Slave Slut Sisters Face the Music by KristinKailey

Chapter 1: The Tulsa Twins

“Which would you like to use today Master?” Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The vast array of toys came in a host of colors ranging from pink and red to black and blue. There were toys with ridges, bumps, and even little eggs. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a range of shapes, sizes and features and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, clips, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah’s sister Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the room, her firm legs spread with a heavy steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankles with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were identical twins and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cookie cutter suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of worker ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from Empire Records.

Larry was in his early sixties, overweight and generally unattractive, but that didn’t matter because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of little whores with stars in their eyes and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With regard to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the fast track. Every billboard, article and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa Twins. “This one,” Larry said as he picked up a long floppy rubber pink dildo that sprung back and forth in his hand. He moved to hover over Lauren’s supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his modest home. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the need to flaunt it like some men. Most of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn’t been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weight rested on her arms, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her body, hadn’t been washed in at least a week. “You really do smell disgusting Lauren,” he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a long time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn’t even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry hole and locked it in place. “You really shouldn’t have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,” he lectured. “I’m going to make you regret what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life.”

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentences repeated habitually for the past six years. On most days this simple ceremony was the most human contact she received all day; a small amount of torture, then back to isolation and madness. After a year she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.

Her book wasn’t slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and more. But she didn’t need to be so ugly and public about it. “You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my power and connections to make you stars,” he said as he ***********ed the perfect anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren’s sore, aching tits. In fact, her nipples spent the majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief periods of liberation each day were somehow more painful?

“You were very kind for jump starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,” squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren’s book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last press release simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and find a nice man to take care of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many bright eyed girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the limpness of her body as her empty eyes stared past him. There was nothing left in her to torture, but that didn’t mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had thoughts of publishing allegations of their own. She was a living meat doll whose existence had been reduced a few simple words; don’t fuck with Larry Perlman.

“Deborah, be a good little doll and put this thing back in its cage,” he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

“Absolutely Master,” Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tits as she grabbed her sister by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bound as she was but her twin was doing most of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat like movement as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.

“I’m so sorry Master; all those mean, untrue things my sister said about you in that book…”

She climbed up on his lap and he could feel her heat against his body.

“Don’t worry about it Deborah, that was a long time ago.” Larry kissed her neck and heard her purr.

“It still bothers me. I just feel like I have to make up for what she did. It’s my purpose.” *Hypnosis will do that.*

He smiled at her and moved his lips closer as his pole slid inside the wet, willing hole that had become Deborah Tulsa. “If that’s you feel I understand,” he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his manhood deep into her juices and inner folds. “This was all your decision.”

As Larry enjoyed the warmth of his slave’s flesh wrapped around his member, his thoughts were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah’s ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and body of the most desirable woman on the planet; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2: The Arrival

I had gotten lost three times while trying to find the correct house. I never was very good with directions. There were just so many streets and so many names and numbers for me to keep track of. When I finally found the right address, I was confused. The residence didn’t look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous music executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the right house. I approached the modest door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the promenade where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire Records. He said he fell in love with my little street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few moments and the muted thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an overweight yet gentle and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the naked, sweat covered forms of two lean blonde girls sprawled out on the floor on full display but I couldn’t see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the rich and famous lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I’m certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman’s eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small feet which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the shiny black latex mini skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my firm little breasts that pushed against the thin material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean jacket and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an excellent poker face. I couldn’t tell if he was pleased, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight on my high heels nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my best friend scored tickets to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature dance moves and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must have practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and squeeze my small left breast, lick my right forefinger, jiggle my breasts, slide my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right breast. Deborah’s move was a lot harder. She would spread her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front where her vagina was up the back past her anus, and then she’d spin around, arch her back while thrusting her ample breasts out and grab and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one right but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal blue eyes were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman’s living room. Deborah was on all fours with a creamy white substance that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous talents going at each other in his living room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me? How could my dark hair compare to their blonde tresses? How could a petite little half breed oriental like me be in the same league as two gorgeous pure breds with such amazing bodies? Mr. Perlman’s eyes met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my long black hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty lips with my soft saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to pass out from the nervousness. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I’m Kristin Kailey,” I said, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Chapter 3: Assessing the New Talent

Larry looked over the little half breed minx who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in frame and not as busty as some of the other performers he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin’s lithe little body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear; he imagined how an enlarged ass might push the confines of her latex skirt and found himself becoming stiff at the thought of molding her into a perfect reflection of his imagination. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could have been the presence of the twins. Larry noticed that she couldn’t take her eyes off them, as if hungry to take their place and be morphed to be just like them; a little blonde bimbo slut who would shake her tight little ass for the cameras, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her fans. Indeed the twins would be an important factor in negotiations for certain.

“Hello Miss Kailey, it’s such a delight to see you. You are a vision of beauty,” Larry said while brushing my dark hair and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn’t even flinch when he pressed his fingers to my full lips and pried at my mouth. “Well, come on in,” he said with a motion of his hand.” Oh and let me introduce you!” The twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their knees, not speaking until spoken too. “If only all cunts could be trained this well,” he thought to himself. “These are the Tulsa twins. They’re old talent of mine but have since decided to live a more quiet life. Being a star isn’t for everyone you know,” Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious signal.

“It certainly wasn’t for me Master,” she said with bubbly enthusiasm. “It’s so much nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some time to know that’s what I wanted.”

*Good little push pet*, Larry thought as he looked at Lauren meaningfully. If she cooperated tonight he had agreed to let her out into the sun for a walk in the park; just like she and her sister had once enjoyed during the more innocent days of his tutelage.

“Yes. We’re- we’re so lucky” Croaked Lauren, voice sore from underuse. When she got half way through her line she began to cry.

“She’s overwhelmed,” Larry quickly adapted, “She just can’t help but feel grateful. The Tulsa’s had a hard life before making it big.”

“Oh yes, we’re just so lucky to have met you Sir,” piped up Deborah, who was always good at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping sister’s line. “It’s really nice to meet my successor. I hear my Master has some really big plans for you.”

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each other and an open center. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the girls, the same sort that Larry served to all the young, starry eyed cunts who entered his office or home. He directed me to take a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex skirt on more than one occasion. Normally I would have become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my legs widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

“Certainly it was just another pussy” he thought, “but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the world would crave to be wrapped around their shafts. She’d learn the ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the hard work it took to make it to the top. She’d learn that lesson just like the Tulsa’s had.”

Larry leaned forward and smiled. “Ok Kristin, so you’re obviously an amazing singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn’t just about how good you can sing. I wish it was, but it’s a highly competitive market. That’s why you need producers like me in your corner. I’ve worked with a lot of famous people, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently Taylor Slut. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the point they’re at. You’re willing to trust me right? “Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his best look of sincerity. ““Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you.”

Mr. Perlman was so nice. I definitely didn’t expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial nervousness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn’t believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was! Of course she was naked and being used as a piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there! I couldn’t help but to stare at her perfect body. Her large breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a minor adjustment in her position. The glistening moisture around the folds of her exposed bald pussy that seemed to ache with desire and the way her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

*Okay, calm down, smile, sit up straight, and thrust your little tits out. You can do this!*

I brushed my long black hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the music business. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my perfect little white teeth were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. Tease him a little and he’ll make you a famous performer. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can show him what a star you can be.*

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren’s back and as I took hold of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth skin. I could see her body react with visible goose bumps and a slight movement as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara laden tears that continued to drip silently off her face.

*Oh my god! I just touched Lauren Tulsa! Best day ever!*

I took a big sip of the delicious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to feel flush and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren’s back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her supple pale skin, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to feel the pink nipples at the ends of my perky little breasts stiffening against the silky fabric of my red camisole. They were so stiff that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bigger and harder as the sleek material rubbed them with each almost undetectable movement and the sensation was starting to make me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the various acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn’t focus on it for more than a couple seconds at a time and my bright blue eyes kept moving back to Lauren’s rear end. I couldn’t stop staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more aware I became of my own hairless little pussy. My clit began to swell, peeking out from behind its fleshy little hood as the stretchy tissue of my soft pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck hole is aching. I want to feel my fingers in my whore hole. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly right now. I want to touch my aching dripping cunt.*

It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch and I was using all my energy to keep my hand from flying up my latex skirt to give myself instant relief. This was like torture and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to tolerate it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn’t notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn’t affect my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite dark haired girl in front of him and a smile crept across his face. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was body language and she was signaling interest. Her smooth shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to make her famous that may or may not have been done consciously. “Kristin Kailey is already quite the slut and she hasn’t even finished her tea yet,” he thought. “With a little more prompting, who knows how far a bitch in heat like her could go.” He could see that the girl was panting now, her blue eyes wide. She obviously loved the twins.

“It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me.” Larry’s words dripped like soft honey to the small half breed girl whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers. “I know! In situations like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you’ll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to have them satisfy those urges my carelessness inflicted on you. Finish your tea first though,” he instructed. “After which why don’t you unwind Kristin.”

Larry reached out and took my delicate soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister’s back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small breasts felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little breasts, forcefully raising my arms with one hand until the garment was free from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It’s just fucking, so what? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn’t care who was playing with me as long as my body got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my tight little bald pussy and bent me over Lauren’s back. My small breasts and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren’s perfect soft pale white flesh. I wasn’t sure if the goose bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little body or the excitement of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her body against my own. Her frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn’t even think about the fact that she was crying. My own desperate state of arousal blocked off any thoughts that didn’t emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe. “Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand sweetheart?” I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little hole and Mr. Perlman gave my exposed ass cheeks a hard slap, causing my tender flesh to glow a bright red shade as his words ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I’m being fucked; I must make everything about performance and show myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience.*

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to have sex with the amazing Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and spread my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little puckered anus upwards and exposing the smooth hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My soft fleshy pink folds were glistening with the slick pussy juices that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight little sex hole and into a small puddle at the small of Lauren’s back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my part of it was worthy of such a venerable partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn’t about sexuality. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show; my personal sexual preferences didn’t matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting forth the best presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah’s bright pink strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my soft tissue, exerting slight pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber cock into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a little deeper with each stroke until she was deep inside me, the full length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her hips slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a consistent tempo that could have easily matched the beat of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little bitch in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her large breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren’s. I was the filling in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible feeling of my life. I felt Deborah’s hot breath on my earlobe, her wet tongue stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black hair to the side and licking the back of my neck with long strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale blue eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my breathing was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren’s warm body until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah’s strap on cock into my tight little cunt. I grabbed her heavy udders and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingers finding their way to her abused nipples and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah’s soft saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren’s thick pink nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4: The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the show that his girls were putting on for him. “Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,” he thought to himself as his eyes focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her body. “She was born for this and is clearly a complete and total slut in every sense of the word.”

Sweat dripped from my forehead as my soft pink tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this display and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of fuck doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my state of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and movement of my little body.

“Deborah, stop. Kristin come here.” he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to stop fucking me, I couldn’t help but to notice how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra thrusts. Her obedience was complete and immediate. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged copious amounts of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my slick honey moving about on the sensitive pink flesh that was currently the center of my universe. Such noises would have embarrassed me under normal circumstances but of course the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my deteriorated state I thought such carnal melodies must be a good thing as surely they enhanced the performance that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don’t stop, please keep going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, please make me cum.*

The words dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with drips of saliva. I didn’t want her stiff rubber cock to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah’s skilled hips and hands working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost ready to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt foggy and the only thing I could focus on was the orgasm that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

Following Deborah’s example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist hole between my slender legs and walked in his direction. I didn’t even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless slit that glistened with my juices was well on display as were my perky little tits with rigid pink nipples standing at attention. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway models do at the Fashion Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my diminutive body and in that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his feet, bow my head and lick his shoes. He looked so incredibly superior and there could be no question that I on the other hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn’t care either. Logic and reason which had never been my strong suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pink tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water. I noticed his exposed cock pulsing and twitching, I couldn’t take my pale blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could imagine with it and a few things I couldn’t. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hands twitching and I noticed his cock begin to pulse. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size difference between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile; he was big, strong and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission; of cock and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong hands lifting my little body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the delicate folds of my pussy and I felt his breath on my sensitive pink flesh. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his head and as I felt his tongue touch the swollen tissue of my clitoris sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite body. I arched my back, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my silky black hair danced behind my head. His words only increased the sensations and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I’m going to be a star. I’m a great performer. I have a beautiful body and delicious pussy juices.*

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to feel his cock filling my tight little love hole and my pussy was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his hard cock began to poke at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should resist. I didn’t want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to fight it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered little hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme sense of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of times, the ever present pain in the rear canal between my firm ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the same feeling but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my toned little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff flesh that filled me, finding new angles and positions to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My breathing was heavy and a shiny sheen of sweat was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive feelings and dominance of Mr. Perlman all mixed together. I was having visions of leashes and restraints, submission and a variety of sex acts as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my rightful place in the world and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my tight little ass.

“Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wonderful performer and you have such a beautiful body,” he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my earlobe. “God, she’s beautiful,” Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his manhood. “She’s absolutely stunning, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on stage, her half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the crowd, she’ll be luring the next generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interviews she’ll spread her cheeks and pussy lips, showing the world how a good little whore should be displayed. She will be a perfect living, breathing piece of propaganda.”

I was on the edge of the orgasm that I had craved for so long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman’s cock as it drove deep inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well. “That’s it, Kristin, back straight, chest popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there’s a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, cameras and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,” he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the hard nipples that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nothing more than a cock hungry slut, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side table next to him as the slaps of my skin against his own mixed with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty pink collar with the word “Star” emblazed on it with genuine diamonds. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my performance with admiration.

“Kristin, listen,” he said pulling out the contract he kept in the same table drawer. It was the contract that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the cock that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to reach orgasm. The words blurred as I tried to focus on the conditions:

1. The client hereby signs away her freedom to Empire Records for the period of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, saliva, pee, girl cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of Empire Records and can be sold or used at the discretion of said license holders.

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5. The client hereby surrenders all control of her body, time, and decision making to Empire Records and its representatives.

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7. Empire Records reserves the right to make any changes to the client’s body or mind.

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9. And of course the all-important clause:

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11. The producer in charge of the client is seen as a living embodiment of Empire Records and must be obeyed at all times.

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“If you sign this, it will make you famous,” he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn’t think straight and my brain was foggy. I didn’t know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn’t matter. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my best interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the bottom with haste. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in place with a small heart shaped lock.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a person. I wasn’t even a cunt at this point. No, I was just a possession of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman’s cock with my shapely ass until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my puckered little anus just before the last of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple body.

“Let me help you down there sweetie.” he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my weak legs failed to support my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was wide in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a soft drizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun. “Well, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewelry too,” she said with a smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and blue flower nipple piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would cause my tits grow to enormous size over the next few months. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5: Full Circle

The large heavy silver bells that dangled from the thick rings in my stretched pink nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony with each movement my little half breed body made as I crawled on hands and knees on the stage. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the heaviness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a part of my body now and my fans loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the delicate silver chain leash wasn’t attached to the pretty pink collar that had been locked around my slender neck for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the presence of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky little bitch in heat I was and it was true. I was very lucky to have him as a Master and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar tingles filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the changes Master made to my body to make me a better performer was to increase the amount of juices my pussy produced. Normally they would just drip down my smooth tanned thighs and puddle wherever I happened to stop, but sometimes Master would use a special pump on my pussy to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juices that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of course Master made sure that my heavy milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little white droplets formed on the tips of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde girl with firm little tits who controlled my leash was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt that locked up her sensitive flesh and a pair of shiny black thigh high platform boots with red laces running up the front. Naturally Master owned her as well. “Come on little Krissy Kunt, be a good toy,” she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my modified bimbo whore body much better than Kristin. What kind of a name is Kristin anyway? The public knew me as Krissy Kunt and that’s what I was to them. I brushed a strand of my long platinum blonde hair from my pale blue eyes as I crawled. Master had dyed my black hair a long time ago to make me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word WHORE across my face with my mouth forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my smooth hairless pubic mound, words like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling tits, firm round ass and flat tummy. My anus had even been tattooed to make it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to crawl back across the stage the way we came. She pointed to a small puddle of my slimy cunt juices mixed with several drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large tits pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My modified pussy was certainly well on display for the crowd in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with several studs running down the side of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy open wide and on display at all times. A performer has no secrets and no modesty, every inch of me should always be on display at all times. At least that’s what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft pink tongue which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other girls. The large silver ring that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own delicious pussy juices and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening layer of my sticky saliva on the floor before being led to the next puddle of pussy juices and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off stage and handed my leash to my Master before she knelt obediently at his feet. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a prized animal and being looked at in that way made me even hornier than I already was. At the sight of my Master I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my tits for him, just as I had been taught.

“Just look at how well trained she is,” he said as he turned to the gentleman. “The dumb bitch will give you years of pleasure my friend, plus you’ll be the envy of all your buddies. How many guys can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt?”

“That is a good point, and I’m sure I’ll get plenty of good use out of her,” the man replied, “but I’m really looking to buy her as a present for my daughter’s nineteenth birthday. She’s just crazy about Krissy Kunt and I did promise I’d get her a pet. But what about you Mr. Perlman, won’t I be depriving you of your star performer?”

“Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her career is over. The petite blonde girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her place and be an even bigger star.” Master had no sooner finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink Star collar that had graced my neck for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome collar that was cold against my skin and pressed into my delicate flesh. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy’s neck and locked it in place. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman’s next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before grasped my leash and gave it a hard tug, causing my anus to spasm in response, I considered my career as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the pussies I ate and the cocks I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and mouth as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the changes that had been made to my once perfect little petite body. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted? For some reason I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a star at all, at least not like this.

My new Master tugged a second time, this one even harder than the last and I dismissed the silly thoughts in my brainless bimbo head, obediently crawling behind him, my large udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each movement forward to the life that awaited me as his daughter’s new pet.

The End.

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