


RAISING THE PERFECT SLUT (2/7)

(Blackmail, M+/F, humiliation)


A Story by Lara Cataluna


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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are 
Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

I write these things for one purpose alone: Hearing from readers. Please let me 
know what you think...

Notes:

1- All characters and institutions used in this story are fictional. To my 
knowledge there is no "Pink Compassions" or "Sin City Entertainment". There is 
no "Women Liberation Front". There is no Larry Binks, supposedly Republican 
Senator from Louisiana (both Senators from Louisiana are Democrats).
2- This story is based on a blackmail scheme, unlike some stories I wrote before 
which were based on mind-control. As such, I think it requires a great 
suspension of logic. Most people I know would refuse to do things that are done 
in A.S.S. blackmail stories.
3- There is no incest in this story, but in a scene mother and daughter are both 
present. The story kind of led there. (I personally find incest, with the 
possible exception of sister/sister, to be repulsive). I had some reservations 
about this and I wondered about whether I should use a different pseudonym. At 
the end I decided otherwise, based on the fact that all characters are imaginary 
anyway.
4- Kelly Van Ryan is a special name for those familiar with movies. 5- In a 
particular scene, I used "Poor girl .. all alone" posted many times by 
gbfntsy@aol.com. I think this is one of the best fantasies on
the A.S.S., and in fact it was adopted by Apollyon Beelzebub in his "Starfuck" 
series featuring Jennifer Love Hewitt. It's long been my desire to adopt the 
"Poor girl .. all alone" in one of my stories and it fit in nicely with this 
story. Perhaps, the same effect could be given without a complete adaptation of 
the "Poor girl .. all alone" but I did it for my own enjoyment as much as 
anything else.

Inspirations:

1- The movie "Cruel Intentions"
2- "Tammy at Work" by Roger T Pipe
3- "Poor girl .. all alone "by gbfntsy@aol.com
4- "Orlando's Call" by Parker
5- "The Plucked Duck" by Joy Paine
6- The movie "Eyes Wide Shut"

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Important Characters:

Richard Rostock: Businessman sent to jail by Michelle Cataluna
Michelle Cataluna: Feminist TV personality, anti-porn activist, famous attorney
Luici Simone: Owner of pornography firm, Pink Compassions
Sammy Milano: Simone's man in LAPD
Lara Cataluna: Daughter of Michelle Cataluna
Kelly Van Ryan: Lara's friend from high-school
"Hammer": Black Gang Leader and Pot provider for Lara and Kelly 

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At first, Michelle was upset that her daughter wouldn't be coming home for 
summer. But in retrospect she had been very pleased - there she was, her 
daughter, on the track to becoming every bit as successful as her Mom. Lara 
would be working for a big investment firm in New York - "Brown Investment 
House" she had said. "Good for her" she thought. "Way to go"...

Michelle was sunbathing by the pool at her posh mansion in Beverly Hills. She 
had another show that night and she fully intended to chew on somebody's ass. 
She enjoyed her success - and she wasn't nowhere close to being done. Women's 
Liberation Front was now the most powerful feminist organization in the country, 
and she was the most prominent feminist in the country, breaking the balls of 
sexist Conservative pigs on MSMBC's "The Liberation Front" every week.

She sipped her Pina Colada, signaling at one of her servants for another one - 
that's what she called them, "servants". She didn't keep them around when Lara 
was at home, but the heavy-muscled well-hung male bimbos dressed in spandex and 
bow-ties, pandering to her every command certainly made her feel powerful. For 
ages, powerful men had kept sexy little bimbos around, using young, pretty girls 
as their personal fucktoys. Well, now, Michelle was the one in charge, she was 
the powerful one and she owned a bunch of male bimbos of her own - ready to 
serve, ready to strip out of their clothes and get those tongues flipping 
whenever she felt like it.

When the young man in the pink body suit brought her drink, she gave him a 
playful spank on the ass. He was being paid handsomely, but she knew he didn't 
like being treated like a little male slut - which was, of course, the whole 
point of practice for Michelle...

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Lara showed up at Rostock Enterprises at 7 A.M. sharp as ordered. She was so 
nervous that she was almost shaking. She had spent weeks thinking about how to 
get out of this situation - and she could see no way out! Lara could not endure 
jail. She just had to suck it up and it would be all over by the end of Summer.

Rostock Enterprises occupied the top three floors of the building - unlike the 
old times when the firm owned the entire building. Lara was surprised to see the 
office was filled with employees at this early hour. Richard's office was on the 
34th floor. It was a
richly-decorated office, looking over the Hudson River.

Richard's eyes gazed over the luscious body of the 19-yr old girl. There she 
was, the precious daughter of his biggest enemy, in his mercy, ready to serve as 
his personal fucktoy. The girl was obviously scared, shifting on her legs 
nervously as she stood in front of him, looking at the floor. Richard puffed his 
Cigar in joy - he loved seeing his women like this, scared and powerless, left 
with no choice but submission. 

He spoke sternly: "You're on time. That's good - I have a rather nasty streak in 
me, I don't tolerate imperfection. Starting tomorrow you'll be here every 
morning at 7:00 sharp. Do you understand?"

"Yes".

"Yes? You meant, 'Yes, Sir' I imagine?".

"Yes, Sir" Lara corrected herself anxiously.

Richard looked at the expensive Dona Karan suit on the girl - spoiled little 
cunt!

"And because you are a dumb slut, you show up over-dressed for the job" 

Lara's face turned pale.

"I'm sorry, Sir" she said in a terrified voice.

"Luckily, I had one of my assistants do a little shopping for you". Richard 
produced a package. "Put these on".

Despite the humiliation, Lara knew she had no choice.

"Where can I dress... Sir?"

"Right here, of course. I'd like to see my new possession in detail...".

Lara began undressing with a red face.

"Maybe if you did your shopping for a normal slut, rather than an uppity 
'businesswoman', you would have the right outfits. Anyway, we have plenty of 
formalities to take care of , you can just add shopping for clothes to the 
list".

"First of all, grab these magazines"

Lara looked at the magazines with awe: Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler... 

"You will subscribe to those magazines. Since you're not much likely to improve 
your secretarial skills, you might as well work on your fucking skills. Give 
your home address for the magazines of course - the office is not a whorehouse. 
But have the bill sent to the office so that I'll know you have subscribed."

"But, Sir, my housemates will see it" protested Lara.

"Oh, are you scared your friends may figure out what a slut you are? Well, 
that's your problem. Just do your best to get to the mailbox first... or since 
you're so smart, make up an excuse. And you'd better really read everything in 
those magazines!"

"Secondly, you need to buy clothes. I hope you have the brains to figure out 
what kind of attires are needed for your job. Pay a visit to Victoria's Secret. 
Purchase the sluttiest, whorish lingerie you can find - and nothing in white, of 
course. Sluts like you don't wear white. Most of the time you won't be permitted 
to wear underwear anyway. Also buy some tight micro-minis, tight blouses, 
whatever... Anything revealing and tight. As long as you work here, clothes are 
just a formality for you. I don't want anyone having to do too much guess-work 
to imagine what you look like naked. Also buy a couple of big high heels. Buy 
some make-up, lipstick and nail-polish in bright colors. You should learn to 
advertise your charms - I host plenty of guests."

"Is that all, Sir?"

"Not, yet - you haven't completed your first morning duty yet". Richard unzipped 
his fly. "I like to start the day with a blow job"! 

Lara quickly got down on her knees...

Richard smiled: Poor little Lara - she'd be his little puppet, dancing on 
strings by the end of summer.

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Soon, Lara stepped out of Richard's office. She was dressed in a tight red suit 
that completely hugged her sexy figure. The skirt was a micro-mini which left 
her smooth legs naked, and the deep cut of the jacket displayed an inviting 
cleavage. She was also equipped with 4-inch red heels which called for attention 
to her perfect ass with each step. Her outfit was complete with a red pair of 
skimpy panties and bra underneath the revealing business-suit. The generous 
amount of bright red lipstick on her full lips promised countless blow jobs and 
the same color nails completed the "office slut" image. Red, Richard's choice of 
color, contrasted nicely with her blonde hair. Her dress hardly left anything to 
imagination.

Lara was introduced to a Mrs. Brown, an authoritative, overweight woman who eyed 
Mr. Rostock's newest slut with some disdain. Margaret Brown didn't really 
approve of Richard's girls but she was very loyal to her Boss and Richard had 
kept her around for more than two decades, with a salary almost as fat as the 
woman herself. She told Lara she'd be needed for typing some letters - which 
proved to be a challenge for Lara. She'd never taken the time to become a 
fast-typer and she had never expected to work with her hands. She was supposed 
to work with her brains, like Mom did.

Despite her intelligence and education, it seemed for the duration of the summer 
Lara would have to utilize her physical skills rather than her wits. The 
prospect of going to jail was the only thing that kept her from rushing out of 
this horrible situation - the entire thing was simply much too degrading for the 
girl! She barely stopped herself from crying as she was led to a desk with 
stacks of letters to be typed. 

When the lunch time came, Lara decided she didn't want to socialize with anyone 
in this company. The people she could relate to - the young professionals - did 
not seem likely to engage with a mere office slut. And Lara certainly didn't 
wanna have anything to do with the other steno-girls and secretaries, quite sure 
they were all simple-minded and poorly educated. She approached Mrs. Brown 
trying to inquire about where she might get a quick snack.

"There are some fruits next to the water cooler, you can have Bananas or 
something!". Mrs. Brown answered with obvious hostility. "Bananas would be good 
practice for you anyway"!

The mockery lit a jolt of anger through Lara's mind but she knew she had to 
contain herself in order to survive this predicament.

She was called into Richard' office again after lunch. Apparently, her boss 
fancied a full-fuck this time. She came out of his office with a blushed face, 
feeling the stares all over her. She could tell everyone knew what it meant when 
the new assistant was called into Mr. Rostock's office. She buried her face in 
the type-writer, pretending not to notice all the stares and snickering...

When she finally made it home later in the evening, she spent an hour in the 
shower, trying to wash away all the shame and violation.

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Kelly stood nervously behind Sammy. She was dressed in a short white dress. She 
had never been to a black neighborhood like this in her entire life. Her young 
life had been spent on posh streets and
expensive malls, not in South Central LA. This place felt every bit as alien as 
African Sahara. The houses looked ugly, the walls were unpainted, the windows 
were broken... Every corner seemed infested with gangs and drunks... And almost 
everyone she could see on the streets was black! Kelly had not seen so many 
blacks in one place in her entire life.

She wanted to just run scared but it was too late now - she could not go to 
jail, even the idea sent a cold shiver down her spine. She had called her 
parents and let them know she'd be away for the summer: They'd be thinking she 
got an internship up in San Francisco. Sammy had explained it to her in plain 
terms. Instead of years of jail, she was supposed to stay with these guys for 
the Summer. And "serve" them... 

"Here's your home for the Summer" remarked Sammy, knocking on the door 
nonchalantly with the butt of his gun. The door was opened by a muscular black 
guy: As soon as Kelly recognized Marcus' mean stare, it all downed on her: The 
contents of the package was no mistake; it was a set-up. It was a set-up to turn 
her into a slave. Marcus had wanted her, and he had gotten her through this 
set-up.

"Hello officer" Hammer said - Kelly could see a gun on the black guy's belt. He 
didn't seem shy around Sammy.

Sammy walked in and Kelly followed him coyly. There were 5 young black men in 
the room and they were all dressed in clothes Kelly could only describe as "gang 
wear". There were pictures of naked women plastered all over the walls, and 
there was heavy smoke in the room. Kelly guessed it was marijuana - or something 
more serious. She could see stuff on the tables which could only be drugs. The 
black guys were all smoking something, and drinking what she guessed to be malt 
liquor. Some kind of gangsta-rap, the kind of music she couldn't stand, was 
playing in the background and one of the fattest persons Kelly had ever seen in 
her life was "rapping" in the middle of the room, his several gold chains 
clacking. They all had guns, and kept them around as if it was nothing. All in 
all, these were the scariest people Kelly had ever seen in her life.

"Hey, cut it out!" yelled Hammer to the others...

Somebody turned off the huge stereo placed in the middle of the room. 

Sammy spoke:

"So, as we talked before - here's your prize."

Marcus was sizing up the young woman who was now visibly shaking. He grabbed her 
breasts and squeezed. "You know, I always wanted to have some prime Beverly 
Hills pussy. I always wanted to see your
dope-smoking little mouth stuffed with my black cock. Now, your white ass 
belongs to me bitch! And I share everything with my brothers...". 

One of the black guys screamed: "Hey, what the fuck's going on Hammer?" 

Sammy took the initiative to explain: "You got this bitch all to yourself. For 
the next three months... Do whatever you wish with her. I don't know... She'll 
cook for you, clean for you... suck your cock... whatever...! Try not to give 
her any diseases, though. And don't fuckin' break her arm or anything... I want 
her returned in "good condition"!!"

Kelly was on the verge of tears:

"You asshole..." she screamed at her dope-dealer.

Hammer slapped the girl's face without hesitation. "You will learn to watch your 
mouth. And you will learn to be obedient". He slapped her again: "Do you 
understand?"

"Yes..."

Another smack landed on Kelly's face.

"That's 'Yes, Master!'. You will refer to every gang member as 'Master'. Got it, 
bitch?"

"Yes, Master..."

"You never had black cock in you, have you?"

Kelly, scared as she was, didn't dare lie... "No, Master". 

"I bet you are racist rich bitch, aren't you? You can't stand black guys like 
me, can you? Well, get ready cunt, you will soon have more black cock in you 
than a crack whore..."

"Well, then..." interrupted Sammy. "I'm glad to see you guys getting off to a 
good start. I'm leaving now".

"Sure thing, bro..." smiled Hammer - first time Sammy ever saw the black man 
smile.

Kelly felt like she'd faint as Sammy shut the door and left, leaving the 
defenseless girl in the hands of a ghetto gang.

All the guys were on their feet now, getting ready to check out their prize.

Marcus commanded in an authoritative voice:

"Strip, bitch...!!!"

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