Pool Party

By: Parker

WARNING: This story involves rather a good deal of non-

consensual sex, humiliation and any number of other

things, which should not be undertaken in real life. If

you do not want to read this sort of material, STOP NOW!

***

No one was happy to see Jennifer.

Which, to an outsider, might have seemed surprising.

With her thick, black hair, flawless alabaster skin,

full red lips and slender, athletic despite-the-fact-I-

never-lower-myself-to-exercise body, Jennifer Watson was

one of the most desirable girls on campus. At least as

far as looks went. And the male students of the Phi Phi

Phi fraternity were certainly just about as appreciative

of good looking women as one would expect them to be.

Even more so.

This particular good looking woman, however, was the

president and head agitator of the local chapter of

Concerned Students for Political Correctness. In her

second year at Bakersville College North, she had been

instrumental in the college's decision to withdraw

funding from the fraternity newsletter as a result of

certain allegedly sexist comments.

She had later caused the fraternity's sponsoring

professor to be suspended indefinitely because of some

unsubstantiated allegations regarding sexual proposals

he had made to a female student (who had, incidentally,

received a failing grade just prior to the accusations).

All things considered, Jennifer Watson had been a thorn

in the side of the fraternity during her four years at

BCN.

Her most recent success, however, topped them all. She

had been working for years now to get the PPP's annual

"Slave Auction" cancelled. Each year, the PPP fraternity

and some of the girl's from one of the sorority houses

on campus held a mock Slave Auction to raise money for

improvements to their facilities. For the last few

years, they had been raising money to add an indoor pool

to the fraternity house.

Not only had Jennifer spearheaded the successful drive

to cancel the Slave Auction (due to the fact that it

"trivialized the experiences of visible minorities who

had suffered slavery in the past and mocked the state of

women everywhere, whose present existence was little

better than slavery at the hands of the male oriented

hierarchical society"), but she had convinced the

college to expropriate the money raised over the last

few years and put it towards the commission of a piece

of modern sculpture celebrating Sisterhood in the

twentieth century.

So, when Jennifer showed up at the door of the PPP

fraternity house where the members of the fraternity who

had been planning the event were gathered for a drunken

'wake' - a so-called 'pool party' - no one was

particularly pleased to see her.

It was the guy who opened the door, one Mark Spenser,

who - despite not usually being a particularly

articulate individual - voiced the feelings of the

entire group: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Jennifer just smirked. She had been out for a couple of

drinks with some friends earlier that evening and had

been on her way to the airport (it was spring break, and

she had arranged to get away by herself for a while)

when she had decided to drop by the frat house to see

how they were taking the news. In fact, she was a little

drunk.

"Just stopping by to say goodbye," she explained,

slurring her words a bit. "Wanted to make certain that

there were no hard feelings."

"No hard feelings?" Mark was incredulous. "Fuck that.

You came here to rub it in more like it."

Jennifer's eyes widened in mock surprise. She *loved*

this! "Not at all," she protested, trying not to laugh.

These guys were soooooo stupid. "I did it for your

benefit too. It's an important lesson to learn, but..."

Mark had heard enough. "Why don't you just..."

"Hold on a moment." Mark was cut off by a quiet, intense

voice. "She's right." Amazed, Mark turned to confront

the person behind him. It was...

"Gary?" A freshman at BCN and an applicant to join the

fraternity. What was...

"Just a second, Mark." The speaker, a tall geeky looking

guy with short black hair and glasses approached and

placed his hand on Mark's shoulder. "Jennifer here has a

point." The entire room had fallen silent. Even Jennifer

was astounded. Was this guy making fun of her? "What we

were doing was insensitive," Gary explained. "It was

wrong. And I think that we should thank Jennifer for

pointing it out to us."

He turned. "Sharon," he called out, "get Jennifer here a

drink." He turned back to the girl who stood, silent and

staring in the doorway. "Beer OK?"

Jennifer nodded a puzzled assent, still unsure as to

whether or not this guy was making fun of her.

"A beer," Gary called out. Mark started to say

something, but Gary ignored him. "Come in," he invited

Jennifer. "Let us make up for some of the harsh words

that've passed between our organizations."

In her partially drunken state, Jennifer actually

believed him. She entered the room. Gary closed the door

behind her and Mark stomped off. The music started up

again, and Sharon - a short, pudgy girl with pig eyes,

Jennifer noticed, conscious as always of her own beauty

- returned a few moments later with a glass of beer.

Jennifer accepted it without thanks and took a sip.

Gary sat her down on the couch as the 'pool party'

started up again around them. He began talking to her

about the Slave Auction and generally engaged her in

conversation while she finished the beer and then

another, also brought by Sharon. After a while, she

began to feel a queer sort of disassociation, almost as

if her mind was floating free from her body. The room

was getting warmer and warmer; the music drifted away...

Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her

chest. She looked down to see that her breasts were

fully exposed; her blouse had somehow come open and her

bra unfastened.

"G-Gary?" What was... but when she looked up, it was

Mark sitting in front of her, playing with her breasts.

Panicked, she brought her hands up to stop him, but she

seemed to be completely lacking in strength.

Everything seemed so far away...

Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just

as she opened her mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The

feel of his warm lips on hers sent tingles of pleasure

shooting through her. She could only moan in pleasure as

his tongue vigorously explored the inside of her mouth.

She didn't know what was happening to her... or why; but

it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stopped trying to

stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she

wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and...

No. It wasn't Mark any more. It was someone else. Some

guy she didn't know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but

she was held down by what seemed to her to be

disembodied hands on her shoulders. She was lying back

on the couch, legs spread as the guy fucked his cock in

and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy. Involuntarily,

she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips up against him

to increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.

From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair

and pulled her head back and upwards. She opened her

mouth to gasp in pain, and immediately a large, warm

cock slid in between her thick, wet lips. She gagged

slightly at this intrusion, but instinctively began

sucking at it. It tasted so good!

The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after

wad of warm, wet sperm into her welcoming thighs. She

felt a series of little orgasms wrack her body as she

slurped hungrily at...

At...

She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white

sperm which now coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn't

sure how many cocks she had sucked, but a large number

of them had erupted onto her face rather than into her

mouth. The sperm felt warm and sticky as she wiped at it

with her long, delicate fingers.

She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind

her, sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned

and grunted in pleasure, coming at the same time as cock

in her pussy. She was still halfway through the orgasm

when the cock pulled out and another took its place.

It felt so good!

"Please... please... please..."

Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as

Jennifer Watson, on her hands and knees, mouth and pussy

simultaneously stuffed with cock, her beautiful face

shining with a thick coating of sperm and drool, bucked

and moaned with obvious pleasure. Jennifer Watson - the

president of the Concerned Students for Political

Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had fucked at least a

dozen guys so far and was still going strong.

That Gary!

What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was

only a freshman, Gary's actions that night had pretty

much assured him not only a place in the fraternity, but

a place in the upper echelons. What a guy. For some

reason, however, Gary had not wanted to take a turn with

the bitch - he had even left early with his girlfriend

Sharon - but that didn't matter. All that mattered now

was that he get another shot as this whore before the

drug wore off.

Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time

that night!) as he waited for another turn with the

slut.

In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There

were only ten of them! Completely spent, they sat around

the room in languid satisfaction, watching in amazement

as Jennifer Watson lay, like some naked and fucked out

whore, on the floor in the centre of the living room.

The raven haired slut lay on her back, legs spread

widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still working

busily away in her sopping cunt.

What a whore.

This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and

Cindy as they entered the frat house. They were the

girls from the nearby sorority house who had been

helping plan the fund raising Slave Auction for the

pool.

"What the hell?"

Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer

had shown up at the party to gloat and how Gary had

drugged the bitch so she would turn into a slut. He had

been afraid that they might be angry, but the girls

seemed more amused than anything else. Jennifer had,

over the last few years, fucked them over with her

political correctness as much as she had the fraternity.

Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even

sat herself down beside the naked squirming girl and

began playing with Jennifer's exposed pussy. Although

not nearly as beautiful as the slut on the floor, Tammy

was still very attractive in a pudgy sort of way, with

shoulder length blonde hair and wide, green eyes. The

boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girl slid a

finger in and out of the slut's sopping pussy. A number

of them began to get hard again.

"Jennifer the campus slut," Tammy muttered, grinning.

"Jennifer the fuck-pet." Tammy looked up at the rest of

the group. "I like the sound of that." Half oblivious,

the subject of Tammy's comments moaned and lifted her

hips off the floor, trying desperately to grind her

pussy into Tammy's hand.

"Please..."

Everyone laughed.

Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl

with long black hair and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses

that gave her a studious, old-fashioned appearance. Lisa

was the one who always saw the downside of things.

"You've got a problem here," she said, frowning. "This

is fine now when she's drugged, but what about when she

sobers up?" The guys looked puzzled. What about it?

"She'll cry rape," Lisa explained.

Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began talking

loudly. Once again, it was Mark who voiced their

feelings. "But she was willing," he protested. "Everyone

saw it."

"Who do you think they'll believe?" Lisa asked him.

Mark fell silent.

"She's right," Cindy agreed. "No one will ever believe

that she willingly fucked all you guys."

"Fuck..." Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy

played with her pussy. Every time she was about to come,

Tammy would pull her hand away. " Fuck me... please..."

"Especially after what she did," Becky stated,

continuing the thought. Despite the fact that Becky was

a pale skinned red head and Cindy negro, the two girls

were known as the 'twins'. The went everywhere together

and were co-leaders of the cheerleading squad.

"Getting your pool money confiscated," Cindy finished,

"and getting the Auction cancelled."

The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were

right. When word got out, they would be lucky to stay

out of jail, never mind being kicked out of school.

Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn't

stuck around. Next time he came around...

"Don't panic," Tammy smirked, looking up from where she

sat on the floor beside the squirming girl. "I think I

see a way out of this..."

Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust

that suffused her body. The hand in her pussy had moved

away, but she was still able to masturbate herself. It

didn't feel as good as when someone else was doing it,

but at least she actually brought herself off. Jennifer

hazily watched the others in the room as she rapidly

slid her fingers up and down over her pussy. They seemed

to be talking about something...

Why were they all being so serious? Why didn't one of

the boys fuck her again? She needed it so bad...

"Fuck me..." she whined. "Somebody... please?"

But it was no use. They were busy with something else.

One of the girls - Lisa, her fogged mind informed her,

properly placing the name with the face - had taken off

her clothes and was getting dressed again, this time in

a different set of clothes. Jennifer's mind groped and

struggled with an idea. What was it? Then she realized:

they were *her* clothes! Lisa was getting dressed in

Jennifer's clothing.

Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim

build, Lisa looked something like Jennifer, at least

from afar. It was funny: Lisa playing Jennifer!

Still... still, a thread of unease writhed its way

through her drug-induced haze. Almost against her will,

Jennifer began to pay attention to what was being said:

"...car keys. Phone when you get there and... at

airport. Make sure they see you, but not too..."

What was happening?

Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer's clothes and

jacket. The unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as

another orgasm, smaller this time, racked her body while

the door swung shut.

What was going on?

Another girl, the name 'Tammy' entered Jennifer's groggy

mind, turned her attention downwards. She smiled as she

noticed that Jennifer was focusing on her. Jennifer felt

another twinge of unease cut through the fading lust at

that smile. She felt that she must know this girl from

somewhere. Wasn't she...

Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an

upright, sitting position. Jennifer grunted with

discomfort as she felt the now-cold sperm dribble out of

her suddenly aching pussy when she sat up. "Come along,

little Jennifer Fucktoy," Tammy whispered. "Time to get

dressed and go home."

Home. Something in Jennifer's mind objected to being

called 'fucktoy', but 'home' sounded good.

Warm. Safe.

With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled

Jennifer's slender arms upward, and slid the a thin top

down over Jennifer's head and over her chest. The three

girls than heaved Jennifer to her unsteady feet, and

pulled some sort of miniskirt up to her waist. Jennifer

squirmed, not liking the feel of the tight polyester on

her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally,

Tammy reached down and strapped a pair of four inch

heels onto the feet of the weakly struggling girl.

"All done," Tammy announced, standing. "Let's take a

look."

Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the

heels, looking about the room. Everyone was staring at

her. The guys... Mark... the girls... Confused, she

turned in a circle, stumbling slightly on the heels,

looking about until she caught sight of herself in a

mirror.

Omygod!

The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror

looked like a complete slut! She wore a tight, black

polyester skirt that barely covered four inches below

the rounded bottom of her asscheeks. Likewise, the

bright, pink sleeveless top clearly revealed the

outlines of her nipples, and hung only halfway down her

front, clearly exposing her stomach.

The only other item of clothing the girl was wearing was

a pair of shiny black pumps. The girl's tangled, matted

hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance, as it hung down

over her face, half concealing her wide, brown eyes and

thick, pouty lips.

In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her,

and then felt the other girl's hands reach around and

cup her thinly covered breasts.

"Come along, little play-slut," Tammy whispered in her

ears, nibbling and biting between words. "Time to go

home."

Home. That sounded right.

Warm.

Safe.

Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the

other girls, unresisting, out the back door and across

the parking lot to a waiting car. In fact, she couldn't

have fought back if she had wanted to; the drugs and

alcohol made it almost impossible for her to walk

unaided on the four inch heels, and she was forced to

lean on the other girls for support.

On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a

group of guys heading in the opposite direction.

Jennifer looked one of them in the eye and tried to ask

for help, but he just smirked at her. Another guy

whistled as the girls walked past.

"See," Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys

moved away. "No one will see Jennifer Watson. Just some

party slut."

Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked

the back door and shoved her inside with the aid of

Cindy.

Jennifer's last thought before she finally passed out on

the back seat was what was said between Tammy and Becky

- the former still playing with her breasts - was of

home.

Safe.

*

When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she

found herself fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by

four sets of cold metal handcuffs, each one attaching

its respective wrist or ankle to the four corners of the

bed frame. She struggled not to give in to panic as her

mind slowly replayed for her the events of the

previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of

knowing how long she had been unconscious.

Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story.

Despite the drugs and alcohol, her memory was pretty

much intact: the arrival at the frat house (for a little

bit of frat-baiting); the drinking; the strange feeling

of disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach

heaved at the thought); the trip to the car...

Then nothing.

Where was she?

Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face

and looked down at herself. Oh god! It was every bit as

bad as she'd remembered! With the exception of the shoes

- her feet were now bare - she was still wearing the

clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top;

the miniskirt... Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a

bit, but there were still spots of dried cum dotting the

tank top and miniskirt.

She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding

handcuffs just bit a little further into her wrists,

adding another layer of pain to overlay the general

ache, which permeated her abused body. The captive girl

moaned in agony as the slight movement of her legs

rubbed the inside of her thighs together. She had

obviously been rubbed raw the night before.

Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for

anything, but could only manage a weak sound that was

halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in

misery. The after affects of the drugs and alcohol had

left her throat parched and her head aching.

"Help me," she whispered.

As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered

the room, carrying with her a large bottle of mineral

water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to swell shut at

the sight of it.

"Water?" she moaned.

Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the

bottle down beside the bed - out of Jennifer's limited

reach, of course - and sat down on the side of the bed.

"How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not

feeling too good, hmm?" She reached over and ran her

fingers through her captive's thick black hair. "Little

Jennie have too much to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-

Jen."

Jennifer ignored the insults.

Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water."

"Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have

some things to talk about first." She moved her hands

lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down her

captive's tear-stained cheek and then down to her barely

covered breasts. Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and

unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play with her

firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to

pull away. Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice

these attempts to avoid her touch.

"Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock

firmness. She grasped one of Jennifer's nipples between

two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned

in pain. "You're my little playmate now," the blonde

said, still squeezing. "My little play puss. Little

playtoys don't try to move away. They take what's given

to them and are thankful for it."

With one last twist, she released the throbbing nipple

and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast. This

time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a

few moments as Tammy finished with the breast and worked

her way slowly down Jennifer's stomach, under the

miniskirt, and onto the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried

to close her legs, but she was unable to do so because

of the cuffs on her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and

whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank one... and then

two thick fingers into her raw pussy.

"Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty.

"Don't..."

Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little

Jennie?" she asked, fingers still inserted. "You must."

Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy

by name, but not...

"I was the person who represented this sorority at the

hearing last year," the blonde explained, "during the

inquiry into racial equality in campus organizations."

She slowly began to move her fingers in and out of her

captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That

was the inquiry where it was determined that our

sorority didn't have a large enough representation of

visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding

was cut off by sixty percent."

By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's

words, as the other girl's fingers were sending waves of

stabbing pain into her belly. She remembered the inquiry

though; it had been her idea...

"That's this sorority. That's why our house is only

about half full. That's why we have plenty of room to

keep you here for as long as we want." Tammy abruptly

jerked her fingers free of Jennifer's pussy.

"Ahh..." Jennifer's hips bucked with pain.

"So you're going to make it up to us," Tammy finished.

"To me. You're going to be the house pussy slave." Tammy

reached over, opened the bottle, and took a long slow

drink of water. Her words slowly sunk in as Jennifer

watched her drink.

Pussy slave!

Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap

back on. "And what's more," she continued, "you're going

to help replace the money that was confiscated for the

pool at Phi Phi Phi. We've arranged a little part time

job for you."

Jennifer tried to say something... to question what was

happening, but her throat was too parched to let out

anything but a hoarse cough. And her head ached so much!

Tammy stood. "Well," she said sweetly, "I've given you a

lot to think about right now. We'll talk more later."

The girl turned and walked out of the room. The bottle

of water, on the other hand, was left on a side table,

just out of Jennifer's reach.

She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or

it could have been days before the door opened again.

Jennifer had no way of measuring time other than by the

slow, steady increase in torment as her bound body

became more and more dehydrated. Her wrists and ankles

had been rubbed red and raw by her frenzied attempts to

get loose - to reach the precious bottle of water

sitting beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was

still chained firmly in position on the bed when Tammy

finally re-entered the room.

"How are we doing pet?" the girl asked.

Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes.

"W-wat... er," she croaked, voice dusty and dry.

Tammy smiled nastily. "Water?" she asked, all innocent.

"Are you getting thirsty?"

Jennifer nodded weakly.

"Well then," Tammy said cheerfully, "I'll give you some

water, but you'll have to do something for me first."

Jennifer just stared at her.

Waiting.

"Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other

night," Tammy told her, "I've been a little hot. All

that delicious sex..." The girl sighed wistfully. "And

none for me." She sat down on the side of the bed and

slipped a hand under the pink top.

Jennifer didn't pull away. She'd learned that lesson.

"So," she continued, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it

be nice to have a little pussy slave to take care of me

when I get hot? A nice, obedient little play puss to

give me the tongue whenever I want it."

Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced

sex with the boys had been a nightmare, but this... this

was sick. She wasn't a lesbian! (Not that she didn't

support the lifestyle choices made by...)

"I'm sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the

same thing," Tammy continued.

Jennifer coughed out an answer. "N...no." Never.

Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl's

breast. "Well," she said, "If you're going to be

unreasonable, I'll just have to come back and talk to

you about it later." She slid to her feet and stalked

away, closing the door behind her.

"N... no," Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.

This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed

before anyone came back into the room. It must have been

days. She had tried to hold it, but had finally admitted

defeat as her swollen bladder gave way and the beer-piss

that had been building up for the last few hours had

sprayed out, soaking the bed and her upper legs. That

had been hours ago; the moisture had long since dried

off her thighs, but the smell was maddening.

"Pee yew" Tammy muttered as she entered the room. "Has

little Jennie had an accident?" Jennifer's face burned

with mortification. It hadn't been her fault, but some

instinct that had been bred into her since her childhood

toilet-training kept chanting her guilt over and over to

her.

She had been a bad girl.

She had done a bad thing.

"It sure does smell like it," came another voice. Not

Tammy. It was Lisa, the tall dark haired girl who had

dressed up in Jennifer's clothing and taken her car. In

fact, she was still wearing Jennifer's clothes.

Jennifer's eyes struggled to muster the non-existent

moisture necessary to create tears at the sight of these

relics of her life before the events of the party. No

tears though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.

The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her.

"Well pet?" she asked. "Ready to begin?"

Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few

hours, ever since she had voided herself on the bed.

That had been the final blow; she knew that she would do

whatever they said. At least until she had a chance to

get free.

Anything for some water.

Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. "I told

you," she said.

"We'll see," Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair

back from her face. "She hasn't done anything yet." The

girl bent over and began pulling down her - Jennifer's -

slacks.

"She will," Tammy said confidently.

In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was

naked from the waist down. Jennifer tried to close her

eyes, but was unable to turn away. She watched in

horrified fascination as the girl stretched her long,

thin legs, climbed on the bed, and straddled Jennifer's

face with her thighs. Lisa's pussy, thick with tangled

black hair, was soon directly above her mouth.

Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered

by the smell of pussy.

"I can't believe she's gonna do this," Lisa predicted

pessimistically.

"Just a second," Tammy said. The blonde opened the water

bottle, poured some of the liquid onto her palm, and

quickly splashed it over her friend's pussy. A few drops

fell free and landed on Jennifer's face. The captive

girl swallowed as best she could, but a good portion of

the water glistened invitingly in Lisa's pussy hair.

Jennifer moaned. Not enough.

Not nearly enough water.

"Do it," Tammy said. "Jam your snatch in her ugly face."

Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked

crotch onto Jennifer's face, jamming her pussy over the

girl's nose and mouth. At first, Jennifer kept her mouth

firmly closed, revolted by the sight and smell of the

other girl's pussy. She just couldn't do it; she

couldn't! But, a few moments later, the feel of the

water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and

extend her tongue.

Water!

Tammy had splashed Lisa's crotch with precious water.

Jennifer - slowly at first, but then with increasing

enthusiasm - thrust her tongue out between her parched

lips and began to lick. The taste of the water overcame

all inhibitions. Within moments, she was slurping away

loudly at Lisa's cunt, her dry tongue scraping along the

outside of Lisa's pussy.

"She's doing it," the girl cried, excited. "She's

licking my pussy. The little slut." Lisa, excited by the

captive's obedience, let out a moan of intense pleasure

as she reached up to fondle her own tits. "Harder," she

moaned, grinding her sopping pussy into the unwilling

girl's face.

Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and

revulsion washed over her while Lisa gasped and writhed

on her face. But she couldn't help herself. She had to

have moisture! The water was gone now, but Lisa's pussy

was beginning to produce juices of its own. Still

parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away, oblivious of

all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on

top of her face.

Nothing else mattered.

Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a

shuddering, intense orgasm and climbed slowly off the

bed, Jennifer was shocked to find more girls in the

room. It was Becky and Cindy. The twins.

Cindy held a camera.

"You're next," Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The

slender redhead needed no further encouragement. Already

naked, she giggled as she climbed aboard, small tits

bobbing merrily. A natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer

was forced to lick and suck the girl to climax, all the

time desperately slurping up and drinking down and much

as possible of the precious pussy juice.

An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that

Cindy was capturing the entire event on film, but

Jennifer didn't care any more. Her whole world was

focused on the tight, wet pussy being ground into her

face. She needed the liquid.

Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as

the black girl climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly

pussy in the captive's face, but she soon started

lapping away with enthusiasm, just as she had done for

the other two girls.

Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive's face. By

now, Jennifer was no longer revolted by the other girls'

pussies. They were just a source of nourishment. She

even moaned in frustration when Tammy, after coming

twice, loudly, climbed off. Involuntarily, Jennifer

raised her head off the pillow in a vain attempt to

capture just a few more drops of pussy juice from

Tammy's dripping pussy.

She couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual

pleasure, as she had felt none, but moisture.

Sweet moisture...

Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures,

moving around the bed to capture the scene from a number

of different angles. Their captive's hair was once again

(as it had been at the pool party) matted down onto her

sweaty forehead, this time stuck down with pussy juice

rather than sperm. In fact, the girl's entire face shone

red with the exertion and results of her efforts.

"Look," Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue

as far out of her mouth as she could, and was running it

desperately over as much of her face as she could

manage, still trying to capture whatever moisture that

was available. Laughing and giggling, the four girls

watched for a while, fascinated, until Tammy ushered

them out of the room and shut the door behind them.

Finally, it was just her and Jennifer alone again.

"There, little puss sucker," Tammy smirked. "That wasn't

so bad, was it?" Jennifer had given up trying to suck in

any more pussy juice and just lay there, staring upwards

with hatred. Control had returned, and with it an

intense hatred for the person who had so degraded her.

The blonde girl, however, was unimpressed. Laughing,

Tammy ran a hand over her captive's forehead. She

gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it down to

the older girl's lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten.

As was pride.

Almost against her will, Jennifer opened her red,

swollen lips and accepted Tammy's juice-covered finger

in her mouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked

the moisture off of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated

the process until Jennifer's face had more or less been

scraped dry and Jennifer lay still, hoarse and panting

with humiliation.

She needed more.

"Don't be greedy now," Tammy cautioned as Jennifer

laboriously turned her head and gazed longingly at the

bottle of water. "There'll be plenty more pussy juice

for you soon."

Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and

allowed the older girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so,

but this time she was keenly aware of her humiliation:

lapping water out of this bitch's hand like some dog.

Nevertheless...

Finally, Tammy stood up to go.

"Wait," Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with

moisture. "What's... h-how long are you going to keep me

here? You can't just..." She let the thought trail off,

unspoken.

Could they?

Tammy smiled down at her. "Why, just until you earn back

the money you had taken from the boys; for their pool."

Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief

struggle, the puzzlement won out; there wasn't much

point in venting her anger while she was fastened down

so securely.

"But... how?"

"Don't you worry about that, little play-puss," Tammy

cooed.

"It's all arranged. You start training for your new job

tomorrow." With that, the blonde coed turned out the

lights and left the room.

"Wait..."

The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in

enough moisture to form tears, began to cry.

*

The job, it turned out, was stripping.

The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim.

Kim Loo. She worked as a recruiter and trainer for a

chain of 'gentleman's clubs' across the country. In

particular, she worked for the local club of the chain:

'Pussywillows', located in nearby Point Hope. Tammy had

met her there during the 'end of the school year'

celebrations after her first year of college. Evidently,

they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer to

work at the club. At least, if Kim wanted her.

And it seemed she did.

Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo

had shown up at the sorority the morning after the

captive's first session of pussy sucking. The girls had

gotten her to repeat her duties that morning, but had

been meticulous in getting her cleaned up for her

'audition'.

Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared

back from the bed with wide, confused eyes, still

dressed in the pink top and miniskirt in which she had

left the pool party. The oriental woman was careful not

to show any emotion as she stared down at Jennifer with

impenetrable black eyes, but she knew instantly that

this girl would be perfect for the club.

Pussywillows specialized in fresh new talent, its

patrons preferring the slightly hesitant and embarrassed

newcomers over the more experienced professionals. As

well, the professionals knew better than to hook up with

a place like Pussywillows, as it was more than strip

joint.

Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the

woman had turned to Tammy.

"She'll do." That was all. The woman turned and walked

out of the bedroom.

"What's going on?" Jennifer whined, thoroughly

frightened.

"She's going to be your new boss," Tammy explained

gleefully. "And trainer. You start next week at

Pussywillow's in Point Hope."

Jennifer's eyes widened with shock and she chocked back

a cry. She knew all about that place. In fact, she had

spent much of the previous summer picketing in front of

it, and gathering signatures on a petition to have it

shut down. It was one of her few unsuccessful causes.

That was enough.

"No way," she stated. "No fuckin' way I'm doing it."

Jennifer began to struggle with her bonds. "Now let me

loose you bitch." She thrashed about on the bed, but to

no avail.

Tammy just smiled.

A nasty smile.

"I think," the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes

sparkling with malice, "that it's time to show you

something. A demonstration." She walked to the other

side of the room, bent over, and slid open a battered

wooden drawer. When she straightened up, she held in her

hand a metal rod, about two feet in length, with a

plastic handle on one end and a small bulb on the other.

A small red switch sat beside a plastic dial on the

handle.

"This," she announced happily, "is a cattle prod."

Jennifer stared in horrified fascination as Tammy walked

up to the side of the bed. "I'm going to give you a jolt

on low power, just to give you a taste of it. If I have

to use it again, however, it will be turned to full."

She flicked the switch. The rod emitted a low humming

sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive's face

and then lowered it to Jennifer's stomach.

Jennifer shook her head. "No! NOOOOO!!"

Pain.

The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond

anything Jennifer had ever imagined a human being could

experience and still survive that she was for a moment

utterly certain that she had somehow spontaneously burst

into flames and was being consumed by the fire. Indeed,

she was shocked to find herself intact when the burning

finally died down.

Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer's eyes were

wild with pain and her quivering lower chin was covered

with glistening spittle from where she had virtually

foamed at the mouth. That should do it.

"That was on low power," she reiterated. "Next time it's

on full. If you continue to misbehave, you'll become

rather... intimate with it." Tammy paused to let her

words sink in.

"Do you understand?"

Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks

of the jolt, nodded her head in emphatic agreement. She

was certain - she knew - that she could not survive a

jolt at full power. It would surely kill her.

Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have

done its job. Turning, she called out: "Becky. Cindy."

The twins appeared in the doorway and entered the room.

"Get her ready for her first lesson," Tammy ordered.

It was to be the first of many.

The lessons took place in the sorority common room.

For about three hours every morning and then every

afternoon, Kim taught Jennifer the rudiments of

stripping. At first, she kept her clothes on. Kim taught

her how to stretch and move her sleek body to show off

most effectively her various 'assets' (as Kim called

them).

She learned to bump and grind her crotch in an obscene

circular motion; how to prance with grace on the four

inch pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jennifer

was taught how to swing her narrow hips in a sexy

manner; how to move in a way that caused her tits to

bounce up and down on her chest just so.

In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.

When the 'basics' were over, Kim started in on the

actual stripping. Against her will - but

enthusiastically, under threat of the cattle prod - she

learned how to remove her various articles of clothing,

one by one, in way calculated to drive men wild. Again

and again, the mortified girl was forced to strut her

stuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and

slowly... teasingly... strip down to nothing. Once

naked, she was instructed in the 'fine art' of showing

off some of the usually hidden parts of her body:

slipping her hands under her firm titties and pushing

upwards; crouching with legs spread to show off her

pussy; turning, back to the audience, spreading her legs

and bending at the waist...

When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on

the actual stripping, Jennifer was shown some other

necessary skills for her new role in life: the oriental

woman demonstrated how to apply thick layers of what was

almost stage makeup for use under the bright lights of

the catwalk; how to pout like a spoiled slut and run her

pink tongue over her now bright, red lips. How to blow

sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She

was shown how to tease her own nipples - after, of

course, they had been suitably rouged - so that they

stood proud and firm on her chest.

Day after day she practised...

The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost on

Jennifer. The fact that she - a person who had dedicated

her life to eradicating such sexist, male-gratifying

images - was forced to learn how to behave like some

adolescent fantasy-slut drove her wild with frustration

and anger.

But there was nothing she could do.

Absolutely nothing.

She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in

the second lesson. Smiling a sadistic little smile,

Tammy had taken the now crying girl into the bedroom

and, without saying a word, had used the cattle prod on

her.

At full force.

As promised.

When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer

found herself alone in the room, curled half naked into

a fetal position on the floor. She knew what she had to

do. Sobbing with pain and humiliation, she pushed

herself to her feet, straightened her meager clothing,

and stumbled back into the common room to continue the

lesson.

Kim had been waiting for her.

And the lessons resumed.

The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of

her time at the sorority house training her new

employee. She had other duties. She had, however, left

certain instructions which the girls followed with

enthusiasm. For example, when she was not actively

engaged in a particular lesson, Jennifer was to be kept

in full 'slut dress' - tight miniskirts; wispy tops;

plastic pumps; heavy makeup - in order to practice and

become accustomed to her new role in life.

Thus, for the full two weeks of her training, Jennifer

was forced to prance around in full makeup and wore

nothing but short, tight miniskirts, revealing tops and

high heels. Before long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot

slut became second nature to her.

But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod,

their unwilling trainee was only allowed to speak either

in a breathy whisper - Tammy had forced her to practice

it for hours on end - which the girls referred to as her

'sex kitten voice', or in a high, nasal whine (the

'bimbo' voice). In either case, she was not allowed to

use words of greater than two syllables.

At first, Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new

voices, and the girls were 'forced' to administer a

number of humiliating spankings during which their

captive was forced to thank them after each swat - in

the appropriate voice, of course - and apologize for her

disobedience. With such encouragement, Jennifer was soon

able to maintain the voices without conscious thought,

but the limit of two syllables made it difficult for her

to articulate any sort of complex thought. Soon, she was

speaking only in short, simple sentences.

Evenings, of course, she was required to service the

girls, and she quickly became quite proficient at pussy

sucking. The thought of being required to slurp the

other girl's pussies every night soon lost its terror,

and more than once she became quite angry at herself

when she involuntarily felt a flush of pleasure when

Lisa complimented her. 'First chance,' she told herself,

face buried deep in the other girl's pussy, 'and I'm out

of here.'

That chance, however, never seemed to come.

Still, Tammy wanted more.

After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with a

large black dildo. "You're always going on about how the

blacks are treated on campus," the blonde coed laughed.

"Put your pussy where your mouth is." She threw the

massive object onto the bed beside the older girl.

Jennifer, naked except for her shiny black pumps and a

black pushup bra, looked warily at the thing as she sat

on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten

inches long. They couldn't...

Tammy, sensing the older girl's hesitation, walked over

and picked up the ever present cattle prod. "Do it," she

ordered menacingly. Trembling, Jennifer reached over the

grasped the massive black dildo. "Now," Tammy continued,

"lean back against the pillow and start fucking yourself

with it."

Jennifer looked up. "T-Tammy..." The other girl sighed

and flicked on the cattle prod. The low, electric hum

immediately filled the room with the promise of pain.

That was enough for Jennifer. Hastily, she lay back

against the pillow, spread her legs and began inserting

the dildo.

"What's up?" It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.

"The slut here's been complaining that she doesn't get

enough cock," Tammy smirked. "Isn't that right?"

Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was

still trying to force the dildo inside her stretched

pussy. About half of is had now disappeared from view.

"Say it." Tammy waved the cattle prod.

"I... I w-wanted some c-cock," Jennifer groaned, as

another inch was sucked inside.

The twins giggled. "I'll get my camera," Cindy cried,

running out of the room. Tammy, laughing, walked over to

the side of the bed. "C'mon little fuckpet," she cooed.

"Get it in... that's right." By the time Cindy returned

with her camera, Jennifer had finally managed to

encompass the entire dildo, and was just beginning - on

Tammy's instructions - to start sliding it in and out.

Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer's

nipples, but Tammy caller her away. "Let her do that,"

she stated. Becky pulled away. "OK Jennie Cockslave,"

the blonde said, "start putting on a show. Rub your

little titties and play with yourself until you make us

believe that you've had an orgasm." Jennifer turned beet

red with embarrassment, but did as she was told.

Tammy was holding the cattle prod.

And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling with

tension, Jennifer began to masturbate in earnest. She

closed her eyes and began thinking about... about

anything other than where she was; about being with a

boy. A nice boy. A boy who would treat her with respect;

who would realize that she too was a real person with

goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who would make

long, tender love to her...

Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussy

juices started flowing, and for the first time since the

pool party, she began to feel some sexual pleasure. The

large black dildo, now glistening, slid in and out... in

and out, while she teased her own nipples through the

sheer bra. Her brightly painted lips parted and she let

out a small moan of pleasure as the cock drove her

higher... higher... higher...

Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over and

through her body, washing away the long days and hours

of humiliation and suffering. She felt warm and...

Then she opened her eyes.

Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams,

she saw herself, stretched half naked on a bed, legs

spread wide and a large, black dildo stuck halfway up

her pussy, while Tammy and the twins - Cindy with the

camera - looked on and laughed.

"What's with the slut?" It was Lisa, who had just

entered the room. "She gettin' off?"

And, for only the second time since she had been

abducted from the pool party, Jennifer began to cry in

front of her captors...

Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on

a show for the sorority girls. Usually with the black

dildo, but sometimes with other objects such as bottles

or flashlights. Usually up her pussy, but not always.

Many nights found her lying with her ankles chained up

around her ears, running the dildo in and out of her

tightly stretched asshole.

She never came again, but soon became adept at faking

sexual excitement. And the girls didn't care. It was

even more degrading when their captive's moans and

grunts of pleasure were entirely put on...

Still Tammy wanted more.

One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy;

a long, pink dildo strapped to her crotch. First, she

had Jennifer give her a blowjob. The older girl had

balked at first, but she soon found herself on her knees

in front of the pudgy blonde, running her thick, pouty

lips up and down the plastic cock. "Tell me how much you

love it," Tammy ordered, running the cattle prod lightly

along Jennifer's naked back.

"Mmmm..." Jennifer moaned obediently, "I love to suck

cock. Give it to me. S-slide it into my mouth..." The

girls liked this, and forced her to continue, switching

back and forth from the 'bimbo' voice to the 'sex

kitten' voice. Cindy took numerous pictures as Jennifer

slaved over the plastic cock, running her slender

fingers up and down its spit glistening surface and

sucking it deep into her throat.

After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the

bed and climbed on top. The other girls laughed and

clapped with amusement as the blonde ringleader spread

Jennifer's legs and began to fuck her with the dildo.

Jennifer didn't resist - she didn't dare - but that was

not enough. Tammy wanted active participation. A few

slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably, the threat of

the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and grunting like

an experienced whore as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo

in and out of her pussy.

Afterwards, the girls all had to give it a try, each one

insisting that Jennifer react as if overcome by lust. In

this manner, Jennifer was trained to fake an orgasm;

going over it again and again until the girls agreed

that she had it right. Soon, despite the fact that the

sex with the dildo gave her no pleasure at all, Jennifer

was bucking, moaning and screaming out orgasms like a

porn star. Like the rest of her slut behaviour, it

became second nature to her.

But Tammy wanted more.

Anal sex.

The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod

for the third time when Jennifer objected to being

sodomized with the enormous phallus. As usual, it had

proved an effective tool: the next night found Jennifer

sitting on Tammy's lap, riding the greased plastic dildo

up and down her anal passage. All the time mauling her

own breasts, moaning and whining like it was the best

thing she had ever felt.

By this time, the girls were regularly filming these

little training sessions. Jennifer didn't object.

She didn't dare.

Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kim

decided that Jennifer was ready for work. As a prelude,

Tammy set up a 'coming out' party, inviting the boys

from Phi Phi Phi to witness the results of their hard

work.

Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the

door by a vastly changed Jennifer. Not the clothing: she

was still wearing the same polyester miniskirt, pink top

and high heels he had last seen her in at the pool

party. That was the same. But everything else... it was

like night and day. This Jennifer - the one who opened

the door - gazed up at him with wide, adoring eyes. This

Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, pouty

lips before asking him, in a deep, breathy voice: "Come

in. Can Jennie take your coat?"

Even now, Jennifer couldn't help but blush in helpless

embarrassment at this final humiliation - Tammy had

decreed that she was no longer to refer to herself in

the first person. This Jennifer flounced away, jacket in

hand, with her hips swinging back in forth in an

inviting fashion. This was not the president of the

Concerned Students for Political Correctness; this was

one hot slut!

By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark was

comfortably seated on a large chair in the common room.

The new Jennifer - Jennie she was called now, Jennie

Fucktoy - had greeted each one of the guests

individually - some with long, deep kisses - and was now

busily serving drinks.

An oriental woman - must be Kim, he realized,

remembering his conversations with Tammy, from the club

- was given a position of honor right at the front of

the room. Directly in front of the cleared area that

would serve as a makeshift stage, she would have the

best view of the upcoming show.

Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of

the room by the twins and Tammy walked to the front of

the impromptu stage and called loudly for attention.

"Ok everyone," she called out. "Listen up." The room

quickly fell silent. "Tonight," she stated in a mock

announcer's voice, "it is my pleasure to present BCN's

very own Campus Boy-Toy; our very own sex bitch and

pussy-sucker: Jennie Fucktoy!"

Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-

stage portion of the room while a slow, raunchy blues

number cranked up through a pair of old speakers behind

the stage. After a few moments, Jennifer appeared on

stage.

The new Jennifer.

Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jennifer

felt like she was about to throw up. She had considered

trying to slip out the back, but Becky and Cindy were

keeping a close eye on her. And, of course, the threat

of the cattle prod was a potent one. She was simply

unwilling to risk the cost of an unsuccessful attempt to

escape.

"...Jennie Fucktoy!"

Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.

Showtime.

Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath

and walked onstage.

Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as

Jennifer - no; Jennie Fucktoy - appeared onstage. He

couldn't believe that this was the same bitch who had

given them so much grief on campus over the last four

years. This girl - this slut - walked slowly towards the

front of the stage; lips parted in an appealing pout;

long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass; hips

swinging...

It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentive

Jennifer Watson who had crashed his party a couple of

weeks ago? He felt his cock harden as the bitch-slut on

stage strutted her stuff back and forth in time with the

music...

Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls - the

mad, leering faces - as she went through the routine.

She had been through it a hundred times before, but

never with an audience. She felt her hardened nipples

(thirty seconds of rubbing had done it backstage) push

against the front of her thin, pink top as she strutted

across the stage. Almost too late, she remembered to

lick her lips and smile at the audience...

The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through her

mind...

Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they

called her was unfucking-believable. What a babe! She

was presently crouched down in the centre of the stage,

legs spread and pussy clearly visible between her

thighs.

Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.

Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in the

forefront of her mind, trying to ignore all else:

straighten up, twirl and bend (wiggle your ass);

unfasten the top while back is to the audience (smile

over your shoulder); drop top, turn, push breasts up,

fondle (lick your lips and smile); let tits go, wiggle

back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile);

reach down and insert thumbs in waistband of

miniskirt...

Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly.

The boys were going wild as Jennie Fucktoy, now totally

naked except for the pumps, stretched her legs and ran

her hands up and down the outside of her pussy. Tammy

had wanted to take it farther, actually make her

masturbate herself with the black dildo, but Kim had

turned down that idea: no penetration.

At least not in this state.

Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie

was left standing, naked and glistening with sweat as

the boys laughed and cheered. Tammy glanced over at Kim

who had quickly stood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and

walked past the panting Jennie and into the kitchen.

Tammy walked on stage, grabbed the stunned Jennie by the

arm, and dragged her, stumbling in the pumps, back into

the kitchen.

Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on the

table beside a pen. Still naked, Jennifer stared blankly

at the paper. What did they want her to do?

Then Tammy began to speak: "It's a contract," she

explained. "Between you, me and Pussywillows. For your

job."

Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One

particular phrase jumped out at her. Three months. THREE

MONTHS. She looked over at the girl who held her by the

arm. "T-Three months?" she asked, still speaking in the

low breathy voice. "I... Jennie works three months?"

"Bimbo voice," Tammy ordered.

Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time

in high, ditzy voice.

This time Tammy nodded. "That's right. After that,

you'll have paid back the money we lost for the pool."

It wasn't much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that

small bit of hope. There was an end in sight.

A way out.

Three months...

Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It

was difficult to handle, as she was still unused to the

long, bright red nails that had been glued to her own

fingernails, but she managed to sign her name in a shaky

scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbed the pen and signed her own

name. Kim, less anxiously, added her own name to the

document.

The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she

pocketed the pen. She looked over at Tammy who was

openly grinning. "Have her at the club by noon

tomorrow." That said, she turned and left the room.

Tammy turned to Jennie. "Well Jennie," she laughed.

"You're all set. Just one more thing?"

Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly

be?

Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were

still clapping and cheering. "You've got an adoring

audience to satisfy," she explained. Jennifer started to

protest, but Tammy just grabbed the older girl's face

and dragged it closer. "And," she continued, "if I hear

of one complaint - just one guy who thinks that you

aren't enjoying the gang banging you're about to get -

you'll spend the night with the cattle prod turned on to

full power and stuffed up your cunt. Do you understand?"

Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?

Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the hapless

girl back into the common room. The cheering rose to new

heights...

*

Kim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employee

looked around, slightly confused, at the murky inside of

the club. She didn't look happy. And why should she?

Pussywillows wasn't much to look at during the day: the

florescent work lights highlighted the same seediness

that lent the nightclub a sense of attractive danger

when the lights were low. And besides, with the

attractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed

cheap Formica tables and cracked, fake leather seats?

Kim loved her job.

Particularly at moments like these, when some stuck-up

rich young college bitch - the kind of bitch who had

treated her and her family like shit all her life -

began her career as an 'exotic dancer'. Most of them

came more or less willingly, needing money - often for

drugs - or just being attracted to the 'glamorous'

lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls around

willing to strip - or whatever - if the price was right.

A situation like this, however, with a girl like

Jennifer, that was the best.

Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer -

the picketing; the chanting students; the publicity...

The chance to pay back the leader of that particular

episode was not one to be missed. The possibilities...

Well.

Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face

clean of expression. It wouldn't do to let the girls see

her true emotions; it would weaken her control over them

if they realized that the 'dragon lady' had feelings and

emotions just like they did. What would happen would

happen.

"Here she is," Tammy announced.

The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by

the arm while her three confederates trailed along

behind. In her other hand, held flat against her leg,

was the cattle prod. Needless to say, Jennifer had been

well behaved on the trip over from Bakersville. The four

girls had taken turns getting their pussies eaten out in

the back of the car.

"Signed, sealed and delivered." The short blonde girl

gave a shove, sending Jennifer stumbling forward. She

was dressed in her by now usual slutware: tight black

skirt, thin top, four inch heels and overdone makeup.

She looked frightened.

Perfect.

"Good," Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. "We will take

her from here." She gestured to another girl who had

just entered the club. "Sue," she ordered. "This is the

new girl. Jennie. Show her around and get her ready."

Sue, a statuesque blonde girl, gestured for Jennifer to

follow, but before Jennifer could obey, Kim grabbed her

tightly by her teased-up black hair and jerked her face

around.

"What do you say?" the oriental woman asked, voice calm.

Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what

was required of her. "T-thank you Ms Loo," she answered,

still in the low, sexy voice the girls had forced on

her. The trainer nodded in satisfaction and released

Jennifer's hair. Sue, smirking, walked away and Jennifer

followed. Kim was pleased to note that the girl swung

her hips widely back and forth in a sexy manner as she

walked. These girls had done some good work.

Nevertheless...

"Is there anything more?" she asked, turning back to

Tammy.

"Uhmm..." The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss.

"The... uh, money..."

"You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her

on Tuesday morning," Kim stated evenly. "That was the

deal. Her earnings each week will be waiting with her on

Sunday. In cash."

Tammy nodded. "Fine," she said, backing away. "But you

don't mind if we drop by just to... watch." Tammy

blushed slightly at this last statement.

Inwardly, Kim sneered. "You may come whenever you wish,"

she answered, her tone revealing nothing of the contempt

she felt for these girls. She would like nothing better

than to get control of all of them... but, she had to be

realistic.

Jennifer was enough.

For now.

As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Not

well, but they had been classmates in their first year

at BCN. Beyond that, however, they had nothing in

common. Jennifer's family was rich, whereas Sue, a tall

blonde girl with large, bouncing tits, had come from a

poor family. In fact, she had at first drifted into

exotic dancing as a way of earning extra money to help

her through school.

It had been so easy in the beginning: a stag here, an

out of town convention there... everything had gone well

until she had made the mistake of working a bachelor

party at which a fellow student attended. Word quickly

got around, and before long her life at the college was

made a misery of pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and

innuendo.

By the end of her first year at BCN, she was generally

regarded with contempt by the other students, ignored

and ridiculed by the girls and treated like a whore in

open season by the guys.

She didn't return for a second year.

The full time stripping just followed naturally

afterwards. She wouldn't return home to admit defeat.

Working in hamburger joints just didn't pay.

So what else was there?

Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt for

herself and the life she had chosen. A contempt she knew

would be shared by her friends and family back home if

they were ever to find out how low she'd sunk. The only

excuse she had - the only reason she could live with

herself and what she had become - was her family's

poverty. She made the best money she could, and every

week sent some of it home to her family. And that was

why, when faced with what she believed to be a rich slut

like Jennifer who didn't have to strip for a living but

instead chose to do it, Sue quickly felt a deep and

abiding hatred.

"This is the change room," she explained roughly. "We do

six routines a night. All changes will be done here."

The rich slut nodded.

Bitch.

Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the

stage entrance. "This is the catwalk where you'll do the

show." She shoved open the door and walked onstage.

Jennifer followed. The catwalk was a long, thin stage

with a row of footlights around its perimeter. A shiny

metal pole ran from the floor in the centre of the stage

to a slot in the ceiling.

Sue gestured to the rest of the club. "Between

routines," she said, "you'll be expected to 'mingle'

with the customers."

Jennifer looked puzzled. "Mingle?" she asked, in her low

sexy voice.

Sue sneered. As if the slut didn't know. "Yeah," she

grunted in response. "Mingle. You know: be friendly."

Jennifer started to say something else, but before she

could figure out how to articulate it in words of less

than two syllables, the other girl had started to walk

away. Jennifer tried to frown, but it came out more of a

pout as a result of the way her face was made up.

Sighing prettily, she flounced after her guide, just as

she had been trained to do. The tall blonde led her

through a opening at the back of the club and into a

short hallway with a series of doors. She walked to the

last one on the left and opened it.

"This is where you'll be sleeping during the week," she

announced. "When you're not..."

Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room

(really nothing more than a large closet with a bed),

stopped listening as the other girl droned on. She felt

like she was about to cry. The clothes... the club...

she had to get out of here!

"...tonight at nine."

Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl.

"Do you understand?"

Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape,

quickly nodded. One lesson she had learned well over the

last few weeks was that she must always to agree with

whatever anybody said about anything.

Just smile prettily and nod.

Sue wasn't impressed. She just grunted and left the

room. Alone for the first time in hours, Jennifer sank

down onto the bed to relieve the pressure on her feet.

She had become somewhat proficient in getting around on

the high heels, but her feet always ached.

'I've got to get out of here,' she told herself.

*

If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no

means a certainty), it was strip joints. And strippers.

Or, as he and his friends at the meat packing plant

called them, peelers. And this new girl - Jennie Fucktoy

she called herself - was one the best. He had sat

spellbound through her first two shows, bleary eyes wide

and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair, watching

appreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of his

appreciative eyes.

Talk about new talent!

This babe was loaded with it.

He had been disappointed when she hadn't appeared out in

the club after the first show, but he hadn't given up

hope. The other girls came out, so he figured she would

too. Sure enough, his vigilance paid off soon after her

second routine. There she was, face and upper chest

still covered with a faint sheen of perspiration as she

walked slowly out of the dressing room door.

Butch was there before she had taken two steps.

She had been surprised.

It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had expected.

Humiliating, yes, but not as much as the strip tease she

had been forced to perform at the sorority house. Here,

no one knew her. She was anonymous. And the overdone

slut makeup, so humiliating and degrading, had acted as

a kind of mask. Those laughing, jeering men in the

audience... they never really saw her. She was just a

thing, a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering

torch of their fantasies. On stage, with the footlights

creating a mere lurching silhouette of the beer swilling

crowd, she could imagine herself above it all.

Pure.

Distant.

Untouchable.

"I'm Butch," came a gravely voice from directly in front

of her. Startled from her thoughts, Jennifer looked up

to see a fat, thick-lipped man in a dirty jean jacket

and baseball cap.

"Uhh..."

Mingle?

"I sure like your show," he drawled, face creased by a

wide, gap-toothed grin. "Your tits are real nice."

"Uhmm... thanks." Jennifer fought to maintain a friendly

smile on her face. Kim had made it clear what would

happen if there were any complaints about her.

If possible, the man's grin grew even wider.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Uhmm... thanks."

Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body

at the sound of her voice. So deep and... and sexy. By

god, she sounded like she needed a good fucking right

here and now. Still, first things first.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

"I'd love that," she answered.

Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to

be in control. This asshole was so much in lust with her

he'd probably do almost anything just to get her to sit

with him.

What a jerk. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult

as she'd thought.

Kim wandered back into the club. She'd stayed to catch

Jennifer's first show - not bad for a beginner, but

there had been a few things that could be improved upon

- and had then left for dinner. She looked around the

club, and her gaze immediately fell upon the table where

Jennifer sat with some fat geek in a baseball cap.

Oh yes!

Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from

her lips as she approached the table. Time to tell the

girl about the other part of her job.

Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the

table.

"Good evening," the oriental greeted Butch, "I'm the

manager of this club. Are you having a good time?"

Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!

Kim gestured at Jennifer. "Do you like her?"

"Yes ma'am," came the answer. "I surely do."

"Well... she's quite the little slut," Kim said, in a

normal tone of voice. "Aren't you dear?"

Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear.

"Yes Ms Loo," she answered, "I am a... a slut." Kim just

stared in silence. Jennifer almost bolted in panic. What

had she... Oh. "Jennie," she corrected herself,

overdoing the sexy voice to make up for her lapse, "is a

slut. A hot little s-slut." Sick to her stomach, she

looked over at Butch who was staring at her with his

mouth wide open.

"And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?"

Kim asked. Jennifer felt her heart start pounding like

it was going to burst out of her chest.

A whore.

She was being turned into a whore!

She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of

what those girls had done to her. When she got out of

here...

No.

"Oh yes," she answered, giggling slightly. "I'd like

that a lot."

Kim turned to Butch. "Normally," she said, "I charge a

hundred for her. But just for tonight, you can have her

for twenty. Is that satisfactory?"

Once again, Butch's head almost popped off from nodding

so hard. The fat man reached into the pocket of his

greasy jean jacket and pulled out a crumpled twenty

dollar bill. Kim took his money and then herded the two

of them to Jennie's workroom, with its dingy little bed.

"Be quick now," she called after them as she closed the

door, "she had to be back onstage in fifteen minutes."

From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and

shining tits together for the pleasure of the cheering

onlookers, Sue Jacobs saw Jennifer disappear through the

door with Butch.

'Slut,' she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing her

pussy up and down against the metal pole. Most girls

didn't start turning tricks for at least a couple of

months.

In the little bedroom, Jennifer's training once again

came in handy as Butch trailed a thin line of drool down

onto her chest while he pumped his thick, greasy cock in

and out of her pussy. She'd managed to spend a few

second rubbing her clit - while Butch watched, eyes wide

- before the actual sex, so it wasn't as painful as it

might have been. Still, the bucking and grinding... the

moans of lust... the panting... the lips-slightly-

parted-tongue-poking-out look of lust as he mauled her

tits and rammed his cock in and out of her...

It was all training.

Kim had been certain that he wouldn't last long, and she

was not proved wrong. Within ten minutes, Butch stumbled

out of the little room and staggered off towards the

bar, no doubt to do a little bragging. Well... let him.

It wasn't every day a greaseball like him got to fuck a

high class whore like Jennifer.

Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on

the bed. Mercilessly, she reached down and slapped the

girl sternly across the face. "You're on stage in five

minutes," she stated angrily. "Get ready."

Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and

scampered out of the room.

Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt

quite so distant. Quite so untouchable. She now knew

that the men out there were not just passive observers;

they had the right to buy her and use her as they

wished. She was up there on stage not for entertainment,

but as an advertisement.

She was a whore!

And, if she there had ever been the possibility of her

somehow forgetting that fact, the loud cheer that went

up when - after she had removed her shiny g-string and

was crouched with her legs spread wide - a thin, cold

trickle of sperm dribbled out of her pussy and trickled

down her leg taught her otherwise.

She fought to hold back the tears.

Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher's

reaction as the glistening trail of sperm trickled out

of Jennifer's spread pussy. Between that and Butch's

talking at the bar, she had no doubt that Jennifer would

turn out to be a very busy, and profitable girl.

And on her first night, too.

*

The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in the

soft red glow of the exit light. Jennifer didn't mind,

though. Tonight, the darkness was her friend. After

three nights in this hellhole - three nights of being

forced to parade herself onstage like some kind of cheap

slut, and then endure in apparent enthusiasm the endless

stream of cocks - Jennifer was finally escaping.

During the course of the evening, she had managed to

leave a half-chewed piece of gum (Kim now had her

chewing gum constantly; she said it enhanced the 'slut'

image as well as strengthened her jaw muscles and helped

cover the 'sperm breath' from swallowing so much cum)

into the door latch, preventing it from closing

properly. Once out, she could go to the police and...

"Going somewhere?"

Jennifer started. Who was it?

A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.

"Sue?" Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking

in the low, sexy voice. It had become a habit. "What..."

Sue smiled nastily. "I saw the little manoeuvre with the

gum," she said quietly. "Figured you'd be trying to get

out."

Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her,

although she didn't know why. If Sue gave the alarm...

"Now," the tall stripper continued, "I've no problem

with you leaving. In fact, I'd prefer it. But I'd like a

little favour first."

"F-favour?"

"Yeah." Sue stepped a little closer. "All my life I've

been treated like shit by rich bitches like you. Now the

shoe's on the other foot. You do what I say, or I'll

make sure you never get out."

Jennifer trembled. "What do you want?"

"Your lovely little slut's mouth and tongue," came the

answer. "In my pussy for starters... and then in my

ass."

"S-sue..." Jennifer started to whine, but the other girl

was firm.

"That's right," Sue repeated. "The only way you get out

of here tonight is to eat me out, front and back."

She had no choice.

Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of

the tall blonde. Sue was naked underneath her thin,

cotton dressing gown, so it was a simple matter to part

the cloth and nuzzle her mouth into the girl's already

wet pussy.

Within moments, Jennifer's by now experienced tongue was

hard at work, licking and slurping busily. After her two

weeks of daily pussy lapping at the sorority, the smell

and taste no longer bothered Jennifer. She didn't like

it - in fact, she hated it - but it was by no means as

repulsive as is had been the first time.

Sue moaned as Jennifer's experienced tongue did its

work. Involuntarily, the blonde girl grasped the back of

the kneeling girl's head, and jerked her face harder and

harder into her sopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for

breath, but continued licking. The sooner Sue came, the

sooner she could go.

"Tell me how much you like it," Sue moaned.

"Mmmmm..." By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite

her lust without missing a lap of the tongue. "I love

your pussy... I love to suck..."

"Bimbo voice," Sue ordered.

Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep

in the other girl's pussy. "Tastes good," she said in

her high pitched bimbo voice. "Nice pussy..."

Sue came... and came... and came...

Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would never

end, Sue shuddered one last time and opened her eyes.

"Geez Jennie," she whispered, "you know your way around

a girl's pussy."

Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn't visible in

the darkness. She started to climb to her feet, but Sue

grabbed her shoulder and held her down. "Don't forget

the second part," she warned.

Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging with

humiliation. Things kept getting worse. Still, it would

be worth it if she could just get out of here. Sue would

end up in jail with the rest of them.

Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned and

shoved her bare ass into Jennifer's face. The kneeling

girl tried to pull away, but Sue reached back and

grabbed two handfuls of black hair. "Get sucking ass

licker," she ordered, pulling tightly on the other

girl's hair.

Jennifer moaned with pain, but stuck her face inside

Sue's ass crack and, gagging slightly, began to lick.

The smell was horrendous, but she resolutely forced her

small, pink tongue of the girl's anus and began sucking.

Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft object slide

out towards her face.

"Mmmmm...." She tried to pull away, to cry out, to do

anything, but it was no use. The blonde girl had her

firmly by the hair. "That's right you little Fucktoy,"

Sue muttered, squeezing her ass muscles. "Eat a little

shit."

Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was

forced up against her face, lips and finally between her

half-clenched teeth. She gagged with revulsion at the

taste, but couldn't stop it. It was either swallow or

choke. Another turd came out... and then another as she

thrashed away, trying frantically to remove her face

from the other girl's ass. Sue just laughed, holding the

smaller girl's face in position until she had finished

shitting.

Finally, it was over.

Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor,

face and mouth covered with shit. Coughing and gasping,

she crawled to her knees as Sue walked slowly away,

quickly disappearing into the shadows. She wiped

desperately away at the filth with the back of her hand,

but seemed to succeed only in spreading it about her

face.

"Jennie..."

Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue's voice coming from

somewhere in the darkness. "You did your part, but you

know how I told you how I would let you go?"

Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.

The lights clicked on.

"I lied."

Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable

darkness, stood Kim... Lisa... Becky... Cindy... and

Tammy.

With the cattle prod. Face and hands covered with Sue's

shit, Jennifer fell back onto the floor and began to

cry.

"Well," Tammy cooed, walking forward. "It looks like

little Jennie shit-face has a lesson to learn."

The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle

prod - surely set to full power - slowly descended

towards her...

*

The next three months went by in a blur of dancing and

fucking; dancing and sucking; dancing... Kim had finally

settled on the bimbo voice for the daytime and the slut

voice for night, and Jennie had all but forgotten what

her normal voice sounded like. Each weekend, the girls

from the sorority showed up to collect their pussy slave

take the small envelope containing her weekly earnings.

Each weekend would be spent servicing her four

mistresses in every way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and

a few of the guys would come over, and Jennifer would

serve them too, showing off her newly developed fucking

skills. Jennifer never stopped hating it - hating it

with a passion - but by the end of the first month, she

was almost looking forward to the weekend stays at the

sorority house. As well as the her duties as a stripper

and whore, Sue had decided that she liked the idea of

having her own little toilet slave.

Jennifer had quickly become intimately familiar with the

inside of the other girl's asshole, all thoughts of

rebellion having been crushed by the final application

of the cattle prod.

After a while, Sue began feeling generous and started

sharing Jennifer out among the other girls at the club.

Most mornings were spent servicing the other strippers,

either their pussies or - for a few of them - their

asses.

Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman just

laughed. "Saves money on toilet paper," she said.

And that was that.

By the end of the three months - Jennifer had kept track

by making small cuts in the side of the cheap wooden

dresser - Jennifer was so swollen with hatred and

frustration that she felt she would burst. The only

thing that kept her going was the thought of what she

would do when the three month contract was up.

Finally, that day arrived.

Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waited

expectantly in the daytime-empty club. At Kim's

insistence, she had even done herself up special - for

the last time, she vowed. Dressed in the same tight

polyester miniskirt and revealing pink top in which she

had begun her new career, she waited impatiently to

leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now

habitual pout as she chewed a thick wad of gum.

Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn't say

anything. Jennifer pouted back at her. 'Just wait,' she

told herself.

The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim

was sitting. She pulled a piece of paper - the contract

- from her purse and placed it down on the surface in

front of the oriental woman. Kim didn't say anything;

she just took out a pen and signed.

Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?

Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed.

Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. "This is in

order. We've bought out the option." With these words

she handed a thick envelope to Tammy. Tammy grinned down

at her. "Should you tell her?" she asked, "Or should I?"

Kim shrugged. "You tell her."

Jennifer had had enough. "Tell me what?" she burbled in

an airheaded manner. "What's going on? Jennie's finished

here."

Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed.

"No," Tammy grinned at her. "You're not. Kim here just

bought out the option on the contract."

"Option?" The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought

she was going to faint. Sue walked closer and grabber

her by the elbow.

"Yes," Tammy explained gleefully, "The three months was

a trial period. To see how they liked you." She glanced

down at Kim. "Evidently they like you a lot. They've

signed you for the full seven years."

Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue's grip

was iron.

"But you won't be bored," Tammy continued. "Pussywillows

is a chain. They've got clubs all across the country.

You'll get to do all sorts of traveling." Still smiling,

the pudgy blonde girl walked slowly forward until she

was standing right in front of the horrified Jennifer.

"For the next seven years," she said, articulating

slowly and carefully, "you'll be stripping and fucking

your way from one side of America to another."

Her words finally began to sink in.

"Noooo..."

"Quite an opportunity, I'd say," Tammy joked.

"Tammy," Jennifer cried, "you can't..."

"Slut voice!" Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately,

Jennifer's voice deepened to a sexy purr.

"Please," she breathed hoarsely, "don't leave Jennie..."

"Bimbo voice," Tammy said.

"Oh... don't leave me," Jennifer begged, voice high.

Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and

began walking away.

"Nooo... you can't... Please..."

"Oh." Tammy stopped and turned. "This comes with the

deal," she said, tossing a slender, metallic object to

Kim. The oriental woman caught it without standing.

It was the cattle prod.

Jennifer began to cry and scream - strangely appealing

in her new voice - but Kim just gestured to Sue to take

the crying girl backstage. Tammy's last view of Jennifer

was of her well rounded ass, tightly packed into the

polyester miniskirt, swinging back and forth as the tall

blonde stripper led her, still crying, into a back room.

Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa

who occupied the driver's seat. The twins were in the

back. "Well girls," she laughed, riffling the money from

the envelope, "Time for another pool party."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author

does not condone the described behavior in real life in

anyway shape or form.

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