Jizzer of Aahs

The Jizzer

Dorothy and her cohorts had left the W.B. Ranch and walked across town, naked, to their suite at the Jizzer's Palace. By the time they got back they were all very very tired. Pimp and Gimp passed out on their beds. Dorothy handcuffed Gimp's right hand to the headboard to make sure he didn't escape or masturbate. She then took Pony Girl to her bed and pet her hairless pussy trying to calm them both. It wasn't working. Dorothy turned her pony around and licked her where she had been stroking. Her pony returned the oral caress. It was in this position that the two feel asleep a few minutes later.

Sometime in the afternoon the phone rang in the suite waking everyone. Pimp shouted "Shut that fuck off," ripping his phone from the wall and then slamming his door shut. Dorothy rolled to the side of her bed, repositioning Pony Girl's head onto her clit, and answered the phone.

"I hope I'm not waking you, Miss Dorothy, but I have the Jizzer on the line for you, please hold," said the voice on the phone. Dorothy waited as she tried to ignore the dull pains lingering from the previous night's tortures.

"Hello Dorothy, Jizzer here. I hear you have that little black book for me."

"Well, how did you know?" Dorothy asked.

"Not important. When can get it?" the Jizzer asked. He seemed quite pushy and unappreciative for a guy that was getting what he had always wanted.

"I'm not sure. I'm not presentable right now. I don't have any clothes, I'm tired, I'm dirty, I'm sore, I'm hungry. How about tonight."

"Not acceptable," the Jizzer replied.

"You are a pushy ass.... man, aren't you. I'm sorry but it will have to be tonight around 8:00," Dorothy offered. "And tell the manager we need clothes."

"8:00, that's OK, DONE." the Jizzer replied, strangely happy, before he hung up.

Dorothy didn't like his attitude, but she ignored it and just laid back and continued her sixty nine from the night before. The pain in Dorothy's body faded as the blood in her clit increased. Dorothy stopped for a few seconds to yell at Gimp to order room service for the lot of them. Dorothy and her pony continued licking each other for about half an hour before Dorothy got up to take a shower. There were no orgasms today, the pain in Dorothy's brain wouldn't allow it, and Gigi's training would never allow her to cum without her partner cumming first.

After her shower, Dorothy went into Gimp's room to uncuff him. "Did you order the food," she asked curtly.

"Yes, Mistress." Gimp replied.

Dorothy pulled the covers off Gimp's body, checking out the state of his dick. He had a piss hard-on. "Why the fuck are you always hard. I think that dick of yours needs something special to be satisfied. Maybe tonight." Dorothy told the gimp as she uncuffed him. Gimp got up immediately and went to the bathroom to piss. When he came out Dorothy told him to clean up and then clean up Gigi. He did. He was still her gimp.

Dorothy decided to spend the rest of the day in the suite swimming, sunning, and recovering from the night before. She was still naked and had no spare clothes to speak of. The manager sent up some catalogs from which she could order, mostly Jizz crap. The rest of the gang joined her in her indulgences, even Gimp was allowed to swim and relax, after he groomed Gigi that is.

By 8pm the gang was rested, dressed, and ready for action. Well, Dorothy and Pimp were dressed, Gimp was naked and chained while Gigi, well Gigi never wore clothing, Pony Girls weren't allowed.

The Jizzer arrived promptly and entered the suite not even looking at his guests. He wore dark sunglasses and what looked like a really expensive suit and brand new shoes. He actually wore a new pair of shoes every day, donating the used ones to a local charity. He was very fidgety and paced back and forth as he asked, "Where is my book? Where is it?" in a staccato voice.

Dorothy looked at him, he looked different up close, he looked somehow familiar. "Not so fast, Mr Jizzer, Sir. I have the Wicked Bitch of the West's little black book right here," she said waving it in the air. First, you must help my friends.

The Jizzer looked pissed. Nobody had questioned him since before he built his first casino. He was the Jizzer. Nobody told the Jizzer what to do.

"Give me the book. I'll help you and your friends some other day. OK," he repeated, quickening his pace.

"Fuck you, asshole," Pimp blurted out as he stood in front of the door, "You ain't goin' no fuckin' where until we gets what we want."

The Jizzer was stunned motionless. Someone was actually threatening him. Wow. Nobody does that and gets away with it. But the Jizzer's bodyguards were outside the room, and by now the door was barricaded so nobody could get in or out.

"Look, I'll tell you what, Pimp, Pimp is it. How about I call Doprah and get her to put the three of you: you, Cunt Runner here, and this Gimp guy, on her TV show. You'd have an hour to tell whatever you want. Look, I'll call her as soon as you let me go, OK?"

"Fuck you and fuck Doprah. What about Dorothy? Asshole, send her the fuck home first."

"I can't send her back. The only way back...  I'd have to go with her. This gig is too good to go back. Sorry, man. You are out of luck."

"I'm out of luck, sheeeeiit, you are," Pimp said as he tackled the Jizzer and pinned him down on the floor. "See that dick over there," Pimp said pointing to the Gimp's hard-on, "that dick is going in your ass right now!"

Pimp was playing his role perfectly. Dorothy had asked Pimp to take the lead in the Jizzer's humiliation, and that is exactly what Pimp was doing. Dorothy was setting the Jizzer up. She would be the good guy, Pimp the bad guy. W.B. would get what she wanted, and Dorothy would get her trip home. The plan was working.

The Jizzer looked at Gimp and said, "That faggot is going to fuck me! I don't think so," and struggled with Pimp. Unfortunately for the Jizzer, each time he struggled the Pimp got that much closer to forcing another piece of clothing from his body. Finally, Pimp ripped the Jizzer's shirt and underpants leaving him on the floor naked.

Dorothy spoke up, "I recognize you now! You were the guy in room 8! You were the guy who fucked me in the ass!"

The Jizzer, knowing the jig was up, confessed all: "Look, lady. I like fucking young girls. Yes. So sue me. I fucked that Wicked Bitch when she was 18, fucked her 'til she turned 19. 19 is too old for me. She didn't take it well. I think she still likes me, she still has a THING for me. All the bitches I fuck have a THING for me. Fuckin' bitch. She's dead now, so who the fuck cares."

"Um, Jizzer, um. The bitch is not dead. In fact, see this crystal ball around my neck, she is watching you right now," Dorothy added, not trying to be too mean.

"Get the fuck up on your knees and suck his dick," Pimp yelled pushing the Jizzer towards Gimp. The Jizzer didn't want to suck dicks. He was straight, well maybe a bit kinky, but not gay. Pimp wouldn't take no for an answer and drove his elbow into the Jizzer's back. When the Jizzer opened his mouth, Pimp installed a harness to keep his mouth open. "Here you go," Pimp said as he pushed the Jizzer's head onto Gimp's twitching dick.

Gimp was smiling under his mask. The Jizzer was a good looking man and Gimp finally realized that he was gay. Gimp asked Dorothy to unchain him so that he could do more damage to the Jizzer. Dorothy deferred to Pony Girl, after all, Pony Girl was Gimp's Master. Pony Girl whinnied her approval and Gimp was set free, free to take his first man, even if is was by raping him.

Gimp allowed the Jizzer to lube up his dick, lubing it using the lining of the Jizzer's throat. Gimp pushed his dick way down the Jizzer throat, but he did so quickly not giving the Jizzer time to gag up vomit. When the Jizzer's dick was slimy enough, Gimp flipped the Jizzer onto his back and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his ass level with Gimp's dick. Gimp entered the Jizzer quickly, not giving him enough time to protest. Once inside, Gimp continued pushing deeper and harder into the virgin asshole. The two looked into each other's eyes. The Gimp was looking at a handsome man, the Jizzer was looking at a black hood, wondering what sort of freak was inside it.

While Gimp was fucking the Jizzer in the ass, Gigi wanted to get in on the action. She saw the Jizzer's cock bouncing around on his stomach and her instincts kicked in. She bent down and started to suck his flopping stick. After a minute of sucking Dorothy reached down and removed the harness holding the Jizzer's mouth open. She kissed the Jizzer on the lips, telling him without words that he was going to be OK. Once the Jizzer's dick was secured down Gigi's throat she positioned herself squatting over the Jizzer's face, her asshole directly over his mouth. She then lowered herself onto his lips and whinnied, her way of telling him to rim her ass. Pimp translated for her with the tip of his boot. The Jizzer wasn't into receiving anal in any way, and now he was getting fucked in the ass and sucking ass at the same time. Tears were streaming out of his eyes but nobody could tell, they only got a hint from the constant whimpering they heard. Gigi encouraged the Jizzer to stick his tongue deep in her ass by crushing his balls with her molars while his 8" cock was all the way down her throat. The Jizzer was an emotional wreck having become fuck meat for a couple of slaves. 

Pimp warned the Jizzer not to cum, that he would pay a dear price if he did: they would shave his head. The Jizzer still had a nice head of hair, hair of which he was obviously very proud. Pony Girl, on the other hand, wanted to see the Jizzer bald. She really went at his dick, fucking it in her throat by a combination of applying suction and then pulling back. There was nothing the Jizzer could do to avoid the pleasure. He tried to control his body, but between the stimulation in his ass and the expert sucking of his cock, it was impossible for him to resist the urge. The Jizzer shouted "No, No, No" as he shot his enormous load into Pony Girl's mouth. She, sensing the exact moment that he would cum, had pulled her head back to catch every last drop. She got a real mouthful. The Jizzer's vigorous protestations also caused the Gimp to cum, to cum up the Jizzer's ass. The Gimp felt a real connection to a fuckmate for the first time. As his dick shriveled up, some of the cum plopped out of the Jizzer's butt.

While Gimp was reassessing the meaning of his life now that he knew he was gay, Pony Girl stood up in triumph, her mouth still full of the Jizzer's jizz. She opened her mouth showing all the enormous amount of cum the Jizzer produced and then closed her mouth. Everyone waited for her to swallow, since that is what a ponygirl is trained to do, but instead she got back on her knees and bent over to "kiss" the Jizzer on the lips. The Jizzer refused to open his mouth but was convinced to do so when Pimp stepped on his throat. Pony Girl then dripped the Jizzer's cum, little by little, back into his mouth. The Jizzer closed his lips after the first little bit, but then Pony Girl forced the cum down his throat by pressing her lips against his and blowing the cum into him. She kept her lips on his until the cum ran down his throat. When she finally stood up, there was cum all over the Jizzer's face and cum and blood running out of his ass. When he motioned to wipe it face, Pimp grabbed his arms and held them behind his back, cuffing them there.

"Time for a haircut, asshole," Pimp chimed up.

"No, please, No, I will give you anything you want, please, don't cut my hair off, please." the Jizzer begged.

Dorothy was making sure the Wicked Bitch could see all of the action, even though she herself did not participate that much.

Pimp dragged the Jizzer into the bathroom and shoved his head in the toilet. "Gimp, piss," was the command that Pimp gave, and Gimp did so, pissing all over the Jizzer hair. Pimp then lifted the Jizzer's head letting him take one breath, and then again pushed his head into the toilet. Pony Girl was next.

"Beg me to cut off your piss hair now, Jizzer," Pimp asked the Jizzer, "or I'll shit in that toilet and make you eat it!"

The Jizzer came out of the toilet and indeed begged for his hair to be removed, begged to be bald. "You heard the man, Gimp, shave that Jizzhead 'til he's as bald and shiny as you are."

Gimp took the scissors he had used to cut his own hair and cut the Jizzer's. The Jizzer was sobbing hysterically now, but he was still cooperative. Meanwhile Dorothy opened the Bitch's little black book and started to read the evidence she had on him. The book was actually a copy, but no one in the room knew that. After about ten minutes of cutting and listening, the Jizzer knew his future in Aahs was coming to an end. He would have to leave, to try to go back to Hollywood. He had prepared for the day that he hoped would never come. It was today. Twenty minutes later the Jizzer was a bald and broken man. He looked at Dorothy with his beaten eyes and asked for help. Dorothy made her move.

"Let's cut off his dick and feed it to Soso!" Pimp said, having more fun than he had had since the last time he beat the shit out of someone.

Dorothy crushed the crystal ball transmitter ending the show for the Wicked Bitch. She had seen enough, and Dorothy didn't want her to see the finale, the part where the Jizzer and Dorothy go back to L.A. together. "Mr. Jizzer, Sir. If you just take me back to my L.A. all this will stop. That is all that I ask," Dorothy explained. The Jizzer was listening. "I am from Hollywood too, near La Brea. I was at the 'Pink Puppy' checking the place out when bam, all of a sudden I'm here in Aahs."

"Baby I feel for you. I don't know how I got here either, but I think I know how to get home. Listen, I'll pick you up at midnight sharp. I've got a few loose end to tie up here first," the Jizzer muttered. "Wait for me at the back of my ... palace," the Jizzer began to cry again, realizing that all that he had built was now lost.

"OK," Dorothy agreed. "Just to be sure you don't do anything funny, Gimp, you go with the Jizzer and make sure he doesn't run away."

"OK, MMMMMistress Dorothy," Gimp replied.

The Jizzer then left the suite with Gimp, presumably to pack up some easily transportable valuables. That left Dorothy and Pimp and Gigi alone, alone to say their good-byes. The three stood and looked at each other, looked for something to say. Their eyes welled up with tears, even Pimp's. Dorothy said her good-byes first, "Pimp, I want to thank you for all of your help on my journey home. My only wish is that you could come with me, but I don't think that is possible."

Pimp peeped a small "thank you."

"And Gigi, Gigi I am in love with you. You may be mine by the laws of Aahs, but you are also mine in my heart. I know that after I leave it will be difficult for you, but I expect Pimp here will help you. And Pimp, I don't want you to pimp out my pony, OK. Treat her with the same respect you have treated me."

Pimp replied affirmatively.

Gigi spoke next, well she said good-bye next. Gigi merely got on her knees and rubbed her head into Dorothy's crotch. That said it all. Tears flowed down Gigi's cheeks.

Pimp told Dorothy not to worry about Pony Girl, that he would treat her right. He also told Dorothy that he would drop his pimping ways and find a good job. Good-byes are always full of bullshit.

Dorothy then told her two friends to leave quickly, just in case the Wicked Bitch came to claim them. With a final kiss each, Dorothy saw her friends for the last time standing in elevator as the doors closed.  Dorothy spent the her remaining time freshening up for her journey home.

At midnight Dorothy was waiting, as instructed, behind the Palace. Suddenly the Jizzer sped out of his Palace in his '67 Corvette and pulled up next to Dorothy. Seated next him was Gimp, who was giving the Jizzer a blowjob. "Only room for two," the Jizzer shouted as he laid rubber and accelerated off leaving a stunned Dorothy behind.

"You fucking Jizzer and you fucking Gimp. I'll kill you if I ever see you again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you," Dorothy shouted as she threw her hands in the air. Dorothy's mind raced as she asked herself what she should do now, now that her 99% successful plan had failed. Before she could answer, Dorothy saw the Wicked Bitch of the West circling overhead with her Flunky Army in tow. They landed surrounding her. Dorothy started to shake, the adrenaline was shooting through her veins. The bitch pointed to Dorothy and waved her hand instructing one of the flunkies to strip Dorothy of all her clothes. Another flunky attached metal cuffs around Dorothy's wrists and fastened them behind her back. The bitch then approached Dorothy, whose legs were shaking.

"You forget, my precious, that your destiny is to be mine forever," the bitch said as she took a wire hook from her pocket. She then jabbed the hook into Dorothy's nipple. Dorothy started to sob uncontrollably. The bitch repeated the piercing on the other nipple, attached a chain to the pair of hooks, and then pulled Dorothy close. "You will spend the next week screaming in agony, my precious," she whispered in Dorothy's ear. Dorothy's legs buckled, grossly stretching her tits. Dorothy remained silent however, despair had consumed her.

The bitch then led the captured Dorothy through the casino showing everybody who was in charge now. She stopped in front of a bank of slot machines. "A blowjob from Dorothy for the winner of the next jackpot," she shouted whipping the gamblers into a small frenzy. It didn't take long for the first jackpot, it was won by a nondescript middle aged man. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his smelly dick while Dorothy got on the dirty floor and sucked the cock into her mouth. The crowd cheered her on as his cock slid up and down bulging her cheeks. The bitch held Dorothy's head in place and told the man to fuck her face hard, that she liked it that way. He did. After a few minutes the man came in Dorothy's mouth. "Show everyone YOUR jackpot before you swallow it," the bitch instructed Dorothy as she opened her mouth to display the gooey prize. The bitch then yanked on Dorothy's tit chain, lifting her to her feet, and proceeded through the casino. Dorothy remained silent, her head hung low.

As they passed a dais in the middle of the casino, the bitch turned to Dorothy and told her her future, "We are going to install a bed here and chain you to it. You will be the main attraction. We will call it 'Dorothy's Wheel of Sex'. One by one my guests will get to play, for a price. Wherever the wheel lands, that is what you will do. Sucking, pussy fucking, ass fucking, tit fucking, face fucking- you are going to do a lot of fucking. The grand prize will be a one hour public torture session, with you as the torturee. What do you think? I told you you would fuck every man in Aahs, and I plan to keep my word." Dorothy was so numb that she couldn't hear anything but the roar of the casino. She knew that all hope was lost, that she was now just a fuck hole, ready to be used like you would a urinal. She tried to convince herself she didn't care, but inside she knew her soul would die slowly.

After the two climbed up onto the dais, Dorothy received her next gift from the bitch, some jewelry. The ring was big, thin and gold and had the letters W.B. inscribed on the front and "PAIN SLAVE" inscribed on the back. Dorothy knew instinctively where the ring would be installed, and she now figured that it would be installed right there for all to see. She was right. The bitch set Dorothy on a chair and told her flunkies to hold Dorothy tight. Dorothy's legs were spread wide revealing both her sex and the end of the ruby dildo.

"I hereby declare on this day that you, Dorothy, killer of my sister, the Wicked Bitch of the East, are my pain slave," the bitch announced. She then held up a small spear in one hand and a clamp in the other. Dorothy couldn't see the weapons in her hand. The bitch then reached down and pet Dorothy's clit and grabbed it with the clamp. Dorothy panicked as she knew what was coming. "You will acknowledge your new life as a pain slave by screaming," the bitch said as she punctured Dorothy's defenseless little clit with the spear. Dorothy did not disappoint her Master and screamed so loud that the crowd fell quiet. When she stopped screaming everyone in the casino could hear Dorothy's breathing, it was that quiet. Sweat was dripping from Dorothy's body and a small drop of blood was dripping from her wound. Dorothy sat motionless trying to recover the little that was left of her humanity. The bitch installed the ring. Dorothy's clit was finally pierced.

"After your week of torture back at the ranch, I'm going to brand my name into your tits for all to see," the bitch whispered into Dorothy's ear. Dorothy collapsed in her chair.

Dorothy was yanked up by her tits again, forced to her feet, and the two proceeded through the casino. When they got to the Roulette wheel, Dorothy heard a voice she recognized. She looked up and saw the Playmate of the North. Dorothy's despair was replaced with hope, a small hope. The playmate had helped her once and actually gave her the ruby dildo that the bitch coveted above all else. Maybe there was a way out.

The playmate looked at Dorothy, looked into her eyes, and told her in a calm, reassuring tone, "You must take what you have learned here in Aahs and go home now. Just squeeze your pussy three times and repeat 'There's no place like home,' and off you will go."

Dorothy was saved. She could escape Aahs, escape her coming tortures, escape from that bitch, escape back to her comfortable carefree life back home. She turned to W.B. and shouted at the top of her lungs, "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" and followed the playmates instructions to the letter.

"There's no place like home . There's no place like home. There's no place like home ..."

Dorothy became conscious on her knees in a Tijuana whorehouse, chained to a bed, getting gang-banged by a nearby High School football team. The first thing Dorothy saw were the abs of the boy fucking her throat with his foot long cock. She could feel another boy under her with his cock embedded deep in her pussy. A third boy was pummeling her ass. Dorothy could tell that her pussy was shaved clean and her nipples and clit were pierced, although she would take on another 10 boys before she could verify that. Dorothy's arm showed tracks from the crank coursing through her body. Her pussy was ruby red raw, as though she had been fucking for a week straight- basically she had been.

Dorothy's whore name was Crystal now, it was printed in crappy lettering on the door to her room, room number eight. On the walls of her room hung various leather outfits and whips and dildos and such along with a strange collection of 1970's era movie posters from "Shaft", "Beneath the Planet of the Apes", "Midnight Cowboy", "Behind the Green Door", and the TV show "Dynasty." This was Dorothy's new home.

After her session was over, the brothel's Madam entered the room. "You pretty young thing, you ready for your next guest?" she asked. IT WAS THE WICKED BITCH. Well, it wasn't really, but it looked like her. The madam asked her next two guests to come into the room. Dorothy's heart stopped. There, before her, was the Jizzer and Gimp. "We've been waiting for you, Dorothy," the pair said as the madam closed the door behind her.

       

The End