Chapter 11 - Birthday Party

Every day Anne went through the same routine. She would wake up and use her vibrator to make herself cum. She then would go in to the bathroom, remove her butt-plug, and shit and pee.

Then, she would fill up the enema bag and give herself an enema. At Paul's instructions she would hold the enema while she soaped herself off, and rubbed herself to another climax. Then finally she would let the enema out, lube up the butt-plug, and re-insert it.

Aside from the morning in the bathroom the butt-plug was always in Anne's ass. And over time, even as Paul had kept giving Anne bigger and bigger butt-plugs, Anne had come to feel as though it was normal to have the plug there. She was actually uncomfortable when it was out. And so, wherever Anne was, at breakfast with her family, at school, with friends, when she was sitting down she was always reminded of Paul by the extra pressure the butt-plug brought on her ass.

And every night, as she went to sleep, she used her vibrator again, getting herself off. Sometimes only once. But many times 2, 3, or more times. And while many times her fantasies started off as something romantic, the visions of men using her, dumping their loads of cum on her face, whipping and beating her took over. And Anne found herself climaxing to scenes of utter depravity in her mind. Because her mind could only connect an orgasm with being used and abused.

And then it happened. It was inevitable in hindsight. How normal can a young girl act around her family and teachers when part of the time she is a wanton slut. If sometimes the normal position is to sit with your legs spread, pussy exposed, playing with your clit - then its hard to remember other times you are supposed to be prim and proper, showing nothing, doing nothing.

While Anne's parents had become more and more worried about how she was acting, Anne had managed to brush them off. But when one of her teachers reported her to the school counselor for masturbating during class, then the shit hit the fan.

The school called Anne's parents who came in to talk. Talking to each other it became obvious that Anne had "problems." No one wanted to say sex. The actual specifics never came up. But when Anne was called in the counselor and Anne's parents had decided - they were going to work together on Anne to straighten her out.

And Anne's parents laid part of the blame on Paul. They should never have let her date someone so much older than her. That just couldn't be allowed anymore. Anne needed to concentrate on school, and then, once she had straightened herself out, find a nice young man her own age.

Suddenly Paul was cut off from Anne.

When school ended Anne spent an hour talking to the school counselor. And then she had to go straight home to her mother and do her homework. She was only allowed to go out to school & parent supervised parties.

And the counselor did a good job. Anne didn't tell her about Paul - oh god she couldn't tell anyone about that. But the counselor realized that Anne had almost no self-respect. And so she slowly built that up. And she talked with Anne about love and caring and respect. And Anne started to realize what she was missing.

And without Paul there to reinforce his lessons, Anne started to think about finding a boy who would love her, and be kind to her and take care of her. And she found her sexual fantasies started to have caring men, even as she came.

And then one night, she didn't even play with herself. Anne just dropped off to sleep thinking of the man who would someday come sweep her off her feet. And a few days after that, the butt-plug was put away. Anne didn't stop the enemas because to her, that was part of being clean. But the rest was put away.

And over a period of 2 months, the school counselor had worked a minor miracle. In the place of a dirty little slut with no self respect stood a young lady. Like any teenager Anne was filled with worries and self-doubt. But they had rescued the young girl who still lived inside her. And her time with Paul was becoming a remote, bad dream.

Anne even discovered between the occasional battles that she liked and appreciated her parents. All these things that had disappeared in the haze of constant sex were returning. And she liked it. She had a happy life again.

And the boys at school really liked her. She knew a lot of it was because of her new body. Most of them couldn't keep their eyes off of her giant tits. But they talked to her. They were nice to her. They would do anything for her. And she loved being treated that way.

And as her parents saw Anne return to normal, they started letting her date again. And the boys who dated Anne were in heaven. After what Anne had been through, giving a kind desperate boy a quick blow-job or even a fuck was nothing. And the boys all got to fuck this stunning girl, who would spread her legs at the slightest chance.

And as Anne was living her dream, a problem started to descend on her. They didn't turn her on. Yes she got a little excited. But she never had an orgasm on a date. None of the boys at school got her off. Now this was probably due to the fact that they came so soon. But Anne didn't know this. All she knew was that gentle lovemaking wasn't giving her what she needed.

And so we have Anne, dissatisfied with her love life. Plenty of sex but no turn-on. Not sure what she needed but knowing that there was something better. And not sure how to get there.

And meanwhile we have poor Paul. Desperate for Anne, his one true love. The one woman who gave him everything he needed. Unable to contact her because of her father. Trying to think of some way to get her back. And then Anne's mother brought them back together. Not realizing what she was doing, Anne's mother sent Paul an invitation to Anne's birthday party. Anne was turning 18 and her parents were throwing a party for her at a local teen dance club.

Anne was welcoming guests when Paul walked up. "Wh-what are you doing here" she asked.

"I was invited - didn't you send me the invitation" he replied. "N-no, I didn't" Anne was getting a little flustered. She wasn't really sure what she was feeling inside except confused - really confused. Why oh why did Paul have to come tonight.

"I brought you a present, don't you want to know what it is" Paul asked.

"Sure - what is it."

"Well, I call it my favorite highlights. Its 2 hours of you doing what you do best. I thought you would like to see it."

"Oh no Paul - no - no more. I won't do it anymore. I don't care what you say. I'm not going to do it." Anne said feeling very scared, but very determined too. She had been rescued from the depths of depravity and she wasn't going to go back down again.

"I'm not going to show it to anyone else - at least not if you watch it one last time with me."

Anne felt elation when Paul said he wouldn't show it to anyone, and then dread at the thought of watching it again. She couldn't do that - she couldn't relive those times.

"Its very simple my love. We go watch it in the office back there by ourselves right now - OR I put it up on that big screen TV over there. You'll see it either way. But I think your classmates would like it better."

Oh god no. She had her life back together. She couldn't let everyone see what she was. She could watch it. The party was going and she wouldn't be missed. This was supposed to be so fun, turning 18 with everyone paying attention to her. Paul ruined it all. But she would survive. Anne turned and walked toward the office Paul had pointed to. Paul followed with his tape. They went in locked the door and Paul started the tape.

Oh my god thought Anne. That can't be me. I wouldn't dress like that. All those people can see my tits through the dress. OH GOD, they can see my pussy and my ass. I'm dressed like a complete slut. No, no, that's not me. Oh god, did I really do that. I'm jacking strange men off on the dance floor. Everyone in there can see what a slut I am.

Paul looked over at Anne as the tears started to flow down her face. She was sitting there all stiff fighting what she was seeing. Paul reached over and stroked her hair and Anne jumped as though hit.

Oh god, he's here. He's touching my hair. And look at what he made me do. Look at all those men jacking off on my face covering me with their cum. He made me do that. That's not me. I'm not a whore. Paul made me do it. Oh god, I'm playing with myself as they do it. Oh no, I got off from being in the center of a circle jerk. How could I have ever been so disgusting.

"Is it too much for you" Paul asked. "Can't handle seeing what a slut you were? That's you there in the middle. And you loved every minute of it. Look at yourself cum. You can't even see your face under all that cum and you're jerking in continuous orgasm. God you are such a whore."

And Anne stared mesmerized. She couldn't have been turned on by this. Oh god no. And then the screen showed Anne masturbating while watching a TV. And then it turned to show what was on the TV. While listening to herself cum Anne watched skewers being pushed through another woman's breasts. NO! NO! NO she couldn't be cumming while watching that. It was so sick. That woman was in pain. And Anne was cumming over her pain. No, there was something wrong here - she never did that.

And then the camera was facing Anne as Anne talked to the camera. "God I love that. That's one of my favorite films. I love watching that girl scream as he pushes skewer after skewer through her tits. Oh god it's so hot when it pops out the other side of her breast. It makes me cum." And Anne saw herself on the screen getting off just describing the scene.

"Oh please let me watch the one where they whip that blonde's butt and tits till they bleed. Oh please Paul it gets me off so much. Look at me I'm cumming just thinking about it. Oh please let me watch Paul."

And then Anne saw a new tape start and she saw herself turn and frantically rub her clit while watching another woman get whipped. And Anne suddenly realized that she was breathing real hard. Her blood was racing. And as she pushed her hand down toward her stomach, her hand kept going until it was pushed against her clit. NO! NO, she wasn't getting turned on by this. It was disgusting. That person on the screen was a disgusting little creature. That wasn't her.

And Anne pushed her hand against her clit harder trying to stop the feelings boiling up through her blood. No, no, stop it she thought to herself.

She had to stop it. "Stop it, stop it right now Paul. I've seen enough."

Paul looked over. What was going on. Her face looked like she was in utter agony. Every muscle in her body was stretched. Her eyes looked like those of a wild animal. She looked like she was about to run. He couldn't loose her. This was his only chance to keep this beautiful creature he loved so much.

And then Paul saw the fist against her clit, pushing as hard as it could. "Rub that clit you slut. rub it and you can go. Rub it now and you can go you little cunt."

And Anne grasped at a way out. Rub her clit and she could go. He would let her out of here. She had to get out of here. She started rubbing her clit like a madwoman. Oh god yes, this would get her out. Rub her clit and she could get out. Oh yes.

And up on the screen she saw herself dancing on a stage. All around her men were looking at her as she spread he pussy for them. Look at that cheap whore up on that stage. Look at her show her cunt to anyone with a dollar bill. God she was a cheap slut. Look at her get off on that.

And then the camera shifted to the parking lot outside as a line of men worked its way to her. And as each man got in front of her, she desperately reached for their cock and sucked them off. And she was rubbing her clit so hard now as she saw herself greedily drinking down cum shot after cum shot. She was such a disgusting tramp.

"NO, NO, NO - THAT'S NOT ME!!" Anne shouted. "That's not me. Oh god no."

And then she heard Paul whispering in her ear, "Yes it is baby. You're a little whore. You're not happy unless you have buckets of cum on your face and in your stomach. I had to drag you away from there you slut."

And with that Anne broke into tears whimpering, "No, no, no, no, oh god please no." as she started to cum. And then the orgasm started to blast through her. Waves upon waves of pleasure. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes it felt good. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!" she groaned.

And as Anne saw Paul fucking her on the screen, telling her what a dirty little fuck she was. How she was nothing but a bitch dog in heat, she came and came and came. Oh god it felt so good. She forgot how good it felt.

And Anne continued to cum for the next 20-minutes, with climax after climax rolling through her body while she watched the film. And as the film ended, Anne's climaxes decreased in volume. Aftershocks still shooting through her body as she laid there, totally limp.

"Bye Anne. I love you but I'm leaving you as you asked," Paul said as he got up to go to the door.

"No wait Paul," Anne gasped. "Why are you leaving?"

"You watched the film. That was the deal. I'm out of your life now - isn't that what you wanted?"

"No, no, I--I--" and then Anne stopped, not knowing what to say.

"I love you Anne. I can make you happy. But only if you want me. And since you don't - bye."

As Anne saw Paul turning to leave she didn't have time to think. But the aftershocks she was feeling now were more than anything she had had with any of the boys in school. She couldn't let that go (at least not right now in the afterglow).

"Don't go Paul - I still love you too," Anne said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes - yes I'm sure. Don't go."

"Fine, then kiss my foot."

"What!?" Anne said shocked. He couldn't mean that.

"Right now cunt. Kneel down and kiss my foot or say good-bye," and Paul turned to go again.

"Wait!" Anne said moving toward him. Oh god, he was just standing there watching her. She couldn't do this. And then another aftershock hit her and her knees buckled a little. Ok she could drop to her knees. There she was on her knees. There's his shoe down there.

Oh god, he's starting to pull away. Anne held on to Paul's leg and started to slide down his leg as she held on. There it is. Just push my lips out and kiss. I can do it - what is Paul saying? He's telling me that I'm his little sex slave. That I'm his toy, his plaything. That he can do anything he wants to me.

Oh god, why can't he just tell me that he loves me. Not this. I don't want this. I'm not a whore. I'm not a slave. I'm Anne. I want love and caring. "Oh please Paul," Anne whimpered as she started to cry. Anne hung on to Paul's ankle and sobbed.

"Kiss it whore. Kiss your master's shoe. Show me who owns you. Show me that your body is a toy for me to use any way I want. Kiss it now slut or I'm leaving you."

And Anne turned her face toward Paul's shoe and kissed it. She held his ankle crying her heart out, and kissed his shoe. She belonged to him. He loved her. He gave her what she needed. She couldn't be happy with anyone else.

And she cried as she realized what she was. She was Paul's slut, his sex toy, his slave. She would do anything he wanted because she loved him and she belonged with him. And she belonged to him. And Anne shuddered as she realized what that last part meant.

Paul finally knelt down and bent Anne's tear streaked face up so he could see her. "Who owns you slut," he asked.

"You do Paul."

"Damn straight. And to show it, I'm getting you some rings," he said.

`Rings," Anne asked looking puzzled.

"Yes, rings. Rings for your tits, for your pussy, for your clit. Just like those whores you like watching on the video. I need something to show everyone that I own you. That you're my property."

No thought Anne. No this is wrong. I need to leave him. Every time I come to him he pushes me further into the sewer. I won't do this. I won't. "No - not I was wrong," said Anne. "I-I'm leaving."

"Oh really?" asked Paul. "What about the tape. Should I show it to everyone?"

"I--if you do, I can't stop you. But no, no more," Anne said, her resolution building.

"And what about the tape I just shot? That tape of you, the new improved you, getting off on the other tape. And telling me you're my slave. Do you think everyone will like that?"

'NO,' thought Anne. 'The other was before. But this showed that she was still a slut. Oh god, didn't it ever end? Couldn't he just let go of her?'

"Please Paul, please let me go. Please," she pleaded.

"I can't my little pussy. I love you too much. I can't let you go. I want you more than anything. You're my little whore. Now lets go."

Anne stood up next to Paul resigned. She couldn't let her new life get ruined. She would do what he wanted. And somehow she would find a way out of it. Anne fixed her face and then turned to follow Paul out the door.

The club was off a mall so they left the club and walked into the mall. Part way down they found an earring store that did piercing. They walked in and Paul found the salesgirl. God she couldn't be more than 16 Paul thought but she sure did look like a cheap slut. And she had rings in just about every part of her anatomy.

"Whadda you want?" she asked.

"My girlfriend here wants some parts of here pierced. Can you do that?" Paul asked, a little worried.

"Sure - where does she want it."

"How about her belly button and her tongue" Paul suggested. Oh god thought Anne. She couldn't do this. This was too scary. But Paul was holding her hand. Holding her in place. She couldn't move against him. Maybe, maybe the girl wouldn't do it. That's it, she would say it's too weird.

"Sure - she'll look good with those" the sales girl said and smiled. This will be fun she thought. "Sit you ass over there slut," she said to Anne. Paul was elated. This girl was having fun. There probably wouldn't be any problem. Still, one step at a time. He pulled Anne over to the chair and sat her down. Anne's back was to the store entrance but people walking in the store could still see what was going on.

The girl came up and said, "Unbutton your blouse, we'll get the navel first."

Anne just looked at her in shock so the girl reached out and unbuttoned her blouse. What is she doing thought Anne. She's unbuttoned all of them.

Oh my god she's pulling her entire blouse open. Everyone in the place can see her breasts in her bra. And Paul has her arms so she can't move her hands up now. Oh no, that man over there. He's looking at her breasts. And those two kids - they're staring at her. Oh god, they can all see her. They all think she's a slut. She has to do something.

The salesgirl looked up and smiled. This was nice. Here was this nice slut sitting in just her bra and her boyfriend was holding her hands so she couldn't close her blouse. In fact, maybe... "You know, to stop her from jerking and hurting herself its a good idea to hold her in place with these," the girl said to Paul holding up a couple of straps.

"I think you're right," said Paul. "We don't want anything to happen to her."

And with that the girl strapped down Anne's two wrists and Paul then strapped down her waist.

Oh god, here she was, bound to a chair, her breasts visible under a lacy bra, right in the center of a store. Anyone in the mall could walk in and she couldn't cover herself. They would all see her. See Paul's little slut and her big tits.

What's the girl doing? She has something down by her stomach. Its cold on her OH MY GOD THAT HURT. "Oh god, oh god, oh god please stop" Anne whimpered. She couldn't yell. But it hurt so much.

"Oh please Paul, no more, no more," she pleaded looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Tongue next, I think," Paul said looking down at his little whore. God he loved her like this. Helpless, in pain, and feeling totally degraded. This was how she belonged. If only he could keep her like this 24 hours a day. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

The salesgirl was getting off too. This was too much. This big titted cow hated this. God she would love to be able to rub her clit right now. Maybe the next piercing would be enough to get her off. If only the cow would scream.

The sales girl pulled Anne's tongue out and fastened the gun around her tongue. "Don't jerk your tongue or it'll tear," she warned and pulled the trigger.

Anne couldn't take it. Crowd or no crowd all she could think about was how much it hurt. She drew her breath in to scream and then couldn't. Paul had his hand over her mouth. She heaved in the chair but the buckles held her in place.

Somebody help her she thought. Oh god, anything was better than this. Show the film to everyone - she didn't care. Just stop the pain. Here comes that man. He'll help her. He can see she is in pain. He sees the tears running down her cheeks.

He's not helping. He's just looking at her and smiling. Oh god, he's enjoying this. He's looking at her giant breasts. He just wants to fuck me. Won't anyone help me. The hurts starting to go away. Not a lot but its bearable. Oh just get me out of here.

The salesgirl held up a mirror and asked, "How do you like it slut? I think it suits you."

Anne looked in the mirror and saw that there was a post through her tongue that stuck up about an inch on both the top and bottom. It seemed to fill her entire mouth. When she closed her mouth she had to keep her tongue in the center.

Everyone would see this. This was awful. And it hurt so much. Please Paul please lets get out of here now she thought.

Paul turned to the salesgirl. "Can you do her breasts too?" Oh this was awesome thought the salesgirl. Her panties were going to be soaked shortly. Could she do some more to this cow. Hell, she'd pierce anything he wanted all night long.

"But I don't want it in just the nipple. Can you do it behind the areole?"

"I can but it might bust the silicone in those udders," she replied.

"No silicone, its all natural," Paul replied.

"You're kidding. A cow like that you figure it has to be silicone. Yeah, I can do that. It may hurt her a little," she said smiling at Anne.

"Well, we can't have screaming in the mall," said Paul. "Give me that cloth," and Paul took one piece and wadded it up in Anne's mouth. He then used the other to tie it into her mouth.

This couldn't be happening to her. Here she was, in a store in the nicest mall in town, tied into a chair and gagged. And - oh my god no - Paul was pulling her bra down to uncover her breasts. They could all see her breasts.

There were 5 men and 1 woman who were now gathered around watching.

They were all looking at her breasts. Her big cow udders. OH GOD IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS, Anne tried to yell. And it wasn't stopping. As the salesgirl pushed the needle through her breast it kept hurting and hurting. OH GOD IT HURTS OH PLEASE STOP. But all anyone could hear was mumbling through the cloth.

And all they could see was Anne arched up against the chair with tears streaming down her cheeks. They knew it hurt. They had to see. But they weren't helping. They were all staring at the needle through her left udder.

Oh god, why did she have to have such giant tits. Paul - Paul made her have the udders. She used to have normal sized tits. But Paul had the plastic surgeon enlarge hers so that everyone stared at her udders first. Oh god, she was nothing but a big titted cow whore.

As the girl did her other tit Anne heaved against the chair even more. And then she broke. Anne collapsed back in the chair. She was Paul's toy. His sex slave. He could do anything he wanted to her. She couldn't stop him. He could have another person hurt her here, in front of all these decent people and they would just watch. Because they all knew she was just his big titted slut. They all knew she belonged to him to do with as he pleased.

Then Anne looked down and saw the two large rings in her breasts. Oh god no. She was a freak. Anyone who looked at her would know she belonged to Paul. Normal girls did not have 2" rings in their breasts. Not even the weird girls did. Only sex slaves had this. She was Paul's' sex slave. There was no going back now. She could see it in everyone's eyes. They all knew what she was.

Oh god, how could she face anyone again. She couldn't let her parents see this. Or any of her boyfriends. She couldn't have a boyfriend. Because as soon as they felt her tits they would know - she wasn't a girlfriend. She was a sex slave whore cunt big titted cow. She sobbed into her gag as she cried and cried.

"Well, there is one last place I'd like to get, if you don't mind," Paul said.

"Not at all - anything you want," the sales girl replied with lust in her eyes.

"Well I'd like to do her pussy. Three rings on each side and in her clit. Can you do that?" he asked.

"Slide her forward and someone needs to hold her legs," the salesgirl said. Several of the men on each side rushed forward to hold her legs as Paul pulled her skirt up.

"A bare pussy, hmmm," the sales girl said. "I guess she really is a slut."

What was going on. Anne felt hands pulling her legs. And Paul was lifting her skirt. What was he doing. They were all staring at her pussy. Oh no, please don't show them my pussy. Don't let them see my bare slut pussy. Don't show them what a complete whore I am.

What is she doing - she's putting the piercing gun down there. Oh god, no, NO! NO! NO! NO! Anne yelled into the gag. But they couldn't hear her. And even if they could it wouldn't stop it. The sales girl was smiling at her as she aimed the gun.

It just went on and on as the girl shot ring after ring after ring. And Anne was in a never-ending delirium of pain and agony. She had never hurt so much before in her life. Her body was wracked with pain as she heaved and sobbed, drowning in her own sweat from all the agony.

And around her was a crowd of 10 people watching her. She was being tortured right here in the mall, right out in public. And everyone was watching her. No one would save her because she was Paul's cunt. She was there to get them off. Look, they're hard. They're all hard from watching me get hurt. Oh yes, get off, get off on my pain. That's why I'm here to get you off. Cum, cum in your pants while you watch me.

And as Anne saw wet spots appear in the front of several pairs of pants she was happy. She had gotten them off. And that was her role. That was all she was good for. And everyone knew it now. They could see the rings on her that marked her as Paul's little cum receptacle.

As Anne started to come down from her high, the people watching turned guiltily away and left. And as Anne relaxed Paul undid her gag and the belts holding her down. Anne just sat slumped in the chair. She was Paul's property and he would decide what to do with her next.

"Cover yourself up you little whore" the salesgirl said. "We can't have cunts like you in here - its bad for business."

Anne cringed as she heard her and covered up her tits and pussy. This little 16 year old sales girl was right - Anne was a worthless tramp. "Well, give me a thank you kiss and leave cow" the salesgirl said. Anne looked confused. Thank her. She couldn't thank her. The girl had hurt her. Again and again and again.

"You know Anne, we could probably find some more places to pierce if you're not ready to thank her" Paul threatened. "Make it sincere or we'll do your cheeks."

"Thank you very much," Anne stammered and leaned over to kiss the salesgirl.

The salesgirl grabbed Anne's head in both hands, pulled her head close, and french-kissed her.

Anne freaked but didn't pull away. This girl owned her right now. She could do whatever she wanted and Anne would accept it. That was what Paul wanted and she was Paul's sex toy. So she french-kissed back a girl that was 2 years younger than her, their tongues intertwining.

As she realized that others in the store were watching her, she sunk even lower. They all think I'm a lesbo slut she thought. And as that thought coursed through her, it caused a small orgasm. She came while kissing the salesgirl. OH GOD, she came while kissing another girl. Finally the salesgirl pulled back and smiled, "Get out of here slut, you disgust me."

And Anne shuddered as she turned and followed Paul out of the store.

They went back to Anne's birthday party where Paul had Anne go to every boy there and ask them to fuck her in the ass. And between each fuck she put her butt-plug back in. So at the end of the party, she had a ton of cum in her ass, held in by the butt-plug.

And that's how she went home. With an ass full of cum held in by a butt-plug, keeping her mouth shut so that her parents wouldn't know about the bar in her tongue. Scared to death they would find out about all of the rings.

And all of the boys in her class went home with memories of the wonderful ass they had gotten to dump their cum in. Anne certainly was the best in the school. They would have to keep dating her.

And as instructed by Paul, Anne got herself off all night long. Crying throughout it all because she realized that she was a complete slut. And at the same time, once again having mind-blowing orgasms. The kind of orgasms she had been unable to have the last 2 months.

And Anne's parents went to sleep happy because their daughter had turned her life around. She was now 18. And her birthday party had apparently been a smashing success for her. They had saved their daughter.