Exposed Slut (part 5)

Part 5 –

As your step dad admired the photo he’d just taken of you, each hole dripping with cum two men in suits and masks lowered you to the floor from your collar attachment…. Maybe this was it, maybe the humiliation was over, you could go to the police explain what’d happen, be checked by a doctor and have a chance at recovering. But no they left your wrists tied down to the floor. You weren’t getting out of it this easily.

Dragging a chair across the room your step dad opened it and sat down. “Now slut, I wonder if you’re as much of a pain slut as your mother. You’ve already shown how wet you get thinking of being bred and carrying my baby as I fuck you, but I haven’t even scratched the surface of pushing your pain threshold. ” Collapsed and struggling to keep your head up and listen you could only muster the energy to roll your eyes at him.

“But where are my manners, I’ve taken the only seat in the room… Lads” he turned to the men in suits who had lowered you “slap her around a bit then give this damsel a seat”

Bred for fun – part 4

Part 4 – Bred for fun

Straining against the stocks your worst fears came true as the silhouette of the man came into focus in the mirror. Your body betrayed you though your cum covered cunt only getting wetter as you recognised who it was. Your step dad looked down at you, your peachy ass on clear display, cum dripping from each hole as your dress hung in tatters from your waist. “Please no… Not you” was what you tried to say against the plug in your mouth but to anyone looking on you just sounded like you were starting to moan as your step dad ran his fingers over your ass as he started to unzip. “Your friends told me to come along to this months ago, I knew from the day I first saw you what a pathetic slut you were, and I’m going to treat you just like I treat your mother, like a cheap whore, desperate to please”

He smacked you hard as you screamed. pulling the plug from your mouth he gave you a chance to speak “fuck off…. You disgusting..” SMACK. You felt the cane almost breaking the skin on your ass…

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Owned bimbo (part 3)

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Part 3 – owned bimbo

No sooner had you passed out on Andre’s thick cock you were being woken by being lifted over his friends shoulder and carried to a back room. Your plugged ass on display, your pussy visibly dripping. Cum leaking out of your mouth as you couldn’t do anything to resist… “Right little bitch, your friends said if you’re not screaming you’re not having fun, let’s see if they were lying”. You expected to see more hung black guys waiting for you but as you were bent over and your head placed into stocks, your hands either side and it locked over the top, you saw the sign…. “Special one night only, £5 entry money back if you make her cum” by the door entrance. £5 you thought, that’s all you were worth, and if they did a good job they got it free.

At least you could imagine it was your celebrity crush raping you and shut your eyes. But just as the thought came to you a large mirror was placed in front so you saw every second of who was doing what to you.

A birthday surprise

As you shifted into your baby pink dress you could already feel your new tits threatening to spill out but there wasn’t time to change now, and hey what’s the point of bigger tits if you don’t get to show them off. Now the next choice underwear or not, bending over in the mirror you could see the outline clearly on your ass, that wouldn’t do. Pulling your panties off you could already see a little damp spot, fuck were you already horny from seeing your new tits wrapped in your favourite dress.

Not knowing what your friends had planned they’d simply given you a hotel address you turned up and clicked your heels up the stairs to the entrance. It was obvious the doorman was checking you out, as he opened the door you not so subtlety brushed your ass against his clearly visible bulge. Thankfully your friends were just inside at the bar having a few drinks. But it was the olive skin bar tender that caught your eye, his rolled sleeves struggling to contain his veiny arms as he shook the cocktail shaker. Walking over to your friends who all giggled as they complemented your new additions to your body the bartender stared you down. Locking eyes he simply said “sex on the beach?” In a low tone…