Hours passed, and eventually it was time for the night to come to an end. Quite drunk, he staggered outside to call a taxi.
And there was Laura. She was naked, except for the collar, the high heels, and a pink robe to keep her warm. She hadn’t even pulled the robe closed – her tits and shaved cunt were on full display.
“Laura!” he said, before he could stop himself. She looked over at him, confused, and then recognition bloomed in her eyes.
“Sam!” she said. And there was something else in her face – shame; humiliation; the knowledge that she was degraded and the brief thought that someone from her earlier life might save her from it. But then also a slutty brainlessness that overwhelmed the rest.
She walked over to him and hugged him. Her bare tits pressed against him. “They call me Kitten Tits here,” she said. “You should call me Kitten Tits. Did you like my show?”
“I thought your show was great,” he said, and then added, awkwardly, “Kitten Tits.” Calling her the degrading name felt good. His cock twitched in his pants. Then it twitched even harder, as he felt her lower her hand to his pants and start to stroke his groin. She giggled as she felt his cock move against her fingers.
“Do you, uh, want to catch up sometime?” he asked, his throat dry.
She nodded, cutely.
“Um, tomorrow afternoon?” he suggested. “My place?”
She nodded again.
At that point two other girls came out of the club, both naked like Laura. He recognized one as her girlfriend from when he had known her, Erica. The other – a cute petite blonde – he didn’t know.
“This is my pet Erica,” said Laura. “They call her Slavetoy here. And this is my new girlfriend Taylor, and her name here is Candy Twat.”
“Hello Slavetoy,” Sam said. “Hello Candy Twat.” The girls were gorgeous – naked and gorgeous.
“We have to go home now,” said Laura. “But I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?”
Sam nodded, unable to find words, and watched the three nude girls walk away to the car park.
He went home that night and masturbated furiously.
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The next morning Sam thought to look for Laura on the internet. He wanted to see what she’d been up to when last he saw her. He expected only to find her Facebook page and maybe an Instagram account, but instead a search for her name returned a site called “Laura The Fake Lesbian” at LauraDrinksPiss.com.
He thought it was a random porn site at first, until he clicked through and realized it was full of pictures of Laura – his Laura! A welcome video played, in which a naked Laura with cum visibly splattered on her boobs talked about how much she liked fucking men, being raped, and drinking piss and cum. She was masturbating as she spoke.
He paid for a membership to the site immediately, then clicked through the content, stroking his cock as he went. It had Laura naked; Laura stripping in a variety of places and from a variety of outfits. It had her lezzing off with the two girls he’d seen last night. It had her eating dog food out of girls’ cunts, pissing in public, drinking urine, having her tits and cunt hit with a cane, and being fucked by a man in a variety of positions and a variety of holes.
She was a degraded fucktoy. He didn’t know how she had become this fantasy sex-object but he couldn’t help himself – he orgasmed again, for the second time in twelve hours.
Laura eventually turned up as agreed in the early afternoon. He opened the door to find her dressed like a ridiculous sex doll. She wore her collar and high heels. Otherwise, above her waist she wore only a leather belt, buckled across her tits at nipple level, pulled tight to crush her titflesh uncomfortably against her chest. The buckle rested over her left nipple, which must have been painful. Below the waist she wore a short skirt that didn’t even come down far enough to cover the bottom of her cunt, which was bare. Her labia were taped to her inner thighs with sticky tape, splaying her cunt open, and there was a clothes peg clamped on her clitoris.
His cock stiffened. He led the little bitch into his house.
“I’m so glad you could come, Laura,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to have you like this – but you knew that, didn’t you?”
Laura nodded, and then giggled stupidly.
“I showed you how I felt about you three times, Laura, and each time you turned me down even though you’d been a cockteasing slut,” he said. “Do you remember that?”
Laura nodded again.
“Would you like to make it up to me?” he asked her.
Laura nodded eagerly, although there was something in her eyes that suggested that no, she didn’t really, and she was scared about where this was going.
Sam didn’t care. “Good,” he said. “Come sit on the couch.”
She did.
“The first time I showed you how I felt, I kissed you, and you rejected me. I think you should experience what that feels like,” he said. “Kiss me, Laura.”
Laura swallowed nervously, and then leant forward and kissed him on the lips. It felt wonderful. Her lips were warm and soft and submissive. He gave her a long, deep kiss, then finally pulled away – and then slapped her hard across the face.
Laura squeaked in shock, her cheek reddening. Fascinatingly, she made no move to protect herself.
“Kiss me again,” Sam demanded.
Laura nervous leant in for another long kiss, which Sam enjoyed, and at the end he slapped her across the face again.
“You stupid slut,” he said. “Why did you think I’d want to kiss you?”
Laura looked confused and scared.
“Kiss me again,” he told her.
She leant in obediently for a third kiss. This time during the kiss he grabbed her hair tight in his hands, and when he was done kissing he moved his mouth away slightly, and then spat directly between her parted lips. She squeaked and turned her face away, so he grabbed her jaw in his hand, turned her back towards him, forced her mouth open, and spat in it twice more, and then slapped her hard twice.
She was on the verge of tears now, which made her look twice as pretty. Sam snarled at her. “You dumb slut! Why would you think I’d want to kiss you? No one would want to kiss a dumb lesbian whore like you.” And then he leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth, bruising her lips, spitting into her mouth as he kissed her, and when he was done he slapped her again, and again, five times, until she really was crying.
“That’s what it feels like, slut,” he told her as she cried. She looked beautiful like this. But her crying went on too long, so after a while he pushed her legs apart, got a grip on the clothes peg clipped to her clitoris, and tugged on it repeatedly until she got the message and quietened down.
“The second time, I squeezed your tits, Laura,” he said now. “Do you remember?”
She nodded dumbly.
“In fact, you asked to be squeeze your tits. You put my hand on your boobs. And then when you pretended like you didn’t want it, you rubbed my cock as you made fun of me. Do you remember that?”
Laura nodded, her eyes still full of tears.
“Ask me to squeeze your tits, Laura,” he told her.
“Please Sam,” she squeaked. “Please squeeze my… fuckbags. Squeeze my giant cow udders.”
“Say ‘squeeze my tits’,” he said.
She shook her head, scared, so he slapped her, and then he slapped her again, and again.
Finally she said, her voice catching, “Squeeze my tits.” On the work “tits”, she jerked, and Sam realized she had received an electric shock. From her collar? It had seemed to directly hurt her breasts and groin.
“Say ‘tits’ again,” he told her.
She looked at him pleadingly. He slapped her, and so she said it. “Tits.” Again she convulsed with pain.
“What’s zapping you, Laura?” he asked her.
“My collar. And there are implants in my slut balloons and cum dump, and they shock me if I don’t use proper hetero whore words.”
“Good,” said Sam. He put her hand on her breast, and squeezed it hard. Then he unbuckled the belt from around her breasts, and repositioned it so it went around the base of her left breast, and then pulled it as tight as he could. It constricted the base of her boob tightly, and made the rest bulge lewdly and begin to turn purple. He cinched it in place, and then took off his own belt and used it on her right tit.
As he did so, he took his cock out of his pants, and moved Laura’s hand to it. She knew what he wanted, and began to obediently stroke his dick.
Sam watched with interest as constricting Laura’s tits made a little flow of white milk substance run from her nipples. It confirmed something he had been wondering – Laura was pregnant. That bulge in her belly was a baby. He casually wiped up some of the discharge from her nipple and smeared it on her face.
“Who’s the father?” he asked.
“My brother,” Laura said quietly, and Sam felt his cock twitch with arousal.
As Laura stroked his cock, he reached out and began to squeeze her tits. He aimed to hurt her, to humiliate her, and he used milking motions to make more of the colostrum flow from her pregnant whore melons. Laura moaned and mewled as he crushed her constricted fuckbags in his hands, but again she made no move to defend herself. He kissed her as he abused her tits, sometimes pausing to spit in her mouth again.
After a while, he brought out the toys he’d prepared earlier from under the couch, toys he’d prepared after seeing what an obedient degraded slut Laura was on her website. They were two velvet bags, each with a drawstring at the top, designed to hold small knickknacks. As it turned out, each was just the right size to hold one of Laura’s tits. He slipped a bag over each breast, pulled the drawstring tight at the top, and tucked the mouth under the belt to hold it in place.
Then he went back to squeezing and fondling Laura’s tits, and Laura learned the purpose of the bags. Each was filled at the bottom with a generous double handful of thumbtacks.
Laura howled as Sam massaged the thumbtacks against her big melons. She cried, and sobbed, but she didn’t for a second stop masturbating him, or pull her tits away, or ask him to stop, even though her eyes begged for mercy.
The look in her eyes drove him over the edge. Finally he pulled her up to straddle his lap and let his cock sink into her cunt. It felt divine. He pulled her tight against him so that her tits were crushed against his chest, and began to bounce her up and down on his dick. Each bounce dragged her breasts up and down his chest, driving new thumbtacks into her titflesh. He held her in place with one arm and used the other to repeatedly slap her face as he raped her. He was leaving marks on her and he didn’t care. He raped her and raped her until finally he ejaculated into her cunt.
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