3 comments/ 44872 views/ 5 favorites Acquiring a Slut By: lofwyrkp "Beep" goes your mobile phone, indicating you've got a new text. You open the message, and almost drop the phone, as you see a picture of yourself, obviously taken at last night's party. You look a little wild, dancing away, your top riding a little high, revealing your pierced belly button, but that's not what's got your attention. The photo has been photoshopped, you know that, as you know exactly what you wore, but this photo, well if your parents ever saw it, they'd be so shocked. You're in mid talk, your tongue is just visible, and you can see that whoever sent the picture has added a nice barbell to your tongue, and that's not all, your hair is swept back by the movement of your head, revealing a lock, a small padlock hanging from your left ear. Naturally, you swirl your tongue in your mouth and fuck, Yes, there is something metal embedded and suddenly your tongue begins to throb. Quickly to make sure, you run your fingers along your ear, and are shocked to find that the earrings you wore last night have gone, and have been replaced! On your left ear, you feel the heaviness of a small lock, one that can be used to connect the ends of a zipper on a suitcase. Frantically, you tug on the lock, but it will not open. Quickly you reach to the other ear, and instead of the pearl studs that you recall, something is dangling from a chain. You throw back the covers, and immediately realize you are naked, totally stark naked. You rush to the mirror, desperately tugging on the earrings, trying to remove them. You've vague memories of Erika showing them to you last night as you had a girlie chat in the bathroom, pressing you to try on some heavy, thick, steel-like earrings she had pulled from her purse, like something a Goth girl might wear, or something you might find on a slave. You remember laughing and finally agreeing to try them on, just for the fun. As your memory comes back a little, you recall the feel of them last night, the heavy tug on your ears, the way they felt as you danced, but now, your fingers are fumbling, looking for the butterfly that'll release them, but you can't find one! You remember Erika laughing, pointing out the earrings to Jason, as you danced and gyrated, flirting and tossing your hair to show off your slave earrings. You remember finally taking a break, and Erika handing you a glass of coca cola. You remember nothing else until waking up a few minutes ago. You tilt your head, taking stock of the earrings, OMG you're thinking. "It's locked!" you whisper to yourself, seeing the silver lock in your ear. You tilt your head and from the dangling chain attached to your right ear hangs a pair of tiny handcuffs! No matter how you try, nothing gives, nothing moves, you just can't find a way to remove them! Your tongue! You stick out your tongue and it has been pierced, a steel barbell has been stuck through your tongue! You moan, trying to figure out of you can remove it, twist the ball on top or below, but nothing moves, and the pain in your tongue has brought tears to your eyes. What has happened? You quickly go for your cell phone, turning it on, wanting to call Erika immediately. As the phone awakes, you see that there is a message for you and decide to listen to it first. It's Erika! "Morning sleepyhead!" You hear Erika say, in a steely tone of voice, one you've not heard her use before. "I bet you're wondering right now what happened last night, and if I'm not mistaken, how to remove those pretty little slut earrings before your next family reunion." "Well Janet, or should I call you Slut," she continues, "You've always acted like you're better than me, that your family name has more honor than mine, what would they say of their honorable daughter now? All made up like a cheap whore." You can feel the tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes as you listen to her hateful words, you never knew that she hated you so much, you always thought that you were the best of friends, not rivals. With a sinking heart you realize that your parents would be shocked, terribly shocked if they saw you like this, naked, slutty earrings weighing down your ears, and that tongue piercing, well, that would be the end of it. You realize that lost in your own thoughts, you've missed the end of Erika's message and with numb fingers you replay her message. "... cheap whore." Erika purrs venomously. "Be round my place at 12 sharp, there's a video that you need to see, before it's uploaded to YouTube," and with that the call ends. You nervously glance at the clock, and realize that you've overslept and it's nearly 11! You've just got time to grab a quick shower, and throw on a T shirt and jeans before heading off to Erika's place. Once there, you raise your hand to knock, then pause, trying to think of a way out of this mess. Your stomach lies heavy, trying to tell you that knocking will be a big mistake, but you've GOT to know what she means by a video. You're standing there, hand still upraised, when Erika opens the door, giving you a look that's normally reserved for waiters and other menial staff. "Janet, and on time," she purrs, before grabbing your arm in a strong grip, and pulling you into the room. You're about to raise your voice, and demand to know what she's playing at when you notice that you're not alone, Jason is also there, sitting on the couch, remote in hand. "Ah, Janet" he says, his voice full of pleasure, and you find that you're eyes are drawn to the pretty obvious bulge in his jeans, "Erika and I were just watching your video." "My video?" you think, you've no memory of a video, just of drinking that coke, and waking up naked. Erika leads you to the couch, and pushes you down, next to Jason, and then sits beside you, trapping you between the pair of them. The video starts, and you don't recognize the room, there's nothing to distinguish it from any of the university's many dorm rooms. There's a voice, muffled from off screen, and the camera settles on you, standing there alone in the centre of the room. The heavy beat of some dance music starts and you're there, dancing, hips swaying in time to the music. You can tell from the look in your eyes that you're out of it, more out of it than you've ever been. As the pace of the music heats up, you're shocked to realize that your dance movements are becoming more suggestive, more lewd, and there is that muffled voice, still off screen, encouraging you. The video sparks a dim memory and you "think" you remember dancing with someone, someone female. You vaguely recall that they were leading, and all you did was copy their moves, it was some sort of game you think. But the video doesn't show that, doesn't show that you were with someone, it only shows you, dancing more and more provocatively. When your top comes off, and you see that you're waving it around your head like a flag, your head drops in shame, your lacy bra is only just managing to cover your bouncing breasts. As you look down at the ground, shamed by your behavior, you feel Erika's fingers grab your chin, and she forces your head up, demanding that you pay attention to the rest of the video. After the top, your skirt quickly follows, and then your bra, letting your breasts swing freely in time to the music. By the time you step out of your panties, the tears are streaming down your face, you can't bare to look, but when you try to turn your head away, either Jason or Erika force it back. Jason mercifully pauses the video, leaving your image up there on the screen, naked and wanton for all to see. Erika leans in close, too close, and you can feel the heat of her breath on your ear, as she whispers to you. "Jason's terribly frustrated, he's been watching that video for hours now," and your eyes dart to that large bulge in his jeans. "Why don't you do something about it" "I, I," you stammer, trying to find the right words to explain to her that this image isn't you, isn't the real Janet. The real Janet is a good girl, a good daughter, not a wanton slut. Erika's finger presses briefly presses against your lips, hushing you, and she tells you that you're not here to talk, but to learn. "Learn what?" you wonder but you're distracted by the sound of a zip undoing, and your eyes widen as you watch Jason undo his jeans, letting his trapped cock spring up. You can't stop looking at it, it looks so large, thrusting up from his groin, his balls still hidden by his jeans. The head is large, round and circumcised, and there is a drop of clear liquid nesting at the top. Jason leans back, letting his stiff cock point skywards, standing straight up. You feel Erika's hand on the back of your neck, as she gently, but firmly starts to force your head down. You struggle, trying to get away, but trapped between the two of them, it's difficult to get any leverage. Erika briefly lets go of your head, and instead grabs your hands, and forces them behind your back where she crosses them and grips them with just one of her own. Her free hand goes back to your neck, and the combined effect of your hands behind your back and her pressing on your neck, forces your head lower and lower. You open your mouth to scream for help, damn the consequences, but when you do, a quick thrust by Erika forces Jason's cock into your mouth. You pause there, his cock buried in your mouth, surprised at how smooth and silky the skin on his cock feels. Jason starts to move his hips, making his cock slide between your lips, in and out. He's not going too deep, just deep enough to let you know that he's really enjoying this. Erika uses the hand on your neck to start your head bobbing up and down, setting the rhythm. "gnnnnnnnnn," you try to protest. This wasn't the way you would ever give your first blowjob. The slick, silky feel of his members taught skin as it slips over your lips, and presses on your tongue. "Oh God, Erika!" Jason exclaims, "I can feel this bitch's tongue piercing pressing into my cock, and it feels as amazing as you said it would." Those words cut you to the quick, as you realize that Jason isn't the one in charge here, but Erika is. You're totally focused on the feel of Jason's cock as it slides past your lips, and presses your tongue down against your jaw that you're not aware of Jason's hand replacing Erika's. All you're aware of is the pressure on the back of your neck, holding your struggling head down, pressing you deep onto his hard, rampant cock. Your eyes are tearing up as Jason rapes your mouth, using it like a cunt, and you can't help but think that this is so different from how you imagined your first time. You thought you'd be in love, and the both of you would be virgins, fumbling around, experimenting with each other, learning to please each other out of love. You never imagined anything as shameful as this. There is a soft "beep" that interrupts Jason's cries of "Suck it, Bitch!, take it deep you cheap cunt!" and out of the corner of your teary eye, you see Erika holding up her mobile phone, the little eye of the camera blinking as it records your first ever blowjob. The steady rhythm of your head bobbing up and down lulls you momentarily, and just for a moment, you start to enjoy the feeling of the smooth, slick cock as it works your mouth. The rush of blood to you labia, the way you feel your pussy lips engorge as you start to become aroused, shames you further, and makes your cheeks turn red with the shame. Erika, still filming, then surprises you by forcing her hand between your thighs, and grips your pussy though the crotch of your jeans, driving the seam against your clit. "Christ, this little slut's enjoying it, she's damp down here," Erika calls out, and even though you wish you could just curl up and die, the feel of the rough seam as it presses through your damp panties adds a little to your arousal. "Jesus, Erika, I'm about to blow!" Jason pants, as he keeps your head pressed firmly against his crotch. You barely notice as Erika moves around looking for the best view, before settling on the opposite side. She's looking right into your eyes, her phone still filming, enjoying the pain and shame she can see written all over your face. Jason grunts, and you feel his cock start to twitch as it pumps a thick jet of his fresh cum into your mouth. You recoil, his hand suddenly absent as you taste fresh cum for the first time. It's thick, stringy, and slightly salty tasting, not unpleasant, but not great either. As your head raises from Jason's groin, his cock is till pumping out stream after stream of his thick cum, the first is coating your tongue, the second hits you just under your nose, and the final spurt covers your chin. All the while, Erika's eyes are wide open, drinking the scene in, reveling in the state you're in. Her eyes are dilated, and her skin is flushed, and she's breathing heavily, and you realize that she's incredibly turned on by this. As you flop back onto the couch, as far away from Jason as you can manage, he says "Not bad for a first time, but you'd better learn to swallow soon, Bitch" Your head is swimming with the mixed emotions that are running through you, part of you is still somehow turned on by this, but the larger part is shamed, humiliated by the way they've just used you. You're about to make a break for it, to run away and never come back, when Erika's voice stops you cold. "Want to see our latest video?" And you watch as Erika connects her phone to the PC in the corner. All too quickly, the damming video loads, and you stand there, frozen as you watch the footage of Erika and Jason raping your mouth. Even as you watch this raw footage, you can feel your nipples stiffening, against your will, making two little tents in your top. You don't know why this is turning you on, but there is something about the helpless look in your eyes that's making a connection to your innermost soul. Even as you watch, Erika is busy working on some sort of editing program, and before you know it, the new video of you is replaced by a different version. You slump against the sofa as you watch the edited version, gone is Erika's hand, and Jason's is barely visible. All the camera seems to catch is you apparent willingness to go down on him. Even the voices have changed, both Erika's and Jason's have been changed, and you seem to hear yourself asking if you could blow him. If the dancing video was bad, this new one is terrible! You didn't notice Jason leaves the room, but you are aware of Erika's presence as she sits down beside you, and gently, almost lovingly cradles you in her arms. "There, there Janet, it isn't that bad" she says softly, as her fingers stroke your cheek, slowly pushing Jason's drying cum towards your mouth. You don't want to open it, you don't want the taste of him in your mouth ever again, but Erika has different ideas. She slowly leans forwards and with a predatory gleam in her eye, she slowly licks her lips. Your eyes are drawn to the braces on her teeth, the only slight flaw that spoils her great looks, you find yourself smiling at that thought, thinking just for a moment that you are indeed better than her. She moves in closer, and kisses your lower lip, running her tongue along the soft surface. You're surprised, not only by the gentle touch, but by the thrill you feel coursing through you. Somehow, this feels more erotic than any boys kiss ever has. Suddenly there's a sharp pain as she first sucks your lower lip into her mouth, and then bites down on it. "Shit!" you manage to cry out, before her fingers enter your mouth, pushing Jason's cum into it. She wipes them on the insides of your cheeks, stretching them out, before letting go. Erika's eyes harden slightly, as she sees you about to spit his cum out, but before you can, she drives her fingers into your jaw, and tilts your head back, so that you're staring at the ceiling. No matter how you try to stop the flow with your tongue, you can feel Jason's cum slowly sliding down the back of your throat, and before you know it, you're swallowing, eating Jason's cum. After you've finished, Erika's eyes soften again, and she kisses you on the cheek whilst giving you a big hug. You're confused by the mixed messages she sending you, she's part bitch, part best friend, and you don't know from one moment to the next which is which. You're taken by surprise when Erika snuggles even closer to you, and reaches over to put on both videos. Suddenly you're surrounded by images of you acting wild and depraved, totally unlike your normal self. Even as you're trying to make sense of the close feel of Erika's body and the graphic images that are on every screen, you feel Erika take your wrist in a firm grip. She leans back so that you're sitting side by side, just two normal girls on a couch, nothing too terrible, surely, but you know by now that something is going to happen, and you're pretty sure you're not going to like it. Erika pulls your right hand into her groin, forcing your fingers into the seam on her jeans, and her hips thrust up to meet your touch. Even as she's using your hand, her own left hand has dived between your legs, and is pressing down on your pussy. Her eyes dart from one screen to another then back to you as she uses your hand to rub herself. You can feel the damp heat even through her jeans, she's that aroused. Even as she's using you, she's pressing, rubbing your most intimate area, and your cheeks blush as you realize that your body is responding to her touch. You can't tear your eyes of Erika's, as they dilate a little further, and she starts to bite her lower lip, muttering "Bitch, Cunt, Slut, that's good, just there, that's a good Cunt. Make Erika cum, you whore" She starts to seriously thrust her hips up to meet your trapped hand, desperately frigging her pussy against your unwilling fingers. But there is something about her arousal, about the state she's in that's exciting, even erotic. The knowledge that she's getting off on your hand is confusing you. Your mind wants out of this trap that she's set for you, but your body is betraying you, it's getting turned on by her touch. "That's right Slut, you cum for Erika" she moans as her hips buck strongly against your hand, and with a guttural "uurrrrgghhhhh" you can feel a spreading dampness between her thighs as she cums, and cums hard. Even though Erika is spent, and totally out of it, due to the strength of her orgasm, she never releases her grip on your hand. It's trapped there clamped tightly by her hand and thighs. Eventually she releases you, and on shaky legs gets up and moves across to her dresser. You can only watch, numbly, as she opens the top drawer, and takes out something, something small, dark and flexible. Erika slowly walks back to you, and leans forward, letting you get a flash of her breasts as her top gapes open. You tear your eyes away and see that she's got a cheap, trashy bit of bling in her hand. Her hands slowly close around your neck, and you feel her fitting a collar around your neck. It's soft, made out of fake velvet, the sort of cheap accessory that you see on all the stalls outside the clubs. "There, done," Erika says in a smug voice, and she pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the mirror. Around your neck is a black, cheap piece of bling, nothing too terrible, apart from the word SLUT picked out in cheap rhinestone. Before you can raise your hands to tear it from your neck, she deftly knocks them aside, and says "Oh, No, you don't!" And with that she reaches into her pocket and produces a shiny, new padlock which is quickly fitted to your collar. You're in shock; you can't possibly wear this, this terrible label, even though you could possibly pass it off as a joke. Acquiring a Slut Ch. 02 You're not sure how you made it back to your room, but finally you close the door behind you, and collapse onto your bed. Emotionally, you're totally spent, these past couple of hours have been tough on you, and your head is spinning with from all that's happened. You're lying on your bed, trying to get comfortable, trying to make sense of the day's events, when you become aware of the press of the padlock on your neck. Yet another reminder of Erika's new found control over you. As your mind replays the videos, the way both Jason and Erika combined to take your mouth's virginity, you're amazed to find your nipples hardening, and your pussy getting wet. "This can't be right," you're thinking, "Why is this turning me on?" Even as your hands, seemingly of their own accord, reach up and cup your breasts, the thumbs flicking over your by now rock hard nipples. The feel of your top as you stroke you nipples sends fresh waves through you, and you can feel the need to cum and cum building deep within you. You pull your top up, and pull your bra down, freeing your nipples, two little dark rocks, sitting painfully hard on top of your breasts. The feel as you drag your fingernails over them makes you cry out, the touch is so intense. You can't stop yourself imagining what Erika's hands would be doing, what they'd feel like playing with you, teasing you. You recall the feel of her fingers as they rubbed your clit through the jeans. In your mind you're replaying it all, the shame, the rape, the way Erika so slickly took over, and yet you're turned on, and in fact getting even more so. Quickly, you kick off your jeans, and almost rip your panties from you, in your eagerness to make it. You need to cum, you need to make it now! One hand darts down, softly running through your bush, before settling on your clit. You know that just a couple of flicks would be enough, but you try to prolong the feeling, letting your nails flick over the tip of your hard little clit. You're playing with the hood, flicking it over your clit. Naturally you spread you legs, wide, wider, so wise you can feel the strain in your hips, "Fuck! That feels good" you tell yourself as you give your nipple a little pinch. You're thrusting your hips up, trying to make your touch hard enough to cum, but you keep withdrawing your fingers at the right moment, dragging this teasing out. Finally, you get it slightly wrong, and you feel your fingernails catch your hard clit, hard and long enough to trigger your orgasm. Pinching your nipple hard, you're cumming, and cumming, shaking on the bed as you orgasm hard. After, totally spent, you start to drift off into well deserved sleep, you find your eyes watering, tears slowly starting run down your cheeks. "Why is this turning me on, why do I like this, why do I want to see what Erika and Jason have in store tomorrow?" are just some of the questions that run around your head as you drift off to sleep. The morning arrives all too quickly, and you don't feel refreshed at all. All night you've tossed and turned, unable to settle, wondering what the new day was going to bring. You find yourself in front of Erika's door, a little early, as you don't want to keep her waiting, those videos of yours would be so demeaning if they ever go out, and you can't stand the idea of the rest of your friends, or even worse, your parents seeing how you've behaved. You wait until it's exactly 9am and knock, softly, hoping that Erika is out, or that she's changed her mind, or maybe, just maybe she'll tell you that this is all a practical joke, that Jason was just a little shy to approach you and ask you out. All these thoughts flee from your mind when you see the look on Erika's face. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pressed tightly together. She reaches out and digs her thumb and forefinger into your cheeks, shocking you by her strength and anger. You reach up to try to release Erika's grip and she uses her other hand to slap yours away. "Put your hands down, slut!" she hisses and you obey. "Don't ever hide those beautiful earrings that we gave you. If I ever see your hair in anything but a ponytail or pigtails, you will be sorry. Do I make myself clear, slut?" "Y-yes," you manage to stutter, with your cheeks painfully indented by her grip. Without releasing her grasp, Erika continues, "And from now on, no matter where, you will address me as Mistress. I own you, slut, unless you want your wanton behavior to become public knowledge. Do you understand, cunt?" You manage to squeeze out another "Yes," but immediately Erika increases the pressure and through clenched teeth, braces shining in the hallway lighting, says, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mistress." "That's better," and she releases your cheeks. You stand before her in total shock, dumbfounded by how your supposed best friend has become your worst nightmare. "Slut, this won't do!" Erika spits out looking you up and down, taking in your fresh t shirt and jeans. I told you we were going shopping, and you're not dressed for that!" she continues, and you look down, trying to work out what's wrong with your attire. She grabs you firmly by the wrist and pulls you down the hallway, back to your room, and you find yourself being dragged along like a naughty schoolgirl. With a snap of her fingers, you find yourself handing over your keys, and Erika lets herself into your room. She looks around and finds your wardrobe, quickly flicking through all your tops, skirt and dresses, muttering to herself, no, not suitable, and finally ahh, perfect. She turns to you and in a firm voice commands you to strip. Your fingers leap to obey as your mind tries to stop them. But one look at her face is enough to make you step out of your jeans, and remove your top. "All, slut," Erika says, tapping her phone as you stand there in your bra and panties, and you reluctantly remove the offending articles. Naked, under her hard gaze, you can't meet her eyes, so you lower them, bowing your head to try and hide the shame you're feeling. You're all too aware of your nakedness, and you're relieved when Erika throws you a dress. It's not what you'd have chosen, a yellow lightweight summer dress, but it's obvious from Erika's demeanor that it's all you're going to get. Quickly, you slip it on over your head, and let it settle. The feel of your nipples as they catch on the material, makes them spring to life, clearly visible through the thin material. Erika is rummaging through your shoes and hands you the sandals with the 3-inch heels. "We will have to get some appropriate shoes soon," she adds and you slip on the sandals, wondering worriedly what she means by more appropriate shoes. "Get a scrunchy and make sure your earrings show," and you quickly obey, embarrassed to think that everyone will see the handcuffs hanging from one lobe and a padlock from the other! Clicking her fingers, Erika leads you out of your room, and you find yourself following, shamed by her immediate control over you. The feel of the dress as it rubs your all too visible nipples, the SLUT collar, and the knowledge that underneath you're naked is almost too much. All you can think of as you follow Erika is "What if I get run over, what would people say?" Erika pauses at the door, and looks you straight in the eye, before saying "You'll follow me, two paces behind, and on my left side, and one last thing, if I look back and you're not there, then I'll just have to send a certain video to all my contacts." And with that she turns and starts to walk away, not bothering to even glance back to see if you're following. You hurry to catch up, trying to stay exactly as she said, your mind recoiling with the horror of the explicit threat. You know that you both share a lot of the same friends, and she's even got your parents numbers. You'd given them to her a long time ago, as a "just in case", and now your kindness was being repaid, but not in the way you expected. As you walked down the long hall corridors, you keep your eyes firmly on Erika's back, trying to anticipate her movements. After a little while you realize that she's giving you signals with her left hand, just before she turns she'll indicate left or right with a subtle point of her index finger, or point upwards to indicate a halt. It's only when you reach her car, so you remember where you've seen similar signaling, and your face flushes with the shame of realizing that Erika is using dog training signals to indicate what you're to do. The wind briefly catches the lightweight material of your dress and for one moment, the hem is lifted Monroe style, revealing your nakedness. Erika just smiles, and tells you that there'll be plenty of time for you to show off later. The actual car ride is completed in complete silence. Erika, from time to time glances at you, but otherwise there's no contact. The way she does look at you sends shivers through you, and your mind is trying to make sense of it all. On the one hand, she's treating you like property, or a pet, blackmailing you into who knows what, and you should be fighting this treatment, fighting to regain your dignity. But somehow you are not able to build up the nerve to tell her, "Enough!" The pictures she has of you make all the difference. You would do anything to prevent your parents from seeing those pictures! You decide to go obey a little longer, and try to find a way out of this mess. But you all admit to yourself that you've never felt so alive, so turned on, your erect nipples poking tents in your dress attest to that. Just recalling the walk, the way she instructed you has your pussy squirming, starting your juices to flow. You know this is wrong, but you cannot stop the way your body is reacting. All too soon, Erika announces that she's arrived, and you pull up outside a beauty salon. Erika indicates for you to follow, and as the valet drives the car away, you follow her into the salon. Erika walks firmly and confidently up to the receptionist and informs her that their 11 o'clock appointment is ready, and the receptionist tells her that everything's ready, and if she'd be so kind as to follow the attendant, they could begin. Again you find yourself following, all too aware that you can just about see the dark circles of your aureole through the top of the dress, but so far no one is paying any special attention. You're led through to a beauty therapist's room at he rear of the salon, and you find yourself waiting behind Erika as she talks to the therapist. They're talking calmly, quietly, and you have to strain to catch what's being spoken. The fact that Erika has something going on worries you as you're learning not to trust her attentions at all. Eventually they're finished, and Erika turns to you and tells you to strip, waving away the offered robe that the assistant proffers. You hesitate, your skin flushing with the idea of being naked, here, in front of a stranger, but when Erika pulls her phone from her bag, and opens it, you quickly pull your dress off over your head. You can't look at either of them, the shame of being naked in front of a stranger is too ingrained, and you find that you're crossing one arm across your breasts trying to hide them, as your other cups your sex, hiding it from view. Even as you're doing this, you can feel that your nipples are still rock hard, and they're actually poking into your arm, and your other hand can feel the heat that's been slowly building within your sex. For one mad moment, you wonder what it would be like to just let one finger slip inside your partially open lips and give yourself a quick touch on your hard little clit. The snap of Erika's fingers brings you back to the moment, and you silently thank her for saving you from making a huge mistake, but your thanks is short lived as she says to you "Stand properly! Not like a scared child," and you find that you're automatically responding to the commanding tone of her voice. Your shoulders square and your arms drop to your sides, but you cannot bring yourself to raise your head, it's much easier to look at the floor than into Erika's eyes. The therapist gently indicates that you should lie on the table, and she provides a pillow for your head. As she turns to the table, Erika leans in close to your ear, close enough to feel her sweet breath tease your earlobes "Today girl, you're going loose all those nasty pubes, you're going to be as smooth as the day you were born." You can't help it, though you try, but you feel your eyes fill with tears, blurring your vision, you're very proud of your "bush." You know it looks good, it frames your pussy beautifully, and you've trimmed, shaped, and looked after it ever since the first hair grew there, and now, Erika wants it gone, just like that. "Please, no," you quietly protest. Erika's reaction is shocking. She slaps you across the left cheek, your head jerking to the side. "Not one more word, slave, or I will gag you and strap you to the table. Now get up there." You feel your tears spill over your burning cheek, knowing that you'll let her take your pussy hair away, you won't stop her, the consequences of resisting are just too terrible. As the therapist applies the first heated waxen strip, gently and deftly pressing, molding it to your shape, you feel Erika move closer, and you shiver when you feel her tongue dart out, and lick the tears from your face. The sheer intimacy of the moment confuses you, and distracts you as the first strip is pulled off, giving you a momentary jolt of pain as the first part of your bush is removed. You risk a glance at Erika, and even though your vision is blurred you can tell that she's enjoying this. Each time her pert, tiny tongue touches your skin, you shiver with the intimacy of the touch. The professional way the therapist is removing your pride and joy, revealing a slightly red and puffy pair of labia is combining with Erika's skillful touch, and you're horrified to realize that your humiliation is slowly changing, slowly morphing into arousal, an arousal like you've never felt before. As you moisten up, and your labia spread ever so slightly, to reveal the tip of your pink bud, the scent of your sex suddenly floods the room. You can feel the heat of Erika's smile as she breathes deeply, opening her mouth so she can even taste your scent, and you turn your head away in shame. You know that this shouldn't be sexy, arousing, but it is! The more you try to fight it, the more you can't help it. Finally to your relief, the therapist finishes with your pussy, and she holds up a mirror so that you can see the finished result. Your labia are slightly red, fresh from all the hairs being waxed off, but the puffiness is down to your arousal. You're surprised when you're instructed to roll over, onto your front, but you comply, quickly and quietly, all too aware of the hidden threat in Erika's bag. As you adjust to lying there on your front, you realize that there's a ridge in the towel, and it's pressing between your lower lips, tantalizing close to you're your hard clit. Erika again leans in and whispers to you "ALL your lower hair is going, ALL!" and you realize that even the tiny hairs between your cheeks are going to be removed. And with that, Erika takes your wrists in her hands, and places them on your ass cheeks, pressing them firmly into your tight butt. "Grip your ass, you cheap slut, and spread them" Erika sweetly whispers to you, and burying your head into the pillow, you do. You know it would do no good to protest. You're all too aware of the spectacle you're presenting to Erika and the therapist, naked, aroused, pussy opening and slowly leaking, you're gripping your ass, pulling it wide open, revealing your pink rose to their gaze. Even as you're spreading your ass, your hips are slowly grinding, trying to press your clit against the toweling, trying to frig yourself off. The humiliation of spreading yourself is too much and you're crying again, this time not from the shame, but from the need to cum, no matter how embarrassing this might be. Unfortunately for you, Erika notices your subtle movements, and with a quick slap to your derriere she says "Stop it slut, there'll be plenty of opportunities for you later" Reluctantly, you submit, not daring to test Erika's patience. The sting of the wax as it removes the last traces of your lower hair is almost too quick to notice, but the sharp jolt of pain almost triggers an orgasm "Please NO!" your mind is begging, "Please don't let me cum, not here, not now, it would be too embarrassing!" The therapist gathered up her supplies, and quietly made her way out, leaving you alone with Erika, which sends a chill through you. Your worst fears are realized when Erika leans in close, and forces two fingers into your mouth, and grips your cheek, fish hooking you. "Aww, shit" you cry out from the sudden pain as your lips are stretched, and you have to turn your head to lessen the pain. "Slut, pay attention" Erika calmly says, dangerously calm in fact. "The piercer is due to arrive, and you don't know what you want yet." "Want, I don't want any!" you think, but all you can manage is a choked, gurgling sound which Erika takes for agreement. With her free hand, she taps you're upper lip, just off centre, level with the corner of your mouth, "Here you want a Monroe," Erika informs you, before moving to the opposite side, and again taps your lower lip. "This is where you want your offset lip ring." With that she pulls your head to the side, so that you have to struggle onto your back, and she taps your navel, "Oh, yes, this too, a belly ring I think." With that she removes her fingers, and lets you sit up. "So slut, what do you want?" Erika asks, and for a moment, just for a brief moment, you've had enough. "I want out, I want to go back, and never see you again," you rant, "And I want my life back, you bitch" as you leap from the table, and grab your dress off the hanger. Even as your fingers close on the material, you hear the "beep" of a phone being opened, and you glace back over your shoulder to see Erika, rapidly scrolling through her phone menu. "Ahh, here we go, your mom and dad," Erika purrs, "I wonder what they'll make of their precious daughter giving blowjobs to a white guy. They'll never be able to show their faces in public again." "I can just imagine the shame you'll bring on them" Erika continues, "but no matter, you've made your mind up, and who am I to argue." You can see her thumb moving with what seems impossible slowness towards the send button, and your heart sinks. You realize that if they ever saw that video, they would be so shamed, so upset by your apparent behavior. You find you can't bring yourself to humiliate them like this. You make a sudden grab for the phone, the thought of smashing it and destroying it clearly in your mind. But the distance you have to cover is too great and Erika is both quicker and stronger. She swings her right foot in an arc towards you and connects with your stomach, jackknifing you in half and knocking out all your breath. It felt like you had hit a brick wall. As you try to get your breath, Erika reaches down and forces two fingers between your neck and the collar and jerks upward, causing your head to tilt awkwardly to the side. She has a malicious smile on her face and you hear her words, "Hello, Mrs. Kim? This is Erika, Janet's friend..." Realizing that only seconds separate you from complete humiliation and your family's disgrace, you reach up with your arms and grab onto Erika's arm. Pleadingly you whisper, your eyes begging for mercy. "Please Erika, Please M.. M.. Mistress," you cry, your voice choking, "Please don't send them, Please!" even as fresh tears run freely down your face, "Pleeeaaasssee!" you wail, your head spinning with the shame that's about to descend on your family. Acquiring a Slut Ch. 02 Erika pauses, giving you an appraising look, her face harsh and cold. "Hey, excuse me, just bumped into someone. Yes, I'm fine, Mrs. Kim, how about you?" Erika holds the phone away from her mouth and leans close to you, Menacingly she whispers, "Please what, slut?" she asks. Even as you snivel, trying to hold your voice steady, you bring one trembling hand up to your lip, "A lip ring, here" you barely get out, "and a M.. M.. Monroe." Erika brings the phone back to her mouth. "Yeah, well, I was just thinking of you and wanted to say Hi. I hope to see you the next time I get back home....I will, and I'll give her your best. I plan on seeing Janet in a short while. Okay, bye for now." She shut her phone and stuck it in the hip pocket of her jeans. Erika smiles, and with her free hands, reaches down to pat you on the head like a good pet, "That's almost perfect, slut, but you forgot the navel ring, and I think for being such a willing and disobedient slut, you should ask for hmmm 3, no make it 4 more earlobe piercings, to complete your new look." Beaten, you slowly climb back to your feet and sit back on the table. You're feeling numb, as Erika gently wipes your eyes, drying them. Her tenderness surprises you. Your emotions are on a roller coaster and you look almost lovingly into her eyes. Too soon the moment passes, and Erika stiffens, standing beside you. "Remember, slut," she hisses as the piercer enters the room, pushing a small cart, full of imposing looking instruments. He pauses a moment, taken aback by your nakedness, but Erika smoothly intervenes, "My cousin couldn't make up her mind on what she wanted, so she thought that to save time, she'd make herself available for whatever took her fancy." "Uh huh," the piercer muttered, unsure exactly what Erika meant. "You made your mind up Janet, or shall I send him away?" Erika asks, giving you a look that makes you shiver with the implied threat. By the time she turns back to the piercer, however, her demeanor is all sweetness and light. For a moment, you can't find your voice, and you're sitting there, open mouthed, trying to get the words out. Suddenly the damn bursts and you rush out, "A Monroe, a belly button ring, a lip ring, and another pair for my earlobes." With that done with, you glance up at Erika, and are relieved to see her give a slight nod, signaling her approval. He indicates for you to lie back, and you do, keeping your legs tightly pressed together, trying to hide your total lack of hair "down there." As he leans close, inspecting your navel, you see his nostril open slightly, and you feel your cheeks heat up with the realization that he's just caught a whiff or your earlier arousal. "Shit!" you think, even as you feel your pussy dampen again, "What's wrong with me? I'm starting to get off," and you turn your head away, trying to hide your shame. Erika doesn't stand for this though, and firmly grasps your ear between her fingers, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh, "You wouldn't want to miss this, after all it's why you dragged me down here," she remarks, almost offhandedly. "How dare she!" you mentally rant, not daring to actually speak out loud, the memory of that phone call all too recent. You don't want to push her, not at this moment. With an expert hand, he quickly swabs you navel, and making a mark with the pen, he takes out the forceps, briefly admiring them in the light, before pinching your skin. The pinch isn't that bad, and neither is the clamp as it firmly grips your flesh. The actual needle looks huge to your inexperienced eyes, and when he starts to pierce you for the first time, you can feel your skin resisting, denying the needle, but only for a moment. You can imagine the "pop" as the needle slips through your skin, before emerging the other side. Leaving it there, he takes out a new ring, all shiny, silver looking, and with deft hands, he replaces the needle with the ring. "If you'd pay attention," he drones on, "this is how you fit the captive ball, holding it closed" and almost before you know it, there's a ring, emerging from your navel. As you examine it, you realize that it actually looks quite nice, "Cool!" you think, forgetting for the moment that this wasn't your idea at all. The two lip piercings are totally different, there's still the swabbing, the clamp, but to get the needle through, he has to put his fingers into your mouth. As you feel his fingers, pulling and probing inside your mouth, stretching your lips, something shifts inside you, and you realize, with a dawning horror, that this is turning you on! As the fingers firmly grip your lower lip, pulling it out, you feel a flood of juices, pouring out of your pussy, and the faint smell of sex suddenly gets stronger. "Oh My God!, Oh My Fucking God!!" you mentally cry out, ashamed beyond words as you realize that your clit, trapped between your thighs is aching. "My clit, my poor clit, please touch it," you're crying out, hoping that you're managing to keep the cries to yourself. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Erika knows, that Erika fully understands that you're so turned on, and she cruelly says "Not long to wait, we can deal with your little problem, soon," and with that she blows you a kiss, ensuring that the piercer sees. "You bitch!" you think, knowing that he now thinks that you're a lesbian! Again the needle meets resistance, but again it defeats your skin, and then you've another ring, similar to your navel one, in the corner of your mouth. You can feel the steel against your lower teeth, and as your tongue experimentally plays with it, moving it around, you realize that this feels surprisingly sexy. You're almost eager when he does your Monroe, eagerly wondering what that'll feel like, and how he'll keep the tiny stud in place. When he's finished, you can feel the tiny butterfly, just like you'd use on a pair of earrings nestling against your upper gum. As you play with the butterfly, probing, spinning it around, you're thinking "Christ, this is so sexy!" The feel of steel in your mouth is turning you on, and you've no idea why! It just is. The additional ear piercings are almost an anti climax, just the thump of the piercing gun, and soon two little studs are adorning your ears, just behind your first pair. As he leaves you're still in a trance, the feel of the foreign intruders in your mouth has awakened feelings you never knew you had. You can't keep your mouth closed, nor your tongue still. Erika is still smiling as she reaches into her bag, and produces another rhinestone accessory for you. With a flourish, she briefly undoes your navel ring, slipping the rhinestone waist chain though. Adjusting it, so that it hangs from your hips properly, she proudly announces "This will set off your look, your NEW look," and you look down, trying to make sense of the upside down word that you see hanging from the chain. "That's right, slut, it's another reminder of who you are," Erika announces, her fingers playing with the four dangling letters that spell out SLUT! You're relieved when Erika takes you straight back to your room, as this morning's excitement was just too much for you. You're still trying to adjust to the new you, the Asian slut with the facial piercings. You'd been playing with them all the way back, running your tongue over the restraining butterfly and ring, trying to understand why the feel of them is affecting you so strongly. You're standing in your doorway, waiting for Erika to leave you, when she again surprises you. With a deft, practiced move, she grabs your wrist in one hand, twisting it behind your back, whilst her other hand reaches into the back pocket of her jeans. "Stay still, slut!" she hisses into your ear, as her grip tightens, and you feel something cool close around your trapped wrist. "Erika, what!" you manage, before you hear a "Click!" and you realize that she's just handcuffed your hand. You desperately try to pull away, but the bite of the cuff against your wrist prevents too much movement, and all too soon Erika manages to grab your free arm, and cuffs that one too. You're standing there, hair wild, panting heavily from the brief struggle, hands held tightly behind your back. "Now that's better," Erika says, placing a hand between your breasts, slowly pushing you back into your room. "Now be a good little Asian slut, and wait here," she tells you as she closes the door, locking you into your room. "Damn! Fuck! Shit" you rant, shrugging your shoulders, wriggling your wrists, trying to get out of the cuffs before Erika returns. You don't want to acknowledge the heat between your thighs though, part of your mind is actually enjoying this helpless feeling, is reveling in the idea that you've no idea what's going to happen next. Your hands, trapped as they are, prevent you from doing pretty much of anything, you've tried backing up to your door, and even though you can reach the handle, all you manage to prove is that Erika really DID lock the door, trapping you in your room. Beaten, you're sitting on your bed, wondering what's going to happen next as Erika returns, a big grin on her face. "That's a good slut, waiting for you betters," she announces as she closes the door behind her. Your eyes are drawn, not to Erika, but to the gym bag she's carrying, wondering what evils to torment you with she's got hidden within it. "Slut, you need a lot more training if you're ever going to be good at giving head," Erika comments, as she rummages in the bag. With a flourish, she produces, you're not exactly sure what it is. All you notice is that it's some sort of ring, with straps coming off it, nothing you've come across before. Erika notices your frown of concentration, and tells you, "it's called a ring gag, slut, it's got many uses, but the one we're interested in is teaching you to give proper deep throat" "Deep throat?" you ask, your mouth suddenly dry, not liking the sound of that. "Don't be silly, slut, you know what that is, don't you?" asks Erika, and when she sees that you're none the wiser, she smiles, broadly, "Oh, I'm going to enjoy teaching you" Erika quickly closes the distance between you, and firmly grabs your jaw, driving her fingers into your cheeks, making you open wide. "Unngh!" you try to say, "Errgggka! Hhhhsop" is almost totally unintelligible. With her other hand, Erika presses the ring into your mouth, and you're surprised to feel soft leather against your lips, not the cold steel you expected. Forcing your mouth open, even wider, stretching your jaw muscles, she wriggles the ring around a little, forcing it behind your upper and lower teeth. Once there, you realize that not only can you not close your mouth, but you can't really talk properly, you sound like you're a silly Asian fresh of the boat! Erika deftly buckles up the straps behind your head, pulling the ring tighter into your mouth, stretching your lips tightly over it. Your tongue is probing, exploring, feeling the leather soak up your drool. With a dawning horror you realize that having this strange object in your mouth is making it water, copiously, but with your mouth held open, and your lips pulled back, you can't really swallow. Erika notices your distress, and smiles, "That's the other use, it makes you drool, such a slutty look don't you think? she asks. "Can't you feel your saliva escaping over that perfect lower lip, dripping down your chin?" she comments. "The absolutely perfect look for a silly Asian slut like you" Erika guides you to your feet and pushes you towards your mirror, letting you see what Erika sees. You stare at the mirror, unable to take your eyes from your image. Your shoulders are pulled back by the cuffs, thrusting your small but shapely breasts forward, your dark nipples clearly visible through your yellow dress. Your mouth is open, the leather almost black with the absorbed saliva, and as you watch a thick string escapes your mouth and you watch, rapt, as it slowly slides down your chin, before pooling there. You let out a sob, a heartbreaking sob, as the pool of drool grows, before slowly dripping off your chin, and dropping onto your top. For a moment your chin and top are connected by the thick rope of drool. "What a slut!" you think, unable to stop watching as yet more saliva escapes over your quivering lower lip. Erika takes full advantage of your distracted state, and simultaneously grabs your yellow dress by the neckline whilst pushing you backwards, firmly towards your bed. "RRrrrrriiiiiiipppp!" and you fall back onto the bed, leaving Erika holding what's left of your dress, "Easy, wasn't it slut," Erika comments almost casually. "It seems that being naked is really your natural state" You shake your head to clear it, and are aghast when you spot a ribbon of saliva spray out of your open mouth. "Eeerrrikka" you try to mouth, trying to desperately get her to stop, but to your own ears you're speaking gibberish. Leaving you there, she opens her gym bag and quickly removes two coils of black rope, deftly folding them into her hand, she places them beside the bed. "Time to get ready, slut," Erika calmly informs you, before flipping you onto your front, so that your head is buried into your quilt. "Ooooofffff!" you let out as you feel Erika straddle you, her thighs pressing your handcuffed arms into your back, as her knees grip you around the waist. The addition of her weight on your back is driving your head into the bed, making it hard to breath. You just about manage to turn your head, disgusted as you feel your drool puddle in your mouth before slowly escaping through your open mouth. You feel her weight shift slightly as she picks up one of the lengths of rope, and you hear her ask "Give me your left leg, slut," and for a moment you think about resisting her, but you realize that in this position, effective resistance is probably futile. Slowly, you raise your left leg, "Good slut!" Erika comments, and you feel the smooth silky feel of the rope as it's tied around your ankle. You're surprised when she continues the rope around your thigh as well, before cinching it tight. As she tightens the rope, you feel your ankle being forced against your ass, your calf pressed against your thigh. "How does that feel?" Erika suddenly asks, sliding her fingers between your ankle and ass, checking to make sure that she's not cutting off your circulation too much. When she asks for your right leg, you comply, already realizing that you're totally at her mercy, that you no longer have any way of fighting back. It's at this moment that you make an astonishing realization, that the firmer, the tighter the ropes get, the more helpless you feel, the more aroused you feel. You can feel your clit throbbing against the quilt, and the heat of Erika's ass as it pins you in place, and it's a wonderful feeling. You're surprised when Erika leaps off you, and leans over, sliding her arms under your torso, one under your breasts, the other under your hips. Erika lets out a "uunngghh" as she lifts you, "slut, you'd best loose a couple of pounds if I'm going to do this regularly," she grunts out, before gently placing you on the floor. You wriggle round, experimenting with your reduced movement, and you realize that you're almost totally helpless. You can open and close your legs, but that's the limit of your movement. You can't stand, wriggle or do anything apart from lie there awaiting Erika's next move. Her next move actually takes you by surprise, as she undoes your scrunchy, and starts to deftly weave your hair into a perfect ponytail. You can feel her weaving something that feels like a ribbon, but isn't into your hair, and you grunt to attract Erika's attention. "There, there, slut, I'm weaving a couple of strips of rawhide into your hair," Erika informs you, in response to your noise. "You'll find out in a moment why." Your mind starts racing, "what possible use would that be?" you ponder, trying to make sense of Erika's comments. Your eyes widen in shock when Erika returns from her bag, a large steel hook in hand. There's a loop at the end of the shank, obviously for tying it to something, and instead of barbs, there's a round, bulbous end. "This is called an ass hook, slut," Erika tells you with a gleam in her eye as she continues "This end," tapping the round part, "goes into your ass, and then the rawhide strips are tied to the other, pulls your head into the perfect position for cocksucking!" Your mind reels with this news, you're not sure which is worse, taking some guys cock into your ring gagged mouth, or having that steel intruder invade your ass. Frantically, all thoughts of being aroused feeling like ghosts in the mist, you try to escape, but the best you can manage is getting to your knees, your head still resting on the ground. You can see Erika watching, calmly, waiting for you to spend your energy, a smile on her lips. "Finished?" she asks. Numbly, you try to nod, the impossibility of escape weighing heavily on you. "Because this is your first time, I'll be gentle and use plenty of lube," Erika comments as she squeezes what looks like way too much glistening lube over the round end. No matter how you struggle, it soon becomes clear to you that you're not going to escape taking this hook in your ass. "It helps if you push against it," Erika tells you, being surprisingly helpful. You accept her knowledge in these matters, and you press back, feeling your ass slowly give way against the relentless steel invader. There's a moment when you think you'll win against Erika, your rosebud fighting against the steel, but you feel your ass slowly open, stretching wide, impossibly wide you think, before the ball passes deep into you, and your ass closes are around the shaft. Erika gives you a moment to adjust, and as you experimentally move your ass and thighs around, you can feel the intruder pressing against your pussy. Just being given this moment to adjust is all you need, and as you learn to accept the steel, you can feel your heat building up again. Lying there, arms handcuffed behind your back, legs folded and tied tight, and the steel hook in your ass, all combine into the most sensual erotic feeling. Your mind is trying to work out why being helpless at Erika's mercy is so arousing. "Why am I so turned on?" you're mentally asking, "What's wrong with me?" You're distracted from your deliberations as you feel your head being pulled back, your neck stretching, trying to get comfortable as Erika tightens the rawhide. You can feel the hook being driven in deeper, before snugly fitting between your cheeks, lying snugly against your coccyx. Your head is stretched so that you can only really look straight ahead, and it's almost impossible to turn it from side to side. By now you're almost getting used to the feel of your drool escaping, puddling on the floor in front of your open mouth. Erika then releases your hands from the cuffs, and you take a moment to stretch them out, knowing in your heart that she has more in store. You're right as Erika fetches two more lengths of rope, and with expert hands, she does the same to your arms as she did to your legs. She's left you with your wrists tied tightly to your shoulders, your arms folded tight. With a guiding hand, Erika lifts you, "Up we go, slut," and gets you to your elbows and knees. There's the almost expected "Click" as she takes another couple of photos, before bending over, showing you them on her phone. You look like some strange animal, on all fours, your limbs unnaturally short. Your head is staring straight ahead, and there's a string of drool dripping from your bottom lip. Acquiring a Slut Ch. 02 As your eyes take in this image of you, there's a searing heat between your legs, and you want to be touched, you "need" a hand, a finger, hell a fingernail on your clit. You just know that if you'd only were able, you'd have the cum of a lifetime. As you adjust to your weight on fours, Erika briefly disappears from your view, leaving you lost in your thoughts "Why am I turned on? What does this make me? Am I really a slut? How did she know?" Even as these thoughts drive you crazy, you can feel the slow throb between your thighs, and your pussy juices slowly escape, coating first your thighs, before slowly dripping down your legs. Even as you become aware of your escaping juices, all you can manage to think is ,"Shit, I'm leaking from both ends now!" You're suddenly startled when you feel Erika's hand on your taught hair, and she guides you forward. It's difficult to walk like this, but you soon get the measure of walking like a pet beside her. Erika guides you over to your chair, and sits in it, facing you. "Whaaa" you manage to get out, noticing for the first time what she's been up to. Erika has a harness around her waist, jet black leather against the pale blue of her jeans. But that's not what's got your attention; it's the fake cock that's attached to the harness. It looks like Erika has suddenly grown a dick. "That's right slut, it's called a strap-on, or a dildo harnesss" Erika tells you, "it's time for your first lesson!" and with that she leans forward, grabs hold of the back of your head, and pulls you forward, onto it. No matter how you try to close your mouth, the ring gag stops you, and your lips can't close the distance either. Your brief moment of hope is dashed when the strap-on slides over your lips and through the ring. Erika guides your movement, gently guiding your head back and forth, sliding the dildo deeper and deeper into your mouth, fucking you like she was a guy. The rhythmic movements, the feel of the fake cock as it slides over your fresh tongue piercing and the sheer helplessness of it all has your nerves crying out. You've never felt so ashamed, so humiliated, but OMG so turned on. It feels like every nerve in your body is on fire, and the steady, heavy throb of your clit is driving you crazy. "If only Erika would touch me, I'd cum a ton!" you think. Erika slowly face fucks your mouth, skillfully guiding your head into a steady rhythm. The fake cock fills your mouth, the saliva slick strap-on almost effortlessly gliding in and out of your mouth. In one continuous movement, Erika pulls you tight against her, driving the dildo deep into your mouth. You can feel it press against the back of your throat, and you start to gag, making muffled "ggaahh" sounds. Erika briefly relents, before driving it deep again, "You'd best learn soon, slut, men really love a slut who can do this properly." As she uses your mouth, trains you, you find that you're getting lost in the conflicting emotions running through you. You're turned on as never before, but also shamed by the simple way she's using you. You're not really paying attention to Erika and her movements when a small part of your mind notices, almost abstractedly as she takes out her phone, and dials. "Your newest acquisition is ready, Sir." Acquiring a Slut With a final swat on your backside, Erika rushes you out of her room, and into the corridor, her final words ringing in your ears "Be here, 9am tomorrow, we're going shopping."