Golden Girl and The Kryptonite Effect
Part 1: Picasso
by OTWGuy; email: OTWGuy@gmail.com
Chapter 1
While the great city sleeps, its scum rises like so many rapacious erections; and its angels descend, clad in voluptuous virtue...
10:30 PM. The pretty, young woman hurried down the dimly lit cement path, her long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail that bounced back and forth as her ample breasts (o )( o) bounced up and down in rhythm with her strides. Jenna Castlebury always wore her hair in a ponytail when she worked in the field.
Jenna was 23 years old, and 5‘8“. She had appealing curves in all the right places. Tonight, she wore khaki slacks, a tight, button down, long sleeve, white blouse and black sneakers.
Jenna was a recent Journalism graduate from Perkins College. She was hired as a cub reporter for the Carnival City Gazette and she was in search of a big story...the capture of the Campus Rapist. Tonight, she was stalking him in his favorite hunting ground: The Campus Park. The park was a 15 acre expanse of trees and shrubs forever safe from development by its benefactor, Warren Baines Perkins. Jenna wanted to be there when the awesome Golden Girl captured the pervert.
Jenna was ambitious. She needed a breakout story to attain senior reporter status. Writing about Carnival City’s social scene wasn't cutting it. Really, she thought. Who cares who wore what, where? I certainly don’t.
Jenna’s managing editor had offered to let her earn better assignments by sleeping with him. But, Jenna thought it immoral; she declined. No. Golden Girl would be her ticket to the top tier of senior reporters. Besides, the managing editor had an unfortunate resemblance to Winston Churchill.
Jenna considered herself a good Catholic girl. Until college, she had gone to Catholic girls’ schools her whole school life. During puberty, while all her high school friends gave up their virginity for sluthood, and sometimes motherhood, Jenna wanted to make her pious parents proud of their only girl.
Jenna followed the path of lights that lit up the walk like a length of shimmering pearls searching for signs of Golden Girl.
Golden Girl only appeared a few months ago. From the testimonies of the victims she helped, Golden Girl fought against the myriad of Carnival City’s sexual predators while clad in gold. Nobody knew the first thing about “Golden Girl,” as the Gazette dubbed her. Nobody knew who she was or where she came from. Jenna wanted to be the one to introduce the world to Golden Girl.
Jenna thought she heard something. She halted under the assuring glow of one of the lights, craning her neck for a tell-tale sound. A breaking twig? Footfall? Nothing now. She trotted on to the next light and stopped again to listen. Again, crickets.
***
A hand-held two-way radio crackled, “Red Leader, this is Red 2, over?”
Red Leader pressed a button on the radio attached to his left shoulder. “Red Leader, report.”
Red Leader was dressed in camouflage from head to toe. His two man team was dressed the same. He had deployed Red 2 for acquisition and Red 3 for backup/front lookout. He himself watched the rear. The radio came to life again.
“Target is visual. Ready to acquire. Over.”
“Red 3? Over.” Red Leader spat into the radio.
“Red 3 reports a go, over.”
“Red 2 you have the green. Out.”
Red Leader slowed his pace. He needed to watch the path behind for the unexpected visitor. He had a 100% acquisition record and he wanted to keep it intact.
Red 2 was closing in on his pretty quarry. She was more alert than most, the way she stopped, looked and listened. Still, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would be captured like the girls before her. He moved silently into place under the dark cover of trees.
***
Jenna was beginning to think she was wrong. Nothing was going to happen this warm night. She relaxed her vigil. She would retreat and try again tomorrow night. You just couldn’t tell with rapists.
Jenna slowed her step and turned her head for one last listen. No sound other than the chirping of the insects of the night. She headed back, relieved that her fears were almost all behind her. They were...
Suddenly, a hand, terrifyingly strong, covered Jenna’s mouth. At the same moment a large arm grabbed her around her waist. Jenna pushed at his hairy arm and kicked out frantically. But his strength was irresistible. The hairy hand slid down to her chin. She drew a breath to scream. But, the hand closed back over her mouth. Her scream died even in its birth.
“Shut up!” The deep voice dripped with venom. He showed her a silver object that glistened in the lamplight. It was a blade, bright and terrible. Jenna offered no more resistance. The monster released her mouth and pulled her off the walk and into the darkness of the trees.
***
The Red Leader was eagerly awaiting word when his radio came to life. “Red Leader, this is Red 2, over?”
“Red Leader, report Red 2.”
“Acquisition is a nogo. Repeat, acquisition is a nogo. Over.”
Dammit, thought Red Leader. “What the hell happened?”
“Target has been seized. Repeat, target has been seized. A large man grabbed her and pulled her off the path. What are your instructions? Over.”
Seized? Red Leader couldn't believe it.
“Take no action. I'm coming. Out.”
***
The big monster threw Jenna down like a rag on the leaf-strewn grass. He had a stocking over his head, but his eyes blazed through it like burning coals. He knelt beside her.
“Please, please don't hurt me.” Jenna pleaded, implying complete submission.
“Shut up!” he snarled.
He showed Jenna the blade again. Then he grabbed her pant leg and began sawing it with his razor sharp knife. The blade slid up her pant leg like a weed-wacker. Then he grabbed her other leg. In less than 30 seconds he had cut her pants off. She could feel his lusty gaze. She wanted to cover her crotch, knowing that her lacy panties only served to feed his growing cock. But, she was too scared.
He grabbed Jenna’s blouse and forcefully pulled it apart. Buttons flew in all directions. He then yanked her blouse down around her elbows.
Jenna was terrified. Here was the Campus Rapist. He had been terrorizing Perkins College coeds for almost two months. Now she was in his power. He was systematically stripping her. Her lacy pink bra and panties were all that separated him from her sex. It was just the sight the monster hoped to see.
With a smile he raised his knife, then in one swift motion he sliced her bra between its cups. Jenna’s full, ripe breasts exploded up, offering their nipples to him. The monster placed the flat of his blade first on one small rosy nipple and then the other. In each case, her nipple contracted into a cool knot. He grinned cruelly and then quickly cut away her panties.
Jenna was naked. She knew she had a good body. She had always attracted male attention with it. Now it was on private display for a pervert who was going to relentlessly fuck it. ))===D \\o//
The monster bent over and spread her smooth, creamy legs, then knelt between them. Jenna couldn't suppress a sob as he slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down around his knees. His erection was every bit as monsterous as he: Nine inches of thick, hard, throbbing, meat. No dogleg or blotches. It was almost glowing pink and bobbing up and down in excitement under the dim light.
“Oh my! NO!” Jenna blurted. “It’s too big! Please! No!”
The monster just smiled. He stuck one finger into Jenna’s vagina and a thumb on her clitoris. He began shaking his whole hand, letting his thumb wriggle on her sensitive clit. At the same time, he squeezed and mashed a plump breast again and again.
Jenna was appalled at her response. She could actually hear her pussy giving up its juice for him. He continued his handjob for about a minute. He pulled his finger out and held up his hand for Jenna to see. To her horror, his hand was wet and dripping with her sex juice.
Leaning down, he pushed his tongue between Jenna’s painted lips. She obeyed his tongue and opened her mouth. The monster drove his tongue in. Jenna sobbed and dutifully sucked and licked it.
The monster sat up abruptly. He teased her by placing the tip of his erection against her defenseless clit. Jenna gasped in involuntary surprise. Its slightest touch quickly made her pussy warm and swell. This can’t be happening, she thought.
The savage positioned his cock for the plunge. His cock's head nestled up to Jenna’s ready pussy. Satisfied, he pressed his cock inward. His long shaft stripped her pussy of its giving lubrication. Jenna yelped at the intensity of unexpected pleasure. The bastard cupped his hand over her quivering mouth. “Shhh,” he warned.
The monster partially withdrew his throbbing bratwurst of a cock ))===D. Then, with a satisfied grin he thrust again. His cock slammed Jenna’s juicy pussy _/\\o//\_ like a railroad spike. Another thrust and another. He slammed his cock all the way inside her private manhole and paused. He withdrew and again drove his cock deep into Jenna’s helpless pussy. Then again and again and again. He paused once more. She could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her. He resumed the plunder of her submissive pussy.
Jenna felt a building tension between her spread legs. With every thrust of his massive cock Jenna grunted, and her pussy responded more and more and more with a growing shameful pleasure... No. UH!...This can’t be...UH!... happening! Good girls...UH!... can’t be raped to...UH!... orgasm! It’s not logical.... UH!..I can’t!...UH!... Its imposs... UH!...“AAAAAAAAAAAGGH.”
The monster silenced her loud cum-squeal with a fat hand.
Gasping, Jenna’s mind raced. He made me cum! <gasp> He made me cum! <gasp> What would my priest say? <gasp? What would my Dad say? <gasp> They’d say...I must have, deep down, <gasp> really wanted it. I must have. <gasp> That I’m not a good girl! <gasp>! I’m NOT!
The monster knew he was close. Five more fast hard stabs with his massive pussy cleaver and..."aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Sweet release. Jenna’s ravaged pussy felt his spasming cock spew its warm cum deep in her womb like a turkey baster ))===D~~\0//\_. The monster briefly closed his eyes and let his ecstasy overtake his senses.
***
First one black, mid calf, spike-heel boot came down facing the monster, then another. Shocked and confused, the rapist leaned back. Above the boots, two smooth, shapely, strong legs stood straddling Jenna’s head. A butt length gold skirt that shimmered in the faint light, a black leather belt surrounded a perfect waist. Her large, watermelon-like breasts were barely covered by a tight, gold, long-sleeve crop top. But, her top had a deep scoop-neck that presented her glorious cleavage (___|___). The strong face was masked and framed by red hair pulled into a shoulder length ponytail. Hands on her hips, she was a gorgeous piece of...
A blur and BAM! One lovely knee plowed into the bastard's nose. The monster was thrown onto his back by the power of her kick. By the time he shook off his confusion the girl in gold had moved like a cat beside him. He sat up and readied himself to throw his weight on her.
BAM! Her hammer-like, gold gloved fist slammed into the side of his pounding head. His body went limp and collapsed like a bag of manure.
The girl in gold picked him up by his shirt in her gold gloved hands, held him over her head and threw him against a large tree trunk.
The girl in gold walked over to the rapist, pulled zip tie handcuffs from her belt and secured his wrists behind him, then hung him up from a branch stump above the ground so that his feet dangled. Then she turned her gaze to the scared naked girl who had propped herself up on her elbows. //(o )( o)\\
“Close your legs.” instructed the girl in gold. Mesmerized by the sight, Jenna realized her legs were still spread wide open _/\\o//\_. She closed them and rose from the cool grass.
***
Red Leader tried to understand what he had just seen. The girl in gold had just manhandled that brute. He had to have been six feet two inches, easily over 200 pounds. She threw him around like a stuffed toy. That masked heroine had to be the newly famous, Golden Girl.
“Did you see that!” Red 3 could not contain himself. Red Leader cut him off with a hand gesture. Then he motioned for Red 2 and Red 3 to follow.
The Red team reassembled at their van. The van was covered in a black, sticky, plastic wrap. It was the responsibility of the team's three members to wrap the van for its dirty work. When not in use, the plastic was removed to reveal its plain white color. Inside the van were restraint systems. Ropes, cleats, rings, etc., were neatly stowed.
Once inside the van, Red Leader radioed his boss.
“Red Leader to Picasso, come in. Over.”
The radio buzzed. “This is Picasso, report Red Leader.”
***
“You're Golden Girl!” sobbed the naked Jenna.
“So they say.” said Golden Girl flatly. Then demanded, ”So, what the hell did you think you were doing walking around by yourself at night in this raper's paradise!”
“I'm s-sorry,” stammered Jenna.
Golden Girl made a face and walked over to the pile of Jenna's shredded pants. “Good lord, what a mess.” Golden Girl picked through the pile. “Where's your cell?”
“I'm sorry, I left it in the car.”
Golden Girl shook her head in disappointment, “Always have it with you.” She reached behind her and pulled a burner cell phone, also from her belt. She opened it and dialed 911.
“This is...yes I’ll hold...” Golden Girl rolled her eyes... “Yes, I want to report a rape in Campus Park. The perp is tied up; come and get him.” She smashed the phone on the ground.
“What's your name?” asked Golden Girl more gently.
“Jenna. Jenna Castlebury. I'm a reporter for the Gazette. I was hoping to be there when you caught the Campus Rapist. I'm sorry. I thought...”
“Very little." Golden Girl exploded. "Listen, it's a jungle out here. If you're not a lion, then you're a lion’s lunch...”
Jenna let out a deep sob. Golden Girl toned it down again. “Okay, let's find you something to wear for your date with the police.”
Golden Girl walked over to the helplessly hanging and barely conscious rapist. His pants had fallen around his ankles. She leaned down and pulled his pants off. Her face was inches from his glistening, now flaccid, but long cock. Golden Girl couldn't take her eyes off the penis. She took it in her gloved fingers and rubbed gently. His cock instantly began to swell.
“You could have brought so much pleasure to so many fertile and willing girls with this. But you chose to suck off cocks in prison instead. I'll never understand men.” She threw his pants to Jenna. “Put those on.”
Jenna did so and tied her shirt ends to conceal her boobs (\ )( /). “Nice rack, BTW.” said Golden Girl.
“Thank you. Oh thank you so much. Your my guardian angel.”
“Since that bastard plowed your love bucket and shot you up with his spunk, your dripping by the way, I was too late. I guess "avenging angel" would be more appropriate... Hey, any chance you could get your paper to call me ‘Avenging Angel’ instead of ‘Golden Girl’?”
“Oops, sorry. I...” Started Jenna.
“How is it that the Port Charles Post can give their heroine a cool name, Nightshade, and the Gazette can’t? Huh? Answer me that.”
“Sorry... ‘Golden Girl‘ was my idea. I’ll...” Jenna couldn’t finish.
“I mean, what if I spill on my outfit and have to wear green? Greenie Girl? Yuck... I get the whole ‘Nightshade’ name. She was black. It works on every level.”
Golden Girl sighed and shook her head. “I can’t believe she retired so young. I was looking forward to meeting her and maybe working together. Now, she hasn’t been heard from since writing that farewell letter.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” said Jenna plaintively, but she knew it was useless. When a thing becomes legend, they sell the legend.
***
“The color wasn't a match, over.” Red Leader sighed after delivering the code phrase that meant acquisition failed.
“I see... Blue team has succeeded. Return the canvas to the studio. Picasso, out.” Again, the response code to go back to base. Blue team had made their acquisition. Red Leader felt the shame of his first failure.
***
Jenna looked like a sexy rap artist in the rapist's big and baggy pants. Though she tied her blouse ends together as best she could, a plump breast continued to slip out from the shirt, as if her nipple wanted a peek at the world: (\o )( / )
Flashlights were working their way toward them.
Jenna regained her purpose. “Golden Girl, can I get a comment on...”
“Listen,” interrupted Golden Girl, “I can't stay. The police think I'm a vigilante... Okay, I am. But they actually want to stop me. Me! WTF? Why do you think we’re called ‘Carnivore City?’... Whatever. You’ll be okay now.” Golden Girl turned and disappeared into the darkness of the trees.
“Thank you, Golden Girl!” Jenna called out. Then to herself, I'll be there for you like you were for me...someday.
***
The Red Team's van pulled into a long, circular driveway. A large white, two story house was well distanced from the road. It was columned in front like a Southern mansion. The Blue Team van was parked and the Blue Team was unloading its prize.
She was the perfect catch for her new owner. He had been very specific about her appearance: Blond (most clients preferred blond girls), 18 to 24 years old, 5'6” to 5'9” tall, 120 to 135 lbs. And, of course, pretty.
The girls taken were usually of modest means, without much family. The rich ones had family who bought detectives and other forms of unwanted attention. Picasso wanted as little attention as possible directed toward his nefarious operation.
Blue team carried their bound and hooded victim to the basement door. She was 5' 6“, athletic, and attractive. Her breasts were ordinary B cups (o )( o), but firm. She had seen her last day of promiscuous freedom. Soon, her ass, tits, pussy, ovaries and uterus would be the private property of some oil-rich sheik.
***
The two Team Leaders and their teams sat at a long table in the Operations room. It was a well lit room with a whiteboard facing a long wooden table. At the head of the table stood Picasso, a 50 year old man with a patrician’s bearing. He was smallish, 5‘ 7“, slight of build, and bald. His deliberate moves reflected his intense brown-eyed glare and methodical mind.
“Gentlemen,” began Picasso in a slow measured cadence. “We have a new player on the board. She goes by the moniker of ‘Golden Girl.’ I’m sure you’ve heard of her. She is real and as “super" as the Gazette has reported. I believe tonight was just a chance encounter, but we don't know that for a fact. I want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any clue as to who she is or any rumors concerning her. Report anything of interest, no matter how innocuous... Now, the sheik wants an obedient slut. Let’s go make our guest that slut. Dismissed.”
As the team leaders left the room, Blue Leader asked Red Leader, "what's ‘innocuous’?"
Chapter 2
Dr. Victor Andreev (an-dray-ehv) sat at his kitchen table drinking a black coffee from a white, Perkins College mug and reading the Gazette on his iPad. The headline read:
“Golden Girl Nabs Campus Rapist” By Jenna Castlebury.
Dr. Andreev was a Russian emigrant. He was 45, 6‘ even, with a slightly stout stomach, with thick brown hair and gray temples. Sixteen years ago, he and his six year old daughter, Anna, had come to America after losing his wife, Anna’s mother, to a car accident. His plan was to parlay the organic chemistry doctorate he earned at prestigious Princetown University into a successful academic career. His plan worked out. He became a professor at Perkins College.
Anna Andreev, his beautiful, blue-eyed, blond, 22 year old daughter, walked into the kitchen in an oversized Perkins College t-shirt and pink panties. Anna was a blond Amazon. She was six feet one inch. She was the proud possessor of large (Dolly Partonesque) breasts: (o )( o). She had a trim waist and ample hips, lean, but strong. IOW, the proverbial hourglass figure. She had the legs of a dancer, only longer and stronger. She was a Barbie doll incarnate. The old Barbie. The one that made normal girls envious and feel inadequate....The one with huge tits.
“Morning, dad.” Anna poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I see Golden Girl had a successful night. You know, I still don't see why you couldn't be Power Girl or Justice Girl or...”
“I didn't name myself, Dad, the Gazette did. ”
“Well, excellent work. Any problems?”
“No, pretty routine.”
“When was your last treatment?”
Dr. Andreev referred to the serum he developed. He called it ‘testostrogen.’ It was a synthetic hormone that greatly enhanced the development of the opposite sex's common traits as well as some of the host's sex traits. But, the effects weren’t reliable.
One night, Anna had overheard her father talking to a colleague about his serum. Victor had tested it on himself and found that he became more emotional...something he strongly didn’t care for. Plus, his physical strength diminished by a third. Except for the fact that his erection grew an inch in length and a half inch in girth, Victor deemed the serum a failure.
Curious, Anna snuck into his lab, took a syringe full of the serum and injected it in her thigh.
In the coming days Anna grew three inches taller. Her breasts swelled prodigiously. Her figure went from “Swimsuit Edition” to the aforementioned, “Barbie.” Her eyelashes grew longer, and her lips fuller and deeper in color. She even lost all hair below her neck except for a small, blond patch above her perfect snatch.
Remarkably, Anna’s strength level shot from “Female” to “Hercules.” In addition, her speed and reflexes increased measurably. Anna loved her new body. She convinced her dad to let her continue taking the testostrogen.
Following Port Charles’ former super heroine, Nightshade’s example, Anna thought she now had the goods to fill that role in Carnival City. Additionally, she had a deep and sincere animosity for violent sex offenders,... and Carnival City was perp central.
“Almost two days ago,” she answered.
“And is there any change in the “Kryptonite Effect” with the new formula?”
Anna preferred that he call it the “Kryptonite Effect" because she didn’t like her father’s term for it: hyperorgasmia.
The “Kryptonite Effect” was the one drawback of the serum. Namely, it gave Anna the libido of a drunken rabbit. She was hornier than hell on the stuff. The serum had taken her natural lustiness and turned it into a prime directive. It was a constant effort to ignore men and phallic symbols. Her body was always begging to be touched, and her pussy to be stuffed.
Anna’s new sex obsession wouldn't have been a problem for her extraordinary will power, except that her orgasms were more intense. Way, way more intense. Now, Anna’s super orgasms somehow canceled out the strength effects of the serum. After a hyper orgasm, she lost her unusual strength and became, essentially, a big, beautiful slut.
Anna unexpectedly learned about the Kryptonite Effect one day on campus. Anna was approached by a young freshman, maybe 18. He excitedly said that she was possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He begged her to let him have sex with her. He assured her that he made “all the girls sweat.”
At first Anna laughed at his nerve. But then she realized, standing right in front of her, was free, no-strings sex! No names. No dating. Just sex. Wow, she thought. Someone should make an app for this. She followed him to the back of his van.
Anna and the boy began to strip. The nameless boy’s eyes and dick grew bigger with every piece of clothing Anna removed. When naked, the boy then pushed her onto her back on his stained mattress. He then proceeded to lick and caress with his hands her naked body parts, starting with her neck. He sucked up each nipple and bit them gently. He worked his hands and tongue magic down to her inner thighs. He licked all around her wet, eager pussy. Anna moaned in anticipation. Then the boy zeroed in on her excited clit. “AAAAAAAAHHH!!" Anna invited him in by pulling her knees out wide with her hands. _/\\o//\_
The excited boy positioned his rigid 6“ dick for the plunge: ))==D\o//\_. Anna whimpered in excitement. He slipped easily into her primed pussy and began to methodically pump it. Anna pushed her pussy into his thrusts. She climaxed twice before he did. Afterward, Anna walked away completely drained...and sweaty, as promised. She also lost her new serum strength.
The Kryptonite Effect subject always made Anna uncomfortable.
“If anything, It's stronger than ever.”
Looking back, Anna used to be a regular girl having semi regular sex with her quasi-boyfriend, Travis. Travis was one of her father’s graduate students. But because of the insatiable Kryptonite Effect, Anna had to break things off with him to gain control over her flaming libido.
No boyfriends, Anna decided. Boyfriends had endless erections that required constant attention. That attention left her weak and humbled. So, to quench her burning lust sans Travis, Anna only indulged in occasional one-nighters with guys who had the balls to try to bed her.
But Anna wanted to keep Golden Girl’s reputation pure and wholesome. To Anna, Golden Girl was a virgin. And, she vowed to keep her that way. When she went out as Golden Girl, she colored her hair red with spray color to keep her identity secret and to help her identify as a separate virgin identity.
For wholesome’s sake, Golden Girl’s costume was modest for a super heroine. Anna had decided not to go the NIghtshade route. Nightshade had been a crime-fighter with a great body. Almost as good as Anna’s Barbie body. But Nightshade had fought crime in, essentially, a bikini. Crazy, thought Anna.
Victor shook his head, “Damn. I'll keep working on it... Have you read where they think something sinister is happening with the disappearance of so many girls in the area?”
“Yeah. They don't have much to go on.”
“No; but I have been keeping track and it seems that a preponderance of the girls are not only blond, but low profile types. Types that would not be missed immediately.”
“How does that help us?”
“It's well known that other cultures’ sex traffickers value blond girls as their commodity of choice because blonds are very rare in most parts of the world. And American girls, well, foreign perverts would pay handsomely to abuse the high and mighty.”
“White slavery. Of course.”
“These girls would need to be smuggled out of the country. That suggests a holding area close by. A warehouse of sorts,” Victor added.
“Didn't they say that a dark GMC van was said to be seen around the areas of the kidnapings? You'd think that the police would have looked into that.” Anna mused.
“I’m sure they did. But, I'll see if I can get more information on area GMC vans.”
A researcher researches. That’s what they do.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Anna stood in the middle of the living room in her tight, spandex exercise clothes, kicking and punching while watching television. She particularly enjoyed American Westerns. However, this morning she was exercising to Billy Blanks' Tae Bo DVD. She wanted to improve her martial arts skills. Besides, Billy was a big, black, beefy hunk of maleness. Watching him always excited Anna.
Dr. Andreev walked in holding a paper and the final dregs of his Perkins’ Perk Coffee of the Day.
“I was doing research on campus area GMC vans. I found three. Two belonged to the Main Street Florist and one belongs to a family with an invalid son. It's been customized to carry a wheel chair. That one is silver. The florist's are white.”
Anna thought about it. “None are what anyone would call 'dark'. What other kinds of vans might be seen as GMC?”
Dr. Andreev shook his head. “I don't know. I'll look into similar van types. Still strong this morning?”
It was Dr. Andreev’s way of asking if she’d had an orgasm lately.
“I'm still pretty strong. I'll wait until I go out later before I refresh myself. I may as well check out the florist vans while you look for better leads.”
“But they’re white,” noted Victor.
“A racket sophisticated enough to kidnap and smuggle girls out of the country would have to be pretty clever.” Anna explained. “And, I don’t have anything else planned.” Re: no orgasms :-(
***
After a light dinner and serum shot, Anna put on her Golden Girl garb and then put a plain gray street dress on over them. She hopped in her late model, white Mini Cooper Countryman, imagining herself as a real life Pale Rider, a la, Clint Eastwood. She drove the five miles to the florist shop. It was a small shop in a strip mall. The two vans were in the parking lot.
Anna wondered why such a modest little shop would need two vans. She reached for the door handle when a plain silver Toyota Camry drove up with two men inside. They stealthily and quickly went to the two vans and slipped inside. They fired up the engines, backed out and caravaned away.
Strange, thought Anna. She decided to follow.
The vans drove to the edge of town and pulled into a large garage. Anna came to a stop on an off street. The garage door closed. Anna waited.
After about 20 minutes the garage door opened and the vans took off again. Only this time, the vans were black.
Ah hah!, thought Anna and followed them.
One van pulled into the lot of the Come & Go Motel, the other parked on the road. The first van parked next to a car where two other men got out and spoke briefly with the van driver. Then they separated and appeared to just wait. Anna didn't like the looks of it. I have to get in that van, she thought.
Golden Girl slipped out of her small car and street dress, then hid behind a tall clump of bushes. What are they up to? she wondered.
A young woman, early twenties, about 5' 5“ came out of the hotel restaurant. By her uniform, she was an employee. She was a good looking dirty blond with a very appealing little body. Golden Girl noticed the three men go to alert.
The young woman walked to her car, stopped and made a motion of exasperation. “My tire!” she cried. Two of the men approached in a friendly manner and offered to help.
Examining the tire, they told her they wanted to show her a nail in the tire. When she leaned down to look, one of the men put a cloth to her face. The girl struggled, then fell limp. In an instant, the van was there with its side door open and the two men were throwing the girl inside and then climbing in after.
“Good lord!” blurted Golden Girl as she leaped from the bushes and raced to the van. It had started moving when she reached the back door. Golden Girl grabbed the handle and jumped up on the bumper. The van pulled out of the parking lot and on to the street. Golden Girl held on.
Golden Girl flung the door open and leaped inside. A startled man responded to the invasion of the vehicle by picking up a crowbar. He approached Golden Girl and swung it at her head. Golden Girl caught the bar in her left hand and pulled. The surprised man held on. Stepping forward, Golden Girl smashed his jaw with a right cross, dropping him.
Suddenly, the van turned, causing Golden Girl to fall against one wall. Then just as suddenly, the van screeched to a stop throwing her forward. Golden Girl heard the hiss before she could smell the gas. The van was filling up with a gas.
Golden Girl tried to slide open the side door. It wouldn’t budge. She then crouched and started for the ajar back door. The gas was making her a little dizzy. Stepping over the unconscious bodies, she reached the door. It had been shut from the outside. Golden Girl tried to open it. It was locked. She could feel the gas now; it was definitely making her drowsy.
Gathering herself, Golden Girl threw herself at the door. The door gave way under her focused effort. Golden Girl staggered out in the dusk, and into the fresh air.
Immediately, Golden Girl was hit by multiple TASERs. She could make out two men facing her before she fell to the ground on her hands and knees. A chloroform cloth covered her face. Golden Girl trembled, lost unconsciousness and remembered no more.
Chapter 4
When Golden Girl came to, she was in a bright room with lights shining on her from all directions. She was strapped down on an X table. Her arms and legs were secured to the arms of the X.
Golden Girl struggled against her restraints. They were too strong. She looked around the room and saw six hard men staring at her. Then she realized with alarm that she had a collar around her neck.
A loud click came from a ceiling speaker. A voice, obviously altered, issued from it.
“Welcome Golden Girl. I’ve been expecting you. I knew it was only a matter of time before you caught up with our little operation. Kudos. I'm impressed how quickly you did it.”
Golden Girl struggled against her restraints. “Who are you?”
“My dear Golden Girl, if I wanted you to know that, I'd be there in person. But, you can call me Mr. Picasso...Begin please.”
A camera appeared, aimed at an attractive couple holding microphones. They were Picasso’s own spokespeople for his private dark web station. Call letters: WHOR.
An anonymous voice called out: “And...action!"
The male spoke: “Hello and welcome to this week’s edition of ‘Tame That Shrew.’ Brought to you by station WHOR, Dark Web Doings, and Ball & Chain Adult Toys. I’m your host, Dick LeMaster, along with America’s favorite submissive, Amanda O’Bey.”
Amanda has black-dyed hair that falls in lazy waves to her mid-back. She is 5‘7“, 128 lbs. She is wearing a dog collar and leather wrist restraints, all with metal rings. Underneath her sheer, red, see-through camisole she is braless. Her B cup breasts are complete with pierced nipple rings: (8 )( 8). She wears matching red, see-through panties covering her pierced clitoris.
Amanda speaks. “Thank you, Dick shugah. This week we have a very special, surprise shrew. A really big shrew y’all! Carnival City’s own... The one!... The only!... Golden Girl!... I am so excited. We’ve tamed a lot of hard bitches into shameless cum sluts. But, this should be our biggest challenge yet. I can’t wait, shugah.”
“That’s right, Amanda. Golden Girl is synonymous with “virtue” and “morality.” It should prove very entertaining as our cunt-masters force her suppressed lascivious side to the surface and, ultimately, to watch her willingly submit her pussy to their punishing cocks. Let’s bring Red Leader in here to learn more.”
Red Leader enters the camera.
“Red, how do you plan to tame a bitch as morally tough as Golden Girl?” asked Dick.
“Simple Dick. We strip ‘em, grip 'em, and rip ‘em. Works every time.”
“You heard him Amanda,” said Dick with a smile. “Strip ‘em, grip 'em, and rip ‘em.”
“Yeah shugah." Amanda began. “Stripping any girl naked also strips her of her dignity. Her private pussy is at anyone’s and everyone’s mercy, shugah. Putting her in naked bondage is even more humiliating. Finally, stuffing her pussy and mouth with big, hard, anonymous cocks destroys her dignity altogether. All she has left is her tingling, eager-to-please cunt. I should know, shugah.”
“As always, for our new viewers,” began Dick. “A ‘vagina’ is what a girl takes to her doctor. A ‘pussy’ is what normal girls use for sex. And, a ‘cunt’ is what a slut uses for sex; and what a whore uses in trade for things she values... Tonight, our team of cunt-masters will attempt to turn the incorruptible Golden Girl into just another horny, cum-catching cunt.”
The Red team began to cut away Golden Girl’s clothing. Halter top, skirt, pants, panties, boots. Everything but her mask. Golden Girl was left naked and writhing on the table.
Amanda walked up to Golden Girl, and with mic in hand and asked...
“Golden Girl. You’re naked. You’re tied down. Escape is impossible. Resistance is futile, honey. Our talented cunt-masters are drooling to get started bringing your pussy to heel. Do have anything to say, shugah, before they turn you into an obedient cock slut?”
Lifting her head, “I am Golden Girl! I’ll never be anyone’s slut!”
“She sounds pretty sure of herself, Dick shugah.”
Red Leader stood between Golden Girl's very spread legs: /\\o//\. He had a large magnifying lens strapped to his head and a speculum in one of his big, beefy hands. He adjusted the lens and began inspecting Golden Girl's exposed pussy. He used the speculum to open her pussy, for no other reason than to further humiliate her. Then with a large brusque finger, he found Golden Girl's clitoris.
“AAAAAHG!" Golden Girl flinched violently at the exquisite sensation. Red Leader smiled. She would be the perfect subject for the turning. He applied alligator clamps to her hard nipples. He attached bondage nose hooks from a strap connected to the back of her collar. Then he forced a ball gag into Golden Girl’s mouth.
Dick approached. “Red, How do nipple clamps, ball gags, and nose hooks help break down a resisting shrew? Isn’t that distracting?”
Red Leader responded, “Exactly, Dick. They inhibit the subject’s natural arousal progression because they act as distracting irritants. However, when the irresistible physical stimulation applied to her pussy grows strong enough, together with the ego-destroying humiliation of the hooks and clamps, her willpower will surrender to the potency of an orgasm forced upon her by strong men. She’ll be broken in like a horse.”
“There you have it, Amanda. Nipple clamps and nose hooks mean a defeating orgasm.”
“Finally." Red Leader gave a nod and the song “Get Ready" by Rare Earth, live, started playing from the speakers.
“Auditory distraction. Makes it harder to cum." Red Leader yelled. Picasso’s minions danced around the X table. At the chorus, the minions sang out, ”Get ready!” and “Get ready, ‘cause here we cum!” while tugging on invisible dicks.
Red Leader opened a small plastic box. Then with an electronics-style, pointed tweezers, he selected the appropriate size clamp for his purpose. There were several different sized clamps. All clamps had tiny, sharp teeth, a minute spring, and a hidden release.
Picasso needed to tame his “wild” captives for customers who didn’t want to do it themselves. The best way to do it was through what he called “slutification.” He designed tiny “clit clamps,” he called ‘tasps’ to clamp onto his subjects' clitorises. The clamps gripped the helpless clit, making it swell. The swelling was a constant source of stimulation. Walking or any movement transformed into powerful clitoral stimulation.
Red Leader took his time applying the clit clamp to Golden Girl's sensitive clitoris. When it had her clit firmly gripped, she writhed moaning out loud on the table like a seasoned whore.
Golden Girl lifted her head in alarm. “GAAAANNNNAAA?" <What are you doing to me?> The music turned down.
“I call it a tasp” Picasso said. “I borrowed the term from that great, yet wholly under appreciated, science fiction writer, Larry Niven. It is a device that delivers indescribable amounts of pleasure. Pleasure so intense and so irresistible, it renders a subject totally compliant.”
Golden Girl shook her head violently. “Ah... AAHH!" Golden Girl blurted out as the man reached up and slid his finger over her trapped clit. She gagged in ecstatic glory as she lifted her hips. Her pussy aching for another touch.
Red Leader removed the humiliating speculum. But then he pulled a large vibrating dildo from a pocket and guided it deep inside Golden Girl's dripping pussy. “AAAAAHHG." Her body jerked in ecstatic spasm.
A hard vibration shot into Golden Girl's entrapped clit. She yelped and shook in her ecstasy. Her body jerked forward then back trying to mitigate the shocking sensation feeding her sensitive clit. She pulled at her restraints, but she was stuck, a) naked on the X table, b) with a vibrating dildo deep in her pussy, and c) an insidious clamp gripping her helpless clit.
The men stood watching intently and excitedly. They loved turning “good” girls into willing sluts with unending forced orgasms.
Golden Girl's pussy was oozing its sex juice in excitement. Led by her treasonous clitoris, her pussy was building toward orgasm with the intensity of a thousand horny college cheerleaders.
Her sweltering pussy consumed her thoughts as she tried to will it to behave. I am Golden Girl. I shall not c....Oh no. Please don’t cum. Don’t let them win. Please no. Golden Girl pleaded with her pussy. But,...
But the sheer power of her intensely hot ecstasy was undeniable. Irresistible. All consuming. Golden Girl felt her pussy expanding in its lust, celebrating penetration, building a fireworks finale between her legs. Building. Climbing... PLEASE NO!... NOOOO! NA... But then...
“NNAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH," Golden Girl cried out at her “big O” exploding from between her legs outward to her fingers and toes.
Golden Girl’s orgasm slammed her body like a wrecking ball. Her naked body jolted up and down and back and forth. She pulled at her restraints as she moaned out loud in her ecstasy.
Dick broke in. “Wow Amanda, I think Golden Girl’s orgasm registered on the Richter Scale!"
“That’s right, shugah. Golden Girl just had the biggest orgasm we’ve seen here at ‘Tame That Shrew’. And checkout the puddle of pussy juice spilling onto the floor. But, Shugah’s not done yet. Let’s watch... as the shrew turns."
The watching men knew the drill. They turned off Rare Earth after the first orgasm. After the second orgasm the red team removed her nose hooks and ball gag. Golden Girl’s orgasms would come hard and fast now. Her will to resist steadily drained until finally, after numerous explosive orgasms, she would beg for, and welcome, any relief from her forced ecstasy.
Picasso and his men did not know of Golden Girl's weakness: orgasms. After her first, mind-blowing orgasm, Golden Girl was just another horny pussy: _/\\o//\_
The clamp on Golden Girl’s clit did its job in minutes. She tugged at her restraints again, but it was pointless. She tried to sway her hips in the hope of dislodging the clamp, but again, no effect. The ecstatic pleasure was inflating her clit like a balloon. Though she bit her lip, she could not resist her clitoris gone rogue. Golden Girl screamed out in the intense glory of her humiliating ecstasy.
“GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
After her next explosive climax, Golden Girl’s clitoris began sending out orgasms easily and quickly. One about every 60 seconds for eight minutes.
After repeated screams from her orgasms, Golden Girl was dripping on the floor from her sweat and her throbbing pussy that sent her juices down her ass crack to the floor.
“STOP!" Golden Girl cried, shaking her head violently. “PLEASE, NO MORE. NO MORE! PLEEEAAASSSSEEE!......I'll be good. I swear!"
Picasso came on. “So soon Golden Girl? That’s disappointing... Amanda?”
Amanda approached the expended Golden Girl and with her mic asked, “Shugah, are you ready to sexually service all these men?”
Golden Girl breathlessly moaned, “yes.”
“What was that Golden Cunt? I didn’t hear you. Are you ready to sexually service every one of these men’s cocks?”
“Yes. Yes. Gawd yes.”
“Yes what, Golden Cunt?”
“Yes, I will service their cocks.”
“How Cunt Girl? How will you service these men and their long, hard cocks?”
“I will suck them and fuck them until they can’t get it up anymore.” ))===D\\o//\_ & ))==O)
“Oh, a very good plan, shugah. You will swallow their hot, creamy cum, right?”
Golden Girl swallowed. “Yes. Yes. I will.”
“Will what, Cunt Girl?”
“I will swallow all the cum they shoot in my mouth.”
“Wonderful. You’re quite a willing slut. Aren’t you, shugah?”
“Yes."
“Yes what? Golden Cunt?"
“I am a total slut."
“Our viewers didn’t quite hear that. Again, louder, shugah.”
“I AM A TOTAL SLUT!”
“And what do sluts crave, shugah?”
“COCK! Please! I want cock in my hot pussy!” ))==o//\_
Amanda turns to the camera, “If y’all are keeping score at home this season, it’s Cunt Masters 8, Pussies 0!”
Dick came on again, “Before, we watch Carnival City’s newest slut, Golden Girl, in her first action as an ordinary cunt, let’s find out who Golden Girl really is.”
Amanda reached down and removed Golden Girl’s mask. The camera zoomed in to capture Golden Girl’s beautiful face. I’m done for.
Picasso came on the speaker, “Red Team, take our guest to the bench. She’ll be compliant, but have tasers ready.”
The men of Red Team attached two leashes to the collar around Golden Girl’s neck. Then carefully, they lowered her to the floor and bound her wrists behind her. They pulled the naked Golden Girl to her feet. Red Leader took the leash and pulled her over to a bench on the floor. The bench had heavy leather restraints on the legs. It was shorter and narrower than most. Placed on the bench, a girl’s head and pussy would dangle off the ends.
The men pulled Golden Girl to the bench. Then they made her lay her stomach on the bench while they secured her wrists and knees to its legs. Then the men withdrew to the walls of the room.
Picasso announced, “Red team, for your previous failure, although understandable, you follow Blue team. Rules are rules. Blue team. Take your prize."
Golden Girl knew she was about to be stuffed and fucked in every way possible. Pussy. Throat. Probably anal. Outlaws love anal. She thought. ))===D//*\\
“BASTARDS!” Golden Girl protested impotently.
Blue Leader used a riding crop to whip Golden Girl’s plump ass. She let out a loud gasp.
“What did you say?” He ordered.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Golden Girl said hurriedly. “I meant, thank you for allowing me to suck and fuck your manly cocks.”
The riding crop slapped her plump ass. “You will address every male as “sir.”
“Yes, sir. Yes sir.” Golden Girl answered quickly. “Thank you, sir!”
Dick walked up to Blue Leader. “Can I have a whack at it?”
Blue Leader handed the riding crop over to Dick who first used it to poke its stiff end into Golden Girl’s dripping pussy. She gasped at her pussy’s delight. Then Dick pulled it out and spanked a plump ass cheek with it.
Golden Girl flinched and let out a, “AAACKK!”
“Thank you, Blue.”
Blue Leader grinned.
Each team member unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Every one of the team had an erection: ///
Blue Leader walked up between Golden Girl’s smooth spread legs: //o\\ He began teasing her pussy by drawing a finger in ever decreasing circles around it. Golden Girl gasped with pleasure. His finger was closing in on her precious and welcoming pussy: //(o)\\
Meanwhile, another team member walked to her head. First, he lifted her head by her hair so she could see her tormentor. The guy then took his 8 inch dick in his hand and began to slap Golden Girl’s cheeks with it. Then he teased her with it by swiping his dick across her lips, back and forth.
Blue Leader spread her pussy lips and began more circles around her captive clitoris. Golden Girl couldn’t help but gyrate her hips in longing.
The guy at Golden Girl’s head pushed his dick into her mouth. He paused, then rammed it deep down her throat. She gagged: ))==O ))
Seconds later, Blue Leader pushed a finger in and out of Golden Girl’s wet pussy.
Golden Girl moaned in pleasure. Please, oh please don’t let me cum again, she repeated to herself. Golden Girl thought of her deceased mother. It always made her cry. But, that damn finger was irresistible. Please! Don’t let me cum. Please! Not again! Pleeeeaaasssee!”
“MMMMMMMNNNAA!”
Golden Girl climaxed like a porn star. She arched her back in her ecstasy. Her orgasmic yell was stifled by the length of a hard cock. But Golden Girl’s loud, desperate squeal made the cock shoot its milky seed down her throat. She choked as the cock spasmed and exploded its spunk into her mouth as her tongue licked its silky shaft. When the cock withdrew, Golden Girl raised her head to gather spunk on her tongue and swallow. <Gulp>
Blue Leader pushed his cock smoothly into Golden Girl’s wet, appreciative pussy, and began thrusting faster and faster.
Another guy pulled Golden Girl’s head up by her pony tail. He pushed his cock against Golden Girl’s full, parted lips. She opened wide for it. Both cocks penetrated Golden Girl at her ends. She was sooo horny. She relaxed and let them do her. Her pussy slammed her with another orgasm. “AAAAAAAAAAGAH!” Golden Girl found herself welcoming another load of salty cum for swallowing. ))==D~~O
Each team member’s cock penetrated Golden Girl and left her squealing in involuntary ecstasy. Their creamy spunk oozed from her lips and pussy.
Dick LeMaster appeared between Golden Girl’s legs. He dropped his pants and drove his 7“ cock into her dripping cunt. He gathered up Golden Girl’s ponytail and pulled her head up for the camera. Golden Girl winced in her humiliation. Dick began rhythmically slapping her ass cheek and thrusting his cock inside Golden Girl’s defeated pussy. The effect was what he called, ‘riding a whors.’ “Yeee Haww!” he celebrated.
“AAAAAAGGAHHA!" Golden Girl orgasmed yet again. Dick pulled out and emptied his spunk on Golden Girl’s red ass cheek.
The ceiling speaker crackled. “My dear Golden Girl,” began Picasso, “you are one lusty slut. I’ve never seen a girl take to forced orgasms with such a willing attitude. You would make a splendid customer’s cum doll if you weren’t so strong. But, I simply cannot have you beating up my customers.“
“So what happens now?” Golden Girl sniped. “Another gangbang?” Golden Girl didn’t know it, but the ‘testost’ part of the serum would not let her be permanently tamed.
Whack! “OWWWWW!” Golden Girl yelped at the crop striking her red ass.
“You didn’t say ‘sir’.” Blue Leader reminded her.
Picasso continued. “No, a sizable dessert... We don’t call him “Big Red” ‘cause he’s from Nebraska. Get ready for 10 inches Golden Girl...in your pretty ass!” Red Leader stepped forward holding his 10“ throbbing cock in his hand.
“NOOOO! NO! Not my ass! PLEEEAASSEE! Please Mr. Picasso, sir, please. Please, not that.” Anna began to cry and whimper, “please?”
Big Red walked up and poured baby oil on Anna’s ass crack. Then on his 10“ sausage. He lined up his cock to Anna’s waiting ass while Anna whimpered like a helpless victim. “Please no, sir.” Golden Girl sobbed.
Golden Girl gasped as he touched down on her anus ))===D/*\\. Then he began his slow assault of her virgin ass. She screamed in pain with every half inch of his invasive penetration. To her surprise, the pain became mixed with anal ecstasy. Her screams became shrieks of “OOH MY GAWD! UH! UH! GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Golden Girl’s vocal ecstasy was music to Big Red’s ears. He was so excited by Golden Girl’s squealing pain-gasm, “GAAAAAAAHHH!" he pumped her ass full of cum after only driving 6“ of his man meat in her ass. Dammit, he thought. I shoulda rubbed one out first.
After Red Leader withdrew his giant ass-cleaver, Golden Girl blurted through her tears, ”I‘ll get you for this!”
“Unlikely.” Said Picasso, “I’ll soon learn your identity, and with it your family and friends. Capture all the perverts and rapists you want, Golden Girl. Just don’t get in the way of my business. Understand? ... Understand?”
Golden Girl had no choice. “I understand.” ... You’re a sleeze bag. She thought.
Amanda approached again. “Well, Anal Girl, how does it feel to be a cock-whipped cunt?”
“I’m so,... so humiliated."
“That’s right, shugah. And how does your ass feel right now? Our viewers want to know."
Golden Girl sobbed. “My asssss!....He fucked me in my assss!” Her tears fell, again.
“And your cunt, Golden Slut, how does your cunt feel?”
Golden Girl, semi-recovered, breathing hard, “My pussy never felt so used and, and abused.” To herself, And soooo awesome.
“Since you’re new to the show, Golden Whore, I’ll tell you and remind our viewers at home: Shugah, you ain’t no fantasy pussy, now. From now on, honey, you’re just a common cunt. Your cunt is open to all comers. Right, Dick?“
“That’s right, Amanda. All cummers. Nice pun. If ever our viewers see Golden Girl on the street, all they need say is ’W-H-O-R’ and Golden Cunt will be at your service. Won’t you Cunt Girl?”
“I’m a cunt?”
Amanda nods and smiles, then, “You’re a cunt, shugah. It’s been decided by science. You’re a cum-swilling cunt... Hey shugah! you’re strong enough; you don’t need no pimp. You could pimp yourself out. Men would pay plenty to fuck Golden Girl’s pussy. Make a lot of money, honey.”
Picasso came back on the speaker, “Let’s give Golden Girl our special treatment. Double headed dildo. Amanda, you and Golden Girl.”
“Yes sir. Thought you’d never ask, shugah.” said Amanda, as she broke into a knowing grin and slid out of her panties.
Two of Red team released Anna from the box.
“Bring your cunt over here, whore." Instructed Red Leader as he pointed to the floor with his riding crop.
Golden Girl slowly stood up. “Yes, sir," she answered meekly. The she walked to the indicated spot.
“On your hands and knees, cunt."
“Yes sir," Golden Girl said weakly.
“I can’t hear you, cunt!" SLAP.
Golden Girl felt the sting of the riding crop on her plump ass. “YES SIR!" and dropping to her hands and knees, she crawled naked to her indicated spot.
Amanda got on her hands and knees behind Golden Girl. One of the men placed one head of a two-headed dildo into Golden Girl’s wet and receptive cunt. Amanda backed up and the man guided the dildo into her eager pussy: //o===o\\
Together, Golden Girl and Amanda slid their wet pussies along the dual-headed dildo. Golden Girl moaned aloud as the dildo pushed deep into her gone-to-heaven cunt. Amanda squealed as she slid her juicy cunt along the stiff dildo. The two girls’ pussies separated, then converged along the dildo at the same time, in orgasmic harmony.
Golden Girl stopped and stiffened her back in orgasm. Then mournfully, “AAAAA! AAHHH! I AM A CUUUNT!” Golden Girl’s cry split the room.
Amanda kept slip-sliding away along the dildo. Soon, she expressed her own orgasm with a squeal. Both girls collapsed on the floor, moaning and squeezing their tits in their hands. Their pussies remained connected by the dildo.
The camera turned to Dick. “There there you have it fellow cunt-masters. We just saw Carnival City’s own Golden Girl turned into a self-confessed, leg-spreading, cock whore by our WHOR team of cunt-masters...If you haven’t already, join our Cunt-Masters Club today... This is Dick LeMaster for Amanda O'Bey at WHOR saying, ‘good night' for ‘Tame That Shrew!'"
Chapter 5
Golden Girl was orgasmically depleted. All her strength gone. Her whole body was awash in sweat and sperm. Knowing the Kryptonite Effect, she wasn't surprised because she enjoyed the taste of cum and at how she sucked their cocks so willingly.
Picasso came on again. "Well, Golden Girl, are you sure you wouldn’t rather be some rich bastard’s sex slave? You are a natural!...”
Golden Girl shook her pretty head.
“No matter. I’ll soon learn who you are. Remember, unless you forget about us here, we will feed every news outlet your real identity and the videos of you as Golden Whore."
“Yes. It is forgotten.” Golden Girl managed. For now.
“Good. I'll be in touch. Red team, take our guest out and leave her by the side of the road.”
“Blue team. I believe we have another guest with us tonight. Please be good hosts and make her ready. As usual, I'll be going first."
Still leashed and naked, Red team put a hood over Golden Girl’s head and lead her to one of the vans. As she walked out, “AAAAAHH” her tasp stopped Golden Girl in her tracks for yet another trembling orgasm.
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