Jizzer of Aahs

The Wicked Bitch of the West

When Dorothy regained consciousness she was strapped to a chair in the Wicked Bitch's room. Her dress was in tatters. She was scared. Nobody could defend her now, it was just Dorothy versus the Wicked Bitch of the West. Dorothy felt that some time had passed from her capture, but she wasn't sure exactly how much time. In fact, the bitch drugged Dorothy and knocked her out for about an hour, trying, during that interval, to remove the dildo without any luck.

The Wicked Bitch was in her late thirties. She was not unattractive. There was no Mr. Bitch, although many had tried. She was the heiress of the Wicked fortune, her parents having left three children: the Wicked Bitch of the West, the Wicked Bitch of the East (now deceased), and Steve, who headed the porn operations. They were all quite sleazy, but W.B. West was the sleaziest. At one time she had convinced an entire girl's school to whore themselves for a new bus. She fulfilled her obligations by sending the the school's student council to her sister's ponygirl farm for conversion and training. The next year, they pulled, as a team of ponygirls, the bus carrying their ex-classmates to and from school. W.B. was a real bitch, you didn't want to cross her.

"Hello my pretty." W.B. screeched at Dorothy, "Welcome to my house of horrors." The bitch's room was completely high-tech. There were three walls of TV monitors showing cameras all over the ranch. The bitch explained what Dorothy was seeing. The wall on Dorothy's right showed inside the room of each whore in her stable. They all looked the same except for the persons and the sex act being performed. There was fucking and sucking, some dancing, some jerking off, mostly twosomes, but some threesomes and even an orgy with a few girls and a few guys. "These are the vanilla rooms." the bitch explained, "where my girls start." One monitor showed a man in a gimp outfit eating out one of the whores. "You recognize him, don't you," the bitch squeaked, "that is the gimp you brought me. You did a good job on him, see, that dildo is still in his ass. He's a cleanup gimp now. He sucks the cum out of all of the girl's pussy's and asses. Cheaper and faster than taking a shower. I'm thinking of cutting off his balls, I don't think he needs them anymore. Maybe you want to eat one of them. Ha ha ha ha." Dorothy looked confused, how did she know? or did she?

The second wall showed the common areas of the ranch including the entrance, the parlor room, hallways, and a dungeon. The hallway was a strange sight. The whores there stood still, each as still as a statue, while customers walked up and down the hall. It was known all over Aahs as the "Museum of Living Statues." W.B. was explaining that the men were choosing their fuck-mates for pay. The new girls and the girls that showed discipline problems were hypnotized, standing perfectly still. The girls that had resigned themselves to their life as sex slave whores were allowed to stand alert but still. 

When Dorothy looked at the parlor room, she noticed a girl that looked like Gigi. In fact, it was Gigi. Her cunt was impaled on a dildo mounted into the floor, her waist and labia chained to keep there.

"You recognize your other friend, Cunt Runner? Now she is a greeter here at my ranch." the bitch said laughingly. "Instead of shaking my guests' hands, she fluffs their dicks, just enough to move their blood down to their lower head. I plan to advertise her appearance here. Can you imagine how many guys would like a free suck from my little Cunt Runner?"

The dungeon was a common area that catered to exhibitionism and sadism. It looked like the filming of a Fellini movie. All sorts of strange fetishes were represented. Real torture was not allowed in the dungeon, it was play, sometimes a bit rough, but play. Real torture was only allowed in private rooms. There was, however, plenty of fucking and sucking and cumming in the dungeon, even some pissing. There was a row of stocks for punishment, where girls would be locked and forced to eat some ass or suck some cock. The punishment was real enough, but not torture. It was a first step used to control the girls' behavior. Here was only the punishment for small infractions; gross infractions sent a girl to one of the "extreme" rooms where a more serious and even permanent punishment was meted out.

The third wall contained images of these "extreme" rooms. Dorothy didn't want to look, but she couldn't help it. Most of the whores were being whipped, bound in what looked like very uncomfortable positions. Their tormentors all wore masks, shielding their identities. Their favorite targets seemed to be the breasts and the pussy. One victim was being whipped on her face, one was being caned on her feet. The girls, at least the ones that were not gagged, all seemed to be screaming, but there was no audio to confirm this.

The most painful looking torture showed a young girl who was standing, legs spread and locked to the ground, the tip of a triangle shaped piece of metal with very sharp spikes assaulting her clit, cunt and asshole. Her arms were attached together to a chain coming from the ceiling. Her breasts, neck, and back were being whipped furiously by a couple of naked men. The men traded hits as fast as they could set their aim. Their dicks bounced with each blow. The girl was sweating profusely, and blood could be seen flying and dripping from her body. Dorothy didn't know if she could possibly survive, but it was clear the men didn't care. This girl was not gagged, but Dorothy imagined that her voice was probably hoarse given the amount of blood that covered her torso. Dorothy could see a drain in the floor that trickled with spent blood.

Another display that struck a raw nerve in Dorothy was a whore who was being pierced. She already had not just a simple piercing or two, but it looked like every part of her body was pierced with some rod or pin or hook or ring. She looked like a pin cushion. There were piercings on her toes and her feet, between her toes, a row of piercings up the back of her calves, her inner thighs were covered, her pussy and then up her back and her front, her breasts, her arms, her hands, her neck had them all around 5 layers high, and there they stopped. Piercings also ran down her arms and her hands to the tips of her fingers. The piercings near her pussy looked like pubic hair, but were actually wires looped though the skin and soldered back on themselves. The only places that were not pierced were her head, her nipples, and her clit (although this was impossible to tell on the monitor). Dorothy couldn't imagine how difficult it would be for her to sit or lay down or even walk, let alone fuck. Dorothy asked the bitch what was going on with her.

"Oh, you like that one. She is being punished for refusing to have her clit and nipples pierced," the bitch explained. "We let each customer add one more piercing before they fuck her. She has about a two thousand piercings so far. Every day she begs to have her clit and her nipples pierced now, but that will never happen."

The bitch then explained the last couple of monitors on the wall: the loading docks. There were three boxes ready for shipment, a fourth was being packed. The cargo was, of course, used whores. The bitch would hypnotize each girl before she went into the packing crate, that eliminated a lot of damage on the way. A breathing apparatus was used to prevent suffocation. The girl's bodies were covered in a thin layer of grease for insulation and protection and then strapped into place to reduce movement during shipping. The final step, which was found to reduce spoilage almost completely, was to fill the crate with an expanding foam gel. Packed in this way, the girl couldn't move regardless of the shock to the crate. Dorothy noticed the last crate being hammered shut.

Dorothy studied all of the images. She could see her fate before her eyes and she was scared. Tears were starting to form over her eyes. She knew that only one of the two them, either she or the Wicked Bitch, would be leaving the ranch voluntarily. The other, she assumed it was she, would be carried out either in cuffs, a crate or a coffin. Dorothy remembered back to her mother and her step-father. She missed them most now. Dorothy's head hung down, her dildo was silent.

The Wicked Bitch turned to Dorothy and told her, "I want that ruby dildo. It belongs to ME."

Dorothy looked down at her crotch and shouted in a hysterical tone, "I don't know how to take out this fucking thing. You can have it. I HATE IT. Why do you want this piece of shit ruby dildo anyways? It doesn't make a good vibrator and since you can't take it out, you'll never be able to fuck again."

"Well, my precious, this dildo is enchanted. It has powers you cannot imagine, powers that might control you if you don't know how to control them. You have experienced some of its powers. Look how you controlled your gimp. The dildo gave you that power. You killed my older sister before she could tell me all of its powers. It is MINE. Someday I will learn to control it," the bitch explained.

Dorothy figured she was just going to tell her to fuck off, but W.B. was very chatty. Dorothy saw a small weakness in that. "I'm sorry about your sister. It was an accident. I don't even know if I did it. I was just there," she said apologetically, sobbing. "Wow, you really built something here, too bad your business is smaller than the Jizzer's empire. He seems a bit more successful," Dorothy sniffled. She figured this would get the bitch going.

"Fuck that Jizzer. Our family had a deal, and he screwed us. Before he came to Aahs my family controlled all the vices. He came from some place called Hollywood, wherever that is. He was on his way to another place, called Rehab, when he "dozed off" and ended up here in Aahs. We met him when he was a lounge singer in a small whorehouse here in Rhinestone City. He said he needed some money to build a casino. Nobody had ever heard of a casino. Well, we gave him some money, loaned it to him actually, at a very reasonable 100% annual interest. He agreed to stay out of the whoring business and we would stay out of his business. Fuck if he didn't build that god damn casino for gambling. We didn't know about this gambling shit. He paid us back a month after he opened. This ranch used to be in the center of town, now his fucking casino is the center of town and I'm here, no fucking where. Gambling has become the "good" vice and fucking the "bad" vice. Fuck him. I hope he chokes on his own jizz."

Dorothy added her own two cents, "Yeah, he is a fraud too. You know those songs he sings and claims to have written? He didn't. He stole them from Elvis and Frank Sinatra."

"Who?"

"They were people from... from... from...?"

"I knew he was a fraud. I hate that fucking asshole. Someday, I'm going to fuck him up good with my little book," the bitch said as she took her little black book from a secret compartment in her bra. She shook the book in Dorothy's face, then put it back. "Payoffs to the Lollipop Guild. Defrauding the Lullaby League pension fund. It's all in here. I have spend years building my empire: the whorehouses, the sex slavery ring, the pony girl farms, the porn studios, the clothing line, the perfume, the belts, the bondage gear and more. I have been building up to take on that fucking Jizzer, but first I need that ruby dildo."

The bitch stood up and paced back and forth, washing her hands in the air. "I will give you a chance to pull that dildo out. Hey, First Flying Flunkie, strip that slut and untie her hand. Let's see if she can do a better job than you did." Earlier, while Dorothy was unconscious, the flunkie had tried to remove the dildo and ended up bashing his head into one of the monitors. The first Flying Flunky failed.

F.F. took a knife and cut Dorothy' dress completely from her body, then he did the same with her very expensive panties. Dorothy cried, not because she was now bound to a chair, completely exposed and open, but because she really liked those panties. They cost her her anal virginity. Flunky then cut the bindings holding her right hand.

"Now try to pull it out," the bitch instructed Dorothy.

Dorothy tried and tried. But to no avail.

"Good, I really wanted to torture you a bit first, my dear. How should I start..."

"Do you think by torturing me this dildo will just fall out?" Dorothy questioned trying to free herself from the chair.

"No my precious, even if that dildo does drop out, I'm still going to torture you. I'm evil. You are mine now. While you are alive, you will always be mine. It is your destiny," the bitch laughed.

Dorothy did not want to accept this. She fought harder against her bonds. The bitch replied by slapping Dorothy across the face. "String her up," the bitch yelled at the flunky.

"I need help, Mistress," he replied as he opened the door to get Flunky #2.  As he did so, Soso ran out of the room and down the long hallway. He was free. The bitch turned to Dorothy and laughed, "Who cares about that fucking dog of yours, everyone knows you are here with me, who else has an army of Flying Flunkies. You think that pimp is going to rescue you. You are still an innocent little girl. Ha ha ha."

When the flunkies returned they cuffed Dorothy's wrists together and pulled her to her feet, hands straight over her hand using a chain winch attached to the ceiling. Her body was stretched until the balls of her now bare feet barely touched the floor. Her ankles were still bound to the legs of a chair.

The bitch circled Dorothy checking out her young body, her flawless skin, her shaved privates. Dorothy's inner labia hung an inch below the outer ones. That fascinated the bitch for some reason. The Wicked Bitch was getting hot. Torturing young girls got her hot, but she didn't want to damage poor Dorothy, it could cost her some big bucks.

"If I can't extract that dildo with you alive....." the bitch whispered hoarsely into Dorothy's ear, "I'll auction you off on snuffbay.com and take it from your corpse."

Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. She knew what that meant. It was getting to the end of the head games and into some real shit. Her body shook.

"Snuffing a virgin like you would be the dream of most of my kinkiest customers. Thinking about it is getting me horny," the bitch continued, "But first, it's my turn." "Grease her up," the bitch instructed her flunkies, "I want to see her skin shine."

The pair of flunkies took some grease and rubbed it all over Dorothy's tight body. The bitch was juicing up inside. She took off her top exposing her pendulous tits and massive areolae. While walking behind Dorothy, the bitch brushed her erect nipples against Dorothy's straining back. Shivers went through both of their bodies, but for different reasons.

W.B. started her session by inserting a electric shock dildo in Dorothy's ass, connecting it to a pulse generator, and applying some current. Dorothy's butt spasmed, spasmed over and over. Dorothy screamed after each spasm. Her breathing was heavy. The dildo stayed put as the bitch was creaming in her cunt. She pranced a bit each time Dorothy screamed.

"I like it when you scream. Just for fun, let's shock that clit of yours too. You really should get that pierced with a big gold ring. You would look so much better down there," the bitch said as she pinched the Dorothy's dangling labia.

W.B. walk in front of Dorothy and licked the sweat from the underside of her Dorothy's breasts. "So young, so sweet," the bitch whispered. She then kissed Dorothy on the lips. Dorothy didn't return the kiss. The bitch did like this so she bit Dorothy's lower lip causing it to bleed. "Kiss me back, young lover, ha ha ha," the bitch growled. Dorothy refused. The bitch licked the bloody lip. "Yum, I don't care if you like me, bitch, I just want to hear you scream."

The bitch then took a ball electrode and touched it to Dorothy's clit. Dorothy screamed so loud that the bitch almost had an orgasm right then. The bitch continued lightly hitting Dorothy's clit over and over. The bitch slowly reached under her knickers and diddled herself. Hit, scream, rub, hit, scream, rub. This continued until the bitch wanted to cum. She then pushed the electrode deep into Dorothy's clit eliciting a final scream that caused Dorothy to pass out and caused the bitch to cum, falling to the floor. Both were drenched. It had been a short session, but both were exhausted. Both had clits that were on fire. It took a long time for both to recover.

The Wicked Bitch of the West was sexually satisfied for the first time in a long time. Something about Dorothy was doing it for W.B. Perhaps it was her near perfect skin, perhaps her it was her beautiful face, made more beautiful each time she screamed, perhaps it was her killer body, perhaps it was the way she twitched as the current shot through her nerves, perhaps it was really the dildo. That last thought didn't enter the bitch's mind.

W.B. looked up at Dorothy and smiled. Her attitude had changed. She was smitten. Maybe instead of killing Dorothy she would keep her as her personal sex slave. The bitch's mind raced dreaming up a bondage suit that would keep Dorothy in line but allow full access to her juiciest parts, parts that could pleasure the bitch either by the touch they could provide or by the screams they could produce. Maybe Dorothy could become a ponygirl, or maybe a pain maid or a toilet slave or a doggie bitch. Spiked bras, choke collars, 12" ballet shoes, labia spreaders, all sorts of things streaked through W.B.'s head. As long as she controlled Dorothy maybe she could control the ruby dildo.

The Wicked Bitch stood up and removed the butt plug in the barely aware Dorothy. She then greased up her hand and started pushing it into where the plug had been. "I will control you like you are my little hand puppet," the bitch snarled at Dorothy as she pushed her hand up further. "As long as you do as I say, I will spare your life. You will be my personal sex slave, and you will learn to like it, to enjoy the PAIN." As she said the word PAIN, the bitch twisted her hand inside Dorothy's bowel causing a guttural moan. "I want you to show your appreciation right now and lick my pussy. If I like, you live. If not..."

Dorothy didn't have time to be grossed out by the idea of eating out this horrible creature. All that she could do was try to concentrate on the task before her. Of course, first someone would have to cut her down, right? No. The bitch moved a table close to Dorothy, put a chair on it, and sat, her pussy level with Dorothy's mouth.

Dorothy tried her hardest to get near the bitch's pussy, but there way no way. It was one inch from the tip of her tongue, but that was one inch too far. She strained her neck, her feet, her tongue, and even her brain, but it was impossible. W.B. was getting off on watching Dorothy struggle to get her tongue into her pussy. The bitch motioned F.F. to whip the girl, not a viscous whip, just some encouragement. Dorothy felt the whip but it didn't really help, she was still a fraction of an inch from her dripping destination. The bitch just stared at Dorothy's mouth and lips. Yummy.

W.B. moved an bit closer, close enough for Dorothy to just barely reach her clit. Dorothy licked the clit, licked it up and down, swirling around, in and out and then repeated. The Wicked Bitch moved closer again, close enough now for Dorothy to enter her pussy and taste the bitch's juice. Dorothy ignored the taste and concentrated on getting the bitch off. She used the rougher top flat part of her tongue now, rubbing the clit with some real pressure. More acrid juice ran from the bitches pussy, but that didn't stop Dorothy. She had one goal, to keep the Wicked Bitch happy. Happy so that she may live. Dorothy's thoughts stopped there. Her tongue masterfully brought the bitch to a second orgasm, which while not as fulfilling, was powerful enough to cause the bitch to spare Dorothy's life.

"I will go now. Flunkies, take this slave and put her in her new room, the room next to mine," the bitch instructed as she left. The flunkies took Dorothy down and carried her to her room, threw her on her bed, and left, locking the door behind them. Dorothy lay on the bed, her head as sore as her body, and closed her eyes hoping that this was all a dream. During the next few hours Dorothy had a series of nightmares, each ending with her demise. Right before the ending of her last dream she woke in a bath of sweat. She knew how to escape, how to return home!

Dorothy stood up and shouted, "Mistress, please, I beg of you, let me help you destroy the Jizzer once and for all." Then she fell to the ground in a position of complete surrender, her forehead, knees, and toes touching the ground, and her hands clasped behind her neck.

The Wicked Bitch entered Dorothy's room and commanded, "Tell me more, my precious."

Dorothy stayed in her pose and told the bitch of her plan: "Mistress, I offer this plan to help you defeat the Jizzer. He has sent me to get your little black book. Let me and my friends return to the Jizzer with your book and announce you are dead. We will get an audience with him for sure. Then we will rape his ass and humiliate him. In the end, we will kill him for you, if you wish, or just let you take him to your dungeon to do with as you please."

"You are a clever young girl. You are right that he will have his guard down if he thinks that I am dead. Hmmmm."

"If you accept my offer, Mistress, I have but one humble request, not for myself, but for my friends. Please let my friends go free."

"Free you friends? Why would I do that. What do you offer me that I cannot take by force?" W.B. asked.

"I will be your willing slave. I will worship you. I will conspire in any action you wish. I will help you achieve any and every goal you set. I will use the power of the ruby dildo for you and you only," Dorothy answered.

"You do make some good points. I tell you what I will do. If you do as you say and humiliate him in the most vile and depraved manner, and then rid Aahs of his presence forever, I will free your friends."

"It would give me pleasure to humiliate and rid you of this fraud," Dorothy added.

The bitch kicked Dorothy over and crushed her nipple under her boot as she shouted, "Listen slave, I don't really care about your pleasure, do you hear me. You will wear this crystal ball necklace so that I can see that jizzer's humiliation. It is going to be four on one, five if you count your dog Soso. I want that jizzer to beg for mercy, and I will kill you if you give him any."

"YYYYesss, mmmmistress," Dorothy said as the pain from her nipple caused her to stutter.

The bitch then stepped back and called for Dorothy's friends: Pony Girl, Gimp, and yes even Pimp to be brought to her room.

Pimp had tried to rescue poor Dorothy but relying on a couple of pornhos for backup was a bad mistake. He managed to get in the front door and even killed one of the flunkies when the tazer gun they shot at his balls exploded. Pimp wore a metal cup this time. But eventually the Flying Flunkies managed to restrain poor Pimp and took him to a dungeon to be castrated, a bitch's standard punishment. Pimp was lucky that Dorothy came up with her plan before the deed was done.

"Now, show me how you worship me," the bitch commanded.

Dorothy was not prepared for this command but she reacted quickly, hiding her real thoughts. She started by kissing and licking W.B.'s feet. W.B. was impressed, this was a good start. She then proceeded to lick up the bitch's leg. The bitch was wearing a rubber outfit, covering her from foot to neck, and could see the trail left by Dorothy's saliva on the black rubber. Dorothy licked the bitch's pussy through her rubber suit. The bitch was getting hot again, but wasn't going to allow herself to cum, she wanted to see how far Dorothy would go.

Dorothy added to her physical worship with some verbal worship, "Mistress, your feet, your toes, your legs form a temple at which to worship. Every inch of your body that you deign to let me touch I shall treat as a gift. Your presence gives me life. I am your slave, your servant. Use me as you would a dog, and I shall love you forever. Use me as you would a toilet and I shall eat the food of the Gods." This was pretty heavy stuff. Dorothy didn't know where the words were coming from. They were coming from the ruby dildo.

The bitch looked down at Dorothy and slapped her in the face. Dorothy fell to the floor and the bitch kicked her until Dorothy lay flat on the ground looking up the the bitch's crotch. The bitch then ripped open the seam covering her underside exposing her pussy and her ass. The blood ran from Dorothy's face, she was deathly afraid that the bitch would shit right there into her mouth. She did not, instead she sat on Dorothy suffocating Dorothy's mouth and nose with her slimy pussy and labia. Dorothy's tongue shot up inside the smelly cunt trying to please her mistress, please her to let Dorothy breathe. The bitch sat for a minute like this, looking into Dorothy's eyes, looking into her soul as the breath of life was slowly draining from her body. The bitch was convinced Dorothy was sincere. At this point Dorothy herself wasn't even sure.

W.B. had one final test of Dorothy's intentions, she wanted another kiss. She trusted her instincts, trusted her ability to tell a faker from the real thing, but the final test was always a simple kiss. W.B. had sent many a suitor to their deaths, or worse, when they failed the kiss test. In fact, only one male had ever passed, but he was sent to her dungeon when he failed to get it up just once. She was a real bitch.

W.B. stood up and ordered Dorothy to her feet. Dorothy thought that her worship session was over and was expecting her friends at any moment. Instead the bitch looked Dorothy in the eyes and said a very sultry voice, "Kiss me."

Dorothy moved towards the bitch and cocked her head to the right. She opened her lips and pushed onto the bitch's. The bitch had soft lips. In fact, the bitch was quite sweet and that helped Dorothy to really feel the love in the kiss. A jolt of panic flew through Dorothy's brain at the thought that she might actually feel something other than loathing and hatred for this woman who just hours earlier had threatened her life and tortured her clit. But Dorothy continued the kiss, probing her tongue into W.B.'s love starved mouth. W.B. had no reservations in feeling good about kissing Dorothy. In fact she did feel love for Dorothy. Unfortunately love only brought out the cruelest tortures from W.B, but that was for later. The bitch extended her own tongue and soon the pair of tongues were dancing in unison.

While W.B.'s tongue was tickling Dorothy's uvula, a door opened and Dorothy's entourage walked into the room. There were three of them, and Soso. W.B. kept the two pornho's for her brothel. One had already replaced Cunt Runner as the official greeter; the other was fucking one of her "biggest fans", a 500 lb. giant with a 20" dick, 8 inches around.

W.B. jerked her head back from Dorothy and pretended to straighten her already smooth rubber suit. Both blushed. "Fucking assholes, you ever heard of knocking," the bitch shouted at F.F. She then walked over to him and kicked him hard in the balls. He fell to the ground slowly, exhaling all the way down to his knees. She again kicked him, this time in the face. Dorothy's friends started to laugh until W.B. looked at them with the same look she had given her flunkie.

"You all get the fuck out of here. Dorothy will tell you what is going on. You have 24 hours," she yelled as she turned an old hourglass and placed it on the desk next to Dorothy's bed.

As they walked back to the Jizzer's Palace, Dorothy thanked Pimp for coming to her rescue, even if he failed. He smiled. She got down on all fours and offered him the use of her asshole. He declined. Sex, right now, was the last thing on his mind. Dorothy then stood and explained to her friends what was going on. That they would be free of the Wicked Bitch if they humiliated the Jizzer. Dorothy asked for their help.

They all replied "Yes," even Gigi.

During the rest of the trip everyone was mostly silent. Occasionally Pimp would make a wise crack and Dorothy would laugh. Dorothy didn't tell them that even if they were successful, she would be the bitch's eternal pain slave, but Dorothy had a plan to avoid that too.

Next: The Jizzer