Laura nodded “yes”. Candy said, “Yes, sir,” in a dull, numb, voice. Katy’s reply was an increase in the misery of her sobbing.
“I have plans for all three of you,” Alistair continued. “Beyond just getting you to have a lesbian orgy on my office floor every morning. But this is a good start. Oh god – I’m about to cum. Remember to hold it, Laura.”
Laura did remember, although when Alistair began to flood her mouth with delicious cum it was hard to resist her urge to swallow. She managed, though, and eventually pulled her lips off his dick with a mouth full of hot, sticky semen.
“Good girl, Laura,” Alistair sighed, stroking her cheek. “Now, cum always goes where a lezbo slut least wants it. So where do you think that is?”
Laura had a good idea. She watched as Katy orgasmed unwillingly from Candy’s tongue, and when Candy finally rolled off the petite Christian brunette, Laura crawled between Katy’s legs. When Katy realized what Laura was doing, she tried to struggle, but Alistair made Candy hold her still. Slowly, Laura used her tongue to push the cum from her mouth up inside Katy’s twat, inseminating the pretty girl with Alistair’s jizz. It felt good – it felt right – and although Laura knew she was raping and impregnating an unwilling girl, she was laughing inside. If Katy was struggling this hard now, how hard would she struggle if she knew she wasn’t even on contraceptives anymore?
Chapter 27
LAURA THE WHORE
The Mayim Clinic’s next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it.
When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn’t strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance.
Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day.
“Laura,” asked Amy after a while. “Are you a good little hetero yet?”
Laura moaned. She didn’t know how to answer. She wasn’t heterosexual. She was a lesbian. Her cunt squeezed Roy’s cock unhappily.
Roy slapped Laura across the face hard. “Answer Amy.”
Amy repeated herself, “Are you a good little hetero yet?”
Laura moaned again, but she answered. “No… I’m a lesbian….”
Amy moved closer and stroked Laura’s cheek. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?”
“No,” moaned Laura.
Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?”
“No!” protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.
Laura didn’t want to say yes. It wasn’t the truth. She wanted to go back to being a non-slutty lesbian who loved her girlfriend. Only… was there such a thing as a non-slutty lesbian? She remembered wanting to lick pussy all the time. She remembered how she had cum from Erica’s tongue. Surely she had been slutty to want that? She was finding it hard to remember what things had been like before her blackmail.
Amy was waiting for an answer. Laura didn’t want to get slapped again. “Yes,” she said.
“Answer in a full sentence, Laura,” Amy chided her.
Laura tried to think. It was hard to think on the aphrodisiacs. It was hard to think with a cock in her cunt. “Yes, I want to be a heterosexual,” she said. “I want to be a good little heterosexual.”
“And are good heterosexual girls wet and ready to be fucked by men?” Amy asked.
“Yes,” Laura said. It sounded right. She wished Roy would hurry up and fuck her harder so she could cum. He was pounding her so agonizingly slowly. She remembered she was supposed to use full sentences. “Good heterosexual girls are wet and ready to be fucked by men.”
“And are you always a good heterosexual girl?”
Laura wished Amy would stop asking her questions. She found it so hard to think of the answers. A good heterosexual girl? What did that mean? Oh – good girls were wet and ready to be fucked. Was she a good girl? She was wet so often recently. But not all the time. Sometimes she was dry.
“No,” she answered. “I’m not a good girl. I’m not always wet and ready to be fucked.”
“Well, we want to help you with that, Laura,” said Amy. She paused, because at that moment she saw Laura was approaching orgasm. Laura started to buck her hips against Roy and moan – she wanted to cum. But in response, Roy stepped back and pulled his cock out of Laura’s twat. Laura squealed in frustration and looked at Roy longingly. Why wouldn’t he let her cum?
Roy watched her for long minutes, until she had calmed down, dropped back from the edge of orgasm, and then he stuck his cock back in her and continued slowly fucking. Laura made a long slutty moan.
“We want to help you,” repeated Amy. “But only if you ask. A good slut is wet all the time, so what we want to do is change your collar to give you a shock any time you’re not wet. Just a little buzz at first, to remind you, but then progressively more painful shocks if you don’t do something about it. The chip in your cunt can read your arousal – it knows. It’ll just get you into the habit of playing with your cunt any time you’re not horny – even in your sleep.”
Laura didn’t understand at first, and then the idea began to sink in. No – that was awful. She wouldn’t be able to maintain even her semblance of a normal life if she was horny all the time. She knew what she was like when her cunt was wet – she made stupid decisions and thought with her twat. She would humiliate herself everywhere. She couldn’t allow this. She struggled, but with Roy fucking her, her conditioning made her unable to escape.
“Won’t it be nice, Laura? You’ll be this horny and slutty and dumb all the time. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn’t fuck them. Won’t you love that?”
Laura moaned again. No, she didn’t love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn’t Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder….
Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking.
“Now, we wouldn’t do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask for it. You have to beg for it, in fact, so we know you’re certain.”
Laura felt relieved. There was no way she would beg for her life to be destroyed in that way.
“But you need to know this, Laura. Roy is going to fuck you like this all night, for hours, without letting you cum. Just exactly like this. Although, maybe, if you beg hard enough for our new treatment, he *might* take mercy on you. Although I’m sure that won’t motivate you – what kind of lesbian would beg to be shocked when she’s not wet just so she can cum on a man’s dick?”
Laura felt her heart sink. She knew what kind of lesbian – the kind that she was. She couldn’t control herself on the aphrodisiacs, and if Roy kept teasing her cunt with his cock she knew she was going to be a colossal slut and beg for the shocks in order to cum.
And that was exactly what happened. It took two hours, but in the end Laura begged to have her right to a dry cunt taken away from her.
She tried to resist, of course. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. She tried to think of un-sexy things, but it was hard now to think of anything in her life that wasn’t touched by her sexual activity. She tried to remember how unattracted to men she was, how she hated them, but her mind just kept shifting to thoughts of cocks, of being raped by cocks, of sucking on cocks, and her cunt bucked happily against Roy’s dick in response.
After 45 minutes, Amy offered Laura some help – a painful metal clamp on her clitoris. Laura accepted it, hoping it would stop her arousal. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. A half-hour later, Amy took it off again, and the pain of it coming off and letting blood back into her clit was a million times worse than it being on. Laura cried and screamed but when Amy offered her the same clamp on both of her nipples Laura said yes to that as well. She was desperate to try anything to help her control herself. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura’s orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.
By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn’t even realize what she was saying at first – mumbling, almost incoherent. “Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. Please let me cum. I’m such a slut. Shock my fuckhandles. Shock my sluthole. Please hurt me. Please fuck me. Please.”
She only understood what she was saying when she heard Amy laughing – a high-pitched, cruel laugh, a laugh that made Laura feel stupid and small. She knew why Amy was laughing – Laura was saying a stupid, slutty thing. She was thinking with her twat like a stupid lesbian cow. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to cum.
“Say it clearly, Laura,” Amy said. “Say what you want.”
Laura used the last of her brainpower to arrange the words. “Please make my collar shock me if my stupid cunt isn’t wet, Amy. Please. Please.”
“Good girl,” said Amy, and stroked Laura’s hair. “Okay, Roy. Give her her fun.”
Roy sighed with pleasure, eager to cum himself. He looked in Laura’s eyes and began to fuck her harder. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm.
Just as Laura was on the verge of cumming, Roy ripped both clamps off Laura’s nipples, and then slapped her hard in the face.
The pain over-rode everything else. Laura didn’t even understand the sensations of her orgasm – they mixed with the agony in her boobs and the shock to her face into one big, confusing nervous shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she would have fallen if Roy weren’t pinning her to the wall.
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