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                         Suzanne's New Career

Chapter 3
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Taking charge


	When Suzanne was lying on her back with my cock filling her
cunt, or kneeling in front of me sliding her lips up and down my hard
shaft, she was always willing and eager.  The girl was in love with my
cock and would do everything she knew how to do to get it to yield its
load of precious cum.  When she was getting fucked, Suzanne was every
bit the cock-craving slut.
	But when she wasn't, which was still most of the time, she was
becoming increasingly unhappy.  She tried to hide it from me, but it
was obvious from the look in her eyes that she was no longer the
giddily-in-love Montana girl that I'd been dating a month earlier.
She wasn't miserable, but she was definitely unhappy.  I assumed that
what was happening was that she was starting to worry about what she
was becoming.
	She'd had a very conservative upbringing in Montana,
going to church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night.  Despite the
fact that she'd been asked out on plenty of dates in high school,
she'd only kissed one boy before going away to college.  In college,
of course, she'd been exposed to the wider world, getting intimate
with several guys, and having sex with two of them.  Those experiences
had helped her discover that sex could be a beautiful thing between
two people who loved each other.  She'd told me all of this at one
time or another.
	But at the core, I knew, she was still the naive little girl
from Montana who'd been taught by her parents and her church that sex
was essentially an evil act, one that good people only engaged in when
it was absolutely necessary to create another human life.  Enjoying
sex was evil, she'd been taught, and women who enjoyed sex were trashy
sluts.
	Her enjoyment of the sex she'd had in college hadn't caused
her any distress, because she'd been in love with the two guys she'd
had sex with.  Similarly, the mind-blowing orgasms she'd experienced
during our time together hasn't been of any concern, because she'd
been madly in love with me, and she'd thought I was in love with her.
	But now, her love for me was starting to fade, and the sexual
mores instilled in her by her upbriging were trying to reassert
themselves.  The love she'd felt for me before had made her feel
secure about enjoying sex, but it was losing its power, and losing
ground to the old taboos.
	Of course, this was only her mood when she wasn't primed for
sex.  When she was fired up and hot to trot, she was still the same
fuck-hungry nympho she'd always been.  And since she tried to hide it
from me, I could plausibly pretend not to notice the change in her
mood.  So her increasing unhappiness was nothing to worry about.
	But I noticed something else.  Occasionally, I would catch her
looking at me out of the corner of my eye.  I would turn to look at
her, and, just for an instant, catch sight of wary, suspicious look on
her face.  Her expression would always change to one of pleasant
happiness as soon as turned my head, but slowly enough that I could
catch a brief glimpse into her mind.
	She was starting to become suspicious of me.  I had introduced
her to a whole world of pleasure she'd never know before, and she was
starting to suspect I had some sort of ulterior motive.
	We continued our nightly outings.  Each time I either brought
some clothing for her when I picked her up, or told her ahead of time
what I wanted her to wear.  She always complied.  She never confronted
me about the clothes I made her wear, or the tit-fucking, although I
knew they bothered her.
	I suppose she realized how stupid she would sound complaining
about these things, when she obviously enjoyed wearing the clothes and
having her tits fucked.  Also, I'm sure she was worried that if she
started an argument, I might leave her.  Like I said, she was addicted
to the sex.  I planned to drive her to rebellion eventually -- that
would be necessary before the proper relationship could be established
between us -- but in the meantime, I was content to let things go on
as they were.

	At this point, Suzanne was behaving like a textbook
nymphomaniac.  All I had to do was slip her some aphrodisiac into a
drink, and thirty minutes later, Suzanne was lying on the floor,
eagerly taking my rock-hard cock into her wet pussy, or running her
lips and tongue up and down my shaft.  Her sexual skills, though not
complete, were well-enough developed for the time being.  I spent the
next month, the third of our relationship, moving her in a new
direction.
	Up until now, whenever I wanted to fuck Suzanne, I had to
arrange for her to drink something, so I could drug her, and then wait
half an hour or so for her to get hot and beg me to do it to her.
This had been fine for awhile; I'd even gotten quite a bit of
enjoyment out of the challenge of arranging a drugging.  But
ultimately, the drug was a liablity.
	For one thing, it was inconvenient, and occasionally
frustrating.  Several times I'd been dying to fuck her, and been
unable to arrang a drugging.  For another, if I kept this up long
enough, the chances were good that Suzanne would notice me drugging
her beverages.  That wouldn't completely ruin my plans, but it would
force me to change them quite a bit.  What I needed to do was bring
Suzanne more fully under my control.
	I started to do this one afternoon while we were enjoying a
picnic in the park.  We had just finished feeding a couple pieces of
bread to the ducks in the pond.  (I had arranged this, and many other
"romantic" activities like it, in hopes of reigniting her fading love
for me.)  We had returned to our spread blankets and begun enjoying
the lunch I'd packed in the basket that morning: sandwiches, chips,
and bottled juice.
	After finishing my first sandwich, I stood up and beckoned to
Suzanne.  She rose, confused.  "What's the matter, Alan?"
	"Nothing, honey.  Just come with me."  I took her arm and
hurried up the hill toward a stand of trees and bushes.
	"But where are we going?" she asked, confused.
	I turned and smiled at her.  "I have needs, too."
	"Oh..."  Her voice trailed off.  She was perplexed, and with
good reason.  This was the first time I'd led her away to get fucked
that she hadn't already been feeling horny.  She'd had the drug, all
right, but it hadn't taken effect yet.  Nonetheless, she followed me.
	We went in among the trees, where we were well-hidden from
outside view.  Gently, I pushed her down to the ground and made her
lie on her back.  I spread her legs and knelt between them.  She was
getting quite nervous.  Her mind wasn't prepared to have sex in an
undrugged state.
	"Alan, I don't think this is a good idea..." she protested.
	"Why not, honey?  What are we doing here that we haven't done
a dozen times before?" I asked.
	"Well... I..."  She took a deep breath, trying to figure out
what to say.  What she wanted to say, of course, was that this was
all wrong, that _she_ was the one who was supposed to tell me she
"needed it," not the other way around.  Obviously, she realized how
selfish this would sound, because she didn't actually say it.  "I
don't think I... I'm ready..." she protested feebly.
	"Well," I smiled, "you let me take care of that, honey."  With
that, I lowered my mouth to her dry cunt.  She nervously forced a
smile and lay back on the ground, clenching her fists at her sides.
	I flicked my tongue around her cunt, trying to arouse her.  It
was tough going.  She was extremely tense, with all her worries about
getting caught and going to hell for being a slut running loose in her
mind.  There was no way I could possible eat her into arousal.
	Fortunately, I didn't have too.  The drug kicked in after a
few minutes.  The change was sudden and dramatic.  Suzanne's body
relaxed, and she began to moan in pleasure as I cotinued to lick her
slit.  She put her hands on my head, pushing it into her crotch,
bucking against my mouth.  "Oh, God, that's it, Alan, oh yessss..."
	I probed my tongue experimentally into her pussy, driving her
wild.  I tasted the first gush of pussy juice as she began to respond
to my attention.
	"Please, Alan, I need you...  I need you..."
	I disengaged my mouth from her steamy cunt.  Spreading her legs,
I positioned myself over her.  "Here I come, honey, here I come," I
told her as I shoved my cock deep into her sopping wet pussy.
	"Oh, yes," she moaned, "yes, yes, yes!"  Through trial and
error, she'd learned to use her cunt muscles to enhance my pleasure.
As I fucked her, her pussy massaged my cock, sending waves of pleasure
down my spine.  Suzanne was an incredible fuck by now.
	I soon shot my wad into her velvety cunt, which was still
expertly squeezing my dick.  The feel of my jism splashing into her
cunt was enough to send her over the edge into an orgasm.  She bucked
and heaved, slamming her pelvis into me as my engorged dick shot my
seed into her belly.  I collapsed on top of her, spent, as she
shrieked her way through her orgasm.

	The key difference between our screw that day in the park and
all our previous fucks was one of timing.  Up until then, I'd always
given Suzanne the drug, and then waited for her to tell me she was
horny before fucking her.  But this time, I had indicated to her that
_I_ was horny, and needed to fuck, before she had started getting
horny herself.  Soon afterward, though, the drug had kicked in and
she'd felt the desire to screw.  Her brain would associate the desire
(as well as the orgasm) with my telling her that I needed to screw
her.  This would come in useful later on.
	Over the next three weeks, I gradually reduced the number of
episodes of the first kind, the ones that I allowed her to initiate,
and phased in the second form, the ones that I started.  Usually, I
timed it so that things happened in some public area, such as a
theater.  We'd be sitting together watching a movie, or a concert, or
whatever, when I would suddenly grab her arm and stand up, pulling her
up with me.  I'd lead her quickly out into the lobby and into whatever
semi-private area I could find.  In a matter of minutes, she'd be down
on her knees, sucking my rock-hard dick like a three-dollar whore.
	She had started to believe, deep inside, that simply putting a
dick into her mouth would get her excited.  And when the drug took
effect a few minutes later, and started her pussy juices flowing, her
brain took it as confirmation of this association.  The Pavlov drug,
in turn, helped the brain to rewire itself to reflect the new
knowledge.
	Sometimes I shot my load into her mouth.  She would greedily
swallow every last drop of jism while her body shuddered in orgasm.
Sometimes I would pull away early, reposition her, and fuck her wet
pussy.  She seemed to especially enjoy taking it from behind.  I would
bend her over a table, or whatever surface was convenient, and she
would lie on her stomach, bucking against me as I pounded into her
sopping wet pussy.  All the while, her well-trained cunt muscles would
massage my dick until I came, which always got her really excited.
	The best times, though, were the times when I came on her
face.  While she was sucking my cock, I would reach down and give her
nipples a single firm squeeze.  I'd developed this as the signal for
tit-fucking.  She would respond by letting my dick slide out of her
mouth and readjusting her position so that her boobs were level with
my stomach.  Then she'd place my rock-hard cock between her tits and
squeeze them tightly around it.  Slowly at first, she would jack her
entire body up and down, squeezing and kneading her tits as they moved
up and down along my shaft.  Every time my cock thrust into her face,
she would give it a quick lick with her tongue.
 The whole routine drove me wild.  Watching Suzanne bob up and
down on my shaft, her eyes closed in orgasmic pleasure, I had to
struggle to keep myself from coming in the first ten seconds.  She was
one hot bitch.
 Soon I would be able to hold back no longer, and my cock would
start to throb with my imminent ejaculation.  Suzanne could feel this,
and when it happened her response was always the same.  She would take
my pulsating dick in her hand, point it at her face, close her eyes,
and begin to jack furiously at it.
 When my jism shot from my dick onto her pretty, upturned face,
she would start to shudder.  As my sticky white come covered her
forehead, cheeks, nose and chin, she would try to wipe it up with her
free hand and bring it to her mouth.  By the time I finished shooting
my load, she would be experiencing a full-on orgasm, swallowing as
much of my cum as she could get into her mouth.  She never got it all,
though, and when she came down from her orgasm she would sit there,
breathing heavily, her face and tits glistening with come.

	And so, three weeks after that afternoon in the park, I
dropped the Suzanne-initiated episodes altogether.  From that point
on, I fucked her whenever and wherever I wanted to, and she had no
say in the matter.
	Technically, the difference was trivial; it was only a matter
of changing the amount of time between when I slipped her the
aphrodisiac and when I unzipped my fly.  But the association formed in
her brain was very different.  These new encounters would reinforce in
her subconscious mind the notion that she should get hot whenever I
indicated a desire to fuck her.  And, as usual, the Pavlov drug was
making her very receptive to these sorts of associations.
	Initially, she was always hesitant to go into action, like
she'd been that in the park.  I would always have to calm her down and
eat her out or finger her twat for awhile to get her to relax.  And at
first, even this had little effect; she would remain tense and fidgety
until the aphrodisiac kicked in five or ten minutes later, at which
point she dived eagerly into slut mode.
	I got frustrated during a lot of these warmup periods.  It was
annoying to have to sit there and twiddle her clit for ten mintes when
I knew damn well that the aphrodisiac would heat her up soon no matter
what I did.  But this was important.  So I stuck with it, and
persevered through the inconvenience.
	Slowly, but steadily, Suzanne learned to relax and enjoy my
attention, even before the aphrodisiac hit her.  Once again, she was
learning a lesson, that getting attention from me would lead
eventually to an orgasm.  Quite soon, she had reached the point where
the mere touch of my hands or mouth on her cunt would send her right
up.  And a week after that, I only had to give the merest suggestion
of wanting to fuck, and she'd be eager to go.  This was exactly the
effect I wanted.  Of course, I still made sure she was flying on the
aphrodisiac before I let her orgasm.

	Once I felt that I had sufficiently established this principle
in her, I moved on to the next step.  First, I set aside the Pavlov
drug for awhile.  At this point, Suzanne was as well-trained as was
really necesssary.  Later, I would bring it back, but for now it would
only get in the way.  (Plus, the stuff was expensive.)  Slowly, over a
carefully planned period of six weeks, I began to lower the dosage of
aphrodisiac I gave Suzanne before fucking her.
	At first, her sexual enjoyment dropped off.  This was the
riskiest part of the whole procedure, and I really didn't know exactly
what would happen.  Even though I had known it was coming, the sudden
decrease worried me.  I could tell that her orgasms were less intense.
The air of general unhappiness that had surrounded her for the past
couple months thickened.
	I began to pay a little more attention to her needs than I had
been.  It was important not to lose her now.  Surprisingly, the
lessening intensity of her orgasms drove her to put more and more
energy into fucking, as though she thought it was her fault that she
wasn't enjoying it as much, and she was trying to make up for it.  I
actually felt sorry for the poor girl, and even a bit guilty.  Here
I'd spent several months teaching her that sex was the most important
thing in life, making it the end-all, be-all of her existence, and now
I was pulling it away from her.  And she thought it was her fault.
	Fortunately, by the middle of the second week, Suzanne's body
began to compensate for the decrease in the aphrodisiac dosage, and
her orgasms started creeping back up to their previous heights.
According to all the literature I'd read, this was supposed to happen;
the effect of the Pavlov drug was not confined to counscious actions
and desires.  Rather, it reached out to affect all aspects of bodily
function.  If you had a pin stuck into your toe repeatedly as you
listened to Beethoven's Fifth while on the drug, hearing
"Da-da-da-daaaaah" in the future would cause you to feel a prickling
pain in your toe.  Not just wince your eyes in anticipation of pain,
but actually feel real pain.
	Of course, what works in one instance doesn't always work in
another.  So I was visibly relieves when Suzanne's body overcame the
decrease in drug dosage and began to deliver inhumanly strong orgasms
once again, as it had been taught.  She was visibly happier; in fact,
she was happier than she'd been since the first time my come had
covered her face.
	I kept to the planned program for the next month, fucking her
at least once a day, gradually reducing the dosage of aphrodisiac to
zero.  Her sex drive remained rock steady for the rest of that period.
I was frankly amazed at the ability of her body to compensate for the
loss of the drug.

	On the last day of the aphrodisiac phase-out, I phoned Suzanne
and told her to be ready to go out for dinner at 6:30, wearing the red
dress that I had given her on our second date.
	I showed up right on time.  She greeted me at the door with a
kiss.  "Hi, honey," she said, bright and cheery.  The moment of truth
had arrived.
	Without a word, I placed a hand on her shoulder and began to
push gently downward.  With barely a second's hesitation, she sunk to
her knees in front of me.  Her fingers nimbly undid my pants and
brought out my rapidly stiffening cock.  She lovingly caressed it a
few times, and then took it into her hot, wet, mouth.
	Her head began to bob up and down on my shaft, taking long,
deep strokes.  At the top of each stroke, my cockhead would almost
slip out of her mouth, and at the bottom, my pubic hair would tickle
her nose.  Suzanne had become very proficient at deep-throating after
discovering that it was the best way to get a lot of come.  Her tongue
swished back and forth around my dick as she hungrily sucked on it,
occasionally flicking out of her mouth between her lips and my cock.
I placed my hands on her head and gently guided her up and down my
shaft.  A thin coating of her saliva glistened on my dick.
	I mentally jumped for joy as I watched Suzanne giving me head.
Throught the last week or so, as I'd continued to reduce the
aphrodisiac dosage toward zero, I'd constantly worried about what
would happen at the end.  The decreasing size of the doses had not had
any effect on her sex drive, but I'd wondered whether that final step
might be fatal one.  There's a big difference between a tiny bit of
drug in your system, and no drug at all.  I was relieved that Suzanne
could function just as well without the drug.  Having to shoot her up
before she got fucked each time would be a serious impediment to my
plans for her.
	A wad of jism spurted from the head of my cock.  Suzanne began
to pump faster, swirling her tongue around my shaft at ninety miles an
hour.  I released my load into her waiting mouth.  She eagerly
swallowed as much as she could, but several drops of come escaped from
her mouth and trickled down her chin.  Her eyes closed as a powerful
orgasm shuddered through her body.
	After half a minute, she got up and walked back into her
bedroom.  She emerged some time later with the come wiped from her
chin, and her makeup reapplied.  She gave me a long, deep kiss.  I
could smell my come on her breath.
	We went to dinner at a five-star Japanese restaurant, where we
ate in our own private room, with our own waiter.  After the meal, I
sent the waiter away.  Rising from my chair, I walked over to stand in
front of Suzanne.  Bending over, I gave her a deep kiss as rubbed her
nipple through the taut fabric.  Her hand shot to my crotch and
squeezed my rapidly stiffening dick.  With nothing more than one
simple gesture, I had turned the quiet, refined lady with whom I had
eaten dinner into a cock-craving slut who would do anything to feel
warm jism shoot into her body.
	I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the table
facing me.  Knowing what was coming, she pulled her dress up to expose
her cunt and lifted her legs to my shoulders.  "Oh, God," she moaned,
"I need it, Alan.  I need it bad."  I glanced down as I pulled out my
rock-hard cock and saw that she was already wet.  It had taken her
fifteen seconds!  "Alannnnn... I need iiiiit!" she pleaded.
	This bitch always needed it.  I positioned the head of my cock
at the mouth of her cunt.  "Here it comes, babe," I told her, and
slammed into her.
	Suzanne gave a shriek of pleasure as I drove my meat into her
hot pussy.  I paused for a moment, just to listen to her moans.  "Oh,
yes, yes..."  Then, overcome by the display in front of me, I began to
piston my shaft in and out of her silky-smooth cunt.  She responded,
thrusting her hips at me with each stroke.  Her well-toned cunt
muscles writhed around my cock.
	Still fucking her, I reached behind her and pushed the empty
dishes out of the way.  She allowed herself to be pushed back until
she was lying flat on the table.  I leaned forward and grasped one
breast in each hand as I thrust my shaft in and out of her.
	She was bucking at me like a bitch in heat, trying to take my
cock as deep into her cunt as possible.  She emitted a moan of
disappointment as I pulled out of her pussy.  I climbed onto the table
and straddled her stomach.  Like a well-trained animal responding to a
familiar situation, she grabbed her tits and squeezed them around my
cock.
	I began to fuck her tits as she massaged them around my cock.
She lapped at my cock each time it thrust through her cleavage into
her face.  I kept it slow at first because her skin was dry, but after
a while the pussy juice on my cock combined with her saliva to
lubricate her tits, and I began to fuck faster.  She gasped and moaned
as I slid my shaft up and down in the valley between her breasts.
Thanks to the training with the Pavlov drug, she got off on this just
as much as she got off on sucking cock or getting her cunt fucked.
	I felt myself about to come.  Lifting my body up off her
chest, I positioned my cock over her face.  Suzanne grasped it with
one hand and began to jack up and down.  When I came, she aimed the
jism into her mouth, and my first spurt splashed across her parted
lips and onto her tongue.  She moved my dick for the next two wads of
come, taking these on her cheeks and nose.  She took the next one on
the chin, and then placed my dick in her mouth and slurped down the
rest, sending her into another orgasm.
	As I finished my orgasm, I looked down at her face.  The body
that just four months ago belonged to a shy aspiring model from rural
Montana who'd only slept with a man three times in her life now
belonged to a finely tuned sex machine.  With the slightest
provocation, her calm, demure personality would drop away, and in its
place would be a well-trained living fuck doll.
	I used my newly drug-free whore twice more that night.  The
first time was on the way home, when we got stuck in a trafic jam.  I
was getting angry at the delay, because I'd been in a hurry to get
home and fuck Suzanne again.
	Suddenly, I realized how stupid I was being.  I'd been
assuming that I would have to get home and get the aphrodisiac into
her system before I could fuck her.  But I was missing the obvious: I
didn't need the drug to get her hot anymore.  I could make use of her
body whenever I felt like it.  I kicked myself as I began to unzip my
fly.  Suzanne looked over at me, saw what I was doing, and immediately
leaned over to finish the job.  She freed my cock from the confines of
my pants, and immediately went to work.  Five minutes later, I shot my
jism down the throat of a very contened little slut.
	When we got back to her apartment, I immediately fucked her
again on her dining room table.  No preamble; I just lifted her onto
the table.  She immediately lay back and pulled up her dress.  I came
hard in her, and she climaxed every bit as forcefully as she had when
she'd sucked my cock in the same room four hours earlier.

	I spent the next two months playing with my new toy.  I
cherished the freedom I had to fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted
to, without having to get her to drink something first.
	Once we happened to be alone in a subway car and I was feeling
horny. As soon as the train pulled away from the station, I pushed her
onto one of the seats.  Without hesiataion, she lifted her skirt.  I
fucked her hard for the next two minutes, and we both came just as the
train pulled into the next station.  A couple of teenage boys saw us
and stared as we cruised past them.  I stood up and zipped up my pants
as Suzanne pushed her skirt down and brushed it smooth.  We passed the
snckering teenagers as we left the station.  Suzanne, in a post-fuck
reverie, was oblivious, but I threw them a wink.
 Another time, I felt myself getting an erection in a bar, so I
took Suzanne into a phone booth and had her suck me off.  She complied
with pleasure, leaving some of her pussy juice behind on the floor of
the booth.
 Suzanne wasn't any less enthusiastic as a result of her
constant use.  When she wasn't in sex-toy mode, though, she was
becoming more and more morose.  I couldn't get her to talk about it.
I'm sure that part of her mind was becoming increasingly alarmed at
the growing casuality with which I fucked her, and that part was
desperate to leave me.
 But the stronger part of her mind was addicted to the sex, and
couldn't even consider the thought of giving it up.  Thanks to the
training I'd given her, the weakest of the four orgasms she had in an
average day was far stronger than the most powerful orgasm any other
woman could expect to experience in an entire lifetime.  Women have
become addicted to sex far less powerful than what I was giving
Suzanne.
	How did I manage to come in her (or on her) four times a day?
I'm not really sure; I certainly wouldn't have expected myself to be
capable of it before I started doing it to Suzanne.  My theory is than
any other man who had a hot pussy and a skilled mouth available
twenty-four hours a day would find it difficult not to make use of
them at least four times a day.  When I was feeling really horny, I
could do her six or seven times in one day.
	She never complained to me about whatever it was that was
bothering her, and she let me dictate almost every detail of her life.
I moved into her apartment.  I didn't even discuss it with her; I just
showed up with a suitcase one evening and told her that I'd be living
with her from now on, and I'd need someplace to put my clothes.  She
didn't raise a finger in protest; she just obediently walked back into
her bedroom and made space for me in the dresser and closet.
	She continued to allow me to determine her wardrobe.  I took
this to even greater extremes than I had previously.  When we went
someplace elegant, like a play or society ball, I would have her dress
in something elegant, but bordering on trashy, like the red dress I'd
gotten her for our second date.
	When we went someplace casual, though, I would usually dress
her almost like a hooker.  One of the outfits I liked consisted of a
white fishnet bodysuit that covered her toso, leaving her breasts and
nipples visible through the mesh; a short black denim skirt; and a
white denim jacket that was cut in such a way as to be impossible to
close, but which would just barely conceal her nipples.  The gap
between her tits was openly displayed, and anoyone who cared to watch
closely enough could usually get a glimpse of nipple.  I bought
several of each component of this suit in different colors, so that
she could go in black or red or whatever combination of colors I felt
like.
	Another classic was her "candy" outfit.  This consisted of a
halter top with horizontal black and white stripes and a black-and-red
pleated skirt.  On her feet she wore red-and-white-striped socks and
red spiked heels.  The outfit was completed by a pair of white kids
gloves with red polka dots, a black bow in her hair, and a pair of red
plastic hoop earrings with white spots.  This outfit was the least
slutty of her "casual" ensembles, but it still got the attention of
plenty of people, particularly older men, who were no doubt drawn by
the almost childlike, yet extremely sexy look of it.
	But my favorite outfit was what I thought of as the full-on
slut ensemble.  This was a black halter top with an obscenely low
neckline; a shiny red leather skirt, cut extremely short, just barely
covering her ass and hugging her legs tight; and a pair of shiny black
leather boots with six-inch stiletto heels that coevered her legs up
above her knees.  Again, this outfit could be done in several color
combinations, but black/red was my favorite.
	Sometimes I included fishnet stockings with these outfits;
sometimes I just let her legs go bare.  I always included high heels.
(By this time, she had become so attached to high heels that she would
probably be a nervous wreck without them.  Aside from that, the
tendons on the backs of her ankles had contracted from never being
stressed, and it would have been extremely painful for her to stand,
let alone walk, flat-footed.)
	I kept her hair long enough to reach her nipples.  Each time
we went out, I would tell her how to wear it.  When we were going
someplace "elegant," it would either be pinned up against her head in
typical ballroom style, or conditioned into soft, gentle waves that
cascaded over her shoulders.  When she was dressing slutty, though, I
had her use one of a large variety of styles -- sometimes straight
down her back, sometimes in curls or crimped, almost always teased out
to maximum volume.
	And of course, a wide selection of earrings, bracelets,
necklaces, chokers, and anklets was available.  These were used
tastefully with the elegant outfits (a simple gold or pearl necklace
and a bracelet or two on one writst), and liberally with the slutty
ones (an overlong faux-pearl necklace dangling down to her navel, and
at least two or three gaudy bracelets on each arm).
	In order to make space for the new clothes I was buying her, I
threw out all of the clothes she had had before I met her.  None of
them were really useful for her new role.  I was surprised, though, to
find some rather flashy lingerie in her underwear drawer.  Although I
had told her that she was never to wear underwear again, I decided to
hang on to the lingerie.  It might come in handy sometime.

	I still took Suzanne to movies and plays and things like that,
but I tended to prefer doing things that would let her be seen in
public as much as possible.  To that end, we often walked around in
malls and parks, took shopping trips into downtown, and went to bars
and nightclubs to hang out.  I would parade around in public with this
gorgeous, sluttily-dressed woman on my arm, the envy of every man in
sight.
	The best time I had during this period happened one evening at
a park.  Suzanne was fully decked out in halter-top, ass-revealing red
leather skirt, and knee-high black leather "fuck me" boots.  We had
been walking around the park for about an hour.  Every once in awhile
I would dart my hand up under her skirt and give her clit a few soft
strokes, and then pull back and resume walking.  Over time, as I
continued this, she became more and more horny and frustrated.  I was
curious to see just how much she could stand.
	Eventually, she took action.  As we walked around a bend in
the path in the middle of a small stand of trees, she whirled around
in front of me and dropped to a crouching position in front of my
crotch.  With a speed I hadn't thought possible, she whipped my dick
out and wrapped her lips around it.
	Her tongue whipped back and forth around my cock as her head
plunged furiously up and down.  I leaned against a tree, savoring the
sweet sensations of Suzanne's mouth around my prick.  The teasing had
gotten her quite excited.
	My shaft rapidly grew hard.  I pushed my whore's head away
from my crotch.  She immediately turned around and dropped to her
hands and knees, holding her ass high, presenting her dripping pussy
to me.  "Give it to me, Alan, give it to me!" she begged.  I slammed
my meat hard into her fuck-tunnel.
	I fucked my hot little slut at a furious pace, plunging my
thick, hard shaft in and out of her tight, silky cunt.  Suzanne bucked
hungrily against me, moaning in pleasure each time I thrust into her.
She was oblivious to the fact that we were in a public place,
oblivious to everything except the cock filling her up, giving her so
much pleasure.
	Drawn by Suzanne's cries, a crowd had started to gather,
watching interestedly as I screwed Suzanne.  The women were scornful,
the men envious.  But nobody could leave.
	As I approached orgasm, Suzanne disengaged her cunt from my
cock and turned around to face me.  Without a word, she grasped my
cock in her hands and jacked it furiously at her face.  I exploded in
orgasm, and massive streams of ropy come shot from my prick to splash
across Suzanne's face and chest.  She eagerly sucked down what she
could, and used her fingers to gather up the rest and put it in her
mouth.  Her eyes closed and her body shook as she orgasmed from the
taste of my jism, collapsing to the ground in ecstasy.
	The crowd watched, awestruck at the sight of the cock-craving
slut taking her man's spunk on her face and gobbling it down.  I paid
them no attention as my orgasm wound down, my last few spurts of come
landing on Suzanne's sleek legs.  She lay on the ground, shaking as
her orgasm rumbled through her body.  I stood over her, exhausted,
slowly replacing my cock in my pants and zipping up my fly.
	When at last she came down from her orgasm, Suzanne sat up
quickly and looked around, realizing for the first time the crowd that
had gathered.  Her embarassment caused her to recover from the
aphrodisiac quickly.  She stood up, blushing in humiliation, and
quickly smoothed her skirt down to cover her soaked pussy.  Her face
and tits were still shiny with my come.  A thin strand of pussy juice
dripped from the opening in her skirt down to the ground.  Walking
slowly, taking my time, I led her away from the crowd, back to the
car.  "What a slut," somebody exclaimed behind us.  Suzanne gripped my
arm tighter, her cheeks burning in humiliation.

	Suzanne's attitude when she wasn't primed for sex remained
constant throughout this whole period -- a sort of resigned
indifference.  She didn't enjoy looking and acting like a slut, but if
that's what I wanted, she was willing to do it to keep the sex coming.
She was remarkably cooperative, always doing things immediately and
correctly the first time.  I never had to raise my voice to her.  She
had come to believe that the situation between us was stable.  I got
to do almost whatever I wanted with her body, including occasionally
humiliating her in public, and if she acted cheerful about it, she got
to experience mind-blowing orgasms.  She seemed content to live the
rest of her life that way.
	Unfortunately for her, it wasn't going to be that easy.

Chapter 4
=========
Spreading the wealth


	After I'd spent a month or two enjoying the benefits of having
my own private whore ready for me at a moment's notice, I decided it
was time to break out of the rut and start the next phase of Suzanne's
training.  I was counting on this next stage of Suzanne's education to
push her over the edge, forcing her to rebel so that I could exert
full control over her.  Two months to the day after I'd first fucked
her without drugs, I took her back to the Japanese restaurant we'd
eaten at that night.
	I had reserved a private room again.  The food was as good as
I'd remebered it.  I made pleasant small talk, and Suzanne pretended
to enjoy it.  After dinner, I sent the waiter away, and stood up.
	Suzanne, well-trained by this point, immediately got up and
walked over to me, ready to be fucked.  Placing my hands on her firm
ass, I picked her up and set her on the edge of the table.  She leaned
back and hitched her skirt up, preparing for my entry into her juicy
pussy.
	I rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs apart so
that I could enter easily.  Pulling my hard cock out of my pants, I
placed it at the entrance to her cunt, teasing her.  She started to
moan as she got hot, begging me to fuck her.
	Suddenly there was a beeping from my belt.  I reached down and
unhooked a small pager, pretending to look at the display.  Suzanne
had opened her eyes and was arched around looking at me questioningly.
"Alannnn... do it..."
	"I'm sorry, honey; that's my beeper.  It's probably important,
or they wouldn't have paged me at dinnertime.  I'd better go answer
it."  I zipped up my fly.
	"No... I need it... baad..." she moaned, writhing on the
table.
	"I'm sorry, but I really need to take care of this.  I'll tell
you what:  you stay there just like that.  I'll go make a phone call
and then I'll come right back and take care of you.  Don't touch
yourself, and don't move from that spot.  You stay in exactly that
position, okay?"
	"Hurryyyyyyyyyy..."
	"Okay, I'll be right back."  I opened the door and stepped
into the hall.  Leaving the door slightly ajar, I strode off down the
hall.
	I cooled my heels for a few minutes in the lobby before
creeping back up the hall to peek through the crack between the door
and the frame.  My hot little tramp was lying exactly where I'd left
her, breathing heavily, occasionally letting out a soft moan.  Her
legs were far apart, and her snatch was wide open, begging to be
fucked from behind.  Perfect.
	I walked back down the hall to the restaurant lobby, where our
waiter, who'd earlier informed us that his name was Rick, was hitting
on the cute hostess.  Rick was a fairly well-built guy of average
height with trim blond hair.  By his age, I guessed he was a college
student.  "Rick," I called.
	He turned, saw me, and walked over.  "Sir?  What can I do for
you?" he asked attentively.
	"Rick," I began, "you seem like a nice guy.  Can I trust you
with an important job?"
	He hesitated a second before cheerfully responding.  "Of
course, sir!  What can I do for you?" he said, repeating his earlier
question.
	I lowered my voice conspiratorially.  "Well, it's kind of
complicated.  You've had your share of girlfriends, I'm sure, haven't
you, Rick?"
	"Yes...yes I have, sir."
	"So, then, you're not a... uh... a virgin, are you?" I asked,
pretending to be a bit uncomfortable.
	"Ah, no, I'm... I'm not." he responded, omitting the "sir" for
the first time.
	"Well, have you, um... ever had a girlfriend who
wanted... uh... wanted something unusual?"
	Rick frowned, puzzled.  "I'm not sure what you mean, sir."
	"Well, you know, like... a girl who enjoyed... having her feet
rubbed.  I mean, everybody likes a good foot rub, but, you know, some
women _really_ enjoy it?"
	"Oh, uh... yes, I think I see what you mean.  Yes, I
suppose I've run into that sort of thing once or twice."
	"Okay, so you know what I'm talking about.  Well, you see, my
wife, whom you no doubt remember..."
	"Yes, yes.  Very attractive woman, sir, if you don't mind my
saying so."
	"Thank you, Rick.  Well, see, she likes..." I lowered my voice
even further "... strangers."
	Rick frowned for a minute before he figured it out.  "Ah,
okay, yes, I understand."
	"Good, good.  So anyway, today's her birthday, and I wanted to
arrange a little surprise.  Could you... uh... help me out, if you
catch my drift."
	"Mmmm... you want me to... uh... be the stranger?"
	"Yes, yes, that's exactly it."
	"I suppose I could do that, sir."
	"Great, great.  You're a good man, Rick.  Here's what you do.
My wife, she really likes a surprise, see?  So right now she's lying
on the table in our dining room, all... uh... ready.  See, I pretended
to have a beeper emergency just as we were about to... uh... do what
you're going to do with her.  And she promised me she'd be waiting in
that exact position when I got back.  She won't be able to see you,
the way she's lying.  So what you have to do is sneak in there real
quiet-like and just... do it.  Remember, she likes a surprise, so
don't make any noise until you're... doing it.  And don't say
anything, no matter what.  Just keep on going.  When you're done, just
leave, and then go make yourself scarce.  It'll be...  more
romantic... if she doesn't see you again.  Got all that?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"Okay, you go on back and do that.  Here's enough to cover the
meal, and a little... compensation for your trouble," I said, stuffing
two hundred-dollar bills in his shirt pocket.
	"Okay.  So I should go now, sir?"
	"Yes.  Leave the door open just a crack.  I'll follow you and
watch through the crack in the door to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Remember, be absolutely quiet until you start going."
	"Okay, sir."  Rick squared his shoulders and walked up the
hall toward our room.  I waited ten seconds before following.  When I
got to the door, I peered through the crack.  Suzanne was lying in the
same position I'd left her in, legs spread far apart, cunt invitingly
exposed.
	Rick stood behind her, staring at her glistening cunt.
Slowly, and with the utmost care, he pushed down his pants, being
careful not to make any noise.  Suzanne was moaning so loudly, though,
that I doubt she'd have heard anything softer than a voice.
	Rick positioned himself behind her, examining her pert little
ass facing up at him.  It occurred to me that Rick might be an ass
man.  God, I hoped not.  I didn't need to deal with that just yet.
	Fortunately, Rick didn't do anything creative.  He took a deep
breath, put his hands on her legs, and plunged his cock into Suzanne's
pussy.  She squealed in delight at his entry and gave a long groan of
pleasure.
	Rick froze, apparently shocked by the massage he was getting
from the muscles of Suzanne's cunt.  She was always quick to start
milking once a cock was in her.  After a few seconds, Suzanne got
impatient and started thrusting at Rick, begging to have her pussy
pumped.  Rick snapped out of it and began to thrust in a slow rhythm.
Suzanne matched his thrusts and pushed against him.  Gradually, Rick
picked up the pace, slamming his dick into her with more and more
force.
	Rick's cock was about the same thickness as mine, but at least
two inches shorter.  Suzanne had assumed he was me during the slow,
shallow strokes at the beginning, but when they started really going
at it, she suddenly opened her eyes.  I guess she realized that when
his balls slapped her ass, the deepest part of her cunt was still
unfilled.  Still thrusting at his cock, still moaning in pleasure with
every movement, Suzanne arched her head and shoulders around to look
behind her.
	An expression of shock crossed her face when she saw Rick
behind her instead of me.  Rick took no notice, and continued to pound
his cock into her cunt.  She actually froze for a moment, completely
stunned.  After a second or two, though, her body took over and began
to thrust back at Rick again as she neared orgasm.  Though her
conscious mind was probably alarmed at being fucked by a stranger, her
body's trained reactions were in control.
	Rick cried out in pleasure as he came.  An instant later,
Suzanne's eyes closed and her body shook in a powerful orgasm, the
strongest she'd had in a long time.  Rick's sperm overflowed from her
cunt as she collapsed to the table, moaning in pleasure.  I'd slipped
a half-dose of aphrodisiac (the first she'd had in months) into her
after-dinner drink to ensure that she would remember this episode as
being particularly pleasurable.  Rick collapsed on top of her.
	Rick remained on top of her for a few minutes, then kissed her
shoulder and stood up.  I walked back down the hall to the lobby and
waited for him to emerge.
	He did so half a minute later, looking a little disheveled,
but basically all right.  I congratulated him and gave him an extra
hundred for doing such a fine job.  The hostess watched us, confused.
I sent Rick on his way, and told him to stay out of sight for at least
ten minutes.  Then I headed back down the hall to our room and walked
nonchalantly through the door.
	"Okay, honey, I'm ready to... Oh, my God!  Suzanne!  Are you
all right?" I feigned alarm.
	She lay dazed on the table, Rick's semen dripping from her
still-open pussy.
	"Honey!  Honey!  What happened?" I asked, shaking her.
	She lifted her head wearily to face me.  "Other guy..." she
muttered.  "Thought... it was you..."
	"Oh, my God, were you raped?"
	She got a thoughtful expression, as though considering the
possibility for the first time.  She shrugged.  "Guess so."  She was
so dazed that she didn't seem to know whether that was good or bad.
	I tried to look stunned.  "Well, are you hurt?"
	"Nnnno."
	I sighed, pretending relief.  "Let's get you out of here,
honey."  I helped her to her feet and straightened out her clothes.
She allowed herself to be led back to the lobby and out of the
restaurant.  The hostess saw Suzanne's disheveled state, put two and
two together, and gave me a look of shock and disgust.  "You are a
sick person," she informed me self-righteously.
	"Well, I hope you'll pardon us for not paying our bill after
one of your waiters raped my wife," I retorted.  I hurried out the
door before she could respond.
	I didn't fuck Suzanne for the rest of that night and the next
day.  I wanted the episode to sink in.  Not only had she been on the
aphrodisiac, in order to ensure a powerful orgasm, she'd also been on
neural enhancer, in order to imprint the pleasure she experienced from
the cock of a stranger.  It was time to resume her training.

	The next night we went to the opera again.  As had been the
case with our first visit, we arrived half an hour early.  So once
again, we each had a glass of champagne while we were waiting.  And,
of course, hers contained the two drugs.
	Ten minutes after the show started, I grabbed her arm and led
her briskly out of the theater and into the lobby.  Ushering her
through the door into the reception room we'd fucked in the last time,
I told her to wait there for me.  By this time, of course, my trained
sex-toy was already hot and desperate to be used.
	After closing the door, I went down a nearby access hall to
the storeroom where the caterers had set up the kitchen. It was empty
at the moment, except for the teenager who'd walked in on us last
time.  I smiled.  This was most fortunate.
 I walked up to the guy and asked him his name.  "L-Larry, sir,"
he said, his voice cracking.  Ah, puberty.
 "Well, Larry," I said, handing him a fifty-dollar bill, "walk
through that door," I paused and pointed to the door leading to the
reception hall, "in exactly five minutes.  Than do exactly what I tell
you."  I turned and walked away before he could respond.
 I circled around and entered the reception room through the
main doors.  Suzanne, apparently getting pretty hot by this time,
greeted me with a smothering kiss, grinding her pelvis against me.
She hadn't been fucked since the night before in the restaurant, and I
think it was really bothering her.  A woman has needs, and by this
time, Suzanne had the needs of ten women.
 Once again, I lifted her up onto the edge of the table.  She
lay down on her back and pulled up the dress she'd been wearing.  I
spread her lags apart and tickled her moist pussy.  She squirmed and
began to moan.  I wanted to make sure she really enjoyed this.
 I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid cock.  Placing the
head gently between her cunt lips, I put the slightest amount of
pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pleaded with me.  "Oh, Alan,
pleeeeease... I need it..."
	As soon as I heard that, I slammed my cock into her pussy.
Suzanne's cunt muscles began to squeeze and caress it, trying to milk
all the come they could out of my prick.  After a minute, I pulled
out.
	Suzanne whimpered at the emptiness of her pussy.  I climbed up
on the table and dropped to my hands and knees.  Positioning my body
at right angles to Suzanne's, I placed my crotch directly over her
face.
	Suzanne immediately took my prick into her mouth and began to
suck.  The cock in her mouth made haer forget about her empty cunt.
She swirled her tongue excitedly around the tip of my dick.  At that
moment, the service door opened and Larry walked in.
	Several emotions crossed his acne-ridden face.  The first was
shock.  That lasted for a few seconds before gradually being replaced
by lust.  Lust gave way to recognition as he looked at my face again.
	I made a shushing gesture, and then crooked my finger at him.
He shook out of his stupor and tiptoed over to stand near me.  Suzanne
was completely oblivious to his presence.  Her eyes were closed and
she was concentrating on my cock in her mouth.
	I looked at Larry as I pointed to Suzanne's wide-open cunt.
He looked uncertain.  I gave him a look of exasperation, pointed at
his crotch, and then pointed at Suzanne's cunt.  He walked over to
stand in front of Suzanne's glistening, ready pussy.  Still uncertain,
he looked at me again, and pointed at Suzanne's cunt with a
questioning look on his face.  I gave him a big nod.  He's have to do
it soon, or else Suzanne would've already orgasmed from my cock.
	Larry slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid dick.
He placed it in front of Suzanne's cunt and hesitated, looking up at
me again.  I silently mouthed the words "Fuck her!" at him.  He looked
down at her cunt again, gulped, and sank his cock deep into her.
	Suzanne's mouth froze around my dick.  She struggled to lift
her head, but I had positioned myself so that my cock pinned her to
the ground.  My body prevented her from seeing Larry, who was
similarly frozen, a look of awe on his face.  I gestured at him,
trying to tell him to start pumping.  Slowly, he got the idea, and
began to take long slow strokes in and out of Suzanne's pussy.
	After another second or two, Suzanne slowly resumed sucking on
my dick.  Soon she was back in the swing of things, swirling her
tongue around my cockhead, while her hips thrust against Larry's
strokes.  Larry and Suzanne began to move faster as she approached
orgasm.  She sucked harder and harder on my dick, moving her head up
and down as far as she could without banging it on the table.
	Larry moaned as he bagan to come, and I shot my wad down
Suzanne's throat at the same time.  Seconds later, she orgasmed,
squirming beneath us on the table.  When she had come down, I motioned
to Larry to leave.  He withdrew his cock from her cunt, zipped up his
pants, and hurried out.  I lifted myself off of Suzanne's face and got
to my feet.  Suzanne was in the same daze she'd been in after Rick
fucked her.  I helped her to her feet, and straightened out her
clothes.
	I didn't bother going back to the opera; I just led Suzanne
down to the garage and to my car.  I knew we weould need to be
someplace private when Suzanne came out of her slut mode and got
angry.
	This happened when we got home.  As soon as I had closed the
door behind us, she whirled to face me.  "You had absolutely no right
to do what you did tonight!" she declared angrily.  It was the first
time she'd ever taken that tone with me.
	At last, I knew, I could finally esablish the proper
relationship between us.  "Do what?" I asked innocently.
	"You know damn well what I'm talking about!"
	I put a concerned look on my face, though I was smiling
inside.  "I'm afraid I don't, honey.  What's the matter?"
	"You had that guy come in and... do that to me.  And you just
let him do it.  And you sent that waiter in last night, too, didn't
you?"  She pointed a finger at me accusingly.
	I sighed.  "Yes, honey, I did," I said in a tone of admission.
"I thouht you'd enjoy it."
	"Well, I didn't!"
	"Come on, honey, you know you did."  I decided to push a
little.  "You enjoyed getting fucked by those guys.  And I bet you'd
enjoy getting fucked by other guys.  What's the matter with a man
trying to make the woman he loves happy?"  It was the first time I'd
used the "F-word" with her, and she was shocked.
	"How dare you!  What do you think I am, some kind of slut?"
	Time to go for broke.  "Frankly, yes.  You have a need to be
fucked as much as possible.  The slightest touch gets you horny, and
when you aren't getting your pussy reamed by my cock, you're either
rubbing your tits against it, or sucking on it.  And the mere touch of
my semen..."
	"Get out!" she screamed.
	"Honey, I don't think..."
	"I said get out!  Or I'll call the police."
	I shrugged.  "Okay, if that's the way you want it."  I went
back to the bedroom, picked up my suitcase, and walked back out to the
front door.  "Here's my address," I said, placing a card on the phone
table.  "Come by anytime you change your mind."
	She glared at me coldly.  "Get out."
	"Suit yourself," I said as I walked out the door, a big smile
on my face.

	I figured she would be crawling back to me within twenty-four
hours.  But the next evening, she hadn't come, and I started to worry.
There was nothing I could do.  Calling her would only weaken my
position.  I had to stand firm.  It wasn't until the second evening
after the argument, when the rain was pouring down otuside, that I
heard a knock at my door.
	It was Suzanne.  She was wearing a yellow poncho and a
matching hat.  It was kind of cute.  I noticed red heels peeking out
under the bottom of the poncho.  "Hi," she said softly.
	"Hi," I responded.  "Come on in."
	She walked in and I closed the door.
	"Let me help you off with that," I said.
	"No, I'd prefer to keep it on for now," she replied.
	I shrugged.  "Suit yourself."  There was a long pause.
	"Alan," she said at last, "I'm... I'm sorry I got so upset
with you.  I... I realize now that you were j-just trying to make me
feel good.  S-so let's just forget it happened, okay?" She looked at
me pleadingly.  "I miss you."
	I waited a few seconds before responding.  "I miss you, too,
Suzanne.  But I can't go back to your place anymore.  However, if you
agree to follow my rules, you can move in here with me."
	She was silent for a long time.  "Wh-what are the rules?" she
stammered.
	"I can't tell you unless you promise to do exactly as I say
from now on, without hesitation, no matter what I ask you to do.
Anything I want."
	She paused.  "Alan, can't we just forget what happened and go
back to the way it was?  You liked it that way, didn't you?  Look,
I'll even do it with other men, if it makes you happy.  I... I admit I
enjoyed it.  I w-want to do it again.  Please, Alan?"
	I fought to keep myself from lauging and lost.  Here was
Suzanne, the quiet, reserved Montana girl, promising to fuck other men
if only I'd take her back.  "You really are the little slut, aren't
you?"  She looked away as if she'd been slapped, her cheeks burning in
humiliation.  "No, Suzanne, we can't go back to that," I continued.
"You had your chance with that, and you blew it.  This is the only way
now.  You can either agree to my terms, agree to do whatever I ask,
eagerly and without hesitation, or you can walk out that door and
never see me again."
	She didn't speak for over a minute.  Then, finally, almost
inaudibly, "All right.  I promise."
	"You promise to do whatever I tell you, immediately and
without question?"
	"Y-yes."
	"All right.  Here is the way it's going to be.  Repeat
everything after me.  From now on, you are going to be my slave."
	"What?" she shrieked.
	"You've already promised to do whatever I want.  But, if you
don't like it, I'll still let you leave if you want, and never see me
again."
	She stared at me as though she thought I was joking.  I met
her gaze with a stern look.  She realized I was serious and the
incredulity on her face gave way to fear.  "Y-you can't mean that,
Alan," she stammered.
	"I do mean it, Suzanne.  Maybe you should just leave and we'll
forget we ever knew each other," I said, reaching to open the door.
	"No!" she yelled, grabbing my arm.  We stood there, frozen,
for several tense moments .  At last, Suzanne took a deep, shuddering
breath.  "I... I'll do it.  I'll be your s-s-s..." She spat the last
word out.  "... slave."
	"All right, then," I responded, lowering my arm.  "Repeat what
I just told you."
	"I... I am your s-slave."
	"You are my bitch."
	"I..." She took another deep breath.  "I am your bitch."
	"You are my slut."
	"I am your s-slut."
	"You have no will of your own."
	"I have no will of my own."  She was beginning to shake with fear.
	"You are a fuck doll, whose sole purpose is to be used by men
for their pleasure."
	Her eyes reddened.  "I am... a f-fuck doll.  My purpose
is... to be used by men for their p-pleasure."
	"You are my sex toy, to play with however I want."
	"I am your... sex toy, to play with however you want."
	"You will be fucked whenever, wherever, and by whomever I
chose."
	She choked back a sob.  "I will be f-fucked whenever,
wherever, and by whomever you choose."
	"From now on, your name is Suzi."
	She looked up at me, a tear rolling down her cheek.
	"Say it," I commanded.
	"M-my name is Suzi."
	"Suzi the slut."
	"S-Suzi the s-slut."
	"You will always refer to yourself in the third person, as
Suzi, or slave, or slut, or bitch, or anything else."
	"I will always refer to myself in the third person..."
	"All right.  You don't have to repeat any more.  From now on,
whenever we are alone, you will address me as 'master'.  Do you
understand?"
	"Y-Yes." she said through her tears.
	"Yes, what?"
	"Yes, m-master."
	"Now, slave.  Tell me why you came over here."
	"B-becuase I... need it."
	"Third person," I admonished.
	"S-Suzi needs it."
	"Needs what, bitch?  I can't do anything unless Suzi tells me
what it is that she wants.  What does Suzi need me to do?"
	"Suzi needs you to... f-f-f-fuck h-her, master."
	"Using what part of my body?  And use some adjectives, like
'hard'."
	"P-please fuck Suzi with your hard... p-penis?"
	I had to laugh at that.  "Suzi, a doctor uses the word
'penis'.  A slut uses a different word."
	"F-fuck suzi with your hard c-c-cock."
	Good enough for now.  "Take off that poncho, Suzi."
	The newly rechristened Suzi unbuttoned the poncho and dropped
it to the floor.  I was amazed to discover that she was wearing her
"candy" outfit.  She must've been pretty horny when she got dressed
this morning.
	"Now come over here and suck my cock, bitch," I demanded.
	Suzi eagerly fell to her knees in front of me.  She unzipped
my fly and pulled out my hard shaft.  She was about to put it in her
mouth when I stopped her.  "Tell me what you want to do."
	"I..." She caught herself.  "Suzi wants to suck your cock,
master."  I looked at her, waiting for more.  "Please let Suzi suck
your big cock."  She looked at me pleadingly.
	I smiled.  "All right, slut, go ahead."  She eagerly pounced
on my meat, slurping at it like she hadn't had it days.  Which I guess
she hadn't.  I was swiftly aroused by her skillful blowjob.  Her
dextrous tongue tickled my shaft as her head bobbed up and down.
	I stopped as I was about to come and pulled my shaft out of
her mouth.  She looked up at me.
	"What do you want now, slave?"
	The feel of my cock in her mouth had sent her into slut mode
by now.  She was desperate for me to come in her, so she spoke quickly
and eagerly.  "Suzi wants you to come in her mouth, master.  Please
let Suzi swallow your hot come."
	Suzi was learning fast.  "All right, bitch, take your master's
come."  She put my cock back into her mouth just as I started to come,
sending hot, sticky wads of jism down her throat.  Suzi orgasmed as I
finished, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she eagerly sucked
down every last drop of come.
	"Did you enjoy that, slut?" I asked.
	"Yes, m-master.  Suzi enjoyed tasting your c-come in her
m-mouth."  A dribble of jism ran out of Suzi's mouth and down her chin
as she spoke.
	"Lie on the couch, whore." I commanded.  Suzi scampered over
to the couch and lay down on it, her glistening wet pussy exposed.  I
sat down in a chair next to her, gazing at the soft folds of her cunt.
She needed it.  I wasn't ready, though.  "What do you want, now,
slave?"
	"S-Suzi wants to be fucked."
	"Be more descriptive."
	"Suzi needs to have her c-cunt fucked by her master's hard
cock."
	She was getting good at this.  Clearly, she was quite aroused.
I had a suspicion I wanted to investigate.  "When was the last time
you had your cunt fucked, whore?"
 "L-last night, m-master."  She was clearly quite nervous about
this, but also excited.
 So!  She'd managed to stay away from me so long by fucking
other men.  "Tell me about it, slave."
 "I went to a..."  She caught herself and started over.  "Suzi
went to a bar wearing a leather s-skirt and h-heels."
 "Why did you wear them, bitch?"
 "S-Suzi wore them to get f-fucked.  D-dressing like a w-whore
makes men want to f-fuck Suzi"
 "I see.  And how many men fucked you?"
 "Th-three."
 "Where?"
 "One in the p-parking lot, t-two in a m-motel room."
 "What were their names?"
 "D-don't know."
 "So you fucked three men last night, not even knowing their
names."
 "Y-yes, master."
	"What does that make you?"
	"A s-slut."
	My dick was getting hard again.  "Do you want to get fucked?"
	"Y-yes, master.  P-please fuck Suzi."  She was squirming on
the couch, thrusting her hips at an imaginary cock.
	"Then tell me what you are, and make it good."
	The bitch needed no encouragement.  "S-Suzi is a horny slut
who always needs to be fucked.  Suzi needs a hot cock inside her.
Suzi is a bitch who needs to taste hot, sticky come.  P-please fuck
Suzi's hot pussy, master!"
	I was near the bursting point.  Rising from my chair, I pulled
Suzi off the couch and thrust her to the floor.  She immediately got
on her hands and knees, presenting her dripping pussy to me.  I
roughly grabbed her hips as I slammed my cock into her silky cunt.
	Suzi screamed with pleasure.  "Oh, fuck Suzi, master!  Fuck
your slut with your hard cock!  Ohhh... master's cock feels so good in
Suzi's cunt!  Nnnngh!  Fuck Suuuuziiii!"  I reached under Suzi and
grabbed her tits, using them as leverage to thrust my dick into her as
hard as possible.  She writhed in pleasure on my cock, slamming her
hips against me as forcefully as she could.
	Suzi came as she felt the first spurt of jism explode from my
cock.  "Yes!  Yes!  Shoot your come into Suzi's hot cunt!" she yelled.
"Fill your slut's wet pussy with your jism!  Yes!"  Suzi's cunt
muscles clenched tightly at my dick as my creamy load shot into her
belly, milking it dry.  I collapsed on top of her, exhausted, my
still-hard cock filling Suzi's pussy.
	After catching my breath, I pulled my come-covered cock out of
her cunt and pulled myself up to sit on the couch.  "Clean my cock,
slave," I commanded.
	"Yes, master," Suzi responded.  Dutifully, she crawled up next
to me on the couch and began licking my soft shaft, gathering up the
come and pussy juice covering it and slurping them down eagerly.  Ropy
strings of come dripped from her wet pussy onto the leather of the
couch.

	I took my new fuck doll back to the bedroom and made use of
her three more times that night.  Each time, I got her hot, then made
her beg for my cock.  "Please, master, fill Suzi's hot, wet cunt with
your big thick cock," she would ask, and I would oblige by reaming my
slut's cunt.  "Please, master, fill Suzi's slutty cunt with your
sticky come," she would beg, and I would have no choice but to shoot
my jism into her hungry pussy.  But at the end, she asked me to "fuck
Suzi's tits and shoot your come all over your bitch's hot, slutty
face," and I knew I had a winner.

Chapter 5
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Suzi

	The next several days were spent wiping out all traces of
Suzanne.  I moved the clothes I had bought her to my apartment, and
put them in a closet which I designated as Suzi's.  I put the
cosmetics and jewelry into a vanity table I'd purchased just for her.
The rest of her stuff I sold to a local thrift shop for cash.
	Suzi and I went to Suzanne's bank to close her accounts.  I
threw out the cashier's check.  It was a trivial amount of money
compared to what I had, and cashing it would just leave a trail that
Suzanne's relatives could follow if they ever tried to track her down.
We cancelled the lease on her apartment without leaving a forwarding
address.
	Once Suzanne had been erased from existence, I set Suzi up on
her new daily schedule.  I got ahold of some videotapes of
professional strippers preforming, as well as a video camera, and set
up one of the extra rooms of my apartment as a practice studio for
Suzi.  She was to teach herself to dance and striptease by watching
the tapes.  The camera was for her to watch herself doing it, so she
could refine her technique.
	I also bought a tanning bed, so that she could get a smooth,
even tan without having to leave the apartment, and a treadmill and a
few exercise machines, to keep her in shape.  I set up an exercise
regimen for her, emphasizing overall conditioning, to build her
stamina.  In addition, I had her do a lot of chest development
exercises, in the hope of doing something about those small tits of
hers, as well as some legwork to build up her ass.
	Suzi followed the same routine every day.  She would get up in
the morning and serve me breakfast, after which I would usually fuck
her either in the mouth or the cunt (but only after she begged me to).
She would spend the rest of the morning practicing her dancing, eat a
healthy lunch, and then practice for several more hours in the
afternoon.  Usually I would interrupt this at some point to fuck her,
again making her beg before entering her.  After she'd put in her
eight hours of dance practice, she'd spend an hour in the tanning bed,
followed by an hour of physical workout.  Then she'd fix and serve me
dinner.
	Some evenings I would take Suzi out for dinner and to a movie,
but not nearly as often as I had with Suzanne.  Most evenings, we
would stay home and she would watch porno films, studying the way the
women in them behaved.  We went to bed early, so that I could give her
one or two training fucks and still let her get plenty of sleep.
Throughout the day, she was expected to keep herself looking sexy and
ready to be fucked, like a good little slut.  Once Suzi had settled
into her routine, I started up the training again.

	I walked into the bedroom to find my slut waiting for me on
the bed.  As per my instructions of half an hour ago, she was wearing
a tight black halter top cut so low that it almost exposed her
nipples, a shiny red leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-covering
black leather "fuck me" boots, with her standard five-inch heels.  The
top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the skirt was
pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy.  Excellent.
	"Doggie style, bitch," I commanded.  Suzi quickly obeyed,
rising to her hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up into the air.
Here eyes were closed in expectation, anticipating the warm cock that
her excited pussy needed so badly.  Suzi's training was coming along
well, and she was rapidly developing the proper attitude toward sex.
That is to say, she was learning that her body was a toy for me to use
for my pleasure, and that the only way she would ever experience
pleasure herself was by being used in this way, as an object for sex.
	But there was still a significant portion of her original
emotional makeup intact, fighting inside her against what she was
becoming.  This remnant of Suzanne was still in control of Suzi's body
whenever she wasn't aroused, which was still a majority of the time.
And while Suzi was almost always happy, content in her role as a slut
and a whore, Suzanne was depressed and miserable.  She never rebelled
or disobeyed me, but it was obvious from her manner that she was
unhappy.  She went about her chores, her dance practice, and her
exercises with a dogged determination, in fear of what might happen
should she fail rather than out of a true love of what she was doing.
	But Suzi _loved_ her work.  And that was why she was winning
the battle between the two.  When it came time for me to make use of
my slut, the weary, depressed Suzanne was all to eager to give way to
the bright, energetic, cock-craving Suzi.  And every time Suzi was
brought forth, she grew stronger and Suzanne grew weaker.  Even though
Suzanne doubtless knew that by surrendering control to the slut she
was dooming herself, she was still more than happy to give it up when
the time came, out of sheer misery.  It was form a suicide.  Suzanne
knew that, and she didn't mind.
	So as a result, she was always craving use around bedtime,
when I would come in to give her her lessons for the day.  She knew
that soon she would be a come-hungry nymphomaniac, experiencing pure
pleasure as she sucked on a cock, or had her pussy reamed fast and
hard.  Tonight, however, she was in for a surprise.
	I climbed up behind her on the bed and pulled a tube of
vaseline out of my pocket.  She couldn't see me from her position.  I
spread a liberal amount of vaseline on the fingers of my right hand.
With my left hand, I gently began to rub Suzi's pink little clit.  She
moaned in response, thrusting her hips back at me, trying to fuck my
fingers, trying to get anything she could into her cunt.  Carefully, I
brought my right hand down to her ass, slowly rubbing her anus.
	Suzi started at the touch of the cool lotion in an unfamiliar
location, jerking her body as she craned her head and shoulders around
to look at me.  I slapped her ass.  "Sit still, slut!  Just relax, and
this won't hurt."
	Suzi whimpered and returned to her position.  She was tense,
though, scared at the prospect of somthing unfamiliar.  Slowly,
carefully, I slipped a vaseline-covered finger into her rectum.
	She screeched in fear but did not move.  "That's a good girl,
Suzi," I told her.  "Good little slut.  Just relax..."  I continued to
maneuver my finger around inside her, trying to spread the lotion as
much as possible.  When I had done as good a job as I would ever be
able to, I pulled my finger out and wiped off the excess lotion.
	"Now, then, Suzi," I said, speaking in my calmest voice, "this
won't hurt if you just relax..."  I began rubbing her clit again,
eliciting moans once more.  But her cries carried a tinge of fear in
them.  I rubbed her harder, trying to bring her off more strongly,
trying to get her to relax.  I placed the head of my stiff cock at the
entrance to her rectum.  Removing my hand from her clit, I spread her
ass cheeks as far apart as I could, opening her up as much as possible
for my entry.  Suzi was trembling in fear now, having figured out what
was going on.  I reached a hand forward and pushed her chest and
shoulders down into the bed, giving me the best possible entry angle.
As gently as I could, I pushed the head of my cock into her ass.
	She screamed in pain at my entry.  I moved my left hand to her
clit, trying to bring her off and calm her down.  It was slow going,
but eventually she stopped screaming and settled into a soft
whimpering.  Her ass was incredibly tight around my cockhead.  God, it
felt great!  Slowly, I pushed another inch into her lubricated
asshole.
	She screamed anew, and it took another minute to calm her
down.  I continued to finger her, trying to bring her up the road to
orgasm.  I whispered gently to her.  "A good little slut knows how to
take a cock up her ass."  Suzi mewled in pleasure and pain.
	Inch by inch I entered her asshole, stopping after every new
thrust to calm her down and bring back to some amount of pleasure.
This was easier than it would normally have been, thanks to the
aphrodisiac, but it was still slow going.  The walls of her ass
squeezed around me with an intense pressure.
	When I had pushed my full ten inches into her, I slowly,
slowly, began to fuck her ass, continually rubbing her clit.  I kept
it slow to minimize the pain, but she was still squealing in fear
almost constantly.  After I'd been inside her for nearly half an
hour, I brought her to orgasm as I shot my sperm into her ass.  As
usual, she was under the Pavlov drug, and so she was learning, slowly,
to enjoy having her ass fucked.
	I waited for my cock to soften.  With an audible pop, I pulled
out of her ass and lay down beside her.  She was softly crying.
"Listen to me," I told her.  Here eyes opened and she looked fearfully
at me.  I continued.  "That hurt, but in time you'll grow used to it."
I held out the bottle of vaseline to her.  "It would have hurt a lot
more without this.  From now on, you will keep yourself lubricated
with this at all times.  If I ever check, and find you dry, I'll do it
to your right there, and it will hurt.  Understand?"
	She nodded meekly, still in shock over what had happened.  I
smiled.  "You're becoming a fine little slut, Suzi."

	In general, I wasn't very interested in anal sex.  I was
teaching Suzi to take a cock up her ass because it would be useful
skill in her new line of work, not because it was something I had a
particular thing for.
	Over the next week, I continued to train her in this
technique.  Always, I fingered her clit as I fucked her ass, using the
Pavlov drug to cause a pleasure association to form in her brain,
teaching her to orgasm at the feel of come in her ass.  The bitch was
so tight down there I found myself enjoying the action despite my
general lack of interest in this sort of thing.

	One afternoon during this period, I got a phone call.  The
caller was a middle-aged businessman calling from a hotel, repsonding
to an ad for "Adult Services" I had placed in the local paper.  We
verbally, danced around for a few minutes, ascertaining each other's
bona fides.  When we finally got down to it, I told him Suzi was
avaiable for a massage at $200 for a full hour, plus tips.  He agreed,
told me where he was staying, and I promised Suzi would be there in an
hour.
 Her first job!  I hadn't expected it to come so soon.  The
customer was interested in someone trashy, so I had Suzi put on one of
her slutty outfits, a new one I'd purchased recently.  It consisted of
a shiny silver slip dress that left the gap in her cleavage
well-exposed and just barely covered her ass, a pair of black fishnet
stockings, and two shiny elbow-length gloves.  It was fully
accessorized with several oversized fake pearl necklaces, a gaudy
bracelet on one wrist, a pair of black hoop earrings, and of course
the ever-present five-inch spiked heels, in black this time.
 After she'd finished touching up her makeup and hair, we drove
to the hotel.  While we drove, I briefed her on the proper way to act,
how to defer to the customer's wishes, and when to ask for money.  I
fixed a small microphone to her left earring, so that I'd be able to
listen in on the action and intervene in case Suzi came into any
danger.
	We got to the hotel.  After Suzi had wrapped herself in a
trenchcoat, we walked throught the lobby to the elevators.  Suzi drew
a number of lustful stares, despite the thick coat hiding her body.
We rode the elevator up to the customer's floor.  I waited around a
corner in the hallway while Suzi knocked on the door.
	I heard the door open, and a male voice say, "Well.  You must
be Suzi."
	"Yes, Mr. Jones.  At your service."
	"Come on in."
	Suzi stepped inside and the door closed.  I moved up to stand
in front of it, ready to enter at a moment's notice.
	"Suzi needs to see your driver's license," I heard her say.
	"Here you go."
	Suddenly it occurred to me that it might seem odd to the
customer for Suzi to be talking about herself in the third person.
Well, shit.  It was too late now.  I'd have to let things go and just
hope it didn't bother him.
	He paid her, including a $200 tip, and offered her a drink.
They sat down and talked.  He tried to start a conversation, asking
her questions about herself, where she was from.  Suzi's responses
were simple and direct.
	"Suzi is a whore.  Suzi is a slut who lives for cock.  Suzi
needs to be fucked."
	After a few tries, he gave up.  "God, you really are just a
little tramp, aren't you?"
	"Oh, yes, Suzi is a little tramp who will do anything for a
cock."
	He was quite turned on by her dirty talk, judging by the
tremor in his voice.  "T-try mine."  I heard the sound of a zipper.
	Suzi's voice.  "Oooh, your cock is so beautiful.  Suzi wants
to suck it.  Can Suzi suck your cock?  Please?"
	"G-go ahead, slut. Oh!"  He grunted in pleasure.  God, I
was getting so horny from listening to this.  I listened intently as
Suzi's customer built to orgasm.  He was really getting into this.
"Take it down your throat, you little slut!  Yes!"  I could only
imagine what was going on.
	After he had finished coming in Suzi's mouth and Suzi had
orgasmed, they settled down for a bit, doing some necking and
fondling.  Soon, she started begging him to fuck her.  He had
absolutely no objections, and did so.  Suzi kept up a monologue all
through the process.
	"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones, your cock feels so good in Suzi's cunt.
Suzi hasn't had a cock in her cunt all day, and this big thick one
feels so good.  Yes!  Use Suzi like the whore she is!  Fuck her slutty
pussy with your wet cock until you shoot your jism into her belly."
The volume of her cries increased as his orgasm built.  "Yes, yes! Ram
your meat into Suzi's wet pussy!  Oh!  Yes, yes, YES!  Shoot your
sticky white come deep into Suzi's cunt!  Yes! YES!  FUCK
SUZIIIIIIIIIIII!"
	They came, and for awhile all I heard was the grunts and
moans of orgasm.  Slowly, they came down.  "That was incredible.  You
are one hot little slut."
	I heard Suzi putting her clothes back on.  A moment later she
walked out the door.  I greeted her with a big smile and a raging
hardon.  Gripping her hand, I led her to the stairwell.
	Unsurprisingly, it was deserted.  Most of the people in the
hotel used the elevators.  I closed the door behind us and unzipped my
pants, freeing my erect cock.  Suzi, still aroused from her recent
fucking, needed no prompting.  She bent over and grabbed the stair
railing, thrusting her pert little ass up in the air.  Not bothering
with any formalities, I lifted her skirt up and slammed my meat into
her moist pussy.
	I fucked her hard and fast in that position for several
minutes.  I was incredibly horny from listening to her fuck that guy
in the hotel room, and my cock was desperate for release.  I placed my
hands on her hips and jerked them violently toward me with every
stroke I took.  Suzi put very little effort into it; she was content
merely to be used like a rag doll, muttering softly to herself.  "Oh,
yeeees, master, fuck Suzi.  Fuck Suzi's slutty cunt with your hard
cock.  Mmmmm."
	After a minute or two of pumping Suzi's cunt up and down on my
shaft, I came explosively, jism spurting from my prick into her tight
cunt.  Suzi screamed in pleasure as her third orgasm in an hour washed
over her, and my come dribbled out of the corners of her pussy.  God,
she was fantastic.

	I continued training Suzi in the fine art of taking a cock up
her ass.  She didn't enjoy it, but as the days passed, she slowly grew
used to it and stopped crying whenever I fucked her there.
	One morning I surprised her by getting up early.  Suzi had
just taken her shower, and was sitting at the vanity table, styling
her hair and putting on her makeup.  Usually I didn't wake up until
almost an hour later, after she'd gotten dressed and fixed breakfast.
	I got up casually and walked over to stand behind her.  She
looked up at me, curious as to why I was up so early.  "Stand up,
slut."  I commanded.  She obeyed, setting down her lipstick and
standing at attention.
	Slowly, I caressed her ass with my hands.  She trembled in
anticipation.  Without warning, I stuck a finger into her anus,
eliciting a shriek from her.  It was dry.
	"Bitch!"
	"Yes, m-master?"
	"What did I tell you about your ass?  What are you supposed to
have in it all times?"
	She started to cry, unable to answer, shaking in fear.
	"I said to keep your ass lubricated at all times, didn't I?"
	"I-I was about to, m-master.  It's just that you don't usually
g-get up this early, and..."
	"All times, bitch!  Now you'll have to suffer the punishment."
	Suzi shrieked and whirled to run.  I grabbed her arm firmly
and threw her to the floor.  She looked up at me in horror, too
frightened to take action, as I knelt above her.
	Roughly, I grabbed her and forced her to her hands and knees.
She was crying in sheer terror.  With one hand I positioned my cock at
the entrance to her dry anus, and with the other I pushed her head and
shoulders down to the floor, giving me the best possible angle of
entry.  When she was positioned just right, I slammed my cock full
force into her tight, dry ass.
	She screamed.  Not the scream of pleasure she usually gave
when I fucked her to orgasm.  Not the scream of fear mixed with
pleasure that she had given when I was teaching her to ass-fuck.  A
scream of pure, excruciating, mind-numbering pain.
	I paused for a second, enjoying her pain as my cock sat inside
her asshole.  Just when her scream started dying, I withdrew and
thrust again, bringing a new wail.  The raw, dry skin of her asshole
ripped and tore in places, and blood spurted from the cuts and gashes.
	Each new thrust brought a new scream.  After awhile, the blood
spread around and acted as a lubricant, lessening teh friction between
my cock and her ass.  At this point, I started fucking her in earnest.
Her screams had descended into sobs and whimpers of pain as I plowed
her ass faster and faster.  Rather than her normal eager bucking and
pumpng, she just lay there, accepting but not welcoming my cock in her
ass.
	The best part of this was that the Suzanne portion of her mind
was in control now, and it was taking the brunt of the pain.  Suzi,
the slutty personality, was in the background.  I had been careful not
to arouse her before raping her ass, in order to be sure that it was
Suzanne I was inflicting pain on.  The damage done to Suzanne would
further sap her will to live, effectively giving Suzi a greater amount
of control over her body.
	I came in her ass, a flood of jism erupting from my engorged
cock.  Suzi - Suzanne, really - just lay there, unresponding, still
crying from the pain.  When I had shot my load, I removed my
blood-and-come covered dick from her ass.
	"Now, then, slut, what have we learned?"
	Her sobs halted, and she looked up fearfully at me.
"Always... keep... Suzi's ass lubricated?" she asked haltingly.
	"Very good.  Now, from now on, you are to lubricate yourself
immediately upon coming out of the shower in the morning.
Understand?"
	"Y-yes, master."
	"Good."   I smiled.  "Now clean off my cock."
	Slowly, wearily, she took my cocok in her hands and began to
suck on it.  A pinkish mixture of fluids dripped from her asshole.  My
cock was soon clean, glistening with her saliva.  Before long, Suzanne
had receded into the background, and an aroused Suzi was sucking
happily on my cock.  I patted her on the head.  "Good girl, Suzi," I
encouraged her.  She smiled around my cock at me.  My eager little
slut was back, stronger than ever.

	From then on, Suzi was always lubricated.  Eventually, she
grew to enjoy it, and by the end of her third week as my live-in slut,
I had her begging to "please stick your hot cock up your bitch's tight
ass, master!"  I'm not particularly an ass-fucking type of guy, as
I've mentioned, but hearing her say that made me eager to cream her
tight little hole.
	I also continued to hire her out as a call girl once or twice
a week.  She typically earned four or five hundred dollars from each
stint.  This was no big windfall, but it was a nice bit of extra
income.  I didn't intend for her to be doing this for very long
anyway; the real purpose of it was to get her used to the idea of
fucking other men.  She would soon be moving on to far more lucrative
activities.

	Around the time of her tenth job as a call girl, I decided
that Suzi's dancing skills had reached the point where they could be
put to use.  I made up a bunch of flyers featuring Suzi's face as she
licked her lips sluttily.  The text read, "The breathtakingly beautiful
Suzi: private dancer available for parties and celebrations.  Deluxe
service."
	The next day Suzi got her first piece of business -- a
bachelor party.  They were in a rush, and they wanted her that night.
I was forced to cancel my dinner reservations, but I was eager to see
Suzi in action, so I agreed.  We dickered over the price, and he gave
me directions and a time to show up.
	I interrupted Suzi's dance practice and told her she had a job
that evening.  She was surprised.  I told her to go put on her red
lingerie and pumps.  She complied and returned to the practice room.
We spent the rest of the afternoon going over her routine.  She was to
burst out of a cake and do a quick striptease act.  Then she was to
sit on the groom's lap and get down and dirty.
	"Now, remeber, slut, the groom just thinks you're an ordinary
stripper who isn't supposed to go very far.  He doesn't know that
you're really a cock-craving whore who's going to fuck him.  So you
have to go slow, or you'll scare him."
	We went through the routine, with me sitting on the chair
playing the part of the groom.  I didn't actually fuck her, because I
wanted her to be extra horny that night.  But it was quite an act of
will to restrain myself.
	We ate a quick dinner, and I gave Suzi an hour to rest before
driving her out to the party.  Before going up to the house, I had her
drink a glass of water with a little bit of aphrodisiac and some of
the Pavlov drug.  "Now, remember, slut, the groom gets to fuck you
first, because it's his special night.  After that, you have to allow
yourself to be fucked by anyone who wants to."
	"Suzi understands, master."
	"Let's go, bitch."
	"Yes, master."
	I rang the doorbell, and was greeted by a young man holding a
beer.  I introduced myself as Suzi's manager.  He told me he was the
older brother of Jeff, the groom, and showed us to the cake.  Suzi
climbed inside, visibly nervous.  I said some reassuring words before
closing the cake.  By the time she had to perform, she'd be horny from
the drugs, and that would take care of her nerves.
	Jeff's brother offered me a beer, which I accepted.  I told
him I'd wait out in the kitchen until the cake was brought out, and
then I'd watch discreetly from the kitchen door.  He shrugged and left
me in the kitchen.

	Half an hour later, the cake was rolled out.  I leaned against
the frame of the kitchen door.  The guys sat Jeff down on a chair
facing the cake.  The music started, and Suzi burst from the cake.
	She had a sexy smile on her face as the started dancing.
Sweeping around the room, she teased all the guys, licking her lips
and occasionally grinding against their crotches, leaving them with
various pieces of her flimsy outfit.  After a few minutes, she danced
over to Jeff and sat on his lap, straddling his legs and facing him,
wearing only a bra, panties, and heels.
	She slowed down, gyrating her torso in front of Jeff's wide
eyes while the other men whooped and laughed.  She waved her tits in
front of his face.  Judging by the bulge in his pants, Jeff was
enjoying the show.  Slowly, sexily, Suzi untied her bra and slipped it
off her shoulders, revealing her hard nipples.  She waved them
teasingly in front of Jeff's face, rubbing them gently with her
fingers as she stared lustfully into his eyes.  This drew more whoops
from the other men in the room.
	"So, handsome, you must be Jeff," Suzi said, in a deep, husky
voice.
	"Y-y-yes, ma'am," Jeff responded nervously.
	"You're getting married, Jeff?" she asked.
	"Yes, ma'am.  Tomorrow morning."
 "Well, looks like little Suzi got to you just in time," she
exclaimed, running a hand along his crotch.  She looked away and
winked playfully at the men, who laughed and cheered her on.
 Suzi tossed the bra aside and moved her hands to her panties.
Swaying her torso the the music, she untied the panties, exposing her
wet cunt.  Jeff stared in amazement.  The panties still lay between
her legs.  Suzi bunched the front of her panties up in her left hand,
and the back in her right hand, and began to draw them slowly back and
forth along her slit.  She closed her eyes and arched her back,
thrusting her chest into Jeff's face, drawing even more cheers from
the audience.  Jeff was still staring at her pussy.
 Suzi removed the soaked panties from between her legs and
brought them to her mouth.  She fixed Jeff with a sultry gaze as she
parted her lips and sucked some of the juice out of the panties.  She
then moved the panties in front of Jeff's mouth and licked her lips.
Jeff sucked hungrily on them.  "Does it taste good, Jeff?" Suzi
breathed.
 Jeff let the panties out of his mouth and stammered.  "Y-yes,
ma'am!"
	Suzi flung the panties aside.  She leaned forward and
plastered her lips against Jeff's, giving him a hard, passionate kiss.
Jeff was startled at first, but responded quickly.  Suzi rubbed the
back of his neck with one hand and his chest with the other as she
kissed him.  After an eternity, she pulled away and looked at Jeff.
	"So what's her name, Jeff?" she asked in a slutty voice.
	"D-Donna," he replied.
	"Well, from where I'm sitting," she moved her hand from his
chest down to his crotch, softly rubbing the bulge she found there,
"you're going to make Donna a pretty happy woman."  This drew another
loud chorus of hoots from the partiers.  Suzi took no notice, her
attention focused on Jeff.  "But before you go and do that, Jeff," she
breathed, leaning closer and closer to him, "how about making Suzi
happy?"  With that, she kissed him again and began to unzip his pants.
	Jeff made no move to stop her as Suzi freed his shaft.  Still
kissing him, she began to stroke his hard cock with her fingers,
skillfully bringing him off.  Suzi broke the kiss, and looked down
hungrily at Jeff's cock.  Jeff groaned in pleasure at her soft
strokes, his rigid cock standing upright from his lap.  A drop of
juice fell from Suzi's pussy onto Jeff's pants.  No doubt about it,
the bitch was hot and ready, aching to have her cunt filled by Jeff's
cock.
	The other men had stopped cheering, and merely looked on in
disbelief.  Jeff's brother looked at me, as if asking what the hell
was going on.  I shrugged and turned my attention back to the action.
	Suzi was moaning now, bouncing up and down on Jeff's lap,
running her fingers up and down his hard shaft.  "Yes," she murmured,
"Suzi is going to be very happy with Jeff's hot, hard cock in her
soft, wet cunt!"  With that, she lifted herself up and moved herself
forward, placing herself over Jeff's crotch.  Jeff was in an aroused
stupor, and had no reaction.  Suzi placed the head of Jeff's cock at
the opening of her pussy.  With an aroused moan, she lowered herself
onto it, impaling herself on his shaft.  Jeff let out a cry of
pleasure at the feel of her velvety cunt wrapped around his prick.
	The faces around the room that had previously shown disbelief
now took on expressions that were frankly stunned.  They had been
amazed that a stripper would kiss the groom and fondle his dick.  But
for her to actually fuck him -- this was clearly too much for them to
handle.
	Suzi wasn't paying attention to them, however.  Her attention
was fixed on the meat filling her pussy.  I could see her stomach flex
as her cunt muscles massaged Jeff's cock.  He was delirious with
pleasure.  Suzi slowly began to move herself up and down on his shaft,
fucking herself crazy.  Her moans grew in volume as her cunt lips slid
along his shaft.
	Suddenly Jeff burst into action.  Grasping Suzi tightly to
him, he stood up from the chair.  Suzi squealed in excitement as his
sudden movement caused her to slide all the way down his shaft,
completely filling her twat.  Falling to his knees, Jeff lay Suzi down
on the floor in front of him, never taking his cock from her pussy.
He fell on top of her and quickly began to piston his cock in and out
of Suzi.
	Suzi went wild as he fucked her.  She slammed her hips back
against him with each stroke.  Wrapping her legs around him, she dug
her heels into his ass, trying to pull him as deeply as possible into
her cunt.  "Oh, yes!  Suzi feels so lucky to have Jeff's hot, thick
cock in her wet pussy!  Fuck Suzi hard, Jeff!  Fuck her hot, wet
cunt!"  Suzi pulled Jeff down on top of her, locking her lips to his
in a deep, passionate kiss.
	It wasn't long before Jeff came, spurting his come into Suzi's
steamy pussy.  Suzi came at the same time, her cunt muscles gripping
his shaft in a viselike grip as her orgasm shook through her body.
Jeff's come overflowed her cunt, dripping to the ground in thick,
stringy wads.  Jeff's orgasm subsided.  He continued to respond to
Suzi's kisses for a few moments, then pulled his cock out of her pussy
and fell to one side, exhausted.
	Still lying on the ground, her legs spread wide, with Jeff's
come dripping from her open cunt,  Suzi turned her head to look at the
men, whose jaws were wide open.  In a soft, teasing voice, she
inquired, "Who's next, gentlemen?"

	Suzi had a busy night.  After she fucked Jeff, each of the
other guys took a turn, usually two at once.  Suzi would buck her hips
frantically against one cock while eagerly slurping at another.
Sometimes the men would come inside her.  Other times, they would pull
out and Suzi would jack them off until their sticky come spurted onto
her face or tits.
	By the time each of the guys had had a turn, Jeff had
recuperated enough to respond to Suzi's provocations.  She spent the
next half-hour giving him the blowjob of his life.  She would suck him
a bit, pumping her head up and down on his shaft as he sat in the
chair.  As he approached orgasm, she would let him out of her mouth,
gently teasing him and allowing him to cool off a bit.  Then she would
suck him some more, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for thirty
minutes, but never letting him go over.  By the end of this period, he
was so sensitive that she couldn't suck him for more than four or five
seconds at a stretch.  When she was through playing with him, she held
his shaft in her hand and asked him, "Now, Jeff, do you want to shoot
your hot, sticky jism into Suzi's mouth, or into her soft pussy, or do
you want to come all over her slutty face?"
	"F-face," Jeff responded through the haze of his pleasure.
	"Okay, handsome.  Suzi will take your sticky come all over her
face."  With that, she plunged her mouth onto Jeff's cock and began
sucking for all she was worth.  Jeff's moans grew louder and louder as
Suzi took faster and faster strokes.  Just as he was about to come,
she let his cock out of her mouth and pointed it at her face.  Jeff's
engorged cock shot spurt after spurt of Jism onto Suzi's face and into
her hair.  With her free hand, she collected what she could on her
fingers and sucked it into her mouth, hungrily slurping it down.  When
Jeff was finished shooting his monstrous load, Suzi's body shook and
she fell to the ground, writhing in orgasm from the come splattered on
her, dripping in thick strings down her face.  She stumbled back up
onto her knees and kissed Jeff's cock.  "You're going to make Donna
very happy with that, Jeff."
	The guys then took another round with her, each fucking her
cunt or her mouth.  One of them even did her ass while two others
fucked her mouth and cunt, bringing Suzi to another explosive orgasm.
She was always eager for more, and the guys were always eager to
provide.  When everyone had taken their second fuck, and some had even
had thirds, she gave Jeff another long ride in her pussy.  After that,
no one had the energy to go at it again.  I collected the money from
Jeff's brother and Suzi and I left.  I had undercharged them by quite
a bit, considering all that Suzi had done, but I was counting on this
and the next several gigs to provide publicity.  After that, Suzi
would be so popular that I'd be able to jack the price way up.
	Suzi was quiet during the ride home.  She had come six times
that evening, her most intense performance ever.  She had been in slut
mode through the whole thing, her deeply-ingrained training making her
into a come-hungry sex kitten.  Now she was coming down, and Suzanne's
old personality was reasserting itself.  I heard her softly crying to
herself.
	"Suzi," I told her, "you were a magnificent little slut
tonight.  You took on eight men two or three times each, giving them
orgasms like they've never had before.  For the rest of their lives,
they'll remember you as the best fuck they've ever had.  Whenever they
fuck their wives, or their girlfriends, they'll be thinking of Suzi
the slut."  I'd been planning to let her rest during the ride, but I
was horny as hell from watching her get fucked dozens of times at the
party, and I didn't want to listen to this, so I decided to put her to
work.  "Suck my cock, whore."
	"Y-yes, master."  Suzi choked back a sob.  Like a well-trained
animal, my little sex toy leaned over, unzipped my pants, and pulled
out my hard cock.  After only a few second of sucking, she had gone
back into slut mode, all her worries pushed out of her mind.  I
smiled.

COMING SOON
Chapter 6: Suzi's Career