Jimmy and the Bad Girl

The woman on the balcony was jaw-droppingly beautiful:  a drop dead, stacked blonde in a little black dress that seemed pretty much painted-on.  She had apparently stepped out from whatever party was going on in the huge mansion for some fresh air. 

Jimmy Cho was cutting through the alley in Tuxedo Ridge, his usual shortcut from the King Eddy Saloon (the cheapest student bar in town) to his apartment, when he looked up and saw the woman on the balcony.  Her beauty caught his eye, but it was when she started shimmying out of her dress, that his jaw dropped and he came to the conclusion he’d had far too much to drink.  It was October after all, and nippy out.  Still, that didn’t stop him from groping for his phone; even if it was a hallucination it was surely worth trying to record this show...

By the time he got his phone out, she was down to heels and a black bikini.  His video started with her adding a mask that she fished out of her clutch purse.  Then she sprang lithely onto the balcony rail, and started up the side of the mansion, climbing the drain pipe – giving him a perfect angle of that bubble-butt.  From the roof, she sprang to the mansion next door and disappeared round the side of the building.

Jimmy was recording, while trying to make sense of this vision...  It made no sense at all to him, but then he was sure he was drunk off his ass.  Had someone dosed his beer?  He decided it was worth waiting around to see if she came back.  Barely five minutes later, the vision did indeed come back, by the same route, this time carrying a little black pouch, barely bigger than her slim little hand.  She zipped down the drain pipe to the balcony, and skinned back into the little black dress.  The show was just as sweet the second time around.  The mask and pouch went into the clutch purse, seconds before their owner picked up her drink and went back in, not a hair out of place. Or the slightest idea she’d been performing for a camera.

Jimmy stuck around for 15 minutes, trying to make sense of things, praying fruitlessly for a repeat performance.  After that, he took a slash in the alley (typical student night beer!), and stumbled to his apartment to sleep it off.

****

It had been Friday night (maybe Saturday morning?) when he’d been coming back from the bar.  His hangover ate Saturday, and Sunday was busy with groceries, and laundry, not to mention two assignments he'd put off.  It was 9:42pm and he was taking a break from coding when he got around to looking at the footage again.

It was real!  He hadn’t been hallucinating and, damn, it was almost a better show than when he’d been drunk.  He had such a stiffy after watching the video.  The woman was much prettier than the cheap-ass strippers down at Palomino Club, and oh GOD the way she moved!  Still, he had no idea what this crazy bitch was about.  He watched it twice more, fantasizing about that ass, when it came to him in a flash – the blonde was world famous Esha the Thief, in mid caper, and he’d recorded it... including her face, her UNMASKED face!

****

As an aside, lets talk a little about Jimmy.  A blasian, he puts it as “My dad gave me a big black cock and my mom an asian’s brain”.  Raised by his drug-addicted mother after his gang-banger dad had dumped her ass, and then by the orphanage after she’d been declared incompetent.  He was a skeevy, low rent kind of guy, but getting into Wade University rather than out on the streets is pretty much all the proof you need that he’s sharp.  A computer geek, working on a comp-sci degree, his big focus is cell-phones and apps; he already has a couple of apps on iTunes.  The other thing you should probably know about him is he’s a pervert – reads all kinds of crap online, watches porn a bunch.  He’s into anal, bondage, and d/s from the tops perspective.  He learned hypnotism in high school to convince his girlfriend to put out, and it worked well enough to get him blow-jobs on the regular!  Worse still, he actually likes Nickleback... 

****

Jimmy was no dummy.  He realized the video was blackmail dynamite, if he could just attach a name to that woman’s face.  Not impossible, but it would take research.  He made a little list:

1) Who owned the house she’d come from?

2)Could he get a guest list for the party?

3)Who owned the house next door?-

4)What had been stolen?

5)Everything he could find out about Esha.

6)Who was she?!?

And research would take time. Time better spent after he'd finished coding...

****

Ending the semester had been a bitch for Jimmy – his profs had really gone nuts with the assignments and projects.  While he had passed all his classes with a 3.7 GPA (4.0 on the technical courses, but Technical Writing and the required “Social Science Elective”, Introductory Anthropology, had dragged it down).  It took winter break to give him any real time to really work on his little list of questions.  But he did get some answers in the bag before the next semester started:

1)Who owned the house she’d come from?  A Mr. Dean[1], some bigshot with INN (International News Network)

2)Could he get a guest list for the party? Not a F’ing chance!

3)Who owned the house next door?-Mr. Logan.  Mr.  “Piggy” Logan[2]; the street said he was a capo with the families, but he was also on the outs with the capo di tutti...as to why, well:

4)What had been stolen?  Rumour said that someone had made off with several million in diamonds.  The mob was supposedly furious, but had no clue who or how.

5)She wasn’t an urban legend.  (Duh!  He had her on film!)  She really was a sexy expert cat-burglar, who went on her jobs in nothing but a black bikini and heels.  She was also supposed to be a really tough, capable bitch, having gone head to head with some super heroines.

Word on the street was that Esha was a les who liked to be on top, and a kinky one, into bondage and exhibitionism (Again, well duh, she cat-burgled in a bikini, for fuck’s sake!).  There was a lot of talk on the 'net about how she was an “Aphrodite” woman, which sounded like bullshit to Jimmy.  Really: super women, ultra physically fit, incredibly sexy, libido’s so overcharged that they could be tamed and broken to serve a man with enough fucking? There were actual porn sites hawking better than that.

6)Who was she?!?  He still had no clue...

He could try selling the video to Logan, but that might get him a set of concrete shoes.  Otherwise, he had some great spank-bank material, but without knowing who she was, it was pretty useless.

****

The big break came in at the end of January. Sports Illustrated rolled out its usual Swimsuit Issue for the year, the babe on the cover: Barbara Cummings.  A couple of guys were drooling over the new issue in the student lounge at work, when Jimmy wandered in.  He saw the cover and did a double take – HE KNEW THAT FACE!  (He’d been wanking to it for months.)

After school he went and bought his own copy of the magazine.  As soon as he got home, he compared the video and the shots in the magazine.  It was her.  Barbara Cummings, three-time SI Swimsuit covergirl, was Esha the Thief and he had undeniable proof.  Not just proof of her secret ID but proof that she had ripped millions off the mob...  But what was he going to do with it?  Thirty seconds on Google told him she was going to be in town for a car show on Tuesday the 2^nd of May, just after finals.  That gave him three months get his shit together.  He needed a plan.

****

It had taken long hours of programming, over the rest of the term, but Jimmy was ready.  Would the 80-hour weeks be worth it?  Hell yeah, if he got to bag that blonde!

****

It had been a pretty good day for Barbara Cummings: signing autographs, posing in front of the cars, and generally interacting with the fans.  As usual, there were some (sometimes creepy) super-fans pushing gifts; she had put those in a basket for later review, occasionally they were really cool.   Now she was chilling in her penthouse suite at the Four Seasons Delta City Downtown, in comfy sweats and a T-shirt.   The cell phone in the basket was a new though.  There was a card attached.

The second she opened it, her blood froze.  Four words:

Esha,

run the video.

How did they know?  WHAT did they know?

Numbly, she flicked on the phone.  The display was pretty poor, all pixelated and fuzzy, but there was a single application on the main screen:  Video.  She tapped it, and away it went, breaking immediately into her on a balcony, putting on her mask – changing into Esha.  All to a soundtrack that she didn’t recognize (Bad Touch, Bloodhound Gang).  It went on and on: her climbing up the house (zooming in on her ass as she did!), over to the house next door, fast forwarding through her disappearing around the second house, and then her coming back, black pouch in hand, pausing to zoom on her face for as she took off the mask in slow motion, all the way through her shimmying into her little black dress and disappearing back inside.

Then came more text, big, bold and black on shimmering backgrounds, each line on an individual screen, that held for 10 seconds.  More than long enough for her to read, her dread building:

Friday, October 7, 2016

Mr. Dean has a house party

Barbara Cummings was a guest

The next screen was a side-by-side image of Esha taking off her mask, and a close up from Barbara’s SI shoot.  It held for 30 seconds, and then the text resumed:    

Someone stole millions in diamonds from Mr. Logan

Barbara Cummings is Esha the Thief

I know

You know

Does the world need to know?

Does Piggy Logan need to know?

Let’s come to an accommodation…

She didn’t know how long she stared at the final screen, all fuzzy and pixelated, before the phone rang in her hands.

“Hello Esha, are you feeling accommodating?” 

“You can’t prove anything!” 

“Piggy Logan will pay me how much for that video?”

 “What do you want?!?”

 “I need $100K to pay my tuition, but Piggy Logan would do that, so I want something more.  I want you for a weekend.  I want to be the guy who fucks Esha.”

 “You bastard!”

 “Hmp. Should I start looking up Mr. Logan's number instead?”

”He’ll kill me…”

”You'll pro'lly be lucky if that's all he does.  Waste of a pretty woman if ask me, but…”

“Damn you… You’ll give me everything, all the copies, afterwards”

“Your sweet pussy and $100K for the video.  Deal, it’ll be a while before I can collect on the score, how about you put on a show for the vig.  Stand the phone up, on the dresser, and dance for me.”

For Esha, it was like a terrible (yet exciting) dream.  She stood the phone up against the wall, on the dresser, and it began to play “Girl Money” by Kix.  The beat was infectious, making her swing her hips as she moved to the center of the room.  Soon she was in the zone, shaking her ass and touching herself, like she would for a photo shoot.  Her exhibitionism was kicking in.

When the song changed to Nickelback's “Shaking Hands”, she didn’t even notice.  When the command “Strip” rang out from the phone, the clothes started coming off without hesitation.  Her T-shirt was first to go, exposing a red lace demi-bra.  Bending over with her ass to the phone, she shrugged off her sweats, exposing the matching panties.  She twerked for half a dozen verses, before twirling to expose her tits, throwing the bra away.  She cupped her tits as she swayed, running her thumbs over her nipples, doing body rolls to emphasise her 39E assets.  Another spin, and she was bent at the waist, legs poker straight, ass in the air.  She slipped the panties around her ankles, stepping out of them to one side, spreading her legs.  The view of her bare, wet cunny was nothing short of perfect.

Another Nickelback song (“Something in your Mouth”) kicked in, another command rang from the phone: “Show me what you can do with a cock.”  She zipped off camera for a second, and grabbed her vibrator – a slim 6” bullet shape (Jimmy laughed at the sight, muttering “Ain’t she in for a shock”… ). Soon she was on her back, on the floor, squeezing the toy between her full breasts as she mashed them together, pinching her nipples.  Then she kissed the vibe, sucking it in deep, and moved it down her quim.  As she worked it deeper and deeper, her excitement soared.  Then the command from the phone came: “Cum”.  Her back arched up from the floor, as her juices gushed between her legs and she cried out wordlessly.

As her quivering limbs recovered, the next set of commands came, “Kneel and get yourself off again, this time doggie-style”, and another tune (Buckcherry's “Crazy Bitch”) began playing.  The busty blonde got to it with gusto, unconsciously turning and arching to give the mystery voyeur the best possible view as she doggie-style dildo-fucked herself to another climax.

Right as she spurted onto the floor, the music faded, and she actually heard the blackmailer's words for the first time in the last 20 minutes of so.

“I guess we have a deal?”

“Yes”. 

Esha stood, padded over to the phone, and turned it off.  Distracted, she plugged it into the charger.  Why had she given in so easily? Why had she gotten off so hard?  Giving the blackmailer a show!?! She knew she was an exhibitionist (why else run around stealing in a string bikini and heels) but getting off from this?!?  Still, she could mull it all over in the morning…

She grabbed her vibe again and padded to the couch and flung herself down. Her Aphrodite libido was running hot now – if she wanted that fire out, she'd need MUCH more than just two climaxes!   Her heels began drumming on the cushions of the couch; distracted, she never did get back to thinking things through.

****

At his end, Jimmy was wiping up with kleenex.  Watching that hot blonde bitch cum on command had just been way too much for him to handle; she had to be his!  The hard work of building an app to flash subliminal messages on the display, and to broadcast subsonics under the audio tracks had been worth it.  He was going to get way more than a weekend off that hot ho!

Despite the phone being “off”, he could still see the camera feed, her bare feet kicking up over the back of the sofa, and hear her moaning as she continued to masturbate.  The subsonics just kept on broadcasting, insidiously, continuously through the night:

You are defeated, he knows too much

You must submit to save yourself

Showing off your body makes you horny

You love showing off your body

Submit to your blackmailer

Submitting makes you horny

          You love submitting

Obey your master

          Obeying makes you horny

You love obeying

          Charge the phone

****

It was late Wednesday night, after the second day of the car show, when the phone rang again.  It was Esha, in full costume who answered it – she was “working” tonight. 

“Hey pretty-pretty, guess what time it is?”          

“Can’t do it, I have a job on tonight.”

“What’s more important than paying me?”

“Paying you – that $100K isn’t falling from the sky.”

“Ok, but take the phone with you.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Fine”, she obeyed, unwilling to be distracted from her target. 

She clipped the phone to her front of her bikini top, hanging just below her lovely melons.  Then off she went, out onto the balcony, taking a pack full of gear. The dark, moonless night hid her as she climbed underneath the balcony, using suction cups to hold on.  She then proceeded around the corner of the hotel, continuing underneath the balconies to the south side of the tower.  Esha had picked this hotel for a reason – across the road was the Armitage building, and on the 23rd floor of that was the Lemare art gallery, with a private exhibition sponsored by Axanna Morgan: three portraits by Diego Velázquez.  Her fence would give her a cool $150,000 for all three, even with the stolen (and therefore un-exhibitable in public) art penalty.

Once she'd found and mounted a balcony with no light nearby, she set up.  First was the pulley, attached to the balcony rail post with an S-carabiner.  Then out came the crossbow!  The bolt had a special suction cup head, and of course, a long line of lightweight, ultra-strong cord attached.   Esha threaded the line onto the pulley, and aimed carefully…

Soon Esha was tightrope walking across the line, no net, above the busy street below.  Such a rush, her pussy was damp by the time she was outside the gallery’s window.  There were no alarms; just as her tipster had suggested, at 23 floors up, the owners had concentrated on the inside the building entrances.  A diamond cutter to the window (along with another suction cup to hold the cut glass) had her in, no problem.  Once inside, the alarms on the picture frames were no match for her expertise.  Everything was going perfectly when the phone rang!  Scowling, she answered it:

“Fuck off!” she whispered as loudly as she dared. “I’m on the job here.”

                “Exactly, I can phone the cops and tell them exactly where you are and what you are doing right now or you can OBEY!  Which is it?!?”

Her lips tightened as she realized the barrel he had her over.  Again.  Further instructions broke the mutual silence:

                “It’s time for my vig, like I told you before.  I‘m sure being Esha gets you all excited.  So we’re going to do something about that.   Take a selfie video, starting with the loot and the scene.  Then record yourself leaning up against the wall, and rubbing one out for me.  Show me those big tits getting hard, and the juice dripping from your pussy.  Show me your quim quivering as you come!”     

Gritting her teeth, Esha started recording, showing the entry, and the empty frames, and finally the canvases at her feet.   Then she began, as instructed: leaning her back up against the wall and slipping her left breast out of her black bikini.  She cupped it in hand, caressing it, and then pinched the already pokey nipple.  She wouldn’t admit it, but the bastard was right, being Esha did get her horny, and being ordered to masturbate was even worse.  As she played with her right breast,  lifting the nipple up to her lips to nip, the high definition camera could not only pick up the sweat between her breasts, but the damp patch forming on her crotch.  After some moments of nibbling on her nipple, she moaned and her hand shot south.  Her Aphrodite libido taking over the bad girl, she no longer cared if she was being watched.  With a “schlick” noise, two fingers slid into her bikini bottom, to penetrate her wet cunny.   She bit her lip, as she everted the bikini bottom, exposing her shiny lower lips.  The two fingers inside her curled up to her G-spot, as her thumb found her clit.

                “That’s right,” the phone crowed. “Gimme my show!”

The comment reminded her of the situation, pushing at her exhibitionism (and unacknowledged submissiveness). Her fingers blurred into motion.  Soon she was falling to her knees, trying to control her cries, as she came on-camera.  Lost in her orgasm, she barely heard the next order.

                “Again, put the phone on the floor beneath you, and bring yourself off again, this time with your thumb up your ass.”

Trance-like, on all fours, she put the phone in place and shifted her thumb from her clit to her anus.  She threw her head back as her thumb popped through her sphincter; she had never played with her ass like this before.  She was off to the races again, her newly free hand mauling her tits.  It wasn’t long before she came again!

                “Good show pet, now clean up and get out of here”, and with that, her mystery blackmailer hung up.

With an unconsciously-whispered “Yes, Sir”, Esha got on with the job…     

Soon she was back in the hotel suite, all the evidence hidden away, the phone standing in the charger on the dresser… still broadcasting subsonics, with a few new lines added:

You are defeated, he knows too much

You must submit to save yourself

Showing off your body makes you horny

You love showing off your body

Your ass is very sensitive

Masturbate to relieve your stress

Submit to your blackmailer

Submitting makes you horny

          You love submitting

Obey your master

          Obeying makes you horny

You love obeying

          Charge the phone

          Your predicament makes you horny

        Your blackmailer’s commands are sexy

****

In the dark of the night, as she tried to get some sleep, she kept coming back to the same thought.  She had to admit, the bastard blackmailing her was right: being Esha got her all excited, and being blackmailed to jill herself off on the job, all on video, had been just about the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.  A she stared sleeplessly at the ceiling, she realized she was still running hot.  Damn her Aphrodite libido; she would have to take steps if she wanted to sleep tonight.

In a minute, she was teasing her damp pussy with her little vibe.  As she did so, she began re-visualizing the theft, until she froze reaching the second climax.  Her thumb had been up her previously untouched ass!  She couldn’t believe it!  Curious, she began to tease her anus, while fucking her twat with the vibe.  She found it so sensitive, so exciting.  Ten minutes later, on her third climax, she had a finger up her ass, as the vibe buzzed in her cunt.  After that bomb dropped, she was finally able to drop off to sleep.    

****

On Thursday, the car show was over, and Barbara Cummings was travelling again; her next gig was in Star City, a swimsuit competition over the weekend.  Then down to Miami and Fort Lauderdale for another couple of conventions.  She would get back to Delta City by Friday, for a weekend of her own, then a modelling shoot starting on Monday… but no matter how her schedule changed, one thing stayed the same.

Every night, she got a call on the new cell.  Every night, it was that bastard speaking, demanding his “vig”.  Every night, she gave it to him, putting on a show for the camera.  She strutted.  She danced.  She dressed up… she dressed down.  She got to rockin’ every night, with every hole.  She didn’t want to admit it, but she was enjoying it, finding it hotter every night.  She thought it was her damned exhibitionism (the subliminals and subsonics being, of course, Jimmy's little secret).  She got hot showing off for the camera, and the mysterious man at the other end of it, and then her Aphrodite nature took over. 

Like what happened last nigh (Thursday)  - during Wednesday’s session, he’d told her be sending her a package and she should follow the instruction.  Thursday morning before breakfast, she had received a couriered package.  In the box:  a pair of latex panties with a built it butt-plug, and some ben-wa balls…  The note ordered her to wear the panties all day, and save the balls for that evening.  She had discovered the remote control vibration feature by surprise!  Short random jolts during the day; the first one had come as she was talking to a fan, damn him.

By evening, though, she had been hot to trot.  He had her put in the ben-wa balls and dance for the camera in the half-lit room, but commanded her not to come without his permission.  Her own motions had been teasing her as the balls slung around, but when he started the plug buzzing, she had almost come on the spot.  He had made her beg for permission to come… and it had gotten her sooooo hot!  He let her have the first orgasm after she had finally stripped down to nothing but the panties and her high heels.  For the rest of them, he had her kneel in front of the camera, and play with her tits and rubbing her pussy through the latex, as he varied the ass vibe…  She had lost track of how many times she climaxed, as his voice ordered her: “Cum!”, and the ass vibe jumped to maximum. 

****

Meanwhile, Jimmy had realized a few thing himself:

1)Rubbing it out to the show every night was going to spoil him for other women!  Esha was such a sexy bitch he had to have her, own her, and train her.

2)Maybe the Aphrodite woman thing wasn’t bullshit…  Esha, theoretical tough bitch, was obeying like a champ.  Orgasms and subliminals were working her over.

3)He was sure hypnosis would work even better.  If he got to work this bitch over with a real cock, his big “Blasian” cock, not that little toy of hers; and then hypnotize her, he would have her.

****

The next morning, Barbara woke up with every curve sore, and a fresh message on the phone.

It’s time for our weekend together.  I’ll send an Uber to pick you up at 8:30, in front of the Hotel Continental.  Wear red, the car will be in the name “Bianca Armstrong” Remember to wear your panties and ben-wa balls, and the $100K (small, unmarked bills please…).    

Barbara ground her teeth. The bastard thought he had her!  Well, he wanted Esha, he’d get Esha… as soon she got within arm’s reach of him, she would turn the tables: beat him up, grab his precious videos, and then cut his balls off for good measure! 

****

The woman waiting outside the Continental was wearing a red dress, but underneath was Esha’s black bikini, not the latex panties.  She had exactly one piece of luggage: a small carry-on containing zero money and every kind of “toy” for teaching bastard peeping-toms a lesson.  Fury lurked in her eyes as the car, an older-model Toyota Camry, pulled up.

The driver hopped out and asked, “Are you Bianca Armstrong, Ma’am?”.

“Yes”, she ground out, and he opened the door for her. She got into the backseat, passenger side.

Sensing her mood, the driver made no attempt at small talk as they swept through the night. The hour –long ride took her well out of the city and straight into cottage country, near Lake Henshaw.    The cabin they stopped in front of was a cheap one, a long way from the beach.  There wasn't a single light on.

Unfortunately for the beautiful burglar, Jimmy knew a lot more than she thought he did  – those panties had a locator feature, and he could tell she was being a bad girl and not wearing them… and her mood made her real plans pretty obvious.

So, as she put her hand on the door to let herself out, Jimmy triggered the taser he had wired into the seat!  Esha was tough – she was still twitching afterward – so he triggered it again, and she slumped unconscious.  Jimmy’s cunning plan to take out the villainess had been simple but genius – he’d BS'ed the Uber thing and come himself… and put in a  little extra work and money to wire the backseat. Worth it!

Quickly, he got out of the car and ran round to the back.  He leaned into the backseat, and put two pairs of handcuffs on her, one on each wrist, crossed behind her back to the opposite ankle.  Then he got out of the car, and carried her to the cabin, all the way to the master bedroom.   With Esha temporarily secured, he parked the car around the back and unloaded – her little suitcase, and 2 heavy bags from the trunk.

Now it was time to get the party started…

He un-cuffed Esha and stripped off the red dress, finding Esha’s black bikini underneath.  He removed that too, exposing her generous breasts and bare pussy.  He put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a collar around her neck.  Laying a spreader bar behind her neck, he attached it to the collar.  Then he attached her wrists to the ends of the bar.  Taking advantage of her flexibility, he folded her in half, and attached each ankle to the spreader bar as well.  A ring gag and a blindfold topped it off.  More straps went from the ends of the spreader bar, to the head and the foot of the bed, holding her in place perpendicular to the normal orientation, pussy at the edge of the bed.  

Jimmy swallowed 2 little blue pills, and stripped off himself.   Soon his swelling erection told him the pills had done their job; he padded back to his victim, and whipped out some smelling salts.

The bitter smell brought Esha round – into a nightmare!  Blindfolded, she couldn’t see, but she could feel the restraints holding her wrists and ankles – not to mention the ring gag in her mouth.  “Naaah” she screamed through the ring gag, furious that her blackmailer had the drop on her, as she futilely tried to force her way free.  He had defeated her again!

(What she wouldn’t have admitted – even to herself – but shone clear before Jimmy's eyes, was that her pussy was getting wet at the very thought…)

“NAAAAH” she screamed again, as the first stroke of the crop smacked her exposed, wet coochy.  Pure agony shot through her.

“Stupid bitch, you disobeyed your master, now you will be punished” said Jimmy, as he proceeded to stripe her helpless body, paying special attention to her nipples and pussy.

After the beating, sore as she was, afterwards, her nipples were bullet hard and her pussy was gushing.  Jimmy looked upon her body, sweat shining in the lamp-light, her scent filling the room and knew it was time.  He grabbed her hips and drive into her, sinking himself fully in a single thrust.  “UNNGH” – Esha’s eyes rolled back under the blindfold, as her pussy was introduced to the largest thing that had ever been in it.  Jimmy’s inheritance from his dad was one thing: a big black cock!  He was proud of his bitch-taming 11 inches!  He laughed as his mind cast back to his thoughts when he had first seen her little 6” bullet vibrator – she was indeed in for the shock of her life tonight!  Grabbing onto her ample tits, he began to hammer the splendid cunt in front of him with hard strokes, as he mauled her melons. 

Her mind lost in the sensation of penetration, Esha’s Aphrodite body was on autopilot, working her hips to receive him, her orgasm a monster growing in her id, preparing to swallow her whole…In minutes, her orgasm exploded forth and consumed her, the clenching of her pussy driving him over the edged as well, painting her womb white with his cum.  His little blue pills though, kept him hard as a rock, and he continued to fuck her…the orgasms rolling through her like squalls on the ocean.

15 minutes later, she was jolted from her orgasmic trance, screaming again, as he shifted to her tight butt hole.  It was hard going as she desperately clenched, but in her bondage she couldn’t stop him forcing more and more meat into her.  She thought she would die, as that huge cock went deeper and deeper into virgin territory.  Soon, however, a fire more intense than the pain was starting to burn in her loins, as her asshole stretched around his massive member…  Twenty minutes later, as he spurted for the second time that night, she was on her fourth anal orgasm.  

As cum dripped from both her lower holes, he walked around the bed, and forced himself, fresh from her ass, into her mouth through the ring gag.  A quick slap of the crop on her cunny emphasized his command – “Suck me Eslut, and make it good”.  Lost in her Aphrodite lust, and choking on his size, Eslut set too with a will nonetheless.   He encouraged her, caressing her pussy and nipples with crop, interrupting occasionally with a gentle slap.  As the minutes went by, he shifted to tapping a rhythm on her pussy.  Slowly, patiently, he built the pace and intensity, the sensations jolting through her body, she began raising her hips to meet the crop, pain and pleasure warring, but both driving her ever higher towards orgasm.  His young balls were approaching their own limit, but his third for the night was building as she sucked ravenously.  Finally, he exploded, filling her mouth with his seed, and as he did, he slapped the crop harshly on her clit!  She exploded in orgasm as well, burning with pain and pleasure as she sucked down his final load of the night…she was Tamed!

After catching his breath, he congratulated her, “That’s a good bitch, a happy, horny three-hole bondage slave-slut”, and then detached the spreader bar from the end of the bed.  Almost catatonic, she did not resist as he flipped her over onto her face, and roughly braided her long blond hair, weaving it around an ass hook at the end.  He pulled on the braid to force her body into an arch, and then pushed the hook up into her ass, trapping her in the arch.  Then he detached her ankles individually from the spreader bar.  He folded each legs at the knee and secured them it in a kneeling positions (shin to thigh), with nylon straps.

Picking her up, he carried her into the 2^nd bedroom.  The blindfold left her unaware of the sybian on the floor, until he forced her to kneel on it, the bulbous dildo-head sliding into her sopping cunny, to her pleased moan.  He secured her ankles to the floor with more strapping.  He attached alligator clips to her nipples and clit, which then connected to an electro-stim box on the floor.  He put ear-buds in her ears, and held them there with surgical tape.  Detaching each hand from the spreader bar individually, he re-used his handcuffs to attach them to her ankles, and then removed the bar from her collar and put it away.

When he took off the blindfold, the light brought her round a bit, and but still she did not struggle.  He replace the blindfold with a cheap magiove vr headset.  For final touches, he filled the ring gag with a penis gag, and put in some breathing inserts in her nose, to be sure she wouldn’t choke.  She was trapped aboard the sybian, in the VR set up. 

Finally, he connected all the devices, sybian, headset, earbuds and electro-stim box to the laptop he had brought along.   After checking they were plugged in, he started the laptop, and ran the program he had been working on: Enslaver.exe...

First the sybian kicked in, the circular thrusting motion eliciting a deep and contented moan from the bound blonde, with the electro-stim box dusting her nipples and clit with fairy kisses.  Then the earbuds began broadcasting, simple white noise with subsonics at first (“watch the spiral, enjoy the spiral”), although that would change in time.  The headset began displaying a hypnotic spiral … 

In her fucked-out state, Esha was in no shape to resist the hypnotic effects, as the sybian drove her to more orgasms.  Soon she was climaxing again.  After ½ an hour, she was deeply entranced, and then the earbuds and display started her programming.  The earbuds would speak the command and an appropriate subliminal image would flash behind the spiral on the display:

Esha has been defeated!

Jimmy is Esha’s master!

Esha must submit to her master!

Esha will become Eslut!

Eslut loves to obey!

Eslut is always horny!

Eslut loves to submit!

Eslut loves to suck cock!

Eslut loves to fuck!

Eslut loves it up the ass!

Eslut loves bondage!

I love being Eslut!

My master owns me, mind, body and soul!

Pleasing master pleases Eslut!

Eslut, is master’s obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut!

 

It was a long, long, life changing night for Eslut; Jimmy slept like a baby.

****

Jimmy wandered in on Eslut on Saturday morning, as she rocked on the sybian.  After pulling out the ring and penis gag, he asked her though the computer’s microphone “What are you?”

Her deeply entranced, monotone answer was perfect: “ I am Eslut, Jimmy’s , horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut!”.  “Good Eslut” replied Jimmy, “now drink and then suck”, rewarding her with a glass of water and then his morning wood down her throat.  After her entranced, robotic sucking brought forth her breakfast, he switched the program, running DeepHypno.exe; :

Relax!

Obey!

Sink Deeper!

After getting breakfast and his morning ablutions, he returned to a completely entranced Aphrodite to do his programming.  Taking the microphone, he set to work:

                “Eslut, who am I”

                “You are Jimmy, my master”

                “Good Eslut, how deeply are you hypnotized?”

                “I am very deeply hypnotized master”

                “How many personas do you have Eslut?”

                “I have two personas master”

“What are your personas?”

“Eslut, Jimmy’s , horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut and Esha the thief, who’s secret identity is  Barbara Cummings, supermodel.”

“Who is the dominant persona?”

“Esha”

“OK Eslut, I need to talk to your subconscious now, so relax and twice as deep into trance as you were”

“Yes Master”

                “And even deeper”

…

Satisfied that Eslut was as deeply entranced as possible, Jimmy started his programming:

“Eslut, listen carefully.  Neither you nor Esha will consciously remember the following commands, but you will both OBEY.  They will be your sun and moon:

Esha is defeated, you must acknowledge this and submit to your Master, Jimmy

Every command or instruction I give you, you will obey. You will obey them no matter how embarrassing or humiliating the command or instruction may be. [3]

In fact if the command is embarrassing or humiliating you will find yourself being sexually aroused by it. You will be still more aroused by the act of obeying it. The more embarrassing or humiliating the instruction is, the more sexually arousing you will find it, and the more sexually arousing you will find obeying it to be.

Your sexual arousal is your master’s to command.  You cannot cum without his express permission.  Your sexual arousal cannot ramp downwards without either orgasm or your master’s command; your need will only either build or plateau, never sink without cumming or without his command.  I repeat, you cannot cum without your master’s express permission. 

Esha or Eslut, you have many fetishes.  Submission.  Exhibitionism.  Bondage.  You are bisexual.  Being fucked in the ass excites you deeply, uncomfortable it may be, but the feeling of submission, being dominated, it induces in you drives you wild.  Similarly, sucking cock gets you going, as it excites your submissiveness.  Piercings excite you, trading a little bit on all three fetishes. 

The strength of your personality is shared between the Eslut and Esha.  Every time one persona orgasms, that persona becomes a just a bit stronger; the other will get weaker in the same proportion. 

If at any time I say the words “Purple Sexy Hypno Slut” to you, you will re-enter trance to this deep state.

Now rise from this deep trance, by my command Eslut will be in charge of your body for the rest of the weekend.”

****

It was a dirty, debauched little weekend, with the new Eslut proving a thoroughly tamed Aphrodite – anything went!  Her lack of control of her own arousal made her insatiable, but quickly taught her obedience: doing whatever Jimmy told her was the only way he would give her permission to come! 

****

Before going home on Sunday afternoon, Jimmy used the “Purple Sexy Hypno Slut” trigger to program her for Barbara Cummings’ return to society.  Barbara Cummings would remember paying off her blackmailer and greatly enjoying it; he had turned out to be a masterful lover, with a young stud’s enthusiasm.  The episode had been so arousing that she was almost sorry it was over.  Barbara was further programmed not think about the extra luggage she was taking back with her.

****

It was 5:30 am Monday morning and Barbara had just woken up to her alarm clock – an hour and half earlier than she used to.   She stood up, head muzzy with leftover dreams – of cock, of bondage, of a master – which had left her wet.  She stood stock still, seized by a compulsion and said “I am Eslut, master’s obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut.” 

In a flash, she remembered everything that had been done to her: how she had failed to defeat her blackmailer, and had been broken for her master; how he was training her using hypnosis and her own Aphrodite nature.  Her new fetishes and hypnotic compulsions overcame her, and she sank to her knees, climaxing hard!  The pleasure cascading over her, she dropped into hypnotic trance.

A minute later, pussy still dripping, she rose and got the exercise bag Esha didn’t remember owning.  She put the cheap tablet computer on its stand, and entered her user ID.  Then she started the program:  MyTrainer.  As the spiral spun on the screen, and music played, she stripped off her sleepwear, putting on a show in case master was watching the camera.  Pulling a 10” dildo from the bag, she began to practice her oral technique, as her other hand toyed with her pussy.  For 10 minutes she practiced, staring at the spiral, the subliminals playing in the background, as she took more and more rubber down her throat: 

Obey your master

          Obeying makes you horny

You love obeying

You become horny sucking cock

You love sucking cock

You are an obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut

You love being an obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut

You cannot cum without master’s permission!

Then the music changed and so did her activity, to an erotic focused exercise routine of Kegels, vaginal and anal weighlifting, all the while teasing herself.  The animated spiral continued to devour her thoughts and the subliminals slipped into her empty head:

Obey your master

          Obeying makes you horny

You love obeying

You will keep your body in shape to please your master

You love keeping your body in shape to please your master

You are an obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut

You love being an obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut

You cannot cum without master’s permission!

Finally, the music stopped, and she began the third training stage, putting on her “special” latex panties, the ones with a battery powered vibrator and ass plug.  As she knelt, playing with her breasts, and drowned her will in the spiral, she chanted her mantras (recorded in her own voice of course) along with the device:

Esha has been defeated!

Esha must submit to her master!

Esha will become Eslut!

Eslut’s master is Jimmy

Eslut loves to obey!

Eslut is always horny!

Eslut loves to submit!

Eslut loves to suck cock!

Eslut loves to fuck!

Eslut loves it up the ass!

Eslut loves bondage!

Eslut loves to show off the body master owns!

Eslut loves to Strip!

My master owns me, mind, body and soul!

Pleasing master pleases Eslut!

Eslut cannot cum without master’s permission!

Every time Eslut cums, Esha becomes weaker!

I love being Eslut!

I am Eslut, master’s obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut!

Despite the fiery heat in her cunny from all that teasing, she could not climax.  Only after the last phrase would the tablet would say “Obey your master and cum!”, and Eslut would come, knowing her master was watching through the camera...  and then the mantras would begin again.  After many climaxes, the chant would finally stop and Eslut would put things away for tomorrow’s session.

Then she would take a shower, and under the hot water, she would slip out of trance, becoming Esha, but remembering nothing of the last hour.  Her permanent transformation into Eslut, her association of being Eslut with her Aphrodite sexual desires, would be that much further along. 

In the evening, Esha was getting much more into cooking and housekeeping as a hobby.  She also found herself surprisingly sexually frustrated over most of the day, simply being unable to satisfy herself with her little rocket.  She would go to sleep frustrated … next morning though, she would routinely waken at 5:30, and trigger herself again … For some reason, she found her frustration was always gone next morning.

****

In early August Barbara Cummings announced her plans to retire from professional modelling and live full-time in Delta City.  Later that month, Barbara Cummings purchased a penthouse condominium in Delta City, near Wade University.

****

On Labour Day weekend, the Ancient Adornments Body Piercing was visited by a strange blonde swathed in long-coat, hat, and sunglasses.

****

It was September 8^th, the start of a brand-new school year.  Jimmy let himself into the 10^th floor penthouse condo; he had received a courier package that morning:   A leash, a collar, a note saying “I am Eslut” with an address, and a whole ring of keys, some for the building, and a smaller one for a mini-padlock. 

As he stepped inside, Barbara Cummings looked up from her magazine.  When she saw the leash and collar in his hand, her mouth fell into a perfect “O” shape, and her eyes became molten pools of desire.  

“I have come to claim you, my Eslut” said Jimmy.

The blonde rose sinuously, stripping the yellow sundress over her head.  That revealed her voluptuous body, highlighted in black leather strapping.  Sunlight from the windows flashed from the nipple rings in her swaying breasts. 

“Yes master” she cooed, voice dripping with desire as she padded toward him in her high heels. 

She stood before him, legs spread, exposing more rings in her pussy lips, the barbell through her clit-hood, and the little padlock that held the complex together, locking up the pussy her master owned.   She took the collar from his hands and closed it around her own neck, locking it:

 “ I am Eslut, your obedient, horny, happy, three-hole, bondage slave-slut!”. 

Jimmy used the leash to pull the slut’s head down to his crotch, where she began to nuzzle and unzip with her teeth, cunt already dripping. 

“Yes, yes you are my Eslut, now and forever” said Jimmy, as he reached out to play with the plug in her ass.   Eslut let out a happy moan, as she swallowed his cock.  Esha was no more, and Eslut was confident that soon her master would bless her with the only reward she truly craved: his seed.   As she wrapped her tongue around his shaft, she felt the click from the padlock, as the key she had sent him unlocked his property: a wet, hungry, wanting, pussy … that only he could satisfy!