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POOL PARTY III
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains lots and lots of non-consensual
sexual activity. It is not intended for minors or for those
who are easily offended. If you fall into either of these
categories, stop reading now.
This is the third part of a four part story.
Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
(unaltered, of course), but be discrete.
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The job, it turned out, was stripping.
The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim. Kim Loo. She
worked as a recruiter and trainer for a chain of 'gentleman's clubs' across the
country. In particular, she worked for the local club of the chain:
'Pussywillows', located in nearby Point Hope. Tammy had met her there during
the 'end of the school year' celebrations after her first year of college.
Evidently, they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer to work at the
club. At least, if Kim wanted her.
And it seemed she did.
Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo had shown up at
the sorority the morning after the captive's first session of pussy sucking.
The girls had gotten her to repeat her duties that morning, but had been
meticulous in getting her cleaned up for her 'audition'.
Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared back from the bed
with wide, confused eyes, still dressed in the pink top and miniskirt in which
she had left the pool party. The oriental woman was careful not to show any
emotion as she stared down at Jennifer with impenetrable black eyes, but she
knew instantly that this girl would be perfect for the club. Pussywillows
specialized in fresh new talent, its patrons preferring the slightly hesitant
and embarrassed newcomers over the more experienced professionals. As well, the
professionals knew better than to hook up with a place like Pussywillows, as it
was more than stripjoint.
Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.
After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the woman had turned to
Tammy.
"She'll do." That was all. The woman turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"What's going on?" Jennifer whined, thoroughly frightened.
"She's going to be your new boss," Tammy explained gleefully. "And
trainer. You start next week at Pussywillow's in Point Hope."
Jennifer's eyes widened with shock and she chocked back a cry. She knew
all about that place. In fact, she had spent much of the previous summer
picketing in front of it, and gathering signatures on a petition to have it
shut down. It was one of her few unsuccessful causes.
That was enough.
"No way," she stated. "No fuckin' way I'm doing it." Jennifer began to
struggle with her bonds. "Now let me loose you bitch." She thrashed about on
the bed, but to no avail.
Tammy just smiled.
A nasty smile.
"I think," the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes sparkling with malice,
"that it's time to show you something. A demonstration." She walked to the
other side of the room, bent over, and slid open a battered wooden drawer. When
she straightened up, she held in her hand a metal rod, about two feet in
length, with a plastic handle on one end and a small bulb on the other. A small
red switch sat beside a plastic dial on the handle.
"This," she announced happily, "is a cattle prod." Jennifer stared in
horrified fascination as Tammy walked up to the side of the bed. "I'm going to
give you a jolt on low power, just to give you a taste of it. If I have to use
it again, however, it will be turned to full." She flicked the switch. The rod
emitted a low humming sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive's face
and then lowered it to Jennifer's stomach.
Jennifer shook her head. "No... NOOOOO......"
Pain.
The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond anything Jennifer had
ever imagined a human being could experience and still survive that she was for
a moment utterly certain that she had somehow spontaneously burst into flames
and was being consumed by the fire. Indeed, she was shocked to find herself
intact when the burning finally died down.
Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer's eyes were wild with pain and
her quivering lower chin was covered with glistening spittle from where she had
virtually foamed at the mouth. That should do it.
"That was on low power," she reiterated. "Next time it's on full. If you
continue to misbehave, you'll become rather... intimate with it." Tammy paused
to let her words sink in.
"Do you understand?"
Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks of the jolt,
nodded her head in emphatic agreement. She was certain - she knew - that she
could not survive a jolt at full power. It would surely kill her.
Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have done its job.
Turning, she called out: "Becky. Cindy." The twins appeared in the doorway and
entered the room. "Get her ready for her first lesson," Tammy ordered.
It was to be the first of many.
The lessons took place in the sorority common room.
For about three hours every morning and then every afternoon, Kim taught
Jennifer the rudiments of stripping. At first, she kept her clothes on. Kim
taught her how to stretch and move her sleek body to show off most effectively
her various 'assets' (as Kim called them). She learned to bump and grind her
crotch in an obscene circular motion; how to prance with grace on the four inch
pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jennifer was taught how to swing her
narrow hips in a sexy manner; how to move in a way that caused her tits to
bounce up and down on her chest just so.
In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.
When the 'basics' were over, Kim started in on the actual stripping.
Against her will - but enthusiastically, under threat of the cattle prod - she
learned how to remove her various articles of clothing, one by one, in way
calculated to drive men wild. Again and again, the mortified girl was forced to
strut her stuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and slowly...
teasingly... strip down to nothing. Once naked, she was instructed in the 'fine
art' of showing off some of the usually hidden parts of her body: slipping her
hands under her firm titties and pushing upwards; crouching with legs spread to
show off her pussy; turning, back to the audience, spreading her legs and
bending at the waist...
When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on the actual
stripping, Jennifer was shown some other necessary skills for her new role in
life: the oriental woman demonstrated how to apply thick layers of what was
almost stage makeup for use under the bright lights of the catwalk; how to pout
like a spoiled slut and run her pink tongue over her now bright, red lips. How
to blow sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She was shown how
to tease her own nipples - after, of course, they had been suitably rouged - so
that they stood proud and firm on her chest.
Day after day she practised...
The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost on Jennifer. The
fact that she - a person who had dedicated her life to eradicating such sexist,
male-gratifying images - was forced to learn how to behave like some adolescent
fantasy-slut drove her wild with frustration and anger.
But there was nothing she could do.
Absolutely nothing.
She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in the second
lesson. Smiling a sadistic little smile, Tammy had taken the now crying girl
into the bedroom and, without saying a word, had used the cattle prod on her.
At full force.
As promised.
When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer found herself alone
in the room, curled half naked into a fetal position on the floor. She knew
what she had to do. Sobbing with pain and humiliation, she pushed herself to
her feet, straightened her meagre clothing, and stumbled back into the common
room to continue the lesson.
Kim had been waiting for her.
And the lessons resumed.
The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of her time at the
sorority house training her new employee. She had other duties. She had,
however, left certain instructions which the girls followed with enthusiasm.
For example, when she was not actively engaged in a particular lesson, Jennifer
was to be kept in full 'slut dress' - tight miniskirts; wispy tops; plastic
pumps; heavy makeup - in order to practice and become accustomed to her new
role in life. Thus, for the full two weeks of her training, Jennifer was forced
to prance around in full makeup and wore nothing but short, tight miniskirts,
revealing tops and high heels. Before long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot slut
became second nature to her.
But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod, their unwilling
trainee was only allowed to speak either in a breathy whisper - Tammy had
forced her to practice it for hours on end - which the girls referred to as her
'sex kitten voice', or in a high, nasal whine (the 'bimbo' voice). In either
case, she was not allowed to use words of greater than two syllables. At first,
Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new voices, and the girls were
'forced' to administer a number of humiliating spankings during which their
captive was forced to thank them after each swat - in the appropriate voice, of
course - and apologize for her disobedience. With such encouragement, Jennifer
was soon able to maintain the voices without conscious thought, but the limit
of two syllables made it difficult for her to articulate any sort of complex
thought. Soon, she was speaking only in short, simple sentences.
Evenings, of course, she was required to service the girls, and she
quickly became quite proficient at pussy sucking. The thought of being required
to slurp the other girl's pussies every night soon lost its terror, and more
than once she became quite angry at herself when she involuntarily felt a flush
of pleasure when Lisa complimented her. 'First chance,' she told herself, face
buried deep in the other girl's pussy, 'and I'm out of here.'
That chance, however, never seemed to come.
Still, Tammy wanted more.
After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with a large black
dildo. "You're always going on about how the blacks are treated on campus," the
blonde coed laughed. "Put your pussy where your mouth is." She threw the
massive object onto the bed beside the older girl. Jennifer, naked except for
her shiny black pumps and a black pushup bra, looked warily at the thing as she
sat on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten inches long. They
couldn't...
Tammy, sensing the older girl's hesitation, walked over and picked up the
ever present cattle prod. "Do it," she ordered menacingly. Trembling, Jennifer
reached over the grasped the massive black dildo. "Now," Tammy continued, "lean
back against the pillow and start fucking yourself with it."
Jennifer looked up. "T-Tammy..." The other girl sighed and flicked on the
cattle prod. The low, electric hum immediately filled the room with the promise
of pain. That was enough for Jennifer. Hastily, she lay back against the
pillow, spread her legs and began inserting the dildo.
"What's up?" It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.
"The slut here's been complaining that she doesn't get enough cock," Tammy
smirked. "Isn't that right?"
Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was still trying to force
the dildo inside her stretched pussy. About half of is had now disappeared from
view.
"Say it." Tammy waved the cattle prod.
"I... I w-wanted some c-cock," Jennifer groaned, as another inch was
sucked inside.
The twins giggled. "I'll get my camera," Cindy cried, running out of the
room. Tammy, laughing, walked over to the side of the bed. "C'mon little
fuckpet," she cooed. "Get it in... that's right." By the time Cindy returned
with her camera, Jennifer had finally managed to encompass the entire dildo,
and was just beginning - on Tammy's instructions - to start sliding it in and
out.
Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer's nipples, but Tammy
caller her away. "Let her do that," she stated. Becky pulled away. "OK Jennie
Cockslave," the blonde said, "start putting on a show. Rub your little titties
and play with yourself until you make us believe that you've had an orgasm."
Jennifer turned beet red with embarrassment, but did as she was told.
Tammy was holding the cattle prod.
And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling with tension, Jennifer
began to masturbate in earnest. She closed her eyes and began thinking about...
about anything other than where she was; about being with a boy. A nice boy. A
boy who would treat her with respect; who would realize that she too was a real
person with goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who would make long, tender
love to her...
Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussy juices started
flowing, and for the first time since the pool party, she began to feel some
sexual pleasure. The large black dildo, now glistening, slid in and out... in
and out, while she teased her own nipples through the sheer bra. Her brightly
painted lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure as the cock drove
her higher... higher... higher...
Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over and through her body,
washing away the long days and hours of humiliation and suffering. She felt
warm and...
Then she opened her eyes.
Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams, she saw herself,
stretched half naked on a bed, legs spread wide and a large, black dildo stuck
halfway up her pussy, while Tammy and the twins - Cindy with the camera -
looked on and laughed.
"What's with the slut?" It was Lisa, who had just entered the room. "She
gettin' off?"
And, for only the second time since she had been abducted from the pool
party, Jennifer began to cry in front of her captors...
Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on a show for the
sorority girls. Usually with the black dildo, but sometimes with other objects
such as bottles or flashlights. Usually up her pussy, but not always. Many
nights found her lying with her ankles chained up around her ears, running the
dildo in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.
She never came again, but soon became adept at faking sexual excitement.
And the girls didn't care. It was even more degrading when their captive's
moans and grunts of pleasure were entirely put on...
Still Tammy wanted more.
One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy; a long, pink dildo
strapped to her crotch. First, she had Jennifer give her a blowjob. The older
girl had balked at first, but she soon found herself on her knees in front of
the pudgy blonde, running her thick, pouty lips up and down the plastic cock.
"Tell me how much you love it," Tammy ordered, running the cattle prod lightly
along Jennifer's naked back.
"Mmmm..." Jennifer moaned obediently, "I love to suck cock. Give it to
me. S-slide it into my mouth..." The girls liked this, and forced her to
continue, switching back and forth from the 'bimbo' voice to the 'sex kitten'
voice. Cindy took numerous pictures as Jennifer slaved over the plastic cock,
running her slender fingers up and down its spit glistening surface and sucking
it deep into her throat.
After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the bed and climbed on
top. The other girls laughed and clapped with amusement as the blonde
ringleader spread Jennifer's legs and began to fuck her with the dildo.
Jennifer didn't resist - she didn't dare - but that was not enough. Tammy
wanted active participation. A few slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably,
the threat of the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and grunting like an
experienced whore as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo in and out of her pussy.
Afterwards, the girls all had to give it a try, each one insisting that
Jennifer react as if overcome by lust. In this manner, Jennifer was trained to
fake an orgasm; going over it again and again until the girls agreed that she
had it right. Soon, despite the fact that the sex with the dildo gave her no
pleasure at all, Jennifer was bucking, moaning and screaming out orgasms like a
porn star. Like the rest of her slut behaviour, it became second nature to her.
But Tammy wanted more.
Anal sex.
The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod for the third time
when Jennifer objected to being sodomized with the enormous phallus. As usual,
it had proved an effective tool: the next night found Jennifer sitting on
Tammy's lap, riding the greased plastic dildo up and down her anal passage. All
the time mauling her own breasts, moaning and whining like it was the best
thing she had ever felt.
By this time, the girls were regularly filming these little training
sessions. Jennifer didn't object.
She didn't dare.
Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kim decided that
Jennifer was ready for work. As a prelude, Tammy set up a 'coming out' party,
inviting the boys from Phi Phi Phi to witness the results of their hard work.
Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the door by a vastly
changed Jennifer. Not the clothing: she was still wearing the same polyester
miniskirt, pink top and high heels he had last seen her in at the pool party.
That was the same. But everything else... it was like night and day. This
Jennifer - the one who opened the door - gazed up at him with wide, adoring
eyes. This Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, pouty lips before
asking him, in a deep, breathy voice: "Come in. Can Jennie take your coat?"
(Even now, Jennifer couldn't help but blush in helpless embarrassment at this
final humiliation - Tammy had decreed that she was no longer to refer to
herself in the first person.) This Jennifer flounced away, jacket in hand, with
her hips swinging back in forth in an inviting fashion. This was not the
president of the Concerned Students for Political Correctness; this was one hot
slut!
By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark was comfortably seated
on a large chair in the common room. The new Jennifer - Jennie she was called
now, Jennie Fucktoy - had greeted each one of the guests individually - some
with long, deep kisses - and was now busily serving drinks. An oriental woman -
must be Kim, he realized, remembering his conversations with Tammy, from the
club - was given a position of honour right at the front of the room. Directly
in front of the cleared area that would serve as a makeshift stage, she would
have the best view of the upcoming show.
Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of the room by the
twins and Tammy walked to the front of the impromptu stage and called loudly
for attention.
"Ok everyone," she called out. "Listen up." The room quickly fell silent.
"Tonight," she stated in a mock announcer's voice, "it is my pleasure to
present BCN's very own Campus Boy-Toy; our very own sex bitch and pussy-sucker:
Jennie Fucktoy!"
Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-stage portion of the
room while a slow, raunchy blues number cranked up through a pair of old
speakers behind the stage. After a few moments, Jennifer appeared on stage.
The new Jennifer.
Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jennifer felt like she was
about to throw up. She had considered trying to slip out the back, but Becky
and Cindy were keeping a close eye on her. And, of course, the threat of the
cattle prod was a potent one. She was simply unwilling to risk the cost of an
unsuccessful attempt to escape.
"...Jennie Fucktoy!"
Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.
Showtime.
Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath and walked onstage.
Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as Jennifer - no; Jennie
Fucktoy - appeared onstage. He couldn't believe that this was the same bitch
who had given them so much grief on campus over the last four years. This girl
- this slut - walked slowly towards the front of the stage; lips parted in an
appealing pout; long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass; hips swinging...
It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentive Jennifer Watson who had
crashed his party a couple of weeks ago? He felt his cock harden as the
bitch-slut on stage strutted her stuff back and forth in time with the music...
Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls - the mad, leering faces -
as she went through the routine. She had been through it a hundred times
before, but never with an audience. She felt her hardened nipples (thirty
seconds of rubbing had done it backstage) push against the front of her thin,
pink top as she strutted across the stage. Almost too late, she remembered to
lick her lips and smile at the audience...
The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through her mind...
Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they called her was
unfuckingbleievable. What a babe! She was presently crouched down in the centre
of the stage, legs spread and pussy clearly visible between her thighs.
Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.
Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in the forefront of her
mind, trying to ignore all else: straighten up, twirl and bend (wiggle your
ass); unfasten the top while back is to the audience (smile over your
shoulder); drop top, turn, push breasts up, fondle (lick your lips and smile);
let tits go, wiggle back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile); reach
down and insert thumbs in waistband of miniskirt...
Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly. The boys were going
wild as Jennie Fucktoy, now totally naked except for the pumps, stretched her
legs and ran her hands up and down the outside of her pussy. Tammy had wanted
to take it farther, actually make her masturbate herself with the black dildo,
but Kim had turned down that idea: no penetration.
At least not in this state.
Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie was left standing,
naked and glistening with sweat as the boys laughed and cheered. Tammy glanced
over at Kim who had quickly stood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and walked past
the panting Jennie and into the kitchen. Tammy walked on stage, grabbed the
stunned Jennie by the arm, and dragged her, stumbling in the pumps, back into
the kitchen.
Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on the table beside a
pen. Still naked, Jennifer stared blankly at the paper. What did they want her
to do?
Then Tammy began to speak: "It's a contract," she explained. "Between you,
me and Pussywillows. For your job."
Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One particular phrase jumped
out at her. Three months. THREE MONTHS. She looked over at the girl who held
her by the arm. "T-Three months?" she asked, still speaking in the low breathy
voice. "I... Jennie works three months?"
"Bimbo voice," Tammy ordered.
Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time in high, ditzy
voice.
This time Tammy nodded. "That's right. After that, you'll have paid back
the money we lost for the pool."
It wasn't much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that small bit of hope.
There was an end in sight.
A way out.
Three months...
Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It was difficult to
handle, as she was still unused to the long, bright red nails that had been
glued to her own fingernails, but she managed to sign her name in a shaky
scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbed the pen and signed her own name. Kim, less
anxiously, added her own name to the document.
The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she pocketed the pen. She
looked over at Tammy who was openly grinning. "Have her at the club by noon
tomorrow." That said, she turned and left the room.
Tammy turned to Jennie. "Well Jennie," she laughed. "You're all set. Just
one more thing?"
Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly be?
Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were still clapping and
cheering. "You've got an adoring audience to satisfy," she explained. Jennifer
started to protest, but Tammy just grabbed the older girl's face and dragged it
closer. "And," she continued, "if I hear of one complaint - just one guy who
thinks that you aren't enjoying the gang banging you're about to get - you'll
spend the night with the cattle prod turned on to full power and stuffed up
your cunt. Do you understand?"
Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?
Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the hapless girl back into
the common room. The cheering rose to new heights...
END PART III
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