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Julie's Slide Into Depravity
Ch. 1
Julie was furious. This should have been the best day of her life! Her
Fourteenth birthday on the Saturday after the last day of school! A party
to start everybody's Summer would put her at the top of the pecking order.
Now it was ruined!
Julie was a good-looking girl. She had broken five feet at the beginning of
last August and now, May 13th, she was five-two and ninety pounds.
Raven-black hair and ivory skin. Her boobs arrived last summer and
continued to grow to her present 32-B's. The only problem was, that along
with the boobs, puberty also brought body hair. Long and black like that on
her head. It flowed in front of her ears as small sideburns. It clustered
around her navel. Her forearms were darker than the boys! If her jeans
didn't extend to the ground, hair cuffed around the edge of her pants.
Sandals were out of the question. It exploded out from under her armpits.
And her underwear (or, heaven-forbid, bikini bottom!) looked like it was
being ingested by some wooly caterpillar! It stuck out the top where it
joined her treasure trail. It stuck out the sides where it continued to
just above the inside of her knees. It began in ernest below her knees as a
dense carpet that ran to the top of her feet. Julie's mother said that she
was too young to shave. She had to wait until she was sixteen!
Julie was totally flustered. On the night of her party, the forecast was
for
eighty-five degrees. How was she supposed to wear long pants, sleeves and
closed toed shoes? Besides, there was talk of sneaking down to the lake
later. She didn't want to be a furball in the middle of all those silky
smooth other girls!
Well, she had saved her allowance and bought a sweet, black,
way-above-the-knee
skirt, a yellow midriff tank-top and black, four inch spike heels and white
lace socks for her party. The morning of the party, she snuck her mother's
razor, a fresh blade and some lotion into the restroom. She covered the
offending areas with lotion. She then began to carefully scrape off her
curse. When she was done, she had only a few small nicks. Even her little
puss was smooth and void. She was feeling quite proud until she looked at
her boobs. "Shit! You've gotta go too!" She carefully removed the dozen
or so hairs from around each nipple. She liked the size and full shape of
her new boobs, but she hated her nipples. The areolas were almost
non-existent but dark like her nipples which were about the size of the ends
of her little fingers and just as long. They never did anything, just
stayed hard sticking straight out! She'd heard the other girls talking and
theirs seemed to be soft most of the time.
Her mom left the house before she got out of the shower, to complete
arrangements for the party that evening. Julie paraded about the house
naked all morning and most of the afternoon. She was an only child and her
father had died just before she was born, so nobody else would be in her
way. She looked over her guest list. Nearly everyone that she invited
would be there - almost sixty people! Some had wanted to bring dates or
friends, but they had to be carefully screened. No other races. They were
inferior and dirty. Blacks were the worst. Mom had always taught her that
blacks were filthy and vile. A black man had killed her father in a botched
burglary. He had then approached Mom, who promptly emptied a .357 Magnum
into his groin. Stories said that the man had crawled all the way to the
street before dying.
No blacks.
There was a knock on the door. It was Tim Parsons! Julie had had a crush
on Tim since sixth grade. The party wasn't for hours. Why was he here now?
Julie threw on her robe. She noticed that it felt good on her newly smooth
skin.
"Hi, Tim. Why so early?"
"Well, Wanda and I broke up yesterday. I was wondering if it would be O.K.
if I came by myself."
Julie thought that this was a good opportunity. "Of course not, Tim!", she
said. "I'll be alone too. You can hang with me."
"That'd be great! Thanks. What's up now?"
Julie looked down at her attire. "I'm getting dressed."
"Oh! I'm sorry! I guess I just..."
"It's O.K. Just be here at seven."
"Sure. Thanks." he said and bent down to give her a hug, then a kiss.
Julie had never been kissed by a boy before. Now she was being kissed by
the boy that she'd had a crush on for a year! As she kissed him, two things
happened. One, his tongue entered her mouth. This made her light headed.
So much so that she didn't notice that event number two was that her robe
opened up. This made event number three really bad...Mom walked in.
"Julie!" Mom sternly said. Surprised, the two separated revealing Julie's
naked front and her covertly shaved body! "Julie!" Mom screamed this time.
"Go to your room, I'll be there momentarily!" Then turning to the
completely shocked Tim, "Get out of my house! Don't ever return! I will be
in touch with your parents!" Tim was out in a flash.
"You whore!" Mom screamed as she stormed up the stairs to Julie's room. "I
work myself to death giving you a good, safe home and the best party of the
summer and you are fucking boys in my house?!
"No, Mom, Tim just gave me a hug!"
"Missy, hugs do not involve sticking your tongue down a young man's throat
while you rub your naked body against him!"
"For one, his tongue was down my throat and my robe just fell open!" Julie
retorted.
"Open your robe!"
"What?" said Julie.
"Open your robe. Now."
Julie opened her robe, revealing her now smooth body.
"Aha! You did this for him!"
"No Mom," Julie explained, "I did it for me!"
"Against my explicit command!" The pause was stifling. "You are grounded
for the rest of the summer. You are not to leave your room except for
meals!"
Julie was mortified. "You can't!"
"Watch me. And that little Romeo of yours, I'll see that he spends some
time Juvenile Detention!"
"You can't!"
Julie's Mom gave a subdued evil smile. "You watch me...whore."
"Mom, I..." Julie began.
"You do not talk until I tell you to! You whore!"
Julie's Mom slammed the door.
Julie was too mad to cry. She grabbed her backpack, and began putting a few
things into it. In went a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, some cover-alls,
thick-soled sneakers and her book of friend's phone numbers. She then put
on the outfit she had bought. She looked in the mirror and decided that her
bra made the sheer yellow halter-top look lumpy. She took off the bra and
threw it on the floor. She din't look again to see how her dark brown,
perky nipples showed through! She also didn't notice that the black leather
mini-skirt revealed all when she bent over even slightly. She then went out
the window and down the trellis. She was hot. Both mad hot and sexy hot as
she walked down the street.
After an hour or so, she had made it about two miles from her neighborhood.
She was walking along the highway when she noticed a Harley parked on the
shoulder. It was chopped and raked (terms that she learned from the boys)
and had leather everything.
"Hey babe!" said a man who looked like he could double for ZZ Top only
scruffier. "Where ya headed?"
"I'm not sure, just away from here." said Julie.
"Wanna ride?"
"O.K." said Julie somewhat hesitatingly.
"Well, I'm not sure your old enough. B'sides, ridin' ain't free."
"I'm plenty old enough, but I don't have any money."
"I didn't mean money."
"Well, I don't..." Julie began, but the biker grabbed her and stuck his
tongue almost down her throat. At the same time, he grabbed her ass with
one hand and groped her left tit with the other. He reeked of the road,
beer, cigarettes and of not bathing. Yet, Julie found it exciting and
intriguing. As he let her go, he said "That, not money! That'll get you a
ride 'til I gas up again."
"And then?" Julie asked.
"And then you walk or pay some more!"
He strapped Julie's pack to the rack on the back of the hog. He climbed
onto it and Julie slung her leg over the seat and wrapped her arms around
this unnamed stranger. It was only then that she realized that she wasn't
wearing any underwear!
Chapter 2
After a long ride, the sun was beginning to go down. They were far out of
town and civilization seemed a long ways away.
They approached a roadside bar with two gas pumps out front. Julie's new
acquaintance pulled in. "I have to pee" said Julie as she walked to the
single door marked "Grunts & Cunts." "Don't leave without me!"
"I won't."
Julie opened the door and an absolute reek hit her nostrils. There was a
single stall with no door. The toilet was full of shit and piss. She
flushed it. Before it went down, it overflowed. It was only then that
Julie noticed that there was no seat. She turned as she heard the door.
"You done yet?" It was the biker.
"No, it's pretty bad in here."
"Well get it done, 'cause I gotta go."
Julie started "Well, I don't know..."
"GO!"
"Yes sir!" said Julie. She began to stand on the rim to avoid the
filthiness.
"No, sit down."
"But It's filthy!"
The biker reached down and grabbed Julie's tits and picked her up by them.
Tears pooled up in her eyes. "Do you want to ride with me?" he demanded.
"Yes." Julie gasped.
"Yes, what bitch?"
"Yes sir!" said Julie.
"From now on, you answer to 'Bitch', and I'm Bruno. Got it?"
"Yes sir, Bruno!"
"Very good. Now put your ass on that rim." said Bruno.
"Yes sir." She said as her ass and legs contacted piss-wet lumps of shit
and paper. Julie let loose a tentative stream.
"Stop!" said Bruno. "Prop your legs up on those rails!"
"Yes sir." Julie said. She propped up her legs on the rusty handicapped
rails on either side of the stall. This exposed her clean-shaven cunt to
Bruno.
"Oh good grief! Your twat's as bare as the day you were born! You're a
little girl!"
"No I'm not!" shouted Julie.
Bruno reached down and lifted Julie by her tits again. He squeezed hard.
She knew there would be bruises.
"Never yell at me. Never contradict me, and never turn me down!" yelled
Bruno as he slammed her down on the toilet so hard that her ass submerged in
the gross filth in the bowl. "And don't ever touch your skin with a razor,
you understand?"
"Yes sir." said Julie as she arranged herself to her former position.
"Oh oh. You have shit on your cunt." said Bruno.
"I'll wash off sir."
"No. Allow me." said Bruno as he unzipped and pulled out his cock. "Allow
me."
Julie closed her eyes and cringed as the warm piss began rinsing her cunt.
When he finished, Julie opened her eyes.
"Lick it." Julie leaned forward and licked the residual piss from the tip
of his uncut cock.
"Well, now that we're both clean, hop up on the counter."
She did as she was told. Bruno began to stroke his member. It hardened up
to 10 inches. He then put her feet on his shoulders. He rubbed its head on
her piss wet cunt.
"Don't hurt me please sir."
Bruno rammed his cock in to the balls. She bit her tongue.
Bruno humped his new bitch for all she was worth. She could feel the head
hit her cervix and push it aside. The blend of pain and pleasure made her
head swim. They kissed. She tasted his cigarette breath. Suddenly, Bruno
closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and threw his head back.
He screamed, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Take it bitch!" She then felt his cock
spasm. She felt the warm wet cum filling her even fuller than she already
was!
"Let's go eat!" said Bruno. "You hungry? You've earned yourself a few more
miles and dinner on top of that."
"Yes sir!" Julie said, sounding proud of herself.
"You might work out after all!" remarked Bruno.
Chapter 3
As they entered the bar, Julie smelled two overwhelming odors. Cigarette
smoke and greasy food.
Bruno yelled, "Stumpy, where the hell are ya?"
"Back here! here I come, Bruno!"
A man in a wheelchair appeared from a back room. He had no legs, only two
short stumps covered by folded back pants legs. "How the hell are ya?"
"Good as ever." said Bruno.
"You look like you're feelin' real good, soundin' even better. That was you
a minute ago wasn't it?"
"Yeah, this is 'bitch', she's new. "Bitch, say hello to Stumpy."
"Hello sir." said Julie.
"She's good!" said Stumpy with a laugh.
"Why, thanx!" laughed Bruno. "how about two 3/4# burgers, rare and plain
with two tall necks. And a carton of Camels, no filters. Oh yeah, Bitch is
gonna need a carton, a lighter and one of those eye glasses holder lookin'
things to keep her pack in."
"I don't eat meat or smoke. I worked at the American Lung Association
Telethon and..."
Bruno lifted up Julie's halter and grabbed her tits. This time, as he
picked her up, he twisted them. He twisted them more than 180 degrees. She
could feel the supporting tissue begin to tear. Her eyes watered. She
screamed "I'm sorry sir! I don't know what I was thinking! Whatever you
say goes!"
"That's better." said Bruno as he slowly set her down, continuing the
twisting pressure. Leave these out, because I'm not done yet." He twisted
another 90 degrees, forcing more tears from his bitch's eyes. "This feels
good, doesn't it?"
"Yes sir." said Julie.
"So, you'd love it if I did this every half hour or any other time I think
about it?"
"I'd look forward to it." Julie said through tears.
Bruno let go of her tits and they grotesquely untwirled. They were streaked
red and already bruised. They weren't perky. They were pointing a bit
down.
"Now, light up." Bruno pushed all of her new paraphernalia to her.
She opened the carton and pulled out a pack. She opened the pack and
removed a cigarette. "Which end?"
"It doesn't matter, these are real cigarettes honey, no filters!" said
Bruno.
"Oh." She placed it in her mouth. It tasted awful. She lit the lighter.
As she moved the lighter to the cigarette, she thought of all the family
members and friends that had rotted away and died of lung cancer. The flame
reached the tip. As she took her first drag, she thought of filthy
ashtrays, yellow teeth, graveside services and chronic coughs. Then she
coughed.
Bruno and Stumpy laughed and laughed.
"Take another drag!" said Bruno.
Another cough, but not as bad.
"Another!"
Even less cough.
"More!"
No cough.
"From now on, any time I light up, you light up. Any of my friends lights
up, you light up. And you keep up! If we light up while you're smoking,
light up as soon as you finish. Chain smoke. Got it, bitch?"
"Yes sir." breathed out in smoke.
"Where's our beers, Stump?"
"Comin' up Bruno. Here" said Stumpy as he wheeled down the bar and set the
bottles down.
"Drink bitch. Same rules, got it?"
"Yes sir." said Julie. She'd never had beer before, but it sure cooled her
throat from the smoke.
Bruno had three cigarettes while waiting for the burgers. Stumpy had three
also, but they weren't at the same times as Bruno's, so she ended up having
five. Bruno had picked her up and twisted her tits. Between those and the
two beers, she was woozy headed.
At last the burgers came. She forced herself to eat the greasy, mostly raw,
gross animal flesh. She ate the fries. She had it all with another beer.
As they finished eating, she did as Bruno did and lit up. It was getting
almost second nature for her. She realized that her bladder was about to
burst from all of the beer. But she said nothing, for fear of what new
situation might arise. While her first fuck was over all pleasurable, it
was still sore. She held it in while they smoked and drank and played pool.
Sometimes, Julie would notice Stumpy ogling her when she bent over for a
shot or squatted to pick up a ball. It had been two hours since eating and
she'd had a big meal. In addition, she'd had a pack plus four cigarettes
and five beers. She was woozy, painfully had to piss and now she new her
rectum was beginning to pucker out uncontrollably!
"Uh, Bruno, I really gotta go please."
"Go where? You ain't leavin'" said Bruno.
"No, the bathroom! Please."
"Nah, no bathroom, you can wait just a minute, can't you?! Teasingly asked
Bruno. "Hey, Stumpy, ya got more saw dust for the floor?"
"I know where you're going with that, bro' say no more! I'll be right
back!" said Stumpy as he wheeled to the back.
Bruno locked the front doors. This almost made Julie piss and shit right
then!
"You know, we called him Stumpy before he lost his legs, ya know." said
Bruno.
"Why sir?" asked Julie, suddenly realizing that she might not want to know.
"Because he has a thirteen inch schlong! It's a joke!" Laughed Bruno.
Stumpy reappeared with the requested sawdust. He sprinkled it all around
two bar tables. When he finished, Bruno said "Hop up on the left hon. You
hop up on the right." he said motioning to Stumpy.
Stumpy wheeled to the table and hopped up. He took off his pants revealing
two horribly scarred stumps of legs and a growing, uncut, enormous cock.
Julie noticed through her drunken, light headed and revolted state that she
was getting wet.
"Undress." Bruno said. "we are going to combine our needs to have some real
fun! You haven't had sex in months, right, Stump?"
"Right." said Stump as Julie threw her clothes onto the sawdust.
"Well I'd like a little too. Bitch, you have to piss, right?"
"Yes sir." said Julie, confused.
"You also have to shit, right?"
"Yes sir."
Bruno dropped his pants and tossed them aside. He walked up to Julie and
placed his hands cupped under her ass, which was hanging off of the table.
"Well, shit!"
Bruno grabbed Julie's already sore, bruised, stretched and drooping tits and
lifted her. He not only twisted them, but also jerked her up and down by
them. The tearing of supportive tissue was audible. Julie cried, tears
flowing down her face. Bruno slammed her on the table. Stumpy, aroused,
beat his enormous meat.
"I said shit!" yelled Bruno.
"Yes sir!" cried Julie. She quickly laid two one foot long, straight,
chocolate brown logs in Bruno's hands.
"Suck it!" commanded Bruno as he shoved one against her lips. She opened
her mouth and it went to the back of her throat. She thought that she would
gag, but fought it off. Bruno fucked her mouth with it, in out, in out.
Every few strokes he would switch and give her the other turd. Stump was
masturbating maniacally. Then Bruno said "Bite it off, just the end!" She
did as she was told. "Now this one!" as the second length of her own shit
was crammed into her mouth. "Now chew!" She did. The taste was very
earthy. She could smell it too. It wasn't really bad. "Show us bitch!"
She opened her mouth wide and lolled out her tongue to show her two partners
in depravity. "Chew more! Lick your lips!" As she did so, she could feel
the warm, wet, brown moustache and goatee she was giving herself. She
thought to be erotic.
"Now, hold that ugly shaven cunt open!"
Julie was sopping wet. She was turned on and knew there was no turning
back. She may as well enjoy her lot in life. And she did. As she held her
wet cunt open, Bruno slid the first turd in, easily. She moaned.
"She's hot Bruno, hot as hell!" yelled Stump.
"Yeah, and we ain't even started good yet" said Bruno as he began to work
the second turd in with great difficulty. "Damn, she's tight!"
"Not when we're through with her she won't be!" Stump said.
With much forcing and fingering, the second turd was in Julie's cunt. It
gaped open like a panting dog's mouth.
"Roll over bitch!" said Bruno.
"Yes sir. I feel so good sir!"
"Good girl." said Bruno "Good girl.
Bruno spun the table around and shoved it up to Stump's table so that her
face was in his crotch.
"Suck his cock, bitch!"
"Yes sir." Julie began sucking on the head of the giant tool.
Bruno then shoved his cock into her cunt amidst the shit.
"Mmmmmmmm." Moaned Julie as she continued to suck.
She could feel her cunt walls stretch to accommodate the two ten inch turds
and ten inch cock. She could feel her cervix and uterus being jammed into
her intestines as Bruno fucked her hard and brutal. She actually hoped that
he would force the shit through her cervix into her womb!
After a while, she felt Bruno pull out. She felt cold air rush into her
gaping cunt. She looked up from Stump's tool to see what was wrong. Brown,
shit filled drool flowed down her chin as she said "what's wrong sir?"
"Oh, nothing, you're fine. We're just changing positions."
"OK"
"First, lick my friend's stumps" said Bruno.
"OK" she said as she lovingly licked and kissed the grotesquely scarred
stumps.
"Good. Now get up and turn around." She did. Bruno picked her up and said
"Alright, you gotta aim, OK Stump?"
"Got it, man."
Julie could feel Stump's cock against her anus as she was lowered onto it.
It resisted for a moment then snapped in!
"Oh! God! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" Julie cried.
"Hold still a second Stump, so I can get in!"
Again her fuck hole was filled. And now her ass was filled! This was
heaven! She could feel her own shit being pushed around in her fuck hole.
She could feel her intestines being rearranged while her shit hole was being
fucked. All at the same time!
"I want some of that cunt!" friend said Stump.
"Alright, hold on." Bruno said as he began to lift Julie off of Stump's
cock.
"Please sir, lift me by my tits. Hurt them, stretch them!" cried Julie.
"As you wish, bitch!" said Bruno.
"I like this one!" said Stump.
"Yeah" said Bruno as he picked Julie up by her tits with the hardest
twisting yet!
"Shake me please sir!" cried Julie through her tears.
"As you wish you little cunt. You are a cunt aren't you bitch?"
"Yes sir. I'm nothing but a cunt!"
Bruno shook her up and down.
"More sir, more"
Now he squeezed hard. He twisted a full 360 degrees while he jerked her up
and down until he heard tissues tear!
"Yes!" she screamed.
When Bruno lowered her, she felt Stump's tool bending at the entrance of her
too full fuck hole. "Please get it in! Please sir!" begged Julie.
Slowly, she felt it work in. Then, they both humped like there was no
tomorrow. Bruno asked "Ya still gotta pee, cunt?"
"Yes sir."
"Then pee!"
"Now sir?"
"Yes now. Piss to your heart's content. But we're gonna piss too."
"Yes! Yes!"
As she pissed, they pissed. She felt absolute stretched fullness as their
piss escaped her cunt, mingled with her shit and now her piss. Grotesque
noises escaped her fuck hole. Sucking noises, slurping, slapping noises.
The smell was fantastic! She was so turned on! Then a strange feeling that
she had never had before. She began to cum. For the first time in her
life, she was cumming! "I'm cumming!"
"Hear that, Stump? She's cumming! Let's help her out!"
"I'm with ya dude!" cried Stump as they all came.
When they finished, Bruno lifted her off of Stump and sat her in a chair.
"Now, clean us off." he said as he scooted her chair between Stump's legs
and stood beside them.
"Yes sir." she said matter of factly as she took Stump's shit and piss
covered cock into her mouth. She repeated with Bruno, then went back to
Stump. She ran her tongue around and under his foreskin, 'til his whole
cock was clean. And again with Bruno. She looked under the table where she
had thrown her clothes. They were covered in filth! Shit piss and sawdust.
"Should I put these on?" she said with a smile.
"Yes, just as they are."
She put on the clothes and shoes. Her dark brown nipples shown clearly
through the piss soaked yellow halter-top. It also was streaked and lumped
with shit and sawdust. Her Black leather skirt, while it didn't really show
the filth, it reeked. And Julie loved it. She could feel the wet lumps of
turds squish in her shoes and between her toes. And she could still feel
the mix of shit, piss and cum in her fuck hole.
"It's time for more smokin' and drinkin'!" exclaimed Stump as he settled
into his chair with his pants now on.
"What do you think bitch?"
"Bring it on sir." smiled Julie coyly.
"Good girl." beamed Bruno. "Good girl."
After two more hours, Julie had smoked another two and a half packs of
cigarettes and drank five more beers.
"I have to pee please sir, but would you grab my tits first?"
"OK, but let's try a new hold." said Bruno. He grabbed her tits underhanded
so that his fingers were underneath and his thumbs on top. He picked her up
and shook her up and down as well as side to side. "This'll stretch the top
more than the bottom so's the nipples will point straight down. You see
Stump?"
"Yeah, man I like that."
"What do you think bitch?" Bruno asked challengingly.
"If its what you want, I love it sir!" gargled Julie as she was shaken so
hard that she was dizzier than ever.
"Good bitch." Bruno turned her upside down and placed her in the filthy
chair she had sat in while cleaning her two partners. "Now, open yer mouth
and piss."
"Yes sir." she said as she pissed a two-foot stream straight up. She knew
what was expected, so she caught it in her mouth and swallowed. When she
was done, she asked, "Don't you have to piss?"
"Oh yeah, good bitch. "You first Stump" said Bruno.
Stump wheeled over but stayed a little ways away. When he pissed, he played
with Julie. He would piss all over her while she tried to maneuver her
mouth to catch the elusive stream. Twice, she almost fell off of the chair.
When he finished, Stump wheeled closer and she licked him clean. Bruno then
pissed on her a bit but then stuck it in her mouth. She could barely keep
up and gagged three times. When finished she said "thank you sirs." She
righted herself, lit a Camel, took a long drag and popped a long neck.
Bruno studied her for a moment then said "Look your tits are gettin' droopy
already!"
Julie got up and looked in the mirror behind the bar. Through her piss wet
shit covered halter, she could see her bruised and abused breasts. This
morning (really yesterday morning since it was now 3:30am) her breasts had
been perky, they pointed straight out, the halter only covered them. She
didn't need anything to hold them up. Now, they were longer. The nipples
pointed almost straight down. They were beginning to look like flapjacks.
She reached behind her neck and let a little slack in the halter's strings.
Her breasts hung down even more. They were sore beyond belief, but she
liked it. She liked the way they looked too. But, it wasn't enough. She
turned to face her new sex partners and said "It's a good start, but I think
it's only the beginning. I think that they should be longer and flappier.
And the nipples need to point straight down, not just close, but straight
down! And the nipples themselves need to be longer. What do you think
sir?"
"I think that you're a keeper. Tomorrow, we'll pierce your nipples and a
few more areas. Then, we can hang some weights from them to help stretch
things. What do you think, bitch?"
"I think it sounds great!" she said blowing smoke out of her nostrils for
the first time. "But won't you still stretch my tits?"
"Of course" said Bruno as he grabbed her tits underhanded, picked her up and
shook her vigorously.
Ch. 3
"If we're gonna get to the house by tomorrow night, we better get on the
road." said Bruno.
"Sir, I'm so tired." said Julie.
"Here, take this." Bruno said as he gave Julie a red capsule.
"What is it? I don't take drugs becau..." Bruno grabbed his bitch's tits
like radio knobs through her damp, filthy halter. He twisted them three
quarters of the way around and lifted and shook her, violently.
"I thought we had our arrangement clear, bitch. Do you want to be my bitch
or not?"
"I'm your bitch. I am so sorry! It won't happen again, sir."
"Well, you can make it up. Here, take this too. Your tits won't hurt as
much. At least you won't care if they do. I think we'll stay a bit
longer." Bruno handed her a white tablet with the red capsule.
"Thank you sir." Julie said and swallowed the drugs with her beer.
Stump lit up. Julie whipped out a Camel and lit off of him.
"Good girl." said Bruno. "Hop up on the bar."
Julie hopped up, her legs dangling. The skirt, short already, had hiked up
exposing the brown, yellow and white filth seeping out of the waste dump of
a cunt that had been her virgin pussy 12 hours ago.
Bruno asked, "Ya still got that camcorder, Stump?"
"Yeah, man." as he wheeled off to the back.
"Get it. Ya wanna be a movie star bitch?"
"If you want me too."
"Good answer, bitch." Bruno said as he lit up. Julie took a long drag then
lit up another Camel off it.
Stump returned with the camera. "That's a new tape."
Julie finished her beer and put her cigarette back in her mouth. She took a
long drag then let it dangle. She looked cheep. She started to throw the
bottle into the can behind the bar.
"Whoa! You're gonna use that." Said Bruno.
"Ooh! How sir?"
"Well, We're gonna document your progress as to looking like a woman as you
regrow a proper crop of hair after your shaving misadventure."
"Are you sure sir? I mean, I'm very hairy."
"How Hairy?"
"From the tops of my toes to my nipples and armpits is pretty much
continuous."
"Is it dark?"
"Pitch black."
"The hairier, the better!"
"As long as you know what you're getting into!" teased Julie.
"Fine, now, when I start filming, rub that bottle around your lips. Then,
slowly drag it down your neck to your tits. Rub it between them. Pop both
tits out of your top. Then, outline each of those bruises with the bottle.
Ya got it so far?" asked Bruno.
"Yes sir. I feel a little...dizzy. I can't...well...I can't concentrate.
I'm sorry sir. I don't want to disappoint you." mumbled Julie. Her speach
was beginning to slur.
"Here, take these, they'll make you feel better." said Bruno with a leering
smile.
"You'll feel better alright!" laughed Stump.
"What's so funny?" said Julie, distractedly.
"Nothing bitch, we're just happy." smiled Bruno as he fidgeted with his
beard. "You do want to be in a movie, right bitch?"
"Yes sir! But I need more beer to swallow these. Where's my cigarettes?"
"Here, swallow 'em with this." said Stump as he gave her a 4oz. glass of
tequilla. She swallowed them with about half the glass.
"Here's yer cigarettes, bitch. You've already smoked five packs. She
opened a fresh pack and lit up another of the unfiltered Camels.
"How many people do you want to see this movie bitch?" Bruno got a little
more serious.
"Everybody sir, everybody." Julie slurred, her eyelids a little droopy.
"How 'bout your momma? You want your momma to see the movie?" laughed
Stump.
"Of course I want momma to see the movie."
"No matter what I tell ya to do in the movie?" slyly asked Bruno.
"I'll do whatever you want sir. Everybody can watch!"
"Good bitch." said Bruno. "Good little bitch. You rember what to do?"
"Yes sir."
Bruno lifted the camera and began taping. "go bitch, go."
Julie rubbed the bottle around her fourteen year old lips like an
experienced hooker with a cock. She slowly moved it down her neck, then
between her tits. Stump had his fly open and was slowly playing with
himself. She slowly realized that she would need the hand that held her
Camel to get her tits out of the halter-top. She placed it in her mouth and
let it dangle, the smoke making her squint. She used her now free right
hand to pop each tit out. She looked decidedly cheap. She then outlined
each streak of black and blue on her abused breasts with the mouth of the
bottle.
"Cut! You did real good bitch. For the next bit, I want you to move the
bottle down to your cunt. Piss in it. You gotta piss, right?" asked Bruno.
"Yeah, I do sir. I really do." Slurred Julie. "I also gotta shit."
"That's great bitch! Your doin' great!" smiled Bruno.
"Oh boy!" grinned Stump, still whacking off. "Oh boy!"
"OK, pay attention bitch."
"Yes sir."
Bruno thought then said "First piss in the bottle. Then, put it down beside
you. Next, shit into your hand. Stick the turd up inside your cunt.
Masturbate with it. Get your hand all up inside it. OK?"
"Got it sir."
Bruno picked up the camera and began recording his new toy's performance.
"Action!"
Julie placed the bottle on her tit, right where she left off. She was
perfect. She continued smoking as the bottle moved down to her cunt. Then
she again let the Camel dangle from her mouth. With one hand, she held the
young but filthy and ravaged cunt open. Filth oozed out. With the other
hand she held the bottle up to her piss hole and began to piss. The bottle
filled to the top and overflowed an ounce or two. She set the bottle down
beside her. She took an exceptionally long drag from her cigarette then
left it in her mouth while exhaling through her nostrils. She put her hand
under her ass. She bore down, but no log! Only hard lumps of shit - lots
of them. She looked slightly worried at Bruno.
He whispered "It's OK. Just stuff them in."
She took the bunch that she already had in her hand and mashed them against
her cunt. Then she took her index finger and poked each one in
individually. Then she slowly shit the rest out one at a time, stuffing
each one into her cunt which was still full of shit, piss and cum.
"Cut!" yelled Bruno. "So far, so good. How do you like being a movie star
so far, bitch?"
"Am I really a star? Is everybody going to see our movie?" Asked Julie
sounding something between drunk and sleepy.
"Everybody." smiled Bruno. "Right Stump?"
"Right. Now get on with it." said Stump.
"Now, pay attention, bitch. Drink half of that bottle. Then, use your
finger to pull out a dozen or so of those turds. Put them in the bottle
'til it's about three quarter full. Hold it up to the light. Then, shake
it really good. Hold it to the light again. Then drink it up. Then show
us your mouth and smile. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Action!"
She picked up the bottle, full to the brim. She chugged her own piss down.
When the bottle was a little less than half full, she put it between her
legs. Then she reached her index finger up her cunt and pulled a turd out.
She stuffed it into the bottle. She repeated this until the bottle was a
little more thon three quarters full. Her judgment wasn't at its best. She
held it up to the light. The light shown through illuminating the shit
packed in it. Then she put her thumb over the top and shook the bottle
vigorously. Her formerly firm tits jiggled crazily. When she held the
bottle up to the light again, no light came through. It was a muddy piss
and shit cocktail! She then drank it down in gulps. When she opened her
mouth and smiled, Her tongue was coated with streaks of shit. Her teeth had
small specks of brown all aver them.
Bruno whispered "Reach in your cunt and get a couple of lumps and spread
them under each armpit. Then hold your arms up with your hands behind your
head."
She did exactly as told. When she was done, her pits where streaked and
lumpy with shit as she smiled a shitty grin with a half smoked Camel
dangling from her mouth.
"Cut! Beautiful! You were perfect bitch!"
"Are we done sir? My tits hurt." moaned Julie.
"Nowhere near done bitch. No where near it. Take these." Bruno handed her
a small handful of pills. Bruno and Stump went into the back.
She took them with the rest of the tequilla and lit another Camel. It was
the last of the pack. It was 5 O'clock.
Ch. 4
She next had to lay down under Stump's wheelchair. His pants were off.
When she sat up, her nose was under his balls. He reeked of not bathing.
She thought it was earthy. She liked it. It was nine in the morning. They
had poked fun at her now stubbly parts calling it "nine O'clock shadow." In
less than 24 hours, Julie had turned from thirteen to fourteen, run away
from home, lost her virginity, been double stuffed, gave blow jobs, smoked
seven packs of unfiltered Camels, drank eleven beers and 12 ounces of
tequilla, taken who knows how many pills, had her firm tits turned into
sagging bruised bags of flesh, been stuffed with and eaten her own shit,
drank her own and two men's piss and was in the process of making a porno
movie. It wasn't nearly over. It was just beginning. And through the hazy
fog of cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, she liked it.
Bruno yelled "Action!" and began to film. Stump began to jack off. As he
did, his anus puckered out. Julie opened her mouth as soft shit began to
fall out. She couldn't keep up and it piled on her face. When he finished,
she moved up and opened her mouth. Stump grabbed the back of her head in
both hands. He rammed his huge cock through the shit to the back of her
throat and fucked her face. She didn't gag. She took it. When he came,
she opened her mouth to show the mess of cum and shit. She then chewed the
mass and swallowed, showing the camera her now empty, but messy mouth.
"Cut!" yelled Bruno. "Let's get Black Bart."
"Ooh! Yeah!" said Stump.
"Is he another co-star?" asked Julie woozily.
"Oh yeah. He makes Stump look like a baby" said Bruno.
"Ooh!" cooed Julie.
The men both left for about ten minutes. Julie just slouched in a chair.
Brown stains ringed her mouth. Her clothes were even more filthy. Filth
oozed from her cunt. She stared into space while smoking and drinking beer.
When the men returned, an enormous Rotweiler was between them.
Bruno said "Sit." Bart sat.
"Down." Bart laid down.
"Over." The beast exposed his belly. His tool poked its tip out.
"Your new co-star." smiled Bruno.
"What are we going to do?" Julie said with her eyes very heavy.
"The same thing that yer both good at...following my instructions." Bart
said sternly. "No questions. Just do. Understand you fucking bitch?"
"Yes sir."
"Action!" Bruno began filming. He whispered "Pet him." She petted him.
"Scratch his stomach." She did.
As Bruno quietly gave his perverse direction, the action commenced. She
stroked Bart's cock. It came out of its sheath. She licked the tip. She
kissed it. She stroaked and sucked it. It became larger. It was thick,
already almost three inches in diameter!
"OK" Bruno continued to whisper. "Get on all fours."
As she did so, Bart began licking Julie's filthy cunt and ass. He got
harder. He climbed on and grabbed her around the waist. He started humping
even before his cock hit home. When the tip touched her cunt, he rammed it
in and started going for broke!
"OOh! God it's good!" moaned Julie.
As the black Rotweiler continued, his cock grew. It was eleven inches to
where the just begining to swell knot was. And as the knot got larger, it
began buffeting her cunt lips. The enormous cock was forcing a lot of the
previously deposited filth out. It ran down the inside of her thighs in
dark brown streams.
Julie just moaned "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh....." She drooled. Then the knot went
in. "Oh yeah, fuck me! I'm bein' fucked by a dog! Watch me fuck a dog!
Fuck!"
The cock swelled to three and a half inches. The knot swelled to five! The
cock was now a foot long for a total of seventeen and a half inches of dog
cock fucking this teen's cunt!
Then Bart stopped. "Oh my god! Mother fucker! I can feel him pumping me
full of goddamn dog cum! Pump me full you son of a bitch! Fill me up!"
After about five minutes, Bart threw his leg over his new bitch's ass so
that they were ass to ass. Every so often, Julie would comment that she
could feel him pumping his cum into her. Bart would occaisionally walk
around, dragging his bitch backwards. Julie smoked and drank beer
sometimes. Bruno gave her some more pills. They stayed coupled for an hour
and ten minutes, the whole time Bart pumping Julie full of canine cum. All
of this was being recorded. When, with a loud sucking plop, Barts cock
pulled out, cum gushed out in streams from the bitch's widely gaping cunt.
Julie lay exhausted on the floor, dipping her fingers in her cunt without
even touching the sides. She would then lick them clean for the camera.
"Great bitch!" beamed Bruno. "Very good."
Ch. 5
They had been riding on Bruno's Harley for two hours. After fucking Bart,
the three of them, including Stump had reviewed the new porn flick while
drinking tall necks and smoking. Of course, Bruno kept his bitch on a
steady diet of pills. Pills to keep her awake, pills to keep her open to
suggestion, pills to lessen pain and some pills just for kicks, to watch
their effects.
After awhile, Bruno pulled off of the two lane onto a dirt road that went
under a bridge over a creek. "We need money for gas." Bruno said to Julie.
"I'm sorry sir I only have a few dollars. You can have them." replied
Julie, eternally in and out of focus. She hadn't slept in over 36 hours.
"Well, thanks!" he said taking her money. "But we need more and you're
going to get it for us."
"How sir?"
"You'll earn it." Bruno leered. "We're comin' up on an impromptu truck
stop. You offer to blow and fuck the drivers - whatever they want."
"I'm a movie star, not a prostitute." said Julie, forgeting her place.
Bruno picked his bitch up by the tits, cruelly twisting back and forth while
shaking her.
"You're whatever I tell you to be bitch!" shouted Bruno. "Remember that!"
"Yes sir!" said Julie, crying.
"Now, wash up in the creek. Get presentable."
"Yes sir." said Julie. She went down to the creek and stripped, not caring
that passing cars and trucks could see her easily. She washed her face.
Then her arms. Then she washed the shit out of her armpits. The growing
stubble felt itchy. She washed her tits. They ached, but she really didn't
register this. The drugs did their job well. She stuck her finger up her
cunt. It was really sore, but again, it didn't matter. She pulled ungodly
amounts of filth out of her fuck hole. Out came shit, piss, cum and dog
cum. She finished up with her legs. These and other parts all had thick,
short, black stubble growing. It fascinated her.
"Now, wash yer clothes, bitch! And hurry it up!" her trance was broken by
Bruno's impatience. She was glad that she wasn't within reach.
When she was done, she put the still damp clothes back on and trudged back
up the hill to Bruno. "What's that on my seat, bitch?"
Julie looked domn where she had ridden on the bike. There was a large patch
of filth. The mix of shit, piss and cum had leaked out of her cunt while
she rode. Without hesitating, she bent down and licked it up, swallowing it
all.
"Good bitch! Maybe I'll keep you after all."
"Please sir, don't make me leave. I don't have anywhere else to go!"
pleaded Julie.
"Just do as you're told and I might let you stay."
"Thank you sir." smiled Julie through a tear.
Bruno thought to himself that this was going to be good.
He explained what to do, how to do it and how much to charge. She nodded
her head. They got back onto the two lane and rode. In a few minutes, the
wind blew her clothes dry. This made her cold. In the past, her nipples
would have stuck straight out. Now, they pointed nearly straight down,
straining against the sheer, bright yellow lycra halter-top. They soon came
upon about a dozen trucks, not that she could count real well anymore.
Bruno pulled over about thirty yards short of the nearest one.
"OK, get to it."
"Yes sir." She got off the Harley. She lit a Camel and took a long, deep
drag from the unfiltered cigarette. It felt good, she hadn't had one in an
hour or more. She shook her ass in the most slutty fashion that she could.
As she approached a group of about twenty truckers who were standing around
talking, she said "You boys horny?"
One of them said "Yeah babe, how much?"
"Five dollars to suck you off, ten to fuck and twenty gets you my poop
chute."
Another asked "How many can you handle, little lady?"
"I take all comers and everyone cums." teased Julie. She was doing perfect
thought Bruno as he watched.
"Well," said one trucker as he opened the back of his cab, "I got room, come
on. I want some of your ass!"
"Twenty first." said Julie seriously.
"OK, here." he gave her the money as she got in the cab on all fours,
exposing her shit hole for all to see.
"Oh boy." said the trucker as he stuck it in and began to pump.
When he had come in her ass, the next climbed in with a five. She blew him
and swallowed. The next guy fucked her old fashioned for ten. Eventually,
all of them did her one way or another, some of them two or three times. It
took about an hour and a half. She then walked, bowlegged, back to Bruno.
He counted the cash.
"Three hundred ten dollars, you did good bitch." smiled Bruno.
"Thank you sir." smiled Julie, licking some jism from the corners of her
mouth. "How many times a day should I do that, sir?"
"Uh, well..." This actually took Bruno by surprise. "Just whenever I tell
you to." He was pleased.
"Yes sir."
They rode on.
CH. 6
They stopped every so often for gas, or to smoke and have a beer. Julie
found herself craving a cigarette very frequently. She remebered being an
avid anti-smoker. She hated it when she smelled smoke. It had been a
filthy habit to her. Now she almost constantly craved one. An unfiltered
Camel at that! Pure raw smoke whent straight and deep into her young lungs.
And she liked it. She liked to blow it out her nostrils, fascinated by it
if she could see in a mirror like at Stump's. She was constantly spitting
the little bits of tobacco that came with smoking unfiltered cigarettes.
She only hod four left in her last pack from her carton. In her first full
day smoking she thought, she will have
smoked ten packs.
She loved beer. Delicious stuff. And these pills were so nice. She felt
fine, great in fact! And sex. Fucking was so good! She felt so silly to
have been against these wonderful things! She felt glad to have met Bruno.
He said that they were going to meet his friends in the "club". Maybe she
would be initiated tonight!
They pulled into a truck stop about nightfall. They both felt cranky.
Julie hadn't had a cigarette in three quarters of an hour. She was out.
Bruno was hungry. Julie wasn't. She couldn't remember the last time that
she was hungry. She wondered why.
There was a bus out front that said "Leon and the Lions" on the side. A
group of fifteen blacks were gathered around it, passing a couple of joints
around. Julie was frightened, vaguely remembering about her father's death.
They saw the pair walking toward them and one said "Yo, how's it goin'?"
"Fine man, fine." said Bruno.
"What's up?"
"I'm takin' my bitch in for dinner." said Bruno.
"Your bitch interested in a diversion before dinner?" asked the black dude.
"Tell 'em the rates, bitch." ordered Bruno.
"But sir..." began Julie, terrified of the prospect.
Bruno grabbed her long raven hair and snapped her head back. "The rates
bitch!"
"Five to suck you off, ten to fuck and tmenty to fuck my ass." said the
bitch as Bruno let her head down.
"Woah, that's a bit high. How about a bulk rate?" smiled the dark, black
man.
Bruno was very displeased. His bitch had balked in front of strangers.
"Alright, five bucks for an hour in your bus. Do whatever ya' want with
her."
"Alright!"
"Sir? Can I have a cigarette first?" asked Julie sadly.
"Baby, here." The black passed her a joint, it's tip soaked and wet from
being passed around amongst the blacks.
She took it and watched Bruno go into the diner. She put the wet end in her
mouth a took a drag. It tasted hot and sweet. She exhaled.
"No baby, hold it in, hold it in." They all laughed. She took another drag
and held her breath. She felt good.
They climbed into the bus. The other fourteen blacks followed.
One of them had a Coke can with holes. It had a joint in one. He put it to
her mouth and blew. She was dizzy. Her first pot. They made her smoke a
lot for a few minutes. In fact, she hardly breathed except through the can
or a joint. Her head was expanding.
She found a large black cock in her face. She took it into her mouth and
sucked it. His crotch smelled like a locker room. He pulled it out and sat
on her face.
"Kiss my ass white bitch!"
She did.
"Lick it." As she did, he farted. "Don't stop white bitch, keep it up!
Stick your tongue in my ass." She did and he farted again. She breathed
deep and tongued his ass vigorously. "White bitch likes it, don't ya
bitch?"
"mm hmmm." agreed Julie as she felt a long, thick black cock enter her cunt.
She dug out a turd and ate it. He told the others and they went wild. He
pushed one out, she ate it whole. He backed up, dangling his cock over her
open mouth.
"Watch this guys." he said and began to piss. She drank it all. "She's a
human toilet!"
"My turn, man get off!" said another as he sat on her face and took a long,
hard shit in her mouth. It was so firm, she had to chew it. Meanwhile, the
black cock in her cunt began filling her with cum. As he backed out,
another took his place. This one shoved his huge cock up her ass. As the
one on her face finished, another came and pissed, washing down the shit.
This continued until all had pissed and shit in her mouth and had fucked at
least once her cunt, ass or face. They constantly called her "white bitch",
"white slut", "toilet mouth" or just "cunt." Some would ask her "what would
your momma think, huh, bitch?"
When they were done with their hour, they shoved her out of the bus. She
landed on her hands and knees, scraping them. Her holes were pouring cum
onto the pavement. She got up and walked, very bowlegged. She wandered
into the diner and found Bruno and sat next to him.
"You smell like shit bitch!"
"I'm sorry sir."
"Here, I got you a carton of Camels."
"Oh, good, I need one sir." as she tore it open and fired up. I enjoyed the
pot. Do they have any at the "club?" she asked, exhaling smoke.
"Oh yeah."
"Good."
"Here, you want these? You earned' em." Bruno said as he offered her a
handful of mixed pills.
"Yes, thank you sir." Julie answered. She swallowed them in one gulp with
her beer.
After sitting for about half an hour eating (Julie din't eat. She was,
after all, already full!) Bruno said "Follow me to the restroom."
"Yes sir." they got up and walked to the back. Bruno looked aroun and
pulled her into the men's room.
"I got somethin' for you. Here." He took out a small baggie of white
powder, a spoon, a rubber hose and a syringe. Julie stared dreamily as he
cooked it up. She watched him wrap the hose around her arm and tap for a
vein. She wathed the needle go into the vein and Bruno push the plunger.
As he removed the hose, she felt warm, like she was in her mother's arms.
As she passed out, Bruno threw her over his shoulder. It was her first
sleep since waking up on her fourteenth birthday two days ago.
Bruno hand-cuffed her hands around his waist so that she wouldn't fall off
while they rode. He would love to keep her up longer, but she mustn't see
the way into, or out of, the "club."
Ch. 7
When Julie woke up, they were on a dirt road. She felt sick to her stomach.
"Sir, I don't feel so good." she said into Bruno's ear.
"Alright, I'll pull over. You'll be OK." he said.
He pulled over where the road passed a meadow. They got off of the bike.
Julie collapsed into a heap when Bruno removed her hand cuffs. Bruno got a
bag off of the bike. He got out some white powder, the same syringe that he
had used earlier, a spoon, some bottled water and a rubber hose. He began
cooking up the mixture.
"What's that sir?" asked Julie, her eyes sunken with dark rings under them.
"Heroin. Ya want some?"
"Will it make me feel better?"
Bruno eyed her with stearness.
Julie corrected herself, "Do you want me to have it?"
"Yep."
Julie held out her arm, showing the previous needle mark. Bruno wrapped the
hose around her upper arm. He thumped a vein beside the previous one. He
then slid the needle into the vein. He depressed the plunger.
"Ya ready?"
"Yes sir."
He undid the hose. As he did, Julie felt a warm rush envelope her. She
didn't get as much as last time, so she just got high, not unconcious.
"Mmmmmmmmm. That's nice." she purred.
"Ya like that bitch?"
"Yes sir."
"You want some more bitch?"
Julie held out her arm. "Yes sir." she answered lazily.
"Later."
"OK."
He reached into the bag and pulled out some bottles. He handed her a
handful of red and white pills and capsules with a warm beer. "Take these."
"Yes sir." she swallowed them and chug a lugged the beer. "You haven't
played with my tits in a while sir." Julie teased, as she lit a Camel. She
blew the smoke out of her nostrils.
"Ya know, you're right." He reached into the bag and produced some cord.
"Get naked bitch."
"Yes sir."
She stripped. Her tits dangled, the nipples pointing almost straight down.
They were streaked black and blue. Bruno began to tightly tie the cord
around each tit. Each time he cinched up on the cord, connective tissue
could be heard, tearing. The abused breasts quickly began to turn purple.
She looked at them dreamily. Bruno got a small bag out of the Harley's
saddle bags. He set it down.
"What's in there, sir?"
"Later"
"OOOh."
He walked a short distance. He came back with a long, thin switch. "Ready
bitch?"
"Yes sir!"
"No flinching!"
"No sir."
"Stand up straight, stick your tits out and keep your arms at your side."
"As you wish sir." Her tits by now were swollen, engorged with blood. The
nipples, naturally large anyway, were the size of thumbs now. The flesh of
her tits was so stretched from engorgement that the skin was shiny. Bruno
reached back then struck her tits hard. A wheal immediately began rising on
both tits. She didn't cry out. Through the drugs, she felt the pain, but
it was remote and she didn't care. He struck again. Another pair of
wheals. He struck again and again and again. She smiled as her tits
absorbed the abuse. He stopped.
"Good bitch."
"Thank you sir." Bruno then lit a cigarette. He gave her one. She lit off
of him. "What's next sir?"
Bruno reached into the bag and pulled out some rope. He threaded it between
her tits, under the cord and tied it off. He trew the other end over an
overhanging branch. He pulled out the slack, then let a slight amount back
in. "Ready bitch?"
"Yes sir."
Bruno yanked hard. Julie was yanked up with a grunt, her feet dangling a
foot off of the ground. "Oh God, yes!" she screamed.
"More bitch?"
"Yes sir, yes please!" she squeeled.
Bruno grabbed his bitch by the waist and yanked. He yanked several times,
each time damaging the connective tissue that gave them shape. They were
permanently ruined. Bruno was not finished, though. Not by a long shot!
"What do you want your tits to look like you little cunt?" he asked as he
lowered her.
"What do you want them to look like sir?"
"I want them to be like empty bags. Floppy, flappy shapeless bags. With
the nipples, long and stretched like old rubber bands, pointing straight
down!"
"Then do it! Whatever it takes, do it! I want to be perfect. Shape me as
you wish sir!" He yanked down on her waist several times. He punched her
hideously colored breasts brutally and repeatedly.
"Good bitch." He took four pair of 12" vice-grip pliers out of the bag. He
eyed her nipples, then adjusted two of the pliers to be open about a tenth
the thickness of the nipples. He then clamped them to her swollen nipples
and net them hang. The nipples hung down and stretched an inch and a half.
He cut the cord binding her breasts. They hung straight down. As the blood
emptied from being tournequetted in, the bruises and weals began to show.
"Spread your legs bitch." She did. He treated her inner cunt lips to the
same treatment that her nipples were enduring. "How's that bitch?"
"Mmmmm. Good sir." Julie was so high from the drugs. If she were to see
herself straight, she'd cry.
"Put on yer shoes." She did. "Follow me." He lit up, so did she. He
picked up everything and replaced it on the bike. He got on and fired it
up. "Ready bitch?"
"Yes sir." He slowly rode down the dirt road. She followed walking fast
and wobbly. She was naked ewcept for The vice-grips and her black spike
heels. The pliers all swung bizzarely and out of sink. She was a sight!
Ch. 8
Every so often, Bruno would stop and make Julie do jumping jacks. Then
they'd smoke three or four cigarettes, drink a beer or two and start again.
Every two or three stops there'd be more pills for Julie. Once, they'd
stopped and Bruno taught her how to cook the heroin and shoot up herself.
"Can I have a little pack for this like I have for my Camels?" Julie asked.
"Yeah, after we get to the"club."" said Bruno. "If you want. That way, you
can shoot up any time."
"I'd like that sir."
Bruno thought for a moment then asked, "How old are you anyway?"
"Do you really want to know sir?" teased Julie, shaking her tits so that the
vice-grips swung obscenely.
Bruno released the pliers, dropping them to the ground. He twisted her now
sagging, floppy tits and lifted his bitch. She gasped with pleasure,
drooling a little and smiling. "Look bitch, when I ask, I want a straight
answer!"
"I turned fourteen the day we met!" blurtted Julie.
"Damn, fresh meat! I bet you were a virgin."
"Yes sir. But now I'm your bitch. I only want to make you happy."
"Well, your doin' pretty good. Keep it up." admitted Bruno.
"Thank you sir." beamed Julie.
"Sit on the Harley."
"Yes sir." She hopped on, side saddle.
Bruno reached into a saddle bag and got out a tool pouch. He took out an
awl and two 2" brass padlocks.
"Hold still so's this ends up straight."
"Yes sir."
He grabbed a nipple, then forced the awl through to the hilt. There was a
fair amount of blood. He then slid out the awl and forced the hasp of one
of the padlocks through the nipple and locked it. He repeated this with the
other nipple. "How's that?" he said, eyeing his work.
"They're beautiful. They feel great!"
"Good bitch."
He then said, "Put your feet up on the handlebars. And put this towel under
your ass."
"Yes sir."
He pulled out 8 1.5" diameter 14 gauge rings and 10 2" 12 gauge rings from
the pouch. He removed the pliers from her inner labia. He proceeded with
the awl to make four holes in each of Julie's inner labia, placing one of
the smaller rings in each. He then put five holes in each of the outer
labia, filling them with the two inch rings. She now had a piercing in each
nipple and eighteen in her cunt. "How's that bitch?"
She leaned forward, dangling a cigarette in her mouth and grabbing the
handlebars for balance. "They're beautiful! And to think that mommy
dearest wouldn't let me pierce my ears or bellybutton!"
"Well, hell, we can fix that!"
When the biker was done, the teenager had a one inch padlock in each ear and
in her navel. She beamed with pride.
"Get dressed bitch."
She did as she was told. The skirt barely hid the labial rings. The
earings and navel locks looked a little odd, but the floppy tits with the
dark brown nipples stretched by the large padlocks could be seen easily in
the see through, bright yellow lycra halter-top! And her stubble was
becoming plainly visible. She was a slave whore and looked every bit the
part. And she loved it!
"Hop on bitch. Next stop, the "club."
Ch. 9
The dirt road turned to two ruts with thick grass growing in the middle.
Every so often, they'd stop and smoke a few Camels and drink a few beers.
Bruno kept a constant supply of pills going down Julie's throat. On one
stop, she performed the entire heroin ritual all on her own. She loved the
warm, cozy feeling it gave her. She absolutely had to have her Camels. She
found herself lighting one every time she had a free moment, not just when
Bruno was smoking. She found the bits of tobacco that she constantly had to
spit annoying, but she loved her cigarettes. Julie lit a Camel. She
vaguely knew that the pills that she was always swallowing had alot to do
with her pleasant state of mind. She found herself toying with her nipple
padlocks. She didn't recall pulling her tits out from the halter top, but
there they were. She was pulling and twisting them, watching how her
formerly perky nipples stretched and slowly returned, but not quite to where
they had been a moment ago.
"Play with yer cunt." Bruno said matter of factly.
"Yes sir." Julie didn't need to pull up the short skirt. Just sitting in
the grass exposed her cunt to the daylight.
She began rubbing her now pierced clit. She threw back her head and moaned.
She rubbed a little faster. Then she stuck three fingers into her cunt,
rapidly thrusting in and out.
"Hey bitch, look here." Julie looked up without missing a beat. Bruno had
the camcorder going.
"Are we making more of my movie?"
"Oh yeah. Gonna show it to the club tonight."
"My debut!"
"Your debut alright! In more ways than one!" Bruno laughed.
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Tonight, after the movie, you do whatever, anybody, any time tells you to
do. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"I mean anything!" Bruno looked very serious.
"I'll do anything they want sir. You want me in the "club" don't you sir?"
"Yep. You'll do good though."
"Thank you sir."
"How about another "chocolate shake" for the camera?"
"Yes sir." Julie said, then licked her fingers clean. She finished her
beer, dangled her Camel from her mouth and placed the bottle under her
bottom.
"Oh no. I'll make the shake this time." Bruno took the bottle from her.
He set the camera on the seat of the Harley so that it would record
everything. He dropped his jeans. Then he pissed, filling the bottle about
half way. He then squatted down. "Do the honors bitch."
"Yes sir." She reached down and grabbed a long, almost black, hard turd as
it emmerged from the biker's ass. She stuffed it into the bottle. It was
larger in diameter than the opening, so a large amount globbed up at the
opening, like a large mushroom. She then licked her fingers clean, leaving
streaks of dark brown on her lips. Bruno had, by now, pulled up his jeans
and had resumed holding the camera. "Ready sir?"
"Go for it bitch." Julie first rubbed the mouth of the bottle clean in her
cunt, the rings jingling on the glass. The bottle's opening came out clean,
most of the shit staying in her filthy cunt. "Oh you are good."
"Thank you sir." She said then put her thumb over the bottle and shook.
Then she chugged it all down except for the last, lumpy bit. This she
swished between her teeth then swallowed. After this, she grinned a shit
covered smile into the camera.
"Alright, let's try this." said Bruno as he unlocked her nipple padlocks.
He then replaced them with 1.5 inch diameter 12 gauge rings. He pulled the
sheer yellow halter-top back over her sagging tits. "They go more with the
look." he said as he undid the halter, let out slack so that her tits would
sag more, then retied it.
"Anything you say sir." Julie said, lighting another Camel.
Ch. 10
About ten miles back, the path had reduced to a single deep rut. Now, as
they crested a hill, it became gravely and wider. After about four rest
stops in the last five hours, (traveling was exhausting on the Harley, even
for a man Bruno's size in these ruts) Julie had smoked three packs of Camels
and started drinking tequila along with taking her pills and shooting up
heroin. She had only slept for two or three hours since she met her huge
master. The fourteen year old couldn't remember how long it had been since
she left home. She remembered most of the things that she had been doing,
in a vague sort of way. She only felt warm and pleasant. In fact, it had
been five days. Everywhere that had been smooth was now covered in dark
short black hair as her copious body hair was growing back. Legs, armpits,
nipples, chest-to-cunt treasure trail, cunt, ass and legs - all hairy.
Needle tracks were all over her arms and thighs. Her tits, until five days
ago firm and perky 34 B's, sagged and flapped, covered in bruises and
stretch marks. They were not as thick as her hands now. The nipples, once
like the ends of her fingers pointing straight out, now pointed straight
down and stretched almost as long as her little finger. Her formerly virgin
cunt was now stretched out from being fucked by over forty men, white and
black, and even a dog. Never mind its acrid stench from all of the piss,
shit and cum that had been in it. Not even her shit hole was virgin now.
Her ears, navel, nipples, clit and cunt lips were now pierced. Some of the
piercings, along with the needle tracks, were infected. Her teeth were
already yellowing from the six or seven packs of unfiltered Camels she was
chain smoking every day.
She was definitely not the virgin little thirteen year old she had been only
five days ago.
But, she was happy. She was a movie star. She loved to make Bruno, her
master, happy. She would do anything that he or his friends wanted, no
matter how depraved.
Little did she know that, as they crested the final hill and the "club" came
into view, her slide into depravity had only just begun.
Herbimbo
lauren
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