JENNIFER Part 8
I had to walk behind her, trying to keep up as she stormed down the street,
speaking quickly into her phone. People looked at me, some women wrinkled their
noses in disgust and I felt my face burn, my panties a squishy sodden mess. As I
was carrying her parcels, I couldn't keep my short tunic down in the gusts of
wind, providing many laughing men with a good look at my bottom in the wet sheer
knickers.
Sylvia jammed her phone back into her handbag, turned down a lane and opened a
door, pushing me inside. It was a large room with a chair that looked like a
dentists chair and the memory of what Sylvia said about Jared removing teeth
made me panic. Sylvia must have seen the fear as she slapped me so hard across
the face, I crashed backwards and fell against that horrible chair.
"Don't even think of running!" Sylvia hissed, advancing on me and ripping that
straw hat off, throwing it to one corner. I dropped the parcels and cowered from
her and she slapped me again. Tears ran down my burning face.
A door opened and a large black woman in a hairdressers smock smiled at the
scene in front of her. I caught a glimpse of a busy hair salon behind her. "What
the fuck is this?" she asked casually. "Is this the new slut you told me about
on the phone?"
"Yes," Sylvia said, anger in her eyes. "As you can see Joan, she's Jared's
little fantasy girl. He got her because she looks so young for his schoolgirl
games."
Joan inspected me; her big fingers poked my breasts. "Big, isn't she? Bet these
get in the way, darling'" she laughed. "So he used her and left her dirty?"
"As you can plainly see. He knew I had plans for her this afternoon so he left
her in this condition to embarrass me!"
Joan shook her head. "When will you two stop trying to control each other? It is
never going to work. Brothers and sisters!" Joan sighed. "Let's get started."
Her big hand gripped my arm and without ceremony, dragged me to a door and into
a bathroom.
"Please," I whimpered and she calmly slapped me hard, my head rang and tears
filled my eyes.
"Shut up, darlin', you do everything I say. I don't have time to fuck around.
Get your gear off. Now!" Trembling I stripped and she kicked the dirty clothes
to a corner then expertly freed my hair from the plaits.
Calmly, she picked me up with a big hand under my armpits and placed me in the
shower, twirling the taps so water gushed over me. It was cold and I screamed in
shock and she spanked me hard on my bottom. "Keep fucking quiet! I got customers
out there!"
I was scrubbed clean her big hands turning and rubbing with a brush until my
skin was raw. Humiliated, I bent over as she washed me. "You're a wet slut,
aren't ya, darlin'? she laughed and I winced as she dragged the brush over my
bottom.
Sylvia returned with a tube and a bag that looked like a water bottle. No, I
screamed silently, not an enema! Again, Joan bent me over as Sylvia greased the
tube and I winced as Joan slipped it into my bottom. Both women laughed as Joan
hooked the bottle over the shower rail, turned a small handle and I felt warm
water rush into me.
It was humiliating and painful as my stomach filled. "Please," I whimpered but
both women ignored me. Bent over, my tits hanging down, wet hair against my face
as my belly grew, I tried to hold back the urge to let go.
Finally, Joan turned it off, removed the tube and both women stood by the
doorway. "Way you go," Joan laughed and, face burning in shame, painfully
climbed out and squatted over the toilet.
"Bombs away!" Sylvia called out and I let it go, face red, humiliation spreading
over me, tears running as the terribly smelling mess jetted from me into the
toilet.
Bundled back into the shower after flushing the toilet, Joan washed me down
again and led me wet and shaking to the room with the chair. They buckled my
arms to the arm rests and my lets to the sides, my legs spread so my bald pussy
was open and displayed.
Joan started cutting my hair and I cried silently as the locks of my loved hair
showered down on me. She was cutting it short and punky, even used an electric
shaver on the sides. "She won't look like a schoolgirl again," Sylvia said with
glee.
I was sobbing when she rubbed mousse into it to make my hair spikey, struggling
against the straps that held my wrists and legs in place. To my shame, I knew my
pussy was dripping, a fact that did not escape Sylvia. "She's a natural slut,"
she laughed, rubbing her finger against my pussy. "I could make you come with my
little finger, couldn't I?" Sylvia demanded and I turned my head away but she
gripped my chin to pull me back. "Couldn't I?"
"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, ashamed because I knew she was right, I so desperately
wanted to come. I wanted to so much it was a painful throb.
"You should hear here when she comes, Joan," Sylvia laughed. "She's like a
fucking fire engine."
"Just gag her. What do you think?" Joan asked and I cried even more when I saw
what she had down. My hair had been shaved at the sides and what remained had
been arranged into spikes. There was no way I looked like a schoolgirl.
Suddenly, Joan slipped a strange instrument into my mouth and seized my tongue,
pulling it out so I couldn't talk and drooled. I tried to scream as she moved a
needle towards it but only animal noises emerged. Without a seconds thought, she
pierced my tongue and I gurgled in shock, horror and pain. A stud was twisted
into it and she released my newly pierced tongue and it was stinging like mad
when I gingerly moved it around.
"A little ornament for me, slut," Sylvia said. "I suspect it will enhance your
performance." I was still crying when she hefted my breasts in her hands.
"Should we pierce these?" She asked and my eyes widened in horror.
"Please no Ma'am," I whimpered. "Please, I'll be good, I promise," I sobbed as
she squeezed my breasts.
"Nice gold rings? Very slutty and very pretty. Perhaps a permanent ring in your
nose so I can lead you about like a slut?"
"Please, no, Ma'am," I cried in terror, lisping a little with the stud in my
thick tongue. "I'll do anything."
"I know you will." She let go of my breasts. "Perhaps another time."
They released me, pulled me to my feet and Joan produced a leather strap with
two dildos attached to it. Sylvia made me spread my legs and the strap was
passed between them. "Squat down on them, slut," Sylvia commanded and I inserted
the dildos, one in my bottom and that was terribly hard to get in while the
other, to my shame, slid easily into my wet pussy. As they buckled it closed
around my waist, I felt so full, so completely penetrated and helpless. My
stinging tongue reminded me who had complete control over me.
Sylvia laughed loudly when Joan locked the belt shut with a gold padlock.
Handing Sylvia a key, "He won't get access to that cunt unless you decide."
Joan produced a support bra with half-cups and I put it on, easing my breasts
into it so they sat in the half-cups, the hard nipples exposed. A pink tight low
cut tube top and a very short black mini skirt. Shamed, I looked at the
reflection of a slut in the mirror, the nipples clearly visible in the tube top
and the leather of the belt peeked above the waist of the skirt. My collar and
tags proclaimed to the world what I was, a slut. They made me walk and the
dildos deep inside me moved as I did and I walked almost bowlegged to make it
easier but I was constantly reminded how penetrated I was. God, I was aroused,
desperate to come!
"She walks like an old pro," Joan said scornfully. "She's not a schoolgirl
anymore."
Carrying her parcels, I struggled after Sylvia who led me back into the office
building. I kept my head down as I heard whispered in the lift and at the
reception. Sylvia marched right in and pushed me at an astonished Jared. "Fuck,
Sylvia!" he exclaimed. "What have you done?"
"You tried to embarrass me, little brother!" Sylvia hissed. "That wasn't a good
idea. Your little school girl fantasy is no more!"
She made me turned around and she pulled the skirt up to show him the wide
leather strap between my legs and then pushed me forward. "See the belt, little
brother?' Sylvia sneered. "It's locked shut and you get access to her holes when
I say! I know, you're thinking her mouth is still available? Show him slut!" I
stuck my tongue out and Sylvia laughed. "That little stud might get in the way
for you but I suspect I'll thoroughly enjoy it!"
"Sylvia, this is going too far. I was just having fun, that's all!"
"And so am I! Find yourself another little slut for a while."
Jared calmly leaned back. "I have. Her name is Margaret and I'll fuck her
tonight. I don't care if this one's locked up. I could use an electric saw to
get the belt off, might mess her up a bit but what do I care. Now, fuck off,
both of you!"
Seated on the train, I felt the dildos moving in me. I wanted to come so badly,
I needed to and I knew I would beg Sylvia to let me come, I would do anything
for her, anything at all!
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