8 comments/ 114034 views/ 48 favorites A Change in Station Ch. 01 By: likewonderland If you don't like humiliation and degradation, you might be offended by this! All characters are over the age of 18. ***** I was so very bored. This place had everything I could ask for - my family had money, and could send me to the finest schools. They sent me to horseback riding lessons and tennis lessons, set me up with hair and spa appointments to ensure that I was both physically fit and aesthetically pleasing. I had been so happy for so much of my adolescence, but now, eighteen and about to graduate high school, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. I needed something to shake up this life of privilege I'd led for my entire existence, but it couldn't be TOO far off the beaten path. All in all, I liked my safe life, where no one could harm me and in fact, I was worry free. I just wanted something a little different, without sacrificing my status as the little princess of my tiny town. I decided to travel. Nowhere strange or exotic, I'd just go to France - I'd been, of course, a few years ago, but not on my own. My mother wouldn't allow it when I made the suggestion - she insisted that my maid, Molly, accompany me, for she didn't trust me out in the world on my own. I grimaced. Molly was a few years older than I, and I knew she resented having to do whatever I said. I hated her attitude, because while it was very subtle, I could tell she didn't like me. EVERYONE liked me - I didn't understand what I did to make her feel this way. Didn't she know that it was her JOB to follow my orders? In any case, I took her reaction to me personally, and every since my mother made it very clear that she wasn't planning on firing another member of the help (I was very picky about the people in my home, which I never felt to be a fault), I'd made it my mission to make Molly's work life a living hell, mostly in hopes that she would quit of her own accord. As of yet, she hadn't, probably because my mother had offered her so much money to continue working for our family. This infuriated me even further, so I escalated.I made messes on purpose; I invited my friends over to drink wine, which would inevitably be spilled onto the carpet (and take hours to properly clean); I'd have my friends (male and female) evaluate Molly's physical appearance in her presence, and force her to do humiliating things while other people were around. One evening, particularly hateful of Molly's stubbornness and unwillingness to leave my home, I had my friends out to the pool, and informed Molly that she would need to serve us during my little party. I told her that for those hours, she'd be making double pay, but she'd need to do everything that I asked her to do without question, starting with her outfit. I handed her a maid's outfit much like her own, but it was definitely a little too small - her breasts spilled over the top, a little too much thigh was showing, and her apron was nothing but a lacy thing intended for decoration. She looked like a little French Maid whore. When my friends arrived, we took turns dropping silverware and asking Molly to pick it up, forcing her to bend over and give the boys a nice chance for a view at her ass. My friends reached out their hands to graze her body as she passed by, and took shots with chips and grapes to try and get them between her breasts. I could have sworn that as she refilled Jason's drink, he reached into her skirt and cupped her little pussy, because she froze as he held her there. "Jason, are you holding Molly still by her pussy?" I asked. "I am, and it's dripping wet. She's not even moving away, I think she's secretly hoping I'll get some fingers inside her." He finally let her go, and now as she glowed in humiliation and disbelief, it was time for one of my favorite torments: "What do you guys think of Molly's tits?" My best friend, Julia, knew this game well - "Ugh, they seem like big fat udders to me. Although I can't really tell because I can't see her nipples, I'm pretty sure they droop way down when they're not pushed together in her sluttly maid outfit. By the way, Molly, you're so desperate, wearing such a fucking whorish maid outfit to parade around in front of younger guys." Molly blushed with furious humiliation. She backed away and turned from us, and was clearly trying to keep from letting us see how upset she was. I caught Jason's eye, and he knew what I wanted from him; he whispered to our friend Mark, and the two of them got out of their chairs. I continued objectifying Molly as they walked over. "Yeah, she begged me to wear that little outfit. Told me she loves when everyone can see her fat tits spilling out of her top, and she loves to bend way over on purpose to give everyone a good look at her ass. I bet she would even show us her pussy if she could." SPLASH. The boys had pushed her into the pool. Shocked, cold, and thoroughly embarrassed, Molly scrambled to get out of the pool, but the boys kept pushing her back off the ledge and told her that she wasn't allowed out unless she let them pull her out. Refusing, she kept getting pushed back in, and finally she settled down - she was finally beginning to listen, so I upped the ante. "Molly, you may only come out of the pool if you agree to serve the rest of the party naked, wearing only a G-string." "Absolutely not! That's crazy, and this is illegal, what you're doing to me!" "Fine," I said. "But you won't be coming out of the pool all night. You can either come out of there and serve us, naked but dry, or you can stay in there and Jason and Mark will get in there with you, and who knows what they'll do to you underwater." Molly was frightened, and it was about time - I wanted to scare some sense into that disgusting woman. She finally stilled, and nodded her head slowly - she seemed to be in total disbelief of what she was about to do. The boys pulled her out of the pool, and I told them to do the honors. They peeled her maid's outfit off of her, and then took off her soaking wet bra. Her arms immediately flew to her chest, attempting to hide her breasts from view, but I gave her a new command: "Good idea, Molly, except I want you to hold your tits up and together. Present them to us for our approval." Mortified, eyes downcast, she did what she was told. She was wearing panties, too, which Jason pulled off of her legs. Prepared for this, I took out a piece of so-called underwear, which was essentially two bands - one to go around her waist, and another vertical band that would slip between her pussy lips and asshole, just enough to continuously remind her that she was on display. I gave them to Mark, who took his time securing the band nice and deep in her pussy while Jason felt her nipples and groped her enormous tits - she stood there in shock. I looked at her, and knew that I had her under my control. "Molly, you are now our entertainment for the evening. You will do anything any of us say. For starters, you will flick your nipples until they are nice and hard. If I look at you at any point throughout tonight and your nipples are not hard, you will regret it. Ready? Go!" Molly only stared at me, not moving. "Jason," I said, "Grab her!" He did so, and I had him lay her over my lap, holding her down by the legs as Mark held her arms. I began to wail down on her bare ass, smacking her over and over again until she screamed, her flesh bright red beneath my palms. "Do as I say you little slut, or worse things will happen to you than that! Remember, we live way up outside of town and my parents are away. If you don't start listening, I will personally bring you to the stables and tie you up there, naked, and leave you there as a fuck present for all the stable boys in the morning. And if that threat doesn't work, don't think I can't make you fuck a horse." This got her attention. She stood up and started flicking her nipples, arousing herself at my command. "Julia," I said, "is that wine bottle empty?" "No," she answered, "but this wine that cunt Molly picked out for us to drink is unbearable." Julia knew what I was thinking - I pulled Molly back over on my lap facing up, so that her spanked raw ass dug into my lap, and I forced her legs open. Pushing her torso down off my lap, I held onto her legs so that she was upside down, legs in the air, her fat, creamy tits spilling over her face. Julia ignored Molly's screams of protest, and eased the pouring end of the wine bottle into Molly's pussy, filling it with wine. I could actually see Molly's abdomen begin to expand a little as it took nearly a full bottle of wine into her pussy. I Molly whimpered and moaned at the combination of discomfort and arousal - and then I got an idea. "Molly, if you can stand up and keep all that wine from dripping out of your pussy, you can be done for the night and go inside. If not, you have to stay here, and Julia and I will fuck your whore pussy with wine bottles right here on the patio." We let Molly try to stand up, and she did so hunched over, attempting to contort her body to keep the wine inside. As I knew there would be, there was too much wine inside her, and despite Molly's best efforts it began spraying out of her - she looked like she was cumming everywhere! She twisted her face in disgust and humiliation as the four of us bowled over in laughter, overwhelmed by how ridiculous she looked. Between laughs, I finally managed to command Molly to come over to me and bend over, while grabbing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Julia and I took turns fucking her with wine bottles, as Mark and Jason held her down. She screamed, but it didn't matter - no one could hear her! We shoved one deep into her pussy, and let her finally get up so we could make her serve us our drinks without dropping it. Then I looked at her, and told her that I thought her asshole was missing something. "No, please, Miss Anne! Don't, please I am begging you, I will do anything you ask me to, anything, please don't fuck my ass with a wine bottle!" I grinned. I could see Mark's cock straining against his shorts, and looked to see that Jason's was as well. "Fine," I said, "pick which of the boys' cocks goes in your mouth, and which goes in your pussy." "What? No, please, ma'am, please!" She dropped to her knees, begging me. Julia came up behind her and started pinching her tits, pulling her nipples out until she screamed in agony. "OKAY!" she screamed, "OKAY I PICK JASON FOR MY MOUTH AND MARK FOR MY PUSSY." The boys high-fived and whipped out their cocks. Jason grabbed Molly's face, shoving his already throbbing member into her mouth, and then telling her "Bitch, you do the work, I'm not going to fuck your face. You better savor my cock, and act like you love it." As she began to slobber over his cock. Julia continued playing with Molly's nipples, keeping them hard - Molly had no choice but to stay horny. Mark lined up his cock, even bigger than Jason's, and thrust it deep into Molly's pussy, and in spite of herself she began to moan. I wanted her to cum - I knew how much worse it would be for her if she did. Jason was ready to cum in no time - the whole situation was turning him on too much to resist - so he came all over Molly's face and in her hair. Julia rubbed the semen into Molly's face, working it deep into her roots, before giving her another command. "Hey, fuckwhore, you're gonna eat my pussy, too, or I'm going to smack your tits till they bleed and then walk you through the streets, letting any stranger who would actually dare to fuck you rub his cock all over your mouth." Julia and Mark flipped Molly over, so that she was now on her back. Mark kept fucking her pussy, and Julia straddled her face. I was videotaping the whole thing on my phone. Finally, Mark and Julia both came, and when Julia pulled her pussy from Molly's face, we discovered that Molly was screaming for more, unable to help her wild desires: "PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE." But Mark pulled out and came all over Molly's tits, and I kept taping. Julia began to revel in the excitement, fueled by her post-orgasm lust. "Molly, I think you're dying to cum. And I think you need to earn it." She bent over, and spread her ass cheeks wide open. "Molly, get over here and devour my asshole." Mark and Jason smacked the lustful, humiliated girl's ass, forcing her to crawl like a dog to the chair where Julia was bent over. They shoved her face in between Julia's ass cheeks, where her puckered asshole peeked out. Molly grimaced horribly, and attempted to avoid the dirty hole with her tongue, but Mark and Jason began slapping her nipples over and over again until she finally complied. Soon she was licking Molly's ass, swirling her tongue around and tongue-fucking Julia's little hole. Finally, Julia reached back and pulled Molly's face back, and I told Jason and Mark to begin sucking on Molly's nipples. The sensation was overwhelming her, and despite her deep humiliation, Molly couldn't contain herself. I knew that she was getting desperate. "Molly, what do you want?" "I want to cum." "Tell us what you are, and then we'll see about making you cum." "I'm a slut." "No, Molly, tell us what you are." "I'm a dirty little slut, okay? I'm a fuckdoll, a nothing, I'm just a bunch of holes to be used for fucking, I'm your pet cock hungry whore and I will do anything to cum." "Good, I'm glad the camera knows." I pulled a vibrator from my bag and told Molly to lean back and keep talking. "I need cock! I need to cum! I love having cocks fill my holes, and I live only to have my dirty pussy filled with cum!" I got an idea - "Molly, I will let you cum with this vibrator, but you have to let Jason fuck your little asshole first. Beg him to fuck your asshole, and then you can cum" "Oh, JASON!" she screamed, "FUCK MY TINY ASSHOLE! MY ASSHOLE NEEDS TO BELONG TO YOU!" I handed her the vibrator, still recording as she pressed it to her clit, as Jason, already hard again, flipped her onto all fours and began pumping into her asshole. She screamed in pain, but quickly forgot her pain as she cascaded into oblivion, pressing the vibrator into her pussy and yelling at the top of her lungs, telling us what a whore she was. She came, squirting her juices everywhere, and Jason released his seed deep into her asshole. He held her gaping hole apart, so I could get a good shot of the cum dripping out, and I got a final shot of her thanking me for letting her be a disgusting tramp, looking directly into the camera. Finally, leaving the other three to watch her as I went inside, I got my computer and uploaded the video, posting it on an anonymous YouTube channel. Julia dragged Molly in by the hair, and I threw a towel down for her to lay on. I opened the video, making it obvious to Molly that her face was now fully visible on an internet video in which she clearly begged for cock - and we made her play with her pussy while she watched. "Molly," I said, smiling at her, I'm glad you're such a stubborn twat that you've refused to quit. I think we're going to have to make you a live-in servant." My plan had worked perfectly. Now, this bitch would either quit, and I'd never have to see her face again, or she'd stay, and be perfectly obedient to everything I said - and provide plenty of entertainment. A Change in Station Ch. 02 **This story contains themes of humiliation, degradation and domination. It's fantasy. If these things offend you, please skip this! All characters are over the age of 18. It's best to read Ch. 01 first!** She didn't quit - maybe she was afraid of what my family was capable of, which made sense, since my family ruled this town. Maybe she was such a slut that she actually liked what my friends and I made her do, which would take some of the fun out of it for me - I'd have to think of new ways to make her miserable. At first I'd just been doing it in an attempt to get Molly out of my life, but now I had this taste for power that felt incredible. However, the plan had backfired in one significant way: now I had to take Molly with me to Europe. It would be harder to control her outside of the structure of my own home, but I hoped at this point that she was so used to listening to me that she'd continue to be obedient. Maybe I'd even have some fun with her in France, using her for my amusement. Molly made all of the arrangements for my trip, and I told her I'd even let her fly First Class with me, which she should have been grateful for. She told me she had us all set up in a small condominium outside of Paris, and that she'd even found some attractions and events for us to attend while there. A few weeks later, Molly was loading our things into the car, preparing to drive to the airport. I was making her wear very short, black shorts on the plane, which wedged between her ass cheeks and were tight enough that her pussy lips were clearly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric. I wouldn't let her wear underwear, and told her that she could wear either a bra OR a shirt that I picked out for her - she opted for the shirt. I gave her one that I'd found in a store downtown when shopping with my friend Bridget. It was clearly a skanky store, but I insisted on picking up one little item for my maid. It was perfect - the gauzy material was sheer, and clung to Molly's nipples, leaving little to the imagination. It left some mid-drift at her stomach, and if she bent over it would fall from her chest and give any onlookers a full view of her tits. Across the front, it read Little French Maid - it was trimmed in white faux lace. I made her wear clear plastic heels, making her look like a stripper, and they were very cheap, so I knew that they'd start hurting her feet immediately. Her hair was done in pigtails, and I'd done her makeup like a cheap, back alley whore - she looked like such trash. I decided that her outfit would do well to keep her in line. Otherwise, I might threaten to leave her alone in France, dressed like she was begging to give every passing Pierre a blowjob. She wobbled in her shoes as she loaded suitcases into the car. My mother looked on, seeming concerned, but didn't say anything. The way Molly was forced to walk in the heels was wonderful, because it prevented her from doing anything quickly or with grace, and drained her of any dignity she might've somehow held onto. Finally, I got into the back of the car wearing a cute floor length cotton dress and sporting my favorite Prada bag, and ordered Molly to come pick up the lipstick I'd dropped on purpose; I'd seen our cook come out of the house to see me off, and knowing that he was constantly making a pass at Molly, I thought I'd humiliate her one last time before we took off for the airport. "Molly, bend down and pick up my lipstick. If you bend your knees, I'll make you fly the whole way to Paris with my vibrator up your asshole." She bent down, eyes cast away, but I kicked the lipstick just below the car, and told her to crawl. She had no choice but to get down on all fours, and stick her ass in the air as she searched for my makeup. I motioned for the chef to come over, noticing that his eyes were glued to Molly's ass. "Chef, could you ask my mother to go upstairs for a minute? Think of any excuse you like, then come back once she's gone." He did so, and although I'm sure Molly had found my lipstick by now, I kept one foot on the small of her back, keeping her from moving, her head still beneath the car. I pushed down, forcing her to stick her ass further in the air. "Don't move, whore." Chef returned, and smiled at me as he saw Molly's ass on display, her pussy barely hidden by the strip of fabric at her crotch. "Chef, Molly would like you to make sure that her shorts are slutty enough for you. I know that she avoids you, but it's because she's scared of how wet you make her little pussy. Is enough of her ass showing?" Chef pushed her shorts up even more, cutting into her pussy and displaying nearly all of her ass. "I don't think so," he said, "I think I need to see a little more." Looking around, I saw that several of the members of our stable staff were a few feet away - they must have seen Molly, too. I called them over and told them that if any of them had phones, they could take pictures and videos of Molly. As the maid remained bent over, ass up, with the Chef gripping her ass cheeks, I forced her to listen to me tell the stable boys even more: "You know, when I get back from France Molly here might need to be reminded of her place. How about once a week I tie her up in the stables, and while you all work you can do whatever you want with her? She's dying to give you all a chance to try her pussy. I'd let you try now, but she doesn't deserve to get everything she wants. Besides, she wants Chef most of all - she masturbates thinking about him." He felt around, groping her ass, reaching his hands beneath the minimal fabric to finger her pussy and asshole. "She's wet, I knew she wanted me this whole time." The stable boys took photos with camera phones, and were growing bulges in their jeans. "Yes, Chef, she asked me to dress her this way so she could please you. I can see that your penis is pushing hard against your pants - why don't you use her holes to fix that?" As I said this, I let Molly's head come out from under the car, only to fully expose her tits to Chef. He grabbed at them, and whipped his cock out. "Molly, ask Chef to cum in your whore cunt." Alarmed, but unsure at how she could refuse at this point, she looked at him, and with a quivering voice, she said "Chef, can you please cum in my whore cunt?" Without bothering to respond, Chef forced the tiny shorts down and began thrusting his cock in and out of Molly's pussy, covering her mouth as she screamed in pain from the brutal fucking. He was finished quickly, cumming deep into Molly's pussy. In disbelief, the stable boys continued to take pictures. She would have to sit in his cum for the entire ride to France, unless I decided to let her change, which was unlikely. "Okay, Cunt, get up off your knees, thank Chef for letting you feel his cock, thank the men for making such lovely memories, and get in the car to drive." She did as I said, her trashy makeup now smudged. I waved goodbye to my home, and sat in silence for the trip to the airport, not saying a word until we arrived. I handed Molly a tissue to clear up the smudges in her face, and then told her to deal with the baggage. She got plenty of looks from the other people at the airport, and some people even called out at her. Molly handled everything, and we went to wait to board our flight, where I made her sit on the floor on her carry on and massage my feet. Curious people were staring, so I made conversation with them. "Molly here is my maid and personal attendant. She is also quite a little slut, and loves to dress like it. She lives to serve me, and begs to dress like a whore so that everyone can see her body - all she thinks about is fucking! If you like, you can sneak a feel of her nipples - just don't let any of the airport security see you! Isn't that right, Molly?" Everyone within earshot stared at her. Her face was beet red, her hands still massaging my feet, her nipples straining against her shirt. "Yes, Ma'am, I would love to let everyone touch me." Her voice shook. The strangers around us were dumbfounded, but slowly came over and sat around Molly, whom I instructed to lean forward so that everyone could admire her fat tits. The strangers snuck hands into her shirt, and groped her breasts, tugging at her nipples. One of them noticed that she had a stain on her tiny shorts. "Oh," I said, "That's semen. Molly loves to have her pussy filled with cum, and she loves to keep it there, dripping out of her. She can't get enough cum in her little cunt, nor in her asshole and mouth." These strangers were starting to become very aroused. To the women, I said "Why don't we all take Molly to the bathroom? There's still another hour until our flight is ready to board." Molly got up and followed us, still wobbling in her five inch heels. We got her to the bathroom, and I told the six girls that were with us that they could knock themselves out - no limits - but first it was time to observe Molly's body in full, and punish her for being a whore. I ordered her to strip, and to get on her knees. She was clearly disgusted at being on her knees in this dirty bathroom, so I made it worst and had her get on all fours. "Molly, stick your ass as high in the air as you can and keep it there, and put your slutty face on the floor where it belongs." I told the girls to take turns spanking her. Before I knew it, Molly had a girl lined up at each of her ass cheeks, each of her tits, her pussy and the one turned-up cheek on her face. They were slapping her over and over again, and I stood aside, recording it on my phone, and yelled at Molly to thank her captors. She said thank you again and again, telling me falsely that she loved being spanked like a dirty little whore. I made her get on her back on the bathroom counter, and masturbate for our amusement while two girls smacked her tits and pulled at her nipples once more. I knew that despite herself, she was about to cum, so I grabbed her hand and pulled it away. I told the girls to use her however they liked, and they were quickly on top of her. One girl ordered her to finger her, and lick the sweet juices off of her fingers. The other girls were quickly undressed from the waist down, and they delighted in shoving her face in pussy after pussy, rubbing their cum all over Molly's face. One of the girls grabbed Molly by the back of her head, gripping her hair, and forced her to kiss her feet as the others twisted at Molly's nipples. One girl bent over at the waist, resting on the counter as the other girls forced Molly's face deep between the girl's ass cheeks, and they commanded her to stick out her tongue. They forced her head in and out, and she had no choice but to fuck this stranger's asshole with her tongue as the other girls spanked her ass and tits. As Molly endured this, one of the girls who was standing to the side pulled a hairbrush from her purse, and shoved it into Molly's asshole. She began to fuck Molly's ass with the brush, hard and fast, and the harder she went, the more excited the other girls got. They commanded Molly to slobber over all of their assholes, made her kiss the puckered holes and enthusiastically tongue fuck them. Suddenly, the door opened - we must have been making some noise - and a huge, black security guard walked in to find this girl-on-girl orgy. "What's going on here?" Quickly, I replied - "Please, we're sorry sir, this little slut is Molly, and she wouldn't stop begging to taste some pussy and asshole. Maybe she could do you a favor, and we could forget this whole thing?" The security guard turned around, and waved to someone - in followed another huge, burly man, this one white, and the scene before them made them instantly hard. I knew what to do. "Molly, get on your hands and knees." The black man lined up his cock at Molly's mouth and made her suck and lick his shaft, and then forced her to focus on his balls as well. She wrinkled her nose at them, but took them into her mouth just the same. The white man got behind her and, at full force, shoved his cock into her ass. In perfect rhythm, they used her little body to make themselves cum all over her back and her ass. Before they left, they took turns smacking around her tits, and the black man told her that she was a shameful little whore. The girls left too, and it was just me and Molly left in the bathroom. I let her clean herself up using the sink, not letting her stop when a woman in her mid forties came in to use the bathroom. I made her get down on her knees as the middle aged woman stared at her, and forced her to beg the woman's forgiveness for such lewd behavior. Finally, I brought her back to the waiting room, and they called for First Class a few minutes later. I gave Molly a rest for the beginning of the flight - I was tired, and fell asleep quickly. I woke up a few hours later, and found Molly asleep next to me. I woke her up, and lazily told her to play with her nipples - I told her that if they went soft, she'd have hell to pay. She obeyed, and in full view of everyone on our plane, she played with her nipples. I wouldn't let her stop, even when the flight attendant came around to ask us if we'd like refreshments. "I'll have a vodka cranberry. My slave will have a bowl of water, on the floor, thank you." A few minutes later, the attendant returned, and awkwardly put the bowl of water down on the floor. I looked at Molly, and when she shook her head, I slapped her right tit. Then she got down on her hands and knees, and began to lap the water with her tongue. She had no choice but to do so facing toward the aisle, giving the businessmen across from us a great view of her full tits. I rested my feet on her back, and forced her to stay that way for a while, until she begged me to let her up because her arms and legs were becoming tired. I let her sit on the seat, but only if she kept her legs spread. At my command, she spent the remainder of the flight offering kisses to men in our section, flashing her breasts, and going to the bathroom to fuck herself to orgasm with miniature wine bottles. Finally, we landed, and we disembarked from the plane. The businessmen who had been ogling Molly's tits were right behind us as we shuffled through the terminal, and I intentionally knocked into Molly to force her to clumsily bump up against them. In the thick crowd, one of the men furtively slipped a hand against her obvious, swollen pussy lips outside her shorts. With a look from me, she knew to offer no resistance - and when she didn't pull away, the man grew bolder. He and his friend slipped their hands inside her shorts and shirt, stroking her until the crowd thinned out. I knew Molly had arranged for a driver to meet us at the airport, so after picking up our baggage we went outside the terminal and I looked for my name. I saw a tall, dark-haired man in a well tailored, all black suit holding up a sign for me, so Molly and I headed his way. He looked briefly surprised at her outfit, but suddenly began speaking with her in French with a tone of familiarity. He opened the door, and Molly and I got in the car. Suddenly, before I realized what was happening, I was overwhelmed by a storm of hands pinning me down, one over my mouth to cover my scream, and saw Molly staring down at me with perverse, ear-to-ear grin. A Change in Station Ch. 03 **Author's Note: This story contains themes of humiliation, degradation and domination. It's fantasy. If these things offend you, please skip this! There is both lesbian and straight sex in this story. All characters are over the age of 18. It's best to read Ch. 01 first!** ***** Staring up at Molly, I still couldn't figure out what was going on. She smiled down at me, something evil bubbling up through her expression. "You fucking stupid bitch. Did you really think you'd get away with this? With treating me the way you've been treating me? You realize that I could've gone to the cops at any time, right? And sued you and your entire over-privileged family?" I tried to scream back at her - how dare she talk to me this way! - but the anonymous hand over my mouth muffled my words, so she kept talking. "I waited it out. I let you believe you had me broken, but you didn't know that I had friends in France. Say hello to your new friends, Cunt, they'll be helping me take care of you during your vacation." I glanced around in a frenzy, already plotting the world of hell I would bring down on these people. Who did they think they were? On my back, I couldn't see whoever was in the passenger seat. I'd already seen the dark-haired stranger who was driving, but he hadn't yet said a word. Had no one seen me inside the car? Wasn't anyone at this airport paying attention? But the windows were tinted, and it had only taken an instant to get me on my back. I struggled against Molly, trying to kick or scratch or do anything that might let me switch up my position so I could ruin this girl, but I was completely immobilized - my head was in Molly's lap, and my hips and thighs were draped over a woman whose face I couldn't see. By the opposite door, a very strong man was painfully gripping my ankles. "You look shocked!" Molly grinned down, giddy, sick, hateful. "Let me clarify all of this for you. As far as anyone in the States is concerned, you're to be in Paris for two weeks, and then spending the next two weeks in a resort in the south of France. That means that for the next month, as long as you check in once in a while, no one's going to be worried at all about your whereabouts. Not that your parents are even paying attention to you - " As Molly spoke down at me, I felt a pair of warm hands slipping fingers beneath the waistband of my pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping; I began to violently jerk my hips, hearing only giggles in return as my jeans slipped down my thighs, eventually bunched around my ankles. I was wearing an expensive pair of lace and satin panties, and now the woman next to Molly was running her hands all over them! Her fingers flitted over my stomach, my hip bones, between my thighs and rested over my pussy, petting me. The men in the car had noticed this, too, and finally I saw the man in the passenger seat turn around - he held down my hips with one hand, and though I couldn't see his face, I noticed a tan, olive complexion, glowing against the white of his shirt. Molly placed a hand on my right breast, over my shirt. " - anyway, no one will think twice about your absence - and they certainly won't wonder if you're being tormented and fucked. For the next thirty days, you're mine, and maybe I'll even risk it and go longer. Hell, you'll probably love being a little whore by the time the month is over - my friends here are going to help me train you to be an obedient, degraded toy. And you know why you're going to cooperate?" I felt my chest tightening. The woman was very distracting with her fingers over my panties, petting and stroking and teasing. I couldn't think straight. I didn't answer and suddenly SLAP! "Answer me bitch! Do you know why?" Molly was relishing that slap. I heard a whimper escape my mouth - "Why?" "Because you, like the stupid whore you are, thought you were untouchable, but one word to the cops about everything you've done and you are going to jail when we get back. You fucking empty-headed slut, do you know how many people saw you degrade me? How easily I could have had you locked up? And if you don't listen, I will, and once you go to jail you'll be someone's bitch in no time." The car came to a stop. Patting my pussy one more time, the woman pulled my pants back up and re-buttoned them. "Don't get used to pants, bitch. Here's your first test." My ankles were free again. The man who'd been holding them got out of the car, and opened the door for me, taking my arm a little too tightly as I dumbfoundedly got out. We were at a hotel. Everyone got out of the car, posing as my attendants, and I didn't dare glance back. Walking in through the front door, I felt as though someone else was going to the concierge desk with Molly to check in, taking my suite keys and walking to the elevator as though it were normal. It struck me that the rooms were under Molly's name instead of mine. My five onlookers didn't take their eyes off me. Why wasn't I telling the woman at the desk? Why wasn't I asking for help, ringing an alarm, screaming, anything? The six of us packed into the elevator. It was cramped, and I stood surrounded on all sides. I still hadn't seen the face of the woman who'd been touching me, but I stood behind her now as we waited for the doors to close - she had a voluptuous figure, dark hair in a braid. As the door slid shut, suddenly I felt Molly's hands from behind, slipping up my shirt and under my bra. I jumped! She pinched my nipples and pulled them out away from my body, rolling them back and forth. "Nice job out there. This is going to be easier than I thought, turns out that the Queen of Everything is actually a good listener. I should tell your mother that I found a way to keep you from being an insufferable little whore." Hands from all directions glanced over my body. I squirmed, but there was no room to move - I glanced up at the camera in the elevator, but Molly saw me. "Don't you dare, bitch." The doors opened, and we filed out, Molly still behind me but with her hands now squeezing my ass. The woman in front of me looked back and finally I saw her face, coyly smiling with dark brown eyes and long black lashes, and she slipped her hand once again under my waistband, using it as a leash all the way to the penthouse suite. The boys filed into the other one, and it hit me oddly that I was funding this trip, or my mother was, and Molly had reserved both penthouse suites for her revenge. We waited there, quiet, until the men reemerged from the room, and went into the suite that was presumably mine. The woman pulled me in, holding me by my jeans as everyone settled in on the beautiful sofas around me. Molly grinned again. "Okay, slut, let's go over your change in station. Your name no longer exists. You have no name, and we will refer to you as anything we please. You are now slut, whore, fucktoy, fuckdoll, pig, dog, little girl, pussy, cunt, hole, anything we want to call you. If we are in a situation in which we can't call you any of these names, we will use your new official name, which is Candi. You do everything you're told, when you're told, without question. Hesitating will get you punished. Try to get away and you'll be punished, tell anyone about this and you're fucked, I'll have you arrested. I have photos, witnesses, everything. Got it, whore?" I nodded, wide eyed, shocked. "Okay, introductions. But first, strip." I didn't move. "Strip, bitch. Let's see that body you're so proud of." I couldn't. And then again, SLAP! "Get those fucking clothes off or I will cut them off you and lock you naked in the hallway." She couldn't do that, could she? I slowly began to remove my shirt, avoiding the eyes of my audience but feeling them watching me. I took off my jeans, and stood in front of them in my matching bra-and-panty set. "Everything, slut. Get it off. This is your place now, you don't get clothes yet." I took off my bra, trying to cover myself as I slipped off my panties and suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on my ass - Molly had spanked me! "Arms at your sides. We are going to look at you and do a whole lot more than that, so fucking get used to it. What cute, round titties you have! Though we are going to have to wax that pussy, make sure it's bare, and maybe we'll pierce you a bit." I felt five pairs of eyes boring into my skin. I was horrified as I forced myself to stand there, naked, exposed, and - wet? Why was my pussy wet? How could I respond to this? "On your knees, slut. Now, I'm going to introduce everyone to you. The men you will call Sir, Master, or Daddy, and you will refer to us women as Ma'am, Madame, Princess, or Mistress. When I introduce everyone, you will crawl to them, and present your tits just like you made me do. And your nipples better be hard. Actually, that'll be rule number two: if your nipples are ever not hard, you'll be punished however I see fit. First up, Adam." She gestured to the man who'd been holding my ankles. He was burly, strong, with his eyebrow pierced and a close haircut. I crawled over to him, and knelt there unsure of what to do. "Say hello to Sir Adam, and let him examine you." Molly was glowing. "H- hello, Sir Adam." My voice wasn't mine - it was weak, shaky. In a deep voice he commanded me to kneel up straight. He reached out and squeezed my breasts, tweaking my nipples and running his hands up and down. He shoved a finger into my mouth and said, "Suck." Awkward and unsure, I closed my lips around his finger, and he began pumping it in and out. I pulled my head back, feeling a surge of courage, ready to refuse him, and then felt a hand from behind grab a fistful of my hair and jerk me backward. Molly slapped me hard across the face, and began slapping my tits. "You better learn quick you little set of holes, or you're not going to like what happens to you. It's just a finger now, but you will be sucking and fucking Adam's cock, and everyone else here, and whomever else we decide to give you to. Apologize, now." "I'm sorry, Sir." He pushed me onto my back, and I lay there sprawled out and naked as he spread my legs and opened up my pussy, shoving two fingers and pumping in and out. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed my nipple with the other hand and pulled me back up, and in a fluid motion he shoved two wet fingers into my mouth. "Suck." I began delicately licking and sucking, tasting my own juices on his fingers. He cupped my pussy with the other hand, and I found myself silently wishing he'd slip a finger inside me. "She likes it, Molly, she's wet. I'm gonna call her Pussylips." He smacked me on the ass and told me to crawl away, and Molly introduced the next man, the one from the passenger seat. He was handsome, almost friendly looking, and he smiled at me. "I'm Georges, little girl. Call me Daddy. Always." He grabbed my hair at the base of my skull and pulled me in close, slipping his other hand around my waist and running it up and down my body, stroking every inch of me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Molly says your ass has never been touched. She promised it to me, I'm in charge of it and I am going to take your ass over and over. Every day. So now I want to see it. Turn around and press your face to the floor, and spread your cheeks for me, little girl." I looked at him, begging him with my eyes not to make me do it, but his face didn't change - he wasn't breaking. I turned around, facing away from him and turned one cheek to the side as I placed my face on the floor. "Higher! Get that ass in the air!" he commanded. I stuck my ass as high up as I could, and spread my cheeks open, entirely humiliated. He smacked my ass lightly, and I felt his finger, wet with spit, slip into my little hole up to the first knuckle. "Damn, this is a tight little ass. Time to stretch it a little." The woman, whose name I still did not know, came up to me, her heels in front of my face. She bent down and showed me the first buttplug I had ever seen in person, and said in a silken voice, "Lick it, little pet. Lick it till it's nice and wet, or it'll hurt." Her voice - something about it, something about her easy, assured, dominating tone made me give in. I wanted to lick it because she wanted me to, and I couldn't snap myself out of her spell. I stuck my tongue out, opned my mouth, and let her fuck my mouth slowly and softly with the buttplug. When she removed it, she moved one of her feet close to my mouth, and said, "Now lick this." I did what she told me. I stuck my tongue out, and began licking as much of the shoe as I could reach as she angled it closer. With the taste of the leather on my tongue, I felt the plug push through into my ass for the first time, uncomfortable but not painful, and Georges pushed it in and out lightly. I was in a trance - and then it was over. She took her shoe away, and I felt a hand from behind me push me over onto my side, forcing me to collapse in an embarrassing, naked heap on the floor. Molly was standing over me. "Look how much the little whore loves it! You like your new ass master, don't you? And I never knew you were such a little shoe sucker, this is going to be easy - you're a born slut. Now, crawl over to Eric." I looked up at the dark, handsome man, sitting quietly and watching. I'd forgotten about the driver, who hadn't said a word to me yet. He gestured for me to come, and still windswept by my display, I breathlessly crawled to him. "Come, fuckdoll. Sit on my lap. I'm your Master." Like the woman, Eric's voice held my attention. I crawled up onto his lap, feeling oddly comforted all of a sudden. I thought about the boyfriends I'd had, the boys whom I'd manipulated easily and thoughtlessly, who had followed me like puppies, and this man holding me made them look so weak. He toyed with my nipple, ran his hand up the length of my thigh and nudged it, indicating that I should part my legs. And I did. I looked away, but he caught my chin and pulled it back to focus on him, his eyes dark and deep and cruel. I could feel his hard cock beneath his pants, growing down his leg, and he placed my hand over it. "We own you now. All of us. And you will be grateful, and do what you're told. You have no control over your own life anymore, do you understand that? We dress you, we decide when and where you eat, sleep, use the bathroom, everything. Your body is ours to fuck or not to fuck, or to show off, or to rent out if we want. Now this, this is your mistress, you can call her Mistress or Madame Leone." I knew her name. Leone. I realized that I hadn't yet compared myself to her like I usually would have, to make sure I was prettier. I wasn't even fighting - why wasn't I fighting? Why did I feel so complacent, so willing to follow their commands? I began to panic. I threw myself off of Eric's lap and bolted for the door in a sudden sprint. I forgot I was naked, forgot about everything except getting away. I flailed, I kicked, I screamed and ran out into the hallway, forgetting that my captors were the only current inhabitants of the top floor, and I almost made it to the elevator when an enormous arm scooped my naked, wild body up. Adam threw me over his shoulder. I kept struggling - something had hit me, something made me remember who I was. These people, they would not get away with this, they would not violate my body. Adam put me down and I bolted for the door again, the adrenaline rushing through me, but he grabbed my hair and threw me back to the floor. Molly's foot pressed my face into the carpet, and through I writhed around and tried to escape, I was once again immobilized. "That was a mistake, slut." Molly was smiling. Why was she smiling? "I'm happy you're trying to fight. That was starting to look a little too easy. Plus, now I get to punish you. Or, since you interrupted Leone's introduction, maybe I'll let her take care of you." Leone straddled me all of a sudden, and I was taken with her once again, though I tried to hide it. "You know, I was going to go easy on you at first, maybe let you settle in a little at a time. " She pursed her lips, looming over me, and let go a line of spit over my face. She spat on my face again, and the harder I tried to wipe it away, the harder she pressed down on my arms. "You're my lick slave now. I will do whatever I like with you, and your tongue will need to learn how to please me just right. Open your mouth." I did nothing. She spat on my face again, and I felt a sharp, stinging slap come down on my pussy - Molly wasn't going easy. I opened my mouth. "Good," said Leone, "Stick out your tongue. I want to see it." I stuck my tongue out, and in a horrific moment of pure degradation, I felt a wet wad of Leone's spit hit my tongue. "Get used to it, lick slave. You're going to be tasting a lot more of me than that." Leone got up, but Molly moved forward to hold me down before I could run away again. Leone stood over me face, legs spread, and let a pair of panties fall from beneath her skirt over my face. Molly rubbed the panties over my face before tossing them aside, and to my horror Leone began lowering herself down, raising up her skirt to reveal a dripping wet pussy with a strip of hair, kept closely trimmed, which she spread wide open, smirking down at me. "By the end the month, or maybe even the week, you'll be begging me to let you lick this pussy. But you're not talented enough yet, and you don't deserve my pussy." Smirking down at me, Leone turned around, spread her ass cheeks wide, and lowered her puckered asshole to my mouth. "Lick, slave." I kept my mouth tightly closed, until I felt Leone's vengeful hands come raining down on my breasts, slapping my nipples until finally I opened my mouth, which she quickly smothered beneath her ass. I timidly licked, but her continued slaps told me that it wasn't enough. Before I knew it I was tongue fucking her ass, licking all around her dirty little hole while she moaned above me. I was immersed - I couldn't see anything, I was only aware of this ass and of my rapidly hardening nipples. Humiliated, I felt a finger run down the length of my pussy slit. My legs were pushed back, exposing my pussy and plugged asshole and spreading me open. Fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, my asshole was rapidly fucked with the buttplug, and hands ran over my nipples - I couldn't control myself. I drove my tongue into Leone's ass, losing myself in the complete overwhelming, filthy pleasure. I wanted more - I wanted to feel degraded, I wanted them to use and abuse me, and I felt a powerful, crashing orgasm begin to rise in me, heard myself moaning into Leone's asshole, and suddenly - Gone. All hands pulled away, Leone had removed her ass from my face, and I heaved on the floor in the wake of an orgasm unreached. I stared up, desperate, searching for answers, and Molly just smiled down at me. "Silly slut. You don't get to cum yet. You haven't made anyone else cum, have you? You're still so selfish. Good thing we're here to teach you your lesson! Since you enjoyed being a little asslick slave for Leone so much, I don't see how that can count as your punishment. Before we get to that though, why don't you thank everyone for letting you be the little whore you always were inside?" I looked up at everyone, at Eric, Georges, Adam and Leone, who looked back at me - I was so filthy, it was in their eyes. "Um. Thank you, Sirs. Thank you Miss Leone." "Kiss their feet. All of them. Ass in the air." I crawled over to where my four captors stood in a row. I kissed both of Eric's feet, then Georges - he shoved the tip of his shoe in my mouth and used it to force my head up. "Say, 'thank you, Daddy.'" "Thank you, Daddy." A Change in Station Ch. 03 He smiled and took his foot out of my mouth and I moved on to Adam, freezing suddenly when I heard an unfamiliar voice behind me. "Mon dieu!" A girl who couldn't have been any older than I stood by the open door next to Molly, wearing a maid's uniform. "What is she doing?" Her French accent seemed so cliché, completing the French maid persona I'd created for Molly when all this began. Molly answered quickly. "She's kissing their shoes, to thank them for letting her be a dirty girl. She's a slut. You can call her Candi, or whatever word you decide to give her, but I thought you might like a break in your work day to help me teach this bitch a lesson. She's rich and spoiled, I'm sure just like a lot of girls who gave you trouble in high school." The girl looked uncomfortable but curious. She opened her mouth with a grin. "May I give her a - how you say - spank?"