Laura accessorized the outfit with some of her own stockings. Laura didn’t often wear stockings but she had a few. This pair were designed to clip to a garter belt to hold them up. Laura clipped the outer clasps to the inside-top of the skirt, creating an constant elastic downwards pull on the entire skirt that would need to be countered by actively pulling it upwards from time to time, and she clipped the inside clasps onto Erica’s labia, which stretched Erica’s pussy lips outwards painfully and displayed the pink inner folds of her twat in a very attractive way.
The second to last step was a pair of very high heels that left Erica teetering and wobbling. Laura kissed Erica on the lips and told her she looked beautiful, and then gave Erica the last step – one of her aphrodisiac pills. She didn’t even hide this one from Erica – just popped it in her lover’s mouth and told her to swallow. Erica obeyed.
Laura looked at what she had created. Erica looked like a walking invitation to rape – a woman whose only thoughts were of being degraded and fucked – and Laura knew that when the pill kicked in in an hour or so, that’s exactly what Erica would be. There was no question but that her boss would fuck her if he wanted to, and there was a good chance the horny and sluttily-dressed Erica might secure some attention from other men as well.
Laura knew she was sending her lesbian lover to be raped by men – and not even in the controlled conditions under which she had pimped Erica to Michael. It could be traumatic and humiliating and maybe unsafe. But Laura really need Erica to win that promotion and get paid more, and besides, the thought of Erica suffering the same job-related harassment and abuse that Laura had been enduring felt satisfying and just. Erica SHOULD have to endure the same things Laura did – that was what girlfriends were for, to share the hard times with you.
And maybe, Laura thought, after Erica had been fucked, she might possibly come home with cum still in her pussy, and Laura could lick it out….
She squashed that thought. It was so insanely slutty. She wasn’t that person. Instead she led Erica to the door, and sent her out to drive to work and be raped by her boss. Then Laura went and sat down naked on the couch and masturbated while she waited for the workmen to arrive.
They turned up a little after nine. The doorbell rang, and Laura went to answer it. By now she was on the edge of orgasm herself. Her tits were swollen, her nipples erect, her cunt slathered with moisture and aching for attention. She felt slutty and embarrassed and was finding it hard to think straight, but nevertheless she opened the door.
Outside were three men in the typical clothes of tradies. They were neither handsome or ugly – although the youngest of the three might have been cute, Laura thought, if she was into men – but they were certainly very male. And here was Laura, standing nude in front of them, reeking of sex.
“Well, this makes sense,” said the youngest of the three, and one of the others chuckled. Laura didn’t know what they meant by that so she ignored it.
The lead workman said, “We’re here for the installations you asked for. The work order says you go by “Laura” but also “Kitten Tits”. Which would you prefer to be called?”
Laura opened her mouth to say her name, but then stopped. She’d given it up, hadn’t she? To Amy, in exchange for her work name? If she said “Laura” she’d be shocked. She wanted to give them some other name – maybe Erica – but that wasn’t what they had asked. She could only say one thing.
“Kitten Tits,” she said, meekly. She half expected Amy to have not made the change, and for the shock to come anyway, but it didn’t. She was allowed to call herself Kitten Tits.
The man at the back laughed again.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Kitten Tits,” said the lead workman, hiding a smirk. “Should I call you ‘Miss Tits’?”
No, he couldn’t, Laura knew. That wasn’t an allowed name. “No, call me Kitten Tits,” she said.
“And very nice Kitten Tits they are too,” he replied. He had stopped pretending to look at Laura’s face now, and was just staring at her boobs. And her cunt.
“Well, um, I’ll let you get to work then?” she said, and stepped back to let them in. They followed.
Laura had been half-worried the men might just rape her, finding her so obviously sexually accessible, but to her relief they did indeed go to work, albeit while taking every chance they got to stare at her puffy, wet twat and her large fuckbags. But any relief she had evaporated once she saw they word they were doing.
Their first action was to go throughout the house and remove all the doors. They took off the doors to the bedroom, the corridor and the office. The only ones they left were the exterior doors, and the doors to the toilet and bathroom. On both of those they hung a new sign – it was a public toilet “Men’s” sign, denoting a male-only bathroom. They put heavy traffic cones in front of these doors when they were done, blocking Laura’s access.
The effect of removing the doors was that there was nowhere private for Laura to hide in the house while the work was done. She was in full view of the workmen the whole time. By the time the first hour was up, and the workmen had moved onto their second project, Laura realized she was going to have trouble getting her cunt wet again. She had planned to hide in her bedroom and masturbate back to arousal but there was a workman actually IN her bedroom, doing something.
She settled on sitting on the couch in the loungeroom. She had thought she might be able to sit there as demurely as possible and surreptitiously stroke her cunt when no one was looking, but almost as soon as she sat down, she thought “feminist” and found she had an overpowering need to spread her legs. She did so, blushing, and the younger, cuter workman, who was walking past, stopped to look at what she was showing him.
“That’s a nice pussy,” he said.
“Thank you,” said Laura, still blushing. She wanted to close her legs but she couldn’t bring herself to.
“So I knew with all this stuff we’re installing that you were probably kind of… promiscuous,” said the workman, “and if you want to have a little fun when we’re done I’m up for that, but you know you have to pay us in real money too, right?”
Laura panicked. Pay? She couldn’t pay?
“It’s all right,” called the lead workman, from the kitchen. “It’s all paid for already.”
Laura breathed a sigh of relief
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with her when we’re done,” he added.
Laura froze. The man clearly meant it. They were going to fuck her. And why wouldn’t they think that would be all right, the way she was acting? She was practically inviting them to use her.
She could tell them no, of course. That she didn’t want sex with them. But… after the teasing she had given so far – and would probably continue to give – might they not just rape her if she said no? And wouldn’t that be worse?
She wasn’t on the pill. If they fucked her cunt, she could get pregnant.
“I… ” she started to say. What was she going to say? “I can’t fuck you,” she said. Her collar buzzed. It seemed “fuck” wasn’t something she could say a lot. She saw the workman in front of her looking disappointed at her refusal – and angry. She needed to bargain. “I’m not allowed,” she added. “But I can… when you’re done, you can cum in my mouth or on my slutballoons, if you want.”
The workman’s face brightened. “Sounds good!” he said. He stepped forward and grabbed Laura’s left tit before she realized what was happening, and squeezed it firmly and painfully. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “They’re real!”
Laura blushed.
“Get back to work, Casey,” said the workman in the kitchen. “Fun’s for when you’re done.” Casey, chastened but grinning, blew Laura a kiss, and got on with his work.
Laura took a deep breath, glad to not be raped right now, but scared of what she had promised. Then, abruptly, she realized she no longer needed to masturbate – her cunt was gushing with lubricant already. It seemed her body was enjoying the thought of what she had promised.
With the doors removed, the workmen turned to the curtains. They removed the curtains throughout the house, stripping the privacy from every window. The only room that couldn’t be seen from either the front or backyard became the lounge room, and only then when the front door was closed. Laura watched as they swapped the contents of the bedroom and the office, moving the bed she shared with Erica up the much smaller room that faced onto the street. She realized that anyone walking past would be able to see into her bedroom. The bed was right in front of the window, for maximum display.
Then the younger two workmen went out into the backyard. Laura was reluctant to follow them, naked as she was, but she could see what they were doing through the windows. One appeared to be building an outdoor shower in her backyard, and the other was making changes to the fences that bordered her neighbors’ yards – making them much lower, closer to waist-height.
“Don’t worry, we got permission,” said the senior workman. “We asked your neighbors if they’d be happy to lower their fences to get a better view of the pretty girls next-door, and they all said yes.”
Laura was almost glad of the change of rooms now – her neighbors, standing in their yards, would now be able to see right in to the room that used to be her bedroom. Although being visible from the front street wasn’t really better.
The senior workman was going around the house making changes to the chairs, He was adjusting a little under half of the chairs in the house by adding a rigid rubber phallus to them. It sat right in the middle of each chair, poking upright, and it was clear that a girl couldn’t sit on the chair comfortably without allowing the dildo into her cunt. A few of the chairs were given a more elaborate double-dildo, with a shorter protrusion behind that was obviously intended to penetrate the anus.
After he finished the first one, the senior workman invited Laura to try it. She shook her head, embarrassed.
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