Jennifer

Violet McAndrew stared at Jessica, as she sat on the couch in her parlour.

"Jennifer came to visit." Jock McAndrew explained limply.

Violet stared at the stranger sitting in her parlour who had just addressed her as Mom.

A disgusting unwashed wreck of a girl, wearing a filthy tee shirt and shorts, her neck ringed with a dog collar with a leash, and a necklace spelling out SLUT, her dirty blonde hair had been crudely woven into the girlish pig tails with a battered straw hat and worn out high heeled shoes to complete her degradation. 

A smartly dressed businessman sat next to the girl with his hand down her shorts apparently pleasuring her.

"That is no daughter of mine!" Violet said again more correctly remembering her suburban status, and setting aside her own long forgotten memories of her distant past.

"Please Mummy, don't be so horrible."

"Who is this, this," words failed her as Violet stared at the interloper, she was vaguely  similar in height and colour to Jennifer, same long elegant legs, same colour eyes,yet her demeanour and disreputable appearance as light years apart from her own proud successful daughter.

"Oh look, its Mister Kitts," Jennifer announced as the cat walked in. "Here Kitty Kitty."

The cat climbed straight onto her lap and lay down purring.

"See it is Jennifer," Jock admitted with resignation, "She was star turn down the whore house last night." 

Violet shrank back into her chair as the realisation struck home. "She got in with a bad crowd," Mike suggested, "Now the company feels obliged to make amends."

"What do you want?" Violet asked her voice quivering with the enormity of the situation..

Mike pulled his hand from Jennifer's shorts and explained, "It's about Jennifer, as you see she is not of sound mind, you could say she is insane, she acts about seven years old, now as next of kin it's really down to you folks to pay for her rehab, but as a gesture Walthers and Walthers will absolve you from that obligation, and reimburse you for consequent losses," he paused, "That is if you assign the next of kin rights to the company and agree the Company should serve as her guardian in your place."

Mike looked at the older woman, bigger breasted than Jessica her bra struggled and failed to defy gravity. he realised she was once a good looking woman herself, and he  imagined how she might look if the sagging breast tissue could be firmed up, with inserts maybe.

"The company is willing to offer ten thousand dollars for Jessica, to cover your expenses and to avoid adverse publicity, by which we mean you will sign the declaration to confirm that she is not of sound mind and assign to the company legal guardianship over her and her property,"

Her dad asked "Cash"

"Sure" Mike agreed,

"How about Twenty." her dad tried. Mike shook his head. "Fifteen?" again a shake.

"Fifteen and I'll throw her in too." Jock laughed as he pointed at Violet.

Mike looked up in surprise, and stared straight into Jennifer's mother's startled eyes.

"Actually, we do need to do some tests on Mrs McAndrew to help us us understand Jennifer's  condition, Mike explained, "and we had proposed to pay up to two thousand for expenses, but a legal guardianship order would certainly facilitate things."

"Five." Jock demanded.

"Fine, I have the papers, I just need to fill in the names, Angie, get my case." Mike smiled, candy from a baby, he thought.

"Don't I get a say in this?" asked Violet.

"No" said Jennifer, Jock and Mike together, and they laughed, as Violet sat fuming in the armchair.

"It's just a legal technicality," Mike reassured her.

They sat around the table when Angie returned with the papers and Jock unknowingly signed his life away for fifteen thousand dollars.

Jock's eyes gleamed when Angie handed him the cash, he checked it three times, before he headed down to the basement to hide the cash.

"I guess we had better sort Jennifer's things out," Mike suggested.

"What are these tests?" Violet asked, changing the subject.

Mike reassured her "IQ tests and blood tests so we can project Jennifer's likely future responses, it's nothing to worry about."

"And five thousand dollars is a lot of money, Mummy." Jennifer confirmed.

"I think you should pack." Mike suggested, "You are going to have special treatment now."

Jennifer led Mike and Mo up to her room, they laid out her clothes and her childhood toys and disks in piles on her bed, and when when Angie came in with flat packed cardboard boxes they started to pack them away.

Mike looked out of Jennifer's bedroom window, the back lot stretched away toward the freeway just scrub land where Jock planned to keep cows when he bought the property, but the City would not issue a grazing permit without him providing a winter shelter and would nor permit a winter shelter in a residence zone, so his ten acre plot remained unused, hemmed on two sides by houses and the other by the freeway.

Mike motioned for Angie and Mo to leave and gently held Jennifer by her waist as he slid her shorts down, he took a condom from her pocket and slid it over his erection then drove hard up into her willing ass hole. He sensed a change coming over her as she responded to her old familiar surroundings, she grew less childlike suddenly.

"You'll never know how many times I looked out of this window and dreamed someone would make love to me." she recounted.

"Hell this ain't love this is a fuck," he reached in his back pocket. "Here's twenty Dollars"

"You better fuck my cunt as well then because I don't have any change!" she smiled.

Mike was shocked, at her language, the pig tailed Jennifer never used such language, the Vitamins seemed to be wearing off allowing the adult Jennifer's  personality come through again. he turned her over, changed condoms and drove into her pussy.

"Take that silly condom off and give me a baby." she whispered.

Mike shot his load in helpless excitement, he felt ashamed yet exhilarated, sure he wanted kids some time but was this mixed up slut playing with his emotions deliberately? he asked himself, he tested er state of mind with a question, he asked why her father was called Jock, when he had if anything a South side accent.

"McAndrew, Scottish tenth generation," she confirmed.

He began to worry but when he offered her some Vitamins from the bottle in his jacket pocket and she swallowed them down with the bottled water from her bedside table to his relief she visibly relaxed.

The packing completed they carried the boxes outside to where a company Limo waited.

"Best get Jennifer back to the whorehouse." Mo suggested, "I suppose we best take her down town, I guess we won't beat that two thousand she made last Thursday."

Jennifer's mother took notice, "She made two thousand a night? for whoring|?"

"Yes." Mo agreed. "Nett."

"So why the fuck we put her through university?" asked Jennifer's dad.

"Two thousand a night?" she asked again.

"Yes, except she got a disease, that's why we need the guardianship ." Mo explained.

"No, I never fucked her," her father protested, seeing his wife's horrified look.

"I guess now we signed the forms that just leaves the Newspaper advertisement," Mo reminded them, "everybody that fucked Jennifer McAndrew bareback is entitled to a free VD check and their local Walthers and Walthers pharmacy" she reminded them "I'll get it in the Weekend Advertiser for Friday."

"But everyone will know Jennifer is a whore." protested her mother.

"It's Mr Scarlatti's orders, he don't want Jennifer leaving the program." Mo explained.

Jennifer stood sadly in the hallway, and looked through the clear panel in the door as she waited,  "May I go out and play Mummy," she asked.

Mike glanced at Mo and and smiled. "No dear we are going home."

"I am home, silly." Jennifer simpered.

Mike frowned at Mo, the regression was getting out of control.

"Come on Jennifer, lets see the nice men again," Mo suggested and she took Jennifer gently by the hand and led her to the Limo.

"I'll get a taxi," Mike shouted and Mo helped Jennifer to climb in the Limo and as soon as Angie joined them they headed back down town.

The Limo pulled into the loading dock beneath the east wing of Walthers and Walthers and Angie headed for the staff entrance while Mo led Jennifer past the dock and on inside the building a cold damp dimly lit workshop.

"Jennifer, you have a disease, so Mr Wyatt will quarantine you to stop you infecting anyone else," Mo informed her, "say Hello to Mr Wyatt."

Bill Wyatt looked at Jennifer, he remembered when she had been an executive PA, now she was just a diseased whore.

"Hello Mr Wyatt," Jennifer said pleasantly.

"You call me Sir, Y'hear you diseased whore," he snapped back, "Now get naked."

Jennifer looked at Mo, and Mo started to help her undress.

"I guess you want her sprayed quarantine yellow," Bill queried.

"Oh yes, just paint, no Tattoo, it's only a dose of Clammy not HiV or Hepatitus, so it's only for a couple of weeks tops, but I do love your work Bill." Mo simpered.

Jennifer looked at Bill as he pulled a face mask on and picked up a industrial paint gun which hissed quietly.

"I'll do a base of Yellow and hand paint the lettering when its dry." Bill suggested, do you want Diseased in full or just VD."

"I think VD" Mo suggested, "But can you spray panties and tights on like you did to Phillipa?"

"I can spray a Red Bra with itty bitty polka dots on too, if you want." he suggested.

"Yes excellent." Mo agreed.

The spray gun hissed as Bill started the compressor and Mo carefully wound Duck Tape around Jennifer's wrists binding them together in front of her and then Bill pointed to a rope coming down from a pulley in the ceiling and Mo looped one end around Jennifer's bound wrists then pulled the other end until Jennifer was forced to stand upright under the pulley, finally she scooped Jennifer's hair up shoved a big paper bag over her head and  wrapped Duck tape round it to protect it.

"No," Jennifer wailed as the Yellow spray began to cover her, everything below her chin, "It's nasty,"

"Don't be silly, you're a big girl now." Mo chided her.

Bill expertly sprayed Jennifer's torso primrose yellow and then changed to a jar of matt black, he adjusted the pressures and started misting the black carefully up her legs, giving an effect like stockings before changing to a solid black for her "Stocking tops."

Her crotch he also sprayed Black to look like panties and then he took his brush and filled in the seam of the stockings down the back of her legs.

The red for the bra needed extreme skill so he changed the spray gun to an airbrush and after expertly painting red in a bra shape over her breasts, he again took the brush and filled in small white polka dots by hand..

Finally he wrote Diseased Whore in two inch letters and VD in Nine Inch letters across her Belly and a big V on her left breast and D on her right breast.

Bill wiped his hands on a piece of rag and went to his cupboard, he took out a few dildos and asked Mo which size.

"Four, I think Bill, and a Three B Butt plug." she suggested. "Have you a screw type titty puller?"

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea," Bill agreed. he rummaged in a drawer and produced a boxed set of tit pullers.

Jennifer looked confiused, "What areTitty pullers,?"

Bill ignored her "I guess we get one made up when we know the size?" he suggested.

"It's temporary Bill," Mo suggested as Bill looped half a puller around each starburst which embellished her breasts fitting around her nipple held by the nipple rings, and then started to wind the adjuster in, the left and right hand threads pulling the nipples inwards.

Mo checked the cleavage gap as Jennifer's tits converged, "I'm no expert but I guess that feels like a cunt?" she suggested as she tore the bag away from Jennifer's face..

"What are you doing?" asked Jennifer finally as she realised something strange was happening.

"Its a precaution," explained Bill, "Some folk don't like rubbers so this way they can titty fuck you while you have the disease instead."  he thought a while and as he cropped the spare thread from the puller shaft he said, "Hell lie back I'll show you."

He dropped his pants and his half hard penis flopped out, yet as loosened the rope and laid Jennifer down and straddled her hips with his knees his tool became erect and he started to slip it up between her tits.  The dry un lubricated skin made his foreskin pull back awkwardly making him wince.

"It needs lube," Mo shouted and she took a bottle of cheap baby oil and splashed it in the cleft between Jennifer's breasts.

"Phew thats fucking good." Bill suggested, "Fucks better than most cunts." he said as he worked his tool up the narrow valley.

"Do you like it?" Mo asked and when Jennifer shook her head Mo tipped oil over her crotch and then worked the dildo into place. "better?" Mo asked but Jennifer's gasps made a reply superfluous.

Bill grunted as his old grey spunk squirted over Jennifer's  neck and chin and as he rolled off her,  Mo rolled her over so she could get the Butt Plug in, it was tight but it slid in easily enough when Mo got the angle right and got her knee behind it.

"Now look Jennifer." Mo addressed her, "You can't work until you're clear of disease so for a week of so you will stay here at the loading dock in case any of the loaders needs anything, I will see you get Vitamins and some Glucose three times a day and Angie will pull your plug every two days but meantime you stay here."

"Where is the bathroom?" Jennifer asked.

"Piss down that drain," Mo suggested, "Oh and put these on."

Mo produced some rubberised mittens  with thick straps which could be padlocked around the wearer's wrists, she pulled them over Jennifer's hands and locked the strap with two tiny padlocks. "I can't move my fingers" Jennifer complained.

"Best have matching shoes." Bill suggested,

The shoes were in black leather, high heeled with straps around the ankles but when she tred to stand Jennifer found them very uncomfortable.

"They hurt," Jennifer complained. "I can't walk."

"They're for fucking not walking, they look sexy, that's the main thing, and you can always crawl." Mo suggested as she tightened the straps.

The door from the loading bay opened, "I got a package for Walthers and Walthers, floor B" a nondescript guy announced.

"Just putting a diseased whore in quarantine," Bill apologised, "Where's the other guys

"Unloading a Jimmy,"

"It sucks and Titty fucks just fine if you need anything?"

"No sir, no offence but I ain't that fucking desperate." the guy declared firmly before turning on his heel and heading back to his truck.

The guys from the Loading dock found Jennifer amusing, they remembered how she looked down on them when she arrived , and they cut a pack of cards to see who fucked her first, queueing up to fuck her tits as word got round that her tits fucked as good as most cunts.

They even put ten dollars each in for the first guy who could get spunk in her mouth as he titty fucked her.

Time sort of passed in a daze for Jennifer, sometimes she was given something to eat, but mostly the glucose and Vitamins kept her strength up and she would sit and dream until someone needed to use her. No body fucked her, no one removed the dildo and butt plug to give access to her diseased innards, but they still made use of her tits and mouth leaving her to use the edge of her mittens on her clit to provide some of the relief she needed.

Jennifer was dreaming about pussies, the black one Mr Kitts and Fluffy the female when she heard a voice she recognised, she looked across the room and saw a familiar silhouette, someone from her past, her heart pounded, it was Elmer from her neighbourhood.  The loser who used to fix her dad's car.

"Hi, Package for room thirteen twelve?"

"On the side kid, want to try our new titty-fuck?"

Elmer wandered over,

"Tits ain't big enough man, does it suck?" he asked.

"Like a grade A dream young man," Mo confirmed.

"Yeah, I could use a blow," he started to undo his pants.

Jennifer looked up helplessly at Mo.

"It's ok honey, just suck it right on down."

Jennifer braced herself for the assault of the vile smelling member but as the tip brushed her nose she was surprised to smell the clean aroma of soft soap and taste the slightly salty taste of a healthy cock, she wondered what his cum would be like as she tried to open wide enough to suck his balls inside.

"Fuck her son, this is a diseased whore not some girlfriend, you want her teeth out or something?"

"No sir" Elmer declaimed, "This is just fine, hell I'd pay two dollars just to fuck her mouth for an hour."

Elmer ran his hands through her hair.

"Needs slicking down how about I work some man mousse in it?" Elmer looked at Mo.

Bill replied "Hell yeah, then we can cover it with dust and shit off of the floor, make her look even cheaper, go to it son pull out and let fly."

Jennifer sucked as hard as she could but Elmer slid his penis from her mouth and as Mo came up behind him and expertly manipulated his shaft his seed shot out all over her face and forehead, Elmer scooped it up and worked it lovingly into Jennifer.s filthy blonde hair matting the pig tails, binding the strands with his glue.

The heard the sound of brushing and saw Bill sweeping he floor with a broom, he swept the dirt into a pan then added the contents of his ashtray and then came across and tipped it over Jennifer's head.

"She looks like the shit at the bottom of a garbage can." Bill laughed.

Jennifer wished she could stop her heart beating and die right there, Elmer the neighbourhood loser had just spunked all over her hair, and she was naked and covered in dirt, with diseased whore painted on her. She tried to cry but no tears came, but then Elmer squeezed her arm and smiled at her.  Her heart leaped as she saw desire and lust in his gaze, not pity, lust, and suddenly her life did not seem so bad, at least she was not out in the rain.

Days passed slowly for Jennifer, most of the visiting drivers used her, most preferring to wank over her as the smell got worse, while elsewhere her world was changing.

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A Walthers and Walthers Limo collected Violet McAndrew at around Nine on the morning of the fifteenth, it dropped her at the Kincardine Foundation on Carlton at ten fifteen, and she woke from her "Tests" at three thirty.

Violet knew something was wrong as soon as she woke, her chest felt strangely heavy yet tender, she looked at her feet, they were missing, she panicked "What have you done to my feet?" she squealed as she struggled against the straps holding her down to the metal framed hospital bed.

"Nothing, why," Dr Michaels confirmed in surprise.

"I can't see them."

"It's your new titties silly." a nurse chirped, Violet looked at the girl whose breasts strained her uniform obscenely, like some grotesque caricature of a Porno film starlet in a naughty nurse outfit.

"Fanny's right, Mrs McAndrew, we intended them to be 34 E but well, maybe I got carried away."

"Lots of saggy skin, yuck," said the nurse whose name tag said Tiffany" I want boobies like that one day."

Violet  looked at Tiffany's pouting breasts and looked again at the mountain of flesh now standing proudly from her own chest her sagging skin now stretched taut over the protuberances.

"You better hold them in your hands as you walk until we get some Bra's made." Tiffany suggested, "That's if you can walk!" she added mischievously.  

Violet looked again, she often wished she had better boobs, they sagged after she breast fed Jennifer and she often thought an extra couple of inches would make her more attractive, she backtracked her thought process, would perhaps make her attractive so she could dump the neighbourhood loser and find a real man.

"I suppose these are the tests I signed up to, Dr Michaels?"  she asked.

"That's right." Mike Gordon replied, "But you got two weeks of rest and recuperation ahead of you so just relax."

"How can I" she was going to say relax when Dr Michaels gave her a whiff of gas and she went into a deep sleep once more.

"Shall we do the Elephants ears next Tiffany"

"Can I cut the cunt flaps doctor?" Tiffany pleaded.

"All right, but I'm not messing around, if you can't fist her it's too bad, it's very awkward to stitch up if I have to ease them."

"Yes Doctor, sorry doctor." she said  wondering how long it would be before he needed to examine her breasts again.

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Jock McAndrew was surprised when the Ambulance arrived, "Violet went in a Limo." he explained as two men in white coats came to the door.

"You are Angus Michael Rennie McAndrew." Steve Andersson asked.

"Sure" McAndrew replied.

"Then I have a State requisition for your detention under the mental health ordinance of 1897.

"What"

"Signed by the guardians in trusteeship of your next of kin Violet and Jennifer Mr McAndrew namely Mr Gordon of Walthers and Walthers inc."

"Hell," McAdrew's realised he had signed over his rights over Violet and Jennifer. "Hell this is wrong." he shouted but his arm was now up his back and Andersson's assistant was administering the injection to calm him.

Jock felt drowsy as he left his home for the last time, he noted there was a construction crew waiting along the street and he wondered where they were headed.

The Ambulance drove slowly away and as it disappeared over the crest of the hill the construction crews leapt into action. firing up the bulldozer and starting to take down the front fence of the McAndrew property.

The big Catterpillar D8 crunched through the back wall of the property about the same time Jock arrived at "Bound" Walthers and Walthers select club on the bluffs above the city.  The old Bulldozer lost some more yellow paint revealing the former green US Marine colours it bore out in Nam as it systematically flattened the wood framed home and filled in the old basement burying Jocks cash, so by sundown there was just a neat asphalt apron leading to the building site in the old McAndrew place back lot.

Jock was just a plain old fashioned retard at heart, so the Bondage club came as a profound shock, fit guys in black leather and PVC with their manhoods dangling, or strapped up in little leather rigs with padlocks, and the smell of shit and lube and leather, he got real scared when her found his prick straining his pants like a junior tent pole and got really worried when he was taken to the room with the sizing rig.

Jock had no idea what a sizing rig did, but the adjustable rail at waist height and just a foot and a half or so back the obviously telescopic shaft, with a latex rubber cone on the end, emerging from the gunmetal grey cylinder mounted on a very strong but adjustable table at around ass hole height, gave him a pretty accurate guess as to what it did.

Mike Gordon just left instructions he was to be taken out of circulation for a while but Sadie LaGrand the principle trans-sexual correct-tress for the day shift had her own ideas.

"Hell I ain't no Ho-Mo" Jock protested as they pulled his pants down, pushed him up against the rail and lined the Yazumo Inc patent Anal-sizer probe slid up against his anus before opening the air valve and watching the probe dissappear up his anus with 25 psi showing on the gauge as Jock screamed in pain.

Takazumi Suzuki, Taku to his friends, operated the controls, he was a third year in electronics at Uni but he helped out with the machinery, and was the only person at "Bound" who could read the Japanese symbols in the instruction manual!

"Looks like its bottomed out"  Taku, suggested.  Shall I spread it?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sadie drawled. "Let me gag the wimp first." she dragged his jaws open and shoved a well chewed ball gag in his mouth and secured it with a leather belt around his head.

"Can you connect the pain detector please?" Taku asked.

"Fuck the pain, he can die for all I care, Four inch." Sadie ordered.

Taku, manipulated the control so the centre remained locked and the outer slid over the inner's  cone shape and began to expand, becoming spread ever wider and thicker under its tough rubber membrane.

Sinue tore, or was it bone split, the sound was much the same, a squelching crunching glopping sound, as McAndrews backside was stretched as never before and became as Sadie so eloquently described it,  "something useful, not just something to shit through and talk out of."

"It's at Four, Miss Sadie,"  Taku advised, "I'll pull it, ok?"

Sadie stared at the obscenely stretched rectum with the bloodied and shit stained sizing plunger waiting to withdraw.

"I was joking Taku" she said quietly.

"Sorry, not understand American humour," he lied.  He retracted the outer element of the sizer, collapsing the spreader and reducing the diameter and then pulled the operating arm back manually.

Jock's ass hole gaped open obscenely and small lumps of shit and blood dripped onto the floor.

"Job for Faggot not technician" suggested Taku and they left the room together to find someone to clean McAndrew up.

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The ten day cooling off period on the property deal between Mike Gordon acting for Jock, Violet and Jennifer  McAndrew as Guardian, and on the other part Bruno Scarlatti of Walthers and Walthers. whereby Walthers purchased the McArthur property for Ten Thousand dollars, less Nine thousand Nine hundred Ninety Nine dollars expenses, passed  as Jock explored his feminine side as he learned to suck cock on the Yazumo Inc Head-Traina at Bound, while at th same time Violet learned to walk again with her new and very impressive breasts and Jennifer tested the new variant Walthers vitamins as she recovered from a dose of VD in the filth of the loading bay. 

To be continued?,

Cast List.

Jennifer McAndrew

Mike Gordon

Conrad Walthers and Hermann Walthers

Walthers and Walthers

Mr Fellowes and this is Nurse Hancock,

Angie

Leroy Brown

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