Don drove her car to the back door of a seedy shop in a bad section of town. He parked and dragged her out of her seat. She tried to stay bent over, during her stumble up the stairs to the door. This was because the dongs inside her had gotten set that way and it was painful to try to straighten up. Then to bent over she felt she might not be seen as well.

He did not allow this. He forced her to straighten up by insistently tugging up on her leash. It was a painful and slow process, but with his constant pull she finally did it. Her guts shifted and finally her vitals accommodated the dongs into their new positions. The dongs remained rigid, her innards gave.

He tugged on the leash until she had gotten up straight. Then further until she was up on her toes and looking into his eyes. He pointed his finger in her face and lectured her,

"These are my friends. You are just some free pussy that followed me home. You act nice and respectful. You act real respectful to my friends. They want a fuck.you fuck. They want a suck.you suck. You understand me BITCH?"

She hopped she could fall down and the ground would swallow her up. She was here in the bad section of town, trusted up like a roast ready for the coals and basting, being lectured about the whoring of her body to a group of stranger perverts.



But her bodies betrayed her again. All the while he was instructing her, she was dripping like a boiling stream kettle. Her face was red but her sex was ready for the next fucking.

"I understand Don." she concurred. During her lecture the wind blew her cape up and exposed her bare ass covered only by the strap disappearing in her crack. With her hands captive to the gloves sewn on the strap their was nothing she could do. She shuttered and wondered how many normal people she had mooned?

She wondered.

Would it would hurt much?

How would he fuck her then?

How would she. Aw shit it was going to happen.

She wanted change didn't she?

Her thoughts were interrupted by,

"That old video camera and shitty lights, Walt uses won't know the difference, sides I like my sluts smooth and white. Not like you, all hairy and black. Go on back to your true love Liza." Don said as he whisked the cape off her and left her cringing in the brightly lit store attired only in the black nylon web. True her crotch was covered and plugged but she was still not use to showing off her mammorys to everyone. True these two people had both fucked or been fucked by her. Still she was shy about her modesty.

The rear curtains parted and an old man entered the store area from the back room carrying an arm load of equipment. She sought to turn and hide herself from the this newcomer. He put down the tray. Grabbed her hips and swiveled her to face him. He examined her tits and looked down into her framed and plugged pussy.

"Ok bitch sit in the chair and let me. Don! You got to get those plugs out of her if I'm going to do those lips and the little bud." the old white haired man said going to the tray of stainless steel implements and withdrew a curved needle. Still looking at her cunt crack covering strap, he went on, "I took my weekend time from my busy schedule, as a favor to you, and you obstruct my working area. An artist don't get no respect in his life time."

She recognized this voice too. This was another of her fuckers from last night. Still she gradually sought to bend over and cross her thighs and scrunch down to cover her modesty. The little nylon strap and the buried dongs dug her into her channel and rubbed it brutally. It hurt her so much gradually she had to let it all hang out. If she attempted to hang her head down and she began to choke herself on the collar. Their was nothing she could do. Don had told her and she was 'their whore'.

" Hay mellow out Walt. You want a fuck. I'll open it up or better still fuck Tina here. She kneed it, but I had to plug her for traveling. Why she tried to take on a dobbie in the hall before we could even get on the elevator to leave the building. No lie. Maybe in a couple of days, I'll go see about granting her her wish." Don said as he released her from her crotch holder strap buckle. Then he gave it a powerful yank, that started the dongs on their smooth descent, lubricated by pure pussy honey. Joan's traitorous body was working overtime providing this. Producing pure pussy cream seemed to be her only function now.

She hoped.

Once the dildos left her body she felt empty. Although they were terrible when they went in, horrible while inside, now she wanted a.fuck. She tried to rub her exposed tits against Don's chest, and tried to hump his hand while it was close to her now dripping cunt. She wanted to fuck him again now. The hell with the others in the room.

She thought.

The hell with how it looked. She wanted SEX! and she wanted it NOW!

"See what I mean Walt. A real horny bitch! All tits, pussy and cream." he said wiping his wet hand on her right tit and chest. "Now you just hold that thought bitch. After we get you decked out, we'll all party with you. Now lets go sit in the nice chair Walt uses to decorate bitches like you, and you better be a good slut." Don demanded.

She did not want to do it but lead on by Don she was soon seated in the chair. It was a modified barbers chair. A large vice like frame closed over her head and securing it starring straight ahead. Another holding strap went under her tits, covering her framing straps, and securing her torso to the chair. Another pair of straps were secured around her leg muscles, holding her knees wide open, and causing her recently vacated pussy and smooth labia, to gape wide open for all to see up inside her. Finally her ankles were forced open and tied to rings in the back of the chairs support. Thus guaranteeing easy access to all her charms displayed in this chair.

She tried to peered down, her wind pipe was partially blocked by the collar and the clamp pulled her facial skin. She could only see the tip of her nipples and some black nylon material down there. She prayed for Ted to come to her rescue. Ted would save her.

Ted. Dullsville.

She would rather fuck Don.or even Walt, rather than go back to that . that wimp.

She tried to adjust her back in the chair. She found she could hardly move and her breath was very restricted. She had to take shorter, smaller breaths. She felt a breeze where she had never felt one before. Her clit, stimulated by the cold air, stiffened. Cold air even blew up into her gaping vagina.



A cold soft feminine hand closed over her left nipple. She tried to look down there but now that was not possible, as she had already established, but she had to try. She could only see Tina's arm emerging from the vicinity of the pulled nipple. She knew.

She was about to curse the bitch out when she remembered Don's instruction to her outside the shop.



But surely he did not mean.



She held her tongue, It too remember it's homage to this bitch, and she endured the handling of the bitch's red tipped hand.

"This bitch has the tits for some whopper rings Don. How about we put in some of these 6 inchers?" Tina asked Don and Walt, pointing to a display in a glass case in the front of the store.

"None of that female catty shit. This is my whore. I want something simple and tasteful. say 2 or 3 inchers, I think. Walt, have you got a tray of assorted ones so I can see what's going to look tasteful on these tits?" Don asked stimulating her right nipple.

This nub stiffened under his manipulation. It was rock hard in seconds. She had been able to shift her gaze to Don, for her eyeballs were the only organ, that she could really move, fixed as she was in the chair. The old man brought over a tray and she managed to again shift her gaze to this tray as he placed it on a pull-up table beside the chair. It contained an assortment of rings. Some large, some small, some silver, some gold and a group of rainbow colored ones made in, what looked like ivory.

Don and Tina began holding the various rings on their respective breasts. She could not see the effect. Most times she could not even see which was being displayed where on her breasts. Her opinion was not asked for.

"Look here," Tina exclaimed, "This is her, and it is soo strong that I bet you can have her carry anvils with these in her here."



She glanced at Don and was thankfully she saw a sower expression. He did not like the obviously, industrial strength ones.



Don pinched her aureole against the unyielding metal of his latest candidate. She could not see it but it sure felt rough against her poor sensitive nipple. She was maddened by being so close to the selection and yet soo far. After all it was her breasts that were going to wear these rings, and she was not even being consulted. She felt another one being proposed by Tina. Then she felt a cold metal strip against the aureole.



"These are the ones!" Don decided. No discussion, no arguments.