Chapter 13 - Girlfriends

NOOO, this couldn't be happening. She wasn't going to be Paul's whore anymore. She was Steve's girl now. She wasn't a whore. He couldn't make her a whore.

"Hi Anne" Paul said. "I see Steve brought you back to me. You know I'm the one you really love."

"No" Anne said. "Steve thinks I'm special. Steve doesn't treat me like a whore. You leave me alone."

"Steve thinks your special" Paul laughed. "Steve has been setting you up for me all week. All he wants is to dump his load in your slutty ass again. Ask him - ask him what he thinks of you."

Anne turned to Steve, already knowing what was coming.

"Your just a whore" Steve said. "But I really enjoyed this past week with you, using your slutty body. And I can't wait to dump a load up your ass." Anne cringed with each word. It was true, he didn't care about her. He just thought of her as a whore. But she wasn't a whore - she wasn't. "Remember showing everyone in school your tits on Wednesday" Paul asked.

Anne blanched. Oh god yes, everyone had seen her tits.

"And on Thursday remember the weights. Well they were lower than the hem of your dress - everyone saw those too. And on Friday, most of the boys knew about the buzzer. Steve was not the only one to take turns pushing it. They all toyed with your slutty little body."

Oh god no thought Anne. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't. And then Paul grabbed her and pulled her close. "None of them love you Anne. You're nothing but a fuck hole to dump their sperm into. You're just an asshole they will use to masturbate their cocks. You're just a way for them to get their rocks off."

"But I love you," he continued. "I love you more than anything and you know that. And you know I treat you the way I do because I love you. Because I know you need it. Because you're my little whore," he said and kissed her.

"No, I'm not!" Anne replied. "I'm not a whore. Oh god Paul, please don't make me be a whore. Oh please, please help me." And as Anne started to sink into the depths of despair, her blood started to race. No it couldn't be. She wasn't getting excited. No she was just scared.

Paul pulled her forward and leaned her over a table. Anne's ass was pointing out into the room while Paul, on the other side of the table, held Anne's shoulders and looked at her. "You're going to let all your classmates fuck your ass. They have been building up all week watching your tits bounce around in your sweater. Watching your pussy lips get pulled. Shocking your tits and pussy. You have to get them off after turning them on so much."

"No, please no Paul" Anne begged. "Please don't do this to me. Please, if you love me, help me."

"I am helping you," Paul replied as Anne felt hands lifting her skirt in back. But she felt helpless to resist. Paul was holding her and she couldn't tell him no. Then she felt the butt-plug pulled from her ass and a cock slide in, in its place.

"That's Steve fucking your ass. He gets it first," Paul said. "Tell him it feels good."

Oh god, what was that feeling in the pit of her stomach. NO. It couldn't be. She wasn't anyone's whore, she wasn't. "NO! NO! NO! AAAGGH!!" she screamed as the first orgasm hit her. The feelings of utter degradation, being bent over the table and fucked like a cheap whore had done it. She was cumming.

"That's it my sweet little slut. Cum for me. Cum for me as those boys fuck your ass," Paul told her as he stroked her face gently.

Anne looked up at Paul with tears in her eyes. He was turning her back into a whore. How could he do this to her. Please he had - AAAGGGHH!! OH SHIT it was another cum. God it felt so GOOD. "Oh Paul no, please no," Anne sobbed.

"Dear Anne, I have to, this is the only way you are happy. Inside that whore body of yours is the dirtiest slut in the world. This is what you were made to do."

No, oh god no. She wasn't a slut. Oh please god no -- AAAGGGHH!! Another cum. And another, and another. And they came on rolling, one after the other. Oh god it felt so good. "Yes fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" she cried.

And as boy after boy fucked her ass, Anne came and came and came. And there was Paul making sure she got what she needed. She loved him. She loved him so much.

And when the last boy finished, Anne was panting and begging for more. "Please Paul, please fuck me. I need it, I need it" and she dug her hands down to rub her clit.

Paul pulled her hands away and looked into Anne's desperate face. "Do you really need to cum some more my little slut?"

"Oh god yes. Please Paul, please fuck me. I need it. Fuck your little whore. Fuck my slut pussy. Dump your cum in your little bitch cunt. Use my hole, get off in my wet hole."

"Not me, I have someone else for you. Do you want them to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, anyone Paul. I just need a cock up my pussy. Please Paul, I NEED IT, I need it now" Anne begged.

"Remember your friend who pierced you?" Paul asked. "Well she wanted a chance at you."

"W-Wh-What?" Anne asked.

And there was the sales girl from the store who had pierced Anne. But she looked a little different now. She was naked except for a giant strap-on dildo she was wearing. And it looked even more obscene on that little girl 15-year-old body. She barely even had tits.

And then Anne realized what this all meant "NO!" she cried. "Oh god no Paul no! I can't do this I can't. I'm not gay! It's wrong it's wrong," Anne sobbed.

Paul stepped behind Anne and grabbed her arms holding her in place.

"You're a whore Anne. And whore's fuck whoever wants to fuck them.

Susie here wants to fuck you. So you need to spread your legs for her." Anne panicked. She couldn't do this. This was wrong. This was so very wrong. "Please, please, ple---"

Anne suddenly couldn't talk because Susie was kissing her. And not a peck on the cheek either. Susie had her tongue half way down her throat. Anne tried to pull away but Susie had her hands around Anne's head and Paul was holding her in place.

Oh god she wanted to scream. She was going to be sick. This woman was kissing her. No, this little girl was kissing her. Oh god help her. Wait Susie was stopping the kissing. What was happening.

Susie dropped to her knees, and with no foreplay, dropped her mouth onto Anne's clit and started licking.

Oh god thought Anne, what is going on. SHE'S LICKING MY CLIT. ANOTHER GIRL IS LICKING MY CLIT. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" she screamed. "Paul, please Paul, make her stop. I'm not gay!"

"Just relax my beautiful little slut," Paul soothed her.

"No, I won't do this. It's so very wrong," Anne sobbed. And suddenly Anne started sobbing. Giant sobs with rivers of tears running down her face. This was so awful. This was beyond comprehension. And as her mind floated off, the sobs and shaking continued as Anne tried to cope, and couldn't.

And sneaking up through the sobs, so that Anne didn't even realize it until it was almost too late, an orgasm was building. Oh god no, she couldn't cum.

"Paul PLEASE!" she screamed. "You have to make her stop now you have t---"

And then it hit. Having a woman lick her pussy had freaked Anne out more than anything else ever had. Consequently, it had gotten her emotions keyed up to a higher point than they had ever been keyed before. And as the cum, held back as desperately as Anne could, finally crested. Anne had the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever, in her whole life felt.

"AARRGGGHH!!" Anne screamed. And Anne's scream turned into a noise more primal than even a scream as Susie continued to tongue her clit and Anne rode the most intense orgasm of her life.

And as she came Paul whispered in her ear, "Lesbian whore, cunt eating slut, pussy licking tramp. Look at you cum from a woman's mouth on your pussy. You just love Susie's mouth on your pussy don't you. Cum you little lesbo bitch. Cum all over Susie's mouth."

And as the cum receded a little, Paul leaned Anne backwards until she was lying on the floor. And Susie moved up over Anne and positioned her dildo at the entrance of Anne's pussy. And Susie started to press the dildo in.

"No, no, no, please god no," Anne said as she reached up to Susie and pulled her close to her. Anne was still cumming so hard all she could do was hold on to Susie as hard as she could.

"I'm going to fuck this dildo into your slutty hole you whore," Susie whispered to Anne.

"No, please don't" Anne pleaded as cums wracked her body. "Then let go of me you little whore. Just let go and I'll stop," Susie said as she plunged the dildo into Anne's pussy.

"OH GOD, OH GOD NO" Anne screamed as she came even harder. As Susie pumped her she came again and again. Oh this couldn't be happening to her it just couldn't. She couldn't like this no she... "AARRRGGGHHH!!"

And as Anne hit a major cum she pulled Susie even tighter to her, reveling in the feel of her just budding tits against her monster udders, pulling Susie's mouth to hers so she could kiss her. And she came as their tongues desperately stabbed into each other's mouth.

And finally her cum's subsided. Susie pulled off of Anne and Paul pulled Anne into his arms. Anne continued to sob and shake for the next 20-minutes, with the occasional tremor of an aftershock cum coursing through her body.

And the whole time Paul was soothing her, whispering, "I love you my little lesbo slut. I love you Anne. You are so beautiful with Susie fucking you. I love watching you cum from another woman's mouth on your pussy. I love you."

And as Anne slowly stopped shuddering and sobbing, she had a vacant look in her eyes. The old Anne was gone. She had done something that was impossible for the old Anne to even conceive of - even in her worst nightmares. And she had cum from it. A mind-numbingly cum. Anne's mind was desperately trying to survive all of this. Her body had destroyed part of the very foundation of her beliefs. Everything was adrift. And the mind can't function in this state. It needs some basic beliefs to anchor itself to.

So Anne's body sobbed and shook as her mind tried to heal itself. And as her body wore out, the sobbing and shaking stopped, but it was replaced with nothing. Anne was on automatic pilot.

Paul had no idea what was going on in Anne's mind. He thought she had actually accepted this most recent step. And so he prepared her for the next step. He stood Anne up and Susie helped him buckle the dildo onto Anne. Anne just stood there oblivious to what was going on.

They then walked Anne into the next room. In this next room was Rachael, Anne's best friend (and another of the girls in the picture). She was tied spread-eagled to the bed with cum oozing out of her pussy. Using the picture, Paul and the boys from school had blackmailed her into coming to Paul's and fucking all of them. And she had survived it, not much worse for the wear.

But when she saw Anne, she suddenly panicked. It wasn't hard to figure out what the strap-on dildo was for. "Oh god Anne, no. . Please don't do this Anne. Please don't. Somebody help me!!" she cried.

Anne was still on automatic pilot as Paul led her to the bed, had her kneel down, and buried Anne's face in Rachael's cum-filled pussy. "Eat her pussy. Lick her clit. Drink down all that cum," he said.

Anne wasn't thinking at all. She knew how to lick. And she was being told what to do. So she started licking Rachael's pussy. And as she licked, Susie knelt by her head telling her what a talented lesbo slut she was licking Rachael's pussy.

And Anne continued licking until Rachael came, screaming for her to stop the whole time. And deep in Anne's mind, she knew what she was doing and her psyche crumbled even more. She was licking another woman's clit. She had her face buried in a pussy. She really was a lesbo slut.

Paul pulled Anne up so she was poised above Rachael, with the dildo aimed for Rachael's pussy. "Fuck her Anne, ram the dildo into her pussy. Show her that you're a lesbo whore. Show her that you love fucking girls."

Rachael totally panicked. "RAPE!!" she cried. "RAPE!! RAPE!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

And as Anne started to push the dildo in Paul stopped her. "Tell her that you like raping girls pussies. Tell her that her screaming turns you on. Tell her that you like it when she screams for you to stop."

And Rachael looked up in dread as her best friend told her, "I'm going to rape your pussy. I'm going to stuff this dildo up your cunt. Scream for me Rachael, scream for me," Anne said.

And Rachael screamed and screamed as Anne plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy. And Rachael never did cum. She screamed and struggled for 15 minutes as Anne humped her dildo into her best friend. And the entire time Anne heard her best friend telling her that she was raping her. And she continued to pump.

Finally they pulled Anne off of Rachael. Anne just sat there. So Susie pulled Anne into her lap and started kissing her while playing with her clit. And Anne still on automatic pilot, kissed back as her body started to respond. Pretty soon Susie had Anne enjoying a series of enjoyable cums while kissing her.

And during that time, Anne's mind pulled itself back together. But it wasn't the Anne from before. That Anne had died. Because this new Anne was happy sitting in the lap of a 15 year old girl who was kissing her and playing with her clit.

Paul untied Rachael who looked ready to bolt. He grabbed her and laid it out for her. "Look, we have the whole thing on tape. And if you tell ANYONE, we show the tape. That includes you loving it as 20 boys dumped their cum into your pussy. That includes you cumming from Anne's mouth. And I'll make it look like you came when she fucked you."

"That's a lie - I didn't like any of it," Rachael yelled. "I hated it all."

"I know," Paul smirked. "But I didn't record the part where we told you, you had to act like you enjoyed it. So guess what the video shows."

Rachael went white. "You bastard," she sobbed.

"Yes," he replied. "But it's my ball game now. And here's how it goes if you don't want your friends getting a private showing. From now on you are to never wear panties bras or pantyhose. You are never to wear pants. Your ass and tits are to always be available. You got that whore?" Paul asked.

Rachael nodded looking grim.

"If you must wear pants, like a swim suit, there must be a hidden hole where your pussy is so you can be easily fucked with nothing moved. You're a whore and your pussy must never be unavailable."

"And you must always sit with your legs apart and your dress pulled up high enough that people can see your pussy if they are sitting in the right location. And you need to show as much of your tits as is legally possible."

Rachael stared at Paul with a look of horror on her face.

"And finally, you are never to tell a man no when asked for anything sexual. If you ever do, we will show the tape, and we will tie you down for Anne again. Your pussy doesn't belong to you anymore. You're a whore now and your pussy belongs to any man that wants it."

Rachael was sitting there totally shocked as Paul reached out and caressed her tit. "Such a nice tit. Such a nice young body, so many men are going to enjoy that nice body - AREN'T THEY WHORE!?" he yelled.

"Y--yes..." Rachael replied.

And with that a number of the boys took Rachael home pumping her full of more jizm on the way. And for the rest of that school year, virtually everyone had Rachael. Her dates on the weekend were non-stop gangbangs. Her trips to the mall were blowjobs in the restaurants there. Her days at school were spent giving everyone a perfect view of her pussy.

Anne had found a safe harbor from the storm. She was curled in Susie's arms enjoying the fingers on her clit and the kisses on her face. Paul and Susie dragged her up and pulled her into the shower. They cleaned her off. Susie then put on some bright red lipstick and kissed Anne all over her tits and pussy, putting on more lipstick whenever the kiss marks weren't perfect on Anne's body.

Anne was covered with the kiss marks. They then dressed Anne and walked her down to Steve's car. They had to get Anne home. Steve drove as Ann sat in the passenger seat and Susie crouched down by her feet and ate her pussy. For the ride home Anne had a series of pleasant mild cums. And her mind finished putting itself back together under Susie's experienced tongue.

Steve walked Anne to her door, and made Anne's parents happy when he didn't even try for a goodnight kiss. Anne told to go to bed, walked up to her room and went to sleep.

In the morning Anne awoke trying to put the whole night behind her when she saw herself in the mirror, covered with Susie's kisses. It had happened. She was a lesbo slut. She had raped her best friend. And as hard as she scrubbed her tits and pussy in the shower, until they were almost bleeding, in her mind she always saw all those kisses.

Would even Paul still love her now that she had sunk this low. No, not even Paul could love someone as perverted as she had become. And would she see Susie again. She needed to be held in her arms and feel her fingers and lips. And thinking of Susie, thinking of Rachael, she suddenly found herself cumming without even touching her clit.

Oh god she was such a whore she sobbed.