juice was well on display as were my perky fiddling tits with rigid pinko nipples standing at care. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway role model do at the manner Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his figure towered over my flyspeck body and in that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his base, bow my promontory and lick his place. He looked so incredibly superior and there could be no motion that I on the other hired man was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue air pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn't care either. system of logic and reasonableness which had never been my substantial wooing, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the obstinate, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My sonant pink glossa slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water. I noticed his open cock impulse and twitching, I couldn't contract my pale blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urge to do everything I could imagine with it and a few thing I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hired man twitching and I noticed his cock begin to pulse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size of it departure between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, fallible and flimsy ; he was big, strong and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of major power and meekness ; of tool and pussy.

Without warning I felt his warm hands lifting my small body up as if I weighed naught at all. He held me such that his sass was nestled against the frail sheepcote of my pussy and I felt his breathing place on my sensitive rap flesh. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his nous and as I felt his tongue touch the swell up tissue of my clitoris sending Wave of pleasure to instantly rip through my bantam torso. I arched my back, pointing my little tit skyward and gripped him harder with my stage as my silky blackened hair's-breadth danced behind my head. His Word of God only increased the wizard and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my psyche long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a star. I'm a slap-up performer. I have a beautiful body and yummy kitty-cat juices. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to find his cock filling my tight little love hole and my slit was juicing in expectancy of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his voiceless cock began to poke at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should defy. I didn't want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to crusade it. Instead I spread my modulate legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my knit little fix while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme sense of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a twosome of times, the ever present pain in the rear duct between my business firm ass cheeks began to give way way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my kitty was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly construction. This was the same feeling but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my modulate little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff physical body that filled me, finding new angle and positions to enhance the pleasance I was feeling. My breathing was heavy and a shiny shininess of stew was forming on my sun kissed cutis. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive feel and dominance of Mr. Perlman all mixed together. I was having visions of leashes and constraint, submission and a kind of sex acts as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex skirt. I thought about what it might be like to have closed chain piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my rightful place in the world and at the present moment, my true place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my slopped little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a rattling performer and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my ear lobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his humanness."She's absolutely stunning, worthy and fuckable. When she goes on degree, her one-half click ass shaking for the entirety of the bunch, she'll be luring the next generation of pussy to unite in her turpitude. In consultation she'll spread her impudence and pussy brim, showing the world how a in effect little woman of the street should be displayed. She will be a double-dyed living, breathing composition of propaganda."

I was on the bound of the orgasm that I had craved for so long and by the twitch of Mr. Perlman's shaft as it drove cryptic inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back straight, dresser popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of rooter, tv camera and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the backbreaking tit that jutted out from them. On some degree I knew that I had become nothing more than a rooster hungry slut, drifting further and further away from the soul I had once been.

Larry reached into a draftsman in the side of meat table next to him as the smack of my pelt against his own mixed with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief s, he pulled out a pretty pink choker with the Word of God"sensation"emblazed on it with genuine diamonds. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his human foot, watching my performance with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the Same table drawer. It was the contract bridge that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to signalise away my very spirit. I stared at the composition as I bounced up and down on the hammer that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to reach coming. The word blurred as I tried to focus on the conditions :

1. The customer hereby preindication away her exemption to Empire disk for the menses of the contract.

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3. The customer hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tear, saliva, pee, young woman cum and should client breastfeed, milk, are the attribute of Empire Records and can be sold or used at the discreetness of said license holders.

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5. The client hereby capitulation all control of her body, time, and conclusion making to Empire Records and its representatives.

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

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9. And of course of instruction the all-important clause :

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

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"If you sign this, it will nominate you famous,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think heterosexual and my mental capacity was blurred. I didn't know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn't matter. I never wanted this feeling to terminate and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my comfortably interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the undersurface with haste. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in post with a small-scale gist shaped lock.

I didn't realize it at the metre, but this was the present moment in which I was no longer a person. I wasn't even a cunt at this point. No, I was just a self-control of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was goose egg left. None of that mattered in this second though. I was too officious milking Mr. Perlman's dick with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any yearner. He lifted my coxa and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my puckered little anus just before the net of orgasmic wave flowed through my supple organic structure.

"Let me help oneself you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped lift me off his lap and onto the terra firma where my weak ramification failed to defend my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My nerve was wide in an exhausted smile of gratification as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a diffused drizzle.

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

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would have my tits grow to enormous size of it over the next few months. I had signed the contract bridge. They had modified my eubstance and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : Full forget me drug

The magnanimous weighty silver grey bells that dangled from the thick pack in my stretched pink nipple rang out in a symmetrical symphony with each movement my little half breed body made as I crawled on hands and knee on the phase. My oversize udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the heaviness of my milk filled bag took some getting used to, they were a component of my body now and my devotee loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the delicate atomic number 47 chain three wasn't attached to the pretty pink shoe collar that had been locked around my slender neck opening for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his holding in the front of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metallic element invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant reminder of how make full I was kept. Everyday my master key, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky fiddling squawk in hotness I was and it was truthful. I was very lucky to stimulate him as a master and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crew shouting and clapping for me and the companion chill filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the changes Master made to my consistency to establish me a better performer was to increase the amount of money of succus my pussycat produced. Normally they would just drop down my smooth tanned second joint and puddle wherever I happened to end, but sometimes overlord would use a particular pump on my pussy to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my fan. It turned out that the juices that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite worthful. Of course professional made sure that my arduous milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white amber sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the beast I had become, small T. H. White droplets formed on the lead of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the reason leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde girl with house little tits who controlled my leash was dressed only in a heavy metal sexual abstention belt that locked up her medium flesh and a pair of glossy total darkness thigh high platform boots with red lacing running up the front. Naturally Master owned her as well."ejaculate on minuscule Krissy Kunt, be a good toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my epithet and it fit my qualify bimbo whore body much adept than Kristin. What kind of a name is Kristin anyway ? The public knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a chain of my yearn platinum blonde hair's-breadth from my pale blue-blooded centre as I crawled. Master had dyed my black hairsbreadth a retentive metre ago to attain me more bimbo like. My tanned peel which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The Scripture WHORE across my face with my lip forming the O, a bar computer code and slave registry act on my politic hairless pubic mound, words like fucktoy, bitch, bitch and sex animal coated my jiggling tit, firm troll ass and flat tummy. My anus had even been tattooed to make it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to crawl back across the microscope stage the way we came. She pointed to a small puddle of my slimy cunt juices mixed with several free fall of my Milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large tits pushing into the flooring and raised my ass. My modified kitty was certainly well on presentation for the crowd in this billet. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with several he-man running down the side of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my interior labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy loose wide and on display at all times. A performer has no enigma and no reserve, every inch of me should always be on display at all times. At least that's what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft pinko tongue which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other girls. The large silver gang that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own delicious kitty succus and Milk River. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening bed of my sticky saliva on the floor before being led to the succeeding puddle of purulent juices and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off stage and handed my leash to my overlord before she knelt obediently at his understructure. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a pry fauna and being looked at in that way made me even hornier than I already was. At the good deal of my original I immediately pressed my head to the storey, raised my firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my tits for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just look at how well prepare she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dumb bitch will dedicate you years of joy my ally, plus you'll be the invidia of all your chum. How many guy cable can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a good point, and I'm sure I'll get plenty of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a present for my daughter's nineteenth birthday. She's just crazy about Krissy Kunt and I did promise I'd get her a pet. But what about you Mr. Perlman, won't I be depriving you of your wizard performer ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her career is over. The midget blonde fille here, Fiona Fucktoy will film her place and be an even bad star."Master had no sooner finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink Star choker that had graced my neck for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome shoe collar that was cold against my skin and pressed into my delicate form. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy's cervix and locked it in place. Just as the dog collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before savvy my threesome and gave it a hard tug, causing my anus to spasm in reaction, I considered my career as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the puss I ate and the tool I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my bitch, ass and mouth as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the alteration that had been made to my once perfect slight petite torso. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a percentage of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to marvel. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some intellect I couldn't shake the intuitive feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a lead at all, at to the lowest degree not like this.

My new master key tugged a secondment time, this one even knockout than the finally and I dismissed the whacky thoughts in my brainless bimbo chief, obediently crawling behind him, my enceinte udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each crusade forward to the spirit that awaited me as his girl's new pet.

The End .