Warning: this story contains MC, S/M, bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.
Authors note: this story was inspired by the art of Uncle Sickey. A brilliant CG artist. You can find some of his art on http://unclesickey.deviantart.com/
the story also features Sweet Candy Justice from one of my older stories, “Caprice Fuentes AKA Candy Ass vs. Her Teen Hormones.”
The Bitch squad.
Written by: The Pumping Pony.
Scott Frisbey blended in to the biker bar like a cat in the dog yard. He stepped inside wearing big sunglasses and a brand new trench coat with the collar folded up. His hand instinctively covered the golden Rolex on his left arm. He froze in the doorway as he noticed every eye was on him. They were all the worst group of low lives and rough necks in Badoma.
Most of the men were in a jeans vest with the Hell-hounds cut on them, symbolizing the biggest biker gang in the land. The waitresses that weren't serving beer were bent over a table getting it from both ends.
He gathered his courage and walked in. He walked past a pool table that had a pretty young brunet laying legs still spread wide passed out on it, wearing a pink superheroine sidekick outfit. Cum still dribbled out of her cunt and mouth. He pulled his eyes away from the petite form and looked towards the far corner.
There sat the only two unharassed women in the bar. One looked like a typical teen in a white and pink outfit. It looked like some kind of workout suit that was designed to show off all her goodies. Her blond hair was tied up with a scrunchy on either side of her head. She looked oddly at home in this bar, where most women are getting fucked or getting beer.
The other was an older red head in a PVC leopard print outfit with a thick chain as a necklace. She on the other hand looked right at home in here. In fact she looked like she could have any man in the place licking her boots with a smile.
“Miss Samantha Bitchtamer?” Scott asked.
“Who's asking?” Samantha retorted, eyeing the man up and down, with a disapproving gaze.
“Scott Frisbey. You were recommended by a mutual friend, Officer Regina Ironcunt. You know her.” Scott said sitting down.
“Yes, she is one of our main supplier of, let’s say entertainment.” Samantha said frowning at the man daring to sit at her table without permission. She picked up a beer bottle and considered smashing it against the table and then glassing his face with the broken end, but decided to hear the man out. She could always shove the bottle in his face later.
“My beloved uncle, the owner of Frisbey mining enterprises, has married this little gold digging slut a failed pornstar wannabe. Before they married I was the sole heir. Now I might lose it all to that bitch.” Scott said, his face flushing slightly with anger.
“That sucks. For you, that is. I don't see how it's my problem. We don't do hits. If you are looking for someone to snuff her of then you are out of luck” she said leaning back and taking a swig from the bottle.
“It's not your problem. It's your opportunity to get payed to do what you already do for free. I want you to take that bimbo and bring out her inner bitch.” Scott said, handing over an envelope with money and a picture.
Mindy Bitchtamer Samantha's daughter picked up the image of a young hazel brunet dressed in bubblegum pink and gave a low whistle.
“She is definitely my type. Look how she carries that Prada bag. It probably costs enough to feed a small country and she's been spilling her coffee lattes on it.” Mindy said.
“This on the other hand feels a little light.” Samantha said, holding the envelope.
“Oh, that's just to cover your expenses. I'll pay you ten grand if he divorces her.” Scott said.
“That still seems light. A fifth of the inheritance or the bitch gets it all.” Samantha said.
“And I want that Rolex.” Mindy said on an impulse.
Scott paused then slipped the watch of his arm, he hesitated so she yanked it out of his hand.
“We got a deal?” Scott asked.
“Tell me exactly what you want.” Samantha asked, leaning forward, looking intently.
“Her name is Amanda Swank-Frisbey. She's a graduate of Badoma's porno university. Somehow she graduated with a major in bestiality. She started working for a minor online porn website. She did some miner performances with a dog. But she wouldn't do anything too kinky like public sex, multiple animals or horses. My uncle knows all of this. She convinced him this is all in the past. But he insisted on a prenuptial marriage agreement. If she gets back into porno she gets nothing. I want you to catch her, brain-wash her, and make her into a bigger slut than before. I want the world to see her for the filthy whore she is.” Scott said, breathing hard. Getting excited at the idea of getting rid of the slut.
Mindy and Samantha looked at each other and smiled.
“Sounds like fun. Tell us where we can find her.” Samantha said pocketing the money.
“This is a list of places she likes to go; friends, clubs, her gym, where she likes to go shopping.” Scott said sliding over a paper.
Sweet Candy Justice was laying on the pool table listening to the Bitch Squad talking. She had let some of the bikers catch her and take her to the bar. They had spent the night gang raping her until she pretended to pass out. This was her graduation project: to find and catch a villain in the act.
She was a student at Amazon High School and she was studying to be a superheroine. She had dreams about leaping from roof top to roof top, fighting villains and monsters. Though unlike the comic books this meant spending a lot of her time on her back, legs spread wide, letting men, monsters and beasts vent their frustrations on her. Just like she had done the whole night and she was getting good at it.
She had managed to listen-in on most of the conversation with the stranger. If she played this right she would graduate as head of her class.
She watched the man leave and the Bitch Squad soon after. She got up on shaky legs and followed them.
Sometime later, in another part of town.
The air was heavy with sweat, cologne, overpriced drinks and hundreds of young people’s breathing hard to the rhythm.
Amanda Swank-Frisbey was moving her body to the thumping rhythm coming out of the speakers in the club. She was dumping her hips and ass against a very fit looking man in his early twenties with a nice tan. She was married to an old man who didn't have the good sense to die promptly. She had hoped to give him a heart attack on the wedding night with some skimpy lingerie and a hot striptease. Not only had the wrinkly old man not died, but he had managed an erection and she had to have sex with the wrinkly old fart.
After that she had pretended to have headaches and slipped out to have anonymous sex with strange men. Today's catch seemed to be exceptionally fine.
“Wanna go somewhere?” He shouted in her ear, barely audible over the thumping music.
“Sounds good.” She shouted back and nodded so he would understand despite the noisy room.
He took her by the hand and led her out through the back door.
She was a bit taken aback finding herself standing in a filthy back alley. It was filled with trash and discarded boxes. In the distance she could hear dogs barking and people fucking.
“I'm not doing it behind some dumpster in a filthy alley. I want some place with silk sheets and pink champagne on ice.” She said with a lot of attitude.
“Wait here, I'll get the car.” he said. He wanted to smack her and teach her to be happy to service a man wherever he wanted. But he had been paid well to bring her here. He walked off giving her a reassuring smile.
Arms crossed, her foot tapping, Amanda was getting impatient waiting for him. She pondered going back inside and finding someone to fuck in the private booths instead. She turned to go in only to find someone had broken off the door handle. The break was still clean and had to be recent.
She beat against the door and yelled to be let in but no one heard her over the music. She heard a sharp little pop behind her and she spun around, looking for the source of the sound. At first she saw nothing, then she noticed a form in the shadows. Someone was leaning against the wall on the other side of the alley, next to a dumpster in the shadows. It was a woman judging by her silhouette, with her hair put up with a scrunchy on either side of her head.
She was standing at the edge of the light of the lamppost. A pink bubble formed and grew extending in to the light. Until the bubblegum popped again.
“Hi. Didn't see you there. Did you get locked out too?” Amanda asked stepping into the middle of the alley.
The figure in the shadow made no reply, except blowing another bubble that popped menacingly.
“Are you deaf or stupid? Can't you hear me? I'm talking to you.” Amanda said, stomping her foot in frustration. She didn't like to be ignored.
The figure said nothing but this time threw something that landed at Amanda's feet with a metallic clang. It was the door handle she realized, and stepped back as the figure stepped out into the light. It was a woman about her own age, dressed in pink and white. She would have looked harmless if not for the gun tucked into her waist band. The gun seemed to sit there comfortably, like she was someone who really knew her way around a gun.
“Scott Frisbey says you have been a bad gold digging bitch.” Mindy Bitchtamer said, with an accusing heat in her voice.
Amanda saw the crazy woman stroke the side of her gun. She only hesitated a second before running deeper in the alley. She turned a corner looking behind her, making sure the woman wasn't following her. She stopped when she saw another woman ahead in the alley. The new woman was older with flaming red hair and she was wearing an outrageous PVC leopard print outfit. A pack of stray dogs were milling around her. She was holding a single leash leading to something behind another dumpster that the dogs were very interested in.
Amanda walked slowly side ways to look at what was behind the dumpster. She gasped when she saw what was at the end of the leash. It was a bimbo, there was no better word for the black haired Asian women on her hands and knees wearing a PVC cheerleader's outfit in red and white. Her top hadn't been able to hold in her huge silicon tits, they were bouncing free and hard as a big dog was mounting the bimbo, pounding her with all his might. Her big red lips were also filled with silicon.
Judging by the sweat dripping from the bimbos face and tits and the huge puddle of cum between her legs, she had been there getting fucked for a long time.
“Hi. Nice night for a stroll. Just taking the bitch for a midnight humping. There are plenty of dogs for you, you surly need a good fuck. Don't you Amanda?” Samantha Bitchtamer said, putting a hand on her hip giving Amanda a wicked smile.
“No, I'm their bitch. I'm fucking them ALL. These dogs are mine, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!” the Bimbo shouted, in near hysteria. Her voice reverberating from the dogs fast humping.
Amanda turned to run and scream but as she turned a moist rag was mushed into her face. A sharp smell hit her as the chloroform sent her to sleep.
Samantha walked over to the bimbo who was looking up at her with worried eyes.
“Bimbo is sorry she yelled at mistress. Bimbo knows she shouldn't demand. Bimbo is just so eager to fuck like a Mistress trained Bimbo.” The Bimbo said, her lips trembling at the thought that her mistress might withhold sex.
“Mistress understands. You are a good bimbo and superior to that bimbo. You will have all the doggy cocks.” Samantha said patting her on the head and the bimbo beamed with a smile.
“If I pass out...?” Bimbo started.
“I will prop a box under you so the dogs will fuck your pussy anyway.” Samantha said. Then she put one boot in front of the bimbo so she could show her gratitude by kissing it. Which she did eagerly.
The dog came filling the bimbos’ pussy with a huge load of cum and the bimbo treated herself to her allotted and much needed orgasm. She was only allowed one per dog and savored it for all it's worth.
Mindy picked up the gold digging whore with practiced ease and carried her into a nearby van, where she tied her up. Then she joined her mom watching the bimbo get fucked by the dogs. She had forgotten her name or maybe newer known it and the bimbo had forgotten it as well. But she was quickly taking to her position as a super slut and she would be a good one.
Amanda awoke in a cage. She was naked except a collar around her neck, with a small padlock holding it in place. The cage was in an old warehouse filled with old boxes, crates, cages and steel drums. In her cage was what looked like a dogs sleeping basket, a box full of sex toys, what looked like an exercise bicycle with a huge knobby dildo coming out of the saddle and water bottle hanging on the outside of the cage with a pipe leading into the cage, like the water bottle in a hamster cage but where the wet steel ball the hamster would lick to release the water there was another huge dildo.
In the cage next to her, there was an identical set up.
In the sleeping basket lay a blond woman with slutty makeup and wearing a blue and pink poodle skirt.
Amanda banged on the cage, waking the woman, who looked around sleepily.
“What's your name?” Amanda asked.
“I don't have a master.” the blond sighed regretfully.
“Master? What does that have to do anything?” Amanda asked, confused.
“You don't get a name until your master gives you one. Mistress calls me cum-dumpster.” the blond said.
“Hey, how do we get out of here?” Amanda asked, in a desperate attempt to get things back on track.
The other woman looked at her like she just heard her say the dumbest thing in the world.
“How do we... What?” she asked, needing to make sure she had heard her right.
“Get out of here.” Amanda repeated.
“When mistress finds us a master.” she said rolling her eyes, like it was the most obvious thing.
“I want out of here.” Amanda shouted, shaking the bars.
“The fastest way to get a master is to stay in shape, look pretty and act like a slut. So get on the bike and peddle. It makes the dildo go up and down really fast. It's great.” she said, getting on the bike and started peddling hard. She bit her lower lip and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the dildo started pistoning into her pussy.
“I want to get out of here.” Amanda shouted. But cum-dumpster's mind was of in her orgasmic lala-land.
“What's going on over there? Who is shouting?” Coming from further inside the warehouse, Amanda could hear steps marching towards her. She felt a brief moment of hope when she saw a woman in a police uniform walking towards her in confident strides.
Her hope was dashed when she saw the PVC gloss on the fake uniform. She was a Latino looking woman with enormous tits and a huge ass.
“Who the hell are you?” Amanda asked looking the woman up and down.
“I'm Officer Jizz Guzzler. Do you want to get this shoved up your ass?” Officer Jizz Guzzler asked, holding up a huge dildo, that she welded like a truncheon.
“No, of course not.” Amanda said looking at the huge thing in wide eyed horror.
“Me and the mistress are going to cure you of that and many other things.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said, and unlocked the door to the cage. She stepped inside and pointed to the training bicycle.
“Now get on it and exercise that flabby ass of yours.” Officer Jizz Guzzler commanded.
“No! I will not!” Amanda said crossing her arms.
Officer Jizz Guzzler smacked Amanda in the face with her dildo truncheon. Making her stagger back in shock.
“Start peddling.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said pointing to the bike. Amanda got on it but peddled standing so she wouldn't get penetrated by the huge dildo coming up from the saddle. Officer Jizz Guzzler gave her a knowing smile and Amanda started making the dildo pump up and down just under her ass.
In the next cage the blond bimbo was really working up a sweet.
Officer Jizz Guzzler slapped her ass ordering her to work harder. Amanda and the blond bimbo stopped at about the same time. Legs trembling with exhaustion. Amanda having stood up the whole time, leaned against the handle bars.
Officer Jizz Guzzler picked up a small chocolate bar, unwrapped it and gave it to the blond bimbo. Who ate it straight out of her had obediently, liking her finger clean. Officer Jizz Guzzler patted her on her head.
“Good bimbo, take five minutes rest. I will tell mistress you done good.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said giving a true warm smile.
The she turned her attention back to Amanda. Her smile turned wicked as she took out another bar of chocolate and took a small bite from it.
Amanda looked at it with hungry eyes. Liking her lips as she realized how hungry she was. Officer Jizz Guzzler's smile shifted from nefarious to genuine and she handed it over.
Amanda didn't eat it out of her hand, but she ate it and asked for more. The chocolate was really good, making her smile. Her miserable day seemed a little bit better. Officer Jizz Guzzler picked one up and held it out of reach.
“What's your name?” Officer Jizz Guzzler asked.
Amanda paused and thought, remembering what the blond bimbo had said about not having been given a name.
“I haven't been given one.” She finally said.
“Very good. Here you go and get back in the bike.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said and nodded her head toward the exercise bike. Amanda ate the chocolate and hopped back on the bike, feeling giddy at having passed the test. Before she realized what she was doing she had the huge knobby dildo pistoning into her dripping wet cunt and her mind was off in orgasmic wonder land.
Officer Jizz Guzzler saw a shadow fall onto the cage. She spun around and fell to her knees.
“Mistresses, I didn't hear you approach.” She said. She could never hear them make any kind of noise as they walked. That's how they had caught the bitch she was before they corrected and sculpted her into the perfect bimbo she was today.
“How are things progressing with the new slut?” Samantha Bitchtamer asked.
“Fast. Maybe faster than mistresses might like. I know how mistresses like to discipline the new bimbos.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said.
“There is always a reason to spank a slut.” Mindy Bitchtamer said.
They both put a foot forth so Officer Jizz Guzzler could pay her respect by kissing there feet.
“You drooled all over my shoe. You dumb bitch. Come with me, you are going to get a spanking of a life time.” Mindy Bitchtamer said.
“Yes, mistress.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said. Frightened at first but then excited at the thought of the mistress rough touch.
“I'll tend to the education of the new acquisition.” Samantha Bitchtamer said.
She picked up a cat-o'-nine-tails, the little whip was perfect for swinging in the short confines of the cage. Observing the new bimbo working the bike making the dildo pound her pussy, high on orgasm and the sex drugs that was injected in the chocolate, she waited until Amanda was about to cum. Then she whacked her over the ass. Making the nine leather knots hit like bee stings. Interrupting her orgasm. For a short moment Amanda felt the sex drug fog lift and she could see herself, realize she was acting out of order. Then the fog descended again, like a warm pink fluffy cloud full of naughty fantasies.
Every time Amanda was about to cum Samantha smacked her, making her awaken and robbed her of orgasm. Soon Amanda started resenting the other woman for making her come out of the mental fog. She wanted to stay in that fuzzy state of mind were she had no complex thoughts and just spent her time chasing orgasms.
“Stop that.” Amanda finally shouted and stopped peddling.
“Stop what?” Samantha asked and gave her an extra hard whack.
“The whipping. I can’t concentrate.” Amanda said after a moment’s pause.
“And what is it that you need to concentrate on so badly?” Samantha said with a knowing smile.
“Exercising. I might fall off the bike.” she lied.
“Wouldn't you rather leave? The cage is open. You could try and run away.” Samantha said leaning forward. Getting in her face.
“You would stop me. It's a trick. Just leave me be.” Amanda said her frustration building.
“I'll stand in the back of the cage with my back turned. Take that big dildo from the box. Hit me in the back of the head, knocking me out and run away. I'll even close my eyes.” Samantha said and turned around, closing her eyes.
Amanda's mind was struggling. She wanted to run away, but not now. Later after she had the orgasms she needed. She sat there on the bike hesitating for minutes.
Then Samantha turned back with a look of utter contempt in her eyes and a snarl of disgust on her lips.
“You whore. You want this. You like this, don't you. Get of that bike, NOW!” Samantha shouted in anger. She chased Amanda off the bike. Then she ripped of the dildo coming out of the saddle in one hard tug. Then she picked up a bigger dildo from the box of sex toys, a truly fat one and shoved it down replacing the one she pulled of.
“Now you get back on it and work those peddles until your legs give out. GET ON IT NOW!” Samantha shouted, spit flying.
“It's too thick. It will hurt me. I'm too tight.” Amanda said timidly.
“There is nothing like being too tight. It's just a question of pushing hard enough and trust me that dildo is going up your pussy, one way or another. Now get on it.” Samantha hissed through her teeth.
A hard whack over the ass sent Amanda hopping onto the saddle and the dildo. Her pussy was sopping wet but it was still an impossible fit. Until Samantha put her hands on Amanda's shoulders and lent down on her with all her weight. She squealed and Samantha chuckled softly in her ear as Amanda's pussy finally gave way.
“Now. Peddle you whore. Hard and fast, fuck yourself. Break yourself. Make yourself cum like the whore you are. Let yourself be the air headed bimbo you know you are. NOW PEDDLE!” Samantha said, first softly in her ear then her voice rose to a roar.
Another whip smack got Amanda going and soon she was cumming.
In another part of the warehouse.
Mindy Bitchtamer had Officer Jizz Guzzler bent over a table. Mindy had her strap-on fitted with a foot and a half long ribbed aluminum dildo. Her forehead was beading with sweet as she power pounded her hips into Jizz Guzzlers big jiggly ass.
Officer Jizz Guzzler was looking back over her shoulder maintaining eye contact with her mistress. It was hard, looking into the two orbs burning with contempt and loathing. She wanted to crouch away and hide. But she also worshiped the power emanating from her mistress and she wanted to do anything and everything to please her. So one day she might be blessed with a male master. She hoped for a two legged master, with a place to live like a house or an apartment. But if mistress gave her two a four legged master like one of the stray dogs roaming the streets, she would be happy to follow him around living on the streets. Serving him as his sex toy were ever he went.
As she looked into her mistresses eyes she caught sight of something in the corner of her eye. There was something pink in the skylight overhead. Afraid to displease her mistress she risked looking up and gasped with joy. Mindy spanked her hard for disobeying by looking away. But Officer Jizz Guzzler had spotted a superheroine looking down at them through the skylight.
Mindy pulled back on Jizz Guzzlers hair, until she was almost face to face.
“A super bitch on the roof. She is at the skylight looking down.” Officer Jizz Guzzler whispered.
Mindy looked up discretely and saw a young teen superheroine looking down through the dirty old window in the roof. It was as if she couldn't see what was going on in the shady inside of the warehouse.
“Let's lure her in to a trap. Act like you’re getting raped.” Mindy whispered back. Then she slammed Jizz Guzzlers head back down on to the table, hard.
Then she redoubled her ass fucking efforts. She was glad to see she slut take to the role of rape victim with gusto.
Up above.
Sweet Candy Justice tried to look down through the dirty glass of the skylight. There was definitely two people down there. One who looked like the younger one of the bitch squad and she was having very rough sex with what looked like a police officer. It was a common thing to find coops having sex with the low lives in the slums. But the role was usually reversed, with the cop giving it rough to the suspects, criminals, victims or witnesses of crime.
It wasn't an obvious case of rape. She tried wiping of some of the dirt. But a lot of it was on the other side of the glass. Then she saw the other woman slam the officer’s head down on the table so hard she could hear the thud all the way up on the roof. The woman cop started screaming loudly.
Sweet Candy was horrified at the sound the poor woman getting raped bellowed and a little excited.
She climbed down off the roof and started looking for a way in to save the woman inside.
She could hardly believe her luck when she found a window open. It was high up but there was a stack of boxes under it like a set of stairs. She climbed up and entered quietly. Her eyes adjusted to the dark within. She heard the window snap shut behind her, seemingly on its own. She made her way between pillars and cargo boxes toward were she had seen the police woman get raped.
She gasped at the sight. The police woman was still bent over the table, but the woman who had been raping her was gone. In place was a huge dildo that was vibrating like an old lawnmower with an unbalanced blade. Sweet Candy Justice noticed something was off. The 'police woman' was in a PVC outfit, but that didn't mean there wasn't a crime going on.
The 'police woman' looked over her shoulder and saw Sweet Candy Justice.
“Help, she is crazy.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said in an exhausted and hoarse voice.
“I'll help you. Can you walk?” Sweet Candy Justice asked, as she snuck up to the woman.
“You’ll have to pull it out. I can’t stand up with it in. Please hurry up.” Jizz Guzzler whispered.
Candy had to grip the huge vibrating dildo with both hands and was barely able to get her finger around the thick thing.
It was slippery with lube and she struggled with the vibrating monster. It wouldn't switch off or come out. Candy had to put a knee against the woman's left butt cheek and braze against it. The woman screamed as the dildo finally slipped out. She dropped the two foot long dildo to the floor with a metallic clatter, her hands felt numb from gripping the huge and powerfully vibrating thing.
The woman in the PVC police uniform stood up and turned with a smile.
“Mistress is going to have fun breaking you in.” Officer Jizz Guzzler said pointing to Candy's right leg.
“What the fuck?” Candy said as she pulled out a syringe tipped dart from her leg.
“Officer Jizz Guzzler has been a good girl. So good I'm going to recommend to Mom she is ready for a male master.” Mindy said walking over to her holding a tranquilizer gun in her hand. Ignoring the superheroine who was having a hard time standing up.
Amanda awoke some time later. She was laying on a metal table. She tried to move but found she was restrained by thick leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She looked to her left and saw the woman in the leopard print PVC outfit. She was standing by a bench equipped with all kinds of test tubes and boilers. All hooked up like some kind of meth lab, with liquids of all colors boiling and flowing through pipes to condense together.
“Let me go. I don't like being tied up.” Amanda said.
Samantha turned slowly as if noticing the woman tied on the table for the first time. She picked up a test tube with a pink liquid inside it. Then she walked over to her.
“Say please mistress.” Samantha said looking down her nose at Amanda.
“Why?” Amanda said.
“Bimbo's are humble, before there mistress or master. And you are without a doubt a bimbo.” Samantha said as if explaining something obvious to a child.
“Let me go, bitch!” Amanda snapped out. A feeling of cold regret set in her gut soon after the words left her mouth. She watched as the woman set down the test-tube and picked up a Taser.
“You don't talk like a bimbo, but you are dumb like a bimbo. Your mind is half way finished. I'll correct the rest soon enough.” Samantha said with a smile, as she slowly pushed the sparking Taser into Amanda's side and held it in for near a minute.
“Stop that you stupid....” Amanda started saying but stopped as Samantha held the sparking Taser high so she could see it.
“What did you say? I didn't hear you.” Samantha said with a calm yet still menacing voice.
Amanda hesitated, the spoke carefully.
“Mistress please don't hurt me. I promise to be an ever so good bimbo.” Amanda said. An incredible feeling of warmth and calm washed over her after she said it. What was supposed to be a lie had opened her to a greater truth. She smiled and relaxed letting the feeling role over her. She thought about dressing like a bimbo, all in pink with slutty makeup and impractically high heels.
Samantha took her finger off the button and the hidden tube stopped pumping endorphin and oxytocin in to Amanda's blood stream.
“Good bimbos don't get punched.” Samantha said and zapped Amanda again.
“Ouch! What was that for? I'll be a good bimbo.” Amanda asked breathing fast.
“That's for being a bad bimbo and this is for lying.” Samantha said now angry.
Amanda paused, not wanting to get zapped again.
“Mistress please forgive my stupid bimbo brain. I'm such a stupid bimbo I don't know what I have done wrong.” Amanda said. Frightened at first then the warm soft feeling washed over her as admitted her bimbo nature.
“You are flat. A good bimbo has huge round bouncy tits. You are barley a C-cup. A bimbo has a minimum double D-cups.” Samantha said with angry accusation.
“Mistress, that's not my fault I can’t make them grown at will.” Amanda said fast and getting frightened again.
“You don't even have implants. You think I'm stupid. You don't want big tits. You want to be a boring bitch, with nothing for men to stare at.” Samantha shouted as she zapped the woman again making her scream.
“No. I want big tits, huge tits. Triple Z-cups, like beach ball's on my chest. But I couldn't afford them. I would love to have a pair of great big milkers for all men to play with.” Amanda said and the good feeling washed over her again.
“Then I have some great news. Just swallow this and you are on your way to a huge rack. Good bimbos swallow's gladly.” She said, the last with menace.
Amanda said nothing. But opened her mouth with a smile. Samantha pored the pink liquid in her mouth and Amanda swallowed. Then opened her mouth to show that she had been a good girl.
“Good bimbo.” Samantha said and patted Amanda on the head. Then she flipped a switch and flooded Amanda's blood stream with a cocktail of drugs that would ramp up her sex drive and erode her sexual inhibitions. The drugs she was made to swallow were mostly there to make her mentally embrace her changes. Making her chose to be a bimbo.
Then she proceeded to cover Amanda's tits with a thick cream that would prevent her getting stretch marks. Amanda's head started filling with sexual fantasies and she squirmed with tingling of her erogenous zones. She tried to rub her thighs together in a desperate attempt to rub her clit. But her legs were tied too far apart.
Her body was on fire with lust and her mind was sparkling with a flood of synthetic hormones. She twisted and struggled against her restraints until she finally passed out.
Samantha set the new bimbos intravenous drip with a steady endorphin and oxytocin flow. Making her over sexed mind dream happy dreams about sex.
Then she released the wheel locks on the table and started rolling the bimbo back to her cage. On the way she met Mindy and Jizz Guzzler with what looked like a superheroine on a table on the way in.
“What do we have here? A superheroine.” Samantha asked with an approving smile.
“The Jizz Guzzler has been a very good bimbo. I think she is ready for a master.” Mindy said.
Behind her Officer Jizz Guzzler was bouncing in place clapping her hands like a kid on Christmas.
“A master! A master! A master!” Officer Jizz Guzzler said unable to contain her excitement.
“I may have something better than a master in mind for her.” Samantha said, patting the eager bimbo on the head. She wanted to stop the bimbos energetic bouncing, but it was so rewarding to see the once suborn feminist cured of her mental disorder of gender equality.
“Is it a brothel, mistress? Oh, you are going to sell me to the porn industry?” Jizz Guzzler asked.
“Easy girl. I haven't decided.” Samantha said, calming the bimbo down.
“I'll put this one through the tit treatment. Then we can put them both through the game together.” Mindy suggested.
A meeting with Abraxsas.
Mindy opened the two big double doors in to the warehouse. Letting in a big black van. With the words ‘Abraxsas Security’ on the side. Samantha was standing inside in the open area in front of the door. She was holding a cattle prod in her left hand tucked under her arm like a riding crop. In her right hand she was holding the bimbo known as Jizz Guzzler by a leash. Jizz Guzzler was kneeling by her side. Naked her hair combed back perfectly and tied in a tight knot. Her eyes was locked forward like soldier in boot camp.
A woman in a black and red business suit dress stepped out carrying a briefcase. Her every feature demanding obedience.
“Samantha Bitchtamer, what do you have for me today?” She said, cutting straight to business.
“Lexa Ironcunt, glad to see you again. This bimbo is ready. Her training is complete and I'm looking to unload her on someone who knows how to use her right.” Samantha said.
“We put a lot of time correcting Jizz Guzzler. She use to be a feminist, can you believe that?” Mindy said walking over to join in the negotiations.
“Is that your name, Jizz Guzzler?” Lexa asked. Looking down at the bimbo.
“Jizz Guzzler is what I am. You haven't told me what my name is yet.” The Jizz Guzzler said.
“I don't bother naming you bitches any more. You won't last long enough for me to remember it. At Abraxsas Security we breed a rare type of guard dogs. They have been breed and trained to gang rape superheroine intruders. That's how you are going to spend your future with me. You are going to spend eighteen hours a day getting gang raped by one pack of dogs after another. Dressed up like a superheroine, until you break. How do you feel about that?” Lexa asked.
The Jizz Guzzler bit her lower lip and let out shuddering breath before answering.
“Mistress hasn't told me how to feel about that.” She lied badly. Her arousal evident as her nipples just got hard enough to cut diamonds with.
“Do you two mind if a test the bimbo before buying?” Lexa asked. Taking out a plastic wrapped object from the briefcase.
“You know we don't mind. But maybe we should retreat to a safe distance.” Samantha said. Knowing what was to come, having seen Lexa's trials before.
They knew this would get rough even by their standards and they didn't want to get caught in the middle of the test. They walked up a metal staircase to an upper walk way were they could watch the warehouse bellow.
The Jizz Guzzler was handed a cheap Halloween store superheroine costume still in the plastic wrapper, by Lexa.
“You are to put this on and pretend you are a superheroine do-gooder and I'm the bad villain you have to stop at any cost. Do you understand?” Lexa asked.
“Bimbos don't understand, they don't have to. They just have to do as they are told. This bimbo will do as she is told.” The Jizz Guzzler said, as she started putting on the outfit.
Lexa walked over to the black van and stood by the sliding side door waiting for the Jizz Guzzler to get dressed. A half smile made its way on to her normally stern face. She knew what was coming and she loved it.
The Jizz Guzzler dressed swiftly and she was determined to play her part well. She couldn't imagine why they wanted her to act like one of those ice cunt bitches. But she was a good bimbo and that meant she did that she was told. Finally she slipped on the mask and took on the persona of a superheroine.
“Lexa Ironcunt, I am Jizzabel Gonzales queen of justice and I'm bringing you to justice.” The Jizz Guzzler said, her hands on her hips in a confident pose. Then she marched toward Lexa in confident strides. Lexa lifted an eyebrow in approval, liking the bimbos acting skills.
Then she slipped out a small remote control from her pocket and pressed a button, the side panel door on the van slid aside. Six huge mean looking dogs stepped out. The Jizz Guzzler faltered in her confident strides as the dogs lined up in front of Lexa.
“Omega pack, gang rape level ten. Get her.” Lexa said a full smile on her face. The dog pack advanced with a unified growl.
The Jizz Guzzler was first excited at the thought of getting ravaged by six pony sized dogs. But then she remembered her role as superheroine. She reawakened an old part of her mind, from before her correcting. The fear of being raped and humiliated by these filthy animals. Her heart was gripped in ice. She turned and ran.
She was in good shape, her huge tits the only thing slowing her down. She made it far, almost twenty feet before the first dog got a hold of her cape. She was pulled to the ground and the dogs started to expertly tearing her outfit.
They didn't strip her naked, not completely. They were trained to tear off all the bits covering her pussy, ass and tits. But they left enough so that any security camera recording would show a superheroine defeated by a pack of dogs.
The pack was glad to see their new victim make a common mistake. She tried to get up by getting on her hands and knees first. Leaving her exposed to mounting from behind by the alpha.
The Jizz Guzzler was held down by the muscular bulk of the monster dog mounting her. She felt the head of the beasts huge cock press against her wet pussy. The old part of her she had awoken from before the correcting was terrified but the part of her that was bimbo was getting aroused.
A low rumbling growl grew as the cock pushed ever harder. With a roar the alpha slammed his huge cock in her tight pussy. Stretching her painfully, making her scream loud.
They were breed and trained to take her roughly and they did. They were breed and trained to take their time making it last and they did. They were breed and trained to take her repeatedly and they did. They seemed to be competing, who could make her scream the loudest, until she was too hoarse to scream and they seemed to compete who could rape her the longest. Withholding her from the others, making them frustrated. Frustrations they would take out on her. Finally they competed over who would have her last.
It seemed to be down to the Alpha and a younger rival. The rest of the pack sat panting around her. There big red cocks hanging limp and spent. Though still ready to stop her if she tried to run. The Alpha hammered the knot of his cock in to her raw and battered cunt. Not as fast as before but making up for it by slamming in to her harder. The Jizz Guzzler was in agony. This was too much even for her corrected self. Her bimbo training was faltering, as she was getting harder to find pleasure in this. Her body was soaked in sweat and she was shaking with the effort of staying on her hands and knees.
The Alpha came inside her then dismounted. He looked defeated when he saw the other dog manage to mount the bitch one last time. He gave her one last extra rough fuck that she didn't remember the last of. As she passed out before it was over.
“So what do you think? Is she good enough?” Samantha asked coming down from the upper walk-way with Mindy in tow.
“She will do. I just hope she don't end up like the last one.” Lexa said as she ordered the dogs back in the van. The once feral looking dogs scampered back into the van more puppy-like now with their frustrations spent.
“What happened with her? She was on a near superheroine level of stamina. She should have been good for another year.” Mindy asked.
“Pregnant, I thought it was one of the staff who knocked her up. Turns out it was one of the dogs. Strange enough we found no sign of genetic tampering. I suppose it was one of those cases were the rules of chance that says there is a one in a billion chance of it happening, wins over the laws of biology that says it can’t happen. And I suppose I had her pumped with enough dog cum to make it happen.” Lexa said unable to hide a slight prideful smile at the thought of all the times she had the bitch raped by the dogs.
“Interesting. Now while I consider myself an artist, sculpting bimbos out of plain dull whores. I have to talk about the money.” Samantha said.
Lexa Ironcunt said nothing and opened her briefcase showing the money inside.
“Small and non-sequential bills?” Mindy asked.
“Per our usual agreement. And as always I'm looking for more cunts for my dogs to play with. Give me a call.” she said leaving the money. She managed to make The Jizz Guzzler come to and have her crawl into the back of the van with the dogs.
Before the door closed The Jizz Guzzler turned and spoke to Samantha and Mindy.
“Thank you mistresses, for putting me in my place and showing me my inner bimbo.” she said. One of the dogs mounted her again, having regained some strength. She looked over her shoulder as the dog mounted her then she looked back and gave her mistresses a smile.
The door slid shut and the van started rocking like a parked car on prom-night. They could hear The Jizz Guzzler orgasm as the van rolled away.
Back in the cage.
Amanda awoke back in her cage. She had been dreaming about sex. They were the most intense and uninhibited sexual dreams of her life. She had been fucking men, women, animals, monsters and things without relief. She had fucked in the dream thousands of times without orgasm and she had loved every minute of it. She had been spending the whole dream with a single minded focus on sex.
Now she was awake and breathing hard. There was something heavy pressing down on her chest. Opening her eyes they grew wide as she saw the huge mounds her tits had grown in to. They were big, firm and round. They looked fake, but the expensive kind with no scars.
Her attention on her tits was short as she noticed the fire burning in her cunt and the painful throbbing in her clit. Her hands flew to her dribbling wet fuck hole to work out her frustrations. She moaned loud as her first orgasm started building. She was almost there when the door to a cage opened and someone stepped in with hurried steps. Where was a loud smack and a sharp pain on her hand and she quickly drew it away. She resumed her masturbation as quickly as she stopped. Ignoring the pain in her hands. Again she was smacked on her hand and this time even harder.
“Stop that you greedy whore. You don't have permission to cum.” Samantha yelled.
“Stop whipping me. I need this.” Amanda snapped angrily.
Samantha's eyes saw red and she started pelting her with hits from her riding crop. Amanda curled up in a ball protecting herself from the strikes.
“You will learn to address your mistress with respect. You will learn to do as you are told and you will learn to earn your orgasm.” Samantha shouted. Then she stopped as sudden as she started.
“Mistress I need it badly. How can I earn it?” Amanda said after rolling off the bed and onto the floor growling before her mistress.
“Ok. You are going to play a game. Play it well and I might let you cum. Play it badly...” Samantha left the threat unfinished.
“I'll play good. I'll make mistress proud.” Amanda said eager to please.
“We will see. Come along.” Samantha said and walked out of the cage and Amanda followed. She saw mistress Mindy disciplining a girl in a ripped superheroine outfit. Soon she and the superheroine was strapped in to a chair. In front of them they both had a computer.
The computer mouse was under there right hand making them able to move the arrow freely on the screen. Wires ran from the computer to electrodes that were taped to their bodies. Except one wire that led to an electrically controlled IV drip.
“Ok bimbos. The game is easy. In this game you will be shown two pictures at a time. One is good one is bad. Click on the good one and the computer will make the IV drip give you a hit of the drug cocktail in the bag. Endorphins, oxytocin, nicotine and a few other goodies that will make you smile. Click on a bad one and you will get zapped, punishing you and every time you get it wrong it will zap you harder. There is a five second time limit at every turn and if you don't decide fast enough it will count as a wrong answer. If you are ever in doubt just look at this and be inspired.” Samantha said and pointed at a motivational poster of a cum smeared silicon bimbo in a pink PVC schoolgirl uniform. Underneath there was a text that read 'Bimbos are pink and don't think.'
The girl in the superheroine outfit was struggling against her restraints and demanded to be let free. But she was obviously not strong enough to break free.
Samantha pressed enter on the computers and a program started.
Two images appeared, one was of a man and a woman standing before an altar getting married. Everything was weary pink and fluffy. The other was a cum-smeared whore in an alley, getting gangbanged. Between the images there was a countdown ticking down fast.
She clicked on the fluffy pink image of the couple getting married without thinking. The shock made her twitch from her toes to her scalp and the other girl suffered the same fate.
“It's a figure of speech. It does not mean you click on anything pink. You have to see the spirit of the bimbo in the image.” Mindy said walking behind the girls like a panther on the prowl.
The next two images were of a woman riding a pink unicorn and the other was of a Latina woman who was performing on a donkey show getting mounted from behind. The woman's jaded eyes spoke of years of agonizing exploitation on the show. But her mouth had a perfect PAN AM smile.
Amanda clicked on the donkey show and the IV drip machine buzzed.
Amanda felt the warmth of the drugs flow through her. It wasn't a massive high like being on some party drugs. But it was a nice exciting warmth that left her even hornier than before.
Two new images appeared one was of a woman dressed as a doctor and the other was of a stripper twirling on a pole.
She clicked on the stripper and was rewarded with another hit of the drug mix. She lost track of time as she sat there playing the game. With every click she associated sex and submission with pleasure. Her every sexual inhibition eroding under the Pavlovian training.
Samantha and Mindy watched the two sluts play the game. They knew of scientists and evil geniuses who spent years developing mind control devices, nano-bots to rewire the brain, mind control drugs, brain rays and all kinds of overelaborate crap. The best method for re-shaping a mind was developed by a Russian by the name of Ivan Pavlov in the late 1800’s. It was intended for dogs, but sluts were all bitches. So it worked just as well on them.
Hours later.
Amanda and Sweet Candy Justice was now competing with each other. They were wearing something like a chastity belt that was cupped around there pussy's making it impossible to masturbate or find any kind of sexual relief. They were both boiling over with the drug induced need for sex.
Samantha and Mindy Bitchtamer was sitting in comfortable lean back chairs their legs spread wide. Amanda and Candy was on their knees, Amanda licking Samantha's pussy and Candy licking Mindy's pussy. Whoever was able to make there mistress cum the most would win an opportunity to have much needed orgasmic sex.
There tongues were flickering there clits like the wing of a humming bird, while their fingers fucked there pussy's. Mindy rolled her head back, licking her lips and let out a satisfied moan, then she pressed the button on the handheld point counter.
Soon after Samantha growled her orgasm. A metallic click added another point to the counter making the bitches even in points.
“Ok, you filthy whores. Next orgasm wins the screwing of a lifetime.” Samantha announced loud after her orgasm.
Amanda redoubled her effort, her tongue felt like it was about to cramp up and her arm felt like it was burning with the effort of making her mistress cum. She had a thought about how her mistress liked to dominate and subjugate the bimbos. She opened her eyes, her face was covered in sweat and the spray of Samantha's pussy juice. The mix stung her eyes but she forced them open. Looking up she caught her mistress eyes and gave her her most submissive and big eyed look.
Samantha looked down at the weak willed bitch servicing her cunt and saw her look up with big begging eyes that seemed to craving her harsh discipline and iron fisted control. She felt powerful, strong like she could break the whore at any time. It felt good.
She grabbed the little slut by her hair and mashed her face in to her cunt as she squirted her final orgasm over the sluts face. Making her the winner.
Amanda opened her mouth to ask what she had won, but hesitated afraid to displease her mistress. Samantha leaned back and petted her slut on the head, while Mindy had her orgasm.
“Good girl. You’re becoming a proper bimbo.” Samantha said in her post-orgasm glow.
“I won? I get to fuck now?” Amanda asked timidly, but with the desperate need for sex lending heat to her words.
“I suppose. I'll think of something later.” Samantha said nonchalantly.
Amanda let out a quiet growl in frustration as she clawed her fingernails against the metal of her chastity belt. But she forced her mouth to remain smiling.
“Now lick your drool of my thighs, you messy bitch.” Samantha said sternly.
Amanda wanted to demand the sex she had been promised but was worried by the mistress tone of voice. So she did as she was told.
Hours later.
Amanda was standing in her cage, her eyes looking blankly while her whole body was shaking with pent up frustrations. She had given up trying to claw through the chastity belt to get to her pussy and was now trying to will her body to orgasm. Her breaths were short and fast as she was focusing her mind on every nasty sex fantasy she could imagine. She was almost there just on the edge of cumming when there was a clang on the cage.
“You are not trying to have an orgasm without permission, are you?” Samantha shouted sternly.
Amanda gasped on fright and fell to her knees, crawling over to her mistress. So she could kiss her feet if she put her foot through the bars.
“NO! NO! NO! Mistress, I'm a good bimbo, obedient bimbo, a sex loving bimbo, horny bimbo.” Amanda said, terrified of losing her chance at sex at first, but her need for sex overcame her and the last of her sentence came out with a breathy heat.
“Remember how I said if you won you would get to have sex?” Samantha asked, watching the bimbo. Seeing how she reacted, how easy it was to make her react the way she wanted. Sending the sluts mood up and down.
“Yes, mistress. Yes.” Amanda said, eager as a puppy begging for a treat.
“Well the chance for sex I found is too good for a frigid bitch like you. Maybe tomorrow.” Samantha said fanning disappointment.
“Frigid!? I'm the biggest slut on earth. I will fuck anyone, anything, anywhere, anyway.” Amanda hissed straining to control herself, gripping the bars so her knuckles whitened.
“You know, you do look like you are almost horny enough. Maybe if you take two of these you will be horny enough.” Samantha said taking out two big red pills from her pocket.
Amanda pushed her face against the bars and opened her mouth wide. She swallowed like the good bimbo she was and was only happy to wear the thick pink leather dog collar with silver spikes.
Moments later she was being led by a leach down a filthy alley. The pills had pushed her sexual frustrations past the pain threshold and she was now in some kind of sex haze were everything was just rainbows and unicorns. There was no hallucinogens in the pills, she was simply cracking up under the frustrations of her libido and on the other side of the crack was bimbo land. Where everything was bubblegum and sucking cock.
Samantha brought Amanda to a stop with a tug on the leash and snapped her finger to gain her attention.
“I'm going to take of the chastity belt now. You are not to finger your own fuck hole. When we go around the corner we are going to film a porno. I want you to look in to the camera at all time and show the world what a whore you are. Do you understand?” Samantha said.
“Porno!” Amanda said gleefully skipping in place. Her mind filled with images of handsome men with tight oiled body's and huge hard cocks.
“Just play along. Listen to your inner bimbo and all will be ok.”
She was led around the corner and on to a street. Mistress Mindy pulled up in a mini bus, the side of the mini bus read ‘The Bitch Banger's Bus’. Mindy was holding a small digital video camera facing herself and talking to it.
“So we are here in the Bitch Buss and it looks like Samantha found another bitch on the side on the road. Let's talk to her and find out what she got for us.” Mindy said, turning the camera on Samantha and Amanda.
“I found her just wondering through the slums looking, hoping, to get gang raped. I asked her if she wanted to come with me and make a porno and she agreed. Didn't you?” Samantha said looking in to the camera. They turned to Amanda who had gotten detracted looking for cocks to fuck.
“Hmmm? What? Me, yes I agreed to fuck.” Amanda said fighting hard to stay on topic.
“So why are you here? Because you’re a slut wanting abusive sex or the money?” Mindy asked.
“Money? You didn't say anything about money? Am I getting payed?” Amanda asked, getting confused. She had been promised sex. But now she was giving some kind of interview. She was getting frustrated, but played along afraid to disappoint her mistresses.
“Wait, money? I'm getting payed?” she asked, confused.
“The slut didn't let me get to the money. She just wanted to fuck in front of a camera.” Samantha said.
“What a whore. Hop in, let’s see if we can find you some cock.” Mindy said laughing at the confused bimbo.
They got in the van and drove off.
The mock interview continued and Amanda caught on. She realized she was supposed to pretend to be meeting her mistresses for the first time. Samantha seeing that Amanda was doing well, pressed a button on a small discreet remote control. Amanda felt a mild prick under the thick leather collar as the tiny auto injector hit her with a small dose of happy drugs. Every time Amanda did good and acted like a bimbo slut, Samantha would encourage the behavior with another hit of the happy drugs.
She played along and answered all there questions. Every time she gave an answer that was slutty or made her sound air headed she saw that her mistresses smile and approve. She laid it on thick, saying things like 'I don't think, I just want to fuck.' 'As long as he spanks me after, I'm game for anything.' or 'All women need to be taken like a whore.'
“I think we found Amanda some cock.” Mindy said, stopping the van and pointed out the passenger side window.
Amanda looked down the alley, but it was empty except a dog rotting through a pile of garbage for something to eat. The dog looked up after hearing the familiar engine sound. Amanda was confused at first, but then she saw the dog get an erection. A red veiny cock the size of her forearm protruded under the dog.
“The dog has a huge cock.” Amanda exclaimed thoughtlessly and with a girly giggle
“Just the way you like it.” Samantha said with a smile and elbowing her in the side.
Samantha's smile looked friendly on the camera, but the elbowing was a firm direction to go out to the dog.
Her hope of fucking with some handsome guy was firmly dashed, but she doubted they would have sported a cunt splitter like that between his legs.
Naked except the wide dog collar, she walked out to the dog who met her half way. His tong lolled and he wagged his tail happily. He knew the mini buss and that it would bring a two legged bitch. He lay on his back exposing his belly and huge cock. Amanda knelt next to the dog and took his cock in her mouth.
Samantha picked up a dog whistle and blew in it hard. The ultrasound summoned dogs from all around. They came running like only an eager dog could.
Amanda was bent over, completely focused on the delicious dog cock in her mouth. She paid no mind to the sound of running paws approaching her from behind.
The Saint Bernard-Mastiff mongrel was running full tilt aiming for the ass of the woman working the other dogs cock with her mouth. He didn't bother slowing down before mounting the bitch. His cock slammed in to Amanda's pussy full speed. Amanda's cock hungry pussy was suddenly painfully stuffed with dog cock. She screamed around the cock in her mouth, but didn't stop working it.
Her eyes rolled back as the dog started humping her fast and hard.
She was finally getting it, the sex she was hungry for. Her first orgasm was like getting electrocuted. Her whole body twitched uncontrollably, she didn't moan or scream. She didn't even breath, she just stood there on all fours with a twitching smile on her face. Then she exploded in a primal scream as her cunt squirted with pussy juices. With the power of bimbo magic she was able to suck the cock of the dog laying on his back, despite the series of earthquake like orgasm.
Her mouth filled and over flowed with dog cum. She tried to swallowed it all but had to lick it up from the dog and ground. There was another prick from under the collar and she lapped up the cum with a big smile.
She looked around and saw she was surrounded big pack of stray dogs. Behind them stood Mistress Samantha and Mistress Mindy with a camera each filming everything. She shot the camera a big smile as the dog humping her from behind came inside her.
She was soon mounted by another dog and she was of in orgasmic wonderland.
They drove around the slums intruding Amanda to several other packs of stray dogs. Filming her fucking countless times by countless dogs. Her joy increasing with her exhaustion.
The sun was coming up over the horizon between the buildings when Amanda's body finally gave out and she passed out on the street.
Mindy was still filming as Samantha picked up the limp yet still smiling body of Amanda and carried it back in to the mini buss.
Later that day.
Sweet Candy Justice was unable to keep her hips from bucking in an uncontrollable fucking motion at the slightest thought of sex. Her whole body was humming with sexual energy. It was like standing on a razors edge. All her mental energy centered on the effort of not thinking about sex.
Her body was still filled with the drug induced lust and she had been left the whole night without a chance to relive her need for sex.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed in the cage staring blankly counting quietly to herself. Trying to detract herself from her thoughts.
It wasn't going well, sooner or later she would get to a number that would bring her mind back to sex.
She got to sixty three and her heart started pounding hard. She started counting slower steeling herself against the blood boiling thoughts. The number sixty nine sent her mind back to her first grade gym class changing room. Were the older girls had introduced her forcefully to the joys of lesbian sex.
She wailed her needs aloud. She was interrupted by a clanging on the cage.
“Keep it down. What's your problem, Bitch?” Samantha said in an angry voice.
“So horny. I can't even think about sex without losing control.” Candy whimpered.
Samantha stormed in to the cage and started slapping the little superheroine.
“What the fuck does a bimbo need control for? The only reason for a bimbo to have a brain is to think about sex. Now THINK ABOUT SEX!” Samantha commanded.
“Yes, Mistress.” Candy said cringing away from her mistress.
“What are you thinking about now?” Samantha demanded to know.
“Sex, Mistress.” Candy said between gasps.
“What kind of sex. Tell me.” Samantha said standing over the super heroine.
“Cocks fucking me. A lot of them. Holding me down spanking me.” Candy said ending in a moan making her jerk and twitch, clawing at the chastity belt cowering her clit and g-spot.
“You look almost horny enough for some proper bimbo style sex.” Samantha said with mock thoughtfulness.
“Yes mistress. I'm the horniest thing on earth.” Candy said coming up to her hands and knees. She looked her mistress straight in the eyes between kissing her feet.
Samantha dropped a control collar next to Candy.
“That is a control collar. It will let me reward you with a hit of a happy drug when you are doing good and punish you with an electric shock when you are doing bad. I intend to use it to brain wash you more making you into an even bigger bimbo slut, while you are getting fucked. How do you feel about that? Would you like that? Getting tamed and turned in to a bimbo sex slave.” Samantha said, looking down her nose at Candy. Smiling at the power she had over the slut.
“Yes mistress. I would love to be brain washed, just let me fuck.” Candy begged.
“Then put it on and follow me.” Samantha said as she turned around and walked away, knowing she would be obeyed.
Candy almost choked herself in her haste to put on the control collar, then she hurried to follow her mistress.
They came to a film set in a corner part of the warehouse. It was made to look like a teenage girl’s bedroom. Everything was in soft pink and lavender collars. There was a matching superheroine outfit laying on the bed. It was in a cheap glittering velour, with fluffy lace and frills. The bottom part was a short skirt that was stiffened so it stood near straight out like it was frozen in mid twirl.
“Take off the chastity belt and get dressed.” Samantha said pointing to the outfit on the bed.
“It won't come of.” Candy said tugging on the front plate that now bore her claw marks from hours of desperate pawing at the infernal thing.
“There is a clasp in the back. Didn't you know?” Samantha said with a smirk.
Candy gasped as she found a simple clasp in the back. She unhooked it easy and the thing fell to the floor. She said nothing and just stood there and looked at the hated thing. Samantha laughed at the confounded girl.
“You silly little bimbo. You didn't bother to look behind you. You were so busy clawing directly at your dripping fuck hole you didn't find the clasp. Why is that?” Samantha asked.
Candy's mind raced, she was sure she had done everything to get the thing of. She wondered briefly if it was some kind of trick. But she couldn't see how.
“I didn't think.” she finally said. There was a slight prick under her collar and a warm happy feeling flowed through her, as Samantha pushed the control button. Giving Candy a hit of the happy drug of endorphin.
“Good bimbo. Bimbo's aren't supposed to think.” Samantha said and patted the girl on the head like a good dog. Candy began giggling uncontrollably as her mind started to fray at the edges and give in to her inner bimbo.
“They are supposed to fuck.” Candy said after her giggling subsided. Samantha rewarded the bimbo with another hit of the happy drug.
“Now you are going to show the world just how good you are at fucking. We are going to auction you off on Bitch-Bay.com. So we need a promo video to show. So we are going to film you fuck in every way, all day, in all your holes.” Samantha said as she started setting up a video camera.
Candy dressed in the new superheroine outfit. The print on the chest read 'Sweet Candy Ass' on it.
As she finished putting on the outfit, mistress Mindy appeared leading a horse painted to look like a pink unicorn with a fake horn mounted on the head.
“First you are going to show what a good cock sucker you are.” Samantha said pointing to the horse.
Candy's eyes went wide and her mouth started to water at the sight of the huge hard cock twitching under the horse’s belly.
“Easy girl. We have to set up the cameras first. Then you get to play pony and the princess.” Mindy said and started setting things in order with deliberate slowness.
Candy was making a keening sound in agonizing frustration and paced on the spot, making her thighs rub together. Making them slick with the juices from her pussy.
She was made to sit through an interview were she was made to answer all kinds of questions. She gave short quick answers looking over her shoulder at the horse. Sighing every time she caught sight of its huge throbbing cock.
Finally she was given the 'go ahead'. She licked the saliva from the corners of her cock hungry mouth, when she opened wide and took it as deep as she could. Her hands worked the shaft as her mouth sucked greedily on the head. Her eagerness earned her another hit of the happy drug.
Her efforts was soon rewarded with an explosion of cum, overflowing her mouth despite her best attempts to swallow it all.
She needed no prompting and started to suck the huge cock hard again. Her entire being was concentrated on the task of making the horse cum. She became a cock sucking machine greedily devouring everything the horse had to offer until there was nothing left. The horse was finally led off the set, exhausted like he had run the longest race of his life.
Candy had a great time with the horse, but it didn't satisfy her burning pussy. The next shot seemed more promising. Mistress Mindy called it ‘Princess Pussy does the Hobo Parade’.
Samantha rolled out a table filled with sandwiches, beer and booze.
Mindy opened a back door and let in a long line of men. They were the filthiest mix of bums, drifters, tramps, transients and general winos found on the streets in the slums.
“Now, before you can eat you must have a turn on the slut. I want you to form an orderly line up to the bed. We want to see her humiliated, so I want to see spankings, face slapping if you fuck her up the ass make her lick your cock clean. Feel free to get creative. There is a ten dollar bonus if you can make her ask you to stop.” Samantha said.
“Just don't stop if she does. We are going for a shot that escalates from a gangbang to a gang rape. We got all kinds of enhancements: steroids, Viagra, and amphetamines. Everything you need to keep going and feel free to take your time. We have all day.” Mindy said.
The first hobo was unimaginative. He held her down and took her missionary style making her look him in the eyes the whole time. At first she thought he was Latina man or a light skinned black man. But as he pounded away at her sopping wet cunt, the sweat on his forehead started cutting lines of 'clean' white skin on his face. His every thrust sent wafts of a moldy stink from his cloths and his every breath was an eye watering agony. Despite the nasal assault Candy came hard. The much needed orgasm sent her body in to raptures spasms. At first she didn't scream or cry, she was unable to even breathe. But as the orgasm hit its apex she hugged the man tight and let out a long deep howling. Then she kissed him hard and deep, tasting his filthy saliva like sour beer and age old bong water.
He came inside her and she lay back enjoying the warm feel of his hot seed inside her. She was laying back in a dream like state with a true air headed bimbo smile in her face, not noticing the two new hobos getting in to bed with her.
A slap on the face brought her mind back to the gangbang. She was pulled up on to her hands and knees by two of the bums. They both had their pants unzipped as one got behind her and the other in front of her. One shoved his cock up her hungry cock starved cunt. She gaped wide, about to cry in joy. When the man in front shoved his cock in her mouth. He grabbed her by the head and pushed her face in to her groin. Her nose was mooched in to his greasy sweaty pubic hair. Forced to breathe through her nose she smelled the pungent cheesy stink. At first it made her cringe but she forced herself to make a happy face and was rewarded by another prick from the collar.
Samantha and Mindy both filmed the super slut getting fucked from different angles. They caught Candy responding to every sexual stimulus like a perfect slut. She was radiating with pent up sex hormones. They filmed her joyfully fucking and enduring the abuse of all the filthy men for hours. She was fucked in every way until she was equally filthy and cum smeared, unable to do nothing but lay there and take it with a big smile on her face. No one was able to make her say ‘No’ or ‘Stop’. But four were payed a bonus for a spectacular quadruple anal penetration and one particularly well hung hobo was payed a double bonus for making Candy pass out three times during one extremely rough pussy pounding.
Next day.
The next day Samantha and Mindy compiled the movies they filmed. The one of the superheroine formally known as Sweet Candy Justice, now known as Sweet Candy Ass, was posted on the Bitchbay.com. Bids on her sweet ass started rolling in immediately.
The video of Amanda Frisbey was made into a promotion video and was e-mailed to all major and minor porn producers, under the heading : “Will do any job 'rape ass cheap'” and her contract was soon picked up by ‘Rough Rape Equines Productions’, famous for such movies as ‘The Nun’ and ‘The Dozen Donkeys’, ‘Snow White and the Seven Pony's’, ‘The MILF and the Stallions’ and many other similar movies were the staring slut never performed in the sequel, because she was used up making the first movie.
Epilogue.
Scott Frisbey pressed play on the remote control starting the dvd. His old uncle was sitting in his favorite leather chair, half dozing with his blanket over his legs. A Jamaican maid in skimpy French maid's outfit was giving him a good view of her huge mocha cleavage as she picked up her employers brandy snifter. She looked up and gave Scott a hot smile as she caught him looking.
She gave him a nod toward the tall oak door leading to the office. He followed her admiring her big ass and wide swaying hips as she led the way in. He closed the door behind him and she knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. He could hear the movie start playing in the other room as she took his cock in her mouth.
She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, with expertise and familiarity. Scott came in her mouth as he heard an angry roar.
“THAT WHORE! She promised! Scott call my lawyer, I'm getting a divorce.” Mr. Frisbey shouted.
Scott Frisbey handed the maid a small glass vile with a green liquid in side.
“You put two drops in his brandy after he signs the papers. Not before! It will make it look like a heart attack.” Scott whispered to the maid.
“Yes master.” she said. Tucking the vile into her cleavage.
The end.