Round 97
Fun one to write! Nearing the endgame now :D. I'm drafting up something new once this story is finished. If anybody has any ideas or requests, maybe something that's been rattling around in your brain for awhile let me know. I like incorporating peoples ideas and fantasies into my writing. Feel free to PM me anytime. As usual, thanks for reading!
-Laristopa
[b]*Round Ninety Seven*[/b]
Annabella appeared in the barn. It didn't smell good or bad, just normal. She realized she must be getting used to the stench. She didn't feel particularly good or bad about that. She was on her hands and knees in the dirty straw and could immediately feel something about herself was very different. She reached up to her face and found what it was. The cow nose and horns given to her by Abel had become real! Her giant cow nose was damp and cold. Her nostrils were huge! Her small horns jutted out through blonde curls while her long cow ears twitched when she touched them. They stuck out like alien antennae. Her hands shook as they ran along her new features. She wasn't sure whether to cry or feel nothing at all. The unconscious twitching of her new ears was completely foreign and the sound of her expanded nostrils inhaling large gulps of air sounded like...like an animal breathing...but that wasn't the only changes. After moving past the initial shock of her bovine face, Annabella noticed the butt plug tail was no longer a plug - it attached directly above her ass cheeks. It was a REAL tail! It was tight and short but it moved with a mind of its own, smacking back and forth across her giant ass. She ran her hands along her ass...it was definitely bigger than before. Her hips were wider and her ass was fatter. She must have looked ridiculous with her meaty, human pussy nestled between these inhuman proportions! Finally, the cow-spotted chaps on her legs had sunk into her skin. Her legs were leathery and cow spotted. They were slightly hairy and meatier than she remembered. As she shuffled across the straw towards a nearby wooden pen, her legs felt insulated and protected. Like a thick layer of skin and fat cut her sensitivity. She reached the side and tried pulling herself upright. The effort intensified her bestial breathing which blended in seamlessly with the other barnyard sounds around her.
Attempting to stand was met swiftly with failure. Not only did she content without her heels, but there was more to her unnatural lower body than just increased size. Her bone structure had shifted so she was more akin to an animal. Her body was no longer perfectly suited for bi-pedal movement and no longer fully human. She managed to stand, heavily pressing against he wall. When she pushed off and tried standing on her own power, she fell on her back with a grunt and a crash. Her leathery, cow spotted legs were pushed straight up to the ceiling. She sat motionless for a few seconds, her tail swished back and forth between her legs. Only by turning to the side could she get back on all fours. It felt much more comfortable to move this way. The dirt and mud from the floor splattered along Annabella's exposed torso. She was really feeling like an animal. She sighed and reached up to ring the cowbell around her neck.
Abel appeared shortly after. He had a smug smile across his face as he laid eyes on Annabella. The second he did so, Annabella's jiggling tits swelled and ached. The veins in them popped out and her nipples darkened. She moaned...which sounded alarmingly like a "moo", as her massive breasts filled with milk.
Abel stepped behind Annabella and chuckled before sharply slapping her giant ass. Annabella yelped but remained motionless.
He walked back into her vision and started, "You're coming along well, Bessie. Have a few more things for you to put on before I let you use my machine."
He procured a pair of leathery cow hooves.
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And a thick golden nose ring.
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He dangled the items in front of Annabella's dripping animal nose. She released a sigh as the pressure in her tits continued to increase. She didn't really have a choice as she nodded her head and accepted the items.
Abel reached down and grabbed Annabella's delicate little hands one at a time. He slipped each into their respective hoof. Annabella realized just how restricted her actions would be without fingers as her arms connected to the ground with a *CLOP*. Though, somehow, the feeling of hooves just felt "right", especially with her warped lower body. It felt strangely natural to have these hooves attached to her arms. Annabella almost wished they were real...Abel opened the ring and secured it to her bestial nose. It wasn't a real piercing...at least, right NOW it wasn't a real piercing. Though Annabella figured the ring, along with her hooves, soon would be.
Abel beckoned for her to move and Annabella started to crawl. The soft *clop* of her front hooves was strangely melodic and Annabella found herself liking the sound and enjoying her leisurely crawl. Her leathery legs scraped along the disgusting floor and her tail flicked back and forth. She slid across a few cow pies and didn't really have a strong reaction, it just added to the muck and dirt already coating her. She was feeling like a dirty animal as much as she was beginning to look, and smell, like one. When she reached her normal pen, Annabella wordlessly positioned her tits above the milker. Abel stepped into the pen with the glass milk basin and shoved something into Annabella's mouth. She began unconsciously chewing a handful of grass as the milking process began. She found her chewing was different. It wasn't normal up-and-down with the slight side-to-side of a normal human. She found her chewing was mostly side-to-side with a little bit of up-and-down. When the process was finished, Abel examined the nearly full jars of milk. He had a devilish smile as he looked down at Annabella who was mindlessly chewing the grass. He wheeled the jar out and the scene began to collapse.
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Annabella appeared in a seedy motel room.
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It was incredibly outdated and stunk with a musty rot. Annabella examined herself and couldn't help but feel a little disappointing. Her grotesquely large, unnatural body was back to its normally extreme proportions. As much as she hated to admit it, being a mindless farm animal was becoming more appealing each time she visited the barn. It was more and more disappointing when she left. Normally she was happy to be back on her feet but there was just something about crawling around in the dirt and grime that felt so RIGHT.
Annabella shook off the feeling and saw she was completely naked except for her heels which were shiny black stilettos. Her silky blond-pink hair was in pig tails set on each side of her head. She was surprised to find no collar around her neck. It had been a long while since her smooth neck wasn't sporting a choker of some sort. As she caressed her neck, Annabella noticed her bar code tattoo was gone! She was momentarily elated before confusion set in. What was going on?
Suddenly, Annabella felt a wave of horrible nausea wrack through her stomach. She stumbled to a nearby trashcan and wretched into it for awhile. When she was finished, Annabella wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She had been through this before. But if she was getting morning sickness again...that slave a few rounds back...oh dear.
Annabella popped a sucker in her mouth and clicked it around her colored braces. The cherry flavor of the lollipop was most welcome; it overtook the awful aftertaste of vomit. She struck an unconscious feminine pose, twireled her hair around her finger, and waited.
A few minutes later, the door to the room opened with a creak. Master strode in and immediately dominated the space. Annabella quickly looked at the ground and adopted a subservient posture. Master was completely nude and his dark skin had a sheen to it in the dim lighting. His monstrous cock flopped around between his powerful, hairy legs. Annabella found herself sneaking peeks at his member. She could smell the strong masculine musk oozing from Master's hunky body. Annabella's own sweet femininity began to waft through the air as she felt a wetness forming between her exposed thighs.
Master's voice was dominating and commanding as he practically stood directly over Annabella and stated, "Slave."
Annabella shrunk down and felt very small. She didn't just feel small - she WAS extremely small compared to the massive bull of a man overpowering her. She suqeaked out around her sucker, "H-hewwo...Master..."
They stood awkwardly close to one another for a few seconds. Annabella wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she wished Master would just grab her and fill her with his dark cock. She was aching for it, her kitty was gushing like a waterfall already. Though she was aroused, Annabella didn't dare move. Master was in charge, she couldn't even imagine making the first move without his direction.
S.A.M. appeared on the bed wearing a fur coat and shades.
Both Master and Annabella listened as the robot spoke, "The contestant will participate in a game of chance. Twenty coins will be flipped. For every heads, there will be one dominant change while every tails will yield a submissive change. After twenty coins have flipped, a prospective buyer will evaluate who is the slave and who is the master. No sex until the last coin in thrown! Good luck."
A silver coin appeared floating in midair. Annabella gulped. Could she really be "unlucky" now? Was that really a thing? She was about to find out...
Master stood back and evaluated the situation. He folded his arms across his torso, puffing out his chest, and waited. Annabella reluctantly turned her uneasy attention to the coin as it flew straight up towards the ceiling before landing on the cheap carpet.
Tails.
Annabella shook her head, not a good start. She coughed as a thin black choker secured itself around her neck. She pulled at it weakly, It was pretty loose and insignificant. No clasp or way to remove it, but it wasn't much of a concern. She shared an uneasy stare with Master who tugged at a thin gold chain now clasped around his neck.
The coin flipped again.
Tails.
Annabella gasped as a solid latex dildo inserted iself into her slick vagina. It was long, thick and veiny. It slipped all the way to the hilt, filling her fully. She felt a sting of pain as the dildo broke through her hymen. A trickle of blood flowed out. Her legs felt weak as she carefully reached to pull it out.
"Don't touch that, Bitch!" Master hollared.
Annabella immediately stopped and stood still, breathing heavily. She noticed Master was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, obscuring his cock. She could have removed the dildo, but it felt good and Master clearly wanted her to keep it in. It wasn't doing any harm, she elected to keep it riiiight where it was for now.
Flip. Tails.
Cold metal manacles clamped around Annabella's ankles. She could see no clasp. The metal was silver with silver hooks. They fit perfectly around her thin little ankles with barely any give. Meanwhile, Master was now wearing a clean pair of white socks. Annabella shook her legs a few times, the manacles were somewhat restricting but not too bad. Her hair and tits flopped around as she tested her new metal ankle wear.
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The coin soared again flopping onto...tails.
Yeah, she was clearly about to have a bad time. Four in a row was pretty unlikely.
A familiar cold metal rubbed against Annabella's skin, this time near her hands. Manacles matching the metal around her feet now adorned her frail wrists. She twirled her wrists a few times, admiring her intricate, feminine nails. She glanced over to see Master with a single gold ring on his right index finger. The ring was thick and demanded attention. Master admired the ring for a moment before returning his intense gaze back to Annabella. She shuffled, feeling the dildo rolling around inside her.
The coin flopped and landed on...Heads!
Annabella sighed in relief as she heard a gasp from Master. She saw two silver studs gleaming on his dark nipples. He reached up to try and pull the studs out, only to find they had no clasp. He would have to pull them out of his skin. He decided to let them stay for now, though he took a second to weigh his options. A riding crop appeared in Annabella's hands. Holding the stiff piece of leather made her feel powerful. It made her feel in control. She no longer felt it was necessary to call Darius Master.
She pointed the crop at Darius who was still examining his new nipple studs, and cooed, "Just a few mowe wins and you'll be cawwing me misstwiss."
Darius shook his head and focused on the coin.
It flipped. Tails.
Annabella felt a pinch in her nipples and heard a jingle as a chain appeared connecting her nipple piercings. As usual, there was no clasp and the metal chain appeared to be welded onto her piercings. The added weight pulled her tits down slightly but they were still relatively perky. Darius was wearing an expensive looking, purple, silk shirt which he smoothed out across his torso. It covered his nipple piercings but they could still be seen poking through. Annabella rolled the crop between her fingers. She shook her boobs a bit. The chain jingled and tugged on her nipples. Coupled with the dildo, her arousal was starting to climb again.
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The coin bounced onto the carpet and landed tails.
Annabella's heels pressed up. The became extremely tall and she was balancing almost directly on her tip toes. The dark leather climbed up her legs and laced around her hairless calves. The metal manacles clamped around the heels which could be opened with a zipper along the side - that is if there weren't manacles making that impossible!
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Darius now wore a comfortable pair of tennis shoes on his socks. He was now fully clothed with a gold chain and gold ring on his finger. He also had nipple studs poking out of his high quality purple silk shirt. Annabella stood on extremely tall ballerina heels laced up her legs with silver manacles tightly around her ankles and wrists. A silver chain connected her nipple piercings while a plug pushed against her vaginal walls and a thin black choker loosely adorned her neck. She slapped a riding crop between her fingers, invigorating her with strength.
Tails.
Annabella sharply sucked in air as her tiny stomach was cinched further by a dark latex corset. The corset clung tightly to her stomach and began crawling up towards her breasts. The material encircled her tits but did not cover them. Her breasts fit perfectly in latex holes which squeezed them and made them burst out even more. The smooth latex went up and around her shoulders but left her arms bare. It was somewhat easy to move in but made any twisting motions more difficult. Annabella couldn't find a clasp or any way to pull the top off. It would likely need to be cut off. The top stopped at her hips which, beneath the cinched waist, appeared to balloon out even farther. But this was all okay, she could say she's a dominatrix, they wore latex corsets all the time, right? She slapped the crop between her hands. Yeah that could work.
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Around Darius' shirt appeared a fur lined purple coat. It was more of a robe but could be considered a coat. It dropped nearly to the floor and was extremely baggy. He closed the coat and covered his newly sensitive nipples. The coat matched his shirt perfectly.
Tails.
Annabella's choker tightened and she audibly gagged. The choker also thickened. It was much more restrictive to her movement and breathing than before. She shifted her head a few times, trying to get used to the new restriction. Meanwhile, Darius' thin gold chain thickened and became more shiny. It gleamed in the light and he rattled it around a few times. Annabella felt her confidence a bit shaken by the new choker, but clung tightly to her riding crop. She could still be a dominatrix.
Round Ten began.
Tails.
Another black latex dildo appeared and dove right for Annabella's vagina. As it did, the dildo that was already occupying the dripping snatch pulled out and lodged itself in her ass. Annabella fell into the wall and held it for support as both dildos nestled deep inside. Annabella's arousal was starting to get out of control. She was very thankful the dildo that was already wet went to her ass. The intrusion in her ass was painful enough WITH her natural lube. Again, she could have removed the plugs but...It felt really good and she could always remove both before the end of the round; before the evaluations. Darius' jeans turned to purple silk. His manly bulge was visible through his pants. Annabella's mouth watered as she stared at it while rubbing her thights together.
After ten rounds she was down 1-9. But this could still be salvaged, she just had to say she is a dominatrix. She twirled the crop around. If she could get one win and something significant happened to Darius she had a shot. She also had to cross her fingers and hope to avoid any super obvious changes. Manacles could be explained as...maybe ascetic or armor or something and the collar could be a...a kinky accessory maybe? Yeah so far its all explainable.
Heads!
Annabella's makeup began to shift. It no longer looked amateur and low quality. Now gracing her features was professional handiwork in bold colors. She looked intimidating and mysterious - well as intimidating and mysterious as her innocent brace-face could be. She felt a surge of confidence again. Darius yelped as his body shrank all over. His clothing shrank with him but he was definitely shorter overall. He was probably only around 5"8, just an inch or two taller than Annabella with her heels on! Darius looked extremely angry and started walking towards Annabella. She flicked the riding crop in his direction, causing him to stop. Stop and...back down? He looked scared for a second. The tide was beginning to turn.
Tails.
Another cold metal object pressed against her skin. This time, around her privates. Annabella hurriedly reached down and tried to pull the plugs out, but it was too late. A shiny, silver, solid chastity belt gleamed over her genitals. There was a lock in the front but otherwise she couldn't move it at all. The plugs inside her were trapped! The futility of it all made it even more exciting as she tried wedging her fingers under the cold metal. Her supple flesh gave way a bit, but it was futile. This...she could work with this. She just needed to win a few wins to get some clothing. Darius still appeared very upset by his size reduction but admired a new gold and diamond studded dollar sign belt buckle. It was obnoxiously big and shiny.
Tails.
Annabella felt herself needing to yawn suddenly. She opened her mouth wide and inhaled. As she did, a leather ring gag secured itself around her head and nestled into her mouth. She was in the middle of a great yawn and couldn't close her mouth in time to stop it! She tried spitting it out, pulling it out and unclasping it but to no avail. It kept her perfectly painted, fat pillow lips constantly agape. A trickle of drool dripped down her chin. The ring was large enough for a decent sized cock to slide inside with no resistance. Darius smiled widely revealing a solid gold grill lining his teeth. She needed to find something sharp...something to cut this leather strap and get the ring gag off. If she found some scissors or a knife...maybe she could pick the lock on some of these bondage items. Annabella scouted around the room, spotting a few drawers and cabinets that were worth exploring. She had to try something.
While she reached for the first drawer with her hand tightly clutching the riding crop, the coin landed tails.
Annabella dropped the crop and her hands were quickly enveloped by thick latex gloves. They were like tight oven mitts. She couldn't manipulate her fingers! Her metal manacles shut tightly around her wrists holding the gloves in place. No matter how she tugged she couldn't get them loose. She made muffled moaning and groaning sounds around her gag as she pulled and pulled with no result.
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She tried to open the drawer but couldn't grasp the handle. Annabella felt tears in her eyes as she kicked the dresser and grunted in frustration. Meanwhile, Darius stepped towards her.
Darius made a beeline for the fallen riding crop. Annabella dove for it when she realized what he was doing. But Darius was too fast. The second his fingers closed around the crop it transformed into a sceptor. Was it a...pimp cane?
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Annabella felt her confident demeanor shatter, replaced by an oppressive pressure emanating from Master's newest tool. She felt instantly subservient to Master's will.
"What do you say now, Bitch?" Master croaked.
Annabella stared at the ground, unable to speak while drool slipped down her chin.
Another coin toss came up tails.
Annabella heard another jingle. She looked down, over her protruding tits to see a short chain connecting the manacles on her feet together. She was not giving up though! She took small, mincing steps in her chained, ballerina heels toward a nearby cabinet. She abandoned the drawer, she just didn't have the dexterity to open the drawer. The cabinet, however, she may have been able to open that, even with her hands the way they were. Master flicked several new, big gold rings adorning his fingers.
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Annabella slowly made her way next to the large wooden cabinet. Master watched her with a mocking grin, he was letting her try. Each step shook the plugs wedged all the way up her holes causing her to wince through the ring gag. He stepped just behind her, holding up his pimp cane as she struggled.
The coin flipped. Tails.
She grabbed at the handle on the cabinet and just started opening it when she felt a burning pain in her calves. Annabella fell to the floor while grunting in pain. The second she was on the floor the pain ceased. She was on her knees resting against Master's leg in his puffy purple pimp coat. She grabbed at his leg and tried pulling herself up. The second she started standing, however, the pain began to escalate. She dropped back down onto her knees. Annaballea flicked Master's coat away, seeing his comfortable sneakers had become gold and expensive looking. She crawled to the cabinet and got high on her knees, pulling at the handle again carefully with her mitts.
Tails.
Annabella's hands reached for her neck as she felt the strong sensation of choking! The collar there grew even tighter. It now read, "Little Slut" in bold silver letters. A large D ring in the back was the only source of room and it dug slightly into her skin. She pulled uselessly at the collar, moaning in frustration. A torrent of fluid gushed from both her mouth and pussy. Annabella looked back at Master who silently stood next to her, a large gold and diamond money sign hung around his neck, joined by his thick gold chain already there. It was his flashiest jewelry yet and demanded attention.
Annabella sat on her butt and cried. She rested her back against the wooden cabinet. She reached one shaky, gloved hand towards the handle.
Tails.
Her hand stopped short and was pulled back down towards her other hand which rested on her thigh. A short silver chain connected the manacles on her wrists. There was no clasp of any kind. Master was now weaing a wide brimmed purple hat with a feather in it.
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His gaze was darkened as he watched her beneath the hat.
She stared down at her shackled mitts. It was the principle of the thing now, she struggled against the cabinet to a high kneeling position, facing the cabinet. She reached both her hands at the same time towards the handle. She got her hands around the handle and began to pull.
Tails.
Annabella was knocked to the floor. A blow directly to her face felt like she had been hit with a sledgehammer. She howled in pain. But before she could recover a constriction began around her neck again. She felt like she was being suffocated. She was choking! It was like the collar had tightened again only worse. She cried and gasped, kicking her legs helplessly into the air, desperate to fill her lungs. She frantically looked to Master who was sporting a brand name pair of golden sunglasses. He hadn't moved, he wasn't doing anything to her. She lost air completely, feeling light headed and seeing lights swirling in her eyes as the struggling slowed. The world began to fade out. Then, as suddenly as it started, the choking feeling stopped and only the collar's tightness remained. Annabella coughed deeply and sucked in air like her life depended on it. It was difficult breathing through the gag, but she managed. A sharp stinging pain in her head, face and neck continued as hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
In the distance she heard the final coin clap on the floor. Tails.
Annabella's crumpled, defeated body was dragged by an invisible force til she was kneeling at his feet. A purple leash appeared in his hand and it connected to the D ring on the back of Annabella's collar. Master reached forward and opened the cabinet. It swung silently open. Inside was just a large mirror. Annabella and Master both looked at themselves in the glass.
Master appeared slightly smaller than before but he was decked out like a stereotypical pimp. Flashy rings, gold grill various assorted jewelry, purple silk clothes and furry coat complete with a wide brimmed hat. He wore expensive shoes and carried a cane. His demeanor, stance and general confidence was high and he was clearly in control of the situation. He held a purple leash which was connected to a much different creature.
Totally chained and helpless. Feet, hands, chest, collar. She was small and frail enough where even without bondage she wouldn't be much of a handful for anybody, let along locked in multiple restrictions. Her innocent, young face and neck were marred with bruises and marks consistent with a stereotypical pimp/ho relationship. A deep black eye and clear hand prints around her neck. The girl's makeup was once beautiful, but now ran with her tears. Mascara ran down her face, which was flush with arousal, and her lipstick was smudged. She looked complexly defeated and broken, an absolute shell of a woman. Her enormous, surgically enhanced tits pressed up and out of a latex top so tight it should be impossible. A shiny chastity belt gave somebody else control of her sexuality while chains restricted her movement. The mitts took away her ability to do most things while the ring gag removed her ability to communicate. The strong smell of female arousal permeated the girl and a puddle of feminine cum oozed between her legs. She was being lead on a leash which she did not have the strength to escape, putting her at the mercy of whoever held it. Overall, she was the most helpless creature Annabella had ever laid eyes on - and she was looking at herself!
"Now to complete the look." Master growled.
He opened his coat and pulled his silk pants down slightly. Much to Annabella's relief, his cock was still 100% even though he'd lost some height.
"Suck me, Ho." He commanded while holding his cane up menacingly.
Annabella pressed herself upright to a high knee. She was positioned directly in front of Master's hardening member. She pulled her head forward and glided his cock inside the ring gag. Her lips were so puffy that they provided a bit of heat, wetness and suction but her tongue would have to do most of the work. She slowly worked him inside and out at a reasonable pace. That didn't last long, however, as Master grabbed hold of her blond-pink pigtails, using them as handlebars. He pulled her back and forther over his cock, her tongue trying to keep up but he continuously slammed her faster and faster. Soon, Annabella was just holding on for dear life. With each thrust, he pressed her nose into his pubic hair which agitated her injruies giving her a stinging pain in her face. Her hand reached down towards her hungering kitty but she couldn't reach it through the belt. The incredible pace picked up further and Master was enjoying himself, though he clearly didn't take Annabella's happiness or comfort into account at all. Annabella's tits bounced wildly causing the chain connecting them to jingle and tug on her nipples. As Master continued, he was pulling so hard on her pigtails that strands of hair were being ripped from her scalp. Master removed the bands keeping the pigtails together. Her frayed, damaged hair fluttered around her head wildly. Master pushed his penis all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Annabella didn't gag but she needed air after a few seconds as her breathing rate had increased so much due to arousal and lack of oxygen. She she tried to pull off him, Master grabbed her leash tightly and held her head down. When she was about to pass out again, he sloshed himself out of her mouth and grunted. Annabella looked up to Master and waited for his finish, knowing her own arousal wouldn't be sated. He jacked himself off feverishly, his cock pointed directly at her face.
Seconds later, he grunted one last time and exploded with ropes of thick cum splattering all across her innocent face. As soon as the first rope of Darius' seed touched Annabella's skin, two things happened. First, she felt another burning sensation in the side of her neck. The bar code tattoo normally on her wrist appeared, instead, directly on her neck. Secondly, she felt like there was a second cum shot on her tits which dried shortly after, leaving a crusty stain on her breasts like she had given somebody a titty fuck. Spurt after spurt of cum coated her bruised visage from Master's shuttering cock. He held the leash and the back of her head tightly, causing moderate discomfort for Annabella as his orgasm began to abate. He squeezed the last few drops onto her eyes which already had thick wads running along them. She had no way to rub them or clean the semen away so she kept them mostly closed.
Drops of seed slipped into her open mouth which started to become sore. Master carefully returned his softening cock into his pants then walked back towards the mirror, pulling Annabella's leash and ushering her towards it. He grabbed a fistful of loose hair, being sure to avoid touching his own semen, and forced her forward to look at herself another time. If she thought the creature in the mirror was pitiful before it had gotten even worse. She could only barely see through one eye, but she could see the bar code tattoo was just above her collared leash and was slightly larger than before. It would be very difficult for somebody to miss it the second they looked at her. As far as her face went, it was plastered in cum. She really did look like a pleasure slave or young prostitute in way over her head.
After staring at herself for a few seconds, Master chimed in, "That's what you are, little girl. You a dirty fuckin' 'ho." He paused for a few seconds, thinking, before continuing, "Nah, you ain't even a 'ho, you less than a 'ho. You a piece of property. A commodity. I'm done with you."
The door to the motel opened and in stepped a familiar looking black man. It was Mr. Johnson and his wife, Mrs. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a giant black bull of a man. In his forties with slabs of muscle all across his body. Annabella was also familiar with his big cock...Mrs. Johnson was a pretty dark haired white lady in her early thirties with respectable breasts.
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Mrs. Johnson looked down at Annabella in disgust. Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, barely regarded her, instead focusing on Master. Master released Annabella's hair and shook hands with Mr. Johnson.
Mr. Johnson started first, "You lookin' small, Darius. What happened? Didn't know you were going all in on the 'pimp' thing either."
Master responded with a grin, "It's a temporary setback. And I been pimpin' all my life, Anthony, I Just had to get the right ho's. Anyway, this is the one I was telling you about."
He pointed to Annabella who remained on the floor motionless, rivulets of semen slowly dripped down her face and onto her breasts which were already coated.
Mr. Johnson motioned for his wife who carefully shuffled towards him. When she stepped into the light it was obvious she was far along in pregnancy. She glanced down at Annabella, the clear disgust on her face continually evident. Her voice was rather forceful and in an alto pitch as she said, "Did you have to soil it like that, Darius?"
"I'm sorry, Mona, had to sample the product one more time."
Mr. Johnson cleared his throat, "Is it just as we requested?"
Master reached into his coat and procured a small box. He showed it to both guests before tearing it open. Out of the package he obtained what appeared to be a nail file maybe? He stepped back towards Annabella til he was standing directly over her. She simply didn't have the energy or resolve to do anything but sit passively.
Master unlocked the Chasity belt with a small silver key and pulled it away with a *Squealch* as the metal was covered in fluid. He pushed the file into Annabella's mitted hands. She could barely hold onto the object which she could now see was a disposable pregnancy test.
"Crouch down and piss on the stick, Bitch." Master ordered.
Annabella struggled into a kneeling position. Her eyes were still plastered shut, but move cum dripped away with each passing second. Once she got onto her knees, she opened her legs which were hot and sticky. As she did, Annabella let out a surprised moan as both the dildo in her vagina and ass slipped out with a double *Squealch* and dropped to the carpet.
Mrs. Johnson made a gagging noise and chided,"What a disgusting creature."
Annabella carefully maneuvered the test between her legs and looked up. All three people in the room were staring directly at her. Her tits were hanging out, she was secured in bondage, her hair was a mess and multiple toys had just slipped out of her cavernous holes. She was black and blue and covered in semen. Much different from the well dressed, classy woman deriding her, ready to watch her pee like an animal. Annabella took a deep breath and pushed. It started as a thin stream but as she relaxed her bladder a torrent of yellow piss sprayed all over the floor. The stream was wild and uncontrollable but she managed to properly cover the test. When she was done she reached the test towards Darius who furrowed his brow, disgusted, but he accepted the test anyway. Annabella's mitts were covered in piss and she found herself sitting in her own fluid. The rancid stench of piss permeated her and mixed with the scent of her continued arousal. Now that the belt was off, she could finally try getting herself off. Annabella did her best to grab one of the dildos, unsure if it was the one in her ass or pussy. At this point, she smelled and felt like a port-o-potty anyway, so what was the difference?
While she struggled with the dildo, Master took the test, examined it, and smiled. He showed it to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson who nodded their heads.
"And this isn't its first?" Mr. Johnson asked.
"No, it's had two prior offspring. Only one made it though. Doctor complication, it's been dealt with, I assure you."
"And the other child?" Mrs. Johnson inquired.
"With me. Can be part of the deal if you want. It's a female, still a baby." Master replied.
Annabella tried placing the dildo face up on the floor and riding it, but that didn't quite work. She sat back in the soaking wet carpet and held the dildo between her mitted hands. She worked it into her cunt, riding the dildo as satisfyingly as she could. The conversation around her didn't interest her in the slightest. She just wanted to feel something good after all the bad.
Mrs. Johnson thought for a few seconds. "Nah, we don't need to pay more for a baby. We can just breed our own. Keep the child. Make it your new main attraction."
Mr. Johnson rubbed his chin and examined Annabella before extending his hand, "Alright, we'll take it. I'll do the agreed upon price. Does it have a name?"
Master turned and watched Annabella with disgust as she began orgasming in her own filth, "Annabella Slut, but you can call it whatever you want."
The men shook hands and Annabella felt a jolt in the back of her head, but paid it no mind as she convulsed in blissful orgasm.
Master smiled and turned to Mistress, "What do you want to call it?"
Mistress thought for a second and replied, "Annabella is far too sophisticated for a creature such as this. I think just 'Slut' will suffice."
Slut rubbed her mitted hands up her body. She was starting to come down from her sexual high. Mr. Black shot her a knowing smile. Slut licked her salty lips, excited at the idea of tasting her former master's delicious cock sometime soon. Master grabbed Slut's leash and pulled her towards the door. She obediently crawled slightly behind him, content to do as she was told. The scene collapsed.
[b]NAME:[/b] Slut
[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 4"11
[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 107 LBS
[b]AGE:[/b] 18
[b]IQ:[/b] 72. Basic arithmatic and reading are somewhat difficult.
[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 1
[b]SEX / PHYSIOLOGY:[/b] Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile. Strong pheromones attracting men and giving her a sweet scent. Hormone altered bartholin and saliva glands that increase oral and vaginal enjoyment for all sexual partners. Perpetual hymen that grows back after every sexual encounter.
[b]PREGNANCY / CHILDREN:[/b] Five weeks pregnant. One prior child, Luscious Slut.
[b]HAIR:[/b] Long, silky and healthy. Naturally curled golden blond with pink highlights. Frayed and scraggly hanging loosely though partially matted together in pseudo pigtails.
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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Very simple vocabulary. Speaks in 'baby talk'. No gag reflex whatsoever.
[b]FACIAL HAIR:[/b] None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
[b]EYES:[/b] Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long, fake eyelashes and thick dark eyeliner. Smokey, dark blue eye shadow causing the eyes to look constantly half lidded. Makeup running due to tears and semen from Darius.
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[b]FACIAL FEATURES:[/b] Rounded jaw with thin chin; high rounded cheekbones; small feminine ears; delicate, slightly upturned nose; weak, non-imposing brow; thin, highly angled eyebrows; thin smooth neck; incredibly thick, shiny, bee-stung lips that can hardly close; smooth, weak, flat forehead; layered pink blush covering cheeks and accenting their feminine shape; Mostly straight, white teeth with multi colered braces covering them; permanent makeup. Black eye and distinct hand marks around the neck suggesting abuse of some kind.
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[b]BUILD:[/b] Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with virtually no muscle; huge breasts and cartoonishly weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips made slightly larger by birthing two children; Extremely tight, small stomach with six surgically removed ribs making it even smaller; thick milky thighs that rub together with each step. Skin is sexy sun-kissed bronze all the way around.
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[b]CHEST:[/b] Huge Fake looking H cup breasts. Unnaturally gravity defying and circular. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands. Visible surgical scars. Dripping with Darius' cum.
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[b]EXTREMITIES:[/b] Thin, delicate, soft hands with long pink, silvery sparkle nails extending over an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, clear-pink painted, longer nails with shiny little gems on the big toe. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 6 inch high heels.
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[b]GENITALS:[/b] Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed. Intact hymen that grows back after every sexual encounter.
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[b]TATTOOS:[/b] Black tribal tattoo in the shape of a womb just above her pubic area. Black tribal heart and star design on the lower back. A broken mirror with "13" beside it on her wrist. A barcode tattoo on her neck.
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[b]PIERCINGS:[/b] Diamond studded gold ring and stud pierced clit. Large golden hoops hanging from ears with "BABY" in bold pink studded letters. Silver barbell studs in nipples, keeping them constantly erect.
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[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Black latex halter top with holes allowing breasts to poke though. An extremely tight slave collar saying "Daddy's Girl" in silver letters around the neck attached to a leash. Manacles with a short chain attached to both ankles and wrists severely restricting movement. Thick latex gloves that make most handling of objects impossible. Eight inch black latex ballet heels. Nipple chain hanging low.
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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b] Is attracted exclusively to men. Will only be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido. Enjoys having cum on and in her body and clothing. Loves being humiliated sexually and verbally. Likes being locked in light bondage. Loves vaginal and anal sex. Prefers big penises and doesn't get much sexually out of anything less than six or seven inches. Enjoys exhibitionism and public sex. A bit of a masochist, likes being spanked.
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Submissive, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, prefers living in squalor, Is annoyed easily. Often considered 'Bitchy'. Doesn't care much for the rule of law. Has an extensive criminal history including drug, theft and prostitution charges. Has difficulty trusting others and often displays obsessive jealousy in relationships. Not very smart, has trouble learning. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts like a stereotypical girly-girl including standing, sitting, walking, speaking, writing and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Addicted to sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered especially if she hasn't done it in awhile. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught. Incapable of wearing underwear, feels compelled to let others know, generally by showing them. Refuses to wear any clothing not considered slutty or sexy.
[b]ADDICTIONS:[/b] Nicotine and sex
[b]FAVORITE COLOR:[/b] bright pink.
[b]FINANCIAL / LIFE SITUATION:[/b] Has a negative bank balance and heavy debt. Terrible credit with no prospects or knowledge of the financial world. Difficulty with basic arithmatic. Owned completely and in every way by Anthony and Mona Johnson. Legally unable to make any of her own decisions and considered property by all legal and governmental systems. Cannot own or buy anything without pre approval by Anthony or Mona. Extremely unlucky.
[b]EXPERTISE:[/b] Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick, seducing, dirty talk
