Amy looked surprised. She had probably expected Laura to want to be able to say “breast” or “woman”. “Why do you want to say Kitten Tits, sweetie?” she asked.
“It’s the name they want to call me at work,” Laura said.
“At the Department?” asked Amy.
“No, at… I work at a… bar,” said Laura. “On my days off.”
“And you need to say Kitten Tits a lot?” asked Amy.
Laura nodded.
“I’ll tell you what,” Amy said, smiling. “I’ll adjust the collar to let you say it. But if it’s that important to you, you won’t mind if I take away the name Laura for a week, right? So if you say Laura, you’ll get a shock?”
Laura was aghast. No, that wasn’t all right?
But then Amy was moving right up against Laura, and she was cupping Laura’s breast, and lightly kissing Laura on the cheek, and Laura felt the lust coming back. Laura wanted to be licked more. She wanted pleasure in her pussy. She felt her self-control ebbing away.
“It’s all right to take away the name Laura, isn’t it? Just for a week?” whispered Amy, nibbling at Laura’s neck and squeezing at her fuckballoons.
And Laura heard herself say, “Yes.”
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When she got home, Erica was waiting, kneeling and naked. It was nearly 10 pm. Erica must have been waiting for a while. Laura had her skirt pulled up and her pussy against Erica’s face before she’d even said hello. She needed this. She needed to use Erica right now, to have control over another woman. She grabbed Erica’s hair and pulled Erica’s face tight against her groin.
As she forced Erica to suck her twat, she remembered licking up the piss at the lingerie, and how humiliated and powerless she’d felt, and she gratefully released her own bladder. She felt herself pissing on Erica’s face, and into Erica’s mouth, and it felt so good that the orgasm started immediately and then continued to rock her for nearly a full minute. Her legs buckled and she ended up falling to her knees, still pissing. She didn’t care. Erica could lick it up.
It was only when she recovered from her orgasm that she saw the tears on Erica’s face. At first she assumed they were just from being pissed on, but then she realized that Erica had been crying when Laura came in and Laura hadn’t even noticed.
She reached out from her kneeling position to caress Erica’s face. “Baby, what’s up?” she said.
“At work,” Erica sobbed. “My boss assaulted me.”
Laura felt a mixture of emotions. That’s terrible, a part of her mind said, but another part said, is that all? “What do you mean, honey?” she said.
“He said I dress like a slut,” Erica sniffled, “and then he made me sit on his lap and he started groping my boobs. He said maybe I was slutty enough to get a promotion. And then he put his hand between my legs and I think he was going to feel my pussy, but then his phone rang and he let me up. I ran out of his office.”
Again, Laura thought several things. She thought, you DO dress like a slut, Erica. She thought, you ARE a slut. You fuck men. You fuck my friends. She thought, it’s about time her boss noticed. She thought, that’s nothing compared to what MY boss does to me – stop being a baby. She thought, I bet secretly you WANTED him to feel your boobs.
But mostly she thought: promotion?
“Oh my god, congratulations,” Laura said, and kissed Erica. Erica, confused, kissed her back. Erica’s mouth tasted of piss but Laura didn’t care.
“Why… why congratulations?” asked Erica.
“Because you’re going to get a promotion!” Laura enthused.
“What? No!” protested Erica. “He said that to make me… do things….”
“That’s how you get promotions, baby,” said Laura, kissing Erica again. This was wonderful. A promotion for Erica would help their money problems a lot. Laura wouldn’t end up stuck with no money for lingerie again and she wouldn’t have to lick up her own piss. She felt very loving towards Erica right now.
“I don’t want to…” said Erica.
Laura slapped her, hard, and then kissed her. “There, there,” she cooed. “Shut up, you dumb slut. I love you so much and you’re getting a promotion.”
Erica was confused and shocked and said nothing.
“I’ve taken away all your underwear,” said Laura, “so it won’t get in the way of you being promoted, and tomorrow we’ll dress you in your cutest dress, and you can go into work and get promoted.”
“No…” protested Erica, so Laura slapped her again, and kissed her again.
“Don’t be scared, I’m going to be so proud of you,” said Laura. “You’re going to go to work and you’re going to do whatever your boss says and I’m sure you’ll get a wonderful promotion. And then I’m going to love you and I’m not going to need to buy a Taser and see what it’s like to use it on your cunt every night.”
“I…” Erica looked scared and confused and horrified.
“You love me, don’t you?” asked Laura.
Erica nodded.
“I know you do because of the way you ask me to slap you and hurt you to make you a better girlfriend,” Laura said.
Erica didn’t remember asking for that and was silent, but Laura could tell what she was thinking.
“You ask me with your body, honey, and with how you behave. And you ask me because you love me. You do love me, don’t you?”
Erica nodded yes.
“And you want me to hurt you to make you a better girlfriend, don’t you?”
Erica didn’t know what to do. She nodded again, crying.
“Good little slut,” said Laura. She wasn’t even trying to be demeaning now – the phrase “good slut” made her feel happy and she assumed Erica would like it too. She pushed Erica’s head down until Erica got the hint and bent forward to begin licking up the piss. When she was done she took Erica to shower herself clean, and then the both went to bed together, where they cuddled and both, each in their own way, thought about Erica being molested by her boss tomorrow.
Laura fell asleep with a wet cunt.
Chapter 23
LAURA’S NEW HOUSE
Laura woke on Wednesday while Erica still slept, which was often the case these days. She crept gingerly from the bedroom and sat down in front of her computer, still as naked as when she had fallen asleep. She was of course required to bare her slutmelons to her blackmailer when using the computer, but seeing as she been forced to install cameras throughout her house to completely forfeit her privacy to him, she thought it would probably make her look stupid and foolish to cover her pussy just to use the computer.
She had been happy to find no new emails over the last few days, but her heart sank when she saw there was one waiting for her today. She read it.
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“From: You-Know-Who
To: The cunt-licking Slutbunny
I understand that today the Mayim Clinic are sending workmen to your house to make it more suitable for a dumb deeply-in-debt fucktoy like yourself. It sounds great. I have consulted with the clinic and arranged for them to go further than they strictly need to for your conversion to heterosexual sex – but every little bit helps, right?
Be a good little cunt-pet and give the workmen something to look at while they work. By which I mean that you are not to wear clothes today. Don’t put a single scrap of clothing on your body until this time tomorrow. Except, of course, for that cute little kitten-collar they gave you.
Also, you look prettier when you’re all slutty. Make sure your cunt is wet when the workmen get there, and every hour on the hour while they’re here you should do whatever it takes to get it wet again.”
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Laura took a moment to think about what she had just read. She was going to do it, of course – nothing had changed to make her any less afraid of her blackmailer or his knife – but she was desperately trying to think of a way to make it less bad. Could she just hide in her bedroom while they worked? No, she would have to answer the door and answer their questions. Could she get Erica to do it? No, Erica had to go work, to secure her “promotion”.
It was really going to happen. Laura was really going to go totally naked in front of strange men, with absolutely no explanation for why she was acting so sluttily. And she was going to do it with her cunt dripping and her whole body asking for sex.
Some part of Laura’s mind had already accepted this, because she realized she was rubbing her pussy already. It felt good. Everything was less awful when Laura was aroused – the humiliations weren’t as traumatic and it stopped her from thinking about the long-term implications of her slutty behavior. She bit her lip and squeezed her pubic mound, then worked her fingers into her fuckhole and began to slowly slide them in and out.
She wished she could just sit here fingering herself forever.
She couldn’t though. With effort, she pulled her hand away from her cunt and closed down her computer. Then she went to wake Erica.
She brought Erica to consciousness by licking the sleeping girl’s pussy until it started to generate its own moisture, and then painfully biting down on Erica’s clitoris. Erica jerked upright in a haze of arousal, pain and fear, which Laura knew was a good way to keep her girlfriend pliable and obedient. She pulled Erica out of bed, showered her (her face still smelled like Laura’s cunt), and then proceeded to dress her. Erica, scared but submissive, let Laura pick out clothes and then obediently put them on, despite the slutty choices Laura was making.
For a start, Erica was going without underwear. Laura had stolen the last of Erica’s lingerie anyway so Erica didn’t have any to wear. She found Erica an old white button-up shirt. It had been through so many washes that it had worn very thin in front, and Erica’s breasts were clearly visible through it, particularly the dark circles of her areolae and her perky nipples. In addition, it had last been worn by a slightly thinner Erica, and now Erica’s somewhat fattier tits bulged against it obscenely. It was designed to be worn with a bra, and looked whorish without one. As a last step, Laura took a pair of scissors and carefully weakened the strings holding all the buttons in place. Erica watched Laura do it and said nothing.
For a skirt, Laura found the shortest one in the closet. In was designed to ride low on the hip, exposing much of the panty line (if Erica had been wearing panties) but the hemline was high too. It mostly concealed the cunt and ass when Erica was standing still, but Laura found with delight that when Erica walked, the motion of her legs caused it to ride up and completely reveal her groin. Erica tried to counteract this by tugging at the hem as she walked, and Laura laughed when this motion pulled the skirt off entirely, making it slip off Erica’s hips and fall to her ankles, leaving her naked from the waist down. There was also no way to sit down in the thing without it riding up to above the hips.
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