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DISCLAIMER:
The attached story ("Candace's Education"), or fragment
thereof, is entirely fictional. The characters, places and events
depicted in this story are not intended to represent or resemble any
real persons, places, or events. Any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.
This story is a work of fantasy. The depiction of any act in
this story, including, but not limited to, non-consensual sexual
activity, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an
unknowing human being, and degradation, humiliation or enslavement of
a human being should not be construed to imply that the author
condones the performance of said act, either on the author's part or
on the part of anyone else.
Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that the methods and
techniques that the narrator of this story is depicted to be using
would not, in reality, be effective in achieving the goals toward
which he is depicted to be using them.
IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE, OR ANY OF THE ACTIONS
LISTED IN THE SECOND PARAGRAPH, ABOVE, OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ THIS
STORY.
END OF DISCLAIMER
This story deals with a man who illicitly comes into
possession of a drug that puts its subjects into a deeply suggestible
state. He decides to use the drug on his girlfriend, an exceedingly
independent woman, and... well, you'll have to read the story. This
story contains consensual sex, non-consensual sex, the use of drugs to
alter a human personality, degradation, humiliation, and enslavement.
However, not every one of the above-listed nasty things appears in
each chapter.
I am the author of one previously published story, "Suzanne's
New Career," which runs in a similar vein to this one, and can be
found on Simon Bar Sinister's excellent web site of mind-control
stories at http://www.galaxy.net/~simon/.
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This is the third of four endings to this story. This is the
adolescent-male fantasy total-debauchery ending. Various themes here
have been suggested by several readers.
Candace's Education
ENDING THREE (Part One)
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"Take off your clothes, bitch."
Candace complied meekly, pulling the pink top off over her
head and dropping it to the floor before reaching down to open up the
skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and
stood, looking at Rick, an expression of longing on her face.
Rick leered at her body, examining it appraisingly. The
realization of just how much power he had struck him for the first
time. He owned this sexy creature. She wasn't a slave; she was a
possession.
He reached out a hand to stroke her left tit. Her eyes closed
as he rubbed his thumb across the erect nipple. He heard her breathe
in and out raggedly, clearly excited by his touch. He found her tits
dissatisfying. They were firm, but not as large as he would've
liked.
Well, there'd be plenty of time to work on that. And other
things. Right now he had something to take care of. Something
final.
Candace fought to keep her balance on the heels as Rick's
fingers gently caressed her breast. Not breast, she scolded herself,
tit! She had to think like a slut if she was ever going to get
fucked.
Rick's voice came through the haze of pleasure. "You're mine,
bitch," he growled.
Yes, she thought, I'm yours. Do what you want. Just fuck me!
"You belong to me. I can use you however I want."
"You... can... use... me..." she breathed, barely able to gasp
out the words.
"You're my whore."
"Your... whore..."
"You're my slut."
"Slut..."
"You belong to me."
"I... belong... to... you..." she murmured as the caressing of
her nipple continued. She wanted it... wanted him to use her.
"You will be used by anyone I choose in any way I choose."
"Anyone... you... choose..."
The hand on her tit withdrew, leaving an empty feeling
behind. Candace opened her eyes. Her master stood in front of her, a
big grin on his face. Maybe he was going to fuck her! She looked
down at his cock. It was fully erect, and larger than she had ever
seen it before. Her gaze was transfixed by it. The big, round purple
head, the fine network of red and blue veins latticed across its
surface. She had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Get on the bed, bitch. Hands and knees."
Candace squealed in pleasure as she rushed to comply. He was
going to do it. Really, this time! She got down on all fours, making
sure her legs were spread well apart to display her cunt for him. She
could feel its wetness. She felt her master climb up onto the bed behind
her. His hands wrapped themselves around the fronts of her thighs,
and she felt something come to rest against the outermost folds of her
cunt.
"Say it, bitch. Repeat everything I just told you."
Candace groaned. "Fu... fuck me... please fuck me..."
"Say it, bitch," her master growled menacingly.
"I... I'm your... your whore. Your slut. I belong to you..."
She trailed off, unable to remember the rest. Her pussy tingled with
lust. She tried to push her hips backwards onto his cock, but to no
avail.
"You will be used," he prompted.
"I will be used by anyone you choose in any way you choose,"
Candace said hurriedly. "Use me... use me, master... use my cunt..."
she begged.
"Here it comes, bitch!" he growled. Candace felt herself
pulled backwards by his hands as he shoved forward. The cock split her
pussy wide open, penetrating deep into her. Candace shrieked in
pleasure at the sensation. Her awareness of herself contracted and
focused on the eight inches of hard meat buried in her pussy. Nothing
else mattered but the cock in her cunt.
She felt it withdraw slowly, leaving a feeling of emptiness
behind it. "No... noooooo..." she groaned. "Put it innnnn... Fuck
meeeee...."
"Time for a lesson, bitch. A woman can use the word 'me'.
You're not a woman. You're a bitch. You're my bitch. You have to
refer to yourself as such. Now beg me to fuck my bitch."
Candace swallowed. The last vestiges of her feminist pride
screamed in protest. But his cock felt so good. "Fu... fuck
your... b-bitch."
"Very good, bitch." The cock re-entered her forcefully,
causing her pussy to tingle with delight. Candace groaned as she felt
herself filled up by his manhood. She squeezed her pussy tightly
around his shaft, hoping to hold it inside her. But once again, it
withdrew slowly, taking with it the pleasure it had brought.
"Noooo... fuck..." She paused on the verge of saying "me" before
remembering the correct form. "Fuck... your bitch."
"Good. My bitch is learning. But there are other names for a
bitch. Let's see if she can find another one."
Candace needed no time. "Fuck your slut, master!" she cried.
"What a good little slut," her master said in a soothing tone,
much as one would use when praising a pet. His prick rammed into her
snatch once again, bringing the welcome wave of pleasure. Candace
moaned in delight. Again, she tried to hold his cock inside her cunt,
but it slipped out.
"Let's see if the clever slut can come up with a new name for
herself."
"Fuck your whore, master!" Candace yelled. She was rewarded
immediately by a sharp thrust of her master's cock. But it was only
seconds later that it withdrew. Candace searched her brain for
another degrading name to use. "Fuck your tramp, master!" Another
thrust and withdrawal. "Fuck your sex slave, master!" Again her
master's cock parted her. She thought furiously, desperate to keep
the pleasure-filled fucking continuing. "Fuck your sex doll!" She
was dimly aware of a chuckle in the background, but it was lost
against her grunt of pleasure as she was impaled again on his shaft.
"Fuck your... your bitch!" she screamed as he withdrew again,
realizing her mistake too late.
"I'm afraid you've already used that one, slut. Why don't you
try using your name?"
"Fuck Candace!" she screamed eagerly, craving another thrust.
But it didn't come.
"Ooooh, no, that won't do," he said in a regretful tone.
"Candace is pretty name, but it's a woman's name. If you go around
calling yourself Candace, people will think you're a woman, and expect
you to do all sorts of things, like thinking, and making your own
decisions, and talking about important things. What you need is a
name that lets everyone know that you're just a slut and a whore, so
that people will only expect you to get fucked. So you shouldn't be
named Candace. But maybe something like Candace..."
"Candi!" she squealed, "Candi! Fuck Candi, master!"
Her cleverness was rewarded by another thrust, penetrating her
so deeply that she felt the head of his cock touch her cervix. Then,
as before, her master withdrew, but this time he re-entered her
forcefully. Stroke followed stroke, each more powerful and more
satisfying than the last. Candi grunted in time with her master's
penetrations, thrusting her hips back at him to draw him in as deeply
as possible, trying to squeeze her cunt tight around him. She felt an
orgasm building within her.
Just then her master paused with the head of his cock just
barely inside her pussy lips. "What is your name, bitch?"
"C-Candi, master."
"And what are you?"
"I'm your bitch, I'm your whore, I'm your slut, master."
Candi screamed in pleasure as he re-entered her, his cock
rapidly pistoning in and out of her juicy wet snatch. Her master's
hands roughly grabbed her tits, pulling her even harder onto his
prick. The pain only registered dimly; her consciousness was focused
on the thick slab of meat in her pussy. "Fuck... Fuck..." she
murmured, "Fuck Candi..."
She climaxed violently, her pussy spasming around her master's
cock. In that moment, she wanted nothing in life but to be fucked
over and over again, by this cock or by any other. Where before she
would have recoiled at the thought of being a slut, now she gloried in
it. A bitch. She just wanted to be a good, obedient little bitch.
Rick felt his cum boiling within his cock as his newly
rechristened bitch thrashed through an orgasm. His jism squirted into
the slut's pussy as he tightly gripped her tits. Bigger tits, he
reminded himself. She needed bigger tits. Soon enough.
His semen continued to squirt, and he was lost in the ecstasy
of the moment. Candi belonged to him, body and soul. The orgasm she
was now experiencing had sealed her fate. She would do whatever she
was told, never voicing an independent thought, living only for the
feeling of a cock in her cunt.
He knew he could never go back to Jennifer. A woman could
never satisfy him. In fact, he wouldn't even find a woman interesting
anymore. Not when he could have a hot bitch like Candi for his very
own.
Rick's cock squirted a few final strands of come into Candi's
snatch and fell still. Rick withdrew it with an audible pop, watching
a few strands of ropy cum stringing between it and Candi's cunt.
"Clean off my cock, slave," he commanded. Candi turned around and
took Rick's cock into her mouth, slurping hungrily at it.
Rick smiled. This bitch was going to be easy to train, if the
lesson he'd just given her was any indication. He'd reinforce the
training with the hypnosis drug, just to be safe, but it seemed
redundant.
And Candi wouldn't be his only bitch. That was for certain.
He'd need to somehow maintain his supply of the drug, but aside from
that there were no limits to what he could do. In short order, he
could have a whole bevy of foxy sluts doing whatever he wanted. There
were no women in the world, only potential bitches. Rick grinned at
the thought.
He was startled to discover that Candi wasn't just cleaning
his cock off. Her tongue was swirling back and forth around his cock,
tickling his glans. She began to pump her head up and down on his
cock. Rick groaned in pleasure as he felt his third orgasm of the
night begin to build. "Does my bitch want to get fucked again?" he
asked.
She withdrew her head long enough to plead. "Oh, please,
master, fuck Candi's cunt with your long, hard cock."
Rick put his plans on hold for the rest of the night. Right
now there was a bitch to be used.
Five Years Later
----------------
Rick leaned back in the plush chair, enjoying the sensation of
his bitch sucking at his cock. In the five years he'd owned her, she'd
developed quite a proficiency for cocksucking. He reached out and
rested one hand gently on the slut's head, feeling it slide up and
down on his cock. She looked up at him, eyes peering out from under
slutty arched black eyebrows. Her lips shone with glossy lipstick,
meticulously applied. Rick made it clear to his bitches that
appearance was important.
Rick looked up and gazed out of the window of his private
enclosed box onto the floor of the most exclusive gentleman's club in
the world. A number of very rich men sat at tables chatting,
drinking, and watching. All around them were some of the most
beautiful, the sexiest, and the best-trained women in the world. The
girls served drinks to the men. The girls were more than happy to sit
and talk to the men, and were always very attentive listeners. The
girls sat on the men's laps and allowed their bodies to be fondled.
The girls squeezed the men's crotches playfully. And when the time
was right, the girls followed the men into one of the private rooms in
the back of the club and kneeled to suck a cock or lay down and spread
their legs to get fucked. This, Rick thought to himself for the
umpteenth time, was the way the world should be. Hot bitches waiting
on the pleasure of men.
Rick reached down and pushed the bitch off his cock. "Sit on
my lap, slut," Rick commanded.
"Yes, master," she responded in the sexy cooing voice she'd
learned. She rose and lay her sleek, tanned legs across his, setting
her pert ass down on his crotch. She reached down and began to play
with his cock. Rick idly fondled her left tit with one hand while
taking a sip from his drink with the other. The whore groaned in
pleasure at his touch. Her sessions under the drug were responsible
for that. She had become sensitized to any attention paid to her
tits.
The announcer on the club floor began to speak, his voice
penetrating Rick's private booth. "And now, gentlemen, please give a
warm welcome to one of our veterans, the ever-popular Candi!"
Applause rose from the tables. The clientele just loved Candi.
Candi strode proudly out onto the stage, a fur coat wrapped
tightly around her, concealing her entire body, save for the legs that
occasionally poked out as she walked, and her gorgeous face. The
applause crescendoed as the music began, a heavy-metal tune with a
strong beat, and she flung open the coat to reveal a tight-fitting
pink bikini.
Rick continued to fondle the bitch on his lap while watching
Candi begin her dance routine. He loved doing this, sometimes even
more than the sex itself. The feeling of ownership drove him wild.
His gaze swept the floor again, taking in the panorama of female
flesh. All of it belonged to him.
Some of the bitches down below (to the customers, they were
referred to as "girls") were actively engaged with customers, chatting
with them, allowing their bodies to be groped, squeezing the
customers' cocks through their pants. Some merely walked the floor,
serving drinks. All, however, were fully made-up, hair immaculately
styled, feet encased in spiked heels, available to be fucked on a
moment's notice. A slut's first duty, he told his bitches, is to look
fuckable.
He watched as one of his girls, a small Japanese bitch he'd
named Mimi, wiggled her tits in the face of the customers on whose lap
she'd been sitting for the past half-hour. Apparently this was the
breaking point for the customers, who rose hurriedly from his chair,
picking Mimi up and carrying her through the door into the back of the
club where the private rooms were located.
On the other side, Ashley, a gorgeous blonde he'd recently
acquired, served martinis to a pair of silver-haired executives.
Ashley, he recalled, had been a lawyer when he'd first noticed her.
Now, six months later, she was just a bitch. Rick hadn't quite
finished her training yet; she would be moving from the waitressing
position into an "entertainer" position in a few months.
One of the executives reached out to caress Ashley's crotch
through the see-through panties she wore. Ashley responded as she'd
been trained; she smiled, set her tray down, and began to rub his
shoulders. If he stopped, she would pick up the tray and move on. If
he continued, she would move her attention down to his crotch and
unbutton her top to allow him access to her tits. Even though she was
technically a waitress, she was still available. If the executive
wanted to fuck her, he'd take her into one of the private rooms and
another waitress would be right along to get the tray and finish
serving. That was the first rule of Rick's club - any customer could
fuck any of the girls - even a waitress.
The executive's interest increased, and Ashley was soon
sitting on his lap, allowing him to play with her, smiling and
laughing. Rick could tell he was going to take her into a private
room and fuck her. That would be her second today. Maybe Rick would
have to accelerate her training; she was quite a popular bitch.
A customer came out of the back area. The middle-aged
executive returned to a table with his buddies, where he entered an
animated discussion filled with much pantomiming of sexual activity.
A few minutes later, a sexy brunette, Ginger, emerged from the back.
Rick had been watching closely; each of the men sitting at that table
had fucked Ginger that evening. No doubt they were all comparing
notes on her performance.
Ginger, for her part, must have been exhausted, but she
certainly didn't show it. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, and
she walked energetically across the floor on her red heels, her
silicone tits thrust proudly in front of her, waiting for another
customer to express interest in her. As a slut, her first duty was
too look fuckable, and that didn't change just because she had been
fucked by six men in a row.
She hadn't orgasmed, of course; Rick's bitches never orgasmed
with customers. After all, they couldn't be expected to keep their
minds on their jobs if they orgasmed right in the middle of getting
fucked. Their job was to make sure that the customer got the best
fuck possible. They faked orgasms, of course - that was an important
part of satisfying the customer. And satisfy they did. And they
certainly enjoyed their work - Rick made sure they liked nothing
better than a hard cock. But they never really orgasmed. That they
did only with Rick.
Rick only had a certain amount of time, and could only bring
three or four bitches to orgasm a day. Since he owned about fifty,
each of them only got to come once every two weeks or so. Most of
them had to be satisfied by being fingered, since Rick obviously
couldn't fuck four women in one day on a continuous basis. Getting
fucked to orgasm by her owner was a special distinction for a slut;
only those that performed exceptionally well were allowed to
experience it. Rick made a mental note to fuck Ginger soon. She had
pulled a train of six horny businessmen, and kept her appearance
flawless afterward. A slut like that deserved a reward.
The executive who'd been groping Ashley carried her into the
back. She grinned happily; for a waitress to get fucked as much as
she did was quite a privilege. Rick made a note to review the tape of
the session she had with this guy; if she was performing up to snuff,
maybe he could promote her immediately.
The guys who had just finished chain-fucking Ginger were
watching raptly as Candi danced. She was out of her top now, but
still wearing the fur. By now, most of those men would have their
cocks up again, and Rick knew what they were going to do. This crew
had a habit of getting drunk and accosting one of the girls all
together.
Sure enough, Lisa walked by, her blond hair flowing behind her
as her unencumbered tits bounced on her chest. She smiled at the
group and began talking to them. Less than a minute later, the six
guys escorted Lisa into the back, excited about the upcoming
gang-bang. Lisa probably wasn't so excited, but she knew that she had
to do her job if she wanted to orgasm this week.
Lisa had been Rick's third acquisition. It had been Candi's
suggestion, oddly enough. Although he'd made Candi into a brainless
bimbo, she had still been able to remember an annoying student intern
at the magazine. She'd told Rick that Lisa would make an excellent
bitch. And damn if she hadn't been right about that. Rick watched as
Lisa went with the men into the back.
Rick always worried a little about gangbangs. They tended to
be a little dangerous, and bitches were hard to replace. It was easy
to locate a suitable bitch, and easy to train her, but hard to take
possession. Still, he knew he could extract financial compensation
from the men if Lisa was permanently hurt.
All of Rick's clients were carefully screened in a personal
interview. Drinks were served, and if a potential customer refused
the drink, Rick faked an interview and then rejected his application.
Those that did drink were grilled under hypnosis about their financial
situation, sexual tastes, and any friends or relatives they had in law
enforcement. Once Rick was satisfied on all counts, the customer had
merely to pay the $100,000 in annual dues, and he was entitled to come
whenever he wanted and fuck any of the available girls. Rick had
personal chats periodically with all his customer, where he made sure
they only spoke of the club to potential new customer.
From time to time, a customer took a particular liking to one
of the girls. The girls were allowed to date customers; the gentleman
merely had to pay the club a $5,000 fee per date. The girls always
said yes. Quite often, a customer wanted to marry a girl. This was
also allowed; after Rick suitably reprogrammed the bitch, the husband
paid a half-million dollar finder's fee, and she left her job for a
life of married bliss, now able to orgasm on her husband's cock.
A girl from Rick's club made an excellent wife; she was always
obedient and accommodating toward her husband, wishing only to satisfy
him sexually. She always did her best to look sexy and fuckable,
bolstering her husband's reputation for sexual prowess. Her
programming left her unable to orgasm without her husband's
permission, so her faithfulness was assured. She knew that, aside
from her role as a trophy, she was merely a sexual plaything for her
husband, no more than a living fuck-doll, and as such she never
objected to her husband fucking other women or sluts. Most
importantly, she had no objections whatsoever to her husband's
continued membership in the club, or to her husband fucking other club
girls, even on dates outside the club. Many of the nation's
wealthiest men now had trophy wives trained by Rick. His best
customer had been through no less than three wives from his club.
Not only did marriage provide Rick with extra income, it
resulted in employee turnover, giving him space to recruit new bitches.
Rick's annual income was well into eight figures. But it wasn't the
money he loved; it was the ownership, the possession of property.
He watched Candi dancing on the stage below, wrapping her
oiled tits around the pole, sliding up and down on it like it was a
big cock she was fucking. Candi's tits were large and round, like a
pair of melons, designed to feel heavenly when wrapped around a cock.
Rick liked to keep a wide variety of bitches in his stable.
Some he gave a "natural" look, to appeal to those customer who liked
a high-class fuck. This didn't mean that these girls didn't get any
modification; all of Rick's bitches were artificial to some degree, it
was just that the "natural" girls had plastic surgery done on them in
less obvious ways. Alterations of minor imperfections, such as
reducing a large nose, often cost more than a simple pair of large
fake tits. The classy girls were modified to meet an exacting
standard of feminine beauty; any of them could easily have graced the
pages of Playboy. Rick received plastic surgery services at a
discount; several highly skilled surgeons were members of the club.
Nonetheless, it often cost tens of thousands of dollars to prepare a
single bitch for work.
Candi was not one of the classy girls; she was at the extreme
opposite end of the spectrum. Her collagen-injected pouting lips and
massive surgical tits appealed to those who wanted to fuck an
obvious whore. Rick had taken quite a delight in turning the
once-militant feminist into an extreme slut. When Candi walked the
floor, she didn't wear the high-heeled pumps of a classy slut, she
wore a pair of leather knee-high "fuck-me" boots, or a pair of
six-inch spiked heels. And when customers started talking to Candi,
they quickly discovered that she didn't just look like a brainless
bimbo. Rick had hypnotically rendered her incapable of using words of
more than two syllables, and made it impossible for her to speak more
than three sentences without referring to sex.
The look and personality had proved popular with the
customer; Already several had moved over to sit next to the stage,
waiting for her to finish so they could have a chance to stuff their
stiff cocks up her snatch. Rick had taken several other girls to the
extreme like this - he looked across the club to where Crystal sat
straddling a customer's lap, arching her back while he lapped eagerly
at her wrecking-ball sized tits. The others had proven popular, but
Candi's fan base remained undiminished.
He'd already turned down several requests from customers
wanting to see her outside of the club. He knew he could charge
whatever he wanted for Candi, but... she had a certain sentimental
value. She'd been his first bitch, after all.
While he'd been observing and reminiscing, his second bitch
had succeeded in bringing his cock to a full erection. Rick looked at
her face. "Does my bitch want to get fucked?"
Her face lit up with simple joy. "Oh, yes, master, your slut
wants you to fuck her creamy cunt with your hard cock. Please,
master, fuck Jenny!"
Rick looked into the eyes that pleaded eagerly with him.
Those eyes had once shone with pure love, but now all that could be
seen in them was cocklust. "Sit on my cock, whore," Rick commanded.
Jenny obliged eagerly, lifting herself up, straddling Rick, and
impaling her snatch on his shaft. Rick groaned.
Jennifer had been surprisingly easy to train. She had been
madly in love with him, and it had been almost too easy to bend that
love to his own ends. In a mere week, she had been eagerly taking his
orders, completely submissive. Then he'd brought Jenny and Candy
together, using them together. He remembered his first time fucking
the two of them at once. What a night that had been!
Now, after some surgery, Jenny was just like any other slut -
built to be fucked. Big, round tits thrust forth proudly, perfectly
filling Rick's hands. Rick squeezed them, enjoying their firmness.
He'd come to love fake tits. He'd gotten her the fake ones four
years ago, after getting fed up with her natural boobs. Only
afterwards had he realized how much he loved fake tits. So artificial.
So much the sign of a slut.
Rick breathed in the smell of her hair as Jenny humped up and
down on his cock. Her hair was thick and lustrous, falling in small
curls across her shoulder and down her back. It had been dyed from
its natural deep brown to a jet black. Rick liked the addition that
made to the sluttiness of her appearance.
He groaned again as she flexed the muscles of her cunt around
his cock. Rick moved his lips onto hers and began to suck. She
kissed back eagerly. Five years ago, Jennifer Cipriani had kissed
with a tender warmth that had set Rick's heart on fire. Now Jenny
Fucktoy kissed with a lustful craving designed to set a man's cock on
fire. (Rick had taken the last name from a dirty story he'd read on
the Internet.) The lips that had once been soft and tender were now
larger, collagen injections having given them a permanent pout. Even
when they weren't wrapped around a cock they looked like they wanted
to be. Rick doubted that Jennifer's own mother would recognize the
cock-craving hussy that now sat on his shaft.
"Oh, master, fuck Jenny hard. Shove your hard cock up your
bitch's soft, wet cunt! Jenny wants to be fucked!"
Rick's cock felt wonderful as always. He closed his eyes.
Jenny wasn't a club employee. She was Rick's personal, private bitch.
The one he fucked every single day. "Tell me what you are, bitch," he
growled. He enjoyed this little game.
Jenny groaned again. "Oh, master, Jenny is a dirty little
slut. All Jenny wants to do is get used by her master. Jenny
remembers how she used to be a woman, how she used to be her master's
girlfriend." Rick stopped, his eyes snapping open. This had never
happened before.
Jenny took no notice, but continued humping up and down on his
cock. "Except he wasn't her master then. He was Rick." Rick's
bitches were trained never to use his name. What the hell was going
on?
"And... and Rick used to treat Jenny... treat Jennifer like a
woman." The pace of her humping slowed, and her smile began to fade.
"Rick... Rick loved Jennifer. And Jennifer... loved Rick." She
stopped, her eyes still closed, but her body motionless, sitting
still on Rick's cock.
They sat still, scarcely breathing. Rick's mind raced with
things he hadn't thought of in years. Jennifer's sweet face - not the
made-up, collagen-enhanced face of the whore on his lap right now, but
the sweet, innocent face of the only woman he had ever truly loved.
Why?
Why had he turned her into... this?
They sat still for several long moments. Rick realized how
much he missed Jennifer. How much he wanted to see her again, hold
her, talk to her, kiss her.
Make love to her. Rick cleared his throat, preparing to
speak.
"But Jenny doesn't understand," she squealed just as Rick
opened his mouth. "Why did Jennifer love Rick? Jenny doesn't want to
be loved! Jenny just wants a hard cock in her cunt!" With that, she
began to slide up and down on his cock again with furious speed. "No,
no..." she moaned. "Jenny doesn't want to be loved; Jenny just wants
to be used! Please, master, use Jenny like the slut she is. Fuck
Jenny hard, master. Jenny is a hot, slutty bitch!" FUCK JENNY!"
Rick's thoughts of a moment before were lost as the bitch slid
up and down on his cock at breakneck speed, faster than she'd ever
done before. Rick grunted and stood, cradling her in his arms, and
laid her on the table in front of him. Jenny squealed in delight as
Rick lifted one sleek, tan leg onto each of his shoulders and began to
furiously piston his cock in and out of the sopping wet cunt before
him.
Rick remembered now. He remembered why he had done it. Why
he'd turned Jennifer into a slut. "You cheap slut," he grunted as he
shoved his cock deep inside her cunt. He'd done it because nothing
could compare to this moment. The feeling he got from fucking a bitch
was better than anything else in the world. The feeling of total
control. The rush of power that came from knowing that he had turned
a woman, a creature with hopes, dreams, thoughts, and feelings, into a
living, breathing sex doll whose only interest in life was pleasing
men, to whom the only thing of consequence in the whole world was a
cock. Once he'd done it to Candace, it had been inevitable that he'd
do it to Jennifer.
Jenny writhed in ecstasy as his cock exploded, shooting jism
deep into her hot cunt. Her own orgasm crested at the sensation, as
it always did, and her back arched as she screamed in pleasure. Rick
watched as his come began to drip out of her cunt. Even after four
years of fucking dozens of well-trained sluts, Rick still thought
Jenny was the best fuck he'd ever had.
For the first time, though, it occurred to him that it was a
shame to keep such a hot bitch to himself. It was time Jenny
experienced another man's cock. Not in the club, of course.
Something a little more interesting.
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Candace's Education
ENDING THREE (Part Two)
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Candi looked around as she followed Jenny into the bar. It
was a nice place. Most of the men were dressed nicely. They were
younger than most of the men who fucked her at the club. Her master
had said that they would have money. They were supposed to get money
from the men when they got fucked. But she never got money for
getting fucked at the club. Why? She knew she wasn't very bright.
Trying to think about things like this made her head hurt. That was
probably why her master had told her to just follow Jenny and only do
what Jenny told her to. Jenny was so smart.
Jenny led her over to the bar. Candi noticed a lot of the men
in the bar were looking at them. Her cunt grew warm at the thought.
She knew they wanted to fuck her. And she wanted to let them. But
her master had made it very clear that this bar wasn't like the club,
and that she wasn't supposed to get fucked here. It was all so
confusing. Just let Jenny make all the decisions, she reminded
herself.
Jenny ordered them drinks. Candi sipped hers, glancing around
the bar. Her master had told her not to make eye contact for more
than a second with any man, unless Jenny told her to. It was Jenny
decision who the got fucked by. So Candy looked around nervously.
She realized that a lot of the bitches in the bar were looking
at her, too. They didn't look friendly. Candi was confused by their
appearance. Most of them were dressed strangely, in clothes that
covered their most of their bodies. They weren't wearing nearly
enough makeup, and most of them had small tits. Even stranger,
though, they didn't seem to be behaving properly. They were just
sitting at tables or standing at the bar, talking to men or to each
other.
It seemed like they weren't trying to get fucked at all.
Didn't they realize that a slut's duty was look fuckable? Hadn't
their masters taught them that? And here they were glaring at Candi
as though she was doing something wrong, when she was only dressed the
way any slut should be. If they couldn't be bothered to put on decent
makeup, do their hair properly, and get some decent tits, it was
hardly her problem.
Jenny leaned over and was whispering in her ear. "There are
two men at a table behind you and to your left looking at us. Look
back at them and smile."
Candi turned around, making sure her round tits were visible,
and looked in the direction Jenny had instructed. Sure enough, a pair
of young, well-dressed men were look at them. Candi smiled her
sexiest smile, the one she used in the club. The men goggled at her.
"Follow me," Jenny instructed. Candi nodded and followed
Jenny as she walked across the room to the table. Still everyone in
the club stared at them. Jenny stopped at the table. "I don't
suppose you gentlemen would care to buy a couple of lonely girls a
drink?"
The men were silent for a second, gaping in astonishment.
Then one of them broke free of the spell. "Sure thing. Have a seat,
ladies." The man snagged a passing waitress and they ordered drinks.
The men introduced themselves as Eric and Greg, explaining that
they worked together at a large law firm downtown. Jenny responded by
introducing herself and Candi as roommates. Candi smiled but remained
silent. Greg launched into a monologue about a major case he'd just
worked on, talking about how much money he'd pulled in. Jenny
listened to him, nodding eagerly and making approving sounds. "Ohh,
that's a lot of money." "Wow, you must be rich." Greg swelled with
pride.
Candi tried to follow the conversation, but it was too
difficult for her. Customers at the club tried to do this. They
always talked a lot about how much money they made, as though that was
supposed to impress her. Candi hated it when they did that. All she
wanted was for them to fuck her. Of course, at the club, she could
always solve the problem by talking about how much she liked to get
fucked, or by gently rubbing the customer's cock. But here she
couldn't do that. Her master had told her not to.
Eric turned to speak to her. "So, uh... Candi, what do you do
for a living?"
"Oh... uh... I do... stuff," she responded. The master had
told her not to talk about getting fucked. What was she supposed to
do?
"Oh. Uh... You have really pretty eyes," Eric said.
"Thank you." This she was able to handle. She got this all
the time at the club. Men always pretended to be interested in her
eyes. She knew what they were really interested in. It was best just
to bring it up herself. "Do you like my tits?"
Eric was stunned for a second. Was that the right thing to
have said? "Uh... yeah, they're really nice." He stared at them.
Candi was wearing a sheer black dress that hugged her body
tightly and had a zipper down the front. She reached up and began to
unzip the zipper, to let Eric see her tits.
"Candi!"
Candi paused and looked over to where Jenny was frowning at
her. Jenny turned to the men. "Excuse us for a second, gentlemen.
Come on, Candi."
Candi smiled apologetically at Eric, and followed Jenny to the
restroom, which was empty. Jenny turned to face her.
"Candi, this is not the club. You can't take off your clothes
until we get to the apartment. Understand?" Candi nodded. "And
don't talk about fucking until we leave here."
"But... But, Jenny, what can I talk about?"
"Just listen to what he says. Tell him you like him. Tell
him he's handsome. Tell him you like money."
"Okay."
"All right, let's fix ourselves up and get back out there."
Rick leaned back in his chair, listening to the hushed words
between the men at the table next to him.
"Shit, Eric, those babes are hot! We are definitely getting
lucky tonight."
"I don't know, man. Do you think they're coming back?"
"Yeah, they'll be back. Shit, did you see how Candi almost
showed you her tits?"
"Yeah. Man, a chick wears a dress like that with a zipper
down the front, you know she's looking for a fuck!"
"I'll say. And that Jenny chick, she was all over me. Man,
did you see what she was wearing?"
Rick congratulated himself on his choice of outfits. Candi
was wearing a sheer black body-hugging dress that barely covered her
ass. Jenny was dressed in a leopard-print outfit that tightly covered
her arms, neck, and torso, and ended right below her ass. There was a
large cutout on her chest, prominently displaying the round globes of
her tits.
"You bet I saw it. We are getting lucky tonight!"
He eavesdropped on the conversation that resulted when his
bitches returned to the men. Jenny talked animatedly with Greg, while
Candi remained more or less quiet, listening to Eric talk about his
career. Good girl, Rick congratulated her mentally.
Rick looked around the bar, examining the patrons. He'd
picked the place because it was a yuppie joint, and he wanted to find
men who were both young and wealthy. It seemed to have worked.
He spotted a young woman sitting alone. It was clear why.
Her blond hair was tied back in a bun, and her makeup was inexpertly
applied. She was wearing a yellow blouse that didn't look good at all
against her fair complexion. Underneath it all, though, was a pretty
face, and, if Rick judged correctly, a good figure.
Just what he was always looking for. The women who understood
how to make themselves pretty were harder to pick up, because they had
more suitors. A naturally attractive woman with a poor fashion sense
made just as good a bitch, once she was trained, and was much easier
to acquire.
Rick looked at the table where Candi and Jenny were still
chatting with the men and decided everything was under control. He
rose and walked across the room to sit next to the woman. "Can I buy
you a drink?"
Her face lit up. "Sure."
Rick turned on the charm and they began to chat. Her name was
Cheryl, and she was a computer programmer just out of college. That
explained the poor fashion sense, Rick supposed. She was unemployed
and had been unable to find work for several months. She wanted to
start her own software company, but she hadn't built up the courage
yet.
When she asked about him, Rick responded that he was a
financial consultant. He responded politely to her questions, but
always deflected the conversation back to her. He enjoyed learning
about her; her family, her friends, her dreams, her aspirations, her
thoughts. It made it all the more pleasurable when he took possession
of her.
After awhile, Rick bought her another drink and
surreptitiously snuck some of the hypnotic drug into it. Over the
next half-hour, Cheryl's sentences became shorter and shorter, and she
stopped taking the initiative in the conversation. It was time.
"Why don't you let me drive you home?"
"Okay..."
Candi pretended to pay attention as Eric talked about his job.
She found that she just had to nod occasionally and say something like
"Wow, you must make a lot of money," and Eric would keep on talking.
She wanted so badly to take off her clothes and let him fuck her,
get him so hot that he would shoot wads of sticky come into her hot
pussy, but she knew she couldn't. Not yet. Not until Jenny said so.
And Jenny was busy talking to Greg.
There came a pause in the conversation. Greg spoke up. "So,
what are you ladies up to tonight?" Candi was disappointed to hear
the word "ladies." It was always best when a man called her a bitch
or a slut or a whore. Those were the ones who wasted no time, who
took her into the back of the club and fucked her hard, or made her
blow their cocks, without wasting a lot of time talking beforehand.
The next best were the ones who called her a girl. Those at least
usually didn't try to pretend they weren't going to fuck her, and
didn't spend too much time talking. But the men who called her a lady
were the ones who wanted her to sit there for minutes on end talking
to them. Worst of all, some of them didn't even fuck her, but sent
her away and started talking to another slut. She hated having her
time wasted like that.
Candi let Jenny answer. "Well, we had some... plans for
tonight," she said coyly, smiling sexily. Candi smiled too, because
it seemed like she was supposed to. Just do what Jenny does, she
reminded herself.
Jenny went on. "We were planning to find a couple of hot
studs to help us with a little fantasy we have." She rested a hand on
Greg's leg for emphasis. Candi turned to Eric and licked her lips.
Greg gulped. "What might... might that be?" he stammered.
Candi knew he was nervous. Just like the men at the club always were
their first time. Candi liked first-timers; they were nervous at
first, but once they got going, they could really pound her cunt hard.
Maybe tonight was going to be fun after all.
"Well,..." Jenny began. "No, it's... it's... you'd think we
were..." She trailed off, feigning embarrassment.
"Jenny, I promise you we would never think anything bad about
you," Eric said sincerely. "You can tell us." Candi knew that he
already thought they were sluts. She could see it in his eyes, the
way he kept looking at her tits. She loved it.
"Okay," Jenny said. "Candi and I were in bed together one
night," she began. Candi saw both of the men's eyebrows raise at
this. She couldn't understand why. She and Jenny always slept
together. Sometimes with the master, sometimes not. Why would that
be strange?
Jenny continued, "and we were talking about fantasies. We
discovered that we both had the same fantasy." The men were on the
edges of their seats. "We wondered what it would be like to
be... hookers." The men's eyebrows raised. "You know," Jenny went
on, "getting paid to have sex. So we thought we'd find out. We went
out and bought these outfits, and... Well, here we are."
The men were silent for a second. "So you want us to pretend
we're paying you to have sex?" Eric asked.
"Um... well... no, you'd have to actually pay us. That's part
of the fantasy. You pay us as we go along."
"Okay, but then you'd give us the money back afterward,
right?" Greg asked.
"Well, no," Jenny responded. "If we knew we were just going
to give it all back at the end, it wouldn't have the same, you
know... it wouldn't be much of a turn-on." There was another moment
of silence. "You know, we'll do anything," Jenny said with a smile.
"Like a lot of things nice girls like us wouldn't normally do. We
really get into our fantasies." Her voice lowered to a throaty
whisper, as she leaned close to Greg. "If I weren't pretending to be a
hooker tonight, I would never ask you to fuck my brains out." Jenny
put her hands on Greg's shoulders, kissing him hard.
Candi leaned over to kiss Eric, too. Her hand snaked out and
found his crotch. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock through
his pants. Her pussy moistened at the thought of getting fucked by
it.
Candi pulled away when she heard Jenny talking again. "So
what'll it be, studs? Want to play john to a pair of hot whores like
Candi and me?"
Greg regained his breath first. "O-okay."
Rick led Cheryl into the smaller of the apartment's two
bedrooms. "Sit down," he commanded. She complied, sitting down on
the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on Rick. Rick knew she was
desperate for his cock.
Rick told her to wait there and went to fix her a glass of
water. She'd been under the influence of the drug on the way home,
but it was already starting to wear off, and Rick wanted to begin the
bitch's training after he got done fucking her tonight. Giving her a
dose now would put her under its effect at exactly the right time.
Rick brought out the glass and told her to drink it,
explaining that he'd read that women enjoy sex more if they have a
little extra water in them. The explanation was superfluous, of
course -- she was so horny by now she'd do anything he told her to --
but Rick didn't want her to realize his power just yet.
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," he
commanded. Cheryl seemed a little miffed by his attitude, but she
complied. She'd learn respect for her master soon enough.
Rick climbed up next to her and began toying with her, teasing
her nipples and clit while critically examining his latest
acquisition. She was a keeper. She didn't have the right look to be
a good "classy" girl, but she'd make an excellent artificial slut like
Candi. A couple of fake tits, some collagen in the lips, an exercise
regimen to tone up those flabby thighs, some bleach in the hair, and
she would be one hot bitch.
Already Rick's ministrations had gotten her quite excited; she
was panting with lust. Rick had long since perfected his training
technique. It had taken him months to turn Candace into a slut, but
only a couple of weeks to do the same to Jennifer. His latest
acquisition, Ashley, had required a mere three days. It was all a
matter of knowing exactly what to say, exactly how to exploit the
psychology of the bitches. He knew he could create a bitch in less
than a day if he kept her under the drug the entire time, but it was
more fun to let her down occasionally and use her in an undrugged
state. Humiliate her.
"Oh, please, Rick, I need you. I've never felt like this
before..." she moaned, her hands clutching hungrily at him.
Rick smiled. It was time to begin. "Need me? What do you
need me to do?" he asked, still stroking her body.
"I... I need you inside me..."
"What do you need inside you?"
"I need your... your... penis... inside me..." She was
getting frustrated.
"Well, I don't know," Rick replied casually, "I don't really
know if I want to..."
Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, frightened.
"Don't... want to? What?"
"Maybe if you made it sound a little more exciting."
She gasped several times under Rick's skilled hands before
speaking again. "Unhh... Oh... Fu... Fuck me... Fuck me..."
"Hmmm... That's a little better, but I think you can be a
little more creative."
"Oh, god... Why are you doing this? Oh... Fuck me... Fuck me
with your... cock... I need your cock inside me... Fuck me..."
Rick paused only long enough to unzip his pants, freeing his
erect cock. He placed the swollen purple head on the outer folds of
her moist pussy. Cheryl's breathing quickened. "Well, miss
programmer," Rick sneered, "you're quite the little slut, aren't you?"
"You bastard!" she spat. "How dare you?"
"What would your poor mother think if she knew that her
daughter, so prim and proper, turns into a wanton hussy whenever she
so much as kisses a man?"
"No... noooooo..."
Rick loved this part. "And what about little Sally, who
always looks up to you, and wants so badly to go to college just like
her big sister? If she were here, would she want to spread her legs
and beg me to fuck her? Would she want to be a cock-hungry bitch just
like you?"
"You bastard..." She was crying, but she was powerless to
break the spell of Rick's hand on her clitoris. "Just... just fuck
me..."
"Tell me what you are."
"Please... fuck me..."
"Tell me," Rick growled.
"I'm... I'm a slut. I'm a whore. I just need your cock.
Fuck me!"
"And I'm your master."
"Fuck meeeeee..."
"Say it!"
"You're... you're my ma... master. Fuck me, master! Shove
your cock in my cunt, master!"
Rick gave in to his own desire and slammed his swollen cock
into the newborn bitch. She screamed at his entry, her pussy clenching
tightly around his thick shaft. Rick loved this moment. The first
entry was always the best part. The bitches always craved his cock,
and went absolutely crazy when they finally got it.
Her pussy was nice and tight, and squeezed Rick's shaft hard.
Rick fucked her hard and fast, shooting his spunk into her just as she
came. Her technique was inexpert, but she would learn. Cheryl screamed
through her orgasm and fell still on the bed, exhausted, breathing
heavily.
Rick pulled out and watched as his come dripped from the
bitch's pussy. She was still breathing heavily; she had fatigued
quite a bit from just one fucking. That would need some work; if a
slut couldn't fuck five men in a couple hours without getting tired,
she wasn't much good. Well, she would have to lose a little weight
anyway. He'd get her used to walking in five-inch heels right away;
in two months her body would be trim and fit. Some collagen in her
lips, some silicone in her tits, and she'd be ready to fuck.
She'd never go back to her apartment. She had no roommate,
and had told no one where she was going for the evening. She was
unemployed, so no one would miss her at work. No one would come
looking for her for some time. By the time anyone came looking, she
wouldn't even exist anymore. And Rick would have another
bleach-blonde, silicone-chested slut.
Rick glanced at the clock. The girls should be coming home
about now. It was time for the evening's entertainment.
Jenny and Candi led the two men into the apartment, their
heels clacking on the tile in the foyer. Candi knew that the men were
looking at their asses as they walked. She felt her cunt grow wet at
the thought. God, she wanted to get fucked so badly.
"Wow, nice place," Greg said, looking around. Candi knew it
was an expensive apartment. The master was a rich man.
"Come on, stud," Jenny breathed, wrapping her arms around
Greg. "Whores don't stand around talking. Whores just fuck." With
that, she mashed her lips against Greg's. He responded quickly,
putting one hand on her ass and pulling her to him, while the other
hand cupped her tit through the fabric of the dress.
Candi followed suit, grabbing Eric and kissing him, reaching
one hand down to squeeze his cock through his pants. Eric pulled down
the zipped of her her dress, letting her tits spring free. She felt
Eric's hands on them. Men just loved her tits. Candi really pitied
the bitches that her master hadn't given big tits to. They never got
to experience the sensation of feeling a man's hands wrapped around
their boobs, holding onto them for leverage as he fucked their cunt
from behind. They didn't seem to mind too much; they even said that
some men liked smaller tits, but Candi didn't understand.
Now this was more like it! Candi was glad to be away from the
bar, where she had had to hold in her impulses. Now she was rubbing a
man's crotch while his hands squeezed her tits. This was where she
felt comfortable.
"Mmmm..." she heard Jenny moan, "I feel so dirty. I feel like
such a slut, don't you, Candi?"
Candi was confused again. Of course she felt like a slut; she
was. And a damn good one, too. So was Jenny. So why was she talking
like this, like it was unusual to feel like a slut? But Candi
remembered that her master had told her to go along with whatever
Jenny said. And Jenny was much smarter than she was, anyway. "Oh,
yes, I feel like such a slut..." Candi groaned.
"You ladies sure know how to make a pair of guys feel at home,
Greg commented.
Candi heard Jenny respond sternly. "We're not ladies. Not
tonight. Tonight we're just a pair of whores. Just a couple of
bitches who get paid to fuck. Treat us like the bitches we are,
stud."
"Sure thing, honey. I... I mean, sure thing, bitch!" Greg
answered.
"Oh..." Jenny groaned. "Greg... Grrreg... mmmm... Give me a
hun... hundred dollars and I'll suck your brains out through your
cock."
Candi heard Greg muttering and saw him fumble with his wallet.
Then she noticed that Eric had pulled out a wad of bills and was
stuffing them in between her tits. New customers did that sometimes
at the club. Jenny had told her it was because at other clubs men
gave the bitches money so they would sit with them. That confused
Candi; she had wanted to know why the bitches needed to get paid to be
fucked; why didn't they just do it for free? The answer had been even
more confusing; Jenny had told her that those bitches didn't get
fucked. Candi had decided she just wasn't smart enough to understand.
"Blow me, whore," Eric commanded.
Candi did understand some things. She sank to her knees and
quickly unfastened Eric's belt. She grabbed the tab of his zipper in
her teeth and unzipped his fly with her mouth. That always drove a
man crazy, and Eric was no exception. His cock sprang free of his
pants. It was a large one. Not quite as large as the master's but
close. Candi eagerly wrapped her lips around the head and began to
suck.
Eric was close to coming already. Candi carefully massaged
his cock with her tongue, bringing him up toward orgasm, and then
slowing down and letting him cool off for awhile. After five years of
sucking cock on a daily basis, Candi knew she was a pro.
"Holy shit!" she heard Eric yell, "This is fucking
incredible. This slut really knows how to give head!"
"God, what luck we ran into these bitches," Greg responded.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come, slut, and you're going to swallow it,
aren't you, bitch?"
Candi heard no answer from Jenny, so she assumed Jenny was
taking it down her throat. Moments later, Eric pushed her off of his
cock. "Take it on your face, whore," he commanded. Candi grabbed his
cock in her hands and held its end over her face, stroking it swiftly.
She heard Eric groan again as his cock throbbed in her hands.
Suddenly, he was coming; thick ropy strands of come sprang from his
cock and splashed across her face. She felt the warm liquid oozing
across her cheeks, nose, forehead and chin. She smiled happily as
Eric's come dripped onto her tits.
When Eric was done, she stood, smiling sexily at him. She
squeezed his cock playfully. "Hope you saved some for later, stud,"
she whispered. It was one of her standard lines after taking a
facial. She accentuated it by wiping some of his come onto a finger
and licking her finger hungrily.
Candi turned to look at Jenny, who was also just standing up.
She had taken Greg's spunk down her throat, so her face was clean,
except for a small dribble of come dripping from one corner of her
mouth. That was intentional; Candi knew Jenny could swallow as much
come as she got, but the master had trained them to always let a
little bit fall out. It made the men feel like real studs.
Jenny walked over and embraced Candi. This was another part
of the act, designed to get the men excited again. They kissed and
Jenny began to lick the extra come off of Candi's face. Candi liked
this; Jenny was so tender and the feeling of her tongue was so
delightful.
Rick watched the monitor interestedly as Jenny and Candi
finished cleaning each other's faces. Jenny led the foursome back to
the other bedroom. Rick pressed a button on the remote control and
the shot changed to show a view from behind. Candi and Jenny's asses
swayed rhythmically as they walked.
"See that?" Rick asked the bitch lying next to him. "Notice
how even though they've just sucked these guys off, they still make
sure to sway gently as they walk?"
"Yes, master," Cherry replied. He hadn't told her that was
her new name yet, but she would learn soon enough.
"Now why are they doing that?" Rick asked.
Cherry thought for a moment. "Because a slut's first duty is
to look fuckable," she replied confidently.
"Good girl," Rick praised her. "Now why don't we see if you
can apply some of what you've learned? Suck my cock, bitch."
"Yes, master," Cherry replied. She rolled over to straddle
his legs. After a second's hesitation, she slowly moved her lips onto
Rick's hard cock. Her technique was sorely lacking, but she was
enthusiastic. Already she longed to serve her master. Rick smiled.
His attention returned to the monitor as Cherry's head bobbed
up and down. Jenny had led them into the other bedroom. This one was
quite a bit larger than the one Rick was in, and sported a massive
circular bed with enough room for eight people to lie on it
comfortably. Jenny then excused herself and Candi, explaining that
they had to go freshen up. "After all, we have to look our best for
our customers."
Rick followed on the cameras he had installed in the apartment
as Jenny and Candi went into the bathroom to fix their hair and
reapply their makeup. He reached out to stop Cherry, who was still
sucking on his cock. "Look, bitch. Notice how these two sluts are
carefully reapplying their makeup and fixing their hair. When they
get done, they're going to look just as sexy and fuckable as they did
when they first got dressed. Just watch them."
"Yes, master," Cherry replied. She sat silently, watching as
Candi and Jenny repainted themselves. When they finished, they left
the bathroom and came in to the bedroom where Rick was training
Cherry. The two bitches strode in smartly, coming to stand at
attention in front of their master. Their hair once again looked
fresh, their faces were clean of come, and their lips shone with
freshly applied lipstick.
"You're doing well, sluts," Rick commended them. "If you can
earn a total of one thousand dollars tonight, your master will fuck
you both." This was nothing special for Jenny, really. Rick fucked
her every night. But Candi only got fucked by her master once a week
or so, and she'd just been fucked last night, so this would be a treat
for her. Candi's eyes shone with delight.
"Before you go back to your customers, sluts, I want this new
bitch, Cherry, to learn a little about how a slut is supposed to
perform her duty. Take her into the bathroom and make her look as
slutty as you can. But don't keep your customers waiting. Keep it
under ten minutes.
"Yes, master," Jenny and Candi replied in unison. "Come on,
bitch," Jenny said to Cherry, "let's go paint you like a slut."
Cherry looked at Rick for confirmation. Before Rick could do
anything, Jenny spoke again, a note of anger in her voice. "You heard
your master, slut. Now come on!"
Cherry scampered off the bed and followed Jenny out of the
room, with Candi bringing up the rear. Rick watched them leave,
thinking about Jenny's behavior. She certainly had done a good job
handling Candi tonight. And she seemed to naturally jump into a
commanding role with Cherry. Maybe he could make use of her
domineering streak. She could be a sort of second-in-command. A head
bitch.
Rick mused on these thoughts until the bitches returned.
Jenny and Candi had done a good job on Cherry, though Rick imagined it
was mostly Jenny's work. Her blond hair had been released from the
bun and brushed out down to her shoulders. Her face had been rather
well-painted - bright lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow. The simple
diamond stud earrings she'd been wearing had been replaced by a pair
of white danglies belonging to Candi and complemented by a faux-pearl
necklace. She didn't look perfect, but she looked a damn sight more
fuckable than she had in the bar. Rick had no doubt that once he'd
modified her body and acquired some clothing and makeup specifically
for her, the bitch would make a fine addition to his stable.
"Good job, sluts," he commended Jenny and Candi. "Now go take
care of your customers." Jenny led Candi out of the room. "Now,
bitch," he commanded Cherry, "come suck your master's cock."
Cherry followed orders, climbing up onto the bed and taking
Rick's manhood between her shiny lips. Rick once again turned his
attention back to the monitor. He turned up the volume so that he
could hear the conversation.
Jenny seemed to be taking charge of the evening's activities.
She and Candi made another $200 each by letting the guys fuck them.
Greg took Jenny from behind while Candi rode Eric's cock in a sitting
position, Eric licking and sucking at her tits all the while.
Rick came in Cherry's mouth while watching this. She seemed
surprised, but Rick's hand on her head made sure that she swallowed as
much as she could. She didn't do too bad. Nevertheless, some of
Rick's come seeped out of her lips.
After that, the sluts left again to freshen up. When they
returned, the men were worn out. But Candi and Jenny wanted the last
$400. They crawled onto the bed together, sixty-nining each other.
"If we aren't going to get a hard cock in our pussies, we'll have to
make do with our tongues," Jenny said. After two minutes of watching
the bitches lick each other, moaning and panting in lust, the men were
ready to go. Jenny talked the men out of $200 more each on the spot,
with Candi slurping away at her pussy, before letting them shove their
cocks into the soft, wet pussies on display in front of them. Each of
the men got a royal treatment - a silky-smooth cunt to fuck while a
skilled tongue lapped at his dick. They both came explosively,
spraying jism all over the sixty-nining sluts.
Later that evening, as he drifted off to sleep, Rick pondered
the evening's events. The men had begged for the girls' phone number,
but Jenny had refused, explaining that it was all part of the fantasy for
them. "After all, whores don't go out on dates or anything." She'd
finally quieted them with a promise that she and Candi would be going
back to the bar where they'd met on a regular basis.
After they'd left, Candi and Jenny had gone back to the
bathroom to fix themselves up for their master. Rick hadn't been
planning on fucking Cherry again, but he got horny waiting for Candi
and Jenny to finish getting ready, so he'd used his newest bitch once
more, teaching her how to accommodate a man fucking her doggie-style.
After putting Cherry to bed, Rick had joined Jenny and Candi
in the master bedroom to make good on his promise of a fucking for
each of them. Jenny had gone first, bucking and moaning in ecstasy as
she fucked herself to a climax on Rick's cock. Rick had done very
little but lie there. Finally, Candi had had the time of her life
with her master's fifth erection of the night shoved deep into her
cunt. Rick had fucked her doggy-style, with Jenny lying underneath
Candi, playing with her tits and licking her clit and Rick's cock as
he fucked her. Candi had come to three explosive orgasms, moaning
like a bitch in heat, before Rick had finally shot his wad into her
cunt.
Now Rick thought about the evening's events. He was convinced
that Jenny could serve a useful role as a sort of head bitch, managing
some of the affairs of the club and leaving Rick more free time. He'd
also have to let her loose a little more. She'd really enjoyed
getting fucked by those guys, even though she hadn't orgasmed. (And
of course, she never would for anyone but Rick.) He still didn't want
her working in the club, but maybe tomorrow he could...
Ah, but tomorrow was another day. Rick fell off to sleep, his
raven-haired slut lying on one side of him, and his bleach-blonde
bimbo on the other side. He was content.